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padmerry · 1 month ago

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Stanford Pines: “and isn’t it suffocating?”

This is basically my attempt to understand the issues of the Stan twins’ relationship from teen Ford’s point of view and the reason(s) for their separation. Was Ford really feeling suffocated by his relationship with Stan? If so, why? And when did it start? When did things start to shift in this direction, if once they were just fine? There’s just so much to unpack.

I don’t think I need to point out, to most fans, where the word “suffocating” comes from. It was a very memorable scene, if nothing else, since a lot of people hated Ford for it.

Behold the scene in question:

I think it’s so obvious that Ford was projecting and actually talking about his and Stan’s relationship here that I won’t even attempt to prove that, hahah.

Now, is this Ford... a) talking about his true feelings regarding his and Stan’s relationship when he was young, even before the science fair incident, or b) lying to himself, as he presumably started to do ever since (but only after) the science fair incident?

First, I’d like to invite you to actually listen to Ford’s voice/watch his mannerisms as he says this, here (timestamped). The thing is that... he doesn’t sound very bitter! He doesn’t sound like he’s throwing shade at Stan. Instead, he sounds and looks—pay attention to his eyebrows—like he’s genuinely puzzled. Does Dipper... really think he’s not meant for something more? Why! He’s so brilliant, with so much potential! Just like Ford when he was younger! The poor boy must be really attached to his sister...

Second, I’d like to invite you to not be so harsh on Ford, as he says that it, nor she is suffocating—the relationship Dipper has with the girl, not the girl herself. Not that Ford can’t be mean! He can be terribly mean, sometimes, especially out of spite. But the man has some limits. He wouldn’t say this about his twelve-year-old niece.

Another thing to be taken into consideration is that Ford was convinced Mabel would be fine, since she had “a magnetic personality.” This is a trait he very likely also attributes to Stan! In TBoB, for example, he was convinced of Stan’s ability to make the waitress laugh. There’s a lot of evidence for the fact that Ford had no idea of how badly Stan was faring and/or would fare without him, due to the idealized version of Stan Pines in his head.

That said, here is the behind-the-scenes commentary on Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future:

Alex Hirsch: Ford offers Dipper [an] apprenticeship because Ford sees Dipper as somebody who’s special like himself. And that’s Ford’s great flaw, that arrogance. He believes there are special people and everyone else.

Jason Ritter: And that you can be held back by your siblings, maybe.

Alex Hirsch: Yeah, he believes that attachments are actually weaknesses.

It has been said before Alex is too harsh on Ford, hahah. (If you have actually read enough of his interviews and listened to all his commentaries, like I did, you’ll realize he’s harsh on most of his characters, including Dipper and Stan!) That is, however, something also made canon in J3 in many, many excerpts, and stated by Ford himself quite plainly here:

“I thought being a great man meant being alone.”

And of course, his advice to Dipper in the show itself:

“Don’t let anyone hold you [back].” His choice of words is interesting. “Anyone,” not “anything.”

I do believe this line meant exactly what we think it did, since Ford, for all his “Mabel will be fine,” immediately guessed that she didn’t take it well as a visibly upset Dipper returned to his side:

When did he start developing this mindset, though? Before or after the science fair?

I think some of you might have read the (in)famous TVInsider 2016 interview in which Alex states Ford saw his brother as a “bumbling leech” (ouch!) his “entire life.”

In terms of Stan and his brother’s conflict, we always wanted a moment where Ford saw that he was wrong. Ford’s spent an entire life imagining himself as this lone solitary hero and imagining his brother as this bumbling leech. From a narrative point of view, for Ford to see Stan be the hero finally lets Ford see the true side of his brother that he’s been too blinded by pride to see.

Now, an important fact is that—I think many people fail to grasp this—Ford looking down on Stan doesn’t mean Ford not loving Stan. My boy can and will multitask!

And, of course, “entire life” didn’t actually mean Ford’s entire life! It was definitely an exaggeration on Alex’s part, meant to convey that for most of Ford’s life, presumably from late teen years old to the current age, Ford looked down on his brother.

We know for sure that baby Ford never looked down on Stan, and in fact defended him from the Sibling Brothers in the last Lost Legends comic!

But one thing we also see is how baby Ford already shares, to a certain extent, adult Ford’s ambition:

Another trait, equally important, early on: the tendency to think he was special and/or different from everyone else, for better or for worse. Like one of the very first things Stan told us in his childhood retelling in AToTS, “As if his abnormally high IQ wasn’t enough, he also had a rare birth defect: six fingers on each hand. Which might have explained his obsession with sci-fi mystery weirdness.”

As he grows up, he also grows, understandably, very proud of his accomplishments. In Stan’s words, “Ford’s brains seemed to get more impressive every year.”

He grows to embrace the “freak” part of him more and more, both ashamed and proud of not fitting in. Like Bill so gently phrased it in TBoB: “The ego of a king. The insecurity of a circus freak.” (I take all his words with a grain of salt, of course, but sometimes he hits the nail on the head.)

But what does this mean for his relationship with Stan?

I think the first thing we have to know is that Stan is Ford’s identical twin, something that is heavily alluded to in canon and confirmed by Word of God. The first comment from Alex regarding this matter that I could find was this tweet from 2015. Then it was further confirmed in many episodes of the DVD commentaries (the first ones already mention it) and indirectly implied by Bill on the TBoB website.

Why is this even important? Twins of the same gender, especially identical aka monozygotic twins, tend to struggle with identity issues. Not only the same birthday, but the same face—that without having to share even a name.

The second thing is that they only ever had each other. I talk more about their codependency here, elaborating on the differences between the relationships of Dipper & Mabel and Stan & Ford.

Again, I borrow Alex’s words when asked about Shermie’s role in the family as Stan and Ford’s brother in HanaHyperfixates’ and ThatGFFan’s interview:

In terms of Shermie, I remember asking Rob or somebody at some point, like, “Would Shermie be here, logically? Do we have to see him?” I don’t really wanna see him. I’m not interested in that. I’m interested in Stan and Ford being—sort of having only each other and then losing each other because of their different life paths.

Let’s not forget, too, the only time Ford ever mentions Shermie in Journal 3—“Sherman Pines’s,” surname and all:

The best example we have of this in the show is probably Stan’s line in AToTS, “Those bullies may have been right about us not making many friends, but when push comes to shove, you only really need one.” Stan not only acknowledges their dynamic, but sounds very content with it.

Was Ford content with it, tough? That’s... more complicated.

Like we’ve established, these two were identical twins (unlike Dipper and Mabel, fraternal and of different genders) and only had each other (again, unlike Dipper and Mabel), which not only exacerbated their codependency but also their identity issues. They were used to being two halves of a whole. It’s very telling that in AToTS, “the Pines twins” are both called to the principal’s office, even though only Ford should have been called. They were seen as a single entity.

And don’t get me wrong, Ford has always loved Stan so much. Perhaps part of him even enjoyed the fact his brother trusted and leaned on him so much, depended on him both emotionally and to... get a passing grade.

But for some reason, even before the science fair... things still grew quite awkward. From Stan’s Land Before Swine commentary (DVD extras):

Anyway, cut to high school, the guy’s never kissed a girl, prom is coming up, and he asked me for advice. “Stanley, I know things have been a little weird between you and me with college, but can you talk to me about girls?”

The interesting thing here, to me, is that Ford... straight up recognized the “weirdness” between them to Stan’s face! And the fact Ford felt the need to mention it, as if he couldn’t simply ask his own twin brother for advice about girls without making a sort of acknowledgement first! These brothers once told each other everything... How did things get to this point?

First, notice how Stan says “prom is coming up.” The same prom at which they laughed together and shared a moment of camaraderie after Stan threw punch at himself to share Ford’s humiliation.

Which to me points to the fact it was something gradual, happening little by little, hand in hand with the sweetest moments in their teen years.

Imagine you’re Stanford F. Pines, not yet PhD.

You know you are special. You’re both a genius and a freak. You are always praised by adults around you, by your teachers. This starts to go to your head. You cling desperately to the “genius” part of your identity, so you can be more than a bullied freak. You grow even more ambitious. You can see a future for yourself.

You have a twin brother. You love him more than life itself. But everyone talks, and... aren’t they right, somewhat? Just a little bit right? Stanley isn’t a genius, like you are. That’s a fact. Stanley also doesn’t have ambition, like you have. Stanley isn’t a freak, like you are. It doesn’t mean Stanley isn’t cool! But you are... different from him...

And yet, despite all that, he’s your identical twin brother! You can only ever be one half of a duo. A single entity. Even your name, you share with him. He doesn’t seem bothered by that, but you are. Can’t you just be Ford, for once, no Stan? (Ironically, the fact is lost on you that your brother was always more under your shadow than you ever were under his.)

You start to think that the Stan O’ War isn’t anything more than a beautiful, but ultimately childish, dream. It isn’t very realistic, is it? You could be so much more than that. You could actually make a difference. You could prove everyone wrong about ever calling you a freak. You try to breach the subject with Stanley, but all he wants to talk about is this damn boat. And you care about it too, of course you do, but... Doesn’t he care about anything else?

I can see, so easily, the influence of other people on Ford slowly (and subconsciously) growing, even though his love for Stan didn’t diminish. I can see him noticing the mismatch between his ambition and Stan’s ambition, his academic achievements and Stan’s academic achievements... or lack thereof. Again, this is the teenage version of the little boy getting starry-eyed about seeing his own face in the papers. Except now, the possibility of Stan being there with him... doesn’t seem as likely.

Alex on A Tale of Two Stans (DVD commentary), confirming that the rift between them had started before the principal’s words:

A lot of different ideas that we came up with to suggest, you know, what was the moment where things started to change between them? When they went from best friends—and it felt, as we went to draft, that the right moment would be—sort of—as they’re entering the end of high school they have to make a choice about college and the rest of their lives, they’re speaking to guide counselors. That’s when the world at large is pointing out, “by the way, one of you is amazing!” And the toll that would take on Stan.

Alex being mindful of the difference between love and respect, as seen by his commentary on Stan’s condescending love for Mabel in Land Before Swine:

But this idea that Waddles is sort of a metaphor for what Mabel loves. And Stan loves Mabel but he doesn’t—he doesn’t really think that anything she thinks is necessarily smart or right. You know, he loves like her, ah, she’s my sweet niece, but [Stan’s voice] “she doesn’t know anything.”

I can see, also very easily, Ford having some intrusive thoughts, then immediate guilt over them. For example, after someone mocks Stan for his grades, Ford comforts him while thinking, “but yeah, maybe Stanley could really put more effort in—wait, what? He’s my best friend! I can’t think like that about him!”

Stan’s narration over this scene: “The future was looking bright... for both of us.” Oh, Stan... Ford’s smile looks painfully awkward.

Just notice the difference between Ford’s posture and body language there and here in college!Ford’s picture (and, again, look at Ford’s eyebrows, but also the way he leans in Stan’s direction):

It’s important to remember that this, too—the scene in which Ford smiles awkwardly—was before West Coast Tech.

But now, with West Coast Tech, he finally has something solid. Something tangible. A real way to make a name for himself. And he loves it. Now this is the face of true happiness!

He manages to win even the approval of his famously “not impressed” father!

Borrowing my words from another meta:

Pay attention to Filbrick and Caryn’s shocked faces when it’s revealed to them that Ford’s genius can, actually, earn them millions! Pay attention, too, to the way Ford looks at Filbrick when he’s praised by him. He’s very surprised and ecstatic to receive his father’s approval, a very brief, “I’m impressed,” that wasn’t even expressed directly at Ford. Ford doesn’t act as if it’s something he receives every day or casually. He was in fact feasting on crumbs.

Ford also knew it was not unconditional acceptance. From Ford’s point of view, at least, he was worth exactly just as much as he could earn Filbrick, and Bill’s threat in TBoB (“your father won’t want you returning without millions”) touches on that insecurity.

But... What about Stan?, you might be thinking. That was, funnily enough, the only thing that Caryn (who didn’t smile or praise Ford once) wanted to know, too.

He’s visibly very upset by having his brother insulted like that, and he didn’t know Stan was on the other side of the door overhearing their whole conversation. But he also doesn’t defend his brother, like Stan likely would have, and Stan doesn’t see Ford’s facial expression. He just hears silence from him.

And no, young Ford had zero difficulty in standing up for himself or for Stan, as seen in Lost Legends and as explained at length in my previous analysis. My own interpretation is that Ford finds it harder to defend himself or Stan from things that, deep down, he considered to be true: the fact that his polydactyly made him a freak, as pointed out by Crampelter and the Sibling Brothers, and Stan’s lack of ambition (and lack of future born out of said lack of ambition), as pointed out by the principal. I don’t think he appreciated his brother being called “a clown” at all, in the same way he didn’t appreciate being called a freak, but I also don’t think he could bring himself to disagree with the point being made here.

This moment in the series was also probably inspired by a real moment in Alex’s life that inspired the scene in which Mabel overhead Ford’s proposal to Dipper, according to the commentary of Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future:

This idea of Mabel overhearing Dipper and feeling left out actually came from a real thing that happened between me and my sister. This is a weird anecdote about me and my sister but we did this kind of like, sort of competitive improv games when we were in middle school, very nerdy. And we did pretty good, like, our team made it to the international competition every year, and there was this high school team... [...] We had a pretty good team, but there was a team above us, the high school team, that was like, legendary, that we wanted to be like. And when me and my sister went from junior high school to high school, like, this is going to be our last year to do this sort of competitive improv, and I got a call from the high school team saying “hey, guess what? we already raided your team for the standout members, we’ve taken the people from your team that always do good scores and we’re combining the high school team and the middle school team into a super team and we would like you to be on the high school team. And I was like, “what about Ariel?” And they were like, “well, there’s only seven members per team—” and Ariel was listening on the conversation and I remember her like, bursting into tears because they had basically been like yeah, we got two Hirsches [and] we only want one, and I didn’t even blink. I just said, “no, I refuse to be on this team.” Like, I couldn’t, it was just like, this is so messed up, you’re breaking this whole thing apart, like yeah, it’s a great team, yeah, you guys are awesome, but I’m not gonna do this without Ariel. And I just remember being this awful moment where some external pressure was telling us like, oh, you gotta choose, you gotta make a choice. Um, like, and it was like this very personal thing. And so like, that’s a big part of the inspiration of like, somebody comes and says, like, you but not you.

Based on Alex’s reaction to such a proposal, it’s not a stretch to think Ford’s silence here was indeed telling, from a narrative viewpoint. It was a deliberate choice from the creator.

And then... Oh boy, the swingset talk.

“Joke’s on them if they think you wanna go to some stuffy college on the other side of the country,” Stan says, then proceeds to boast about their future adventures, only to end it all with a painful expression that shows he doesn’t believe what he is saying. He knows what Ford is truly going to choose.

Stan asks him what would happen if the college board was impressed with his experiment. “Well then, I guess you better come visit me on the other side of the country!” Which indicates he clearly didn’t expect Stan to come with him, either.

Then The Accident happens, and Ford reacts accordingly.

It’s fascinating to me that Ford knew exactly what would bring someone like Stan to do something like sabotage his machine. He doesn’t accuse his brother of feeling jealous of his success or of the attention of their father and teachers! Oh no, that’s not your typical sibling drama of competitiveness, nor an easily solvable lack of communication. Instead, he accuses Stan of sabotaging his machine so Ford would stay with him! Which proves he was aware of Stan’s feelings, despite what a good part of this fandom seems to think! And, while it had been just an accident, a dumb mistake on Stan’s part instead of a deliberate act... Ford is right! Stan really couldn’t handle Ford going to college on his own.

He’s right, because we know Stan’s feelings about this. Stan says, in so many words: “Without Ford, I was just half of a dynamic duo. I couldn’t make it without him. And now, thanks to that dumb college, I was gonna lose my brother forever.” I know the “forever” was perhaps Stan being a bit melodramatic (understandable considering his distress) but it also shows us he didn’t expect their relationship to go back to normal, or for the college to be just one passing fancy. He knew it would be just the start of his brother’s career.

And perhaps this is the last thing you’d expect me to bring up at this point, but...

Do you remember this episode? Little Gift Shop of Horrors? It’s often dismissed as non-canon (due to its hidden keyword being “noncanon”), but even if the events in it didn’t actually happen, the characterization remains very much real.

We talk about Ford projecting on Dipper about a relationship being “suffocating,” but Stan was doing some impressive amount of projecting here too, hah, considering that he was more likely than not making up all the stories.

Just. This entire conversation:

Stan couldn’t be more unsubtle if he tried. And of course, Waddles chooses Mabel, his favorite person in the world.

We know whose “favorite person” Stan wants to be...

But again, back to Ford.

Yay, Ford is free of his suffocating relationship with Stan! Free to do things like looking at pictures of Stan with yearning! Writing that he misses Stan in code while yearning! Staring at the Gravity Falls’ lake with yearning because it reminds him of Stan! The last one in particular is very amusing to me because to study anomalies was basically Ford’s dream job and he loved Gravity Falls and... and yet! There is no place in Gravity Falls he would rather stay than the lake...

You might want to read this for the full extent of Ford’s clownery, but just the fact that Ford canonically (per Word of God) carried a picture of baby Stan in the breast pocket of his coat at least as early as his Gravity Falls researcher days to remember his brother by, is... telling.

That is, without even counting the fact that he has actively attempted to replace Stan with Fiddleford, Bill, and then even poor Dipper! Because, again, he yearns! From Alex’s commentary on Society of the Blind Eye:

Ford as somebody who lost Stan is kinda looking for—even though he rejected his brother, he kinda needs, he needs that other person, and he tried to find that in this kinda sweet prodigy and he just pushed him too far.

Yeah, I know. Ford is quite... confusing. What does he want? To use three other people (or triangle) to fill the role of Stan in his life but still reject and stay away from Stan himself? Everything and nothing, at the same time?

And now I need you to bear with me and read this entire excerpt of the HanaHyperfixates’ and ThatGFFan’s interview, most important parts highlighted in bold:

Ford was very much us building backwards. The same way you know a black hole is there by the light warped around it, it’s like, you know the damage someone’s family has done to them by all of their weird tics and behaviors. So who is the character who would result in Stan being this hurt and needy and mad and also longing?

And so we came up with this guy who kinda seemed too perfect. And is distant. He’s aloof, and distant, and he’s too perfect. And it’s like, “oh! I think he’s also aloof and distant from himself.”

I think he is, uh, deeply deeply hiding from his real feelings about things, because at some point early on, he decided that he could run from hurt by achievement and by creation, and has dug that hole so deep that he has no relationships. He doesn’t have friendships, he doesn’t have romantic relationships, he is someone trapped in a tower of his own mind and estranged.

We know Ford has always loved Stan very deeply—and yearned for his company just as badly—through his entire adult life. So what, exactly, changed in old Ford for him to invite Stan to sail away together again, post-Weirdmageddon?

Well. I have some hypotheses.

First, he spent forty years separated from Stan, and then almost lost him forever (or at least their relationship), from a certain point of view. Have you ever heard that saying that you only know the value of something or someone after you lose it? Teen Ford had never lost Stan, and didn’t know how much he would miss him.

On that same note, all those years separated allowed him to develop a personality and identity of his own, and a very defined and strong one at that. (Yes, poor Stan meanwhile spent that time pretending to be Ford. Ironic.) The Stan twins have also managed to be competent at what was once their weak spot, something they relied fully on their brother for. Stan has managed to learn and understand complex physics to fix the portal. Ford, on the other hand (and we’re focusing more on his feelings, here), has definitely learned how to defend himself physically.

