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inchidentally · 4 months

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I think you've posted about Andrea Stella's relationships with Lando and Oscar before and I've been thinking about this and just needed to share my thoughts with someone.

when Oscar talks about his best weekends, its always Qatar where he felt like he really maximized his result and SIlverstone which he talks about as one of his most complete performances despite missing that podium.

When it comes to Japan and his first podium, it's like he's happy with the result and what that meant for the team, but it's not actually a weekend he reflects on super positively in terms of his race. I feel like he's never the one bringing it up, it's always like a reporter being like "and Japan?" and he's just like "yeah I guess that was nice too", but he doesn't really talk about it as a personal highlight (even though I'm sure he isn't like... upset over it, just not a performace he rates as his strongest).

all that to say I love that Andrea actually picks out his qualifying performace there as a highlight of his season, because it was! it just feels really subtlely supportive of him to bring up a moment that Oscar doesn't really talk about himself, and kind of got lost in all the comparisons or race pace between him and Lando.

idk i just needed to tell someone this lol

oh anon and I am so glad you shared it with me bc I wanna go offfff

truly this quote is the kind of thing I could see making Oscar feel emotional about and puff up with pride. it's the sort of meticulous score card that his big brained A-levels overachieving ass must eat up with a spoon:

"In terms of speed, in terms of capacity to learn very rapidly, in terms of collaborating with his engineers and extracting the information that he needs to grow so rapidly, in terms of his own awareness of where he is in the various stages to go from: ‘I know nothing about this track, first time in a Formula 1 car' to being P2 on the grid. And also the way he keeps himself calm, controlled – therefore always capitalising on his potential because he doesn’t create any unnecessary stress - that’s quite exceptional. And I can see why he was so successful in junior categories."

and god, the stern but loving dad role Andrea has taken with Lando and Oscar. especially when you think from Oscar's perspective how he was coming into a team fresh off of a dramatic court case and filling a seat that everyone - including Lando - was still deep in mourning over. from what I remember Oscar's "promo" by McLaren was more like something they'd do to announce a new reserve driver rather than Lando's new teammate. especially considering the weeks of emotionally overwrought posts and content about Daniel leaving. I'm guessing a lot of that had to do with trying to mitigate the comment sections turning rancid on any Oscar content (and I'm being generous saying that). but there was exceptionally low fanfare attending Oscar's arrival, especially considering him having such a scorching record coming up to F1.

so for someone like Andrea to come into his new role and choose to watch Oscar so closely when Oscar was honestly sort of - either ignored or still hated bc of Daniel and Alpine - during those races before Silverstone has come good in the huge revolution of public opinion about Oscar. Lando was already comfortably at home and only needed a little managing. side note I love how many times in challenges Lando would pretend to pout and say "Andrea said there has to be balance and fairness between teammates sooooo" akgfkasgs he had Lando's number already <3

but for all that Oscar has been a trooper about having to kind of operate without the kind of consistent found family that Lando has and dealt with the press and DTS dutch angle drama interviews in such a mature way idk. I feel like sometimes Oscar sees himself as only existing as one of the drivers once he's actually in the car. he's never found that footing of becoming one of the F1 personalities the way that even Logan has (thank you Williams and thank you Alex).

a lot of the time you could confuse Oscar's presence in the garage and the paddock with another engineer. and tbh when you consider how much of an online meme he was in F2 and F3 and how strong his twitter game was it definitely feels like he's intentionally suppressing his personality to maybe ? just get through his rookie F1 season with as little drama as possible. I've gone on and on and on abt how Prema Oscar would have made the perfect fan favorite dynamic with Lando the same way he was with Arthur or Robert. but Oscar's personality has only come out on camera a few times and otherwise he just watches Lando or stiffly gets through his own parts.

that's why I had to compile these instances of Andrea seeking Oscar out and being so incredibly tender with him. Lando is the always beloved child at McLaren and he absolutely earned that. but he was also definitely thrown by Oscar choosing to go so quiet and under the radar - I don't think in a bad way, but I will be interested to see the clips from DTS that haven't been chopped to hell so we can get a better glimpse of that.

but someone in higher authority than Lando needed to go out of their way to regularly remind Oscar that yes, he's One of The Big Boys and yes, McLaren is his home now. he has as much right as the rest of the drivers all feel to stand up and ask for what they want and speak for themselves and even cause a little trouble if they feel they need to. an F1 grid are always drama queens to some degree because they're basically the lead singers of a band. they had to as Lando rightly said "be fairly selfish" to get to their rarefied position. not that they're bad people at all, just that they have to treat themselves as of utmost importance in order to achieve the performance and mentality to even get a shot at F1. but not only is Oscar not naturally like that (his forms of self-care involve sleep and seeing friends lol) he certainly wasn't going to stir things up anymore than he already had.

but! what Oscar does have is incredible courage, unflappable calm and towering competitiveness. like I said once he gets in the car his focused self-belief overtakes everything else. the amount of times his rookie season it was down solely to the car or to other drivers that resulted in taking him out of a race or knocking him down the grid as opposed to pure rookie error or personal mistakes is amazing. and guess who said that back in August:

"For us being in this journey with Oscar, it makes it even more exciting, because it was very clear right from the start – the level of talent.

“Even the analytical behaviour, looking at things, trying to learn, and at the same time always remaining very calm. He is able to absorb things, execute things, always staying very calm, which I think is a strong point of Oscar.”

and guess who gives us some of the best insights to the kind of driver Oscar is when no one else can? (apart from sexy daddy Mark ofc)

“I think the quality which, if you want, maybe one of the key enablers [of] why he can grow so rapidly is just the man beyond the driver,” Stella told GP Blog. “He’s so calm. He’s so good at keeping himself in a status in which he can use the best of his talent.

“I don’t have that quality, I have to think very actively about ‘What am I thinking? What are my emotions?’ I have to think about my psychology to actively keep myself in the most productive state. For Oscar, this seems to come quite naturally. That’s the main enabler.

“I think he, potentially, has a natural gift. Or, maybe he worked throughout his young career through that. I don’t know. But, certainly, he’s remarkable. And even when I’ve seen great drivers currently or in the past, all of them sort of sometimes underperformed because they don’t stay in the status in which they give their best. I think, for Oscar, this is quite natural.”

oh and guess who also tells us the most about the fact that Lando has taken his role as established driver and leader seriously wrt Oscar and how well they've complemented each other?

“So Lando can say ‘ok, we can do this in this corner’, and so on. And likewise, obviously, for Oscar with Lando. The second element, which is remarkable this year, is how similar the comments are between the two drivers.

