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[giuseppe-yuki]

swim

daniel ricciardo x raccoon shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 2.1k

warnings: none :) (reader lowkey bullies danny though)

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: you find ways to keep cool in the paddock

picture credits from tumblr :)

there were no words to explain the feeling you felt right now. your mind was fuzzy, your arms and legs goo. you groan as another wave of heat spreads across you. 

you were talking about the weather in monaco, of course. this time of the year, the temperature was hitting record highs. you were left a sweaty mess every time you stepped an inch outside. to battle the heat, you frequented trips to the pool, often dragging your boyfriend along with you.  

unfortunately, the sunscreen on your bare skin right now did you no justice as the harsh sun’s uv rays pierced straight through the sun protection and gave you sensitive, itchy skin. adjusting the sun umbrella above you, you took another sip of the cold lemonade that danny freshly squeezed minutes ago. 

“good?” he asks, peering at you through his sunnies from his spot on a sun lounger. 

you flash a thankful smile at him. “yep, thank you baby! it tastes so good in this monaco heat,” you reply. the lingering taste of the sour citrus mixed with just the right amount of sugar cools you off as much as the cold pool water does. he nods once, satisfied with your answer. 

once you finish your drink, you set the glass aside and pick yourself up from your own sun lounger, and cannonball into the pool, purposefully soaking danny in the process. when you kick back onto the surface, you see your poor boyfriend sopping wet, dangling his moist phone out in front of him with two fingers. 

“hey!” he protests, trying to dry off his phone as quickly as possible. “you are so dead when i catch you!”

you squeal as daniel tosses his now-dry phone off to the side and yanks off his muscle shirt before jumping in after you.

the rest of the evening is spent with danny chasing you around the pool with a pool noodle, trying to bonk you in the head, while you try to drown him (unsuccessfully) by climbing onto his shoulders. 

by the time the sun touches the line of ocean in the distance, creating a hazy orange glow over everything, you are both exhausted. daniel helps you push together the padded sun loungers into a makeshift bed, and the two of you simultaneously sprawl yourselves horizontally over the soft cushions. the weather starts to feel nice, with a little breeze cooling your sunburnt skin. you lie there in comfortable silence, a hand playing with danny’s curls, legs tangled together. it was moments like these that you were grateful for. no stress, no intrusive paparazzi, and no work stuff. just you, danny, and the quiet gurgles of the pool suction cleaner. 

there was no escaping the demanding world of f1 for long. like clockwork, you were back again the in paddock the next day, decked out in enchanté merch. like the day before, it was an insane temperature that you were sure allowed you to cook an egg on the pavement. you practically dragged danny past the paparazzi and screaming fans to get to the ac-conditioned driver’s room.

you weave through several vcarb employees on the way to the driver’s room, and almost fall trying to shove the door open in the haste to get inside.

“be careful!” danny chastises. “i don’t want you to fall.” reaching around you, he softly opens the door and pushes it open. 

you press a quick kiss to his stubbled cheek and chirp a quick “thank you!” before racing inside. 

before he can even set down his keys and his phone on the desk inside the room, you had already cracked open a cold red-bull from his fridge and stretched yourself out on the sofa.

“it’s not even that hot,” he laughs.

“yes it is!” you shoot back, sitting up from the couch. “it’s not fair you’re from australia where it’s always a billion degrees in the summer, so you’re used to it.” wiping a few drops of sweat from your heat-reddened face, you collapse back into your original position. 

he rolls his eyes.

“you know what,” you continue, taking a sip of cold red bull, “i should totally shave my entire head right now. i bet that would make me way less sweatier!”

daniel whips around from where he picked up his phone a second ago, eyes wide. “baby, you are not shaving your hair. we both know you will most likely regret it the second the last hair leaves its hair follicle.” he pauses a moment, stifling a laugh. “also, i can’t promise i won’t laugh when you show up in the paddock completely bald. not to mention, i haven’t seen a hairless raccoon before!”

it’s now your turn to roll your eyes. “okay, danny, what do you suggest i do to battle the heat then?” you scoff. “should i…stroll around in a bikini?”

you watch as your boyfriends eyes widen in shock. “ha, i bet you would like that!” you tease.

“absolutely not!” he retorts. “you in a bikini is a sight only i should be able to see.”

to that statement, you let out a giggle. 

before you can respond, a knock sounds on the door and daniel’s manager sticks his head in. he greets you with a quick wave before turning to your boyfriend. 

“hey, just want to let you know that laurent is calling a team meeting in around two hours. i just wanted to let you know early so you can set an alarm or something. you better be there!” 

to you, he instructs, “make sure danny gets to the meeting. last time he was late twenty minutes late and laurent was pissed!”

“aye, aye, captain!” you exclaim, giving him a mock salute. 

he nods tersely, and shuts the door after himself.

fifteen minutes later, you find yourself padding out of daniel’s driver’s room in your raccoon form. it’s easier for you to hide in a little patch of shade when it gets too hot than if you were a regular human, you reason. like when you were entering, you weave through the vcarb employees, but this time through their legs. some of them stop to give you a few pats, since they are all used to you always scurrying around their feet. daniel shoots a few of them a wink and finger guns as he follows you out of the vcarb hospitality.

as soon as your paws touch the scorching pavement outside, you immediately know something is wrong- it’s way too hot for you to walk with no paw pad protection outside. 

sensing your hesitation, danny kneels down, looking at you concerningly.

“you okay?” he asks. he touches the ground with the pads of his fingers experimentally, testing the temperature. within seconds, he retracts his hand with a yelp. “wow, the pavement sure is hot!” he states, shaking his hand to cool it off. you sit in the frame of the vcarb hospitality doorway, looking up at danny with your sad raccoon eyes. there’s no hesitation before you scoops you up into his arms. he supports your hind legs with one of his hands and loops his other arm around your body, keeping you feeling safe in his arms. 

“alright, now to red bull,” he declares. (he always found himself going to annoy max when he had free time)

unfortunately, the red bull motorhome was all the way on the other end of the paddock from vcarb. as your boyfriend walked, he kept getting distracted by fans wanting autographs. like the kind man he was, he of course stopped and signed everything before continuing on. after being stopped by the sixth fan in the span of ten minutes, you weren’t even halfway across the paddock yet. you squirm in his hands, feeling a little uncomfortable by the sun beating down on you and your thick fur. daniel takes notice, and immediately pulls out a tiny tub of frozen grapes out of absolutely nowhere. you jerk back in surprise, because what kind of guy carries around a random tub of frozen grapes?

he laughs at your reaction before pulling the lid open and handing you a grape. you lick his hand as a thank-you and grab the grape with both paws. immediately, you shove it into your mouth. it’s cold, crunchy, and perfectly delicious. reaching out, you make grabby-paws, gesturing for more. your satisfying purring attracts the attention of some teenage fans nearby. they run, squealing, overjoyed to find not only daniel ricciardo, but also a cute raccoon.

“can we feed your raccoon some grapes too?” they ask hopefully.

you give danny a small nod with your furry head and he hands them several grapes. one of the girls hands you the frozen fruit as a boy pets your head. after a few grapes, they pose for a photo with you (they make danny take the photo), and leave shortly after. 

“huh,” daniel notes. “it seemed that they were here more for you than for me!” 

you flash him a smile with your canines out. 

once you arrive at the redbull hospitality, danny lets you down. while he asks one of the engineers for the location of max, you pad around the eating area. snatching a piece of corn-on-the cob from catering, you settle down underneath one of the tables to eat your stolen snack. 

your boyfriend pulls you out from under the table a few minutes later, ignoring your pissed-off hissing for dragging you away from your corn. 

