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ma1dita · 4 months

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crazy little thing

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

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summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he spends all his drachmas to make you smile. Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyone’s tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies

(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)

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“Come on, you gotta admit—it’s kinda funny!”

Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. They’re not sure if he’s trying to convince them, or himself.

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, it’s kind of pathetic.

“What do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?” he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone who’s been sitting out in the sun for too long.

“I’m not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,” he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Lee’s younger siblings.

Lee chuckles, ruffling his sister’s hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, “She’s a good friend. You’re gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.”

The son of Hermes knows he’s gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.

Lee’s little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother.

“What song were you thinking?” she asks, “Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.”

The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but he’s never been one to back down from anything–swordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but this—trying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.

Why are feelings so damn complicated?

It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accurately—at the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.

“You guys got it covered. Just…surprise me too, I guess,” he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if he’s unsure of what exactly he’s wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).

“Castellan’s hopeless. You think he knows it yet?” the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

If Luke wants a show, they’ll make sure he’ll get his money’s worth—and hopefully, it’ll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and he’ll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.

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Valentine’s Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone who’s single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people aren’t so…enamored in public (you’ve lost count of the reports you’ve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual.

Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyone’s favorite narc.

Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head.

That’s an uncontrollable urge. Too much?

Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like they’re the last dinner roll at the table….You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.

You just didn’t understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldn’t love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, you’re the best actress at camp. You’ve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.

Nothing gets past you at this point.

But that sucks too sometimes, you know?

Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as you’re stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yours…makes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them don’t know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgust—-and it’s only lunchtime.

So yeah, maybe you’re a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.

The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though it’s sweet—the human side of you misses affection.

Devotion.

To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps that’s what scares admirers away.

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, you’ve always preferred it that way—the both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not.

But you two are just friends.

Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.

Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

If you were ever given immortality, perhaps they’d make you the goddess of denial.

You’re sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids…and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable…or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someone’s eyes on you, and when you look up, Luke’s standing there with two full plates of food.

“Take a break, trouble. No one’s paying you overtime,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.

“No one’s paying me at all…” you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.

“Just another holiday. You know how it is.”

“It’d be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,” you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. It’s easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but there’s something about you that already makes him feel like he’s losing before anything’s even happened).

Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier who’s always trained and so ready that sometimes it makes you wonder what war he’s preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.

“No, you don’t. You’re a control freak,” he says with a grin.

Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

“I swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,” you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.

There’s a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. It’s Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.

“That was quick,” you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.

“Heh…I think they were just practicing or something…”

He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience.

Fucking hustlers.

—

The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since it’s mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.

“I can’t believe this!” you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand.

“There’s just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. It’s everywhere! I’m—CONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!”

Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin.

“Guys, go find trouble somewhere else,” Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.

“Oops.”

Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“You've already got trouble anyway,” he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.

The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, “I don’t care if he’s your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.” You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he can’t open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance–but the effect isn’t as menacing as it should be when he’s covered in red and pink sparkles.

“Not if I get to him first, the little bastard.”

“Just open the door,” you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.

“I can’t if you won’t let me do it!” He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.

“What kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!”

“Well OBVIOUSLY, but it’s not working, now is it, trouble?”

Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees. Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stoll brothers put in front of the door). He sighs, and Lee’s little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.

“You gonna charge him again?”

A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.

“No, but we’re close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,” Lee grumbles.

“Why are we doing this again?” Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.

“A crazy little thing called love. You’ll understand it better someday, kid.”

—

Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"

"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.

"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"

Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.

"Don't worry about it."

He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.

"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.

"Why's that?"

"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"

He looks at you like you've told him you’re secretly a cyclops.

“The fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks you’re great?"

You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.

“Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?”

You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to.

In short, he’s fucked.

"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. You’re popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.

But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.

I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places...That this heart of mine embraces...

You gasp, grabbing Luke’s arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Luke’s eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.

“Did you do this?” you mumble, still entranced by the performance.

“Only if it makes you laugh.”

And you do, in the way that he loves—a bit crazy and too loud, and it’s perfect.

I’ll always think of you that way…I’ll find you in the morning sun….

Whether it’s fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke can’t tell—he’s too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.

“You know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,” you whisper, and it couldn’t be more far from the truth.

“No, you don’t.”

His eyes flicker to you again, but you’re already looking back at him.

“I don’t.”

And when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon…but I’ll be seeing you…

It’s quiet now, and you’re unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if they’ll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.

Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder you’ve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart.

“Thank you.”

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

—

“This has got to be cheating,” Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.

“It’s not cheating if I’m winning. Silena’s gonna get a kick out of this,” Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. It’s a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.

“Well lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!”

“That’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfew’s in 10. We’ll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,” Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.

“Easy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!”

“Would I ever lie to you, La Rue?” he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.

—

“My body ages,

my anger burns into a seam.

I am so annoyed by love

and still it comes.”

-Kate Baer

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barbie tingz

marcus scribner x THICC male reader

summary: just marcus loving you like with his heart, soul, and FAT SCHLONG. slight feminisation - don’t kill me.

notes: LOVELIES! hope everyone is having a beautiful day. i wanted to let y’all know that i will be taking a lil break because it’s exam season. don’t be sad…because this means i have an entire summer of smutty content to write and catch up on! ps. each word in this fic is me being another squat closer to the fattest ass in the world. ENJOY!

ALSO! the met gala is tonight! my favourite event of the year, i might make a short rec…how do we feel about that?

song rec: ‘freak’ - victoria monét

marcus was well on his way to establishing a name for himself in hollywood. booking new roles, alongside his debut as a director, he was on track for a career that would rival his mentors. but if you were to ask him what his biggest achievement was, he would say being with you. the corny mf has actually reiterated his adoration multiple times during interviews, and the world is obsessed with how lovestruck he was. aside from being social media’s favourite young couple, you, yourself, had a blossoming career in fashion that meant you were styling your man to make sure he looked good for his press tours.

notoriously, you garnered a reputation for EATING UP on the carpet - zendaya being your only competition. this ain’t no exaggeration, but every time you’d step out, those fits would break the internet. thus, when the news dropped that you’d be attending the premiere with your boyfriend, all eyes would be on you - yet again. having you on his arm, instantly elevated his aesthetic. not that he ever saw you as some pawn too boost his career, you meant the world to him, but your beauty as his trophy wife made him even more palatable. usually, you’d have an entire glam team by your side cultivating your iconic, polished look. but, you and marcus had both been working so hard, to the detriment of your relationship, and so you decided to spend the night at his, agreeing to do all the glam yourself.

‘Y/N,’ Marcus bellowed from downstairs, putting on his rings, and spraying cologne onto his clothes. ‘baby, we gotta go.’

‘Y/N! over here! to the left! Y/N!’ a flurry of paparazzi screamed. ‘the body is TEA!’ one reporter exclaimed, making you laugh.

you graciously blushed. they weren’t wrong, your pear-shaped figure, defined abs, and toned arms were nothing short of a sculpted masterpiece. amidst the bbl allegations on twitter, and every tabloid claiming to have the secret to getting an ass as perfect as yours, YOU were the standard. a beautiful, androgynous mix of allure and charm. not even chris evans, america’s ass, said that you had the best glutes in the industry. it was a thing of wonder; something so many lusted for, and even more desired to have a piece of whilst having you in backshots. there were an array of wolf whistles from the public whenever you walked, swiftly followed by a gaggle of photographers snapping shots of your post-gym bawd.

marcus soon joined you on the carpet after finishing up on his interview. if the sensory overstimulation of flashes and cheers wasn’t enough, this was heightened when marcus snaked his arm around your lower back. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, spectators were foaming at the mouth by his public proclamations of love, hiding your blush from the world.

‘don’t be shy,’ he said lifting your chin to his face. ‘there’s that smile I love.’ the whole crowd was gushing, you could’ve cringed at how clingy he was being in public, but found his confidence to do so, all the more endearing.

one thing that you sly liked about marcus, was how he jealous he could get, so many of his friends and industry buffs would come up to talk to you during the interviews, coming up for hugs, and even though he trusted you, his need to protect had him riled. marcus had a great relationship with all of his co-stars and they all became such a family over the filming process. you being there made the family even stronger, embodying the role of MOTHERRR in more ways than one, and they all appreciated your kindness. always there to soften the stressful tones of your bf’s criticism.

you were particularly close with his friend from another project, and due to mutual management you spent a lot of time in the same spaces. he came up and hugged you from behind, before being whisked away to speak with another reporter. all but a few seconds, lasted an eternity, the worst kind, burned into the possessive psyche of your man.

moments passed and it was time for group pictures on the carpet. you and marc were dead center, with his large hands gripping you tighter than usual. you looked up to see he was scowling, ‘lighten up bubs.’ you giggled, to which your bf fixed his face - he could never stay mad when you were always there to calm his demons. not long after, the same face screw, that made his nose look so cute came back, as he remembered the voices of the media resounding in his head.

‘damn I’d hit that.’

‘Marcus is one lucky mf to be all up in dat pussy’

‘I bet the recoil on that thing is insane.’

it infuriated him to hear how the public spoke about you, as if you were some object, and not the kind person he grew so enamoured with. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you gon’ beg me for mercy.’ he whispered , breaking that veneer of respectability for a brief moment, squeezing your butt, then turning back to smile at the cameras. you’d never seen that side to him, it’d be a lie to say it didn’t turn you on.

throughout the screening, he made sure to let you know that all your teasing would soon be dealt with. the vulgar remarks were still plaguing him, and you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of it. literally.

‘upstairs.’ he said sternly,

the two of you started kissing, unbuttoning his shirt as he unbuckled your pants to free the globes of juicy flesh he loved so much. strewn across the floor, all fear of creasing the custom couture outfit you were wearing had disappeared - the overwhelming desire to make love to your boyfriend clouded your judgement.

you get down to business, kneeling to align your lips with his cock head. ‘don’t take this the wrong way.’ marcus sighed, urging you to stand up, so frail against how tall your man stood.

‘Y/N, i just wanna fuck right now.’

you knew how badly he needed this, and a part of you liked how desperate he was to be inside you. but it was bizarre, marcus loved watching you suck him off, getting him all lubed to plough your hole, almost as much as you loved gagging on his meat. nonetheless, you obliged, bending over as you had your knees on the edge of the bed, hole puckering at the chill of the air. marcus grabbed your left cheek, caressing and massaging your upper hip.

‘so fucking soft.’ he whispers against your skin, kissing at your taint. it was as if he snapped out of his love drunk trance, and was left a primal shell of himself. he practically ripped off your underwear, leaving your naked bodies to rub up on each other as he scrambled to find lube.

‘fuuuuuuuk’ he groaned.

his thick schlong fit like a glove in your inviting hole, slick from your desire and his precum.

‘damn i missed that boy pussy’ - LIES. that man combusts if he isn’t inside of you at least 4 times a week - wtf was there to miss? this sentiment made you smile at how whipped he was for you though.

his pace quickened. pulling his entire length out of you, except his bulbous tip, and spitting directly on your pussy to get you even more slick. ‘hear that baby,’ he praised the ‘mac n cheese’ sloppiness of your hole. ‘your pussy was made for me.’ he was right; most guys love skinny twinks because their petite butts made their tops’ look hung. despite the voluptuous curves you had, you were ample in both chest and derrière making average look like a micro penis inside you. all but marcus. he overpowered you in ways no other man could, his thick, girthy cock stretched you out in a way that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. not to mention his length, during your first time he could barely fit half in without it feeling like he was stabbing your insides. but after some practice, you started taking him - ALL of him.

his grunts deepened. ‘practically begging me to cum inside that hole.’ gripping your hair up fucking you in doggy. style. marcus began leaving love bites on your neck, marking you for all to see. his big hand crossed to caress your childbearing hips. whoever said men can’t get pregnant must’ve never accounted for marcus’ determination. his dick wanted to make you a mother so badly, and nothing was going to stop him trying.

‘you can take it.’ he praises. ‘all. of. it.’ slamming into you with a bold rhythm on his final three words. and that you could. your hole was heaven for him. every time he would enter, your thick meaty globes would bounce like jelly on his lower abdomen, making marcus even more inclined to give you your reward. you moaned out in ecstasy, your bodies were made for one another.

‘who’s pussy is this?’ his grip on your neck became tighter, still allowing you to moan out in response, ‘it’s yours marky, all yours.’ fuck. you were whipped, almost as much as he was. ‘that’s right baby, moan for me.’

‘scream like the little bitch you are.’ you and marcus both enjoyed the passion of rough sex, but this was something you hadn’t ever seen in him before. he was a beast and you loved it, way more than you could ever admit. there was something sweet about the high you were on as you were being impaled by his dick.

particularly, he relished in hearing your slutty cries, ‘music to my fucking ears.’ praising you ‘my pretty little slut, fuck yeah, you want my load.’

‘fuck yeah marc, give it to me please.’ you screeched, loving how hard he was clapping your cheeks.

‘shiiiiiiit, baby, fuuuuuck.’ he spouted, spilling his pearliness into your pussy. he used his thumbs to kneed the dough around your hips, losing himself in the bakery he so enjoyed visiting every morning for breakfast.

gently, he collapsed on top of you, still inside the warmth of your flesh. after a gentle make out sesh, cockwarming your boyfriend until he was soft, your bf brushed up against you. massaging your thick thighs, marcus tended to the bruises he gave, kissing them reassuringly. you ushered him to lay his head between your pecs, as he put his entire body weight onto you. he sighed deeply, feeling safe in your warm embrace. ‘marc, is everything okay?’ you stroke his face, as your fingers laced into his curls. he snickered groggily, ‘shouldn’t i be asking you the same thing?’ - a fair question because he litch just wrecked your shit. ‘real, but we both know that in a couple hours i’ll be fine.’ a silence filled the room, concern brewing in your heart. you played with his ear, knowing how he becomes putty in your hands. ‘fuuuuuck, you ain’t gon’ stop unless i talk, right?’ you kept quiet, trailing the tips of your fingers on his lobe. he sighed deeply, ‘i just get so possessive over you.’ his last words muffled by your ample bosom as he came to the realisation that the press’ words got to him more than he thought.

sitting up, marcus exhaled deeply. ‘i can’t even blame them for ogling, you’re so beautiful.’ ‘but u ain’t an object, and i hate that people treat you like that.’ you caressed his cheek with a loving care. ‘call it jealousy, possession, toxic - I don’t care. you’re all mine.’ marcus always felt the need to take care of what was his, doing better than what he had seen throughout his childhood.

you had an idea, trailing your fingers down his torso, circling his belly button, ‘why don’t you show me again?’ whispering into his ear as he breathed out in pleasure.

you kissed his cheek, before slowly massaging his dick tip, ‘how much do you love me.’

marcus turned you over. stroking and licking his ear, y’all were so intimate. he held onto the grooves of your waist, fucking into you slowly, marking your neck with his saliva.

‘you’re such a dream to me Y/N,’ he always had a way with words that made you smile like a school girl. ‘I was so selfish before, you didn’t even come.’ you always placed marcus’ pleasure above your own, but he was never satisfied with just brutalising your hole. he needed you to enjoy taking his dick, just as much as he enjoyed gaping your hole.

‘guess I’ll have to fuck another load in, to get one out of you.’ he joked, sucking on the sweet skin of your plump ass.

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‘tis my birthday today (it’s gotta be one of the worst birthdays to have, we don’t need to talk about it) anyways that’s where this is coming from

(also i’m not trying to imply that jan 1 is eddie’s bday. i wouldn’t wish that on anybody. besides, he is def a weirdo february aquarius)

The second half of the calendar year is nothing short of pandemonium for Eddie and Steve and their three daughters.