“And this is not only in the off-line debriefings, but it's also when the drivers come back after they run the first run during a session. They actually use the same terminology, like it looks like they are in communication before reporting their feedback.”

papa is giving his boys their props!! they did him proud and he's not going to hold back on telling the world!

and I even love how Lando and Oscar both choose Silverstone without any hesitation as their favorite race of 2023 and that Lando said how much Oscar deserved to be up there with him. that's exactly what Andrea had instilled in them and shows his values have fully sunk in.

you're absolutely right anon, we should never forget that Andrea is the one who went to Oscar when Oscar needed it and that Andrea established the team culture that has let someone like Oscar thrive at the same time as someone so different from him like Lando.

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hey-kae · 2 years

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Home is Perfect Starts

Part one of the “Home is…” series.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x singer!female reader

Request: read here

Warnings: language, sexual jokes, some smut.

a/n: okay so the request was for one imagine but this has turned into a series because there are so many scenes i wanna include what would have left us with a fic of 20k+ words so i decided to divide it. Really hoping the person who requested this doesn’t mind.

Just a year ago, you would've never imagined that life would somehow lead you to move to Monaco with the person you were quite sure you'd spend the rest of your life with, both of you looking with so much optimism towards a future that seemed so bright and perfect, slowly building a life together that you two knew you'd pick over anything and everything at any given space and time.

Around two years ago, you were sat unassumingly under the hot stage lights of yet another interview studio, the interviewer across from you asking prying questions and giving you curious looks like she was desperate for you to spill everything you have ever kept a secret about your life into the little microphone clipped onto your shirt. In reality, she wouldn't have exactly minded you giving her exclusive details about the private matters you kept to yourself but she was also aware that such occurrence was practically impossible, not with the intensive media training you had undergone, not with your manager backstage, not with your instance that your private life would always stay private no matter how much you fame might grow. However, her knowing all that didn't really mean that she wouldn't try to throw in the bait and hope for a scoop or some grand story she'd get to take credit for.

The loud cheers of the small crowd as the show resumed airing had alerted you back to reality, the host almost immediately announcing the start of "the fan favorite part of the show, a quick game of Would You Rather."

Fast forward a few questions that seemed eerily safe, you had been met with the one question that had gotten a laugh out of the audience.

"Would you rather skip a relative's wedding or miss a Formula 1 Grand Prix?" The interviewer had asked with a cheeky smile that had perfectly showed that she already knew the story.

"Oh God..." you had kept a smile but looked away for a second, a blush spreading over your cheeks in memory of that day, "How did you find out about this?" A perfectly timed chuckle had escaped your lips as you pushed your hair over your shoulders elegantly.

"We have our ways."

"Oh, quite mysterious!" You laughed a bit, "Alright, alright. Here's the full story but before anyone decides to judge, l ended up not missing any of the two, by the way! This was a few years ago so i was considerably young but... yeah, there was a race on the same day as a family member's wedding. It was a championship decider basically and i really wanted to see who would end up winning so i tried sweet talking my parents out of taking me to the wedding, even tried playing sick but it didn't work out. So, after a big argument with my mom, i ended up going but i'm a girl who has her priorities set straight so naturally, i stayed glued to my phone all the ceremony, what got me a lot of disapproving glares, not gonna lie. And i remember it so clearly, but my favorite driver ended up crashing out during the vows so -god, this is embarrassing- i was literally crying and everyone around me thought i had gotten emotional over what the bride was saying when, obviously, that wasn't the case." You had finished the story with an embarrassed nod and pursed lips.

The following question was one you had cautiously answered.

"Do we get to know your favorite team?"

"Well, everybody's a Ferrari fan. Right?" You quoted Sebastian Vettel with a smug smile since you knew only F1 fans would catch the reference.

How that little statement and a few unconvered pictures of younger you watching races, all decked out in Ferrari merchandise, ended up with you being invited to the Ferrari hospitality at the Italian Grand Prix, your name on the pass hanging around your neck being "Charles Leclerc guest 3" was something you still couldn't wrap your head around.

When your manager had informed you of the invite, you wouldn't have ever assumed that you were invited by the driver himself, not the team so naturally, seeing his name on the pass was a shock, especially given the fact that the two of you had never interacted in the past aside from the follows you had exchanged on instagram after that interview.

During that race weekend, the tension between the two of you had debuted. You had ended up with him in a flaming red Ferrari, helmet on and filming a hot laps video around the track.

You were a bit shy by nature, especially around people you were undeniably attracted to and while locked into the car with you, Charles was quick to take notice of that. It had boosted his ego and therefore his confidence, encouraging him to push the car to its utmost limits, drifting it through the corners and letting the tires screech as they struggled against the black asphalt.

However, the precise moment where the two of you figured there might be something more to the instant connection you had formed was when he noticed how unaffected by the speed you were, cheering him on as he drove instead of freaking out like he had seen in the hot laps videos he had binge watched to know what to expect.

"Oh, come on! I have to find a way to get some screams out of you!" The monégasque spoke before thinking, stepping harder onto the gas pedal as the car shot down a straight, only to realize the double meaning of his words when he saw you struggling to hold in your laughter, your cheeks blushing a deep shade of red before finally allowing yourself to laugh, deeming your attempt to neutralize your reaction as a failure.

Charles absolutely loved your reaction to the dirtier side of his words. Something about the sound of your laugh had caged in his heart, leaving him to grin at you like he could see the future. Likewise, something about the way he had looked at you while you laughed, his eyes glistening in the sun told you he'd be someone special in your life.

While he was still grinning, he worked some buttons on his steering wheel then he drove the car in donuts as you giggled, genuinely enjoying the experience, loving the speed and the smell and sound of the tires.

To your surprise, Charles' comment about getting you to scream wasn't cut out of the video. In fact, it became the star of it. It was actually the spark that ignited the fire between the two of you, especially when that little interaction, more specifically your reactions to it caused fans to ship the two of you.

After that day, you had contacted Charles to thank him for the invite and the experience and that ended up in a meetup then another then another and soon enough the meetups turned into dates then secret getaways. Barely any additional time passed before you found yourself calling Charles Leclerc your boyfriend.

Almost instantly, you started getting spotted sneaking around with him wether it was around paddocks, backstage at your shows, around Monaco or from your tourbus. The first video that went viral and made it harder to play off the rumors was one of Charles in a VIP box at your concert, singing along to practically every song, assuming people hadn't spotted him. The relationship became impossible to hide so, naturally, you went public with a video of him visiting you on tour, playing the piano backstage at one of the arenas to help you rehearse a song. The short clip quickly became a fan favorite to yours and Charles' relief.

The special and wholesome nature of your relationship left you so scared that your schedules would ruin it for the two of you at some point. You loved each other to death. You texted and called and facetimed each other endlessly but it was undeniable that it wasn't exactly normal for a couple to see each other less than once per month sometimes.

Eventually, it became an issue.

Eventually, both of you started realizing that the relationship was being built on texting, calls and facetimes. Not an ideal base in any way.