“we gotta go back to my driver’s room,” he says exasperatedly, giving you a few calming pats on your back. “you can have your corn later. anyways, max is apparently in his drivers room ‘playing with his pet cat’ or whatever that means. i didn’t even see him bring a cat into the paddock!” without another word, he picks you up and starts heading to the exit.

you chitter, expressing your annoyance. you probably had to introduce him to max’s shapeshifter girlfriend later.

before he can leave the red bull hospitality, you wriggle in his arms, conveying your distaste for going out into the sun again. frowning slightly, he turns around before setting you back on the ground. you scamper as far as you can into the motorhome, away from the doorway leading you to the blazing outside. making sure danny is following you, only stopping when you reach some stairs. both of you climb up the stairs to find another seating area. to your surprise, yuki lays on one of the cushioned couches, a grey bunny in his arms. he waves to daniel and raises his eyebrow at you walking around near your boyfriend's feet, but doesn’t stop hand-feeding the bunny watermelon cubes. you spare the animal a suspicious glance before inching yourself towards a second set of stairs at the end of the seating area. 

when you reach the top of the stairs, you find yourself again in the heat. blinking your eyes to adjust from the sudden brightness, you realize that in front of you lies a big pool with a red bull logo on the bottom. it’s surprisingly empty. behind you, danny steps into the top level of the red bull hospitality too. you turn around and blink at him innocently. he realizes your intent a second too late. 

you sprint straight towards the pool and jump in headfirst. the cool water feels so nice against your overheated body. 

danny sprints over to the edge of the pool, looking extremely aghast. 

“oh my god, baby! get out of the pool right now! i’m not sure they’re allowing people to swim in there right now, much less a raccoon!”

you intentionally pretend not to hear him, paddling in little circles around the middle of the pool. 

suddenly, you hear a person clear their throat from the stairs. you look away from danny, who was currently circling the pool trying to find the best way to fish you out. 

in front of you stands geri halliwell-horner, dressed in a modest white dress. 

“i don’t see a problem with your girlfriend swimming in the pool, and i’m sure christian agrees with me!” she says, smiling. 

you both gape at her, mouths open. not only were you blessed by the presence of ginger spice herself, but she also knew your secret shapeshifting ability? that was wild.

you chatter appreciatively at geri, and swim over to the edge of the pool. 

“geri!” your boyfriend says sheepishly. “thank you for clarifying. i just wanted to make sure it was okay to be in the pool, but my girlfriend-” he shoots you a glare- “decided it was a good idea to just jump in!”

making sure daniel was distracted explaining himself to christian’s wife, you climbed onto to a the sofa before jump-kicking your unsuspecting boyfriend straight into the redbull pool. 

he surfaces a second later at the edge, gasping, to your taunting raccoon squeals and geri’s surprised laughter. 

“great!” he grumbles. “i’m cooled off now, but how am i going to explain to the laurent and the rest of the engineers why i’m sopping wet?”

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[chanshoesunite]

Chan on the Beach

Content Info: Chan and Y/N meet on a beach in Australia at Christmas and have some fun. This is an edit of Hare's bday fic for Tortoise. No beta we die like Y/N's resistance against lifeguard Chan.

Word count: around 6K

Warnings: semi-public sex, dirty talk

„Aaaah, this is the life!”

You reach over to grab your Virgin Lavender Mojito off the little table next to your lounger. Taking a sip through your plastic-free straw, you let your gaze, well-protected behind your heart-shaped shades, wander across the bay. From your position high up next to the rooftop pool of the renowned “Park Hyatt Sydney”, you can see the world-famous opera house.

“I know, right?” Your best friend Hare is next to you, holding a flashy pink cocktail. “Bless this job!”

As a pilot, Hare is allowed to bring someone along whenever she needs to fly over one of the major holidays, and since it’s Christmas in Austria right now and you’ll only fly back on the 28th, she chose her best friend to keep her company in her five-star hotel. There really are worse fates.

You stand to let your gaze properly explore the vicinity. “Do you fancy going to the beach?” you ask, spying the almost glisteningly white sand in the distance.

Hare raises an eyebrow at you, which you only realise because now it appears behind her sunglasses. “And getting eaten by a shark? Is this your idea of a good time?”

You giggle. “Oh, come on, there are safety nets. And anyway, I was thinking we could do one of those fun videos where you throw sand and I twirl in it? You know, for the Gram?”

Hare looks like she has half a mind to protest, might find this not worth the hassle, but then her smile softens. “Sure,” she says. “Let me check with the hotel staff to find the best beach access for us.”

…

An hour later, you are in your gloriously colourful bikini, twirling barefoot in the sand even though it’s too hot for comfort – not that you would give that away and ruin your Instagram reel, though. Hare is holding your phone, trying to get the perfect angle to have the sun glistening in a golden hour-way on the water.

“And now the sand,” you prompt. “You kinda just let it fly in the breeze, so it looks nice behind me.”

Hare looks dubious for a second. “What if I mess up and hit someone else?” You wave it off. “There’s nobody around!”

It’s true enough – it’s around dinner time, and your stretch of the beach is, possibly due to the holiday, rather empty. Hare nods. “Okay, sure.” She bends down to grab some of the white sand and repositions herself to throw it into the air. You twirl, and from the way Hare’s lips widen into a grin, you can tell it’s a great shot. You can already imagine how amazing you’ll look and how many likes you’ll get, maybe you should cross-post it on TikTok and-

“Oi!”

Both of you turn to see someone standing there. And what a someone. Well, two someones, actually, but your eyes are glued to Someone Number One. He isn’t exactly tall, but well built, his black swimming shorts showing off his narrow hips and creating a marvellous contrast to his thoroughly-trained upper body. He has a sharp jawline that you would like him to use to cut you into chips, a big nose, well-formed cheek bones and beautiful eyes that are, admittedly, currently glaring at you. “What’s that all about?”

One glance at his wet upper body, which is now covered in sand, tells the entirety of what happened – that he is the unwilling participator in an Instagram challenge gone just a little wrong.

Hare gets her bearings faster, but from the way she eyes the taller, lithe man next to the buff grumpy guy, you assume that in order to get into her head, you would have to pass an 18+ ID check. “Sorry, we didn’t see you there and meant absolutely no harm!” She extends one of their towels to the taller guy who looks a little like a Korean forest fairy. “Here, please.”

The guy accepts the towel from her, cleaning his (for his build) substantial abs. You tear your gaze away and meet the buff dude’s eyes, who sarcastically pulls up one eyebrow. For a second, you don’t know what to do.

“Oh!” You realise he’s expecting you to also offer him a towel, so you do. At the way you briefly flounder around, your nemesis’ face softens, and a little smile plays on his face. It’s a good look on him, you decide. “Cheers”, he thanks you, cleaning himself up. “What were you even doing there, throwing sand?” he asks, somewhat curious and content now that the sand isn’t on his pecs but your expensive hotel towel. His voice is still a little gruff, a little dark, a little deep, his Australian accent making it all the more delicious.

Hare, the ever-trusting girl that she is, extends her phone to him. “I was filming a slow-mo reel. It looks absolutely gorgeous if you ask me. Sorry again, but it was kind of worth hitting you with sand for it.”

The two men watch the reel and you can feel your face heating up. You haven’t even seen it yourself yet, and now those two handsome dudes get to do so before you?! You should be mad at Hare, but from the way buff guy’s face softens watching it, you really, really can’t.

Handing her phone back to Hare, the guy looks at you. “You’re beautiful in this,” he says, a little sparkle in his dark eyes. “If I can follow you on Instagram, you’re forgiven.”

Ummmmmm. That’s a statement you haven’t anticipated. You gulp a bit. “Okay,” you agree, and accept the phone back from Hare to open the app for him. Your hand brushes his as you hand it over, and the back of your neck prickles. At the touch, his eyes find yours, and he smirks just the tiniest bit before focusing on the device to type in his Instagram handle. You feel a little lost for words, so you look over at Hare, who confidently winks at you. “Maybe we can buy you two a drink in order to make up for the, er, Sand Incident?”

The other boy chuckles. You take a moment to look at him more carefully and appreciate his fine features, his longer hair tied back in a ponytail. He is beautiful, no doubt about it, but you prefer his shorter friend. “That’s a lovely offer, but we’re actually headed to a party later.” Ponytail glances at the Short King. “But actually…?”