Second, Ford was severely “humbled by the narrative,” so to speak. He thought he would get to be the hero, when the hero (at least in Ford’s own point of view, which is the only point of view that matters) was actually his brother. “Stanley Pines was the man who saved the world, not me.” His pride—and Stan’s own pride as a reaction to Ford’s pride, but again, this analysis is focused on Ford—was a great barrier between him and Stan. And on what regards his self-loathing and subsequent thirst for external validation, he has learned to seek love in the right places. His family. Stan.

Stan, who has always loved him unconditionally, who never considered him a freak in the first place, who has always tried to make him feel as if he belonged, if only on an old boat. Stan, who after Weirdmageddon is now his priority, above his scientific ambition, symbolized by the journals he was no longer reluctant to destroy.

Another excerpt from the interview I’ve referenced lastly wraps things up perfectly:

[...] and it’s always sweet to see [Stan and Ford] come together again, because they’re so full of themselves, but they are also both so damaged they desperately need each other.

The codependency is mutual—people really should understand this. I don’t think it ever really went away, not in an emotional, psychological sense, despite the two of them having developed separately for decades, as I have elaborated here. They didn’t return to the same place they started because they have matured as individual persons, but the love they had for each other never did decrease. They know, now, exactly how it’s like to stay away from each other, and they... actively prefer not to.

After all, like Ford himself said, “I don’t just want someone to come with me, Stanley, I want it to be you.”

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motorsportbarbie13 · 8 months ago

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Forbidden - Part 3

In which you finally get what you've been begging for.

Warnings: smut. a lot of smut. nearly 4k words of smut. Minors DNI PLEEEEASE. swearing. unprotected sexy time (wrap it up loves). oral (fem receiving). p in v sex. did i mention smut?

Pairing: Max Verstappen x LeClercSister!Reader Words: 3.8k

Part 1 Part 2 Master List

BELGIUM

“Get in here.” Max growls, yanking you into his drivers room before anyone has a chance to do a double take and realize who you are. The moment the door snicks closed, he shoves you against it, pinning you there with his hips. He doesn’t give you a moment to even take a breath before his lips are on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth in a searing kiss that steals the air from your lungs.

He’s been doing that a lot lately, making you breathless from the heat of his touch. Ever since that night in Austria, every spare moment the two of you get is spent hidden away making out like a couple of teenagers. You haven’t had this much fun in years.

“Ow, Max.” You whine against his lips when his fingertips dig what you’re sure will be bruises in the morning into the flesh at your hips. Nipping at his bottom lip, you try to warn him away from marking you like that. You can’t imagine what your brother would do if he happened to see finger shaped bruises anywhere on you, especially if they were from Max.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles, dropping his head to the crook of your neck where he licks at the heated skin there. “I’ve been forced to watch you galavant around the paddock all fucking day with Kika and Alex in that fucking dress and haven’t been able to do a damn thing about it.”

Your hands wind up his body before locking together behind his neck, pulling him even closer to you. “Oh, so you like the new dress?”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t worn the daisy yellow gingham dress with him in mind because you totally had. You had picked it up in London earlier in the week while on a shopping trip with a few of the girls and had known instantly that it would torture Max. It was dangerously short with a ruffled hem and a bow that sat right in the valley of your chest, calling attention to the tanned skin there. You had certainly gotten more than a few lingering looks from several of the drivers and engineers that morning but the person you had been trying to tease had fallen straight into the trap.

“I don’t know if I should tell you to change into sweatpants and a giant sweatshirt or kiss you in front of everyone just to get them all to quit looking at you.” He grumbles as you shiver from the scratch of his scruff brushing against your neck.

You roll your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t do either. The two of you had come to an agreement somewhere between Austria and Hungary that whatever was happening between here was something that should be kept secret. Not because either of you were ashamed of the other. It was quite the opposite. If Max had his way, he would have you draped in Red Bull navy and red all weekend but there was a little issue you both had to contend with: Charles.

You knew your brother was becoming suspicious, which worried you. Every time you slipped out of the garage during race weekends, or would go hours without returning his calls or texts while you were in Monaco during the week, he pestered you for an explanation. Most of the time you thought quick enough, using work as an excuse but you knew that wasn’t going to last forever. You knew that eventually, if this thing turned into something…more, that you’d have to spill the beans, which would probably result in World War Three between him and Max. But for now? Now you were just enjoying the thrill of sneaking around with Max Verstappen.

You two still hadn’t slept together, much to your chagrin. You understood why Max had put the breaks on that aspect of your relationship but you were growing needier by the day. Most of the time you were both on the same page, wanting to make sure that this thing between you was real. In between the make out sessions that you were able to steal away for, you had movie marathons and hours long talks covering just about everything and anything the pair of you could think of. He insisted that he wasn’t with you for a quick fuck and you believed him but a girl had needs and it was getting frustrating.

“What do I have to do to convince you to fuck me on that massage table right now?” You whisper in his ear as his tongue laps against your collar bone, a shimmer of excitement shooting down your spine at your boldness. Your drag your hands through his hair, tugging at the blond locks hard enough that his mouth is forced away from you, icy blue eyes hitting you with a stare so intense your knees nearly buckle.

Max shakes his head, a chuckle starting deep in his chest. With him at a bit of a distance now, you finally are able to get a good look at him for the first time since he pulled you into the room like a rag doll. Qualifying was starting in less than 30 minutes so he’s already in his fireproofs, the tight white fabric clinging almost obscenely to his muscled chest. His racing suit is peeled down to his hips, the sleeves of the navy blue suit dangling down close to his feet. You’d never seen him look hotter.

“If you think I’m going to fuck you for the first time in this tiny room where you can’t be as loud as you want when I make you come, you are insane, schatje.”

If there was one thing you were discovering about Max, it was that he had the dirtiest mouth on him and that mouth had ruined several pairs of your skimpiest panties already, and you had barely gotten past second base with him.

You don’t get a chance to respond though, your retort interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.

“Max! Horner wants to see you before quali, he’s kind of on the war path.” GP calls from the other side and you’ve never been more thankful that Max’s race engineer is polite enough not to enter a room without knocking.

Max rests his forehead against yours, frustrated at the interruption. “Be there in 5.” He groans, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “Wait here for ten minutes, then you should be good to leave. Turn left out the door and you can sneak out the back.”

You nod, suddenly not really liking the whole clandestine sneaking around you two have been doing. Sure it was fun but a little part of you wanted to be able to go out into the paddock with him. “Good luck then. But not enough luck to out qualify Charlie.” You say with a wink, pushing aside the annoyance of what you had to hide for now. You didn’t want to think too deep into things, the vulnerability that would be required for going public with Max not something you were sure you could handle.

With one last kiss on the forehead, Max shuffles around you, tossing a wink at you over his shoulder before closing the door behind him with a sharp click.

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“I nearly ended up in the god damned wall three times this afternoon, you had me so distracted.” Max murmurs later that night.

It had taken some maneuvering getting away from Charlie and Carlos that evening with the way they kept insisting that you needed to stay for just one more drink or one more story. It was almost like they suspected that you wanted to be somewhere else instead of out at dinner with them. Which was absolutely true but they couldn’t know that. Finally, you had to fake a migraine to get out of the fifth round of drinks so you were able to escape back to your hotel room. But you hadn’t gone back to your hotel room, of course. You had come straight to Max’s.

“Maybe I should stay away from you on race weekends then.” You say cheekily, earning a sharp smack on your ass from Max as he hauls you towards his bed.

“Absolutely not, schatje.” Max’s gaze goes feral at the suggestion. “You have no idea what you do to me. I’d be worse off if you were gone.”

And it was the truth, which scared the shit out of Max. He was desperately trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you, trying to figure out how keep his feelings for you reigned in while simultaneously needing to spend every spare moment he has with you. He’s never been one for romantic attachments, much preferring one night stands or time alone. But that was before you came waltzing back into his life. He was just trying to figure out how to tell you he was falling head over heels for you without scaring you off or causing your brother to go into a murderous rage.

He was still working on both.

You preen under his affection as he tugs you towards the bed. You feel that need deep in your belly once again, hoping that tonight will finally be the night Max doesn’t slam on the breaks mid-makeout session. The sight of him climbing out of his car after putting it on pole was undoubtedly one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen. You feared what your body would do if he won tomorrow.

“Why Max Verstappen, it sounds like you have a crush on me.” Your voice is low and raspy, embarrassingly needy.

Max grabs you around the waist, pulling you down on top of him causing you to squeal in delight. “I have much more than a crush on you.” His confession has you grinning down at him like a fool.

With one swift movement, you find yourself underneath Max, his strong arms pinning you down into the mattress. The heat the floods your belly travels down to that spot between your legs, making you squeeze them together. The look Max gives you says that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. He rocks his hips into yours, seeking the friction that he’s been craving since earlier in the day when you had the quick make out session in his drivers room.

“Kiss me, Maxie.” You beg. The neediness in your voice sends a jolt of electricity shooting down Max’s spine, landing straight in his already hard cock. There was no way he was going to be able to stop himself tonight. Not after all the teasing you two had been doing for the past however many weeks.

Max obliges, dipping his head so that his lips capture yours in a heated kiss. He’s been dying for this moment all fucking day. A thrill of pride floods his system when you moan into his mouth, tongue slipping past his teeth to lick up against his. “Fuck.” He groans. “I need this dress off of you right now.” He orders, sitting up so you can follow suit.

Without a second thought, you practically rip the dress off your body, tossing it across the room while Max lifts his team polo up over his head. You’ve seen Max without a shirt before but every time feels like the first time. You can’t help but admire the lean muscle that hides under his clothing, thrilled that you’re the one that gets to touch him so intimately.

You’re left squirming below him now, left only in bits of white lace and satin. If Max had less self control, he would have plunged into you right then and there. But he was a patient man and knew that he wanted to make you come before he got anywhere near you with his dick.

“Lay back.” He orders, an air of authority causing you to listen obediently. “I want to taste you.”

You practically groan at the thought of his tongue in between your legs but you don’t have to wait long before that thought becomes reality. With your head resting against one of the fluffiest pillows you’ve ever felt, you watch Max shimmy down your body with heavy lidded eyes. His long fingers slip beneath the waistband of the white lacy panties you picked up on the same shopping trip as the dress, pulling them down achingly slow. “Max.” You breathe, squirming under his touch.

Before you know it, you’re completely bare underneath him, save for the white bits of lace covering your chest and Max is nestled between your legs, staring up at you like you’re something to be devoured and savored at the same time. One finger dips into your center, an obscene sound causing you to gasp against his touch. “Look at you.” He murmurs, voice full of awe. “You’re so wet, pretty girl.”

You nearly come from Max calling you ‘pretty girl’, Lord help you when he actually fucks you.

“Have you been like this all day? Poor thing, all soaking wet and needy for me. Can I help you take care of it?” His voice drops an octave, a deep raspy baritone that sets your skin aflame.

All you can do is whimper in response, nodding your head vigorously.

Max lowers his lips to your skin then, nipping at the delicate skin at your thighs. Your hips lift on their own accord, a faint buzzing in your head taking over all coherent thought. Your entire existence stutters down to the sensation of Max’s scruffy face between your legs. When he finally brings his mouth up to taste that slick wetness that’s been begging for his attention all fucking day, you bow up off the bed, desperate with the need to have something, anything touch you there.

“Max.” You gasp, hands fisting the creamy white sheets beneath you. Never in your life has anyone made you feel the way he does right now. “Oh my God, Max.” One hand finds it’s way to his head, tugging on his hair so hard Max can’t help the moan that escapes his lips.

You know you sound so pathetically needy, whining and whimpering as Max licks and sucks and eats at your soaking wet pussy, obscene sounds filling the quiet hotel room.

“Do you like that, schatje?” He asks, voice muffled a bit because he refuses to move away from where it’s buried between your legs. “Do you like my tongue between your legs? What if I added a finger or two? Do you think you’d like that, sweet girl?”

It’s all you can do to simply nod, your voice suddenly non-existent. Max is true to his word and as soon as you’re done nodding, he slips not one but two fingers inside you. Your hips snap up off the bed once again at the sudden intrusion, overstimulation now threatening to make you collapse. Legs trembling, you squirm under his touch.

“That’s it. Look at you, taking my fingers so well. I can’t imagine how well you’re going to take my cock. Such a good girl.”

The words are just too much but when Max latches his mouth onto your clit finally, you hurtle over the cliff that he’s been pushing you towards for weeks now. Your orgasm is swift and hard, your body going stiff for a split second before you languidly melt into the mattress, riding out the waves of pleasure as Max continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, coaxing more pleasure out of your body than you thought was even possible.

“Jesus fuck, Max.” You sigh, looking down at a very smug Max who is still settled between your legs. You’re practically boneless, limp against the soft duvet beneath you.

Max scrambles up your body, lips swollen and glistening with your slick arousal. He kisses you hard, the taste of you on his lips so utterly intoxicating you don’t know what to do. Without thinking, you reach behind your back, unhooking your bra so you can get more of your skin in contact with his. Max groans appreciatively seeing you completely bare underneath him. He palms one perfect breast while lowering his lips to the other, sucking the already hard nipple into his mouth. The hum of pleasure vibrates against your skin, sending waves of pleasure skittering down your spine. Max rocks his nearly painful erection into your center, the friction from the thick material of his joggers rubbing against your sensitive skin so deliciously you nearly come a second time.

“Max.” You pant, fingers sifting through his thick hair. “Max, please fuck me.”

Max smiles up at you, your second nipple now caught between his lips. “Someone is needy tonight.”

“Always needy for you.” You whimper.

Max’s sweats are off his body so quick you barely register what’s happening but the next thing you know, the head of his hard cock is sliding in and out of the mess between your legs. He pumps himself a few times with his strong hand, looking down at you with the most tender look on his face. “You sure? There’s no going back after this. You’re mine after tonight if we do this.” His tone is serious, like what’s been building between the pair of you is coming down to this very moment.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.” You tell him, hand coming up to frame his strong jaw.

When Max sinks into you the first time, the sting of his size has you digging little half moons into his back with your long, Ferrari red nails. The moan that comes from the back of your throat is downright pornographic but Max has never heard anything better. He gives you a moment to adjust to the fullness of him, wanting to make sure you’re okay. You are so achingly full with him, it’s almost too much. He’s everywhere all at once, covering your body with his lean frame, filling all of your senses with nothing but his scent, his body, his touch.

Max eases into you slowly, inch by aching inch. It’s just as much for his benefit as it’s for yours. If he goes to quickly, he knows he’s going to embarrass himself. He wants this, needs this to last as long as humanly possible. His eyes flutter shut at your blinding tightness, breath stuttering out of him in quick bursts. “Christ, schatje. How are you so fucking tight?” He murmurs in your ear, bracing his arms on either side of your body.

You’re completely speechless underneath Max, the sensation of being stuffed so full of him tearing any ability to speak away from you the second he’s inside you.

Max struggles to control himself for a few moments before he slowly begins to move inside you. The strokes start out slow, so achingly slow that you can’t help but whine underneath him. “Faster.” You pant, despite your desire for this to last for the rest of your life. “Faster, Max.” You beg.

The pair of you find a rhythm so easily it’s nearly scary. It’s almost like your bodies were molded at the same time with each other in mind, that’s how easily you come together. Max rocks in and out of you, significant length hitting that spot deep inside you every time he pushes deeper inside you. You lock your legs around his back, bringing him even closer to you. All the while, Max’s gaze never leaves yours and you sink so deeply into their depths you momentarily think you might be completely lost to him. You’ll realize hours later, as you fall into a gentle slumber against his naked body, that you are completely lost to him. They say sex complicates things. But with you and Max? With you and Max, sex only makes things clearer.

The hotel room is quiet save for the moans coming from the both of you. Slick skin slapping against heated flesh is so erotic, you can’t get any words out you’re so distracted by the sound. Max pumps in and out of you, setting a blistering pace that has the both of you hurtling towards release.

“So. Fucking. Close.” He grits out, lips attaching to your collar bone in desperate need to get closer to you. “Are you going to come again, baby? Going to come on my cock? I love how messy you are beneath me.” Max continues the string of obscene chatter in your ear, allowing you to hurtle towards your own release with him.

“Oh my God, Max. Don’t stop. Please never stop.” You beg, nails leaving deep scratches in his back. That was going to be hard to explain to his physio tomorrow.

Max grunts once, twice, three times before he flings himself over that cliff but not before he grabs your hand and yanks you over with him. His release is sudden and strong, painting your insides with his hot pleasure. He groans in your ear, that sound being the last thing you hear before you’re spasming around his cock, velvet walls gripping him so hard he can’t move for a few moments.

Max melts into you once he starts to come down from the high you brought him, dick remaining inside of you as long as he can manage. His breath is labored, filling his lungs in quick spurts. He can’t remember the last time he had orgasmed that hard, if ever.

Your legs are still locked around him but eventually, after what feels like hours, Max gently pulls out, his cum mixing with your own slick mess. The evidence of what the pair of you had just done leaks down your legs in one of the most erotic images you’ve ever seen. Rolling onto his side, Max pulls you along with him so your back is flush against his chest, sweaty skin sticking to yours.

You’re quiet for a while, brain too foggy with pleasure to say much of anything beyond a murmur of satisfaction here and there. Exhaustion plays at the edges of your mind, desperately wanting to slip into that tranquil state now that you are fully satisfied. “Max.” You breath, enjoying the way his arms curl around your body. “That was…” you sigh, struggling to find the words.

“Did I fuck you speechless, pretty girl?”

“I think so.” You murmur, snuggling even deeper into his arms. “I think so.”

“Good.” Is all he says before pulling you impossibly closer. “Now sleep, we’ll clean up in a little bit, okay?”

Not having the energy to argue or do much of anything other than nod, you simply agree before closing your eyes, basking in that post-orgasm bliss that had settled over both you and Max.

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𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

‘’it's like eating an orange. have you ever eaten one?’’

warnings: oral and fingering (f receiving), fetus!alex being a munch and a horny virgin.

word count: 4.6k

part 1

nobody asked for this part 2 but it’s here anyway. we’re lacking of fetus!alex content. and hello, by the way. out of my cage finally lol, is anyone still here?

‘’ i can't wait for you to eat me out on that desk.’’

this sentence stayed in turner's mind for longer than he would like to admit. every time he looked at you, his body automatically stirred. he hated feeling like a fucking teenager around you.

you two hadn't talked since that day. the most that happened were glances at each other during classes or in the hallways. you thought it was cute how he always looked away when you looked back at him, or how his eyes widened slightly when he was going to look at you, but you were already looking at him.

he had thought a lot about talking to you again about that "next time" you said you were willing to. a part of him thought you were still bluffing. but oh, the other part of him was dying, eating him up from the inside out to touch you again, to feel your perfume entering his nostrils more strongly, to know if your taste was as good as your kiss. he felt dirty for thinking that way about you, but it wasn't like he was going to stop.

he must have rehashed the dialogue five times in his head before he finally got the courage to go talk to you while you were there before the break. he took advantage of the fact that you were away from your classmates and called you softly, his voice almost sounding like a whistle.

‘’yeah?’’ you answered, your eyes turning to look at him. he could already see the script he prepared burning inside his head. he didn't know that just your look was enough to make him look like a mess.

‘’i... uh, how are you?’’ he asked, sounding a bit insecure. you shrugged softly.

‘’good. you?’’ you asked politely. he nodded. he wanted to slap himself completely.

‘’yeah, good.’’ he sighed before struggling to at least be able to maintain eye contact with you. ‘’listen, about what happened that day…’’

‘’you didn't like it?’’ you asked.

‘’no, i mean, yes... i mean-’’ he stuttered a little, taking a deep breath and collecting the right words. ‘’i liked it. a lot. i loved it.’’

you nodded. you knew he liked it, it was clear on his face that day, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been thinking about it on the way back home. the sweaty face, the scrunched up nose, the trembling lips, the half-lidded eyes, everything seemed to live in your mind like a freshly painted painting, all still vivid on the wall of your memory.