Eventually, you found yourself locked up in your tourbus, on a video call with Charles who was alone in his driver's room after a qualifying session that hadn't gone exactly well, the both of you choked up with the fear that the rough patch might just be the end of everything.

"It doesn't feel like a relationship anymore." He had said, his eyes dazed as he bit onto his lips from the anxiety the conversation was giving him.

"I know." You had answered with defeat, your eyes tearing up while imagining where this could go.

It terrified you when silence took over after the small sentence.

"I don't want to break up." Charles' voice was shaking as he said that.

"Me neither." The reply was instinctive.

There was close to nothing you wouldn't do to save the relationship.

Charles looked relieved, the next words leaving his mouth with so much ease, it made it obvious he's thought about them before, "We should move in together."

He had studied your reaction to his words so intensely, fearing that he was asking for too much.

"I would love it if you moved in with me. Actually, i want a fresh start with you, a new place that would be just ours, our own little world, an escape from everything. Monaco doesn't even feel like home anymore, the apartment doesn't feel like home anymore. There's always something missing and I'm pretty sure it's you... and i know it won't solve everything but at least we'll get to come home to each other, spend our breaks by each other's side instead of wasting days trying to decide who is flying to who or where to meet up. I just want to wake up next to you, see your stuff next to mine, fall asleep with you sleeping on my chest. I want to hear your presence nearby so life doesn't feel so lonely anymore."

You had stared at the screen for a long time, imagining every word he had said.

The house you owned was already far from your friends and family so moving a bit further wouldn't change a thing. Plus, you loved Monaco and could see yourself living there, especially if Charles was involved in those plans.

It barely took any further thoughts for you to nod with a smile, Charles leaning backwards in his seat in relief.

That weekend, Charles took the track and you took the stage with so much energy and positivity, everyone you both worked with had noticed it.

—

That is how you ended up watching an extremely confused Charles from your seat on the countertop as he tried to figure out the correct ingredients for a cake, a swipe of flour covering his cheek, a frown on his face and a bandana pushing back his hair.

After an extensive apartment-hunting week in Monaco, the two of you finally found a place to call home, a shared apartment that would be your shelter from the your hectic lives outside. It was perfect, overlooking the harbor, cozy but elegant and perfectly suited for both your tastes.

"Charles, let me help you." You suggested for the third time, a smile on your lips as you took in how adorably cute your boyfriend currently looked, an extremely confused expression furrowing his brows.

"No, baby. You already did the pizza dough." He nodded towards the oven where the pizza was being baked, "I want to make you something myself, a small welcome to Monaco, you know?" He grinned up at you, looking away from his phone where he was googling easy cake recipes.

Sighing in defeat, you relaxed against the wall behind you and preoccupied yourself with admiring Charles while he moved, more like fidgeted, around your shared kitchen.

After the long day of cleaning, unpacking, organizing and reorganizing, it was finally starting to sink in that this is your home with the person you wanted to spend all your days with, the same person that you had been barely able to see for the whole year the two of you had been dating. Now, in a very contrasting turn of events, you got to call him home.

Smiling at the thought, you exhaled out loud in content.

"What is it?" Charles glanced at you, smiling himself when he saw how much you looked at peace.

"Fuck...we actually live together, Charles." It came out as a chuckle that made him grin widely at you.

"Doesn't feel real yet."

You hopped off the counter and crossed the kitchen towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist while he was still facing the other way.

"It doesn't feel real but it definitely feels perfect."

Charles smiled at your statement, pulling you around and caging you between his body and the counter, a mindless smile still on his face as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a messy, playful kiss.

This was all new. Sure, you've been dating for a while but you never got the opportunity to kiss just because you felt like it, nor playfully and casually since your time together was always brief, always limited, making the kisses either heated or rushed but now, his lips were moving against yours so softly, almost delicately, his tongue lightly grazing against yours as you discovered new sides of each other.

His hands moved up, one resting gently on your neck as the other caressed your cheek just as you felt him smile into the kiss.

"Welcome home, baby." He pulled back and grinned at you, his dimples on full display and his eyes sparkling as if your heart needed more reasons to race. It was at times like this when you realized how much you loved him, at times when he felt so surreal but so yours.

You smiled at him and rested your head on his shoulder, your fingers tracing small patterns on the fabric of his shirt as he stared down at you with an adorable expression on his face, the small smile never falling off his face as he rubbed his hand on your back, feeling you relax into his touch.

"You're gonna let me help you with the cake so we can... do other things?" The question was delivered along with a soft kiss onto his neck then another one under his ear, "Or, you could welcome me with something other than a cake." You put as much distance between the two of you as was possible in this position so you could eye his reaction.

Charles was looking at you with raised eyebrows, amused eyes and a slightly tilted head.

"No, baby. Trust me, you're getting that kind of welcome and okay, maybe we can forget the cake but we're going to eat," he lifted you to sit on the counter, pushing himself between you legs, his lips immediately finding your slightly exposed shoulder, "because i'm done rushing."

Charles brushed your hair behind your ears, his eyes locking with yours for a second before he kissed you again, slow and determined like he was proving a point.

"I'm taking my time with you tonight, baby."

With that final statement and a peck to your neck, he walked away, grabbing the oven mittens to check on the food, only looking back at you for a second to give you one of his signature winks along with a smirk.

"Fuck, Charles... the food won't run away." You complained and received a declining sound from Charles as he took out the pizza, placed it on the counter and began cutting it.

To be fair, the food looked really good.

"Fine." You groaned and headed to the cupboards that had the plates and grabbed two, placing them neatly on the table in the dining room before going back to grab knives and forks, crossing Charles who was carrying the tray of food to the table.

After some minor last touches, the two of you sat to eat, genuinely happy in the simplicity of each other's company in a place that actually felt yours.

Charles seemed to be really excited about just having you by his side as he does things as simple as eating dinner. He was trying hard to balance eating and talking as he rushed stories of his childhood memories in this city that now you too called home.

"It's tiny, i know, but you'll love it here. I promise." He beamed at you as he ate his last bite, brushing his hands together to shake the flour remainings off.

"I know, i love it here already. You -i don't know how to say it- You're just so much happier, i guess, when you're in Monte Carlo. That alone is enough for me to love it." You replied as you too finished eating, catching Charles looking at you in a way that never failed to make you blush.

Following that, you headed back to the kitchen to rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground and walking off to the bedroom with you hoisted over his shoulder.

"Charles, i can walk, you know?"

"Well, not for long."

"Charles!" You squealed as he put you down on the bed and climbed on top of you, giggling and tickling your sides.

"We finally live together." He reminded you with so much excitement as he kissed your face, the both of you chuckling until his lips found yours, effectively changing the whole vibe, the kiss being hungry and needy this time.