The Short King has finished typing his name. “Yeah, how about you come along?” he finishes the sentence. “I’m Chan,” he adds as he hands back the phone, “but lots of people call me Chris.” Chan nods at the phone and you glance at the handle. “Chanstopher97”. Oh, he’s younger, too. Hot. You accept his following request.

“And I’m Hyunjin.” The other boy smiles at Hare in a way that shows you he seems just as taken with your friend as her body language suggests she is with him. Nice.

“I’m Y/N,” you take charge of the conversation now, and there is a laugh dancing in Chan’s eyes. “And that’s Hare. And about our evening plans…” You look over at Hare, hoping to telepathically communicate that you’re not ready to make this impromptu decision without talking it through with her first.

Hare smiles. “We have dinner plans, but why don’t you text Y/N the address and we’ll see if we can meet you there?” You two share a look and you feel seen and comforted. Hare is keeping your options open but not consenting or refusing in your name.

There is slight disappointment in the two men’s faces, but that’s their issue. “All right,” Chan agrees, running a hand through his darkly wet hair and you are mesmerised by the way the muscles flex on his arms. “I’ll text you in a bit.” He smiles at you. “I really hope to see you there. It’s at the beach, but it does get cool at night, so make sure to bring a hoodie.” He pauses strategically. “Or you can always wear mine.”

You bite your lip to suppress a giddy grin, and his eyes follow the movement. There is an almost hungry quality in his gaze before it flickers back up to again. “See you later.” The confidence he lays into these three words is astounding but very attractive.

Hyunjin smiles sweetly at Hare, which she reciprocates, and then the two men make their way up the beach, in such a manner that the two of you can appreciate their backsides. When they turn around, you feel caught, and the slight blush on Hare’s face betrays the fact that she is experiencing the same emotion. As if in unspoken agreement, you both turn around and sink down in the sand, onto your respective towels that are already dirty anyway.

You are quiet for a moment. Then- “Well, damn,” Hare says.

“Damn,” you agree.

“He’s really hot.”

“I know. Mine too.”

“There’s one for each of us.”

“Yeah.”

Hare glances over at you. “How do you feel about a beach party on Christmas Day in Australia?”

You watch the setting sun glittering on the waves. How do you feel about this? On the one hand, many strangers in one place, mixed with alcohol, are never on top of your list when it comes to a desired evening programme. On the other hand, the party doesn’t have to be where they stay, does it? And Chan, Chris… He is really something. If he were lavender lemonade, you’d sip him. Hehe. Also, as a pilot, Hare has to stay sober, so there will be at least one reasonable person around – or, knowing your besty, at least a sober one.

“I think,” you say slowly. “Theoretically, if we didn’t like it, we could go home at any time. And we can share our location in case we lose each other.”

A slow smile spreads across Hare’s face, reminding you of a cartoon cat who has spotted an especially delicious baby bird. “All right,” your besty agrees. “Let’s party tonight.”

…

Chan texts the details within ten minutes of meeting you and you try not to let it get to your head. Hare and you enjoy an outstanding dinner on the hotel’s rooftop terrace, a Christmas present from the airline, and don’t let the prospect of two hot Korean men on a beach force you to hurry through the five delicious courses. Afterwards, you throw on bikinis, shorts, cute tops and pack long-sleeved items as well, just to be on the safe side. With on-fleek eyeliner and beautiful lipstick, you must surely be the hottest besty duo that has ever walked the hallways of this grand hotel, or so you think on their way downstairs to catch your Uber.

The party location seems to be a dive bar, and as you approach the hut, you are relieved to see that while there is a crowd gathered, it is not overwhelming. The last rays of sunlight are winking over the horizon as the two of you enter the bar.

The interior design is a little bit clichéd in its maritime theme, but since this is your first authentic dive bar experience, you don’t mind. You glance at the nets, the taxidermied swordfish, the life belts, take in the Jack Johnson song playing, and decide you like it. The bar is situated in the middle of the wooden building, an “o” marking the centre of the spot. And right there, behind the counter, drawing a beer, is-

“Is that Chan?” Hare asks the exact moment you realise that your crush is actually working here. Your gaze falls onto Hyunjin next to him, wiping glasses, and the women waiting to catch their attention in front of the bar. “Well,” you conclude. “It seems we’re here for the most popular boys. Damn.”

Hare grabs your hand. “That won’t stop us,” she disagrees. “After all, we are the hottest here.”

She pulls you towards the bar, and it is almost eerie how fast Chan’s head snaps up to meet your eyes. His slowly crinkle as he begins to smile. “You came!” he calls over the music and the waiting people, and some of them actually make space for Hare and you. “We came,” you confirm, propping your elbows up on the bar. “And you came to work, by the looks of it?”

Chan seems sheepish for a moment, but quickly shakes it off. “We are only doing the first shift,” he explains, “and then we’ll be all yours.” He gestures around the room. “You can check out the place or the beach if you’d like. Or hang out with us back here?” He has one hand on the door that swings inward and allows for entrance into the centre of the bar.

Hare glances at Hyunjin. “If we hang out back here, will you make us a kickass alcohol-free cocktail?”

Hyunjin smiles – he really looks good in his loose Celine racerback; you have to admit that. “My pleasure,” he says in a voice that is deeper than you remember.

Hare turns to you. “Beach or bar?” she asks.

You barely hesitate. “Bar.”

…

If someone had asked you a few months ago if spending Christmas day behind a bar sounded like fun, you probably would have refused to even consider the possibility. But this – sitting on chairs with Hare, sipping the amazingly lavender-flavoured cocktail Hyunjin created for you, watching the men work, throwing dish towels or napkins at them in jest – this is a perfectly lovely evening. There isn’t much time to chat, but just by looking at them interact with each other, their customers and their work, you get a better idea of their characters.

Chan seems to be caring, friendly, supportive, flirty, Hyunjin appears to be sweet, sassy and a little on the dramatic side. Both of them react well to the sarcastic comments Hare sometimes throws their way, teasing her back and each other. It is obvious that they are firm friends and likely have been for a long time.

“Hey, Hyunjin, your mojito game is actually pretty weak,” Hare exclaims, hopping off her barstool and joining the taller Korean man at the bar, elbowing him gently. “Why don’t I help you with that?”

Hyunjin’s gaze at her is challenging, but he hands her the bottle. “I am ready to be impressed.”

Someone snorts next to you, and you glance up to find Chan very close to you, also watching the two of them. “Hyunjin’s flirting technique need work,” he says, chuckling softly but not unkindly.

You arch an eyebrow at him. “And yours doesn’t?”

Chan turns to you, and with you propped up on your high bar chair, the two of you are eye to eye. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?” he rasps, his voice suddenly just a tiny bit rough, his eyes intense. You feel yourself blushing but don’t look away. “I am,” you agree.

He shrugs. “Then I don’t think it does.” Chan winks at you and returns to the considerable queue in front of the bar, slapping Hyunjin on the shoulder in the process. “Stop flirting!” he barks, and from the way his friend blushes and Hare starts giggling, you can tell that you are not the only one behind this bar who is experiencing chemistry between herself and a man she met at the beach mere hours ago.

The first shift passes quickly, and as the bar fills up, you love seeing Chan get just a little bit hot, his dark t-shirt, tight to begin with, sticking to him in all the right places.

Finally, when a few of their friends come to take over, Chan throws the dish towel he has been holding down onto the bar and turns to you. “Finished!”, he exclaims happily, an almost childlike joy at having completed his task on his face. He extends his hand to you, offering you help in jumping off the chair. You take his hand, and it’s just a little rough. Does he surf? Play the guitar? You intend to find out. Relishing the moment, you wait just a tiny bit before jumping off, and Chan doesn’t let go of your hand when you’re firmly on your feet, either. You look up at him and there is something in his eyes. A dare to let go? Dream on, pretty boy, you think. I dare if you dare.

Hyunjin hands Hare two glasses – two more of the delicious mocktails, you are happy to see – and grabs two bottles of beer. “Shall we?”