‘’and i was thinking about... next time.’’ he continued, his fingers gently gripping the edge of the table he was leaning against. ‘’i mean, you said you were willing to have a next time.’’

‘’i did.’’ you confirmed. you knew where he was going with it, but you wanted to hear him say it in every word. you wanted to see him overcome his shyness and be a little more daring.

‘’well, uh…’’ he scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. ‘’is this next time still on the room with us?’’

‘’do you want to know if i'm still up for it?’’ you asked more specifically and he nodded immediately. ‘’and... are you up for it?’’

he scoffed a bit. it was like asking if a monkey liked bananas.

‘’yeah.’’ he answered. you tilted your head.

‘’alright. can you meet me at the same place then?’’ you suggested. his stomach did the flip immediately. he really hated how he looked like a teenager around you.

‘’when?’’ he asked, already feeling the tingle of anticipation.

‘’today. in half an hour.’’

his eyes widened. he thought he would have time to prepare for this and that it wouldn't be that close.

‘’t-today, like... now?’’ he asked, trying not to show so much desperation, but his reaction already gave him away.

you didn't have much time, and it was hard to find another place to do this. you wouldn't take him to your house, nor would he do the same for you. and of course, he wouldn't pay for a hotel just to eat you out.

‘’yeah. do you want it or not?’’ you asked him. not that you were pressuring him, but it was a matter of opportunity.

he composed himself, not wanting to seem like a coward afraid of women. ‘’yes, of course i do.’’ he answered, his hand moving to ruffle his hair in a failed attempt to dissipate his nerves. he would never let the opportunity slip through his fingers like sand. it wasn't every day that a pretty girl would voluntarily want him to go down on her pussy.

‘’so we meet there. don't be late.’’

and with that, you left the classroom. if he was already on edge, this just got worse.

how could he possibly eat out a pussy? he'd never seen one up close. well, the closest he'd gotten was when he'd watched some porn on his phone, but that never came close to what he was about to experience. he didn't know if he could just lick it. or bite it. or pinch. he was a mess, but he hoped you could understand him, and more so, guide him.

he splashed water on his face at least twice. he brushed his teeth three times to be sure. he puffed against his palm just to make sure he didn't smell like the ratatouille he'd eaten for lunch during his break between classes.

when he got to the empty gym, he found the locker room door ajar. it could only mean you were already there waiting for him.

''alright, alright...'' he muttered to himself, both hands running through his hair as if he was about to take the hardest test of his life. ‘’pull yourself together, alexander. it's just a girl. and a pussy.’’

he took a few deep breaths before opening the door completely. the first thing his eyes fell on was your figure on top of that damn desk. legs crossed so that your skirt was riding up to your thighs, feet swaying back and forth in a soft rhythmic manner, body slightly bending over, supported by your outstretched arm and your hand flat on the solid wood of the desk, while your other hand was too busy swirling a lollipop inside your mouth like a carousel.

‘’you took too long.’’ you told him as he closed the door with the weight of his own body leaning against it for a few seconds.

‘’i was busy.’’ he lied. he wouldn't say it took too long because he was freaking out internally. you chuckled, signaling for him to drop his backpack next to yours, letting him make sure he had locked the door properly.

‘’sure.’’ you answered, adjusting your position on the desk, sitting up straight and with your legs slightly apart. ‘’nervous?’’

‘’i can't lie.’’ he murmured. and even if he did, you would know. he exuded nervousness.

you nodded, reaching out to him and pulling him closer to you, your hands moving to his tense shoulders, the lollipop still on your mouth as you talked.

‘’it won't bite you.’’ you said and he chuckled low. your hand moved to the strap of his jeans, guiding him to stand between your legs, almost pressing against you. the heat was undeniable at this point. ‘’it's more likely the opposite will happen.’’ you continued, trying to lighten the mood. he let out a nervous laugh, his hands turning into fists on his sides, not quite sure if he should - or could - touch you now.

‘’that's what worries me.’’ he replied, feeling your hand from his shoulder rise to his chin, your fingers hooked on either side of his chin, tracing the line of his jaw gently.

‘’i'll help you.’’ you assured him. ‘’it's like eating an orange. have you ever eaten one?’’

he understood the analogy to an orange immediately. it was fresh, juicy, there was a way in there where he could stick his tongue to get more juice.

‘’yeah. a few times.’’ he replied and your lips tugged up in a smile.

‘’then you're a munch, boy.’’ you joked, your fingers unhooked from the strap of his pants, holding his hand so he could place it on your bare thigh, the contact made his fingers practically itch. ‘’don't be nervous. we've been here before.’’

‘’i'm just afraid of doing something wrong.’’ he said, his thumb moving gently from side to side in an involuntary and almost noticeable caress over your skin. you felt like a little ant was walking in circles on your thigh.

‘’you won't. i said i'll help you.’’ you hummed, taking the lollipop out of your mouth to kiss his face, always being careful. he didn't know why you were always so calm with him, but he was grateful for it. he always imagined that his first times would be like a blur, where he wouldn't remember anything, or would pretend nothing happened because it was all too traumatic.

soon, your mouth was pressing against his. now he could feel the sweet taste of the strawberry lollipop on your lips, his tongue immediately tracing over your lower lip, asking for entrance to deepen the kiss. of course you allowed him to deepen, letting you both get into the mood.

his hands were still hesitant. you knew you needed to give him a little push.

‘’you can touch me, al.’’ you whispered to him, your lips moving against his as you spoke, both lips glistening with the mixed saliva. your hands guiding his to touch your body, letting him explore, even if he was still a little shy.

even though he was hesitant, he knew you were giving him total freedom, so he let his hands roam on your sides, feeling your curves like the gentle waves of a calm sea.

you tilted your head back, exposing your neck. ‘’you can kiss me too.’’

he took the hint, his lips leaning to kiss your neck, his nose practically piercing your skin because he buried his face so far, trying to commit your scent to his memory.

‘’you smell so good.’’ he muttered against your neck, kissing every inch he could reach, his lips opening to spread open-mouthed kisses down the length of your neck. you felt your skin crawl, both from the low and rough sound of his voice and from the fact that his kisses were actually giving you goosebumps more than you expected.

you tutted when you noticed he was nibbling your neck. ‘’no visible marks, please.’’ he controlled himself, mumbling a ‘sorry’ in response. you chuckled. ‘’i mean, at least on the neck. doesn't mean you can't leave marks elsewhere.’’

just the thought made his cock throb. fuck, how he hated that you seemed to know exactly what to say to him. or he was too emotional to get turned on whenever you opened your mouth to say something.

his hands moved under your shirt, just to tease your stomach, he wasn't willing to go any higher than that, but you were willing to show yourself to him. you didn't know exactly if it was his naive nature or just him, but there was something there that made you want to be an open book to him. you wanted to be seen by him.

‘’wanna see my tits?’’ you asked him, making him pull his face away to look at you.

‘’can i?’’ he asked, half incredulously. you chuckled, your fingers hooked on the hem of your shirt, moving it up to your collarbone, the fact that you weren't wearing a bra made it easier to flash him as if your breasts were like two car headlights and he was a deer, completely hypnotized.

‘’what did you think?’’ you asked him. not that you were expecting a compliment, you just wanted a first impression from him. they weren't the first breasts he had ever seen in his life. he accidentally saw the neighbor changing clothes, her tits flashed before his eyes too fast because he quickly looked away, afraid of being mistaken for a pervert if she noticed he was looking.

‘’they're... nice.’’ he said, pressing his lips together and feeling a knot on his stomach. he felt a little insecure, but wanted to try anyway. ‘’can i touch them?’’

‘’you should.’’ you chuckled, your hand moving to take his hand, his palm landing softly on your left boob. it was soft, he could feel the weight in his palm and the supple flesh made him want to squeeze, but he knew he didn't want to hurt you. ‘’good?’’ you asked him, seeing that now both hands were on both breasts, exploring, his eyes watching how your nipples quickly hardened with the gentle contact of his thumbs.

‘’yeah…’’ he said almost in a whisper. his head felt heavy, but it wasn't like he was going to faint or anything. it was like a magnetic force that pulled him down, his mouth practically attacking your breast like he needed it to survive. the attitude took you by surprise, but not in a bad way.

turner was finally showing his claws.

‘’sorry. i didn't ask if i could.’’ he chuckled after releasing your nipple in a soft pop.

‘’oh, you can. don't stop. you're doing good.’’ you said, reassuring him, your hand moving to the back of his head to guide him back, his open mouth searching for your breast like a hungry baby. knowing he was doing well was a great sign for him. a kind of fuel, to be more precise.

his hands and mouth worked on your boobs, his tongue swirling around your nipples as if it were a pastime, making you almost giggle as you brought your lollipop to your mouth again. he was having fun at it, slowly discovering what made you laugh and what made you moan.

‘’alex.’’ you called him, your legs quivering at his sides, your calves rubbing against the rough material of his jeans. ‘’i'm so wet now.’’

your words short-circuited his brain a little. he paused, already feeling that his lips were numb. his eyes searched yours while his hands gripped the sides of the desk tightly.

those deer eyes locked into yours. ‘’yeah?’’ he whispered. you nodded, your hand guiding one of his hands to where you wanted. he shivered as his fingers slid up against your core, the fabric of your panties ridiculously wet. soaked, even.

‘’can you feel it?’’ you indulged him, watching him nod, his fingers still moving up and down, so slow and so torturous. ‘’i want you to touch me.’’ you whispered back to him, putting the lollipop inside your mouth so you had both hands free to guide him, making his fingers tangle in the elastic of your panties.

your panties were in his hand faster than he could have anticipated. you moved your body closer, your ass almost off the desk. he bent down, not necessarily kneeling on the locker room floor, but squatting high enough. he knew his back would hurt if he stayed in that position for too long, but it was for a good reason. a beautiful, glistening good reason.

as you opened your legs to welcome him, he took a deep breath, his eyes blinking a few times, admiring your glistening pussy.

‘’you're soaked.’’ he stated the obvious, licking his lips involuntarily, feeling like his mouth had dried out and filled with water at the same time at the sight. oh, this was so much better than porn.

‘’and it's your fault.’’ you bit your lip, leaning on your elbows, feeling his nose slide down your inner thigh, the warm air coming out of his nostrils made your skin crawl and your scent made his head spin. ‘’don't ask me. just do it.’’ you said when his eyes stopped on yours, like a silent request.

his tongue stiffened a little, licking the long stripe from bottom to top, holding back a groan at the taste. he couldn't even explain the taste, but it was unlike anything he'd ever put in his mouth. sweet. salty. strangely good.

‘’relax your tongue. let it slide.’’ you said to him, patting him softly on the head, wanting him not to be so tense.

he hummed in response, his tongue relaxing a bit, the wet muscle getting a little softer as he repeated the movement, his tongue slowly starting to explore your wet heat.

‘’yeah, just like this…’’ you hummed back to him, pressing your lips together as you watched him. his hands rested on your inner thighs, his licks were like a kitten's, testing to see how you liked it. although this was his first contact with a pussy, he wanted to make it good for you. ‘’higher up.’’

he listened to you, his mouth moving a little upwards, his mouth finding your clit, the lips gently closing around it.

‘’here?’’ he mumbled and you nodded, shivering at the way his tongue flicked on your bundle of nerves, giving you soft spasms, but not enough. it was like a pink pearl, he was afraid he would end up sucking too hard, or biting it by accident, but he was going through the motions, guided by your hand and your soft whimpers.

as he started to suck your clit, applying a little pressure, one of his hands left your thigh, his thumb ghosting on it, pulling a bit upwards to reveal a more sensitive part to the touch or even for a mere breath of air, which made you yelp a bit, but in a good way, very good. he was really getting the hang of it.

encouraged by your reaction, he dared more. the fingers of his hand slid through your entrance, collecting your juices mixed with his saliva.

‘’okay?’’ he asked you, pausing a bit, taking the opportunity to breathe a little and kiss your thigh, the tips of his fingers threatening to invade you.

‘’yes. please.’’ you swallowed hard. you were already a mess and look, he was the one who should be like this. the game changed in a way that you didn't even notice, and you weren't complaining.

he slowly slid his middle finger inside you, feeling how wet, hot and tight it was, but you welcomed him with vigor. he watched intently as he pumped his finger in and out, looking at your folds gently parting as his finger moved, just like a flower blossoming. ‘’so pretty.’’ he muttered, more to him than to you.

‘’one more.’’ you asked. of course he obeyed. soon, the ring finger joined the other finger, moving at a leisurely speed, exploring you and scissoring you, stretching your walls only to feel you tighten around him again. ‘’yes, fuck…’’ you gasped out, making him smile against the supple flesh of your thigh. he was doing so good for his first time.

he would be lying if he said he was still insecure. quite the opposite. your reactions increased his confidence, which made him double his efforts to keep eliciting moans and sighs from you. so he continued fingering you, his lips returning to suck your clit. “you like this? being finger-fucked while being eaten out?” he asked, his voice muffled against your cunt.

something triggered in you when he said that. alex wasn't usually this bold. he barely knew how to hold a conversation while looking you in the eyes, but at that moment, he was a different guy. and god, how you loved it.

‘’yeah, i do. fucking love it.’’ you replied, meeting his expectations, since he looked at you with a smug expression, his chin glistening with your wetness.

‘’and you taste so good, by the way.’’ he nipped your folds, stilling his fingers momentarily, making you shiver, your hand gripped at his hair in response. ‘’i could eat this pussy all day.’’

you almost dared to ask him what had happened to make him feel this surge of confidence, but his fingers curled inside you so good, hitting your g-spot, that you lost the words. his tongue flicked rapidly against your clit again, teasing and pushing you further to the edge.

‘’yes, yes, fuck, right there-’’ you gasped. he felt the pressure of your thighs around his head, but he wouldn't mind dying crushed there, all his attention and devotion were on you and how you were already trembling with his fingers pistoning in and out of your tight cunt, plunging deep inside you.

you held the plastic lollipop stick tightly, moving the sweet red ball to your clit, somehow the stimulation was delicious along with his occasional licks, the sweet taste of the lollipop mixing with your taste in his mouth, making him want to eat you out forever on top of that desk.

‘’god, 'm gonna come so hard…’’ you mumbled, your hands falling at your sides as your eyes rolled back.

‘’yeah? gonna cum all over my mouth?’’ he asked you with greater expectations than himself. that also stimulated him in a way. he was so hard inside his pants, feeling his cock throbbing when he palmed himself with his other hand.

‘’you want me to, turner?’’ you asked, forcing your head up to look at him with your already fucked up expression. his hand tightened over his pants, squeezing his cock in a failed attempt to try and relieve himself as well.

his fingers hooking up inside you. ‘’yes, give it to me.’’ he purred against your pussy, his fingers maintaining the movement of massaging your g-spot at the same time he palmed himself, feeling a strange and familiar knot in his stomach as he did that. ‘’i want you to cum on my tongue.’’

his words, his fingers, his mouth, everything made your body go into a state of combustion, as if you had received an electric shock so loud that it burned you from the inside out. your ears seemed to ring and you felt your heart beating like crazy more vividly as you despaired in the midst of your orgasm.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” you moaned non-stop, gripping his head tightly, keeping it in place, with his face buried in your pulsing cunt as you came, your walls clenching around his fingers.

he would like to say that it didn't affect him, but he would be blatantly lying. it affected him a lot, more than he would like. so much so that just the sight of you cumming and the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers was enough to make him cum too, creating a real mess inside his boxers, but he was so dazed because of all this that he only realized it later, when he was moaning between your legs, still sucking hard on your clit, drinking down every drop of your release. but he chose to ignore it for now, focused only on you.

“oh my- god, alex.” you whimpered, still feeling his fingers fucking you through your whole orgasm, making sure to hit that spot inside you, making you see stars as your legs still quivered. your ears were ringing, but you were still able to hear him murmur if you were okay. “yeah, it was... fuck, that was good. are you sure that was your first time eating out a pussy?” you chuckled out of your breath.

‘’i’m a good orange eater, i suppose.’’ he said, finally sliding his fingers out of you, both coated with your creamy arousal as if he had stuck his fingers in a bucket full of white glue. he wished he could never wash that hand just so he could taste it on his digits, but he had a bigger problem on his hands right now. or rather, in his pants.

you noticed he seemed insecure and restless, looking at him between your legs. ‘’something wrong?’’ you asked. somehow, you felt insecure too. did he not like it? did you have a bad taste or something?

‘’n-nothing, i just…’’ he mumbled, flexing his knees, feeling that sticky discomfort between his legs. ‘’god, this is so embarrassing.’’

‘’what's embarrassing?’’ you asked, sitting on the table while he remained squatting, feeling that any sudden movement could make the situation worse.

he sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to hide it from you there, because you would find out anyway. it was impossible not to notice the big wet spot right there between his legs, darkening his jeans.

‘’just... shit, don't laugh.’’ he warned beforehand. you raised your hands in surrender, somewhat agreeing. ‘’i made a mess in my pants.’’

you frowned, not quite understanding what he meant. but soon you connected the dots, your eyes widening in surprise. ‘’did you cum in your pants?’’

his eyes widened a little, shaking his head. ‘’don't say that out loud.’’ he muttered through gritted teeth. you hadn't even said it out loud. he was just too embarrassed.

it took you a while to think, not knowing what to say. this had never happened to you before.

‘’it's okay.’’ you said quietly and he scoffed, standing up, showing you his situation. it wasn't the most ideal of situations, but you couldn't help but appreciate it. it was a good mess.

‘’no, it's not okay, look at this.’’ he grumbled nervously in frustration. ‘’can't leave here like this.’’

''the staff keeps some face towels in the last closet. they won't miss them if one goes missing.’’ you said, getting down from the table, almost losing your balance when your feet touched the floor because your legs were a little wobbly.

you watched him leave, opening the unlocked cabinets. he walked a little funny so as not to make the situation worse in his pants, finding a clean towel in the last cabinet. he thanked you mentally and unbuttoned his pants, lowering them enough to be able to clean himself.

‘’this is ridiculous.’’ he muttered to himself, he was so embarrassed that he didn't even know if he would be able to look at you after he was done. in his head, this only reinforced the stereotype of an immaculate virgin that he has.

meanwhile, you put on your panties and lowered your shirt, suppressing a smile as he got back. his pants weren't that stained, you couldn't notice it at first, unless you stared at that spot too hard. he could feel the blush all over his face when he looked at you. ‘’listen...’’

‘’my mouth is a tomb.’’ you interrupted him, assuring him that you wouldn't tell anyone what happened there.

he let out a sigh of relief. ''thanks.’’ he muttered. he still thought this was so ridiculous that he thought the first thing he'd do was throw himself in front of a bus.

‘’but, if it's any consolation…’’ you trailed off, adjusting your skirt. ‘’it was hot.’’

he narrowed his eyes softly, trying to figure out if you were telling the truth or just trying to make him feel better. but your gaze seemed sincere, so he chose to believe it.

‘’you're so weird.’’ he laughed and you followed him as you walked to the exit, picking up your backpacks on the floor along the way.

‘’you are too.’’ you replied, holding the lollipop that was still there between your fingers, swirling your tongue around it one more time before handing it to him, watching him hold it with his left hand. ‘’we're a good pair of weirdos.’’

and with that, you wink at him and left the gym locker room, leaving him alone again, just like last time. he looked at the lollipop, bringing it to his mouth. he felt like he was crazy, but he could taste your pussy there. sweet. salty. strangely good.

he could easily get addicted.

a/n: i hope i don't disappear anymore. i missed writing so much :c

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skullsfiction · 3 months ago

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ratatouille and carlos sainz jr

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ratatouille: “tell me how you fell in love with me.” lets just ignore how this event was open like 3 months ago…and im just now posting blurbs from it…

Being a Formula One engineer was fun…until it was boring.