"I love you so much." You breathed out the words as things escalated, Charles now fiddling with the back of your bra to get it off while his other hand toyed with your clit and his mouth sucked a hickey onto your neck.

"I love you too, so much." He said the words back just as he felt you grind down on his hand, wanting more.

"Just one second, baby." He assured you, kissing your forehead before tossing away the bra and making sure your panties quickly followed it before his head was between your thighs, his tongue working its magic on your clit. He had you arching your back within less than a minute, you hands moving down to tangle themselves in his hair only to find the material of his bandana slightly limiting the easy access. You mindlessly got rid of it, allowing your fingers to comfortably disappear between his locks as his hand held your other one tightly.

He made you cum multiple times with his fingers and mouth all while giving you small encouraging remarks until you were begging him to just fuck you, and he did.

"Your wishes are my command, angel." He had said before he slipped inside of you, making love to you soft and slow, his body as connected to yours as was possible, his lips never breaking contact with yours, muffling both of your moans while your arms remained wrapped around him, needing to feel him close to you, his skin against yours in such vulnerable moments.

Soon enough, your body shuddered beneath his and you let go, feeling the pressure exploding in your veins, Charles' release quickly following yours.

"Fuck, living with you might be the best thing to ever happen to me." He had said from beside you, still panting after his orgasm, his body glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks flushed and his lips plump from all the kissing. His arm was stretched out under your head, pulling you to him as you chuckled from his revelation.

"I always knew you were dating me for the sex, Leclerc." You had attempted to joke but Charles took it a bit seriously.

"Ah, tais toi!" Oh, shut up! He pulled you closer so your head was laying on his chest, his hand softly moving around the small of your back, "You know you're so much more than that, right? I mean, you have got to know because, quite honestly, the times we had sex in the past year can literally be counted and that wouldn't make sense but it's not even that. I love you so much, baby. Like, i don't know, i can't even really explain it but... but, yeah, i love you for so many things that are way more meaningful than sex." He went on a rant, wanting to prove you wrong.

"Baby, relax! I was only joking." You giggled, looking up at him, switching positions so you were laying on your stomach, half of your body on top of his as you reached up and cupped his face, moving your thumb softly along his cheek. Charles instinctively leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.

"Still... i don't like hearing you say that."

You nodded and gave him a soft kiss on the chest then dismissed the subject, getting up and putting on your underwear back on along with his shirt, causing him to grin like a lovesick teenager.

You smiled back at him and grabbed his arm to try to pull him out of bed.

"C'mon. We're gonna do some skin care." You proposed but his reaction contradicted yours as he groaned in complaint.

"Please..." you whined, grasping his hands tighter and pouting.

"Oh, no. Don't give me that face!"

"Charles, s'il te plais." please. You brought out one of the very few french expressions you knew, making him raise his eyebrows and giggle before his hand rubbed over his face.

His body relaxed and he allowed you to pull him up into a standing position, the french trick working like always. It reminded you that you needed to try learning the language again.

"Merci, baby." You smiled at him as he put on some boxers, fake glaring up at you through his lashes from his hunched position as you made your way to the bathroom but, as you expected, he was quick to follow you.

Charles watched as you laid out the various products you used usually before pulling out two headbands and turning to face him, moving closer to his body to push the hair out of his face with one.

His hands instantly moved to your waist as you put the headband on him while not-so-subtly admiring his features with a smile.

"How the hell are you so beautiful?" You chuckled, your hands resting on his bare chest while you continued studying his face.

The slight blush that painted his cheeks was unmissable, his eyes disappearing as he giggled, his dimples showing even as he tilted his head forward.

He pulled you closer, hugging you closer as his heart raced and you felt it against your skin. The fact that you had that effect in him was something you truly cherished.

"Have you seen yourself, baby? You're the most beautiful person I've seen." His fingers lifted your chin up and he pecked your lips, then your cheeks and forehead and before you knew it he was peppering small kisses all over your face.

"I love you." Charles said.

"I love you too, angel." You replied, your hands cupping his face for a moment, you body electrocuted with the love that was coursing through it.

With one final peck to the lips, he let go of you and you reached for your own headband, putting it on after tying your hair into a messy bun to get it out of your face.

"First, cleanser 'cause we don't have makeup on." You informed Charles as you grabbed the bottle.

He frowned and reached for a brightly colored jar, bringing it up to his line of sight to read the label.

"Can we use this? It looks fun."

"Yeah, sure, but this is a moisturizer so, at the end." You smiled at him as you foamed up the cleanser between your hands before gesturing for your boyfriend to come closer so you could put the product on his face.

Charles pushed out his head towards you, closing his eyes and pursing his lips so you could rub the cleanser onto his skin.

"Baby, you can talk and open your eyes, you know?" You chuckle and he peaked one eyes open to look at you.

"I don't want my eyes to burn." He complained.

"Oh, i'm sure you'll be fine, angel." You amusingly said then pecked his lips before starting to cleanse your own skin while he stood awkwardly with his eyes still closed and you watched him in the mirror.

"Baby, you look ridiculous." You laughed and Charles groaned.

"Can i wash it off?"

"Yes, of course! It's not a mask or anything."

Sighing in exaggerated relief, Charles grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and splashed water on his face, a couple droplets hitting you as he did so. You followed in his footsteps and washed the cleanser off.

"Now, this!" You grabbed one of your favorite mask. It did an amazing job soothing your skin and since it usually felt really nice and cool against your face, you knew Charles would like it.

"Wait, it's kind of cold." He proved you right as you applied it onto his face, his hand reaching up to swipe some off his face. You pushed his hand away and told him to leave it alone before you put on some yourself.

"We wait 15 minutes now."

You could practically see the idea spark in Charles' mind.

"I'll be back in a second." He walked out of the bathroom, disappearing out of your sight within seconds.

In the time he was gone, you grabbed your phone, checked for any texts and snapped a selfie in the mirror, intending to share it on your story. It was only then that you noticed the purple mark on your neck, making you blush like a teenager.

You saved the picture instead and went to search for your boyfriend when he appeared in the doorframe, carrying a bowl and his phone.

"I brought cucumbers!" He beamed, crunching on a slice as he spoke, "Now, we can look like we are at the spa."

Highly amused by this, you threw in a joke that you already knew was lame.

"Spa?" You made a driving motion with your hands, smiling as you spoke.

Charles narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, "Oh, come on! You know what i mean."

"Oui, i know what you mean." You grabbed a piece of cucumber and ate it, then another piece that you put on one of Charles' eyes.

"No, wait. I wanna put some music first." He grabbed your hand to stop you, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his music before clicking on a song and letting it play softly as he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and covered his eyes with some cucumbers.

Smiling at the sight, you took a quick, discreet picture of him before you sat by the sink and mirrored his actions, loving that the picture was basically unsharable since he was in just his boxers, making it only yours to see.