Moe’s birthday in late July kicks it off, almost immediately followed by Steve’s birthday in early August, then Hazel’s in September. Robbie’s birthday comes mere days after Halloween, and from there they dive headfirst into the bedlam of the holiday season.

Much to Eddie's relief, they all made it to yet another New Year's Day, and while the girls are definitely feeling the end-of-winter-break blues, Eddie welcomes the reprieve in festivities, brief as it may be.

His own birthday is up next – though not for another month.

He’s really not a birthday kind of guy. Never had been.

He loves making birthdays exciting for Steve and their daughters (they have a whole slew of traditions and everything – there’s names spelled out in pancakes involved; it's a very big deal), but his own…not so much.

It managed to fly under the radar for the past few years, but since this year is the big Five-Oh, he knows Steve won’t let him get away with that again.

Eddie has a complicated relationship with his birthday. When he was younger and the weight of Birthday Importance was at its peak, he never really celebrated the way other kids got to, and now, as an adult, he doesn’t know how to feel the things you’re supposed to feel about your birthday.

Steve does a good job, despite Eddie’s weirdness.

His favorite, Eddie thinks, was the year Moe was born, when Steve had managed to catch him off guard by renting a tiny cottage up in Maine for a few days.

“Moe or no Moe,” Steve had asked, “I’ve got Rob and Nance on standby.”

(They’d taken Moe. She saw snow for the first time. It was amazing, and people who don't want to involve their kids in stuff are a bunch of fucking weirdos).

Steve gives him a letter every year – handwritten on notebook paper and folded into whatever cheesy card he picks out.

Eddie keeps most of the letters in a fireproof lockbox along with all their passports and social security cards and birth certificates (look – Eddie doesn’t fuck around with priceless shit), but he keeps the most recent one – the one Steve gave him for his forty-ninth birthday nearly a year ago – in the top drawer of his bedside table.

He has it pretty much memorized at this point.

It says:

Ed! (with an exclamation point and everything – god, does Eddie love him)

49.

Holy shit we’re getting old.

Writing this is making me think about all the ones from the beginning, when I’d write about our future together even though we didn’t have a damn clue what we were working towards for a while.

I think we’re in it, man. Crazy, right?

(The ink color suddenly switches from blue to purple)

Sorry for the color change. Hazy decided she needed a blue pen immediately. Hope your vision hasn’t gone totally to shit and you can still read the purple.

Anyways, since I have you hostage reading this, I’m gonna take the opportunity to discuss you, because you don’t let me in real life most of the time.

You are gorgeous. Best looking face I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much time I’ve lost off my day just staring at you (actually, not a loss. I take that back)

You suck at puzzles – I know that sounds bad, but it’s great for me. I need that to rub off on Moe because she’s getting pretty good and that’s gonna be a problem for me.

You make me laugh so fucking hard every day. I’m praying the girls get your sense of “elevated” humor or whatever you like to call it

You’re so fucking smart, Eddie. I count myself lucky for it endlessly

You are completely 100% you all the time. I’m still working on that I think but I’m getting there because of you. I’m glad all that shit we went through didn’t take that away from you.

the BEST dad. Can’t believe I didn’t say that sooner. Not to brag but our kids are turning out pretty awesome (can’t go around saying that too much though it’ll go right to their heads and then any power we have left goes out the window)

You’re probably the best person I’ve ever known. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting what a catch you are any time soon, because I won't.

Thank you for loving me even all these years later. My life is better every day that I’m with you.

We’ll keep things quiet this year. Don’t get used to it though. Next year’s gonna be a rager.

Love you always!

- Steve :) ♡ ☆

#over-the-moon in love steve absolutely writes a mean love letter #to those who get steve's sign-off -> ilysm that's an old post #shoutout to the partners of birthday-haters #y’all are doing the most and it is appreciated #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

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THE NEW II EPISODE ACTUALLY HAD ME SCREAMING NO JOKE SO I HADDA DRAW SOMETHING

Im gonna ramble a lot here so do skip over if you dont wanna hear LMAO spoilers as well obviously pfT

- First of all I WAS RIGHT! I predicted that Mephone used III as an escape and that his past will catch up to him and oh man the look on his face when Mephone4s and that situation was mentioned????? Ough and it hurt me when Mephone immediately thought “did he find me” LIKE I CALLED IT HEHRHFKFKFKDSLKSFJFB

- CANDLE FIGHTING HELLO??? First the animation was smooth as hell and second, when silver comes in MY GOD.

- My predictions for part two of the finale? They’ve absolutely gotta mention Steve Cobs and Mephone4’s trauma is going to fully be revealed because this man got some serious problems. Part of me thinks it’s all gonna be resolved in the final episode, another part of me feels as though they’re gonna bring in Cobs as a cliffhanger and then resolve season 2 with a whole II cast vs Cobs thing? I’d also adore to see Toilet come back and a scene where Mephone4 finally admits his wrongs (because he was still a dick guys but i love him) AND get a therapist

Ok now enjoy the angst piece i made for Mephone4

#object shows #iii #ii #inanimate insanity #ii mephone4 #inanimate insanity mephone4 #mephone4 #im gonna cook steve cobs and make him into pop corn and burn each piece one by one and dunk the ashes into a river #pls dont kill mephone4 i swear #petition for floory to be mephones therapist #osc

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marketing ploy ln4 - ch 6

Austria goes to shit. Great Britain follows.

piastri!oc x lando norris, bestfriends brother/fake dating

warnings/notes: inappropriate comments, lando being overprotective, arguments/cursing, mildly severe car accidents (guys its an f1 fic what we were expecting. gotta do the cliche for my first fic), vague descriptions of injury, a few sexual comments, this is SO LONG. like 5k-6k words?

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01 JULY, AUSTRIA.

I woke up with a bad feeling in my chest and an odd headache. My lone hotel room, to give Oscar and Lily some space since she was finally able to tag along again this season, felt so enclosing. Slowly pulling myself out of bed, I groaned and immediately went to get ready when I noticed the time. Luckily, it was only qualifiers today, so I didn't have much to do other than hide in my office and make sure no one's car was going to explode.

But god, on my worst day, everything has to go wrong.

First, Max's tires never got warmed. Something was broken, and I had to do so much boring bullshit paperwork. Then, Checo's brakes got sticky and we had to have him DNF. Then for some reason, half the fucking sensors hadn't even recorded anything so I couldn't even tell why they had gotten sticky. But I did feel a bit better (not at all) knowing it had also happened to a few other drivers so it wasn’t just us.

So I was having the greatest time, sarcasm fully intended. And then I completely missed seeing Oscar and Lily for lunch because I was in an emergency meeting. And by the time I got out of Red Bull's garage, it was nearing five at night and I hadn't had anything to eat or anything to drink after one water bottle and my headache still had gotten worse because of it.

And then got immediately swamped by reporters.

Luckily, I saved some class and patience and was able to make it through fine but by the time I got to McLaren's garage, I was about ready to snap at someone.

"Ollie!"

Thank god.

"Oscar." I hum as he wraps an arm around my shoulder, and then he makes a face as he notices just how exhausted I am.

"You guys had it rough today." He says and I just nod, rubbing at my jaw and rolling my neck as he steps back, leans over, and hands me a packet of some sort of assorted chocolates.

"I love you so much." I sigh as I open the packet and he laughs, dragging me further into the garage where everyone else is settled and just relaxing. McLaren had a really good day, both Lando and Oscar in Q1 and I can see everyone laughing and celebrating. A completely different feel from the tense garage at Red Bull. Lily gives me a tight hug when she sees me and urges me to come sit with her so we can catch up, we end up in a bit further and in a corner so we can have a bit of privacy. All is fine, and Lily is very quickly improving my mood as we giggle and share stories (and I happily answer all her questions about Lando and me) before we're approached by a guy I don't recognize.

"You guys need water?" He asks innocently, and though it's not extremely hot in Austria, I take one from his hands. Lily denies it, showing off the water bottle she's still drinking, and the guy seemingly just blips out.

"Weird." I hum, cracking open the water bottle and taking a sip of the cool liquid, "Never seen him before. Maybe he's new?"

"Or a volunteer?" Lily suggests and I shrug in response, eventually, Oscar comes over and wraps an arm around Lily's waist and she grins, popping a kiss on his cheek. Finally, the two of them were actually looking like a couple in public. Which, is probably what happens when two introverts start dating. I swear they didn't hold hands for months.

"Lando's being interviewed if you wanna wait for him for the media shit." Oscar pokes my hand and I pretend to flick the water bottle at him. The two of us make faces for a few seconds before I nod, taking another sip of my water bottle.

"Yeah, he and I are going out to eat again tonight. Andrea's idea." I sigh, looking over my shoulder where I can see Lando sitting with some people with a microphone in hand. I notice though it's not Sky, but rather ESPN, and I hum before turning back to Oscar and Lily and wishing them on their way. I pull out my phone, answering a few texts before someone walks up beside me. And it's the same guy from earlier.

"Oh. Hi." I say softly as he smiles at me, looking a little flustered for a second before he starts talking.

"Just wanted to say hello, I'm one of the mid-season hires. I'm an engineering assistant, Jordan." He held out his hand and I grinned, shaking his hand firmly.

"Olivia Piastri, Oscar's younger sister. I'm Red Bull's head analyst." I let go of his hand and Jordan nods, he wrings his hands before he continues talking and I feel the confidence he's trying to exhume here.

"Ah, I've seen a bit about you. Kinda hard to miss such a pretty face." Jordan grins, running a hand through his hair and tilting his head with a tiny grin.

Is he flirting with me? Is this guy daft?

"Well, thank you. But uhm--" I look around the garage, hoping to maybe signal another person in the garage to come over and get me out of this just terribly awkward situation. Lando's wrapping up his interview, handing back his microphone and laughing softly as he shakes hands with the reporters.

"Seriously, you're by far one of the most gorgeous girls I've seen." Jordan steps a bit closer and leans on the wall beside me with his body covering my view of the majority of the garage, "are you free tonight? I'd like to get to know you better."

I step back, putting myself back into the view of the garage as I try to keep my patience and shake my head no. I'd never had this issue before, how exactly does one stop unwanted advances? I'd never had to, I was never alone when these sorts of things happened to me.

So, I stammer, "Ah, I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend and.."

"Ay, is he here? Because I don't see anyone staking their claim on you." Jordan grins and I tighten my grip on the water bottle and click my tongue against my teeth. Okay, if he was gonna be like that I could be bitchy too. I glance back across the room one final time, making eye contact with Jon who gives me a sharp nod, but I don't see Lando anymore. Which... could be good or bad.

"He works for McLaren, and is a part of your team, so you might wanna... not... flirt with me?" I turn back to Jordan, make an uncomfortable grimace at him, and end up tightly crossing my arms over my uniform shirt, "So..."

"Yeah, who's your boyfriend then?" Jordan hums, looking over, "Jon?"

"Me," A hand slides across my waist, fingers digging into my skin harsh enough to likely leave bruises as I'm tugged back into Lando's chest. With one hand still firm on my waist, his other hand comes to my jaw so he can turn me to press a soft kiss to my lips before he leans back and whispers, "Hi, baby."

"Hi, Nori." I smile, turning back to Jordan who raises an eyebrow. And I can already tell this is going to be terrible because he hasn't exactly backed down. I see a reporter tilt their camera at us, and I grip Lando's wrist to tell him to back off. But Lando stays close, and my cheeks tint red as Jordan starts to speak.

"Got yourself a good-lookin' girl there, Lando." Jordan grins, winking at me and making my skin crawl. Lando's hands tighten on my waist, pulling me into him a bit more if that's even possible, and now I'm not even mad that he's doing this anymore. I wanted to be doing anything else than being here.

"Mhm. Olivia's my girl, don't you know? She's been my girlfriend for a while, so why dont'cha step back?" Lando smiles, but his threat is not hidden very well.

"Ay, it's all good Lando, I don't like to share my meals."

"Oh-kay!" I shout but Lando takes over, stepping around me to point at Jordan and get in his face. I see half the McLaren garage turn, and someone shouts to send the media out of the garage as the cameras scramble to try and take photos and videos of the altercation.

"If you know what's good for you--" Lando grits, eyes narrowing as Jordan smirks in his face. His confidence was a far cry from the scrawny guy who had walked up to me prior, Lando continues through his teeth, "You won't say anything like that again or I'll make sure you can't speak anymore."

"Sorry, man. Didn't realize this would piss you off so much," Jordan takes a step back, his smile making it known his apology was fake, and my tight grip on Lando's wrist makes it so he won't follow.

"Bye, Jordan," I say, voice soft but level. A sort of period to the end of whatever conversation Lando and Jordan had silently through their eyes before Jordan backed off and slipped into the crowd of McLaren officers off to the side. I keep my iron grip on Lando's wrist and he slowly turns around to look at me. At this point, my exhaustion and anger from the whole day is bubbling just under my skin. Unlike my twin, I was never good at completely holding myself back when I got like this.

"Lando." My tone comes out much colder than I'm expecting, and I grab his wrist again and forcefully tug him to my side as I hiss, "What the fuck was that?!"

"Did you hear what he said?"

"Yes! But was that worth threatening him?"

"What did you want me to do?" He said and when I peeked over his shoulder and saw everyone watching, I grabbed Lando by the collar and pulled him into Andrea's vacant office, slamming the door shut and pointing at him.

"I had it handled, okay?" I snap, "He was just being a jackass, you didn't have to threaten to make him unable to speak--Lando! Who the fuck says that?!"

"Did you have it handled? That was you having it handled?" Lando asks, incredulously, sitting on the edge of Andrea's desk as I stay at the door, using my heel to keep it closed just in case someone tried to push it open at any point since I knew the door didn't lock.

"You don't need to protect me like that, Lando, it's not your job!"

"It's not, I'm your boyfriend--" And the rest of what Lando says fizzles out in my head. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word that had been taunting me for weeks. Lando Norris, my boyfriend for the media. The boy who could never be mine. And something in my chest breaks, I can feel the tether finally snap, and I shout.

"No, you are not!" My volume surprises me, and I know McLaren can probably hear us immediately after saying it, so I drop my voice down to a hard snapping tone, "You aren't my boyfriend, Lando. You aren't! You can't be, no matter how much I love you, or you love me, or if we fall in love after all of this is over--you are not my boyfriend and you will never be because we can't be in love, Lando!"

"We can't? Who said that?!" He snaps back, "Do you think I've been doing all of this for media? For a fucking paycheck? God, no Ollie. I fell in love with you the first time Oscar brought you around! Do you think I agreed with this for a check? No, I agreed to that stupid contract because it's you! If it was anyone else I would've just walked the fuck out of that office, it's you I want, only you, only you, Olivia."

"But you know you can't have me, so why string me along like this? We can't be together, no matter what we want, we're gonna have to break up at some point! So why should we even try?"

"Who cares what they say? Zak, Andrea, Christian? You're gonna let them run your life?" Lando steps closer to me, taking my jaw into his gentle hold, voice so soft I feel my heart drum against my lungs, "We do what they say, sure, but once we've completed that contractual obligation... can they tell us we can't ever be this again? Be... us, again?"

"I can't do this Lando," I whisper, bringing my hands to my chest and he steps back. The space between us suddenly felt so vast, and something in me clicked and I knew something irreversible was going to be said. That maybe I had started the downfall here, and Lando's hurt expression tells me I have.