There was the moments where you felt on top of the world. Your back being patted with everyone muttering their small and polite ‘congratulations’. Then there was the moments like the ones being played out.

Nobody expected the rain to be so hard. They knew it was coming…just not as aggressive as it was being. And after one of the rookies unfortunately binned it into the wall, they had no other option then to put the race on pause.

That was two hours ago, and the rain was going just as hard.

And as a strategist, you couldn’t do anything but sit and wait. So that’s exactly what you did.

The camera panned to you from time to time, your enthusiasm—not—becoming the face for what everyone was feeling. Bored.

It was running on almost hour three, talks of rescheduling the race were becoming louder, when you felt a warm hand press itself on your back.

Instinctively, you jumped, your head whirling around to see who had the audacity to touch you so…so—personally. Your body relaxed at who you saw. The one and only Carlos Sainz (also known as the man you've been in love with for nearly four years now.)

You huffed, whirling back around, "You scared me.." you mumbled, watching as he pulled a high chair from the side and placed it right in your line of vision.

Carlos laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners, "I was calling your name for three minutes!"

Your face scrunched, "I didnt hear you."

"You were staring a the rain with a lot of anger, me and Alex were getting worried."

Your head quickly turned, spotting Alex standing by a water station, an upside-down newspaper in his hand, his head tilted so one eye was on you two. You couldn't help but laugh as you turned back to Carlos.

"And Alex is hiding why?"

Carlos peeked behind you before hunching down into a whisper, “He said last time he bothered you while you were in the..zone? You yelled at him.”

You didn't bother denying said allegations, knowing you would be lying if you did, you pursed your lips, "I'm not in the zone now, I'm just bored."

Carlos hummed, nodding, his thumbs rubbing smooth small circles on your knees, "I know how to fix that."

You raised a brow, humming, "How?"

Carlos let out a cheeky grin, pink dust settling on his cheeks, "Tell me how you fell in love with me."

You groaned, throwing your head back with a smile, "Not again!"

Carlos' eyes softened, "Please?"

You shook your head, "I don't understand why you love that story so much."

Carlos shrugged, "I...just do. I don't know.." he murmured.

Your eyes flickered over his head, the rain was still dropping, seemingly harder than it was previously, "I guess.." you rolled your eyes.

Carlos animatedly perked up, eyes shining, as he scooted closer to you than before.

"It was the day you and Lando were going around doing those stupid pranks..."

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formulakracing · 1 year ago

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xiv. the aftermath - t.w.

pairing: female driver!reader x toto wolff

word count: 3.3k

warnings: ANGST, lots of angst, mentions of sexual relationships, slight mentions of misogyny, cursing, slut-shaming, mentions of divorce, toto is lowkey yearning through this messiness, yadayadayada

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“do you have any idea how serious this is?”

you huff, rolling your eyes slightly, “i am quite aware.”

“you are actively engaging in a sexual relationship with the team principal of another–”

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“james,” a voice interjects, “do not make assumptions. we are not quite aware of the details or nature of their relationship.”

james scoffs, folding his arms across his chest, “i think i have a pretty good idea of the nature of their relationship. she fucking kissed him. in front of the entire world, nonetheless. it was not just a small peck either it–”

“james,” the voice’s tone shifts, hardened with a sternness, “she’s a twenty-two year old woman. she can speak for herself. i am aware that you are very passionate about the current reputation of the team, but i think we need to let her speak for herself, hmm? would you like to make a comment regarding the incident in monaco?”

your gaze falls on sir patrick head, co-founder of williams racing. surrounding you were members of the board, along with members of the management committee. all around, the paper white walls of the board room were blank, reminiscent of an interrogation room. the lack of notebooks, tablets, and laptops on the table were no help either, as you felt the entire focus of the room was lasered in on you. to your left was james, alex on your right.

marcus prosser, one of the heads of commercial and marketing sat across from you, his phone lying on the table, recording every single second of the ongoing conversation. you swallow the lump in your throat, shifting uneasily in your chair.

“do you want me to start from the beginning again or?”

“if you would like,” patrick shrugs, “you are not inclined to share every detail regarding your relationship with the mercedes team principal. we would like to know the gist of it, that’s all. is it strictly personal? borderline business? has he spoken of any future contract deals? that sort of thing.”

“well,” there was no reason to lie anymore, “after the first grand prix, in bahrain, he approached me. that was the beginning of our personal relationship.”

“did he mention any sort of thing about a future contract with mercedes?” marcus inquires, jotting down a few notes, “look, to put it plainly, the fia wants to ensure that your contract was not breached. that is the main thing that everyone is buzzing about. if he approached you with a contract deal and then began a personal relationship with you, then that’s textbook manipulation. mostly due to the fact that he was using the deal as leverage to kindle that relationship. and he deserves to be punished for that.”

“but what about me?” you raise a brow, “i consensually agreed to the personal relationship. i wanted–”

“you have to remember that you are thirty years younger than this man,” marcus’ voice is quiet, “he took advantage of you. he knew your age, and he began a relationship with you.”

“what happened to me being an adult?” you counter, “i am so sick of this bullshit that everyone is spreading around. i wanted a relationship with him. it wasn’t like he cornered me and demanded that we start seeing one another. it developed over time–”

“developed over time?” patrick’s brow furrow, “elaborate on that.”

“oh my god. i feel like we’ve been over this about a million times,” you exhale, “the relationship started in bahrain after the grand prix. we have been seeing one another in private since that night. i made things public in monaco. are we forgetting that here? that i was the person who initiated that kiss?”

“so in summary,” marcus clears his throat, his eyes honed in over the plethora of notes before him, “you placed eighth in bahrain. toto wolff approached you later that evening, stating that he wanted a personal relationship with you. in these last few weeks, the two of you have been engaged in a romantic relationship. is that correct?”

“let’s not forget that in that time, he did approach me inquiring about her contract,” james interrupts, “that was around jeddah or miami, i don’t really recall the details.”

“while i appreciate the statement,” marcus’ eyes narrow, glaring over at the team principal, “i was speaking to your driver.”

sucking in a breath, you nod, “everything we have discussed thus far has been answered to the best of my ability.”

“i see no further need for questioning,” marcus leans forward, pressing the stop icon on his screen, “if no parts of her contract have been breached, then i see no issue with their relationship. additionally, i trust that she has a good head on her shoulders and would not betray the team in any fashion. however, if there are future contract talks or negotiations, then you must facilitate a meeting with not only us and mercedes, but with the fia. they will want to ensure that you are not treated differently than any of the drivers or given perks that most drivers are not.”

“that’s it?” james coughs, “what about—“

“you can speak with her on your own accord,” patrick leans back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, “you have to remember james, she has won us a significant number of grand prixes. she is currently in first place for the title. and with her current trajectory, i do envision her standing on that podium, showered in champagne.”

“you see,” marcus taps his pen against the table, “if anyone’s reputation is suffering, it’s toto’s. he is the one who has a family. he is the one with an established career at mercedes. our american girl here, sponsors, investors, and the general public can forgive and forget. especially when there are world titles at stake.”

“but what about our team?” james retaliates, his voice growing louder with each and every word, “what about our reputation?”

“to be quite honest,” james, the other marketing head chips in, “we haven’t seen much talk regarding our reputation. most of the focus is on toto, like marcus said. additionally, imagine the publicity that are going to come out of this. drive to survive has already sent usa number of inquiries regarding an episode about our american girl. the fans are raving. in their words, they’re excited for the drama that will unfold in the coming season.”

“so to clarify,” you pipe up, “i’m not in trouble?”

“no, you’re not in any sort of trouble,” patrick’s voice was gentle as he spoke, “this is something that has never happened before in the history of formula one. there is sort of a grey area. at least, right now. per your contract, we cannot dictate who you can or cannot date. however, if you end up deciding that you would like to join toto at mercedes, please be as transparent with us as possible. additionally, be forewarned that the fia may not allow it due to conflict of interest.”

“right,” you nod, fiddling with your thumbs, “i thought i was going to lose my seat, if we’re being honest.”

“as long as you do not leak confidential team information with mr. wolff, then i do not see an issue with it,” patrick affirms, “we can’t afford to lose you. you’re our little shining star.”

at his tenderness in his words, tears brim your eyelids, threatening to spill over. your lower lip trembles, alex wrapping an arm around your shoulders as your voice shakes, “i-i can’t th-thank you guys enough. for everything. thank you for sticking by my side as we figure this mess out.”

“it’s not the worst we’ve seen,” a chuckle bubbles up in patrick’s throat, “sure, we may appear to have a no-nonsense policy, but we consider ourselves to be pretty flexible. also, this isn’t a mess. honey, it’s your personal life. of course we’re going to make sure that your well-being is prioritized. if you want to pursue a relationship with this man, we just want you to be happy.”

“besides,” marcus shoots you a wink, “it’s our job to keep the press at bay. if you would like, we can release a statement that we have thoroughly investigated the matter and will not make any further comments. that will keep the media satisfied until mercedes releases their own statement.”

“that would be nice,” you sniffle, wiping away a tear, “again, thank you so much. you guys have no idea how much this means to me.”

“we’re not going to force you to end things with someone just because you’re on different teams,” patrick rises to his feet, crossing over to you. patting your shoulder, he continues, the corners of lips curled into a sympathetic smile.

“besides, susie wolff worked with us for quite some time. although the circumstances are a little bit different this time around, this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a williams driver and a mercedes team principal involved in a romantic relationship.”

in the wake of monaco, it almost felt as if your little secret was completely exposed, for the entire world to pick apart and ridicule.

well, it was your fault, after all.

to make things worse, you could no longer seek out your escape, as he was thirty-nine miles away.

in the moments following the kiss, the wave of realization came crashing over the two of you, the cameras flashing, gasps arising from the crowd. you were whisked away by james, the image of toto almost disappearing as more and more journalists swarmed him, their phones and mics poised, eager for any sort of information regarding what just occurred.

it didn’t take long for the headlines to be blasted all across social media, tabloids, and any sort of press associated with the world of formula one.

toto wolff, team principal of mercedes-amg petronas, was deeply involved in an affair with the twenty-two year old williams driver.

to put it lightly, you spent the following hours sobbing in your motorhome, the guilt filling you to the brim, pouring out as the tears splattered all over your pillow.

alex was the first one to offer solace, reaching out hours after the monaco grand prix.

when you didn’t answer the phone after about sixty-seven calls, he showed up, flowers and snacks in hand, a mix of emotions painted across his features.

yet, the second he noticed the tears, he set the items down at the door, scooping you up in his arms, rubbing your back as the sobs rang out, filling the space with your wails.

“are you okay?”

“d-does it look i’m okay?”

“can i come in?”

“if you even want to talk to me right now. the entire world hates me.”

“even if the world hates you, i love you. let me in.”

so, you allowed him in, your walls crumbling completely as you started from the very beginning, recalling every possible detail. you began with bahrain, filling in the spaces through monaco, including the spat with daniel, as well as your time in brackley. at first, alex was stone-faced, taking it all in. however, once you were finished, wiping away your tears once again, he leaned over the couch, offering you a tissue.

“you’ve been wiping away your own tears the last few hours. let someone else do it for you this time.”

the only aspect you did not include was the offer to sign with mercedes. as much as you wanted to tell someone, to get that crushing weight off your chest, you knew you couldn’t. that was far too risky. well, not like there were many risks left. your biggest secret had been spilled to the entire world, no thanks to you.

so much for keeping things between the two of you.

as much as you wanted to believe that the other drivers despised you after monaco, that was far from the truth.

lando, charles, lewis, george, and oscar had reached out, mostly voicing their support. lando was shocked, but he was more concerned about your well-being. same with oscar and charles.

lewis and george on the other hand, had somehow gotten ahold of your number, leaving a series of voicemails.

hey, hey, hey. it’s lewis. george and i want to come over and talk for a little bit, if that’s okay? i promise we just want to comfort you. toto is not doing too well either. if you want, we can sneak him over here somehow. it may be kind of hard, but we’ll try our best to make it happen.

hello, it’s george. we know that you’re really in the chatting mood right now, but we want to come over and bring toto. we know you need him. we would just make sure that no one comes by or bothers the two of you. just let us know what’s the best option. i hope you’re okay.

however, you never called the british drivers back.

it wasn’t like you didn’t want them to bring toto or comfort you, it was just the matter at hand.

they didn’t deserve to be whisked into this.

and fuck, they sure as hell did not deserve any negative press if they were spotted around your motorhome or speaking with you.

sure, you were really fucking scared of was what to follow in terms of your future career following the kiss of monaco, but you were more apprehensive of the press. the fia was vicious at times, but nowhere near as ruthless as the headlines, articles, and videos the press created. if the fia was a storm, the press was a hurricane.

and sure enough, it seemed as if the media was never going to let this go. even though the entire grid was prepping for canada, here the press was, pestering you for comments or tidbits on your little “affair” with the team principal. they nearly salivated over it, the slightest morsel or crumb of information dramatized into a lengthy article or used for clickbait, generating thousands upon thousands of views.

you were called a slut. you were called a whore. you were referred to as a homewrecker. it was stated over and over again that you should never set foot in a garage or sit behind the wheel of a car ever again.

this is why women should not be in formula one. they fuck everyone and everything in sight. even married men.

god, what a fucking slimy slut. fucking a married man? breaking up a family? the fia should ban her from competing for the foreseeable future.

yet, the general public was unaware of one crucial piece of information.

toto wolff was a single man.

a very single man.

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“i cannot believe you. i cannot fucking believe you.”

toto wolff sat in his office chair as a figure paced back and forth, shaking her head, her tone laced with a venomous barb.

before him stood susie wolff, her neatly cut hair bobbing as she moved, “toto, you have fucked up before, and i have happily stood behind you, supporting you with everything i have. but this? oh my god. oh my fucking god. this is absolutely atrocious.”

yet, the team principal’s mind was focused on other matters.

his mind wandered, relishing the way your plush lips felt in that moment in monaco. the way your arms were around his neck, pulling him closer and closer to you as your mouths molded together, his tongue slipping in as your head rolled back, granting him more access. the way your beautiful lashes fluttered. the way you marched up to him, determination deeply embedded across your gorgeous face. the way the entire world around slowed, the team principal completely lost in you as the cameras recorded, taking in every second of the kiss.

fuck, he missed you.

too much.

so much that he took every blow from susie’s frustration with ease, still as a statue as she continued on, the words drowning in his ears.

“are you even fucking listening to me right now?” the question snaps him out of his trance, the team principal blinking.

“sure.”

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” she growls, pointing a finger at him, “do you have any idea how much this has diminished our reputation? our marriage?”

“what marriage? we’ve been divorced for some time, susie.”

“the marriage we’ve been putting on for the cameras!” the blonde exhales, bringing a hand to her temple, “we’re supposed to be happily married, toto. or was that something that slipped your mind as you were fucking that little american driver? in our home, nonetheless.”

at the sheer spite in her tone, the team principal’s jaw clenches, “you have no idea what you’re talking–”

“i know you toto,” fingers massage her temple, “it’s pretty obvious that you’re screwing her. if you weren’t, you would have dropped her like a fucking hat the moment she pulled that little stunt in monaco.”

since monaco, the days blurred together.

how was he supposed to rebuild his broken reputation, his shattered world when you were thirty-nine miles away?

well, not like there was much to repair.

after the incident, the team principal was thoroughly investigated by mercedes, as well as the fia. he answered every single one of their questions with his full capabilities, ensuring to include every detail that would grant him some grace. well, there were a few things he left out.

one, your visit to brackley.

two, the numerous conversations involving his offer to sign you with mercedes.

three, the fact that you were joining him at mercedes for the 2025 season, driving alongside george russell.

there were no recorded conversations, messages, or evidence proving that he was planning to sign you. so, there were no repercussions. the only incident found was the time he spoke with james, inquiring about the details of your current contract.

sure, toto was a little careless when it came to keeping things private.

but he was not an idiot.

he was not going to lose his job over this, that was for sure. if the fia was to discover about his offer to make you a world champion at mercedes, he would be terminated immediately. so, that part was to remain in the dark.

at least, for the time being.

after speaking with the board members of williams racing, mercedes made it very clear that if there were to be talks of signing the american driver, or even hints of wanting her to join the team, then it needed to be officiated among both teams, in a space where the conversation could be recorded. there were to be no special perks, exceptions, or favoritism towards the driver. each and every aspect of a future contract would be detailed in a manner to ensure fairness and equality.

additionally, since this was one of the first few times that a team principal was involved in a romantic relationship with a driver, there were not a lot of rules or regulations regarding the subject. the fia made it clear that they truly had no direction or idea of how to go about the matter. and since it was not a prominent issue in the world of racing, they were going to leave it up to the teams to deal with the matter.

thank god for the gray areas.

yet, there were repercussions. consequences of his actions.

and one of those repercussions was standing before him, her eyes narrowed, her brows knit together, foot tapping against the floor.

“toto, just tell me this one thing.”

“and that is?” toto presses, leaning back in his chair.

susie inhales a sharp breath, her fiery gaze breaking away from the team principal as she stares at the floor, eyes glossy from the promise of tears.

“are you in love with her?”

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xxblairexxss · 2 years ago

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Fluffy child

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Word count : 2.1k

A/N : Not really sure about this one. Sorry if it’s not up to your expectation, anon!

Requested!

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"Baby, I need to go now!"

"Wait!" You yelled back and picked up your fluffy son in your arms before making your way to your boyfriend, who was all prepared to leave with his small luggage. "Teddy said bye!”

He cackled as you waved the fluffy hand while the cat was looking very unamused as he was forced to wear the shirt. "Where did you get that?”

It was a toddler size Ferrari shirt with the number 16 at the back that you ordered months ago. "From a random website! Isn’t it cute? He liked it!” You squealed and kissed Teddy’s cheek.

"I don’t think he likes it, baby. Look at the face. He’s definitely giving you a side eye.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s horrible attempt to copy the expression. "I need to go now. I love you."

"There you go.” Teddy rolled down on the floor as you crouched to place him down before wrapping your arms around Charles’ neck as he kissed you on the cheek. "I’ll miss you!"

"I’ll miss you more. Teddy, don’t get used to my absence; it’ll only be 4 days."

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"Yeah, definitely. I mean—" Charles’ attentiveness to the conversation snapped when his phone rang. A smile instantly lit up his face when he saw the heart emoji at the end of the contact’s name. He usually got a few pictures of Teddy, your cat, every day, more if he was away. There were more pictures of the cat himself than your pictures in his phone by now.

Scooting the chair a little further away from Lando and Alex, he swiped the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, anticipating your voice. "Hey, baby!"

"Charles, he's gone…"

He frowned, unable to catch the words. Your voice was shaking, and there were a lot of voices where he was currently. "Sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you. What was that?"

"Teddy’s gone…"

He heard you sniffle and choppy breathing, making his hand itching to hold you in his arms right now.

"Charles, where are you going?” Lando called out after seeing the Ferrari driver stand up abruptly.

"My room." That was all he said as he left the table and made his way to the driver’s room, away from anyone else so he could hear you clearly.

Teddyy was a kitten you found outside a library back when you were a student. He came to the family at an early stage of the relationship. Charles always preferred a dog, but you managed to change his mind, or maybe he was forced to change his mind because wherever you were, Teddy would be by your side. Even in bed. So he never really got to say no to the fluff of cloud. He was very vocal and proud of being a dad as well. In fact, people would always ask him about Teddy more than himself whenever he bumped into the fans. It surely felt like Teddy was slowly taking over the spotlight.