While waiting for the time to be up, the two of you chatted about really random things, laughing so much that the cucumbers fell off a bunch of time until the both of you gave up on them. Instead, you had a small, silly photoshoot in the mirror than ended up with one of your favorite pictures of the two of you. Charles had one brow arched and was pouting his lips as he stood behind you while you were giggling at something he had said seconds earlier. It was a picture that would be kept between you and him only due to the choice of clothing, or lack of it thereof, and the painfully obvious mark on your neck.

Then, as his music shuffled, one of your songs came on. You rushed to skip it, groaning in a bit of annoyance but Charles pulled his phone away from you, telling you he loved that song, what left you inevitably enduring the awkwardness of listening to your own voice blasting out of your boyfriend's phone speakers. On the bright side, you got to witness Charles singing along to one of your songs what you found utterly adorable.

"You know, this was nice!" Charles admitted after he washed off the mask a few minutes later. You gave him an "i told you so" look as you patted your own face dry and grabbed the moisturizer that impressed him earlier.

You motioned for him to sit again and stood between his legs when he did, feeling his hands on the back of you thighs as you opened the jar and took a bit of product out, softly massaging it onto the entirety of his face, making sure not to miss any spots. He was smiling up at your the whole time, his eyes shining with all the love he had for you as he watched.

"Done!"

He grinned at you and admired as you moisturized your own skin.

"It feels like, it's really smooth." He gushed, touching his face repeatedly.

You laughed at that, "You were literally complaining just about half an hour ago."

He shrugged, waited for you to finish putting away the products before he pulled you to bed, slipping underneath the sheets with you pulled close to his chest. How could he not hold you so close when he's been dreaming of this for so long?

"Today was a bit tiring." He said, rubbing his eyes as he felt the sleepiness coming close to overpowering him.

"It was." You wrapped your arm around his waist, feeling so safe and serene with him so close, "But it was so worth it. Now i get to come home to you." A smile shone on you face as you looked up at him, finding that his gaze was already glued onto you.

"I love it so much, baby. You don't even know." His last word was interrupted by a yawn, "I love it so much that this is our bed, that you are actually here, not just an image on facetime while you talk from a completely different place. I love it so much that we don't have to calculate time zones as frequently as before, because let's be honest, that is kind of inevitable, and that you aren't a seven hour flight away from me." He lazily spoke, his arms tight around your body, one of his hands sliding down to move your leg so it was draping over his while you faced him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

"I love sleeping next to you too, angel. And I'm so thankful for you and for this. I don't think there is any greater comfort than sharing a home with you Charles. I don't know what i did to deserve you, to deserve so much happiness and love but I'll forever be grateful that you're the person i fell for."

With that, you hugged each other tightly and fell asleep in the safety of each other's arms, under a roof that you shared, not knowing what tomorrow would bring but still looking forward to it.

It was all so perfect.

#charles leclerc imagines #f1 x reader #f1 oneshots #f1 imagines #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc oneshots #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x you #charles leclerc smut

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footballfanficwriter · 1 year

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Burning out

Summary:where Kylian is feeling overwhelmed and the reader helps him

A/N: this takes place before and during the international break and also requests are open

Kylian has been exhausted and working hard as well

The international break is in a few days and Kylian is stressed out about it

I know he's been secretly watching what people are saying about how PSG is going down the drain

With Archaf's case, Neymar's injury, Presnel's injury and marquinhos recovering

The responsibility of captain falls upon Kylian and he's trying his best to stay grounded but it seems whatever he's trying to do is not working

And the thing is his not telling me, it's simply things that I'm observing

International break

Kylian just got announced as Captain of France , I don't know what his reaction is because he's not here with me

Which stresses me out, I consider calling him but he might be busy, so I just leave it

And stress on my own

I go on social media to check what people's reactions are

"Antione deserves it more"

"Kylian is still too young to be Captain"

"He's not worth being the captain"

"Antione should be Captain"

"This is so disappointing"

I can't believe it people aren't happy at all

All my worries start rising and I ignore my head telling me not to call Kylian and do it anyway

He picks up after 2 rings

"Amour"

"Kylian"

"Oui"

"Where are you"

"I'm with the guys, why is everything ok?"

"Yeah everything's fine, are you able to come back home for a few minutes"

"Uhm sure I'll see you in a few"

"Ok"

I hang up and wait for him in the room

As I wait I carry on scrolling through the Instagram comments

That's until I hear the front door open and close

"Cherie"

"Kyky"

"Where are you"

"In the room"

I hear him coming up the stairs

"Hey"

"What's wrong"

"Come sit down"

"Why?"

"Kylian just come sit"

"Ok, you're stressing me out now, are you divorcing me?"

"What, no why would I be divorcing you"

"Then what is it"

"Baby, how are you"

"I'm fine"

"No, how are you really, tell me the truth"

"Tired, really really Tired"

"Come here" I say with open arms

"I'm tired Y/n, everyone's just saying how I'll be a horrible Captain and arrogant or how greedy I am"

"Oh honey, I know for a fact that you'll do great as Captain, I know it and I promise"

"Really?"

"Yeah, and if you ever feel like you're not good enough, I'll be here to remind you how great you are"

He looks up at me with tears I his eyes

"Merci mon amour"

"You're welcome, I was gonna suprise you but since we're here"

"What, what is it"

"I'm gonna be coming with you, so that means I'll be there to watch every match and press conference"

"Wait really"

"Yeah, I'll be there for everything"

"God I love you, so much"

"And I love you"

"But honestly I'm really nervous"

"About what?"

"The press conference"

"What about it?"

"I know for a fact that those interviewers will be ruthless, what if I slip up, what if they say something and I just lose my temper, what if I g-"

"Hey, hey Arrêt, remember I'll be right there with you in the crowd, so if you feel anxious, just look my way and take a deep breath and answer the question ok"

"Oui"

"Besides you don't need me there I'm just gonna be there for moral support"

"No you're my whole support system"

I laugh at his come back and he lies on me

"Can we stay like this for a few more minutes, I don't wanna go yet"

"Yeah,we can"

Press conference

"You are Captain, The vice Captain is Antione Griezmann, who was quite disappointed, how did you analyze this with him and what did you tell him ?" The interviewer asks

He looks at me and I give him a thumbs up and he smiles at me before answering the question

"Yeah, I spoke to Antione because he was disappointed and, and quite frankly it's understandable , it's a normal reaction and it's hard, I told him in his place I might have the same reaction, he's thirty two and he's spent ten years on the French team, he is an important player,maybe the most important, so it normal that he was disappointed, and what I say is that when I'm Captain , I'm not his superior, he has experience in the French team and I don't , and he's someone that's loved by the whole team and it would be a real shame if we don't benefit from his experience.