He can only whisper, "Why?"

"I just..." I stammer, making a vague gesture to the room. There's no way for me to express the thousands of thoughts that race through my head, a constant loop of some F1 circuit of emotional mess slamming into every reasonable thought and fizzling out reason.

"Because you're scared of being loved? You're scared of what will happen if you fall in love?" Lando accuses and I can't answer those questions, because I am. I'm so scared. But not because of Lando. Because of media. So I shout the next best option.

"I never wanted the attention! I didn't become a driver because I can't handle the media like you all can! And yet I end up here, and--" I go to keep talking and Lando holds up a hand, shouting over me,

"Okay, then back out! You clearly want nothing to do with me, or this, or everything that's happening, so go tell Christian you're done!"

Silence. I swallow thickly because no. I don't want to be done. I want to fight tooth and nail for everything in this relationship, but also, was this what was best? Should I back out now, before everything we've done catches up to us? A hubris that needs to be checked? I knew from the beginning I was going to burn, but not like this. Never did I think it would be like this.

"Olivia..." Lando whispers, and I feel something roll down my cheeks. I'm crying I realize. The world is blurry, my throat is dry, and I'm crying over a relationship I can now see we both want but... at least to me, we can never have.

Do I ask Christian..?

"No, Lando." I sigh, doting under my teary eyes, "This is why. This is why. We will end up here one day, and I can't do that. I... I'll talk to you later."

"Ollie, wait!"

I turn, leaving the office in a hurry. I shove through the McLaren workers who try to stop me and once I'm in the clear, I run. The Red Bull paddock isn't far and once I get there I can't breathe, shoving through people who now wear the same uniform as me. My office doesn't even feel safe, the flowers on my desk mocking me, and I grab them and in a fit of rage, I throw them across the room. It doesn't make the pain in my chest leave.

“Olivia!” Someone shouts and I turn, Christian just barely in the doorway. I shout, without thinking, without even pausing.

“I’m backing out! I’m done with that media stunt—!” And a hiccup breaks my sentence, “Get me out of it!”

“I—“

“—Now, Christian!”

The garage is silent after my scream, and poor Christian looks horrified as he nods, and shuts the door to my office. I let a shaky breath out as I realize what I’ve done is irreversible, but there’s so much pain in my whole heart I can’t tell if that’s what’s hurting me. I sink to my knees on the floor, a hand on my chest, a hand on the carpet, and I sob.

I don’t even know why I’m crying.

An arm is around my shoulder, a set of hands resting on my elbows as someone whispers to me. I don't even know who the people are when I look up, and the sight of both Max and Checo kneeling in front of me makes the tears double. At some point, Checo leaves, once I've calmed enough for Max to convince me to lay down with his jacket covering my legs as I hiccupped and slowed down my breathing with Max's hand applying solid pressure to my chest.

Charles and Daniel come back with Checo, who then leaves the room entirely, and I end up with my weird little mixed driver support group on the floor in my office.

Something so odd, something that should not be happening in any way, but yet here we are.

Somehow, one relationship shattering had made the other relationships in my life more clear. Relationships that had started casually and professionally, and ended up with me now having twenty or so brothers at this point.

Brothers.

Just like Oscar.

Max drops me at Oscar's hotel room a few hours later when he returns from his date with Lily. She ends up going off on her own, with a few of the other WAGs, to give Oscar and me privacy. I settle on the couch, sipping a water bottle as Oscar looks out the window. I hadn't told anyone else what Lando and I had argued about, Max had kinda picked up on it as had Charles, but they had given me a berth. A space to explain. When I didn't take the invitation, they didn't try and pull me in to say anything. Which I appreciated beyond words.

"What happened?" Comes the soft voice of my twin. I knew Oscar wouldn't have been like them though.

“I backed out,” I say, rubbing a hand along the fabric beneath me.

"What?" Oscar turns to face me, "You backed out?"

"Of the shit with Lando, I can't do it anymore. I can't have my emotions being toyed with like this anymore. And we both like each other but one day they're gonna come along and tell us we need to break up and we have to listen to them." I find a stray string in the couch stitching and begin picking it. My nails dig into them, making a slightly bigger hole. It feels like the way I'd ripped a hole into my own heart earlier.

"I had a feeling this was gonna happen." Oscar walks across the room to sit on the arm of the couch, looking over at me, "what happened?"

"I just had a shit day, and... and when this guy at McLaren started flirting excessively with me he got super overprotective and threatened the guy. Which... isn't the worst but he could've handled it better." I wave my hands, "But I had such a shit day I just blew up at him over it, and we fought, and he told me to back out if I couldn't handle it... and when I got back to Red Bull I just did it. I didn't even think and now I think I made a huge fuckin' mistake but I can't go back on it now."

"Could you talk to Christian? Ask him to wait?" Oscar hums, his hand coming up to card through my hair again and I melt into his touch as per usual.

"I dunno." I murmured, closing my eyes, "I just wanna sleep the rest of the day off."

"We can talk about it tomorrow after the race, okay?" He says, looking down at me before turning to look at his phone as it buzzes on the table. I look up at him and see his jaw tense, hand pausing on my head as he makes a face.

"Oh, Christ." He whispers, turning his phone to me. I climb up to sit next to him, eyes widening as I look over the post he shares and my stomach falls to my chest.

"This is not what Christian told me would happen," I whisper, Oscar's hand squeezing my upper arm in some sort of semblance of support. Of course, getting out of this mess with Lando wouldn't be easy.

Now I needed to talk to Christian. As soon as possible.

01 JULY, TWITTER ↴

written by Julia Sine, 01 July, 2024.

Cars aren't the only thing racing down the track in Austria this weekend, so are some hearts! In an exclusive interview after the qualifier today, multiple McLaren and Red Bull workers spoke with reporter Julia Sine about what might become the next 'it couple' after Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift.

"Lando and I first spoke about it in Bahrain. He said the two of them have been close since Oscar's rookie season last year and he was worried Olivia's job would be at stake if their relationship ever leaked to the public," Steve Atkins, McLaren's Head of Communications explained while standing in the paddock with Chief Executive Officer Zak Brown and Team Principal Andrea Stella, "I went and spoke with Christian Horner, the Team Principal of [Oracle Red Bull Racing] and we agreed that since they were on separate teams, and Olivia was an analyst and not an engineer, there was no conflict of interest. Olivia did sign an NDA, just to make sure she wasn't leaking race information to Lando but it was never brought to our attention if Olivia and Lando ended up dating."

"If the two of them are dating, which again I've had nothing clarified to me if they are or aren't, I'd imagine they've been keeping it private due to concerns with the media and fans."

"Olivia and Lando have a very unique connection, and we here at McLaren are all supportive of relations between teams. All our drivers are friends at the end of the day and we support [Lando and Oscar] being friends with any of the drivers outside of racing. However, I will say we have seen some tensions growing between our drivers and Red Bull." Andrea spoke with me and Zak right before leaving for a meeting, Zak agreed with Andrea, and he further stated, "A lot of the tension we've been seeing with Max and Lando on the track stems from this, in my opinion."

When I made my way to Red Bull to ask some more questions about the situation, I was only able to briefly speak with Alice McLoughlin, Red Bull's Head of Communications who said, "The relationships our staff members get into is not any of our business as long as it's not a conflict of interest or damaging to the staff member themselves. I have not been told if there is for certain a relationship, but if there is I wish both of them well but we will be waiting for their announcement before we decide anything.

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04 JULY, 2024 - MILTON KEYNES, UK.

My phone ringing breaks the three hour silence I've subjected myself to after my meeting with Christian and Ada. The meeting where I had said me wanting to back out of the contract was emotionally charged and said I no longer wanted to. Luckily, they hadn't started the process of backing me out of the contract yet, so it was pretty easy for me to stay.

Reaching over, I grab my phone and read the contact, pausing before lifting it to my ear, "Lando..?"

"Ollie, hey... uhm, how are you?" He sounds uncertain, almost like he wasn't sure if I was going to pick up. I can't blame him for thinking that, since our last conversation was that big fight.

"Tired." I admit, but don't say it's because I've lost sleep thinking I was going to lose him, "I'm working late again tonight."

"Oh, sorry... do you want me to call you later?" I hear what sounds like a gear shifting, and I briefly wonder if he's on his sim.

"No, I'm just uploading files. And your voice is honestly more welcome than the silence of a nearly empty Red Bull garage... why'd you call?" I turn to look out the windows at the slowly setting sun, watching as the world is beginning to be coated gold.

"I wanted to apologize for the whole thing with Jordan, I shouldn't have threatened him like that." Lando's words come out rushed and squishy, like he's holding out his heart and expecting me to step on it.

I like to imagine gently covering his heart, protecting it, as I speak softly, "No, no you're fine. I was having a shitty day and I took it out on you. I really should be the one apologizing, you didn't do anything wrong. You were protecting me. Thank you for that."

"Yeah, it's fine. I'd do it a thousand times." He says, then theres a long pause. It's not akward, if anything it allows me to feel the emotions roll through me-- embarrassment at my past behavior, nervousness for his call, and a sick sort of love building in my gut that I, for once, did not push away.

Finally, Lando whispers, "did you back out?"

"I was going to, but... I talked to Christian this morning when I was a bit more level headed and we agreed I'm gonna stay." I say, and I hear him sigh with relief. A small smile bubbles across my lips, letting the giddy feeling fill my body as I tap my toes along the floor and spin my chair.

"Can you come outside?" Lando's question catches me off guard.

"What?"

"Look out your window." He says, and I scramble up from my desk and walk to the big glass panes that cover my office, looking down into the mostly vacant parking lot and there he is.

"You are something else." I whisper, then look back at my computer. I could finish the work tomorrow, "I'll be down in ten."

I scramble to save my work, kicking off my work shoes for the actual nice YSL heels I'd worn in. Once they're secure on my feet, I touch up my makeup and spritz myself with perfume. The whole time I'm giggling to myself, smiling as I pack up my desk and then throw my belongings into my purse and find myself half running to the elevator. I hurry to text Oscar that I'll be back a bit later than expected as the floors ping, and when I hit the ground floor, I throw my phone in my bag without a care, clock out and scan out, and open the door to the cool night breeze rippling across my blushing, hot skin.

God, it was so good to let myself feel this raw emotions again.

Lando pushes himself off his car, hands still in his pockets, and I bee line to him. Luckily, he kinda gets the hint of what I'm asking, and his hands come to rest on my waist when I reach him.

I pause to put my purse on the hood of his car, and then grab his collar and pull his lips to mine.

He laughs into the kiss, our teeth briefly smashing before I right us and press in deep. His arms wrap around my waist and he tugs me closer, one hand sliding up the side of the dress shirt I wear before tangling its fingers in the hair at the base of my neck. When we pull back, briefly, I giggle as he peppers kisses to my hairline before pulling me back in.

"Fuck, I missed you." He whispers against my lips and I step back, just enough to see him--and he looks exhausted. My hands come to his face and he melts into my touch, almost like he's craving it.

"I missed you too." I murmur back, watching the way he holds his eyes shut. I can see the layers of stress physically peeling away from him and being swept away by the hand I raise to run through his curls and the other hand I slide down to apply that comforting firm pressure to the chest--right under his collarbones, and then his head falls to the crook of my neck. One innocent little peck placed on my collarbone that has me shiver.

We stand like that for a while. Two silent beings in the windy, cold, English night, and eventually I convince Lando to sit in his car when my thinly covered legs start to get cold. We end up just... driving. A silence enveloping us as I rest my head on his shoulder and he keeps that damn hand on my thigh. It's gonna be the death of me. He is going to be the death of me.

But, loving Lando Norris is a death I would welcome with open arms.

04 JULY -- INSTAGRAM ↴

OLIVIAPIASTRI MADE A NEW POST!

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, maxverstappen, and 145k others...

oliviapiastri: my pretty boy <3

landonorris: this mystery guy needs a haircut hes stealing my look >:(

⤷ oliviapiastri: you'll get over it

maxverstappen: i want u to know kelly shouted 'THANK GOD' when i showed her this post

oscarpiastri: OH SO THIS IS WHY YOU MISSED OUR FUCKING MOVIE NIGHT??

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⤷ oliviapiastri: BRO HOLD ON I AM DOING SOMEONE

⤷ opheliapiastri: OLIVIA????

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⤷ oaklynnpiastri: moment of silence for our mystery guy. oscar is approaching his location at rapid speeds.

⤷ landonorris: rip

⤷ oscarpiastri: shut.

⤷ oliviapiastri: @ oscarpiastri I MEANT SOMETYHIN. I MEANT TOT TYPE SOMETHING. DO NOT SHOW UP TO HIS HOUSE.

christianhorner: geri said 'good that little fucker didn't break her heart' and slammed the steak knife back into the knife holder.

⤷ oliviapiastri: OH MY GOD?? THANK U MOM?? @ gerihalliwell

⤷ gerihalliwell: of course :)! girls stick together!

09 JULY -- GREAT BRITAIN.

"Max, make sure you're giving space here. These turns can get tricky." I hear someone say in the radios, my hands fidgeting with my keychains as I watch the race on the screens, and then glance over to the sensors. All was running well, back tires a bit hot, but nothing we were concerned about.

"Ollie, tell your brothers best friend to get out of the way." Max frustratedly huffs and I laugh, leaning forward to speak into the comms.

"Logan is in P9, actually, not P1." I chime, luckily getting a soft chuckle from Max. We'd been doing exceptionally well this season as per usual, even if I had sort of stopped paying attention a bit. I did note the tensions between him and Lando were really high during this race. The two had been neck and neck since the beginning, and everytime they got a one-up on the other it just made them push harder. They had a pretty good gap between them and the rest of the racers, with Oscar holding his own in P3. It seemed like another weekend with those three on top, but at least watching this race was interesting.

The breaking sensors start flashing, indicating they're running too hot, so I chime, "Max, ease up on breaking. We might want to look into getting your tires swapped for mediums soon."

Max doesn't respond, but he does ease up on the breaking. Which makes me feel a bit better.

"Lando's coming in hot to the pit." Someone says, and I glance up over the computers and my eyebrows knit. He's driving weird. Like... almost as if he doesn't have control of steering. I see the safety car prepare for a possible departure and I stand, looking down at Max's sensors, and then someone shouting brings my attention back up.

"He can't stop!"

There was a moment where it felt like everything froze. My hands couldn’t find my mouth fast enough to hide my shock. Lando’s car slams probably two hundred kilometers into the barrier that leads into the pit lane and skids along the wall all the way inside the lane until it spins and slams into another one of the barriers. Red Bulls paddock is first in the pit this round, and I can see the smoke beginning to billow around Lando's car immediately once the car fully stops. People are shouting, McLaren engineers sort of straggling by the exit to the track as a yellow is waved, waiting for a command. I see Jon amongst them, shouting into his headset, and I hate the silence lets me hear his voice strain as he hollers,

"Lando! Lando, are you alright?"

I can't hear a response from the McLaren driver even if I strain my ears.

“Lando—come on.” I find myself saying, hearing Max and Checo on the radio asking for clarification of what happened, but also hearing someone say it was clear for people to go and get Lando out of a burning car. My headphones are yanked off my head and Christian’s hand firmly pushes me forward.

“Go.” Is all he has to say.