You woke up yesterday morning and headed to the kitchen to do your daily routine, which was to feed your child. There should be a mini-race between you and him about who got to reach the kitchen first, and he would have blasted out his vocal chords to alarm the whole apartment that he required food right there and then, but yesterday was different. He was just lying down on his bed, looking so weak that you had to bring him to the emergency vet. You stayed at the vet for hours up until he got surgery, alone and unable to ring Charles due to the time difference. It was 2 hours after the surgery that the vet told you he passed away due to the stress that the surgery caused. You were told he suffered from a disease that could be infected by a virus that was hard to detect, and it wasn’t your fault, but it definitely felt like it. You haven’t slept; you couldn’t look at his blue-coloured glass bowl without crying, and you needed Charles.

He didn’t say anything throughout the video call, which lasted for at least an hour. You were filling him up with everything that happened with your puffy eyes, messy hair bun with your knitted cardigan, and looking like a divorced housewife who couldn’t move on from their cheater husband.

"I’m all good now. A little sad," You sniffed and wiped the tears with your oversized sweatshirt sleeve that was a little darker in colour from being used as a replacement for a tissue. "but I’m good."

Charles smiled, his heart swelling from seeing the way you tried to play it off just so he wouldn’t have to worry too much. “Are you sure you are okay, angel? I can stay on the phone longer. They don’t need me until 3, at least.” His gaze went to the top left of his phone screen. It was 2:57 PM.

"No, it’s okay." You brought the phone closer and managed a smile after seeing the way he looked at you. "Good luck."

"I love you, precious. I’ll probably arrive by midnight. You don’t have to wait for me, alright?"

You rubbed your eyes, nodding to his question before waving as he ended the call. The brown, printed blanket was back clinging to your body as you turned yourself into a cocoon and scrolled through pictures of Teddy while F1TV was airing on your television with just a few hours to go before the race.

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Everything had to make the loudest sound when he needed to be quiet. The sound of his shoe against the floor, which was usually silent as the grave, had to be the loudest ever at this hour. The sound of something shuffling against the floor made him whip his head as fast as he could towards the hallway, as soon as he closed the door.

"Baby?"

The shuffling sound came faster and louder as he made his way deeper into the dark hallway and stumbled back as you threw yourself against him. Too fast that he didn’t catch a glimpse of your body coming.

“F—you scared me.” He breathed out, and his arm went around your petite frame. He didn’t turn on the light because you often fell asleep on the couch, and he would hate himself for waking you up, but every sound in the dark would be connected to a burglar. He would have thrown a kick if he hadn’t caught the lavender scent from your body wash as you crashed into him earlier. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was waiting for you."

The thumping sound filled the silence as he let go of the bag he was holding with his other hand as he held you when you started crying in his arms. "Baby…"

It felt like you had drained out every salty liquid you had left because you were dehydrated after soaking Charles’ black shirt with your tears. You were flushed red when he cackled at you as you apologised for the mess.

"You should change out of this." He jerked back as you tugged on the shirt.

"Don’t be silly. Baby, stop trying to strip me. This is an assault."

You tugged on it again. "Go and change! It probably has my snot on it."

"Okay, and?"

"It’s disgusting!"

"Just tell me if you want to see my body. There’s no need to make up an excuse.” You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen while Charles waited for the linguine noodles to cook.

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"Is it done?”

You looked adorable with the puffy eyes and his hoodie, which seemed to be twice the size of your body, but Charles refused to say it out loud because you would turn down the compliment as if he were making fun of you. "It’s done, but it’s mine.” He had eaten earlier on the plane, but he didn’t have to ask to know you hadn’t eaten anything. He knew you from the back of his hand. He also knew you wouldn’t say no to your favourite food, butter pasta, so even when you told him you weren’t hungry, he still ended up cooking the food just because he wanted you to eat.

"Can I have a bite?” You wished he didn’t hear your stomach grumble.

Your phone was placed on your lap as he feed you a mouthful so as you leaned in, and he caught a glance of a recent picture of you and Teddy on your screen. He hadn’t really gotten to ask why or what happened because it didn’t seem like you were ready for it. All he knew was that you had to bring him to the emergency room because he wasn’t responding well, and that was it. "Baby, what happened?"

"It was my fault.” You sighed, frustrated with yourself, as you pressed the bottom part of your palm against your eyes to stop the tears.

Charles placed his hand on your waist, and you felt him keep stroking his thumb against it while you tried to gather your emotions. "I should have known something was wrong when he didn’t really want to eat his food two days ago, but I thought it was because of the new brand of food that I recently bought. I’m such a bad mom."

He took the plate away before drawing you into his arms. "You were the best owner any cat could ask for, baby. There are some things that are beyond our control. It wasn’t your fault. We even bought him for a monthly checkup. We did everything we could. You weren’t neglecting him just because you couldn’t detect his sickness early. He was looking fine even before I left."

"I miss him so much..."

"I know, precious. I know." The screen of your phone lights up again from a light touch of your clothes. "How about you show me pictures of him that I haven’t seen?"

"Won’t it be boring?” You wiped your tears with your sleeves again as you went to your photo album and scrolled through thousands of pictures and videos of him throughout the year. "Have you seen this one?"

"Which one?" He pulled you closer as you laid on his chest.

"This one." You chuckled and clicked on the play button. "It was when I bought a new mouse toy for him, and he was so excited that he fell off the bed from chasing it."

He was listening to you attentively until you asked to go to sleep. Truth be told, he hadn’t slept at all, even on the plane on his way back to fight the jet lag. He nearly fell asleep standing while he was waiting for the block of butter to melt against the pan, but it was worth it to joke around, to lighten up the mood, to lend you his shoulder, ears, and shirt to soak your tears with because as he stepped into the house, he knew he had a responsibility as your boyfriend. Sleep could wait; he would be happy to watch the same video of Teddy just from different angles a hundred times if that was what made you smile.

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Charles squinted his eyes as he caught you walking back to the car with a paper bag of fruits on your left hand and something fluffy on your right. The door to the shotgun seat was opened as you got in, and the fluffy thing you were holding meowed.

He had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know where to start. He thought you said you wanted to drop by the supermarket real quick to get some fruits, and he just had to wait in the car. What was supposed to be 20 minutes turned out to be longer than that. He even had to call you to ask why you were taking so long and if you needed his help, to which you said no, and now you brought in a fluffy, moving animal as if it were part of the fruits.

"Baby, what…did you buy?“

"Oh!" You let go of the kitten and took out the small packets of everything inside the paper bag. "I bought strawberries! Blueberries and some bananas. I also got some marshmallows!”

"And what is that?” Charles arched his brow, eyes on the kitten on your lap.

"Which one?" You tilted your head.

“That..?”

“Oh! It’s a kitten!” You beamed.

"Ah, it’s a kitten! I wouldn’t have guessed. Y/N, did you think you could sneak in a kitten in the car and I wouldn’t find out about it?” He was so lost for words that he ended up chuckling.

"I found Boo on the side of the street!” You picked the kitten up and booped on the nose.

"Who is Boo? It has a name already?"

"Can we take her, please? Please, please! I can’t just leave her on the street. She was hungry too!” You cradled the kitten against your chest and tried not to make any eye contact with your boyfriend so that he would just accept his fate and drive home. “Look at the face! She reminds me of Teddy!”

"Well, she has a name already. Let’s just go home, Boo."

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Darren's Birthday Surprise

A Weight Gain Erotic Fantasy

I looked at the night sky from the cabin patio. All the party sounds (pop music, shouting, West’s unmistakable laugh) were drowned out by the sliding glass door. A shooting star dashed across the horizon.

I sighed. I knew I should go back inside. This was my birthday weekend. West organized everything for me. And yet, it says a lot that the birthday boy had been sitting out here for the last 20 minutes and none of my closest friends seemed to notice.

I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t unhappy, either, and I think that made things worse. My friends were great. West was great. Three years of dating and I had no complaints except for this constant, gnawing urge for something different, something more. If I had specific, tangible issues to be upset about, then I could end things with West and move on with my life. Being unhappy was fixable. Instead, I was just blank.

“Deep in thought?”

An old woman looked up at me from the gravel path that ran alongside our rental cabin. She was short and thin, with long, white braids and a pleasant smile. I’d never seen her before.

“Uh. Yeah. Is that obvious?”

She took my answer as permission to join me on the porch.

“It’s your birthday today, right?” She sat on the wooden railing in front of me. I was afraid she’d fall and break something, but I didn’t stop her. I was too busy wondering who she was and how she knew it was my birthday.

Then I saw the birthday balloons tied to the fence. That answered one of my questions.

“Who are you?”

“Just someone passing through.” That was an evasive answer. Creepy, too. There weren’t any other cabins for miles, and she didn’t look like a camper in that loose white dress.

“May I ask you a question now?”

“Sure.” This conversation was seriously weirding me out, but I wasn’t scared. This strange woman wasn’t going to hurt me. I knew that on, like, an internal level. In my bones. Whoever she was, she meant well.

“Are you happy with your life?”

“No,” I immediately answered. Somehow, I knew that I couldn’t lie to her.

“What would you need to become happy?”

“I don’t know.”

“A new boyfriend?”

I flinched. She had just made things very personal. I should’ve told her it was none of her business, and yet, I couldn’t. Because of curiosity, I guess. Because I wanted to hear her out. And I know this sounds crazy, but because part of me believed that this weird old lady had the power to help me.

“I love my boyfriend. I don’t want to lose him. I just wish…”

She leaned closer. “Yes?”

“I just want something more.”

West was perfect. He was charming and he had a slim, muscular body to die for. His personality meshed with mine. Our sex life was good (not great), and I knew he loved me. I loved him, too. I just... I don't know. Something was off.

“You want more from West,” she repeated.

“Yes,” I said, not realizing until after the word came out that she knew my boyfriend’s name. I shivered. “How did you—?”

“Happy birthday, Darren.”

She placed her hands on her knees and toppled backward off the porch railing.

I jumped up and ran to the edge, expecting to see her lying on the ground six feet below the porch. Why would she do that? She didn’t accidentally fall. She chose to push herself backward, with a smile on her face as she toppled.

But when I looked over the edge, all I saw was grass and gravel. The woman was gone.

As someone who did not believe in ghosts or supernatural anything, I refused to accept that this woman had just disappeared. I raced down the porch steps and searched everywhere. No woman. No footprints. No signs that she was ever there aside from the chills sliding along the back of my neck.

I had nothing left to do besides head back inside. I didn’t plan to tell my friends what had happened, but I’d definitely tell West. We didn’t keep secrets from each other.

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The party was exactly the same. Alex, Levi, and Jamie were dancing by the fireplace, plastic cups in their hands. John and Lisa were sloppily making out in the corner. Benny and his cousins were at the table playing poker.

The only difference was that West was gone. When I left the party, he’d been at the poker table, too.

I walked over to Benny, who had a confident smile even though he only had a pair of threes. (Horrible bluffer.) “Hey, um, have you seen West?”

He looked up at me like I was crazy. “Where do you think he is?”

Benny’s cousins both laughed. What did they know that I didn’t?

“West?” I shouted.

Everyone stared at me, as if I was a complete idiot for asking where my boyfriend was.

“In here!” West shouted from the kitchen. It sounded like his mouth was full.

I walked through the party, ignoring all the looks, and pushed through the kitchen door.

“What the fuck?”

West was sitting on the other side of the high counter, so I only saw his shoulders and head. His face was completely covered in chocolate. My birthday cake sat in front of him, absolutely torn apart. He’d eaten almost all of it (with his hands, apparently). Why would he do that?

“Hey, babe!” he said, chewing on another handful. “Almost done!”

“Almost done with my cake? Why? We’re supposed to serve that thing in an hour!”

He looked confused. Still chewing, though. I think he still had clumps of cake in his mouth, because his cheeks were bulging. “But you told me…”

“I told you to eat all of my birthday cake? Why would I do that?”

“Darren, your cake’s still in the fridge.”

No it wasn’t. I knew what make cake looked like. We picked it out together. Dark chocolate with coconut/chocolate icing. I was really looking forward to it, too. And now, it was all over his face.

Not believing him, I rushed to the fridge and looked inside. “Oh.”

He was right. My cake was still in there. Untouched.

“Told ya. Trust me, this is the special one you got me with the extra layers. Delicious, by the way.” He scooped up one last handful and jabbed it into his mouth.

This didn’t make any damn sense. “Why would I buy you a matching cake for my birthday and ask you to eat it all yourself?”

“Because you’re a bad influence,” he answered, licking his fingers. “I’m just glad you didn’t make me do it in front of our friends like last year.”

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about, Darren?” Then he smiled. “Oh, I get it. Role-play.” He made his voice sound high-pitched and weak. “Oh, Darren. Don’t be mad at me. I didn’t mean to eat your cake. I just can’t control my hungry little tummy.”

I had enough of this nonsense. Either he was playing a very confusing prank on me, or the weird lady outside had somehow slipped me drugs. “West, please tell me what’s going on. I’m not joking around.”

My boyfriend saw the panic on my face. “Oh, honey.” He grunted as he tried to stand up, but something was holding him down. He tried again, and with a lot of effort, he pushed himself to his feet. Then he waddled toward me, his chocolate-stained hands reaching out for a hug.

My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t West. This was an obese stranger who had West’s face. I couldn’t see his body behind the counter, but now that he was standing, now that he was walking toward me, I saw the drooping apron, flopping tits, and squashed-together thighs of someone who outweighed West by at least 200 pounds.

This… person tried to touch me, but I jumped back.

“Darren?”

“Who are you?”

He stared. “Are you drunk? Did Benny slip you something?” He reached out to touch my face, exactly how the real West would’ve, but I pushed his hand away before he could stain me with his chocolatey fingers.

“Get away from me!” I rushed past him and raced back into the living room.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. (Except John and Lisa. They were still making out.)

“Something’s wrong with West!”

“What?” Alex said from the couch. “Did he choke on your cake?”

“He… He got fat!”

No one said anything for three frustrating seconds. They all just stared.

And then, all at once, everyone in the room burst out laughing.

“Oh! Shocking!” Benny said sarcastically.

They all thought I was joking. The poker players went back to the game. The dancers started dancing again. The only person who seemed to take this seriously was Alex. He marched over to me, his expression angry, and he slugged me in the arm.

“Jackass,” he said. “You know I worry about the guy. Don’t scare me like that.”

“I’m not. He’s… He’s huge!”

Alex shook his head. “Not cool, man.” He went back to the couch, still angry.

The kitchen door creaked open behind me, and I could hear West’s thudding footsteps. I turned around, hoping that he’d be back to normal now, but nope. He was still enormous. He’d wiped off his face and arms, though.

His shirt was still chocolate-stained. And now that he wasn’t covered in dark icing, I could see how much his face had changed. His cheeks were chubby, and his second chin was even bigger than his dad’s.

“See?” I shouted to everyone else. “Look at him.”

West grabbed my arm. “Stop. You’re acting weird.”

“Just let him rant!” Benny called across the room. “He’s just showing you off again.”

West looked me in the eyes. He knew I wasn’t joking around. He was worried about me. And while every other part of him was different, his wide, caring eyes hadn’t changed. “Come on. Let’s talk outside.”

Part of me wanted to say no. Whatever thing had taken over West, I shouldn’t trust it. I shouldn’t leave the safety of the group. But my heart told me that I’d be okay. If my boyfriend was really in there, buried under all that fat, then I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

He led me through the front door, back onto the porch. He sat his wide ass onto the bench and I sat next to him. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’re different!” I said.

“How so?” I loved that his voice was so calming and familiar, but I hated it, too. He made me sound like a raving lunatic in comparison.

I let out a breath and forced myself to speak slowly. “When I left the cabin, you were playing poker with the guys. You were normal. And when I came back…” I didn’t know how to end that sentence.

“I was playing poker,” he said, “but before you left, you told me to go into the kitchen for my ‘cake time,’ remember? That was the last thing you said before you came out here.”

“I told you to go and eat that cake?”

“Yeah. Did you want me to wait for you? So you could watch?”

I looked away. This conversation was making me even more confused.

“I’m worried about you, Darren. How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know.”

He gently grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulging stomach. I didn’t pull away. I was too confused.

“What are you…?”

“Just rub my belly and breath, okay?”

It made no damn sense that he wanted me to rub his belly. It made even less sense that I did what he said. I slid my palm across his softness, and it felt… familiar. He shouldn’t have a belly, and I had zero experience rubbing anyone like this, but somehow, my hand recognized each curve. I felt the deep fold across his belly button, and the bulges on his sides, and the dimpled surface at the bottom of his overhang. All familiar to my fingers. It was like muscle memory.

“Are you feeling calmer now?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Always works. I’m like your big, squishy stress ball.”

I pulled away. My hand immediately missed the contact. “You’re not supposed to be fat.”

He smiled, acting supportive but still trying to figure me out. “I know. Hence all the stretchmarks. I was never supposed to get like this, but I’m so glad you did this to me.”

I did this? I made him fat?

As I looked into his round face, realization washed over me. It was that lady. She’d changed reality. She offered to help me get over my funk, and she’d granted my wish.

But what did I say exactly?

“I just want something more.”

Wow. Talk about twisting my words.

It was crazy. Freaking impossible. But I couldn’t think of another explanation. I made a wish on my birthday (under a shooting star, no less) and now my boyfriend was fat.

I had to figure out a way to get him back to normal, and the only way to do that was to get more information about this new reality.

“Um, I’m going to ask some questions. About us. Just humor me, okay? Pretend I have amnesia or something.”

“Sure.”

“Where did we meet?”

“History class. Professor Robineaux. I thought you were very cute, so I went up to you and asked for a pen.” He smiled at the memory.

“Even though you were holding a pen at the time,” I added, smiling back.

Yeah. That hadn’t changed. Right away, I knew West was the guy for me. Confident and a little goofy. I fell for him hard.

“And our first date?”

“You took me rollerblading at that retro place.” He laughed. “Can you imagine me going there now? I’d probably crush people.”

That saddened me. Yes, he was right about our first date. We had a great time. But to think he’d grown too fat to ever go back there… Poor guy. I thought about all the other things we did together. Surfing. Hiking. Mini-golf. All those activities were impossible now.

My hand was on his gut again. I’d even pulled up his shirt so I could touch him directly. My fingers were digging into his mid-belly fold. I’m not sure when I did that. Probably when I was thinking about rollerblading. I didn’t pull away this time. My hand wanted to feel him, and the warmth of his skin was calming me down.

“What about our first anniversary? Where did we go?”

“Harrison’s,” he said.

That wasn’t right. We went hiking on our anniversary and had a picnic on a mountain. I didn’t even know what Harrison’s was.

“And what did we do?” I asked.

He leaned back a little. He was really enjoying my touch. “Oh, it was so romantic. You picked out all my meals. That was the first time you fed me in public. God, it was incredible.”

Now I knew. Harrison’s was the buffet restaurant near our house. We’d driven by that place thousands of times, but we’d never gone inside. In this reality, I took him there for our anniversary? And I fed him?

I tried not to think about how bizarre this all was. I was getting close to finding some answers. Now I knew that something had changed during our first year together. That narrowed it down.

“When did you start gaining weight?”

“Your birthday, of course.”

So my 23rd birthday, just four months after we’d made things official. Exactly three years ago today.

“And tell me how you decided that you wanted this?”

“How I decided? That’s an interesting way to put it.”

“Tell me what happened.”

I waited for his answer, but all that came out was a soft whimper.

“West?”

“Sorry,” he muttered. “You know how much I like that.”

He was responding to my hand again. It had moved to the sweaty space under his overhang. I was running my fingers back and forth. I loved how warm and sticky it was down there, and I especially loved how my fingers were making him arch his back and let out tiny whimpers.

As if on autopilot, my hand went lower, sliding under his stretchy waistband. I touched the hairy lump of fat over his crotch. His fat pad.

“Oooh,” he said.