After a few more questions the press conference ends and I can see it took a toll on him

When we get into the car he sighs and puts his hands on his face

"Kylian"

"Mhhm"

"Mon amour ça va"

"Je nes sais pas"

"Parle avec moi"

"I knew they were going to be ruthless but this was just next level, maybe I should give up and give the Title to Antione, people obviously prefer him over me"

"Quoi tu es fou?"

"no I really am starting to think I wasn't cut out for this role"

"Hey look at me you won't do anything like that you deserve this title after the way you played in the world cup, babe you scored all three goals for the team, I know for a fact that you'll be a great Captain, and all of this will pass they'll get use to you as time goes on"

"How do you always manage to keep me at ease?,and calm"

"Cause I know how you get when you overthink"

"Well, thank you"

"You're welcome"

He leans in for a kiss and I don't hesitate to kiss him back

I really am proud of him and I'll tell it to him every day until he believes it

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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Severance Pay

literally just Hanma getting hard while beating a man to death for 1.9k words (no reader, trust me you don't wanna be in this one anyway)

TW: Dark content?, tragically unproofread, generally violent themes, blood, shuji gets a little worked up lowkey, um shoe humping???thigh riding???kinda???, is that sexual assault? i mean yeah probably, shuji really gets off on the power here etcetc.

Note: yeah sorry about this, but cheers it's time to get drunk now.

Kinda dark content; Consume responsibly.

The end of the work day. The thrill of having a singular task unchecked, a task that you know you can manage with ease - maybe even enjoy. The feeling of saving the best for last.

That’s what was stirring in Hanma’s chest as he sat on a plush velvet stool at the bar of a vacant VIP lounge. He was in relatively high spirits despite the room reeking of desperation and sex and cortisol shed by unhappily wed businessmen taking advantage of the strip club’s menu of women. Dance music reverberated in his chest, rumbling comfortably like thunder before a lightning strike. A familiar message urging patrons to grab their last drink and settle their tabs was broadcast through the establishment with all the professionalism an exhausted bartender could muster.

The last job of the day was designed especially for him, a special case that Kisaki deemed deserving of Hanma’s special touch. A job that Hanma’s tendency for histrionics and drama couldn’t mess up.

The distant clang of metal slipping and clicking back in place brought Hanma to attention. His lithe muscles pulled taut with anticipation and a loose, sloppy smile of genuine pleasure replaced his neutral countenance and he turned to greet the newcomer, “Ah! I thought I smelled fresh blood!” Hanma joked, letting his cigarette bob lazily around his words. A younger man emerged from the shadow of the entrance way and paled from top to bottom. Hanma could all but hear the dice clatter in his brain, unsure if the gamble of dashing back towards where two huge bouncers stood guard was worth it. “Relax kid,” Hanma’s words lulled like an audible eye roll as he stood to his full height from a velvet stool, “s’a joke. Cool it. Ya made it just in time, Cinderella. Thought maybe you’d lost your faith in good ol’ big brother Toman.” The deep voice was deceptively chipper despite the trademark sarcasm.

Had it been anyone else making small talk in place of a playful greeting, the younger man might have laughed it off, played along, bowed and continued on following the rules of the organization he sought to leave. But the tower standing over him was Hanma Shuji and that tone didn’t match the unrelenting look of anticipation for something that couldn’t be predicted in his eyes. It didn’t match his reputation as-

“The Reaper.” Terror bolted the man’s feet in place. Prey always recognizes a predator.

“Oh now, now! The Reaper was my father! Please, call me Hanma - No, better, Aniki.” He looked up and exhaled a long smoke laden breath complete with eye contact so oppressive it was sure to strip any delusion the younger man might possibly have about where the power lay. “What’d I say? Relax! I’m only here for your exit interview.” Cue the last long drag of his cigarette, savored for a moment, “And, of course, to administer your severance pay.”

A stuttered breath of relief left the smaller man who finally followed the gestured order to sit across from Hanma. Anticipation built pressure in Shuji’s chest. He was in his element. Luring his prey into a false sense of security with the ease of a master, gently swirling his glass of whiskey and smiling widely when the younger man flinched as Shuji slammed the glass onto the fine wooden table harder than was necessary. Shuji choked down the manic desire to giggle as the proverbial rope of tension began to fray just as he uttered the words, “Shall we begin?”

–

Shuji’s fist repeatedly cracked into the younger man’s face. Hanma watched with delight from where he held his ex-kohai down on the glossy wood of the bar by the throat. Dull, meaty impact made way for wet crackling as Shuji made progress beating the now hardly recognizable face. Teeth were bent in, loose from the repeated abuse, bloodied by trauma and scraping and catching along Shuji’s own unprotected knuckles. When Shuji withdrew his hand, it was red and angry and dripping. A chill of excitement bordering delirium shot down his spine at the thought he couldn’t tell where his victim’s blood stopped and his own began.

The tall man laughed with his whole body at the sputtered attempts of his victim to beg and plead for mercy that Hanma had no intention to grant. At last, teeth spilled like Chicklets over the bar. Blood gushed from severely split lips with every slurred pop of his continued pleas. Finally tired of such repetitive work, Hanma gripped the man by the back of his head, fingers knotted in greasy, sweaty hair, as congealing blood cemented it in place. Hanma admired his handiwork close up. A pool of crimson collected in the man’s mouth and Shuji shook the younger’s head to watch the reflection of himself ripple and distort and pour in messy clotted rivers over swollen, broken lips.

“Spit at me.” He spoke with the tone of a command. It was neither a request, nor an option, but an order.

“N-niki, i-I,” came the gargled response.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He cooed as if to a child, “I didn’t ask.” Hanma gripped his swollen and battered jaw and his mouth split into a sadistic smile as he slammed the man's head down, triggering a gasp turned gagging, choking fit.

Hanma didn’t flinch when warm clotted fluid spotted his face over and over as the man coughed and sputtered. Thicker splotches ran down his cheeks then his neck to be absorbed by the exorbitantly expensive foreign silk of Shuji’s shirt. He didn’t react at all except to involuntarily roll his eyes back in some twisted relief. A throaty groan escaped him at the obscenity of the comforting ritual of feeling blood on his skin and the strain of someone desperately clinging to life beneath his grip. Shuji’s breathy giggle danced along his victim’s face. “So he can follow orders after all.” Windpipe held tightly with Sin, Punishment landed the final blow before his consciousness failed.