I’m running faster than I can carry myself, stumbling over numb legs as I sprint to the car. My hands scrape the concrete as I nearly fall, but I save myself the embarrassment of wiping out with a quick stumble and keep running. I can hear more people behind me as I climb up, holding onto the halo to stabilize myself.

“Lando!” I shout as I grab Lando’s helmet and slowly slide his head back as I start to detach him from his seat belts. Jon is there immediately, helping my shaky hands undo the devices. I keep looking at Lando's visor, trying to catch his eyes, but there’s no time to waste as I smell and hear the various engineers who'd run out trying to extinguish the car. I get one side of the belt off, starting to detach the hands device from the helmet by Jon's command when two hands grab my wrist.

Snapping my gaze up, I meet Lando’s eyes from where I’m sitting, one leg wrapped around the halo so I don’t fall, one hand on his neck as I hold the clasp to the hands device, the other on the back of the car as his eyes meet mine.

I’ve never seen Lando look so…terrified. His bright eyes are staring me down, pupils small and shaking as his grip tightens on me. I know my own eyes can’t look much different.

“Ollie?” He whispers and I shush him, detaching him from the car fully as I grab him by the shoulders.

“I got you, Nori. Jon and I got you.” I say softly, looking up to where other drivers are stopped on the track—standing up in their cars to get a better view, “get up so everyone knows you’re okay.”

Lando’s hands grab my shoulders, my hands sliding to his ribs as I slowly help him to his feet with Jon on standby. Medical and McLaren officials swarm around us, hands out and ready to help as I slowly unlatch my leg and slide off the side of the car. Lando’s weight on me is nearly crushing, but once we get him out he collapses even further into my arms in a cry of agony. Two hands find my back, medics reaching to grab Lando and I almost fight them in retaliation.

“Ollie!” someone shouts and I turn to see Jon running along to the medics side. I feel stuck, trying to swallow something that makes my eyes burn. Lando’s still got a vice grip on my wrist and when the medics try to separate us—it only tightens.

“Mr. Norris—“ The woman tries.

“Lando.” I finally find the courage to move forward, they’ve got him on a gurney now, trying to lay him back but he keeps fighting them. I can’t begin to understand why, “you’re okay. Let them take care of you.”

They tilt his visor up, and I gently lay him back, Jon reciting medical information over my head as they begin to assess his damage, still pulling us further away from the car which I note is now long extinguished. They stop us at McLaren's paddocks, Jon dipping inside to grab Lando's things as we wait for an ambulance to meet us here.

“Olivia.” I hear Lando’s muffled voice and I feel tears fill my eyes as I lean down, pressing my forehead to where his visor now lays and let out a shuttering sigh that makes my body ache just as much as my heart.

“You’ll be okay, Lando. But you have to let them help you.” I speak in a strained voice, feeling one of his hands come to wrap around my waist. I find his other hand and squeeze it, before that hand comes to rest under his helmet, “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“I don’t wanna go without you.” he whispers, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces at his soft plea for me to stay. But I know its useless.

"I'm so sorry, baby." The words feel forced out of my mouth with how much effort it takes it whisper them, "You gotta go. And I have to stay."

"Ollie, please..." He whispers, and I press a kiss to the spot on his helmet where his lips would be, then take his gloved hand on my waist and lift it to my lips and kiss his hidden knuckles. The barrier feels unfair, but I'm doing what I can.

"As soon as I can be, I will be by your side." I say as Jon reappears, the ambulance coming up screaming besides us.

"You promise?" Lando says under the sirens and the shouting and I nod.

"I swear on my life."

That's what ends up being enough, because Lando finally lets go of me after one more final kiss to the 'mouth' of his helmet. The medics and EMTs swarm us, carefully moving Lando who groans and gasps in pain. I can't imagine what injuries he might have as they slowly and carefully load him into the back of the ambulance. Jon speaks with Lando all the while, and right before the doors slam he turns to me and shouts,

"I've got him, Olivia!"

And all I can do is nod, blinking back tears as the doors shut. The second they're pulling away I find myself crying, full body shaking that wrecks me, and I manage to be pulled into the sanctuary of the Red Bull garage by Kylie and a few other employees before it can really be taken advantage of for media points.

But I know I'll keep on my promise. Especially when Christian tells me to just do one thing.

"Go."

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luffyvace · 4 months

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katsuki x male reader hcs

Yeah because yeah. Just yeah. I said I’d do them because yeah, so yeah :)

You being a male doesn’t really difference him he prob never thought of relationships in the first place

he didn’t even remember his classmate’s names at first

so he didn’t expect to come to UA and find a boyfriend at all

His only goal was to become the no. 1 hero

and still is

but now he has you to get to the top with him :)

and yes he will force and push you to do your best because he cares for you and wants you at the top next to him

no matter how lazy you are you’d best get up before he drags you

he prioritizes himself, always

but that doesn’t mean he cares about nothing else!

if someone says smth negative about your relationship……actualIy I highly doubt they’d say smth to his face 😂

this is a world where clock app and powers exist. I doubt people care about what sexuality you are

but for that one jerk that does-

your gonna have to physically stop kats from pummeling them

only joking

but seriously he’ll chew them out about it

it mostly consistent of (empty, but they don’t know that) threats and “mind your own business (calls out feature of theirs that look strange)”

THAT SHOULDN’T BE FUNNY BUT IT KINDA IS

anyway anyway

the “Baku squad” (it’s so strange to say now but let’s roll with it👌) is on your side

mina will also chew them out

denki is recording-

so is sero

kirishima is the one who gets Katsuki to finally walk away

and I mean he has to physically pull him

But outside of that the “baku squad” is very supportive and teasing towards you two

they mostly tease Kats, not you, because

they know he’ll get annoyed

they have to do it then run tho because he threats to blow them up

everytime-

sero and denki are the main victims of this

sometimes kiri joins in

mina mostly records- LOL

your either not there and Mina shows you the video (you tell her to send it to you so you can make fun of him forever)

or your there laughing in the background

if your friends with izuku it ticks him off

he doesn’t want you talking to his competition lol

it’s not him being possessive or anything he doesn’t care who you talk to

it’s just that the topic of izuku in general gets on his nerves

but that’s in like season 1-3 ish

by season 4 and up he’s pretty cool with it or whatever because now he just sees izuku as a person he has to exceed

not a insult punching bag

training together is……there needs to be a new word for brutality because that is NOT enough

seriously he’s not easing up for a second

if you don’t watch your back your getting FRIED

LOLLL

you switch between what training grounds you go to and he always chooses 🤦‍♀️

you have to have like a million water breaks because you always get so tired from how he relentlessly attacks you

no matter what approach you take 8.5 times out of 10 he wins

unless your on izuku, Todoroki, tokoyami level

or if your intelligent enough to outsmart him (bro you gotta get creative because don’t think for one second he’s too stupid to catch on)

at this point always assume he knows your plan/next move

because 70% of the time? He does.

it doesn’t matter what your quirk is or what you can physically do (as far as fighting and flexibility) you train in every aspect

so like rescue, fighting, timed bomb, etc

and yes you do get scolded by him

if your better than him tho!

He loves you and your his boyfriend butttt…

he low key sees you as competition too..

😅🤷‍♀️

he’s proud of you and confident in your abilities

he’ll even rely on you to go separate ways to defeat villains

but he still need to surpass you bro..

he’s not settling for 2nd place just because he loves you 😬🤷‍♀️

cooking together is fun if your good at it !!

otherwise…..

if your skilled in cooking you have your portion and he has his that he needs to cook

whoever finishes first does the plating

he likes cooking with you cuz you know what your doing

he doesn’t have to yell instructions

but if you don’t know..

yeah like I just said he’s yelling instructions

i sincerely hope you don’t burn the food

he’s kicking you out the kitchen 😐

your permanently banned💗 (you and denki twinning- joking!!)

spicy foods is definitely a thing

like 80% of his dishes have spice

so I sure hope you like that

otherwise I hope you can cook because you making your own meals

I mean he can make some without spice for you

but don’t bug him too much (asking for too many things like “oh and peppers, oh and onion, oh and garlic oh and-“)

studying together is like him studying with kirishima but 0.20% gentler

btw

if you have a messy dorm he scolds you and refuses to go in your dorm until you clean it

he’s germaphobic so he acts like your entire room is diseased 😀

if he can’t convince you to clean it he’ll get in there one day and do it himself

only if he has free time

and only because he can’t stand the thought that those germs exist

it bothers him even if he never sets foot in there🧍‍♀️

like seriously he gets the creepy crawlies just knowing they exist

He’s for sure not letting you in his dorm

if that’s the way you leave your own dorm….what’ll you’ll do to his??

how you present yourself shows who you are

so if he sees that when you first start dating??

yeah he’s going to reconsider dating you

if your relationship were to get serious he’d have to live with that !!

ain’t no way

he’d rather find out now and either nip it in the bun or end it😬🥲

if you keep your dorm clean he’s way more likely to go in there with you

to like chill you feel me?

him texting you/how he texts :3

”wya”

”we need more spices for dinner can you pick up some”

”where’s dofus he left my dorm disgusting.” (dofus is denki)

“What movie are we watching” (it’s time for movie night—it was a surprise)

”I’m going to the store do you need anything?”

”text me the grocery list”

”I told you to stop asking me for homework answers. If you’d do it yourself you wouldn’t fail your tests.”

“tell weird hair to answer my text”

”meet me at _____” (either a surprise date or to train, depends on location)

”do you want some ____” — “are your sure because I’m not giving you any if you ask for mine” — “I got you your own don’t ask me for nothing”

he texts really straight forward

also, a period at the end means he’s mad 👍

he uses abbreviations when needed but prefers to type it out because he’s not lazy

Lol-

These were fun!! Enjoy!!

Kats>>

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jlushie · 1 year

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Ahgg I'm sorry I don't want to spam your inbox but I just love the way you write about all the bachelors and bachelorettes!

It's always so adorable and heartwarming ❤️

Thank you for writing such wonderful stuff!

Oh and I have to say I love Sebastian and I'd love to see farmer trying to teach Sebastian how to take care of the farm and overall enjoy the outside more!

Oh, you aren't spamming my inbox at all! I'm glad you like my writing!

I'll be more than happy to write for our favorite emo frog boy lolol

Also love the jojo pfp

Sebastian with a Farmer who Tries to Get Him Out of His Shell <333

Okay, Sebastian is obviously not really an outdoorsy type of person... initially. The most enjoyment he'd get from going outside was when it was raining or snowing, and he just couldn't see anything great about the warmer seasons.

He also disliked doing hard labor for work, so farming and doing any outside work would be out of the question in the beginning.

However, you seemed to enjoy going outside so... He might as well try.

Before you two were officially together, he'd get out of his room just to see you. Sure, the weather didn't necessarily keep him in comfort on hot days, but he'd do anything to see you smile the way you do at him.

"Oh uh... Hey farmer. It's cool to see you... No... No, I'm good. It's just... a bit hot."

The same somewhat goes for farming work. He initially didn't even think about doing it before he saw how tired you were from it. He just wanted to see you get some rest, so he looked up farming tips before going to your house in the morning and helping you secretly with whatever work you needed.

He was a bit too shy to admit it was actually him, so you'd probably live in mystery for a while over the bizarre nature of your crops being watered.

Though, you may be able to piece it together when you tell him about it. He just smiles widely with how happy you seem with less work.

After you two get together, he'll try even harder to go outside with you, even if that means he's gotta take his hoodie off.

If it pleases you, then he'll farm with you in the mornings. He'll try whatever work you give him, but still may need guidance.

He'll try his best to listen to your farming lessons, but he's still fairly new to it. As long as your patient and understanding with him he won't get frustrated or anything.

He'd be great with more mechanical aspects of your farm, along with building fences and such too! He works on his motorcycle quite frequently and had an intelligent sister like Maru and a carpenter like his mom. While he isn't close to his family, he might have gotten a few skills from watching what they were doing.

Even if he does try really hard to go outside with you, he'd probably still prefer working inside. He'd most likely take a few breaks between going outside and farming.

Random, but I feel as if he's hum or something when he farms with you. He'll get a lil embarrassed if you catch him, but it also may end up with you two humming and/or singing together.

Overall, he tries pretty hard just to make you comfortable and happy! While it still might not be his favorite thing, he still finds some aspects to enjoy!

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley sebastian x reader #x reader #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley marriage #x you fluff #not proofread

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cowboybarzy · 10 months

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hey, could write to barzy where he and the reader are bffs, but he doesn't really like the reader's relationship with Lando Norris or Mason Mount. And they end up getting into a little conflict because barzy has feelings for her?

see it with the lights out — mat barzal

tysm for this request!! this is so exciting and combines my love for f1 and hockey <3 this is loosely based on ‘you’re in love’ by taylor swift and will be a 4 part series based on the chorus lyrics

hockey x f1 (mat barzal, lando norris) MASTERLIST

word count: 2.3k

ONE — you can hear it in the silence

may

"Hi, birthday boy." You jumped up from your seat when you saw your best friend walking up to your table. You gave Mat a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday.”

"Thank you." He patted you on the head then turned your attention to your boyfriend who had also stood up to wish him a happy birthday.

"Happy birthday, man. Glad you could come," Lando said, giving Mat a handshake. After the niceties were out of the way, you sat and started perusing the breakfast menu.

You were currently in Monaco to support your boyfriend Lando's formula one race weekend. You had been dating for almost a year now and this was your first weekend in Monaco. Probably the most famous race of all. It was even more special to be here because you best friend, Mat, traveled all this way from Vancouver to see the race as well. It was his first race, since he too was a busy athlete. His season ended a couple weeks ago however, so he was finally free to come see one.

You and Mat had been friends since kindergarten almost and even through his moving around a lot, you stayed very close. You even lived with him for a while when you needed a break after finishing your degree to figure out what you wanted to do with your life.

And that's when you met Lando. At a club in the city during one of his breaks from racing and you had been inseparable pretty much since. You fell hard and fast, living your life together with rose-colored glasses. You loved traveling with him, exploring beautiful countries all around the world and of course watching the races. While you didn't have much knowledge of Formula One before meeting Lando, you quickly became a fan. Formula One racers lived a very glamorous lifestyle; parties, designer clothes, and lots of fancy vacations. But it had it's downsides, too. Lando was constantly under scrutiny by the press and could barely go anywhere without being recognized. And that had affected you quiet a bit as well, as many people were wondering who the new girl on the paddock was. He was also very busy, but that made the time you did spend together more special.

"Oh, crap. I gotta go to practice." Lando stood after checking the time on his phone, gathering his things then he bent down to kiss you. "I already put my card down, so don't worry about this. See you later, love." You grabbed him by the hem of his shirt to kiss him again, then he turned to give Mat a handshake. After giving you a wink, he was gone.

"So," you turned your attention back to Mat, after watching your boyfriend walk away. "Where so you want to go shopping first?"

***

The whole weekend was filled with parties, shopping, exploring the city and even more parties. Lando was gone for a lot of it, but you loved catching up with Mat and spending time together without the pressure of him having to go back on the road again. You went shopping a lot, both of you spending way too much money, but when would you be back in this place? It was also Mat's birthday on Friday so you celebrated him thoroughly throughout the weekend, too. You had made a lot of friends in the F1 world this past year and were happily introducing Mat to all of them.

Mat and Lando had met before, but because of their crazy schedules, they didn't have much time to get to know each other. This weekend was perfect for both of your favorite people to get spend more time together. They both made an effort showing interest in each other, but you could tell there was tension. Mat wasn't too pleased of your new boyfriend, he was protective you, and Lando wasn't too comfortable with how close you and Mat were. But you just rolled your eyes at both their protectiveness over you since it didn't seem to cause any problems.