The four of you leave the bar area and then the building behind, and you are thankful to be holding Chan’s hand so as to not lose him in the throng of people that seems to have been growing steadily throughout the past hour. Soon, your sandals hit the sand. There are beanbags on the beach, and miraculously, not all of them are occupied yet, possibly because the night air is just a little bit chilly already. Now you have to let go of Chan’s hand and follow the impulse to run across the now cool sand and throw yourself into an extra-large beanbag, giggling happily. Chan is not far behind, though, approaching you at a languid pace, two drinks in his hands which he has seemingly picked up from Hare and Hyunjin, watching you with a smile. When he is finally standing over you, you glancing up at him, his bravado seems somewhat diminished. “May I join you?” he asks, and when you wiggle just a little bit to the side and pat the newly gained space next to you, his smile widens again. He lets himself sink down next to you and you are overwhelmed by how much you like the smell of his shower gel, mixed with just a hint of sweat and ocean breeze. Delicious.

It takes some arranging, but the two of you are finally comfortable side by side, your drinks secured in the sand, Chan crossing his arms behind his head and gazing up into the night sky. You can hear Hare giggle behind you as, by the sound of it, Hyunjin falls off a beanbag.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable, but you still decide to break it – after all, you want to get to know this delectable specimen better. “So, is this what Christmas usually looks like for you?” you ask.

Chan glances over at you and holds your gaze. Man, you really want to sink into those eyes. “The party’s a tradition,” he explains. “We always host it.”

“We?” You sit up a tiny bit, edging just a little bit closer, and from the way his body shifts towards you, you can feel that he welcomes the change. Your bare leg brushes against his and the skin-on-skin contact makes you antsy, but in a good way. This is exciting – the two of you both know where this will lead, but the timeline is yet unknown, ready to be discovered.

Chan nods. “The lifeguards. Hyunjin and I both work at this beach.”

You process the info quickly and file it away under the category “hot”. “That’s extremely cool,” is what you say, though. “Very responsible.”

The man seems to be blushing a bit and you love how his cool behaviour falls away when he’s being himself. It’s endearing. “I am a huge ocean enthusiast. I am actually currently writing my dissertation on various measures that could be taken to effectively clean the ocean, you know, to remove all of the microplastic. I’m trying to create a filter that can be produced cheaply and applied across all water temperatures.”

Your mouth actually hangs wide open at this. “So, you’re hot AND super smart?!” you blurt out. “That hardly seems fair!”

Chan smirks at this, but there is no denying that he is flattered and cajoled. “And you haven’t even seen me bench press yet,” he jokes.

You laugh. “I’d love to, though,” you say, more serious than you mean to be.

He grins widely. “Well, if you’ll have any more of those cocktails, maybe I’ll have to carry you back later.”

It’s a joke, you both know it, but you notice the exact moment where you both think about him picking you up and maybe pinning you up against a wall. The mood shifts for a moment, it feels less playful and more explicit. The silence is heavy, almost alive with an electric current.

Chan clears his throat. “You haven’t told me yet what a beautiful publicist from overseas is doing in Australia at Christmas.”

Thankful for the distraction, you tell him about the trip, about your job, and as you sip your respective drinks, you establish a shared love for TV shows, bubble tea, colourful hair, non-spicy foods. If this were a first date, it would be absolutely amazing, but sadly, this can’t be a first date, because in less than seventy-two hours, you will be on your way back, and you are severely jetlagged, having arrived only today, and this will merely be a three-day-thing, if at all. You try not to be sad about this, but it’s hard.

Chan seems to sense your distress. “Is everything all right?” he queries, using his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile. “Yeah. I was just thinking that I’d love to not leave in three days.” This feels like way too big a confession for this casual hook-up, but somehow, simultaneously, it also feels just right.

He seems to contemplate this, then takes your hand. “Want me to show you my lifeguard hut? You can see pretty far from up there.” It’s a distraction, but it’s working, so you nod and smile at him. Chan pulls you to your feet and just as you turn to tell Hare where you're intending to go, you can see her sitting in Hyunjin’s lap, making out with him. Shrugging, you turn back to Chan – after all, you can both access each other’s locations on your phones and Hare knows how to handle a dude. “You know,” you say boldly, “This could be us.”

Chan pulls you after him, towards the lifeguard station. “Oh, don’t worry,” he says with casualness that makes you shiver in anticipation, “it will be.”

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Chan’s workspace is actually more elaborate than you anticipated. It’s a little hut on a raised platform so he can seek shelter from the sun while watching the ocean. The bottom of the steps is sealed for the night with a chain-link fence so unauthorized or drunk people won’t be tempted to climb up, but Chan produces a key from a chain around his neck and unlocks it so you can access the platform. You go first, but he keeps his hand on your lower back, steadying you, and you have to admit you like it.

Upon arriving at the top, you are greeted by a few solar lanterns glowing in the dark, illuminating your surroundings. You are maybe four metres up above the ground, but everything – the party goers down the beach, the music, the noise – seems miles away. The only thing you can feel is the wind and Chan’s warm hand against your side, and then there is the glorious sound of the sea. The lanterns also reveal that the chair Chan must usually spend his days in is folded up against the railing, replaced by a picknick blanket and a few throw-pillows. You turn to meet his eyes, into this half-embrace he has going on, and his hand finds your lower back again, pressing you softly to his firm chest. “Did you prepare this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Chan does have the decency to blush. “I was hoping our night would go this way, I must admit.”

Briefly, the thought that Chan must do this all the time, that this must be his move, makes an appearance, but you actually don’t really care to slut-shame the man. Good for him, he is hot and sweet AND smart, you hope that he has lots of amazing sex, but tonight, preferably with you.

You take it all in – the waves crashing against the sand, the darkness softened by the glow of the lanterns, Chan’s huge hand splayed across your lower back, his scent, his face just inches from yours. “Can I kiss you?” you ask.

Chan briefly closes his eyes before opening them. There is a tiny smile on his lips. “Please,” he whispers. And so, you slowly, anticipation rising in your gut, close the distance and softly place your lips against his. Your first thought is how soft they are as you slowly move, placing your hands against his chest, then sliding them upwards, holding his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Chan tastes of beer and chewing gum, but you don’t mind, you don’t have the capacity to think as his tongue touches yours and suddenly, this isn’t slow anymore, this is heat and lust and want and need. Chan’s hands are still at your lower waist, but from the way he is pressing you against him, you can tell that he wants to touch you, he is just too chivalrous to give in to his passion. You grab hold of one of his hands and place it very deliberately against your bum cheek as you pull his lower lip between your teeth and bite. Chan groans into your mouth, his left hand joining his right on your ass, and then he is lifting you up, pressing you against the railing, thoroughly devouring your mouth all the while.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and one of his hands slides down to touch your bare thigh while he breaks the kiss, pressing his lips to your throat, nibbling, licking, sucking. A moan escapes you, and you can feel him hardening in his pants. Without waiting for him to do it, you pull your shirt off so you’re just in your bikini top, and Chan immediately shifts your weight onto the railing and his left arm so he can slide his hand under the fabric and play with your nipples. At the first slight touch, you are already whining, arching into the touch, and Chan’s chuckle is half mean, half adoring as he watches you respond to him. With your bikini top askew, you feel that the clothing ratio between the two of you is a little unfair, so you pull at his shirt, and he actually stops teasing you for long enough so you can get it off of him. Unfortunately, you don’t have long to admire his physique, because as soon as the offending garment is discarded onto the floor, Chan leans forward to capture one of your nipples between his lips, and your moan is much throatier this time, needier, and you can feel Chan shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he breathes against your chest, making you shudder as the air hits your wet nipple.

“I want you, too,” you admit, stroking your hand across his pecs and earning another groan. “Can you take me like this? Up against the railing?”

Chan arches an eyebrow. “You want me to rail you against the railing?”

You groan at the dad joke, but, for once, not in pleasure. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yup. And speaking of right into…” He slides one hand into your shorts, going straight for your pussy and parting your lower lips with his forefinger so that any protest you had against his stupid pun dies on your lips. “Fuck, you are so wet,” he sighs. “I’d love to stretch you out with my cock.”