Why was I doing this? My only explanation was that in this version of reality, I touched him in very specific ways, ways that clearly turned us both on. I didn’t have memories of this life, but my hands knew exactly what to do.

I squeezed his fat pad, then explored the hot space between his crotch and his puffy thigh. Everything down there was so warm and soft. And before I knew it, my other hand joined in, going straight to his hanging moob to give it some attention.

“I… I can’t answer your… questions if you keep… Oooh.” He sounded like I was jerking him off or something. I was touching every part of him except his dick, but in this fattened form, that didn’t matter. He had so many little nooks and crannies, a thousand different pleasure zones, and my hands knew all his favorite places.

I pinched at his thigh fat, causing him to shudder so hard that his belly flopped against himself. I wasn’t going to stop touching him. I couldn’t. But I still needed him to answer my questions.

“Concentrate,” I said. “Tell me the exact moment you started gaining weight.”

“Birthday cake,” he muttered. He couldn’t even form full sentences.

I positioned my body on top of him now. I wanted to press my flat stomach against his gut. My left hand was still pleasing his moob with rapid, constant thumb-friction. My right hand was still in his pants, feeling the tip of his cock poking out of his fat. I wasn’t stroking it, just feeling that it was there.

My brain was shocked that his once-substantial member was reduced to almost nothing, but my hands expected this.

“What about the birthday cake, West?”

His eyes were clamped shut. He was trying not to moan. “You… Oh, Darren!" His moans echoed into the star-filled night.

"What about the birthday cake?" I asked again.

The bench creaked under him as he rocked his flopping body to the rhythm of my touch. The fat hanging over his sides thudded against the wood. "You... you asked me to eat it. Oooh. And I… I did.”

He was bucking his hips now. Ripples everywhere. My hand left his cock (now as big as it was going to get) but remained on his fat pad. I squeezed. And with a rhythm I must've perfected over the years, I shook his fat bulge as fast as he was bucking his hips. I didn’t realize it at first, but I was using his fat to jerk him off.

And he fucking loved it.

“Just one more question, West. You can hear me, right?”

“Darren,” he moaned.

I pressed my torso deeper into his soft middle, riding the waves. I was straddling one of his thick legs, making sure he could feel my own hardness through my shorts. I jiggled him faster. My other hand left his moob and was now holding onto his side-fat. I needed to stabilize myself a little.

“One last question. On my birthday, when this all started, why did I ask you to eat that cake?”

His breath was catching. I recognized that sound. He was ready to explode.

I slowed down just a little, then sped up one last time.

“You… You… never told me whyyyyyy.”

And he was gone. Just by jiggling his fat, he came in his pants.

I still didn’t have an answer. In this reality, I’d simply decided for some unknown reason that I wanted him to eat for me. That’s it. And now, his body was a heaping mound of rolls. I pulled my hand out of his sticky pants, but rather than stand up, I let my whole body sink into him. My head against his chest, I could hear his heart pounding and his lungs struggle for air.

When we came out here, I just expected to ask him questions. This was… a surprise. My body had taken control. I didn’t understand the new world I was living in, but I finally felt like I’d be happy here.

West stroked my hair. “Are you feeling better now? Less confused?”

“Yeah.” Suddenly, I was aware of the party music thumping inside the cabin. “Do you think our friends heard you?”

“Probably,” he said casually. “But that’s like, what, the fourth time you’ve jiggle-jerked me today? They’re used to it.”

I laughed. “Fourth time?”

I no longer felt any sadness over what he’d become. So what if he couldn’t rollerblade anymore? It seemed like we had plenty of better ways to spend our time together.

I buried my face in his soft chest, feeling nothing but happiness. That oppressive blank feeling I used to have was gone now. My wish had definitely been granted. I wanted more, and I got it. So much more.

“Well?” West asked.

“Well what?”

“It’s your birthday, after all. And I can feel how hard you are right now. Don’t you wanna…?”

“Yes!” I said instantly. I climbed off him and unbuttoned my shorts.

He looked at me funny. “Aren’t you gonna get my milkshake first? We can’t fold-fuck without it.”

“Oh. Um, yeah.” I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I think I could make an educated guess. And it sounded fucking amazing.

I rebuttoned my shorts, fully aware that my friends would see my hard-on, but oh well. In this reality, where West and I were constantly going at it, they probably wouldn’t care. I gave West’s belly a quick kiss and headed back inside.

***

No one seemed to notice me enter. West was right. All his moaning was like white noise to them. I walked through the crowd and entered the kitchen.

I assumed his milkshake was in the fridge. I looked on every shelf, but I couldn’t find anything resembling a milkshake. All we had were alcohol bottles and my birthday cake.

“Darren?”

I spun around. My heart sank.

West was standing behind me, but it was the old West, the skinny West. “What are you looking for?” He glanced down at my crotch. “And why are you…?”

This was the real world again. I could feel it.

Everything I’d just experienced was… What? A dream? A hallucination?

A vision of the future?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

I pulled him against me and kissed him. He was surprised, but he gave into it. My hands felt his narrow hips, his muscular chest, his solid back. Then I let him go.

“Wow. What’s gotten into you?”

“West, since it’s my birthday, can you do something for me?”

He shrugged. “Of course. Anything.”

I pulled my chocolate cake out of the fridge and placed it on the table. “Can you eat this for me?”

“But… that’s for everybody.”

“I know.”

He looked at the cake, then me, then the cake again. “Why would you want me to eat all that?”

I handed him a fork, but I didn’t answer.

The End

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disneyprincemuke · 1 year ago

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mrs all american * archived.

who is that guy in the andretti racing garage?

pairings: bother figures x fem!driver, 4lyfers x fem!driver

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alex tilts his head, approaching his friends gathered right behind a crowd that’s formed in front of one of the racing hospitalities in the paddocks. “what are we doing here?”

“same sentiments,” george mutters, craning his neck to try and look over heads to see what’s all the commotion about. him and lando had been having a chat while walking in from lunch when they were greeted by a large crowd gathered and chatter filling up the air. “we’re just as curious as you.”

“but you lot were here first?” alex asks, scrunching his nose again, looking between his friends. “did andretti manage to score some big name or something for the weekend?”

“brad pitt, you reckon?” lando asks, raising his eyebrows. “nah, i don’t think so. has to be someone else.”

“maybe it’s just rocky causing terror to everyone again.”

george and lando exchange a stare and ultimately shrug with a nod. it’s not entirely impossible that it’s not the brand’s own driver who’s gathered a big crowd to watch her do something stupid.

“hey, why are there so many damn people? i just wanna take a nap before the parade.” the 3 turn around, shocked at the presence that’s announced itself behind them. the andretti racing driver stands in front of them, hands on the straps of her backpack as she looks at them curiously. they furrow their eyebrows. “what?”

“you’re not the one that’s causing all the commotion?” george tilts his head, pointing at the crowd of cameras and paparazzi behind them.

she shrugs. “i guess not. what’s going on?”

alex sighs, widening his eyes. “we have got no idea. we’re just nosey,” he takes a sip from his drink, “will you tell us when you find out later?”

she shrugs nonchalantly with a small smile. “sure. i’ll see you lads later for the parade.”

“are you hiding someone from me?” the girl, who’s just walked into the pitlane to head to the grid for the driver’s parade takes a step back with a clueless blink. “max keeps pestering me about the guest for tonight.”

she shrugs, eyebrows furrowed. “why do you just assume i always know more than you?”

liam shrugs as well, frowning. “i don’t know. there’s just so much commotion on our side of the paddocks today and i’ve got no clue as to why,” liam says with a frown.

realistically, she feels bad lying straight through her teeth to everyone. but she doesn’t need anyone messing with her when the truth happens to come out before the race starts. it’s just not something she thinks she needs.

besides, everybody will find out after the race. she will just explain herself then.

“i’ve got no idea what’s going on with our garage today,” she takes a sip from her pepsi, blinking at liam innocently. “guess we’ll find out later?”

“find what out?” oscar tilts his head as they come to a stop right by him and lando, waiting for the truck to start their lap around the track.

“why we’ve been so crowded with paps today,” liam frowns. “i’m not the centre of attention and it’s simply absurd.”

lando sighs, shaking his head. “i know. i’ve barely seen a camera pointed my way today and it’s our grand prix race. something is not right.”

she shrugs with a small grin. “someone kinda famous, i guess.”

“it’s not jacob elordi again, is it?” carlos pokes his head between lando’s and hers, furrowing his eyebrows. he turns to her, met with an unamused stare and head tilt. he shrugs. “just curious. who knows if you’re seeing him again?”

she looks around their huddle, suddenly greeted by curious stares and raised eyebrows. she throws her arms in the air and shakes her head. “i’m not seeing jacob again! i haven’t seen him since the miami race last year! please let it go!”

alex narrows his eyes down with a small smirk. “you sound like you know something about andretti’s special guest.”

“you liar!” liam screams.

“i don’t!” she turns to liam with her arms in the air. she turns to alex and scowls. “why are you stirring drama? i don’t know anything about who andretti’s decided to give their stupid pass to this weekend, okay?”

alex hums, pressing his lips together. “that’s not what logan told me.”

“why would logan know anything about andretti’s guest this weekend? i’ve barely seen him.”

he shrugs, “i really thought that would break you.”

“nice try,” oscar sighs, shaking his head. “you really don’t know anything?”

she shakes her head. “i really don’t. now can we please talk about something else?”

“i’ll see you later after the race?” a soft, familiar, higher-pitched voice says. “don’t forget to watch me, okay? remember: i’m in the andretti car. don’t watch the red bulls or the ferraris, just me. you’re here for me.”

liam presses his ear against the door as if he could somehow make out who’s speaking to whom inside the room.

you can only imagine his shock when he hears a man’s voice from the other side of the door. “suddenly i’m an andretti supporter. i don’t even like ferrari.”

he hears her laugh, followed by footsteps approaching the door. “i’ll see you later, my. love you.”

the door clicks, prompting liam to hurl himself towards the stairs leading downstairs, stumbling and sliding down a couple of steps. liam pulls himself up with the railing, trying to ignore the way he can hear the confusion as the door closes.

“what are you doing?”

liam hops up to his feet, one of his foot sliding off at the edge of the steps. he coughs to cover it up and shakes his head. “i’m just super excited to be racing in vegas.”

she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “are you sure? is something wrong?”

he shakes his head. “nope. nothing.”

perhaps she will break the news to him after the race? he doesn’t think he’s ever heard her say that phrase to anyone, much less know anyone called ‘my’.

“you don’t have anything to ask me?” she bites down on her lip, trying to keep the laugh in.

truthfully, she had heard the door rattle a couple of times and assumed that liam was being nosey outside her driver’s room. she’s more surprised that her teammate is not probing her for a more defined answer other than a shrug.

“i guess,” liam shrugs dejectedly.

he just wants her to tell him instead of having to ask her outright.

“alright, mate,” she laughs, furrowing her eyebrows. “by the way, you’re coming for ice cream tonight, right? i’ve got someone i want you to meet.”

another podium finish. it’s absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she’s got a special guest in her garage watching, the car was just good.

she knows that because liam’s finished directly behind her. she would have given him the podium if sebastian hadn’t insisted that there’s jo driver swap necessary and that it would only be riskier to do so.

she climbs out of the car, eyes crinkled towards the team gathered behind the barriers for her. she tears all of her headgear off and immediately runs forward to where her team is gathered.

“amazing!” sebastian screams, arms wide open as she approaches them. “good job, kid!”

she screeches, hopping over to where they are with her fists in the air. “i know! i literally love vegas! year after year, all vegas gives me is bangers!”

she jumps into sebastian’s arms, cheering along with her team of mechanics with their arms wrapped around her as well. “yay! another podium for me! suck it, oscar!”

“oscar catching strays,” liam mutters, tapping her on the shoulder and holding his arms out to her. throwing his arms around her, he sighs exasperatedly while a smile. “i know you had someone in your room earlier.”

“i know. you rattled the door with all your moving,” she whispers back before pulling away. she drops her head slightly as a blush slowly creeps up her cheeks. “i’m seeing somebody.”

“i also know that,” liam grins, a hand still on the small of her back. “do i get to meet him?”

“obviously. do you know how difficult it’s been to keep him out of your sight all day?” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “i promise you’ll get to meet him.”

“if i didn’t know you were a good driver, i’d have thought you made it to the podium just to impress me.”

“it’s just luck, i guess.” she grins giddily leaning in as he holds both hands up, grabbing her cheeks. “thanks for coming to watch my race.”

“absolutely. thank you so much for inviting me over.”

she scrunches her nose, hands lifted slightly behind her as she leans in with puckered lips. she’s turning 22 in a couple of weeks and the fact that this is her first public relationship ever is still new to her.

truthfully, she wasn’t even planning on dating any time soon. she’s gone 5 years — almost her entire life — not finding herself with a boyfriend, what harm would it do if she went on longer without one?

but she coincidentally found herself laughing a little too hard at his jokes and now here she is, lip locked in her garage with some guy she swore annoyed her.

“ew!”

“fuck off!” she says immediately, pulling away and whirling around with red cheeks. her hair is dishevelled, stray hairs on her face and cheeks getting redder by the second. “what are you, 12?”

max raises his eyebrows with an amused smile stretching his lips. he tilts his head to the side and ignores the driver in front of him. “who’s this? i’m max,” he holds his arm out, “i can fight.”

“max!” she shrieks, pushing max’s arm away before it can be grabbed cordially. “what is wrong with you? that’s not how you introduce yourself!”

but as she’s preoccupied with max, to her horror, she’s turned back around and the other 3 have already surrounded the poor boy with furrowed eyebrows and questions spilling on their lips.

who are you, where do you live, what’s your intentions with rocky, how long have you known her? and this is exactly why she hesitated even bringing him to the race to watch her.

“hey, what are you doing? stop doing that!” she cries, running back around to try and shoo off alex, george and lando who have well invaded her boyfriend’s personal space. before she can take 3 steps away, max grabs her shoulder and yanks her back toward him to hold her in place. “you guys are embarrassing me! you’re worse than my siblings!”

“oh, you’ve met her siblings!” alex cheers for a moment before wiping the smile from his face. “so? what are they gonna do to protect you? they’re so much younger.”

“hey! those are my sisters and brother you’re talking about!”

“ah, you get what i mean,” alex waves her off, snorting softly. he returns his attention to the boy with a small amused grin. “so? you plan on answering our questions, mate? we’ll be here all night if you don’t.”

the brunette grins. “i’m milo manheim, i’m an actor. i’m,” a blush creeps up his cheek as he bites back a smile and points over at the girl still in her race suit, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“girlfriend?” lando screams incredulously, throwing his head back in disbelief. he turns to the girl and points at milo. “you found yourself a boyfriend? did you use our advice?”

she stares at them, blinking with a toothy and fearful grin. “why… would i use your shit advice?”

“hey, what are you– oh, hey! you look–” oscar cuts himself off with a loud laugh before turning to his best friend, “oh, you little sneaky shit! no wonder you’ve been keeping your mouth shut the entire evening! it’s the guy you h–“

“guys!” she throws her arms in the air. “give me a break, please! at least let me sp–”

“how long have you guys been dating?”

“dating?” oscar asks loudly, blinking rapidly. all this is new to him. she’s always been pretty secretive and private about her dating life, so it’s not a shock that everything is only unveiling now for her.

“have you made her cry yet? every tear is one punch i get to throw without you running off to the media crying about it, kid,” max says firmly, shoving her aside so that he could take a step forward towards milo.

“max! he has not–”

the younger boy grins and puffs his chest proudly. “of course not! we’ve been going out for a couple of months, around 5 or 6?”

“wow!” george cheers, turning to her in amusement. “that’s long! you kept a secret that long?”

she shrugs. “lily knew.”

“lily knew?” oscar screams, arm darting out to punch her shoulder. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“because then you’d tell logan and lando, and then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore,” she explains, throwing her arms in the air with a knowing stare. “i don’t see the problem, really. mick knew too.”

“mick found out before me?” george shouts. “unfair!”

she shrugs again. “he saw us at the hotel lobby last night.”

“why are there so many people in my garage?” sebastian walks in, tapping his phone against his palm. “hi, milo.” he looks at the crowd of excess drivers in his garage and lifts his hands in the air to continue his interrogation. “anyone plan on answering me?”

“we’re having a meeting,” lando answers, not even sparing the older man a glance. he keeps his stare on milo. “so how did you meet?”

“we met at the eras tour in the private tent!” oscar cuts in with an amused stare. he blinks. “i gotta find logan and tell him.”

“tell me what?”

she throws her arms in the air. “did you guys agree to come to my garage after my podium just to piss me off or something?” she shouts, hands balled into fists and she stomps a foot into the ground. “what is everyone doing here? why are we having a gathering?”

“i was gonna congratulate you on the podium,” logan mutters. he trails off as he meets the familiar pair of brown eyes, the only person in their makeshift circle not in a race suit, and tilts his head. “what are you doing here? don’t i know you from somewhere?”

a silence falls in the garage, the chatter from outside the only thing that anyone can hear. max and alex share a look, then glances over at george who lifts his eyebrows with a shrug.

milo blinks. “i’m–“

“rocky’s boyfriend!” lando cheers, holding milo’s shoulder and pointing excitedly at the young boy next to him. “you didn’t know?”

“nobody knew,” she grins, explaining through gritted teeth. “except seb. cause he’s the one that let this happen.”

“rat!” max screams, whirling around to sebastian. “you said you knew nothing about who andretti’s guest is!”

“i was sworn to secrecy if not i might wake up bald tomorrow!” sebastian suddenly screams in defensive. “i don’t wanna be bald! don’t you think i haven’t thought of telling anyone?”

logan grins, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “i didn’t know you guys were talking.”

logan scratches his elbow as he turns to oscar, tilting his head and pointing between her and milo as if to ask if he’d known about it. in return, oscar shrugs.

“wait,” max shakes his head. “this is actually a thing? you guys are actually boyfriend and girlfriend? like it’s official?”

her and milo share a look. she turns to max and nods. “yeah?”

“you hesitated,” george points out. “why did you hesitate?”

heads turn to one of the men in papaya, a giggle bubbling from his stomach as he points between them. “i see what’s going on — you haven’t talked about it, have you?”

“what?” she sputters, rolling her eyes. “that is absolutely none of your business.”

oscar giggles. “but we’re right, aren’t we?”

george throws his hands in the air. “guys, leave them alone. this is seriously none of our business.”

“but i wanna know!” max whines, stomping towards milo. “how did you guys meet?”

“eras tour,” milo grins widely. “then she went home and stalked me — liked my picture from like 2021.”

“no, i didn’t!” she shrieks, hands coming up to shield her flushed cheeks away from everyone in the room. she runs over to milo and starts to push him towards the doors that lead to the paddocks. “don’t tell people i did that!”

“oh, that’s so embarrassing!” oscar tugs at his hair then hunches over as he no longer can contain his laughter. “rocky, no!”

she scratches her head and darts back towards oscar. “oscar!”

“she didn’t like me very much at first,” milo points out, grinning at her.

“oh, we know,” logan grins, folding his arms over his chest. he glances at the girl cowered next to sebastian, forehead resting on her race engineer’s arm with her hands still cupped over her cheeks then looks at everybody else. “she told us how annoying you were for like 20 minutes after the concert.”

she sighs and just drops herself into squat. “yeah, whatever.”

“mate!” liam grins, pushing the door open of their hospitality home. “i’m liam! it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

he says that as if he hadn’t just found out of his existence literally 2 hours ago.

“aw, absolutely, man,” milo grins, taking the hand that offered to him. “she talks about you all the time.”

“yeah, how fucking irritating he is,” she scoffs, throwing her head back. she steps forward and breaks their hands apart from one another, quickly wrapping her hand around milo’s arm. “let’s go for drinks!”