On Saturday you watched the qualifiers from the stands, having to explain all of the rules and regulations to Mat so that he would be ready for the big race on Sunday, which you watched from the McLaren pit. The race was amazing as always and you were so proud of Lando when he finished 9th. He's been having a bit of a rough season so having him score points in Monaco was very special.

"Congrats, baby! You did so good," you screamed over all of the post-race noise, when you finally got to hug your boyfriend. He was sweaty and out of breath, but he kissed you deeply. He hugged tightly and spun you around, not caring about the crowd around you.

"Thank you," he whispered before pressing another kiss to your cheek and releasing you. He got many more people congratulating him, including Mat, before he was pulled away for interviews again. So you waited in his dressing room, like you always did, except that Mat was there too.

"That was a lot of fun," Mat remarked, recalling the race as he leaned against the small table in the room.

"Yeah, it gets pretty addicting." You we're still coming down from the high of the race, but when you saw Mat's grim expression on his face, your excitement faltered. You could tell he was faking a smile, as he looked around the room and saw you settled comfortably right in the center. Silent looks passed between the two of you and you could tell Mat wanted to say something, but was holding back. He did for a few more minutes before he gave in.

"So, this is your life now?" He gestured around the room, F1 merchandise and memorabilia hanging on the walls. You could see a bit of judgement in his eyes, that made your stomach upset.

"Yes. And?" You were confused why he seemed upset, especially after the great weekend you had. He was always protective over you, every since your playground days, but you hated when he judged you for the guys you were dating.

"This is what you want? You're happy?" He paused after each question and you didn't really answer. "You and Lando, eh?"

"Yes! Why– What are you trying to say?" You we're getting upset, but your conversation was quickly interrupted by none other than Lando himself. He walked in with a grin on his face, his suit unzipped and a drink in his hand. He nodded over to Mat, before plopping down on the sofa beside you and pulling you into a hug and gently placing his lips on yours. You pulled away after a couple of seconds, aware that Mat was just a couple of feet away, but Lando's lips lingered until he was sure Mat was pissed off enough.

Mat watched the two of you, with his jaw clenched, as you talked quietly and Lando's hand touched your cheek with intimacy that he had wanted to do for so long. While he respected Lando as an athlete, and somewhat of a person, he couldn't stand you being with him. He had taken you away from him. You were always busy now, off traveling the world and partying. The first he wanted to do with you, like you always talked about as kids and he didn't like that some other guy was offering all of that to you. And the ladder, he wanted to protect you from. He knew you and therefore knew that while you did love going out, you weren't the person to get wasted all of the time and go clubbing. You had changed since you started dating him and he didn't like what he was doing to you, especially since he couldn't be around all of the time to keep you in check.

On the other hand, he also felt bad about feeling this way, since although you had changed you did seem happy and it wasn't like his job would allow him to take you traveling around the world. And deep down he knew his feeling towards you were probably just acting up and making him believe the worst in Lando out of jealousy.

***

The next couple of days consisted of more parties before you flew back home to Vancouver with Mat where you caught up with your family and friends that you hadn't seen in a while. Things had been a bit weird between you and Mat since that unfinished conversation but neither of you brought it up again, so you just dropped it.

And before you knew it, you were back in Monaco. You had always loved traveling, but before Lando you had never spend this much time on an airplane. Not that you were complaining. Lando had this weekend off and of course wanted to spend the few days with you.

"I really like this," Lando murmured against your skin as he ran his fingers over your new bikini, admiring your body. You chuckled and traced your lips along his cheek.

"I thought you would." He lifted his head and smiled against your lips, before closing the minimal gap and kissing you deeply. He pressed you against the yacht bathroom wall, in which you currently hiding from all of the people you were spending your vacation with. Your bare leg wrapped around his hip to keep him close and make it easier to grind against him.

Suddenly, the small door opened. "Oh, shit! Sorry!" Your head turned to see Mat slap his hand over his eyes, then slamming the door back shut. Your head fell against Lando's shoulder with a giggle.

"Why is he here?"

"Lando! Be nice!" You pinched his side in response. He shrugged and gave you a sweet innocent smile. While it seemed that your boyfriend and best friend got along, you knew they were only pretending for your sake. First Mat had insinuated not being Lando's biggest fan and now Lando, too, was admitting not liking him as much as you had hoped he would. He had rolled his eyes when you told him Mat would be tagging along to your Monaco vacation. "We haven't seen each other in a while. We're just catching up."

"He looks at you like he wants to sleep with you." The laugh that bursted out of you surprised you, but you found the idea of you and Mat sleeping together humorous. "I'm serious! I swear he was taking your your top off with his eyes earlier. And only I get to do that!"

You rolled your eyes, still chuckling. "Don't worry, he's just protective. He's always been like this."

"Mh, well maybe for a reason."

"We're friends. That's it. He might have pretended to be my boyfriend a few times to get me out of uncomfortable situations at bars, but that's it." He grumbled, but chose to believe you and drop the topic when your hand snuck to your back and pulled on the bikini string, making it fall to the bathroom floor.

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“Stop!,” Mat shouted and pointed the shower head up to where you were standing leaning over the railing. You ducked quickly to avoid getting sprayed by the water.

“You need to post more on insta,” you justified your taking pictures of him as he was getting out of the ocean and rinsing off. “Your female following will appreciate it very much. Well, let’s not kid ourselves, even the guys will eat it up.”

He rolled his eyes with a laugh and sprayed you again. Your boat day included jet skies and waterboarding and Mat had just finished his turn. Although you gave it a try, you much preferred tanning and watching the guys have fun, so you stayed on the boat.

“Let me see.” He reached for your phone as he climbed the stairs to the main deck. You walked over to the little sofa that was partially covered from the sun and grabbed drinks before you settled on it. As he scrolled through your camera roll, he gave some approving nods and grunts.

“See this one is good.” You stopped him at a picture you just took of him rinsing off. “Very much instagram material. Everyone will appreciate it.”

He ignored your grin. “I just posted pictures a couple weeks ago.”

“Oh, so now you’re going to stay radio silent for the next six months?”

“Better than posting every minute.”

“I do not do that!,” you exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder. He chuckled and muttered ‘sure’. You tried to get another punch in, but he caught your hand and wrapped his arm around you so were pressed against him and couldn’t move anymore. The laugh got caught your throat as you looked up to meet his gaze.

His green eyes sparkled, still a bit red from his ocean dip just a few minutes ago, as he looked down at you. You were suddenly really aware that you both were very naked and that confused you, since you’d seen each other like this plenty of times. His skin was hot against yours, sending heatwaves down your spine. His eyes bounced between your eyes and lips and you got this funny feeling in your stomach when you realized you wanted him to kiss you.

“Some things are better kept private.”

And the longer you sat in silence, looking at each other, the more you thought he wasn’t talking about posting on social media.

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#11: I See Things (S3E12)

Something I appreciate so much is that Richonne's journey is a love story, not a fairytale. Their story feels grown and grounded, healthy, and realistic, while also feeling perfect and aspirational between two flawed people doing their best in a broken world. And through each season of their slow burn, we got to organically watch the many building blocks of what makes their love so genuinely strong and special. So I cherish these early moments that laid Rick and Michonne's foundation, especially here in my favorite scene from the masterpiece OG Richonne ep that is Clear...

Rick, Michonne, and Carl pack up to leave King County after a stellar episode with both Rick and Morgan’s storyline and Carl and Michonne’s storyline. The acting was superb all across the board in this ep. 👏🏽

The three really do look like a family as they pack up and head out. And in their own ways, this scene has Carl and Rick both telling Michonne...

I love that it just took one trip for Carl to be completely warmed up to Michonne. And he admits this in the best possible way to his dad. Because Rick, in such a dad way, asks if everything went okay with her, and again, I always feel like Rick really really wants the answer to be yes because deep down he knows he wants Michonne around.

And to me, it isn’t just Rick asking if everything went okay on their trip but if everything is okay with Michonne as a whole. This episode was about Rick and Carl beginning to truly accept Michonne and learn that not only does she not have a problem, but in fact she is the beautiful solution to so much in their life.

It’s also just great to watch this scene back knowing Rick is asking Carl about the woman who will become his wife and mother to all three of his children. 🥰

And then I will forever love Carl saying, “I think she might be one of us.” Just the absolute best. 😭 That statement is the gospel truth too. And it’s so meaningful because of how much Michonne will end up being not just a vital member of tf but a true blue member and matriarch of the Grimes family.

Michonne truly belongs in this group and this Grimes family, and I love that intuitive little Carl picked up on that so quickly. That seal of approval from him is huge because it allows Rick to feel like he can slowly but surely stop fighting the clear undeniable connection between himself and Michonne.

I also absolutely love Rick’s dramatic reaction to Carl saying Michonne is one of them. He can’t hide that this is great news to him, and you know Rick's extra side is so loved by me. 😋

Rick acts taken aback and asks, "What?" and I think part of it is actually being surprised that Carl made such a big statement because he could have just said 'yeah she was cool' but instead Carl lets him know she’s truly meant to be with them. And also part of the reaction is because our man Rick has for sure been catching some sorta feelings, even if just the earliest stages of attraction.

I know Rick's happy to hear his son likes her as much as he deep down wants to like her too. Also I really don't think Rick would be having a low-key tickled reaction like this over just any newcomer getting a good report.

Then Carl is just the cutest when he gives a little laugh and tells Rick "Everything went okay." This is all just so precious, especially after Michonne helped Carl retrieve a photo of his family all while planting the seed of Grimes 2.0 at the very same time.

And think about it - this moment is occurring so freshly after losing his mom. Carl probably hasn’t had many smiling moments since then, so I know it means the world to Rick to see that Carl and Michonne bonded and that she brought some joy back into his son's life. She's the best. 🥰

Then, because our lovely leading man is always expressive when it comes to his kids and Michonne, Rick has the biggest smile hearing this.

And again, we gotta be so for real for a second because this smile from him is not just cuz it in-general worked out with a newcomer. I feel this is specific to Michonne. Because like I said, Rick really wanted Michonne to check out (partly so he could keep checking her out🤭) and so he’s really glad to hear that she more than did.

I love that even this early, Michonne is putting smiles on Rick and Carl’s faces. After everything they’ve been through leading up to this ep, it’s refreshing to see.

So Rick is happy, but then he pauses as tho he’s seeing something - likely Ghost Lori. And my theory has long been that Ghost Lori stayed showing up in moments like these to let Rick know his soulmate had now arrived and he should get with Michonne, just like Lori got with her soulmate while Rick was in a coma.💁🏽‍♀️ 😋

Like I just know in this moment Lori's ghost was looking at Rick like...

It’s interesting how we the audience don’t see what he’s hallucinating like we have in other episodes. I like this choice tho because in just seeing Rick staring off it shows how much Michonne was able to read and understand him.

Like all Rick was doing was standing there, and from the outside looking in, it could easily be missed that he was having another hallucination - but Michonne knew Rick was having a moment of seeing things cuz she gets him. Always has. 😌

So Michonne notices it right away and her look of care and concern is really sweet. Throughout the series, Michonne so often looks at Rick like her heart is tugged by this honorable man in all his humanness.

I also love that she brings it up. She could’ve just noticed him seeing things and not said anything, especially because it’s personal and they're still mostly strangers. But this choice to bring it up immediately established that she and him can talk on a deeper level, even this early in the relationship.

And it shows Rick that he doesn’t have to feel misunderstood or ashamed for these episodes he's been having. Someone else sees it, and not only that - relates to it too.

So she gently asks if he saw something and Rick silently looks surprised that she could tell exactly what was happening.

Michonne says, "I know you see things - people." And then in one of the first examples of Richonne doing their signature thing of leveling with each other through being vulnerable, she tells Rick she used to talk to her dead boyfriend. Saying reassuringly, “It happens.” I repeat, Michonne is the best. 👑

It is lovely to see Michonne open up about this, and I love how innately she knew she could share this with Rick. We saw in a s3 scene by a fire with Michonne and Andrea that Michonne was not the type to fully open up about her past family, and yet here with Rick she's willing to share something personal and offer up this part of herself. It just further suggests that Rick and Michonne have a different and uniquely intrinsic connection. And I repeat - they trusted each other before they knew they trusted each other.

It’s also sweet that Michonne is willing to be vulnerable to help Rick feel less alone. This is such a big reason why their union is so special. With each other, they're never in it alone.

They are cut from the same cloth and understand each other deeply. And despite living in a world that would suggest you should always have your guard up, I love that Michonne and Rick instead allowed themselves to open up to each other, slowly but surely. 🥰

Also, more and more, I realize that the making of Richonne was actually so obvious from season 3 forward, and especially here in Clear.

Like this episode really plants the seed of Rick, Michonne, and Carl becoming a whole family because that family theme runs all throughout.

I mean even just the fact that the episode takes place in Rick and Carl's old hometown, bringing only Michonne on this run where she gets to gain insight into the past of her future husband and son, R&M essentially co-parenting together when Michonne offers to go with Carl to get the crib, and then Carl wanting the family photo and needing Michonne's help to retrieve it, and then Michonne finally opening up a bit about her family.

Richonne was looking like Morgan's apartment in this ep because, honey...

So then Rick is quiet for a sec after Michonne addresses him seeing things and letting him know it happens, and I know deep down he appreciates this moment from her. It's a rare moment of someone looking at him not to lead or provide an answer but simply to know he's not crazy or on his own.

And then Rick definitely gets flirty as he asks her if she wants to drive. (and again, letting Michonne drive is another establishment of trust) Also, I just love that throughout their pre-canon era, Michonne is the one Rick most wanted to be sociable with from team family.

I adore this scene for being the first moment of flirting between them as he asks if she wants to drive and she smiles and says "yeah." Rick then says "good" and takes the scene to new levels of adorable with his playful flirty energy when he adds, “Cuz I see things” and hands her the keys to his heart and the car. 😊

It’s a nice way for him to admit Michonne was right that he sees things but still keep things light. And it's adorable how quickly Rick would go into flirtation mode with Michonne, even this early on.

(Side note: Y'all sometimes I used to want a body language expert who has never seen TWD to analyze these pre-canon Richonne scenes because I just know they'd confirm that Rick and Michonne's pre-canon moments read as more than platonic. But truly there is no body language expert needed for it to be known that Rick's energy is flirtatious here.)

And same for Michonne's energy afterward because I love how she smiles as she holds the keys and watches him go. #SmittenKitten 😋

They’re both real fond of each other, y’all. Even in season 3. Like this moment lets you know Rick and Michonne really do have “common interests” lol.

And while of course Rick and Michonne are still on their own individual healing journeys atp so they aren't yet aware that they're meant to be, it's still nice that in this scene they at least now know they like each other as people.

I love that Michonne who can read people so well, knew Rick was a good man doing his best in this world as a leader and father, and as she closes the trunk she looks like she knows she might have found her new home with these people, which I love that for her. 🙌🏽

This beautiful scene is just such a great and foundational moment in Rick and Michonne's love story and gives an excellent peek into how their dynamic will be going forward as they evolve into a husband and wife. 👏🏽

And how spoiled are we that Gimple was planting the Richonne seeds back when he was writing for Season 3 (before Richonne's journey had even aired for us to see), and now here we are 11 years later with Scott, Danai, and Andy having created a whole miniseries dedicated to Richonne and constantly confirmed to be an epic love story. 🤩🥳🤗

Like this is me and every Richonners' energy for a reason lol...