You cock your head to the side. “So why don’t you, then?”

At that dare, Chan crashes his lips to yours and your tongues dance wildly together as he slowly strokes your clit with his fingers, making you gasp into the kiss, before abruptly breaking away. “Fuck, let me just grab a condom real quick,” he says as he puts you down gently, placing an almost sweet kiss against your lips before approaching a bag that you didn’t notice earlier. You quickly discard your shorts and bikini bottoms; now only in your bikini top, you lean against the railing and watch the shoulders in Chan’s back work deliciously as he bends over, searches his bag and finally grabs a foil package before slipping it into the pockets of his shorts. Then he joins you again, scooping you up in his strong arms. You seize the opportunity to hold onto them and stroke them as he lifts you again and captures your lips in another scorching kiss. Your wet core presses against his naked lower abs, and Chan moans at the feeling. He lowers you just a little bit, grinding his still-clothed cock against your aching pussy as he presses kisses to your throat, your cleavage, any spot of bare skin he can reach.

“Please, Chan!” You might be begging at this point, but who cares, actually, he feels big and you want to see and especially feel if that’s the case. “I needed you inside of me like five minutes ago!” He stills, breathing heavily against your skin. “Fuck, okay,” he finally rasps after a moment of silence. “Hold on.”

You put your legs onto the railing, propping yourself up while Chan sheds his shorts and underwear, but not before grabbing the condom from his pocket. You watch as he tears open the package and rolls it over his indeed fairly large cock – it almost makes your mouth water and you promise yourself that before the night is over, it will literally make your mouth water.

Having finished his preparations, Chan steps back into the space between your legs, and you pull him closer. Your kiss is slower, more deliberate as he strokes his tongue against yours, tempting you, seducing you. And then his hard cock is pressed against you, and you shift, allowing him to press into you. Slowly, you feel yourself being filled, stretched by his girth, and you moan loudly as centimetre after centimetre disappears into your tight pussy. Unconsciously, you try to shift away from the intrusion, but Chan’s hands on your hips hold you steady, so you can do nothing but give in and take it. Chan’s tongue is back on your nipple, distracting you from the stretch by stimulating you sweetly, and the way he groans against your skin, muttering how amazing you feel, how tight your little pussy is, how good you are being for him, turns you on even further so that you use your heels to pull him closer, pull him in more quickly.

Finally, when he’s fully inside of you, he comes back up to kiss you, the movement causing him to shift inside you, making you both gasp. You are completely naked, completely out in the open, you realise, and still, this moment is intimate, like you are the only two people left in the world. It’s uncomfortable, rushed, risky – and somehow still perfect.

Chan is visibly trembling with the effort of holding still. “Can I move?” he asks, his voice hoarse against your neck as he kisses you softly, waiting for you to adjust to his size.

You cups his cheek so he’ll meet your eyes. When he does, you say, “Fuck me.”

His pupils dilate, and Chan doesn’t need to be told twice before he pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in with a force that knocks the breath out of you. Before you can recover, he does it again, setting a relentless rhythm, and you are caged between his body and the railing, his thrusts an assault to your very being, but in the best way possible. His body is blazing in the cool night air, keeping you warm as he worships your body, stroking you, kissing you, licking you, fucking you. And even though your weight must take its toll on him, he doesn’t show it, doesn’t let up, pushing into you again and again, filling you, taking you. You are both trying to keep it down, so your heavy breathing can be covered by the sound of the waves, but you would not bet on it working.

He bites your shoulder, suppressing a groan. “I won’t last long, baby, you feel too good. But don’t worry, I’ll make you come as many times as you want tonight. I’ll eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.” You moan, nodding, as he once again sucks a nipple into his mouth. “That’s fair,” you breathe, and Chan chuckles as he seems to again redouble his efforts, railing you against the railing as his breaths become groans rising in pitch until he bites down on your shoulder once more, stilling inside of you.

The two of you stay locked in your embrace for a moment longer, your breaths calming, before Chan tenderly kisses you as he pulls out. Scooping you up into his arms, he lays you down on the blanket and finally removes your bikini top. Drinking in your naked form in the better light provided by the lanterns, Chan strokes his hands up your sides. “There is just something about you that makes it utterly impossible for me to keep my hands to myself,” he says almost wistfully, and then he is between your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs, nuzzling into them, licking his way up to where you need him. Finally, his tongue is on your clit, and he slides two fingers inside of you, and despite the fact that you are deliciously sore from the thorough way he has just fucked you, this is exactly what you need. His tongue writes letters against your clit, every movement unexpected and all the more exciting for it, and the steady rhythm of him finger-fucking you pushes you closer and closer to the edge. God, he looks so good on his knees for you. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing him against you, and the way he groans into your pussy makes you bite back a moan as well, biting your hand to muffle your sounds of pleasure. Your orgasm crashes over you like the waves below you, unrelenting and unavoidable, and you remove your hand, letting Chan hear your high-pitched moans.

Chan stills his hand to feel the contractions around his fingers, but continues to kitten-lick your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you still, shaking from the stimulation. Only then does he press a handful of kisses to your lower belly and move to join you on the blanket properly, propped up on his side on one elbow, pulling you close and pecking your cheek repeatedly until you turn to slowly, lazily, kiss him. His hand strokes your side again. “That was… Pretty fucking great,” he reminisces, and you can’t help but giggle at the verdict.

“It was,” you agree, dragging your nails up Chan’s veiny forearm, making him shiver. For a moment, the sound of the waves is the only thing you hear. “And you’re here for three more days?” Chan asks, a serious note in his playful tone.

You continue to feel his muscular arms as you nod. “That’s right. Why?”

Chan shrugs – awkwardly, given his current position. “Oh, nothing,” he dismisses the question. “I was just contemplating how often I can fuck you in three days.”

A slow grin spreads across your face. “I’d wager that a low to medium double-digit number could be achieved, don’t you agree?”

Chan’s face mirrors your expression. “Do you want to make a bet?” You shrug. “I’d rather suck your cock.” His expression is a mixture of shyness and surprise before it takes on a devilish note. “Well, in that case,” he says, his hand sliding to cup your arse, "be my guest."

[beautification-tales]

The Flight part 1

An Outbreak Story

Holly had always wondered what it felt like to be on a yacht. The white, billowing sails stretched taut against the blue sky, the sea breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean. As she stepped onto the luxurious vessel, her eyes darted around, taking in the gleaming teak deck, the shiny fiberglass hull, and the well-appointed cabins. She couldn't help but marvel at the sheer extravagance that surrounded her.

She walked confidently on the deck ready to sunbathe her bright blue bikini hugging her curves. As she stretched out on one of the plush loungers, she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. A cool breeze ruffled her hair, and she closed her eyes, letting the peaceful sounds of the ocean lull her into a state of relaxation. She felt a tap on her shoulder and opened her eyes. Standing before her was the yacht's owner, a handsome, middle-aged man dressed casually in khaki shorts and a polo shirt.

"Hey baby." he asked with a warm smile. "You are looking magnificent as always." Holly smiled as she arched her back looking up at him. “Babe, what did I say about wearing khaki shorts? You’re a millionaire and this is your ship. Now take them off sailor.” He chuckled and started to unbutton his shorts. She watched as they fell to the deck revealing his tan, muscular legs. He climbed onto the lounger next to her and propped himself up on one elbow.

“Did you hear the news about the outbreak?” The man asked in a woman’s voice. “Huh? What outbreak?” Holly shook her head as the man became fuzzy. She closed her eyes and opened them again. A black haired flight attendant was standing in front of her in the galley. She pulled her phone out and showed the story to Holly. Holly sighed as she realized she was no longer in her fantasy but back on her shift on the international flight. Holly held Lucy’s phone and read the article. Holly nervously bit her nails and wiped her uniform off as she read. “It says it’s airborne already.” Holly groaned. “I can’t do another Covid!” She handed the phone back to good friend Lucy.