“really? drinking in vegas?” liam snorts, raising his eyebrow at her. “shouldn’t you have learned your lesson by now?”

“what lesson?” mick hums, appearing behind them. “drinks, right? celebrate rocky’s podium or something?”

“your lesson? what did you do in vegas that’s naughty?” milo teases, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at her. “you did something stupid, didn’t you?”

she blinks. “yeah, i almost got married in vegas this time last year.”

“married?” milo repeats with a laugh. “to whom? and what do you mean almost? it didn’t happen?”

mick sighs. “we were bested by sebastian — a lesson about drinking too much or something like that. we still engage in black out drinking though.”

the girl cheers with a soft laugh, holding a hand up and immediately receives a high-5 from the older driver.

milo laughs, wrapping an arm around her. “that’s actually kinda funny.” he looks at mick, already well acquainted from their impromptu supper in their hotel room the night before. “she is my girlfriend now though, so…”

liam scowls, looking between the 3 of them. “you guys just made it super weird.”

— bonus

“you seriously didn’t know?” oscar blinks, starting to walk away from the williams racing home alongside his friend and girlfriend, towards the exit of the paddocks to meet their friends. “you guys have been acting so weird lately.”

logan shrugs. “i bet ylona knew. they’ve been hanging out a lot lately.”

lily grins, peeking from oscar’s side to look at logan. “she does. rocky told us she was seeing somebody after they first kissed that one time in new york 2 months ago.”

“2 months ago,” logan puffs his cheeks out and shakes his head, “wow. good for her, honestly.”

“yeah,” oscar hums, “you’d think that she’d actually end up that crazy cat lady if she never finds a decent man.”

lily laughs, squeezing oscar’s arm. “we’ve hung out with him a cou–“

“you what?” oscar scowls, taking a step away from her. “what’s with all the secrecy? are you even my girlfriend anymore?”

“you say ‘we’,” logan huffs. “you’re telling me you guys reeled ylona in without either of us knowing?” lily nods. “assholes!”

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 10 months ago

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The farmer is a pretty heavy sleeper if even a meteor landing on their farm won't get them up before 6am but what about their spouse? How would they all (sve included if you'd like) react to not only a whole space rock hitting the farm but the farmer reacting with nothin more than a sleepy "oh was probably just a meteor... I'll check that in the mornin."

I had a lot of fun with this scenario, really liked the idea itself. Thank you so much for the ask, and enjoy! 💕

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SDV/SVE bachelors:

Sam said quietly, "Oh, okay," and laid his head back on the pillow, falling asleep again. When morning came, the young guitarist would consider his vague recollection of this conversation a dream. What will be his surprise when he sees an actual meteorite lying not far from their house. "Babe, that could have ended badly..." "No worries, Sammy, but if you want, we'll check it out next time." ...Next time?????

"Did you hear that?!" "Relax, dear, it's just a meteorite..." "Ah, alright... It's a WHAT?!" And the slogan of this Harvey's headcanon: "A meteorite is the best alarm clock! You'll wake up right away!" Although in Farmer's case - they woke up to a fuss made by their worried husband. But you can understand the Pelican Town doctor, too - a bloody piece of cosmic rock fell right into your yard, it's hard to stay calm.

Elliott literally fell out of bed from such a loud sound outside the window, and Farmer continued to snore quietly??? The writer was so confused, he didn't know if he should wake up Farmer or not. "Mmmm... Did'a meteorit fal' again... I'll deal with it tmorrw... 💤" Farmer mumbled, leaving Elliott even more confused. Meteorite? Wha- again? They mean... it's happened before and it's going to happen again?! What is happening?!

"Hon, what the fuck." At first Shane's reaction to Farmer's words wasn't too violent, because he's still sleepy. But after a couple of seconds the meaning of the words reached him, the gyrus in his brain started working and he shrieked: "The coop! Charlie!" The realisation that the animals might have been hit by the meteorite instantly brought Farmer to their feet.

No matter how hard Alex tried - his spouse slept like a dead man, muttering that they would check the source of the noise tomorrow. What do they mean, tomorrow?! They need to check it now! Alex can't just leave it alone, so he goes to check it out, with or without Farmer. Whoa, a real meteorite... Erm, shouldn't they tell Lewis or someone about this?

Meteorite or not, Sebastian remained surprisingly calm. He gave up trying to wake Farmer and went to the window to see what was out there. They were right - it was in fact a meteorite, a real one. And there's light coming from it. So cool. "Sure you don't want to come with me, dear?" Farmer mumbled something incomprehensible in response, and the emo decided to go alone, to look at the cool sky rock. Because why not.

Lance sensed something was wrong before the meteorite touched the ground. Fortunately, the far-sighted gallant adventurer had put up a magical barrier that prevented the space rock from crashing into his and Farmer's house or barns. The meteorite had fallen, all was well. "I take it this phenomenon is not new to you?" He smiled as his spouse mumbled "tomorrow..." in their sleep. Well then, they both can look at the meteorite later.

"Razor!" Magnus jumped up sharply from the bed, casting the spell on automatic. The trajectory of the falling meteorite was reversed, and the celestial stone plummeted into the water, no longer posing a danger to the forest. "Farmer, meteorite." "Mhmm, five more minutes.... I'll look at the meteorite tomorrow...." Magnus wondered how his dearest spouse could even survive as an adventurer with no sense of self-preservation. It's a damn meteorite!

A whole palette of emotions was bubbling up inside Victor, awake from the noise. What was that! A meteorite? A real one! It's probably incredibly hot right now, he shouldn't go near it.... But it's a meteorite! It's so scary, and so interesting! Farmer, don't hide your head under the pillow, but get a flashlight. Victor's taking them out to see the space rock! Well, and make sure everything's okay and no animals are hurt, too.

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

A meteorite?! A real rock of cosmic origin fell right on the farm? Maru immediately jumps out of bed and wakes up Farmer. It's unclear, however, whether this reaction of hers is simple worry about putting out the fire from the meteorite fall or that the young inventor is thrilled that she and her spouse will see the meteorite up close! Probably both. Either way, Farmer won't sleep well tonight...

"What makes you think it's a meteorite? Maybe it's aliens? Oh, that's so cool! Get up quick or we'll miss the whole thing! And grab a sword, just in case." The force with which Abigail was prancing poor Farmer made them realise at once that their wife was not going to let them finish their beauty sleep. Unlikely aliens in there, but they'd have to check anyway. Ugh...

Poor Penny is in complete shock at how calmly Farmer has reacted to everything. Don't they care what happens to the farm? What if what fell down caused a fire and everything could burn? There's a forest nearby, it would be a huge fire! Penny tearfully begged her sleepy spouse to check it out before it's too late. Farmer had to get up (they hate to see their lovely wife crying).

"Did you hear that, Farmer?" "Yep, meteorite hit again, I'll look tomorrow..." Leah can already see the fire that has travelled from the glowing space rock to the dry summer grass. Oh no, there's going to be a fire now... She wakes Farmer up with one mighty shove and shouts an emergency. And as much as Farmer grumbled over their interrupted sleep - the artist was right. A forest fire is a very dangerous.☝️

The sound of a meteorite falling may not have been able to wake Farmer, but the shriek of terror of their wife Haley sure knocked them out of dreamland. "Shh, Haley, it's only a meteorite..." JUST A METEORITE?! Is Farmer laughing at her? Oh no, they can't go back to the dream realm now - Haley wakes them up again and tells them to look at that fallen meteorite before something else happens. Haley's half asleep herself, but she's scared, so she'll insist on checking it out now.

Before going to bed, Emily read a daily horoscope in a magazine that she would soon "be given a big sign, so make your decision at once." Nowhere, however, did it say that this "sign" was a huge rock from the sky. But at least she made the decision right away, (and the right one) - getting Farmer out if bed, despite their protests, to make sure the falling meteorite didn't destroy anything. No "tomorrow", it had to be now. She hopes no animals were! Her heart couldn't take it...

Claire jumped up in bed, as if scalded by boiling water, at the rattling of window glass and the vibrations throughout the house. Something had fallen on the farm - and that 'something' is very big. She woke and woke her spouse to no avail, who only responded to the terrifying sound with a louder snore. How did they even manage not to wake up from such a noise? And how could they mumbling so calmly about the meteorite?!

Poor Sophia, frightened by a scary sound outside , immediately pressed herself against Farmer, trying to hide. Farmer kissed her gently and told her that it was just a meteorite, that everything was fine and they would protect her. After saying "it's okay" and "I will protect you" the panic inside Sophia was extinguished and she fell asleep again in the arms of her spouse. The meteorite in the morning would definitely be a shock to her (she thought she had dreamed the whole thing).

After that horrible sound, Olivia not only wakes Farmer up, but also gets almost half the town up, making one call to Lewis and claiming that something terrible has happened on her and Farmer's property. Farmer sleepily tried to convince Olivia that a fallen meteorite was no big deal, but she wasn't convinced. How is that - a huge, dangerous rock from outer space - and not dangerous!

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iamfartoolonelyformyowngood · 6 months ago

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Marble Hornets Boys X Reader Christmas Headcanons

Merry Christmas! I love you all and thank you for the support. Feel free to request things in my asks btw!

📹~Alex Kralie~📹

-Alex gives extravagant gifts and tries his best to shower everyone he loves with presents.

-Art supplies, books, DVDs, albums, materials for any hobbies, video games. You name it he buys it for you.

-If you buy him anything he beams and gets extra affectionate. Secretly he dreams of you buying him a camera.

-"Oh! Thanks! I've been needing this for a few months. You're a star."

📷~Jay Merrick~📷

-Jay gives a few he feels you'd like. A book you mentioned, a special edition DVD of a movie you like. Things like that. Oh and incense, his go to gift for everyone.

-And a gemstone advent calendar his mother insisted on buying for you.

-Jay's attached to your hip all day and will cry if he gets a present. He will savour it for years.

-"You're my favourite present."

~🌻Brian Thomas🌻~

-Brian would buy some art supplies you mentioned liking and some food, his issue is that he always buys you things when you ask for them immediately so Christmas shopping is hard.

-You get random gifts from his brothers, one gives a sharktooth necklace, one a seashell, his 6 year old brother drew you in a drawing of his family (as a very flattering smiling stick figure besides a taller stick figure that represented brian.)

-His parents ask if you need a laptop or phone or anything too.

-Tim will give you some perfume or cologne or something, he wants to support your relationship but isn't the best with gifts.

-Brian's attached to your hip like Jay the whole day too.

-He's flattered and even gets a little flustered if he gets a gift. Maybe a silent tear or two.

-"Y-you really didn't have to do a thing for me!....but thanks."

~🚬Tim Wright🚬~

-Tim can't give many gifts due to lack of money.

-He gives you a few poorly done wood carvings he did at home and he buys you anything he can within his means.

-If he gets any gift he'll cry and hold you and tell you how much he appreciates you. He can count on one hand the number of gifts he got growing up, hell even a lot of his clothes were ones the hospital gave him, he stole or he found lying around the trailer. A gift from you is a gift from God.

-He may or may not drag you to visit Brian too.

-"I love you so much baby, you know that right? I'm the luckiest man alive to know I'm yours. I'll put in extra shifts at work if you need anything, okay?"

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padfootagain · 5 months ago

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Love in Verses (XLV)

Chapter 45 : ‘Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Let’s find out what is gonna happen between the best friends!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3230

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

Alone

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Maya Angelou

Andrew watched the name of his best friend shine across the screen of his phone.

What was he supposed to do?

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Siobhán’s voice came muffled through the phone.

“Erm…”

“WHAT?!”

“Nothing, it’s alright,” you lied, before mouthing to Andrew to take the call.

And so he did. He picked up the phone, moved to the bathroom and closed the door behind him so he wouldn’t hear your conversation and you wouldn’t hear his.

“Hey, mate…” he answered the phone, trying to sound casual, but he was quickly interrupted by a very not-casual Alex.

“Andy, I’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked up big time.”

Andrew winced.

Christ, if your best friend and his best friend were heading towards some hurtful drama, you and Andrew were in for an awful lot of trouble…

“What did you do?”

“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I know it was a bad idea. I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I just…”

He heaved a frustrated sigh. Andrew could hear in the slight breathiness of his voice that Alex was pacing.

“I know that she’s Y/N’s best friend, and thus off-limits. But I just… Look, I didn’t… Christ… Weeping fucking Jesus Christ…”

“What happened?”

“I slept with Siobhán.”

Andrew tried to fake surprise, but Alex was his best friend…

“Wait?! How can you know that!”

“I didn’t! You’ve just told me!”

“Yeah, and you’re clearly faking it, so how did you know? Did Y/N tell you about this?! Wait… that means Siobhán told Y/N…”

Andrew heaved a defeated sigh, rubbed at his tired eyes. He had not slept enough for this…

“Siobhán told Y/N last night when they were having a night out… I overheard.”

“Fuck… What did she say?”

“Mate… come on… she confided to Y/N, I shouldn’t even know about this…”

“She called me last night.”

“Okay… And that’s not good, because…?”

Silence.

“Alex?”

Silence still.

Oh God… Alex was going to tell him that it was just a one-night stand, and Andrew and you would be caught in the middle…

“I like her.”

Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow.

“Well… that’s grand!”

“NO! NO, IT’S NOT FUCKING GRAND, ANDY! I FUCKING LIKE HER!”

“What did she say in her call?”

“Wait… like… you have to understand how this whole thing happened, okay? Because… we spent the past few months talking… on the phone I mean. Like… a lot. And every time I was up north, I’d drop by and have a drink with her, cause she’s good craic, you know? A couple of weeks ago, I had a gig in Belfast. And so, obviously, I invited her. And then, one thing led to another, and we… spent the night together.”

“Okay… sounds normal to me, for now…”

“Yeah, but when I woke up she had run off.”

“Ouch…”

“Yeah… like… one-night stand kind of thing. She had just… vanished. She didn’t call me again after that, I tried calling her a few, but she wouldn’t pick up… just… we slept together and then it was radio silence.”

“I will refrain from joking about that.”

He could picture Alex rolling his eyes.

“Sex was amazing, don’t even start,” Alex replied, but there was a chuckle in his voice.

“I see… she bailed out on you.”

“Yeah…”

“And last night?”

“Well… I woke up this morning to five missed calls and three long voicemails telling me that she had freaked out, that she liked me… a lot, that she was sorry, that she… more than liked me…”

“And that’s bad, because…?”

“She was clearly drunk. Do you think she simply wanted to get laid?”

“Aren’t you in Cork or something?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that.”

Andrew remembered Siobhán’s confession the previous night, and the panic in her voice this morning. It was obvious she genuinely liked Alex, but had freaked out for some reason…

“Look… I… I like her, okay? Like… I really do. A lot…” Alex admitted, his voice shaking. “I don’t want some weird… friends with benefits situation, or for her just to call me cause she has a craving, like…”

“I don’t think that’s what it was, Alex. I really don’t.”

“You think?”

“Yeah…”

He heaved a sigh. He couldn’t tell Alex what Siobhán had told you last night, she trusted you with it. But he couldn’t let his friend being misled by fear either.

“Look, I don’t know everything about what happened on her side, and I can’t tell you what I’ve overheard, because it would be betraying Y/N’s and Siobhán’s trust… but, trust me, she was not calling just for sex. I think she genuinely freaked out that night.”

“Why? Like… it was amazing, Andy. Not just sex… although the sex was mind-blowing… but the evening was grand. Everything was fine. We weren’t drunk, we weren’t high, she knew what she was doing, like… why would she suddenly freak out?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know, but I think you should give her a chance to explain herself.”

“You’re a sap. Perhaps it was just sex…”

“Trust me on this. Alex… don’t bail out just yet. Give her a second chance. You’d regret not to, and you know it.”

Alex groaned, but agreed anyway.

“I’m not going to be tender on her, though. She left me… like… that shit… hurt a lot…”

“I know, mate. I know. But give her a chance to make things right. If she doesn’t, then you’ll know where to stand. Something tells me you want to give her a chance, right?”

Alex heaved a sigh.

“I really like her a lot…”

“Then don’t give up so easily. Everybody makes mistakes.”

“Since when are you so damn wise, huh?”

“I’m a professor.”

“Y/N has had a good influence on you, you mean?”

“Obviously!”

They laughed, but Andrew was gentle again when he spoke once more.

“Are you gonna be alright?” he asked his friend, concern genuine and evident in his voice.

“Yeah… yeah… Thanks, mate.”

“Anytime.”

“I guess… there’s no way you can keep me updated on what happens with Siobhán…”

“I’m not a double-agent! And I won’t take the risk to piss off Y/N. Are you insane?”

“I’ve seen her angry once and I understand why you won’t take that risk, even for me.”

Andrew laughed.

“Yeah… terrifying. And super hot.”

“I don’t want to know anything else about that, bye, Andy!”

Andrew merely laughed while Alex was hanging up. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then walked out of the bathroom again.

You looked up at him, still on the phone with your friend.

“You can tell Siobhán to stop panicking. And if Alex calls, she better pick up the phone and have a proper conversation with him. He’s not mad. He’ll give her a second chance. I don’t think she’ll have a third though.”

You nodded.

“Did you hear that?” you asked through the phone.

“Yeah… thanks, Andy!”

“Don’t mention it.”

A high-pitched cry came from your phone.

“Oh my God! He’s calling me!”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

“No! Wait! What do I tell him?!”

“The truth, Siobhán. Tell him the truth.”

Before your friend could answer, you were ending the call.

Andrew kept on staring at you for a moment, while your gaze lingered on your phone. You hadn’t moved from the bed, the covers gathered over your laps and his t-shirt covering your chest, your hair messed by sleep. You rubbed at your eyes, heaved a sigh. When you looked up at him, you held out your hand, and he knew what that gesture meant.

Come here to me.

And so he came closer, he always did, chose to do so every time.

“Had you seen this one coming?” he asked, half-amused, half-worried.

“Not really… I mean… I knew she kind of liked him. I thought she was joking around more than anything else, though. And I thought that if anything was to happen between them, it wouldn’t be anything serious.”

“I didn’t think they were into each other. I thought they were just friendly. Alex didn’t tell me about it.”

“Siobhán only told me last night too.”

You held out your hand again, and he took it in his, interlocking his fingers with yours. But then you gently pulled him closer. And so, he climbed back into the bed, sat against the headboard and opened his arms for you to nestle in his warm embrace.

“Why do you think she reacted like that, though? Alex was upset.”

“Was he?”

“Hmmm… I mean, it’s Alex. He’s not like… the kind of guy to talk about his feelings a lot. But I know him. He was upset. He really likes her a lot.”

You took a moment to answer, and he didn’t rush you. He knew you so well, like the back of his hand, sometimes he caught himself thinking he knew you better than anyone on this earth, and sometimes he even thought he was right about that. You would answer, you simply needed time to gather your thoughts. Your touch was soft on his stomach, your fingers tracing mindless patterns over his skin after you slipped your hand under his t-shirt. Nothing sexual, you simply longed for the closeness that came with skin-upon-skin, and he knew what that felt like. The want… the need to reach out for someone he loved. Longing for the comfort that came with the simple, chaste touch. His heart sped up at the thought that you loved him like that, too.

“She just… I didn’t know her yet, when it happened, but she told me she had been in a serious relationship when she was very young. It got messy. I don’t know the details, but she told me he was very controlling. She was 18, and when she got out of all that mess, she wanted to just… enjoy herself. Discover herself. I think she values her freedom more than anything else now, and she’s scared that trusting another man again to the point of entering a real relationship will take that freedom from her.”

“Alex isn’t controlling at all… he’s a good man.”

“I know. And I think that if she’s falling for him, it’s because she knows that, too. But still… I reckon that’s why she’s freaking out.”