I'm forever thankful to Danai, Andy, and Scott for loving Richonne like we do and returning to give Rick and Michonne Grimes closure. And I'm grateful that we stan a married ship that always flourishes within the actual franchise. #WinningSinceTheBeginning 🥰

There's also just something so poetic about the fact that way back during the season 3 Clear days, Scott said Danai was able to pick up on the Richonne trajectory because she was a writer - and now we'll have the privilege to watch a whole TOWL episode written by the illustrious talent Danai, herself, as she gets to help shape the final chapter of Richonne's years-long love story. What. A. Journey. 😭🙌🏽

So as the classic and fitting 'Home' song concludes this phenomenal 3.12 ep and the three drive away, it shows how these three entered that town as strangers and left as a family more than they could ever imagine. They didn't know it entirely yet, but after Clear, Rick, Michonne, and Carl were on pace to become home to each other.

Imo, Richonne was written in the stars from the moment they laid eyes on each other at at that prison fence. But after Clear, it was set in stone, with no going back, that Richonne was bound to happen. They were too perfect together, too much passion and attraction emitting from them in these early stages for it to not eventually blossom into more.

Rick and Michonne were destined to be Mr. and Mrs. Grimes. And heartwarming scenes like this just made that so, well, clear. 😌🤍

#thank you Clear 🥂#thank you birthday girl Danai & Andy & Scott 🥳#and thank y'all for reveling with me from 30-11 🙏🏽#now let the top 10 begin! 🎊😏#richonne #top 30 #number 11 #rick x michonne #twd 3.12 #reveling in richonne #twd towl #the ones who live

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 6 months

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A walk in the woods

Week 1 of the Winter Writing Challenge

Prompt: "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Summary: Frankie talks you into taking a walk to the local farm to pick out a Christmas tree.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Rating: G

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

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This was not how you had planned to spend your Saturday. It had been snowing all week. And with having to leave the house for work every single day, you were looking forward to catching up on housework and not leaving the house. Or wear pants.

People were going fucking crazy the closer Christmas came and you were looking forward to not dealing with stupid people for at least 48 hours.

Maybe bake a cake.

Or talk Frankie into spending the whole day cuddling on the couch while watching some shitty Christmas movie on TV.

Frankie and you had only moved to this neighbourhood three months ago.

You had gotten the job offer you had always dreamed of. The only problem was that it was in another state, far away from all your friends and family.

Ready to decline the offer, it was Frankie who told you to take it. Who made plans with you, talked to real estate agents to find the perfect home for the two of you. More than once you asked him if he was sure it was the right thing to do.

And he, like the perfect man he was, told you everything would be okay as long as you two were together.

Moving states also meant moving to a whole other climate with actual seasons, leaving you to experience your first real winter in twenty years.

„I can’t believe you talked me into this,“ you pouted, zipping up your winter coat. Frankie grinned at you, wrapping a scarf around your neck, kissing your nose.

Bella, your three year old Jack Russel terrier was already excitedly circling around the two of you, waiting to get outside.

„Come ooon. It stopped snowing for the first time in days. We’re just walking up to the Farm to find the perfect Christmas tree, and then we can go home,“ he hummed.

You sighed.

„I put on pants for you. I was looking forward to no pants today,“ you dramatically whined.

He grinned.

„I’ll help you get out of them later,“ he winked before he kissed you.

Okay this… wasn’t so bad.

When you got to the farm they had hot drinks and some snacks. The area was huge, so you did not see many people on the hunt for the perfect Christmas tree, which you found rather quickly, letting Frankie handle the reservation and making a date to pick it up at the end of the next week.

You powered out your dog in the meantime. Forming and throwing snow balls for her which she tried to catch with her little snout, barking at you when it disappeared and coming back for more.

You picked her up after a while, just in time for Frankie to be finished, making his way back to you.

„Ready to go home?“ He asked, taking your hand. You nodded and he took Bella from you to set her down, taking her leash.

„Let’s take the way back through the woods,“ he kissed you softly and you smiled.

„Okay I gotta admit, getting out of the house wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,“ you said as you slowly walked through the woods, back to you house. You looked up at Frankie who was still holding your hand, smiling up at him.

Sometimes you were scared of how much you loved him.

Things hadn’t always been easy, but you grew with every challenge, choosing to work through your problems, coming out stronger every single time.

Frankie was your person, and he would not get rid of you so easily.

„Told you so,“ Frankie said. Bella barked in that moment, making you both laugh.

„You know I have to admit I was scared to just pack up our life and leave. And sometimes I miss our life back in California, well, I miss the people but… I’m glad you talked me into taking the job.“

„Couldn’t let my girl say no to her dream job. You are killing it. And honestly, I miss our friends too, but it’s also nice to have you all to myself,“ Frankie stopped walking and pulled you into his arms, kissing you. You wrapped your arms behind his back, smiling against his lips.

„I’m so proud of you baby,“ he whispered and you pecked his lips.

„Proud of you too. Three months and already getting promoted. We are killing this adult life thing,“ you kissed him again, both of you chuckling. Frankie had quickly found a job as a helicopter pilot for local emergency services.

Parting from him you took his hand and started walking again.

„I’m freezing. Let’s get home,“ you said, only to cry out in surprise when the wind picked up and a whole bunch of snow from the trees above dumped down on both of you.

„Oh my god,“ you began to laugh, wiping your eyes with your glove, Frankie’s hand still in yours.

„What the fuck?“ Frankie laughed and you shook your head to get the remains of the snow off of you. You were still laughing when Frankie let go of you hand, and you looked at him just in time to see him dropping down to one knee in front of you.

First alarmed that he had hurt himself you frantically searched for any injury when you noticed the small velvet box in his hand.

Eyes widening your mouth dropped open in surprise, watching him smile cheekily up at you.

„Frankie…“ you whispered.

„Baby… I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask this question. I should have done this a long time ago, because I knew you were the one on the day that we met. I was pretty much in love with you the moment you walked through the door of the coffee shop where we met. These last years… Fuck I’ve never been so happy in my life and I keep waking up every day next to you, waiting that something is gonna happen, but all you do is love me for me. It’s… I love you. So much. And I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and making you smile and laugh and cum…“ he winked and you laughed, tears in the corner of your eyes.

„I love you baby, will you marry me?“ He finally asked and you nodded.

„Of course I’ll marry you Frankie,“ you smiled and he seemed to breath out relieved. It was only then that you realised he had opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring. He got up from his knee, taking your hand and slowly pulling your glove off.

„This ring was my grandmother’s. She and my pa were married for 64 years before they both died,“ he explained, taking the ring out of its box.

It was a golden band with a small green stone.

„It’s an emerald. Apparently it’s known as a symbol of truth and love,“ he explained while slipping the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly.

„It’s beautiful,“ you whispered and he looked at you.

„Yeah?“ He asked.

You nodded.

He kissed you then, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

„We’re gonna get married,“ he whispered in between kisses.

„We’re gonna get married,“ you giggled back, your hand playing with the hair that was in his neck.

Bella barked and you both looked down at her, having forgotten about her for a moment. She had found a huge branch, her whole body shaking excitedly as she nudged her nose against it, waiting for someone to throw it for her.

You both laughed.

„Come on, let’s get home,“ you said and he nodded. He carefully helped you put your glove back on, kissing your hand, before one of his arms pulled you against his side.

„I gotta get my fiancé out of her pants,“ he whispered against your ear and you let your head fall against his shoulder.

Happier than ever before.

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bronx-bomber87 · 6 months

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Happy Monday Lovely fandom. Not a ton in these episodes for them. Gonna combine these two. Thank you for idea D ❤️ These are my least fav of the season. Not gonna lie whenever I reach the Simone eps in a rewatch I skip around her stuff LOL Never resonated with me. So it’s funny the first ep is called Simone and I won’t really be covering her much at all. Probably be a shorter one with some crumbs. Let’s get going though shall we?

4x19 Simone/4x20 Enervo

We start off with an actual bang. John and Lucy respond to a suspicious activity call. It's near a power station in Griffith Park. They find a bomb and get out just in time but not before they’re thrown to the ground by the blast. They get thrown pretty damn far and are fairly banged up. It's insane how much damage they took even clearing the building.

Tim shows up to the scene and does a worried husband look I love. Checking in on her by doing a once over once he makes it to them. Does a silent check in as he reports it’ll take 12 hours to fix the damaged power station. The silent check in is everything. Once again it’s the little things I cherish especially in low content episodes. It's subtle but noticeable once you know it's there. Trying to contain his concern with her all banged up. It’s ok love your wifey is fine hehe

I love these two shots for quite a few reasons. One you know I love the tall/smol shots. I wish I could put into words why I love it so very much. It’s just aesthetically pleasing is one of the reasons I suppose. All I know is I’m a sucker for it. Second how in-sync they are in their movements and how they mirror one another in the second one.

Third the lack of personal space. Especially in that first gif. Theme of this season I adore so much. Always that gravitational pull of theirs. Lastly look at them. They’re gorgeous just standing next to one another. Also it is unfair Lucy is covered in dirt and soot and looks amazing still. Not fair haha

Oh right there’s a SL too LOL Not me just gawking at them haha The feds show up because this is a terrorist attack. They ask Nolan and Lucy about what they remember about the bomb. Nolan of course is no help. Smh Lucy is able to describe little better for them. FBI says they’re taking over from here. Grey fights it since John and Lucy were almost killed discovering the bomb. Garza concedes and they’re able to work together on this one.

We rejoin our ship headed towards National Guard Armory. They’ve deduced this guys real target was this. Reason he shut down the power was to gain access inside there. They’re en-route to catch him. They find out he’s already on the move and they’ve gotta catch him. Which leads us to this car chase. First off let’s note Lucy getting to drive in this intense moment. It is more common these days for them. I just love seeing Tim trust her so implicitly nowadays. That this is new normal for them. *heart clutch*

Control freak in him has eased up quite a bit with her at least. Maybe not with anyone else LOL Once again it's the little things to love. The spurts of growth. They make me happy. Anyways dude stole a friggin Humvee so taking him down will not be easy. Nolan says they need to stop this guy. No shit John...What do you think the purpose of this chase is? To have fun at a high speeds in a shop for kicks?

Sometimes the words out of his mouth floor me..and not in a good way. Tim is using his military experience in this moment. (Yum) Explains why that’s not going to be easy. He’s basically encased himself in a mini tank. Their usual pit maneuver isn’t going to work on this guy. Nolan offering up another solution. I adore the silent communication and the look. That automatic instinct to check in with each other. I'll never be over it. I love watching them in the field so very much. Just a well oiled machine. Tim is considering Nolan’s suggestion then checking in with wifey before executing it. Love it.

Tim explains their plan to Nolan while Lucy listens in. Tim advices they both hit the doors. Tells them it has to be at the same time though. To avoid the wheels at all costs. Lucy needing to know the why of course. Asks why they can’t hit the tires? Tim explains they’ll die and be a cautionary tale for future rookies LOL Gotta love Lucy questioning why they can't in the middle of a high speed chase. I'm sure she wasn't expecting that to be his answer ha.

Her comment about her mom cracks me up. Anything to prove to her mother she’s wrong and she is right about being a cop. Her first thought not being she’ll die. No it’ll be about her mother being right about her career choice. Lmao Oh Lucy Chen I love you. Also I relate to this train of thought all too well sadly. I do love her saying they’ll be disgraced together. Be more married please.

Tim doesn’t even fight her on this thought. Lucy basically saying if I’m going down you’re coming with. Tim isn’t fighting her at all. His silence is saying lead the way. They’re in this together and I love that so very much. Being a literal ride or die right now in this moment.

I love me some crumbs in a low content ep. Also only they could banter during a high pressure situation and still get the job done. I love them so much. They are successful but find out the driver isn’t their guy but a decoy. Wah Wah.

They regroup at the station after their chase. Nolan asking Lucy if she got any sleep? She then calls out Tim for getting some. Not only does she call him out but nicknames him 'Sleeping beauty.' Looking directly at him the entire time. Making sure he know she is talking about him and only him. All aboard the flirt train Nolan is an unwilling participant in the matter haha

Such blatant flirty flirts. Tim fires back a sassy reply to her jab. Just openly flirting and doing heart eyes out in the open. Ain’t no thang this season lol Shoots back not to be jealous he was allowed to sleep and she hasn’t. Lucy’s reaction is the best. That fond exasperation they’ve had all season long. So used to her husband antics at this point but has to let him know she’s annoyed at him. Damnit I love them sfm.

They end up finding his base of operations. Lucy of course breaking the case. Cause she’s brilliant finds a word he’s written down by doing an etching off a wall he used. ‘Enervo’ Garza telling them it means 'To deprive of power.' John asks Tim what the military’s first target is? I love watching Tim flex his military background again. It’s sexy af. Seriously gets me hot and bothered *fans self* Tim and Lucy cracking this case right open. You’re welcome everyone haha That’s it for this one. Low content one since it was meant to launch rookie feds. Next one has even less so this is why we’re combining them.

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Side notes-Non Chenford

I do love when Nyla and Angela work together. Two bad ass woman just doing their jobs like confident BAMFS.

4x20 Enervo.

We find out he’s rented U-Haul’s and it’s going to take out the biggest roads with them. Crippling the city and killing thousands. They can't get a warrant right away to track them so everyone is in on the hunt. As always I love watching them in action in the field. That second gif their cop eyes have been activated. You can see them combing the street together. They’re so in-sync as they search the streets for one of the five U-Haul’s. I could go on and on about how much I love their work dynamic I really could. But I'll stop there ha

The trucks are divided up into states. Cause well that’s U-haul haha if you’ve ever driven one you’d know. Always got graphics or other states on them. One has already exploded unfortunately so they're down to 4 trucks that need to be found. Lucy and Tim spot ‘Florida’ and are in pursuit of it. I love how calm they look. They’re chasing down a bomb and look determined af. Like I said before well oiled machine. The gifs above represent that. They are poetry in motion in the field. What made 5x22 battle scene so epic. Was that on steroids ha

That’s kinda it for them in this one. I can add this last lovely gif of them in the field. Seeing how they move in motion together. It is impressive to see how in-sync they always are. Shared brain thing I love so much. I’m sorry there isn’t more. I mean it’s not my fault but I’m still sorry LOL

We shouldn’t hit this again. Even the light one in S5 is really good and would fill a review well so this will be the last scant ep for them. Probably won’t combine them again ha

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Side notes-non chenford

Smitty reporting in he got ‘Utah’ Grey being ecstatic and saying he took back every negative thing ever said about him. Poor Smitty is all sad ‘You’ve said negative things about me?’ LMAO

Thank you as always for those who like, comment and reblog these reviews. You’re all amazing and I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know. Shall see you all in 4x21 :)

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Hey!! I know your not taking requests right now but I had a great idea for an imagine with Nolan Moyle and your writing is amazing so I thought you would do a great job when your ready! Imagine being blanks sister and it’s your first year at umich (either your first year or you transferred over) and blanks tells Nolan to watch out for you, the two of you end up getting closer and eventually catch feelings, but Nolan feels uncomfortable about it because your blanks little sister! Eventually you start dating and blanks accepts it!

Like imagine Nolan saying “you think I wanted to fall for my best friends sister” in the middle of a fight about wanting to be together!