“Yeah! But it’s like a weird disease. Some people get really sick but others….” Lucy trailed off not knowing how to explain it. “Others.. what Lucy?” Holly asked, her voice tense. “Well they change but it’s like hard to believe what I was reading.” Lucy said nervously, looking around the galley. Holly nodded, feeling a chill run down her spine. They both knew they had to focus on their jobs, but the news was hard to ignore. Holly bit her nails again before asking. “You think it might have reached Australia yet?” Holly asked as they had just left the country on their way to L.A.

Lucy shrugged, looking worried. They both knew it was only a matter of time before they found out. In the meantime, they had to go back to their duties. Holly attended to the first class passengers as she eyed the middle aged man reading from his paper. “Sir?” she said politely, trying to catch his attention. The man looked up from his screen, his blue eyes meeting hers. He smiled warmly.

“Umm, is there anything I can get you, sir? Another drink? A snack perhaps?" Holly asked, trying to catch his attention. The man shook his head, his smile never wavering. "No, thank you, Holly. I'm just catching up on some work here. You know how it is." He chuckled, and she couldn't help but smile back. "Of course, sir. I'm here if you need anything."

Holly brought the cart back to the galley as she found Lucy sitting reading from her phone. Holly wanting to distract Lucy brought up a new subject. “Hey did you see the guy in L6?” She asked, motioning to the business class section of the plane. Lucy nodded, looking up from her phone. “Yeah that’s Brent Book he owns that new tech company. Heard he was a real playboy back in the day. Not bad for his age though, huh? I wonder what he does on these flights...." Holly grinned, imagining the possibilities.

“I bet he still flies commercial because he has a thing for flight attendants.” Holly winked, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. She glanced over at the man in question, wondering what it would be like to be with someone like that. Holly was a sweet competent flight attendant but desired the life Lucy and many of her colleagues had. Holly was a bit average looking and her friends like Lucy got all the attention. Lucy was always glued to her phone because she had over 100 k followers on TikTok. Lucy would brag and show off the hundreds of DM’s she received as Holly read them with envy. Rich businessman and eligible bachelors would take her on amazing dates as Holly spent nights alone in her hotel.

“Oh yeah?” Lucy said as she got up from her bucket seat. “Let’s see if I can get his number.” Lucy adjusted her stockings and breasts as she walked into business class pretending to check on passengers. Lucy reached Brent’s seat and leaned down with a seductive look. Holly looked on with jealousy as Brent laughed and talked with Lucy.

A bell went off and it was a passenger in economy in . “Just great.” Hollly grumbled as she put on her fake smile and went to help them. As she reached the passenger she saw he was shivering and sweating at the same time. His face was pale as he rubbed his shoulders. “How can I help you?” Holly asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “Yes, I’m feeling really cold all of a sudden. Can I get a blanket?” The man asked, his voice barely a whisper. Holly nodded and went to get him a blanket from the galley. As she returned the man coughed in his hand as Holly leaned over to hand him the blanket. The man sneezed violently as fluid hit Holly’s face. “Are you ok sir? Are you feeling sick?” Holly asked, her face now inches from his. “No, so sorry about that. I am just feeling cold. Thank you for the blanket.”

Holly and Lucy exchanged stories when they met in the back again. “So he said he doesn’t go on TikTok but he has one for his company.” Lucy explained. Holly nodded, a little disappointed. Holly continued to wipe her face. “You are so lucky Lucy. You got to flirt with an almost billionaire while I was in the bathroom rinsing snot off my face. Ew I can still feel it. I think some got into my eyes.” She said, rubbing her face with a tissue.

“Yuck…. What if he’s infected?” Lucy whispered, her eyes wide with fear. “ Don’t you fucking go there Lucy!” Holly snapped, her tone harsher than she intended. They both looked at each other, Lucy heard a notification ping from her phone. “Oh my God! His company is following me now! Look!” She showed Holly her phone, Brent Book's company was now following her on TikTok. Holly couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. “Aaagh fuck your TikTok Lucy!” She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. “Ok? Rude!” Lucy snapped back, crossing her arms. Holly went to her bucket seat as Lucy did the same. Holly began biting her nails as she read about the outbreak on her phone.

The captain's voice came over the intercom, announcing that the flight was halfway over The Pacific Ocean on target for L.A. Holly glanced at the clock, her heart racing. She couldn't shake the thought of the sick man from her mind. Lucy seemed to be oblivious to her friend's distress, busily engrossed in her phone, seeing if any celebrities slid into her DM’s. Holly felt sleepy as she felt her eyes closing.

It was two hours later that Holly woke up in a sweat. She felt her throat was dry and she was shivering uncontrollably. She glanced around and saw that Lucy was fast asleep, oblivious to her friend's distress. Holly struggled to sit up, her head throbbing with pain. As she grabbed a bottle she guzzled it all in seconds. It was then she heard a ping from business class. She forced herself to stand, her legs wobbly, and walked unsteadily to the curtain. Holly felt a bit woozy and heavy. She approached Brent who was deep in his phone. “Can I help you sir?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah Lucy, I was looking at your TikTok and…” Brent finally looked up and adjusted his glasses. “I’m so sorry you’re not Lucy.” He said, his face flushed.

“No, I can get her for you.” Holly said, her voice barely audible. She felt dizzy and her vision was starting to blur. Brent looked at her strangely. He sat up and said. “No, that’s ok but what’s your name?” Holly forced a smile. “Holly sir.” Brent gave a confused look. “Really? I could have sworn there was another flight attendant named Holly on this flight. I haven’t met you. Are you an influencer like Lucy?” Holly felt confused as he noticed Brent looked a bit uncomfortable as his hands were in his lap.

“Umm are you ok Mr. Book?” Holly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and it seemed to intensify the more she stared. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and she could see his face get red at her question. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine and please call me Brent.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but it came out a little strained.

Holly quickly glanced down at Brent’s hands and could see that he was covering a bulge. She could feel her face heat up and her heart start to race. She knew what was causing that bulge, and it made her even more nervous. "Of course, Brent. Is there anything I can get you?” she asked, trying not to stare at his pants. “Not right now but I have a feeling I might need assistance later.” He winked at her, making her blush even deeper. She quickly looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

Holly walked quickly to the galley. Lucy was still dozing away. Holly rushed into the bathroom and almost squealed at what she saw. The woman in the reflection was completely different. She was looking at this stunning blonde woman in her uniform. The hair was a bit disheveled but her body was slightly bigger. She looked down and fully realized how her bust was more pronounced. She reached and cupped her right breast, feeling the weight of it. "Oh momma like," she thought with a sly smile. She noticed her nail bitten fingernails were gone replaced by red nails that matched her red lips.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She remembered Brent’s reaction at seeing her. She smiled “So this is what it’s like being hot!” she thought to herself. As she continued to explore her new curves, she noticed something else. There was a strange tingling sensation between her legs. She had never experienced anything like it before. She couldn't help but wonder what it was and if it had anything to do with what was happening to her.

Holly left the galley with a bottle of water in her hand. She made it to Brent’s seat and took the cap off the bottle. “Hey, I thought you could use some water. Oh no! I’m so sorry! I’m so clumsy!” Holly had dropped a few drops onto the crotch of Brent. He jumped a little in his seat but smiled at Holly. “It’s ok… not a big deal really. It’s not that much…” he said, trying to be polite. “No this is my fault! Let me help you clean up.” She quickly ran and got a towel as she began dabbing at Brent’s stain. “It’s ok.. I think it should …ungh.” Brent groaned as Holly knelt in the aisle and began rubbing at his crotch. Brent’s eyes widened as he looked at Holly’s sensual focused face. “Don’t worry Mr. Book. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.” Her words were dripping with confidence. Holly laid the towel down as she continued to rub at Brent’s crotch.