Hanma made short work of securing the young man to the bolted bar stool. He poured himself another glass of whiskey and stifled a chuckle at it landing in a sticky puddle as he put it down. Calling the man to wake was useless, he got no response until he cracked the back of his hand across the poor fuck’s face. Swollen eyelids split to show a sliver of bloodshot and pinkened eyes. Golden irises and a chiseled face decorated in streaks of slowly scabbing and dusting, darkness met the man. It sounded far away when Shuji spoke, “Stay with me sunshine. You want your severance so badly, ya gotta stay awake for it.” The gangster leaned down further and all but purred in his ear, “Show Aniki how hard you can fight for it, ah?” Two fingers pressed uncomfortably at the top and bottom of each swollen eye and spread the lids higher. “Eyes on me.” Tears cut clean trails through evidence of struggle and battery and diluted the blood in the corners of his eyes. Hiccuped sobs wracked the otherwise limp body worn out from struggling.

Shuji brought a knee to the man’s crotch and leaned more and more weight. Yells turned to screams that pitched higher and higher until Hanma was sure he’d destroy his voice. Beautiful vocals to the soundtrack of agony Hanma played. In this moment he was all powerful, the conductor of a symphony of his creation. God nothing got him off as much as this kind of power.

He ground his knee deeper. “Grind on it,” he demanded and to his sadistic delight, the man bucked his hips with whatever force he had left, desperate to please his tormentor despite the pain. Hanma wrapped a hand around his throat and smirked, “Humping my knee like a bitch in heat. Fucking pathetic,” He scoffed mockingly, gleeful at having so thoroughly broken his toy. He let it go on until the man’s muscles gave out before he made a show of pulling out two stacks of bills. In salt crusted eyes, he saw it.

Hope.

Hanma recognized it from countless other fights, other killings. Nothing brought him such elation as the moment his victim found it only to lose it. Hanma eagerly continued his show so that he might soon watch his favorite part.

With excessive force, Shuji forced his mouth open and ignored the clunk from previous dislocation or worse to shove the currency in his mouth. Watching the muscles of his throat pulsate helplessly around dry bills and retching uselessly satisfied Hanma’s sick need for entertainment enough to finally unstick his whiskey glass from the mess of the bar and savor a long sip. He grabbed the rest of the thick Hibiki whiskey and dumped it on his victim who writhed and let out muffled screams with renewed panic from pain wherever alcohol soaked into still-fresh wounds. He was caught up in the white hot sting to realize Shuji had flicked his lighter on and set the bills sticking out from his mouth. Panic reached a fever pitch when the heat of fire met alcohol sodden lips.

Shuji has always loved fire. Loved the way flames lick skin urging it to melt away under its intimate touch. Loved the colors. Loved the way it forced jerking, panicked movements from someone all too near it. He shunted a cigarette from his carton, “Can I bug ya for a light?” the cheeky bastard asked as if the man could hear him as he leaned in to catch enough of the flame to start with a delicious drag. He enjoyed the show with his cigarette from a loveseat a few feet away. It’d be a lie to say his dick didn’t kick in his slacks a few times.

He watched until he thought the flames might be burned into his eyes. Kisaki would be annoyed. Hanma’s eye prescription always suffers after he gets to teach a lesson this way. Eventually, Shuji got up and emptied five of six shots in his revolver starting from the legs and ending at the man’s throat.

On his way out, he casually holds the gun to his own head and flicks the revolver. He pulls the trigger mid step to see if this time he’ll join his victim in hell. But his head remains on his shoulders in one piece after the hammer kicks, so he hands the gun to the bouncer already equipped with a handkerchief, adjusts himself in his pants, and prides himself on a job well done.

–

A few mornings later, Kisaki casually opens the newspaper to find a photo of a generic man in his mid twenties in the obituaries. A kind man, it said, who always gave what he could. A sense of humor that could make anyone laugh. Died on the job, providing for his family. Survived by his wife and their newborn.

Ye so i posted that, cool.

I'mma tag anyone who acknowledged the post about this yesterday, big apologies if that wasn't actually interest as much as it was you being nice and supporting me and this is not fun for you

@a-nuisance-called-sam @citrusteaa @sin-and-punishment @kisa-rae @bertholdts--butt

lets maybe not acknowledge this happened

#damn i really ought to revise this.#fuck it we ball #Hanma shuji #tw: suggestive #tw: violence #tw: blood #i mean when i need more trigger tags than i know how to tag it for ppl to find it #i think i realize ive done something wrong here.#pls its very poorly written #so repetitve #i just needed to have him break someone for the joy of it #excuse me #ill see myself out #shuji hanma #hanma shuji~❤️#begging you to please tell me if you liked this #genuinely begging

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risingshards · 10 months

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I'm reading the new interviews with Jackson and Doc (done prior to the strike) and uHGHGH i'm gonna be so emotional watching the Venture Bros movie, I dearly missed my idiots and I don't wanna say goodbye to my idiots.

Also these bits from the interviews really resonate with me:

Publick reflected on the hardships of shouldering so much of the show's production, including in his case directing and working on VFX of episodes. "Every time, the production is really hard on me, in particular," he said. "So, when I get to the end of the season, I've been working like 70 hours a week for a year straight, and I hate it, and I go, 'I don't know if I want to do this anymore.' But then you get a month or two off, and...like, these idiots [meaning the characters] start talking to you again. You start writing stuff down. We've always reinvented it as we went. Any time we felt like we were getting a little stale, we would go, 'Let's fuck it up.'"

io9: Without giving the plot away, the movie both resolves and leaves dangling certain big questions that have been at the heart of The Venture Bros. for a long time. Was that something you deliberately set out to do, tie up certain plot threads but leave others open-ended?

Hammer: We came to a conclusion between the two of us years ago that ending the show is nothing we’re interested in. The Venture Bros. lives on forever, and we knew that when it was time to end it that we would have to leave it open-ended. Because it’s not done—this show should live on in the fans’ heads. And these [characters], there’s never going to be a monumental thing where everybody collapses or a monumental thing where everybody saves the day. That’s not the show. It was never set up to be that show. So we knew that we were going to leave a lot unanswered. But we had a few questions that we thought, we need to get these out. And it was a bit of a puzzle for us to go, “We’re getting them out, yet even after these monumental ideas come out, we want to end it with: the show keeps going.” You know, the very last scene is the show going, “and the fight continues between these people.”

Hammer: They’re not just toxic masculinity, but hopefully looking at it where people can find a roadmap out. We’re not giving you the answers, but we’re definitely pointing and going, you should recognize this paradigm. This is everywhere. This is the road to forgiveness, that you have to embrace this and not perpetuate it. Venture Brothers wasn’t trying to be a public service announcement. It was trying to entertain you in a way that made you kind of uncomfortable, but go I think I’m learning about myself watching this mess. And that’s all we ever wanted to do. And we made our mistakes as creators. We’ve done some things that we look back on and go, boy, that was a young kid trying to be funny. And we luckily were on the air long enough to go, forgive us. And please understand us. This is I think what we’re talking about here, and our viewers just go Yeah, yeah, I think that is what we’re saying. And we talked about topics that were horrifying to people. We had a lot of gender issues in our show that were handled in this David Bowie casualness of just like, people have gender problems. That is just who we are. They’re not frightening. They’re not weird. They’re just something that happens.