“I hope they can figure it out. Because they genuinely seem to like each other, but also because, if things turn ugly between them, it’s going to be difficult for us.”

“Yeah… I hope they’ll figure it out too.”

Andrew checked the time on the screen of your phone, you had discarded it on the bed. He heaved a sigh.

“We should get up and get ready for lunch.”

But you didn’t move an inch.

“Five more minutes.”

“We’ll be late.”

“You’re always late everywhere, might as well use that as an excuse.”

He laughed at that, bright and loud.

“I thought you’d have a good influence on me, try to make me be on time to things.”

“Absolutely not. Not when I can cuddle you instead. That is so much better than getting ready for lunch.”

Andrew smiled, tightened his hold on you.

Yeah… he couldn’t argue with that.

Your visit at Queen’s University was full of nostalgia. You pointed at things to show them to Andrew as you walked by together, hand in hand. You showed him your former office, introduced him to your colleagues. You would have been lying, had you pretended that you weren’t showing him off a little. But then again, you reckoned that you could…

Your former boss was still the same. Cillian was sweet and funny, and looked at you like a proud father. After all, you were young enough to be his daughter, indeed.

He seemed to like Andrew the second they shook hands, and he spent the next fifteen minutes asking your boyfriend about his research and his classes. He seemed impressed, you were so proud…

You headed to your old cafeteria for lunch, the one where you had spent years eating mediocre food while laughing with your colleagues, caught in your little academic bubble, oscillating between fear, depression, burn-out, female rage and love for your job. You hadn’t moved to Dublin too long ago, but still, it felt like a lifetime ago that you were working here. Your life was so different then. You looked over at Andrew, sitting next to you, doing chit-chat with some of your former colleagues, and you smiled at the thought that your life was so much better now…

By your side, Siobhán finally managed to catch your attention long enough to whisper an update on her love life.

“Alex and I talked this morning. A lot.”

“And?”

She heaved a sigh.

“I did what you told me. I told him the truth. That I was freaking out, that I was afraid to enter an exclusive relationship again. I… I told him about my ex.”

“And? What did he say?”

She smiled, something tender and sweet, a look you hadn’t seen in a long time on her.

“He said that he understood, that we could go slow, but… that he had feelings for me. That he… really liked me. And that he… he didn’t want to sign up for anything that wouldn’t be exclusive.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah… so… I said I could try, give it a go… But that I needed him to be patient with me. He seemed to understand.”

“I hope it’s going to work for you two! You would go well together.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I know so.”

“And since when are you an expert in romance, huh? Just because you can quote any scene from Pride and Prejudice doesn’t mean you know shit about matters of the heart.”

But you gave her a cheeky grin

“Since I’ve found this tall lad I love very much,” you answered, leaning against Andrew.

He didn’t know that you were talking about him, he was busy with his own conversation. Still, he didn’t think as he shifted closer, moved his arm to wrap it around you, to rest his hand on your waist, to draw mindless patterns over your jumper.

“You two are disgusting,” Siobhán winced, but you knew she didn’t mean it.

You lingered in the cafeteria over a coffee that was growing cold. Some of your former colleagues went back to work, including Siobhán, but you kept on talking with Cillian, he didn’t seem ready to part just yet, wanted to make sure you were doing well down there, in Dublin. Meanwhile, Andrew was talking with a PhD student you didn’t know, but who had tagged along with the rest of the team at your table for lunch, and you didn’t mind that she was there, of course, you wouldn’t have wanted for her to be left alone simply because you were visiting and didn’t know her.

That was before she started seriously hitting on Andrew though…

He didn’t seem to notice, his answers were neutral and shy, the ones you knew he would use with any new person he would meet. Voice quiet, shoulders a little bent, trying not to seem too intimidating, his shyness coming through. Still, he was charming, kind, and looked like sin…

You noticed the way she stared as he ran his fingers through his glorious curls, and you hated it.

You hated too that you felt jealous. You trusted Andrew, and you couldn’t imagine him doing something as disrespectful as flirting with another woman while he literally had an arm wrapped around you. Still, your blood was boiling. More than anything else, it was boiling because you were frustrated with your own thoughts, with your own stupid doubts about yourself and your own worth. But she was smart, and so pretty, and was so confident, the kind of confidence and charisma you lacked in your daily life…

You hated yourself for thinking that Andrew could prefer someone like her over you…

When Cillian wanted a refill of coffee, before ‘finally letting you go’, you couldn’t say no. So, you stood up with him, went to the coffee machine and chatted with just him for a while, forgetting to fill up your mugs, but none of you were fooled. When it was time to leave, he was genuinely sad, but you promised him to come visit again sooner. Besides, you would see each other again in conferences and seminars, you were doomed to bump into each other regularly, as academics working in similar fields. You were still melancholic when you bid him goodbye.

When you walked back to the table, on the other side of the room, Andrew was standing up, his cheeks flushed and brow furrowed. He visibly relaxed when he saw you walking closer.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked in a neutral tone, but you heard it still that he was angry.

Why was he angry?

“Yeah! Let’s go! I need to show you the library before we leave the campus.”

“Sure, lead the way, hun.”

You waved to the rest of your colleagues, before walking away. Andrew remained quiet until you were out of the building.

“What’s wrong?” you probed, and he threw you a cautious look.

“Cassie… the PhD student…”

“Hmm?”

“She was hitting on me.”

His cheeks turned crimson, you weren’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or outrage.

“The audacity of that woman! My partner is right there, I’m here because I’m accompanying you… and she hits on me?! Unbelievable…”

You tried to bite back your answer, but couldn’t.

“Well… it must be flattering, she was beautiful…”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m taken. And she knew it. It was very disrespectful. That’s why I wanted to leave… I hope I didn’t rush you.”

“No… no, you didn’t, don’t worry.”

“Christ, I can’t believe it… I still can’t believe it.”

He seemed to read into your silence, into the way you walked just a little bit further away from him than usual, into the way your steps were not quite in sync with his.

He reached for your hand, made you stop and turn to him. Outside, students hurried to their next classes or towards the library you were heading for yourselves. You didn’t notice any of them as they passed by. But then again, how could you, when Andrew’s hazel eyes stared into your soul this way?

“Y/N. I would never do that to you. You know that, right? I… I’m not that kind of man, but after what happened with our exes, I would never…”

“I know. I trust you.”

And you did. You reckoned that you trusted him more than you trusted yourself, because if you doubted your own worth, the love in his gaze as he smiled down at you showed you that he never doubted.

He reached up to cup your cheek.

“I know it wasn’t a comfortable situation, but I love you. You’re the one I want.”

“I know. And I want you too.”

He looked away, mumbled the rest of his confession, before he started walking faster than before.

“I don’t think there is another person on this earth I could want more than I want you, baby.”

You grinned, hurried to follow him. You reached for his hand, held it tight in yours.

Maybe, he did love you as much as you loved him…

#andrew hozier byrne #hozier #the hoziest #hozier x reader #hozier x you #hozier x y/n #hozier x fem!reader #hozier fanfiction #hozier fanfic #hozier series #hozier au #hozier professor au #professor au #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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vero-lynn · 4 months ago

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There's something always bugging me about Brian calling Tim a liar. We don't really see Tim lie on screen, and he probably didn't lie to jay about anything, not anything that would paint him as a liar with the medical documents.

I feel like Masky has been lying to Brian about things, and he's not calling Tim a liar for the things he told JAY, but calling him a liar for the things he said to HIM.

I think Brian didn't believe Tim not remembering him. Surely his best friend wouldn't just forget him and all the things they did together, the very things HE DRAGGED him into. Surely he's just avoiding him and pretending they didn't happen. He kept on insisting for him to come back because I think he felt like Tim HAD TO remember. HAD to know who he is, and it didn't occur to him that maybe, he really didn't remember him. That it's not all just an act.

The way Brian had to feel so confused why his best friend suddenly hates him so much and looks at him with nothing but anger and hatred makes me so upset. His inability to communicate makes this even worse.

But what did masky lie about? I think it was about who the source is and that they have to kill the source to get rid of it - because that's what Masky and Hoody were trying to do all this time. Brian was told ALEX is the problem and that they have to get rid of him. He was told to record him and stalk him.

He was told to put on a mask and play in a game he never wanted to be a part of, and later on left completely alone and confused.

The thing that makes this EVEN worse is the fact that Tim tells JAY the truth. YES - I understand the situation was different because of what was happening, but even then Brian seeing that JAY gets to be told all of this even if he's someone who's not even close to Tim HAD to hurt.

At the end of the day, Brian had been lied to a lot by both Tim and Masky, and it sure makes me want to rip my hair out.

#marble hornets #slenderverse #creepypasta #brian thomas #tim wright #jay merrick #mh jay #mh tim #mh hoody #mh masky #mh brian

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man-i-love-fanfiction · 7 months ago

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To Share the Space with Simple Living Things-Hozier x Fem!Florist!Reader

Chapter Two: Daffodils - New Beginnings

Summary: Andrew comes back to pay you, but not before spending some much-needed time at his day job.

Word count: 2439

Author's note: thank you all so much for the positivity the first chapter!!! i cannot wait to keep working on this fic, you guys make it all worth it. i'm really fond of this chapter so hopefully you all enjoy :)

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fic below the cut <3

Andrew did not take two days to come back. He took one day.

He chalked it up to him feeling guilty. What you did for him was a very unnecessary act of kindness. What was he supposed to do? Take his time? Absolutely not.

Admittedly, a small part of it was also that he wanted to see your face again. Not that it mattered, but he wondered what the smile on your face would look like when he told you his mother loved the flowers, and that she immediately put them in her nicest vase and in direct sunlight, wanting to maintain them for as long as possible. He wanted to know more about flower language, something he had done a Google search for when he arrived at home, but he had faith you knew much more than what the internet could tell him. And most importantly, it seemed very one-sided that you had his number and he didn't have yours.

Again, not that it mattered.

It was also an issue of convenience. Andrew tried to plan out his day on the commute to work, and luckily you fit right into his schedule. Your shop was only a few minutes away from where he worked. He could walk over to you during his lunch break, pay you back, and still grab a bite to eat. If he was willing to skip lunch, he could even try to talk to you for a little bit.

Anyway, he was getting sidetracked. He had a lot to do today; he should have much more important things on his mind. This is what he thought about as he pulled into the parking lot. He only had three clients, but he could already tell one of them would be a tall order. Thankfully, that was his first appointment, so he could get that over with. Then, hopefully, he’d repay you, maybe chat, and get back to work.

Right. Work. Love wouldn’t exactly describe his feelings towards his job. Appreciation, definitely. He was grateful that he wasn’t stuck behind an office desk and had a job that could actually let him express his creativity. However, the amount of effort and concentration he had to put into his job on a daily basis was something he dreaded and others (especially his customers) overlooked. He couldn’t truly complain. It was worth it for the end result, and for the happiness on the customer’s face.

Enjoyment probably described his feelings best. Andrew enjoyed being a tattoo artist. A fitting thought to have right as he entered the shop.

He greeted his coworkers with a wave and a polite smile, as always (though seeing his best friend Alex at their shared workplace constituted a high-five instead). Attempting to start working as soon as he could, he scrolled through the photos on his phone and pulled up the sketch of what he'd be inking today: two deer lying down side by side, decomposing. Sure, drawing a decaying animal on someone else’s body wasn’t how most people would choose to start their day. It was an unorthodox choice, but he understood the appeal. It was poetic, in a gruesome way, the concept of never being able to be pulled away from the one you love, not even in death. Decomposing, but still being joyous because at least your partner was still by your side. A lyric without a melody came to him.

After the insects have made their claim, I’d be home with you.

Andrew let out a deep sigh. This would happen to him sometimes; the simple act of anything from sketching a design to reading his favorite book caused couplets to sprout in his head. It gave him this guilt, like he was cheating on his career and songwriting was the other woman, but people are allowed to be multifaceted. Besides, his ability to write songs never did evolve into something substantial. If anything, it was a hobby. Just another creative outlet — and Andrew was always itching to create.

His customer walked in a few minutes afterwards, and he got ready to get to work. He had met her before: a thin, freckled young woman with a wide smile and one small tattoo on her shoulder. They exchanged pleasantries, confirmed that she approved of the design, and made small talk as he printed the stencil. He cleansed his workspace and let his client get as comfortable as possible before he began.

He took his time inking the design, meticulously needling each detail he'd crafted. The shading, the fungi surrounding the deer, the exposed, rotting ribcage. What he was most proud of was the subtle looks on the animals’ faces, purposefully made to be filled with both solemnness of their passing, but overall content. Calmness, even. The lyric he had created before played over and over in his head, despite his multiple attempts to push it away.

By the time he’d finished up, his hand was cramping so hard he was concerned it might fall off, a pain familiar to him but one that he never fully got accustomed to. All that aching for something he wasn't even done with; he’d need to have another session to fully finish the job.

Gloves were removed, payments were accepted, and follow-up sessions were scheduled. He took a photo of his work in progress, with the consent of his client. Other artists did this often, but Andrew wasn't one for so much commemoration of his art. He felt too much of an attachment to this specific work, however, and felt he'd be letting himself down if he didn't get to at least have it in his phone. He waved the client (and his artwork) goodbye. Alex walked by, drinking a coffee that had undoubtedly gone cold. He raised an eyebrow, wordlessly asking Andrew what he was doing.

“I’m going on a walk. I have to go back to the florist.”

“Weren't you literally there yesterday for your mum?”

“It's to pay them back. I… technically never paid for the bouquet,” Andrew explained as he shrugged on his jacket.

“Oh, so you stole those flowers? Have fun doing tattoos in prison!”

“I didn't steal them, the woman working there said I could take them as long as I paid her back in two days.” He stuck his hands in his pockets to make sure he had his wallet this time. A perplexed look came across Alex’s face.

“What kind of shady florist are you going to?”

“She's the furthest thing from shady. It was very bright in there, actually. And welcoming.”

“I’m sure it was. Very welcoming, indeed,” Alex commented before taking a sip from his cup.

“What are you insinuating here?”

“That you already fancy this florist woman.”

“You do know it's possible for me to have a platonic conversation with the opposite gender, right?”

“You're too much of a hopeless romantic for me to believe that's what's going on here.”

As usual, Andrew’s best friend could see right through him. He ignored Alex’s theories, becoming more annoyed than impressed.

“And with that, I’m going.”

“Bye. Have fun with your yearning,” Alex joked with a wave.

He said goodbye and stepped outside. To his surprise, he was greeted by a light drizzle, which he didn't mind. It freshened him up, something he didn't know he needed until the cool droplets hit his face. He only hoped it wouldn't worsen, as with his light jacket he would be dreadfully unprepared.

It had been a relatively slow day. Unlike yesterday, no one else forgot their wallet and needed a favor. No one else actually bothered with what you had to say about the messages of the bouquets. And unlike yesterday, no customers caught your eye. For most of your day, you were zoned out, lost in your own world when you didn't have a customer. When you were more aware of your surroundings, you found yourself always checking the doorway, subconsciously waiting for a certain someone’s arrival. Still, you were living most of your day in a daze. You didn't even notice it was pouring outside until Andrew walked in, absolutely drenched. It took you a moment to fully absorb his frazzled state; not only was he soaked, he was out of breath.

“Hello. I didn't expect you to be back so soon,” you admitted. In fact, part of you didn't expect him to return at all.

“I like,” he said, panting after every other word, “to keep my promises.”

“Are you… Did you run here?”

“I started off walking, but then it began to downpour so I tried to hurry up. Weather is a fickle thing, huh?”

“I could lend you my umbrella, if you want. For the walk back.”

“You’ve done enough for me already. I couldn't take your protection from the rain as well. I’ll just constantly try to stay under awnings.”

You chuckled at his comment. He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure before walking towards you.

“You’ll be happy to know my mum adores the bouquet. She liked the look of it first, but then after I explained your flower language, her face lit up. She put it in a vase and it's now on display on her windowsill.”

“That's great to hear,” you responded as a grin spread across your face. It always brightened your day to hear positive feedback from the people who actually received the arrangements you worked so hard on. It also satisfied you that Andrew was beaming the entire time, fueled by the joy you inspired in his mother.

“She's now expecting flowers for almost every occasion, so I hope you're open on holidays.”

“Oh, we're open year-round. Except for Valentine’s Day, when we close out of fear that boyfriends that need to seem romantic will form a stampede and storm through the place,” you joked.

“Good to know that you value the safety of your employees,” he said, continuing the discussion with a similar sarcastic tone.

“Employees? God no, it's for the safety of the flowers. I can always hire someone else year-round. I only get my lily-of-the-valley shipments the last week of January. Those things are expensive. I can't have a last-minute hoard of men trying to seem thoughtful destroying them.”

“I’ve got a cousin that's a chocolatier and she has a very similar policy.”

“What can I say? I take very serious precautions to protect my art.”

You couldn't keep a serious face for too long; after a pause, you cracked a smile and a small giggle escaped you. Andrew took this as an opportunity to change the subject, because as much as he could've stood there talking to you for the rest of the day, you both had jobs to get back to.

“I’ll stop talking your ear off. I came here for an actual reason. Let me pay you back,” he said.He took out his wallet and counted out a few dollars before placing them on the counter.

“Here. That's what I owe you.” He pulled out another banknote and held it out towards you. “And here's an extra fifty. To thank you for your kindness.”

Your eyebrows raised at his gesture, which you instantly declined, giving this extra money back to him.

“Goodness, um… thank you, but I can't accept this.”

“Sure you can. It’s my attempt at repaying you. Think of it as a tip.”

“I did it out of the goodness of my heart. I don't expect anything in return, I’m just happy I could bring a smile to your face. And to your mum’s.”

“Let me do something for you too, then. You deserve to have a smile on your face as well.”

You let out a sigh, but made no effort to counter his proposal. He paused for a moment, premeditating what he was going to say. He spoke again.

“You really helped me out, and I want to be able to do something for you. Let me buy you a coffee someday. Or a tea. Or even a croissant if you’re hungry,” he offered, his tone bordering on pleading.

There was a question on the tip of your tongue, one you were too nervous to say out loud, but couldn't help but wonder.

Are you asking me out on a date?

You kept quiet. He was just trying to be nice; there was no romantic intent. At least, that's what you told yourself. Your answer was the same as it would be if that was his intention.

“Alright. When and where?”

“There's a cafe about ten minutes from here. Want to meet there on Friday at 9 in the morning?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great! Great. I’ll… I’ll see you then.”

“See you then.”

You both stood there, frozen for a few seconds, neither of you knowing what to do. Andrew broke away first. He took a step back and walked away, glancing over his shoulder to wave goodbye before reaching for the door handle. You waved in return, a small smile breaching your lips. The minute he left, you started to count down the hours until Friday.

There was this principle in psychology that had stuck with Andrew ever since he learned of it: the more you think about something, the more likely you are to notice it in your day-to-day life. He was especially feeling this principle today because ever since he met you, he saw flowers everywhere. It was as if the cosmos had decided that he couldn't forget about you, even if he wanted to.

There were flowers on every table of the restaurant he met his mother at. When he went back to his flat that day, he noticed his landlord placed pots of marigolds on the front step of the building. They even followed him to his place of work; his next client of the day wanted line art of a daffodil on her forearm.

She had told him her reasoning was the meaning of the flower—daffodils mean new beginnings. He wondered if you could corroborate that meaning with what you knew of flower language. If this woman knew how absolutely overrun with flora the past twenty-four hours had been for him. Was she sent by the universe to tell him that what was starting with you was just blossoming? Or was she just a twenty-something that wanted a tattoo she saw on Pinterest? Andrew was okay with either option; he was a grown man, aware that not everything in life was because of fate. He was just excited that he got to start something new with you, no matter how it ended.

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