She looked up at him and smiled, "Like I said. It was my fault so I need to take care of it.” Brent’s became red as he realized what was actually happening. He looked down her cleavage and licked his lips. “Oh no. I think it may have reached your boxers. Let me help you.” Holly said as she leaned over even more to get a closer look. She unbuckled his pants as Brent attempted to stop her. “Shhh, let me do my job.” She whispered, seductively. As she pulled down his boxers, Brent gasped, revealing his throbbing arousal. Holly looked up at him with a wicked grin.

She grasped his member as he shivered. He covered his mouth not wanting to wake the other passengers. Holly continued to stroke him, her grip firm and confident. She leaned closer and whispered, "I know just how to take care of this." Brent's heart raced as she increased her speed. Brent grabbed onto the sides of his seat as the pleasure was immense. “Ungh fuck!” He cried as he could feel himself close to release.

As she continued, Brent felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hold back, but it was no use. Holly could feel him twitching and knew what was coming soon. Brent erupted as almost a river of cum shot out of his cock. He completely relaxed as Holly took the towel and cleaned him. She pulled up his boxers and buckled his belt. “There we go. I’m so glad I could assist you. Remember to buckle your safety belt when the Captain turns on the light.” Brent in complete shock of what just happened nodded and smiled. He felt so relaxed that he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Holly wanted more. She had felt something unleashed in her. She was sexy, she was powerful and she was still horny.

-To Be Continued-

[sitizelter]

🩵Sky Full of Stars🩵

Loscar ♡ Pt.2

Pt. 2!! Sneaked in some backstory in here •3•

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The rest of Oscar's day goes by; Helping out with his dad at his workshop with car repairs, getting groceries for his mom, playing his driving sims in his room. It's boring, Oscar had to admit. But hey, it was his life outside from F1.

The sun begins to set. Just as the aussie was getting snug under his blankets, his phone rang. 'Loges'

"Hey Logan," Oscar answers the call.

"Hey Oscar," Logan answers softly, trying not to yawn too loudly. His body may still think it's nighttime, but his spirit is bright with the joy of hearing Oscar's voice.

Stepping out onto his balcony, the american breathes in the fresh ocean air. Logan leans on the railing as he gazes out at the pink and orange hues glowing on the waves. Another beautiful morning, yet his mind remains in Australia with Oscar and thoughts of his visit. "I hope your day wasn't too boring. Catch me up on everything before you drift off to sleep, what did you and your dad get up to?"

"Y'know, the usual. Some guy came in with his tire having a screw punched into it and god, that was such a bitch to remove." Oscar chuckled, his sleepy voice was raspy.

"Ooof, yeah a screwed tire is never any fun to deal with." Logan grimaces sympathetically. At least it gave Oscar something interesting to help with today.

"How 'bout you? Had your breakfast yet or did you just wake up?" Oscar asked.

"Just woke up, actually," The other yawns, stretching his arms over his head. "Was too busy looking forward to hearing from you again."

Glancing over at the kitchen, Logan's stomach grumbles softly. "Think I'll grab something light like fruit and yogurt. Nothing too heavy first thing. How's the time difference treating you - still hovering around bedtime I'm guessing?"

"Mhm, yeah." Oscar hums out. He places the phone on the pillow beside him while on speaker mode. He turns to look at the night sky.

"Stars look really pretty tonight." The aussie mutters out. He thinks about how those stars are the same ones that the other had seen last night. A soft smile appears on his face all of the sudden.

As Logan rinses fruit in his sink, he feels a tug of longing at Oscar's description of the star-filled sky above him. How he wishes he could see it too at that moment, and share in the serenity of that distant light with him once more.

"It's nice to think we're seeing some of the same constellations across all this distance, y'know?" Logan says quietly. A comfortable silence falls between them as their thoughts likely turn to past nights of wonder.

Once the fruit is prepped, he settles on his lounger with the phone on his chest. "Oscar, I really can't wait to see you again. These calls help, but it's not the same. I miss your stupid face." Laughter lifts Logan's voice as he teases the aussie.

"Miss your stupid face too, Loges." Oscar quips back, snickering. Oscar stretches his body while groaning, adjusting himself to a better position.

"Remember when you used to sneak by house in the middle of the night? Always managing to get into my room by the window." Oscar spoke.

"And whenever my mom came into the room, you would hide under my bed like a crazy person?" Oscar added on, laughing with his still-sleepy voice.

Logan snorts a laugh at the memory. "How was I supposed to know your mom would do bed checks at 3am?! And you were always too busy laughing your ass off to give me any warning."

Shaking his head, the american pops a slice of kiwi into his mouth as he recall countless nights of sneaking over. "Your house was the best place to hang out, away from my parents' rules."

Logan's smile softens as nostalgia washes over him. Those carefree years seem so long ago now under lights of different stars. "Your family always made me feel welcome, Oscar. Like a second son to your parents."

A sigh escapes him. "Things were simpler then."

Oscar chuckles while he remembers all of Logan's antics. He sighs out. Yeah, like a second son. Suddenly, a thought crosses Oscar's mind.

"Hey Logan, I've never really thought about this at all but... why did you use to come by and stay over by my place so much when we were younger?"

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Logan pauses mid-chew as Oscar's question catches him off guard. The truth was always too personal to share, even with his closest confidante.

Staring up at the brightening sky, Logan traces patterns in the scattered clouds while considering his words. Do I dare open doors long closed? Something in Oscar's tone tells him he may finally understand.

"You know my family was never... warm. Distant, more like it. I was just another obligation." A humorless chuckle escapes the american. "But your parents, Osc, they treated me like one of their own. With affection."

His voice grows softer as memories flood back. "I wanted that kind of love so badly. To feel seen, cared for unconditionally. Your home gave me that when mine couldn't."

Letting out a long exhale, he chances a glance at his phone. "That's why I kept coming back. It was the only place I've ever felt... at peace."

Oh.

Oscar felt his heart being squeezed. His eyebrows furrowed, finally connecting the dots from so many years ago.

"Logan, I- Mind telling me more about... how the situation was at home? It's okay if you're uncomfy about it, I just..." Oscar's words trail off.

"Was just too young to realise, I think." He added.

Logan focuses on the crashing waves below to steady his thumping heart. Rarely has he spoken of such private wounds, even to Oscar. Trust doesn't come easily to him. Quiet stretches between the two of them as Logan contemplates his question. A part of him wants to shield past pain, yet another yearns to be known wholly by someone who cares.

"It was just... distant. Cold." His voice sounds far away recalling those grey memories. "Parents who provided but never nurtured. Too busy chasing their goals to see me, I guess."

A shaky breath leaves him. Vulnerability has always terrified Logan. But if Oscar can accept this part of him too, perhaps he's not so truly alone.

"Your family showed me what unconditional love felt like, Osc. I'll never forget their kindness... or forget why I needed it so badly."

Oscar swallows, carefully choosing his words. He looks back into the screen to see the american looking out his window and onto the sky.

The sun hits Logan's face such so that the turquoise in his eyes are reflected on the screen. Seeing him so vulnerable made Oscar's heart melt.

"Glad I could be there when you needed me, Loges. Even when I was being a dumb 10 year old sometimes." Oscar speaks, his voice turning softer.

"You weren't so dumb. Just a kid like me." Logan meets Oscar's gaze steadfastly through the screen, wanting him to see every bit of sincerity in his eyes. "But you were there when it mattered most. And I'll always cherish that."

The tension leaves his body just like the receding tides. In Oscar's presence, he feels light and free - as though remembering who he was beneath it all. Their friendship is home in a way even family never grasped.

"I look forward to making more memories with you, Osc. Good ones, to replace what we couldn't change." Logan's smile grows playful once more. "Even if it means sneaking in your bedroom window again ten years down the line." A laugh escapes from Oscar.

"If you were to do that at this age, I think the tree outside my window would snap in half." He quips. It felt nice knowing how open Logan could be with him. The other chuckles at the image Oscar paints, knowing full well he was not quite as agile climbing trees as he once was.

"Yeah, that old oak is looking pretty stiff these days - might not support either of our weights anymore!" Logan's laughter rings out freely, as light and bright as the new day dawning around him. It warms him to see Oscar relax into their banter as easily as ever too.