No rush just wanted to send it in! Thanks girl 🤍🤍

uh oh - nolan moyle

word count: 7.0k words

note: its! finally! here! just a warning that this includes a semi-toxic age gap relationship (she's a freshman) so if that makes you uncomfortable, dni! also.. loosely based on uh oh by tate mcrae

"Y/n Blankenburg" You spin around with a big smile on your face at the familiar voice.

"Grano, fancy seeing you here" You were at one of the first frat parties of the year, it was packed full of people and you hadn't even thought about reaching out to any of your brother's friends to see if they'd be here tonight.

"Why the hell haven't you been around the house yet? You know you're always welcome there"

"I would rather die before stepping foot in that house" You grimace at the reminder of the very few glimpses you've had into that house while your brother lived there.

"Fair enough" Grano shrugged. "Look, I've gotta go find the guys but don't be a stranger, alright?" You nodded, giving him a quick hug before moving on, pushing past him and heading further into the party.

...

It had been a month of going to random parties, meeting new friends, catching up with most of the guys you knew on the hockey team, all while trying to stay on top of your classes.

You were honestly proud of yourself for being so organized because after everything Nick told you about how overwhelming his first couple weeks of college was, you truly were preparing for the worst.

However, that was what you worried about during the week and since it was finally Friday night, classes were the last thing on your mind. A new weekend brought new parties and tonight was being held at none other than the senior hockey house.

It was some sort of season kickoff thing; you weren’t too sure, one of the guys had told you about it the other day and insisted you come so it wasn’t like you were going to turn that down.

As soon as you step into the house, there’s an arm being thrown around your shoulder. “Glad you could make it”

You look up to see Johnny grinning down at you which makes you smile back. Johnny was one of the guys on the team that you’d become friends with. Him, Luke, and Luca were all in your business class and since you knew Luke from seeing him a few times last year when you came to visit your brother, he immediately called you over to sit with them, claiming that if you were even half as smart as Nick that you’d be a great addition to their little group.

“You think I’d miss it?” Johnny laughed, shaking his head a little, tightening his arm to pull you the slightest bit closer.

“C’mon, let’s get you a drink” You let him walk you through the party, making your way to the kitchen which was just as packed as the rest of the house. You recognized a few of the guys in the kitchen but didn’t know them well enough to start a conversation so you stayed in your spot next to Johnny, letting him pour whatever it is he was making for you.

“Y/n!” Luke spotted you and his loud voice stole the attention of all his teammates who you could now feel their eyes on you. Luke pulled you into his side, giving you a half-assed hug before explaining to the guys that you were Nick’s sister. You fell into an easy conversation with the group, more often just listening to them talk but you didn't mind. None of your friends could come tonight so really, you were hoping that either Luke, Johnny, or Luca would let you hang around them anyways.

As the night went on, you stayed close to Luke or Johnny, never really leaving their side. Your group mostly stayed in the kitchen, some breaking off to go play beer pong but they were always replaced by other teammates. Your drink was kept full by the guys which you definitely weren't complaining about, not even after Dylan challenged you to go shot for shot with him; you had to tap out after five but it was a valiant effort.

You stumbled through to the living room in search of the bathroom, pushing through the crowd of people. You turn the wrong way, ending up in an even more congested area of the room. Suddenly, you feel a big body colliding with your back, sending you flying forwards without enough time to brace yourself.

You're mentally preparing for impact when someone grabs you, their hands wrapping around your arms, holding you up and practically against their chest.

"You good?" Your head is still spinning a bit from the sudden jostling mixed with all the alcohol that's currently circulating your body but when you look up to see Nolan, it all seems to stop.

"Yeah" Your head felt cloudy and- woah they're playing your favourite song. "Dance with me" You shake out of his hold and reach for his hand instead, pulling him into the crowd of people dancing.

"I don't want to dance, I was going to get a drink" Nolan complained, talking close to your ear so that you could hear him over the music.

"Here" You thrust your half empty white claw into his hand and watch him make a face before tilting it up to take a sip. "Now dance"

You didn't wait for a response, spinning around and holding his hand before placing it on your waist, forcing him to dance with you. He lasted longer than you'd initially guessed, dancing haphazardly to the first song, mostly just swaying with you while he drained the rest of your drink. Over the next few songs, Nolan got more and more into it until eventually, you were plastered to his front, practically grinding against him to whatever song was playing.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” His voice was rough and the way his fingers tightened on your waist made you lightheaded.

“Nolan-” You sigh, turning around to face him.

“What?” There was panic in his eyes as they searched your face, terrified that he took it a step too far.

“This is your house” You say which makes him look around, apparently just now remembering that you were indeed standing in the middle of his living room.

“Shit” He smiles, laughing at himself a little and you shake your head.

“We can go to mine? My roommate is staying at her boyfriend’s tonight”

“Yeah... yeah let’s go” He led you to the door, not even bothering saying goodbye to anyone. He ordered an uber, not exactly wanting to walk across campus at this point which you didn't mind. It got there quickly and before you knew it, you were in the back of the car, trying to keep some sort of space between you two out of respect for the poor middle-aged woman driving you.

Nolan however, didn't provide that courtesy and was desperately grabbing at you, trying to get as much physical contact as possible. After a couple minutes of gently pushing his hands away, you gave in, letting him

As soon as you were out of the car, Nolan was practically on you, holding you close and not letting you break the kiss, even as you tried to open the door to your building. Eventually, you break away with a giggle and twist around to focus on getting the code in right. Nolan made himself busy peppering kisses all over your neck.

Getting up to your dorm was another challenge but you finally made it, opening the door and pushing Nolan in gently, kicking the door closed behind you.

"Wait-" Nolan breaks away from you, it was like reality had just set in as soon as you got past the door.

"What?" You were trying not to sound too annoyed but he was really killing the mood.

"I can't do this Y/n" He finally makes eye contact with you and you mumble out a soft 'why'.

"You're basically a child" Nolan said slowly while gently pushing you away from him.

"I'm 18" You argued back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. "I am not a child"

"We're literally in a dorm room right now" Nolan laughed dryly and you huffed, backing down from him.

"So it wasn't a problem until we got back to my dorm? That's stupid, Nolan... even for you" He pauses, shooting you a quick glare before refocusing.

"Your brother told me to keep an eye out for you, to make sure you don't get in trouble" He knew better than to get involved with his best friend's younger sister but then he looked at you and all common sense flew out the window.

"Then don't get me into trouble" Nolan can't hold back his smile at that which makes you grin. "Nick isn't my dad, he doesn't really get a say in what I do"

"But-"

"You can stay or go, I don't care Nolan. Just make a decision" You sighed, slipping past him to open the door. You get it an inch open before his hand reaches above you, pushing the door closed. You spin around, suddenly trapped between him and the door to find him grinning down at you.

"You're crazy if you think I'm leaving" He smirked, grabbing your waist and pulling you over to the bed. There was definitely no turning back now.

...

"So... you and Moyle huh? What does Blanks think of that"

You looked from him to your prof who was still lecturing at the front of the class, then back to Luke who was still waiting for your answer.

"Nick doesn't think anything of it because he doesn't know anything" You answer quietly, still trying to keep up with the lecture.

"Wait- your brother doesn't know? Isn't he Moyle's best friend?" Johnny leaned over from the other side of Luke, joining in on the conversation.

"There's nothing to know"

"Other than the fact that you're hooking up with his bestie" Luke pointed out and Johnny snickered.

"Guys" Luca warned and you smiled gratefully at him.

"Hey, we just want to know the gossip" Johnny held up his hands in defence and you rolled your eyes.

"Pay attention" You mumble, facing forward.

...

"How's school? Have you gotten lost yet? Do you ever see the guys?" Nick's daily phone call usually consisted of the same questions even though the answers were typical the same every time he asked.

"Its fine, no I haven't, and yeah I’ve seen most of them. Some of the freshmen are in my business class" You decided that a vague answer was the safest bet. Nick was barely paying attention, it looked like he was busy cooking something while his phone was propped up on the counter.

"You haven't seen Nolan?" Nick asked which made you look up from your notebook. You had specifically avoided naming names in order to avoid hun asking about Nolan but really, you should’ve known better.

"Uh no not really. Luca wants me to go to their game tonight so I guess I'll see him then" You watch Nick’s face carefully, trying to gauge if he bought your lie or not.

"Luca...?" You could tell he was trying to place the name but he couldn't quite get it.

"Luca Fantilli" You had to explain that Luca was one of the boys from the team who was in your class as well as one of the freshmen on the hockey team.

"You're not allowed to date anyone on that team Y/n/n" Nick deadpanned.

“I don’t want to date him Nicholas, relax”

“Him or anyone else” Nick reminded as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“I should go, I have to study a bit before I go to the game”

“Yeah for sure, hey if you see Nolan tonight, tell him to answer my texts” His voice is light but his words are what hit you.

“You haven’t talked to him?” Nolan had been dodging Nick’s texts; the boys had been attached at the hip for the past four years, even when Nick came home on school breaks, he was always facetiming or texting Nolan.

“Not since last week. Not a big deal, just let him know, okay?” Was it just a coincidence that Nick hadn't heard from his best friend since before you hooked up? You sure hoped so.

“Yeah sure” Nick said goodbye and hung up quickly, leaving you to overthink the situation you’d gotten yourself into instead of doing your homework. By the time you had to leave for the game, you were a mess.

...

The game was fine, an easy win against BU and before you knew it, you were at Skeeps with the guys to celebrate. You had been keeping your distance from Nolan, not on purpose but it just so happened that Luca and Truss were at the table furthest from the seniors.

You hadn’t realized you were staring at him until Luca leaned over, knocking his shoulder into your own.

“Go over there” You looked at your friend who was smiling encouragingly at you. Luca was sweet, he hadn’t given you nearly as much shit about your situation as Luke and Johnny had. If anything he seemed to be in support of it.

“There’s too many people” You were still trying to be cautious around the team, knowing a lot of them talked to your brother regularly so it was better to be safe than sorry.

“Just go Y/n” You sighed, you really did have to go talk to Nolan and while you were originally planning on talking to him on the way home, it didn’t seem like he was leaving anytime soon.

You know you’re overthinking it, none of the guys here would look twice if you went to talk to Nolan, he is your brother’s best friend after all.

“Y/n!” Grano yells when you approach their table and it makes you laugh, Nolan’s head turns at that and he subtly moves to the side to make room for you to step up to the table.

“You okay?” He bends down so that you can hear him and you nod, looking back to the other guys at the table who are too busy watching something happen over the ledge on the lower level of the bar.

“I talked to Nick today” You tell him, watching him carefully to gauge his reaction. Nolan just nods, waiting for you to continue. "He said he hasn't heard from you in a bit"

"Oh yeah I guess" He shrugged.

"Are you ignoring him because of me?" You ask, a little scared to hear his answer.

"I'm not ignoring him"

"Nolan" You chide, not believing him.

"Y/n" He mocks you right back, "I just haven't answered him in a bit, I'm not ignoring him"

"Okay" You were going to head back to your seat next to Luca when Nolan shifted to stand right behind you in order to let Steve pass by. You froze, looking down at where Nolan's hands rested on the table on either side of you.

"Going home soon?" You can practically feel Nolan's lips brushing against your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine.

"Mhm, just waiting for Luca to be ready" You twisted your head as much as you could so that you could look at him while he stayed in his spot behind you.

"Luca?"

"Yeah he's gonna take me back to the dorms" It wasn't like you couldn't make it back by yourself but your friends were good about walking you home and making sure you got back safe.

"C'mon, go get your bag" He pushes off the table, finally moving away from you as you spin around, questioning him. "I'm taking you home"

"Nolan it's fine, you don't have to leave now. Luca-"

"Y/n, I'm taking you home. Grab your stuff and tell Luca, I'll be there in a minute" His voice was strong and you didn't want to argue so you nodded, scurrying back to your previous table where you'd left your stuff and fill Luca in on what had apparently been decided.

"He's taking you home?" Luca's eyes go wide and you roll your eyes.

"Ready?" Nolan's hand lands on your shoulder, quickly putting an end to the conversation as you smile up at him and now. You call out a goodbye to Luca as you're guided downstairs by Nolan. He was practically dragging you across the bar, towards the exit when he suddenly stopped and you collided with his back.

"Moyle! You're not leaving already, are you?" You look around him to see the few seniors that weren't upstairs with the rest of the team.

"Yeah, taking Y/n home" Nolan moved to the side, gesturing back to where you stood.

"What? No, get one of the freshmen to take her" Jay threw his arm around Nolan's shoulder, trying to convince him to stay longer.

"Nah dude, I'm tired anyways. Plus Nick would kill me if I sent her home with one of those guys" It was a complete lie, even though Nick had 'warned you' about dating one of the freshmen, you knew that Nick would be more grateful that they actually cared enough to get you home safely.

"Fine but you're getting boring in your old age bro" Jay shoved Nolan's shoulder playfully but then gave up, following the rest of the guys towards the stairs, letting you and Nolan finally leave.

"You didn't have to leave, Luca totally would've taken me... or I could've gotten an uber" You broke the silence after a couple minutes of walking. It was a short walk, probably less than 10 minutes and as soon as you got away from downtown and back onto campus, it was like there was nobody else outside.

"You think I'd let you uber by yourself?" He asks like its preposterous to even think of.

"I'm a big girl Nolan, I can do things by myself" You pout, standing up for yourself, not caring if it comes off bratty.

"I know you can but it doesn't mean you have to. I wanted to get you home, I don't mind" You look over at him but he isn't looking at you, instead staring straight ahead at the street.

"Whatever you say"

...

"Your phone" Nolan mumbles against your lips, as if you couldn't hear your phone ringing for the second time from his bedside table.

"Ignore it" You pull him back into the kiss, positive that nobody needed you to answer that badly. Your time with Nolan had become scarce, with you spending more time studying for midterms and him going away for games, it had really cut into your time. It wasn't like he owed you a specific amount of hours or anything... it's not like you were dating but hey, why spend the time you did have together, on your phone with someone else.

"It could be important" He sighs, moving away to reach for your phone, looking at it before dropping it back in its spot. You wait patiently as you watch his eyes scan over the screen.

"Not important?" You ask with an amused smile.

"Seven texts and two missed calls, all from Luke" There's a weird edge to his voice and you can feel that the energy in the room has shifted.

"I'll talk to him later" You reach for Nolan's shirt and attempt to pull him back to you but he gets out of it, standing up instead and suddenly you feel out of place.

"You should probably get going, the guys are gonna be home soon and we have practice" He was avoiding your eyes and you weren't sure why.

"Okay" You knew he didn't want the team to know that you two were hooking up and while you weren't exactly hiding it very well, you also weren't too keen to walk through the house when it was full of guys.

"Am I still coming over tomorrow night?" You ask hesitantly. They had another game tomorrow, the first of the series against Western.

"I don't know, I'll talk to you later" He was visibly uncomfortable so you decided to just drop it, quietly grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Nolan doesn’t follow you so you let yourself out, walking back home to your dorm, wondering what the hell just happened.

You didn't hear from him for a few days, not like you were keeping track.

A couple weeks later, Luke leaned across the table in class "How's our favourite couple doing?"

You hadn't talked to Nolan much since the day he basically kicked you out of his house. A few texts here and there but with midterms and everything, you hadn't had time to go see him.

"Luke..." You really didn't have the energy to deal with this today.

"Blanks still doesn't know, huh?" He continued, "I mean after him taking you home from Skeeps the other night, I was sure word was going to get out"

"Luke you gossip more than a girl" Luca says from beside you and you agree with him.