"Tell you what - when I visit soon, we'll think of a new, less precarious way to 'sneak in,' just for nostalgia's sake. Maybe I can toss pebbles at your window like in the movies." Grinning, Logan takes another fruitful bite and sighs contentedly.

"Haha, sure thing, Romeo." Oscar snickers. He takes a glance at the clock on his wall. "Hey, it's getting late. Talk to you soon?"

"Alright, alright." Logan lifts his hands in playful surrender, grateful for the chance to reconnect and reminisce with Oscar. Glancing at the rising sun, he notes the lateness of the hour for the other too.

Warmth swells within him as he whispers his farewell. "Talk to you soon, mate. Sweet dreams, and thanks... y'know, for listening." Understanding shines in Oscar's eyes - he always did know Logan best.

"Take care, Osc. Miss you." And with a gentle smile and wave, Logan ends the call, heartbeat full and hope renewed. Oscar smirks and he feels a soft blush creep onto his neck.

"Love you too." Oscar whispers under his breath, right before the call ends. The aussie places his phone by his bedside table. He falls asleep eventually, unknowingly having a soft smile plastered on his face.

╰──────── ♡⁀➷ ────────╮

As Logan sets his phone down and leans back to watch the brilliant colors spread across the waking sky, a small smile tugs at his lips. Oscar's final words echo softly in his mind, meant solely for himself perhaps, but heard nonetheless.

Warmth blooms in Logan's chest where any other response may once have scared him away. But with Oscar, he feels only peace - the kind one finds in truths long known yet never shared.

With a contented sigh, the american relaxes into the morning glow, heart full and spirit light. Another new day is dawning, and all is well within its warming rays.

╰──────── ♡⁀➷ ────────╮

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I’d be happy just staying in my back garden with a paddling pool, a sun lounger and a few cocktails if I was with Van ha ha

Seriously though, I’d love to hire a camper van and retrace his steps from when he was a kid travelling around Australia, how amazing would that be? 🧡

Where would you go?

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omg YES i love it!! the one thing i would add is i think we need to incorporate all his red bull collected trophies in order to REALLY drive home the fact that he's back babyyyy. i don't know if it even exists or would be possible at rbr headquarters, but i'm imagining he's driving down some long hallway lined with trophies? or maybe he's standing in front of a giant trophy case as he says the tagline?

or no wait- maybe as part of the montage where we see him driving through the key markets, intercut clips (or even just voiceovers) of highlights that correspond with said tracks, THEN he's speeding through a dark hallway lined with trophies before fading into black as the tagline comes up

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Do you think you could handle a job in the medical field? Why or why not? I think I could cope working in a pharmacy or something, but I wouldn’t be able to be a nurse or doctor. 

What is one electronic device you own that you have not used in a long time? Our xBox one. 

Do you prefer to play chess or checkers? I prefer chess but we used to play both when I was younger.

If you had to go an entire week without using any technology, what do you think you would spend most of your time doing instead? Walking the dog, reading, sunbathing, sleeping, doing jigsaws, playing games, going out for meals - I’d probably spend a lot more money lol.

Would you rather travel to Asia or France? Asia. I lived in France for a year already.

Do you prefer dark, brown or white chocolate? Milk and dark equally, really. I only really like white chocolate in small doses or when it goes alongside something else.

Would you rather visit Australia, Germany, Croatia, or Jamaica? I’ve been to Australia and Germany and have no real desire to see Jamaica so I’ll go with Croatia. The photos I’ve seen make it look really nice.

Would you prefer a pet rat, mouse, snake, lizard or spider? A lizard.

Have you ever fallen into a hole or crevice whilst hiking? No, but I have tripped or caught my feet in crevices loads of times.

A romantic meal, a trip to a theme park, or go to a concert? Hmm, a concert probably.

How often do you wear necklaces? Never - I work with animals and I just don’t feel very safe wearing dangly jewellery.

Would you rather wear a bracelet or a necklace? A necklace. I find bracelets really annoying.

When was the last time you had a donut? Hmm, good question! Maybe about six weeks ago?

What’s your favorite song by Miley Cyrus? Malibu, Party in the USA.

Who do you absolutely adore? I don’t really adore anyone lol.

Have you ever had a crush on a kinda-country boy? Yeah, I guess so.

Do you care about any of your exes at all? I mean, I don’t wish harm on any of them, but I wouldn’t say I actively cared about them either.

Who last slapped your butt? My husband.

Where have you lived throughout your life? Various areas of England, France.

What kind of cake did you have for your last birthday? Coffee and walnut.

Have you ever had a panic attack? Yeah, more times than I care to remember. They’re awful.

Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? Hmm, not that I can think of, no.

When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap? Yeah, just out of habit more than habit.

Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners? Electric.

Are your biceps at all noticeable? A little bit, yeah. Walking dogs everyday does give you pretty strong arms.

When are you moving next? As in, moving home? I have absolutely no plans to move anytime soon.

Have you ever had a bad concert experience? No.

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? No.

Do you call your boyfriend “Monkey”? No.

Would you rather go to Greece or France? Greece. Though maybe not at the moment lol.

How would you spend a day at the beach? I go to the beach everyday, pretty much lol. If I was there with the dog, we would go for a long walk, get fish and chips and eat it on the sand, walk back with an ice-cream and just enjoy being outside. If it was more of a holiday, I’d spend the majority of it on a sun lounger drinking cocktails ha.

Have you ever experienced altitude sickness? No, thankfully not.

Was the last show you watched a re-run? Yeah, it is.

What’s your biggest priority right now? Just continuing to build my business.

What does it feel like to fall asleep in someone’s arms? Hot, sweaty and uncomfortable lol.

Do you recall the first time that you learned the truth about sex? No, but I suspect it was in PHSE classes when I was about nine.

Do you need the opinion of others to make yourself feel worthwhile? No. I generally don’t care what other people think of me.

Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? NOPE NOPE NOPE. Feet are gross lol.

What is one thing you fantasize or daydream about doing? Travelling around the world in a camper van.

What would you rather: lethal injection, electric chair, or hanging? Lethal injection.

Have you taken someone's virginity? Yes.

What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? He wouldn’t do that.

Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? I mean, we’re married, so I would bloody hope he knows lol.

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? I was leaving to go back to work.

Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? I haven’t seen my parents today.

Who would you like to see in concert? Out of bands that are still around/alive, then Jack’s Mannequin, Dashboard Confessional, Death Cab for Cutie, Ed Sheeran and Jens Lekman.

Who was the first person to ever ask you out? A boy named William when we were six lol.

What's one thing your partner must be able to accept about you? I have autism and need lots of personal space.

Are there any videos of yourself on YouTube? Not as far as I’m aware.

What’s one thing that’s annoying you about the book you’re reading now? I’m not reading a book.

Do you have trouble letting friends go when you need to? No.

If you had a daughter, would you allow sleepovers? It would depend on who she wanted to have a sleepover with, I guess.

Which do you like better, your first name or your middle name? My middle name, but I like my nickname just fine.

Where is your brother? I don’t have a brother.

Do you like using terms of endearment? No.

Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Yeah, walking Bailey and Poppy, then going out for breakfast/brunch with Susie. My house-sit finally finishes tomorrow so I’ll be back home around 7pm and then Mike’s out so I’ll watch TV with the dog lol.

What's the longest movie you've ever seen? I don’t really know...probably the extended Lord of the Rings.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone? No idea, I haven’t used that for ages. Probably a keycode for someone’s house.

Would you ever want to visit South Korea? It’s not somewhere I’d ever think to visit, but I’d go if someone paid for it lol.

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PLEASE 🥺 Little D on tour! I guess she's not really a toddler anymore at 4.5 but you know tour is her favorite thing and she has the time of her life and she'd spend HOURS in the pool in her little sunnies and bucket hat and they slather her in sunscreen. And eventually the sun tires her out a little bit, but Harry promises they'll go find some ice cream and they all pile together under a big umbrella on a pool lounger.

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