"Can we be done with this conversation, please?"

"So what happens when Nick plays Detroit? Is Moyle going to the game with you?" Johnny asks and you groan once you realize they weren't dropping this conversation.

"He'll probably go with Grano" You're sure there will be a handful of guys going to that game; it was on a Tuesday so they wouldn't have a game or anything and since Kent and Nick play together, a lot of the guys would probably want to go see them.

"And you're not going?" Luca asked curiously.

"I didn't say that"

"So-" Luke starts but you cut him off.

“I’m not talking about it any more, drop it” You say sharply and luckily, they listen.

...

After the second night of losing to Minnesota, the boys have a party. It was once again at the senior house and you were once again forced into attending. You weren't trying to avoid Nolan but you also weren't in a hurry to see him. There still hadn't been much contact between you two and while you did want to talk about it, tonight probably wasn't the best night for that.

Johnny found you as soon as you stepped into the house and brought you over to where most of the freshmen had gathered. There was a drink in your hand before you could even ask and the boys were always attentive when you finished your drink. You have to think it was Luca's doing, he knew that you were a little worried about seeing Nolan tonight and knew you well enough to know that the right amount of alcohol would fix that.

You were content with sitting around with them for an hour or so and then you spotted Luke awkwardly standing in the sea of people dancing, looking a little lost. You extract yourself from between Seamus and Johnny, promising to be right back and head in Luke's direction.

"Need a partner?" You ask him with a grin and when his eyes meet yours, you can tell he's a little drunk as well. He didn't say anything but his hands had moved and were currently hovering over your waist. You try not to laugh at his hesitation, grabbing his hands and putting them directly on your hips.

"But- Nolan" Luke stretched his fingers over your hips; he was still sober enough to know better than to mess with his captain's girl. Luckily for him, you weren't Nolan's girl.

"Nolan isn't my boyfriend" You say quickly, "C'mon Luke, just dance with me, you don't have to kiss me or anything, I promise" You say in all seriousness but Luke laughs.

"Okay fine" You both grin and Luke's just starting to move his hips when Nolan appears out of nowhere, his hand wrapping around your arm and dragging you away from Luke easily, pulling you up the stairs and into a room away from everyone else at the party.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nolan yelled as soon as the door was shut behind you.

"Excuse me?"

"What were you doing out there? Trying to make me jealous?" His eyes are intense as they stare into yours and it takes all you can manage to not squirm under his gaze.

"Not everything is about you, Nolan" You scoff, trying to play it off as best you can. He might be right, just a little bit though. You weren't actively trying to make him jealous but you'd be lying if you said it hadn't been a passing thought as you made your way over to Luke.

"You're a pain in my ass" He groans.

"Oh and you're so perfect" You shoot back at him.

"I don't care if you want to be with Luke, I'm over it, believe me... just don't do it in front of me, okay?" His eyes are soft now, not at all as angry looking as they were when he initially pulled you in here. It was almost like- wait...

"Be with Luke? Are you kidding me right now?" You ask in disbelief.

"Let's not talk about it" He groans, moving to sit on the bed. You track him with your eyes as you process the information through your (still drunk) brain

"No no, let's!" You were still trying to wrap your head around it. You and Luke? Nolan thinks that you wanted to be with Luke? "I don't like Luke. He's my friend, nothing more and nothing less"

"What? You're serious?" He practically does a double take at you, like he can't believe what he's hearing.

"Where would you even get that idea?" It was almost comical to you. Over the semester, you had grown so close to Luke he was practically your brother. You could honestly say you've never had a single romantic thought about the boy.

"Fucking Rutger told me that Luke liked this girl he had a class with and that he texted her all the time and then that day when Luke called and texted you a bunch of times when you were here? I just put two and two together and..."

"Nolan..." You shook your head at him. Everything was suddenly making sense. "You really think I would mess with both you and your teammate?" You can't help but feel a little hurt at the insinuation. Honestly, with the information he had, you can't blame him for thinking that but you also didn't like that he thought you'd do something like that to him.

"No but... I don't know" He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have assumed that but I also should've talked to you about it before kinda icing you out"

"Well yeah no shit" You rolled your eyes, letting out a little laugh. "So... now that we figured that out..." You trailed off and smiled shyly when his eyes rose to meet yours.

"Hm?" He hummed, waiting for you to continue as he sat there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You know, I really do hate you sometimes" You say under your breath as you walk over to stand in between his legs. His hands easily come up to wrap around your thighs.

"Oh yeah, I know you do" He pulls you forward and you go easily, letting giggles spill out as you both topple over onto his bed.

...

By the time winter break rolls around, the whole team practically knows about you and Nolan. After seeing you two together at parties and also you hanging around Yost after games, waiting for their captain, the guys seemed to clue in.

They all knew not to say much about it though, whether that was because Nolan had said something or not you weren't sure.

However, when you're all waiting to see Nick after his game against the Red Wings, Nolan does say something to them.

"Not a word about Y/n/n and I to Nick or I'm telling coach to bag skate you all" He practically glares daggers at Grano, Steve, Truss, Mark, and Dylan. Spending an extra second on Dylan especially.

"Dude, I swear!" Dylan holds his hands up in surrender which makes Nolan roll his eyes. You touch his arm lightly, just barely grazing your fingers over his bicep and he turns to look at you.

"Relax, they won't say anything, it's going to be fine" You knew hearing it out loud would make it feel like it was true, at least that's what you'd been telling yourself all day.

You didn't have time to say anything else, barely enough time to pull your hand away from Nolan because Nick suddenly appeared and the guys were all rushing towards him.

"Where's my baby sister?" You heard him say through the group hug of boys that you'd elected to stay out of. They broke apart and Nick pushed through to give you a hug. As much as you talked to him on the phone, you really did miss your brother.

"How're you doing kid?" Nick asks when he lets you go.

"Good. Really good" You grin, catching Nolan's eye over your brothers shoulder who's smiling right back at you which makes your chest all warm.

"Good to know the boys haven't corrupted you yet" Nick laughs and behind him, Dylan's mouth opens but Mark clamps his hand over it before he can let out a sound.

Nick doesn't have very long but he stays out to talk to everyone until the poor Blue Jackets intern has to practically drag him to the bus in order for them to leave. Once he's gone, you follow the boys back to Grano's car, trailing at the back of the group with Dylan and Mark.

Steve takes the front seat which leaves Nolan to squish in next to you in the back, Truss on the other side, already engrossed in his phone. The ride home is much quieter than it was on the way there. Grano and Steve are talking to each other while the radio plays some sort of rock music softly in the background.

"It was good to see him" Nolan says to you, quiet enough that nobody else would really hear.

"Yeah, I missed him" If anyone understood, it was Nolan.

"I know you did" His hand falls to your knee, squeezing once and then resting there. "We have to tell him" His voice had dropped even quieter now, almost like he didn't even want to say it.

You knew that you would have to tell Nick. With how things were developing, this could very well turn into something serious and there was no way you could hide that from your brother.

"We will" You assured him although telling Nick was the last thing you wanted to do.

...

Everything was going fine until it wasn't. Your friends teased you for having such a rocky relationship but it was just how things were with you and Nolan. One day you were inseparable, Nolan wouldn't let you leave his bed and the next, you could barely get a reply to your texts.

The weight of keeping this all a secret was definitely making things worse. The off days had now turned into fights and it was happening more often that not.

"I'm tired of this Nolan" You groan, once again collecting your clothes that had been scattered around his room.

"Yeah well so am I" He huffed. You didn't get it. He was the sweetest guy you've ever met, he took you out for breakfast and helped you study for every quiz or exam you had but then the switch would flip and he'd bail on your plans without so much as a text to let you know.

Your friends told you it was toxic, that he was toxic. They told you to get out before it was too late. Of course, you didn't listen. He wasn't toxic, he's just Nolan, it's just how things were sometimes.

"Well if you're so tired maybe we should just call it" You rolled your eyes. It was the same thing you said every time. You both knew that you were just bluffing. It probably didn't help that you fed into the cycle. You were aware of how bad this all was, that staying here and messing around with him would only make it harder if you did actually break up but it didn't matter because you still had him, he was still yours.

"You act like it was me who started this whole thing!" He exclaimed, his voice raising to a level teetering the edge of what would be considered yelling.

"I didn't force you into anything Nolan" You sounded just as defeated as you felt. You were tired of arguing, of fighting this seemingly endless fight.

"You think I wanted to fall for my best friends sister?" His voice was even louder this time, so loud you're sure his roommates could hear him.

"Don't yell at me" Your voice was small but strong, you didn't let it waver.

"You said it first, don't put it all on me" He looped back to the beginning of the argument and you let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm tired of being your casual hookup. I don't do hookups Nolan, you know that" It was something you told him that first night. You didn't want him to get involved under false pretences, under the assumption that going home with someone from a party was your typical Friday night.

"So what are you saying?"

"If you don't want anything more between us, I'm done"

"You're giving me an ultimatum?" He asks slowly, trying to be sure of what you're telling him.

"I don't want to but I really can't keep doing this Nolan. It's not healthy the way we fight and at this point, I don't even know what I'm fighting for" You finally have all your stuff collected and you give him one last look.

"I'm not going to give you a time limit but think about it, okay? I'm not going to stick around for whatever this is forever"

It took three days. You stood in his bedroom on Saturday and on Tuesday, after he'd met you outside your class and took you to get coffee from your favourite cafe on campus, he officially asked you.

...

Nick knew. He'd found out from Quinn Hughes of all people, it had apparently come up as Quinn was telling Nick how nice it was that you and Luke were friends, and how he bumped into you at that one Michigan game he'd managed to catch while the Canucks were in town, and that oh yeah, he didn't know you were dating Moyle until he saw who's name was on the back of the jersey you had on and then he later confirmed it with Luke, isn't that funny.

Nick didn't find it funny.

He called you as soon as he left dinner with Quinn, barely letting you choke out a 'hello' before grilling you with questions. After he'd gotten all the answers, he hung up and you hadn't heard from him since.

It really couldn't have happened at a worse time. Less than a few days after Nick found out, there was a Pro-Blue event for Michigan Hockey and since it coincided with the All-Star Break, your brother was able to make it back to Ann Arbor.

Everything was going fine until Skeeps. Everyone had met there after the event and the upstairs balcony was packed with hockey players. You were hanging out with Luca, Truss, Thomas, and Brendan when you heard your brother yelling.

"I told you to look out for her! To make sure she didn't get in trouble!" You didn't know what to do. Nick was standing there yelling at his best friend in front of Quinn Hughes, Josh Norris, Dylan Larkin and every other NHL player in attendance. You knew this was not a good look for him. You also knew that you did not want your relationship drama announced for half the league to hear.

"I did" Nolan said back calmly.

"No you didn't, Moyle" Nick yelled. "You're 23, almost 24. She's only 18!" You sink back into your chair, already feeling the eyes on you. For somewhere that's typically plenty loud, it seemed as though you could hear a pin drop right now as tension filled the air. Everyone had stopped talking now, their attention now on the scene that was unfolding.

"Guys, now really isn't the time" Jimmy steps in, appearing out of nowhere and you had never been more grateful for him.

"Fuck off Jimmy" Nick says quickly and your eyes widen. You had never seen him this mad.

"Blanks, you really don't want to do this here" Jimmy tried again but Nick ignored him, continuing to stare daggers at Nolan.

"You took advantage of her" Nick was seething and you could feel yourself shaking as someone put their arms around you in some sort of hug.

"Nick" Another voice entered the conversation, "Let's go outside dude, get some fresh air" You watched Zach Werenski take your brother down the stairs, basically forcing him out. Looking back to Nolan, you saw Grano and Jimmy still talking with him. Everyone else seemed to have moved on already and have gone back to their conversations.

"You okay?" You look up at Luca, the one who had been holding you and now slowly.

"I need to fix it" You take a shaky breath and try to break away but all four of them are shaking their heads at you.

"You have to let them work it out" Thomas said softly.

"Nothing you say right now is going to help" Truss spoke up next.

"It sucks but Truss is right" Brendan agreed as well.

"But I'm the one who made this mess, I need to fix it or at least try" You tried to escape Luca's arms again but he just tightened his grip.

"They need to cool off and then try again. If it still doesn't go well, then you can go fix it" Luca reasoned with you to which you agreed.

Ten minutes later, Werenski came back in alone and Nolan was the first to notice. He never wanted to hurt Nick, he was his best friend after all, but he also didn't want to hurt you. Right now, it was hard to see an outcome that left Nick, you, and Nolan all unscathed.

He found Nick outside, leaning up against the side of the building, just staring up at the sky.

"I didn't want it to go down like this" Nick almost jumped when Nolan's voice pierced the silence.

"Nolan-"

"No, just listen" He said quickly, pausing for a second to make sure Nick was really going to listen. When he didn't say anything, Nolan continued, "I didn't plan on getting involved with her and once it did happen, I didn't want to keep it a secret from you and I'm not blaming it on her because we both decided to keep it a secret but I know I can speak for the both of us and say we didn't want to hurt you"

"I trusted you. I trusted you to keep her safe, to make sure she wasn't going to get hurt here. I needed you, as my best friend, to do that for me" Nick was confused, he was hurt, he didn't know what to feel anymore.

"I can promise you one thing Nick, I would never let anyone hurt her" Nolan said with all the sincerity in his heart.

"I know its just... she's my baby sister"

"I know and I'm sorry dude, I really did not plan on this" He hoped it was enough to earn Nick's forgiveness because really, it's all he's got. It's not like Nolan could take it all back or undo what he's done.

"Nick?" You spoke up, rounding the corner to find your brother and Nolan sitting on the ground beside each other. You shivered, drawing your arms tighter around your chest as you took a hesitant step towards them.

"Y/n/n" Nick started but you held your hand up to stop him.

"You can't blame Nolan for this. I was the one who initiated it, I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret. He wanted to tell you when we all went to your game before Christmas and I was the one who kept putting it off. If you're going to be mad at anyone it should be me, not Nolan" You rattled off the little speech you'd been practicing in your head for the past half hour as you pretended to listen to Brendan and Thomas reminisce on their memories of Skeeps as if they hadn't been back in over a decade.

"Y/n-"

"I know it was stupid and that it goes against whatever dumb rule you've made for me but I don't care"

"Y/n" He says more sternly than before and this time, you actually listen. "I'm not mad. Was I? Yes, especially when I had to find out from Quinn rather than one of you but Nolan explained and I... I understand"

"Really?" You ask hopefully.

"Yeah, I mean I'm not happy about it but I'm also not going to stand in the way of whatever this is. You're two of my favourite people, I want you to be happy"

"Aw Nick!" You can feel tears in your eyes as you fling yourself towards your brother who catches you, letting out a little chuckle.

"This absolutely does not mean you guys can act like a couple around me" Nick says as soon as you let him go.

"You hear that babe? Only high-fives in front of Nick" Nolan comes to stand behind you, draping his arms over your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. You can only imagine the grin he has on his face right now.

"Moyle-" Nick warns which makes you grin, reaching to squeeze one of Nolan's hands. Nick rolled his eyes before turning to head back inside, making sure to hip check Nolan on his way past.

You spun around to face him, looking up at him with a soft smile. It all worked out. Maybe not in the way you'd originally planned but hey, what's meant to be will be.

#can’t believe i finally finished this #y’all don’t understand how long i’ve been working on this #nolan moyle x reader #nolan moyle imagine #nolan moyle fic #umich hockey #hockey writing #hockey fic

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