#venture bros #jackson publick #doc hammer #i watched this show since season 1 was airing like #it's been a part of my life for so long #and is so highly influential on me and my work #i hope it does super well and we somehow get a revival #LIKE THEY DONT WANNA BE DONE LET THEM MAKE MORE

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at this point Alex not being married/having kids seems like an intentional Choice to not follow the prescribed path and it's so fascinating but we can't ever really know more about it bc its a crazy invasive thing for an interviewer to ask (not that he'd answer but still)

i never went looking for it again bc it just made me cringe so much but i'm 100% sure there was an interview from 2018 (like, if someone has this interview you're more than welcome to send it to me and i will share it bc more than anything i'm committed to the truth. i just haven't snooped hard for it bc like i said, the whole thing gave me secondhand embarrassment and i know that if i find it i will read it again bc i'm me lol and i don't wanna feel it again mvfmgkbmg) where the interviewer did ask if he wanted to start a family and he answered (would you look at that) that he "wasn't ready for the responsibility".

and like i feel like in 2018 that answer said everything. he's been hopping from committed relationships to committed relationships since stepping into the limelight and i find his candidness really surprising (always do lol) but truly any other answer would just stand out so much as a lie bc it's so obvious that at the time (we'll get to that) that was the case. he'd been dating taylor for over 3 years at that point, living together for almost as long, they had fucking matching tattoos, and he still didn't feel ready to fully commit. like, he never did. that's been his stance since always. that's one of the reasons he's a serial monogamist, if i may say so. he craves the stability but never wants to commit all the way.

and like, of course. they broke up. which has always happened and looks like it always will tbh. i don't wanna comment too much on louise bc that's always a headache but just overall you know. she hasn't moved in like the other gfs did within months, he doesn't let her post him, doesn't take her to events (barely attends them himself anymore tbf), doesn't take her on tour as much as the others, etc. all the while seeing the guys getting married (and divorced but then again, married again) and having children, etc. and where is he? tucked away reading books, watching films, listening to and writing music. like. oof okay i don't have a point. but you know. you know.

i don't have anything to base this on but like please keep up with this loosely explained train of thought. there he is, tucked away while his closest friends build families (which he is watching happening) and i think something clicked in him since 2018 that yeah, he doesn't want that. of course he hasn't said anything, but don't you just feel it? in your soul? that he doesn't want it? i feel like he's accepted that he doesn't want that kind of responsibility, not that he's not ready for it yet. he doesn't have social media bc, according to him, "there isn't enough time in a day" lol. like, imagine a toddler running around the house when he just wants to crack a rhyme or something. it's completely cliché, i know, but i feel like he's one of those absurdly dedicated people who just wants to live for his art, man. that's the love he chose, he just wants to spend time with that and anything else would be a nuisance. or, you know, some other less cynical more homoerotic expanation lol

he's been with louise longer than he was with alexa, his most iconic relationship. isn't that crazy? does he look like he's getting married any time soon? lol

and yeah let's leave it at that, i think

#this is way too long an answer for something i shouldn't even care about and idk if i'm okay with that to be completely honest #ask #anonymous #alex turner

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storiesundercandlelight · 2 years

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Hello! Idk if you’re still taking requests, but could you do one where a female reader is doing an internship at the police station for college/uni, and she gets to work on and observe the case with Detective David Loki? I guess they develop a connection during the case but he’s hesitant to get involved with a girl younger than him. If not, I understand, just thought I would send it in anyway ☺️

Thank you for the request!!! Requests are still OPEN by the way everyone!!

Warnings: Swearing.

Your POV

The rain was relentless, tapping it's tune out on the windows of the car as you sat there waiting for Detective Loki to come out of the Dover's house. You didn't come in for this one, Loki was headed in to talk to Mrs.Dover about her husband who was going up for trial soon and you figured she'd prefer not to have a student watching the whole thing.

You were super grateful to have been placed with Detective Loki, even more grateful that he agreed to have you shadow him for the whole case. Everyone at the station was surprised you'd requested him. "You sure you don't wanna go for another detective hun? Loki can be...a bit...well tough to handle" or "They stuck you with Loki? Hmm good luck kid!"

But you were pretty happy about it, David had been pretty reserved at first, he didn't want you to shadow him that was for sure, it took some convincing from the chief before he finally agreed, but over the course of the case you felt like you guys had kind of hit it off and worked well together.

You remember the first day and it made you smile, he was super unsure about what to do...

You sat at the desk waiting for Detective Loki to come in, the station was pretty empty today which you thought was a good thing, it meant less eyes and ears witnessing your first impression with him. He came in, a little late, coffee cup in hand, he looked so tired, he'd been up late interviewing the first suspect they'd brought in.

You stood up when he came over to his desk finally noticing that you'd been sat there. 'Hey, I'm _____" Loki looked at you for a moment, confusion plastered across his face. "I umm, I'm meant ot be shadowing you?"

"Oh shit right...sorry...umm" he cleared his throat. "Sorry right"

You moved out of his way so he could sit down, which he did and wait for him to get himself settled before speaking. "So...what do you need me to do?"

"huh? Oh umm..." He looked around. "I... I don't know"

It took a few days for the two of you to fall into a rhythm but eventually you did, you would be waiting every morning with his coffee, black no sugar and a clear objective for the day ahead. He was a good detective, sure he has his moments. The lash out in the office had been a little scary sure but you'd been with him the whole time you knew how frustrating it was for him.

You hadn't been there during the final call out, where he'd found Anna. You rushed to the hospital as fast as you could when you heard he'd been shot at. You couldn't help the panic that ran through you. You hadn't realised before the feelings that had been building up over your time with him. You kept thinking at times that he showed those same feelings back but then his moods changed pretty quickly either because of stress or any other kind of interruption to be honest. It was hard to know exactly what he was feeling.

Detective Loki POV

Mrs. Dover thanked Loki as he walked out of the house. Fuck he was glad it was over. He made for the car quickly, fucking rain never stops here. He got in and turned to _____ who was sat waiting. It was nice having her around he had to admit, although sometimes he kept forgetting who she was, more importantly why she was actually here. He kept getting distracted by her, his thoughts wandering places they probably shouldn't considering she's a student. He knew she was old enough but still there was a decent age gap between them.

"You okay?" He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of her voice.

"Yeah... yeah I'm okay" She smiled at Loki and he went about starting the car up. He tried and likely failed to hide the fact that all he wanted to do was reach over a kiss her every time she smiled like that at him.

You'd be no good for her anyway, even without the age gap and the fact that she's a student.

Your POV

David was quiet as he drove, and so were you. But you were sure it was for different reasons, he was likely quiet because that's just how he is, and that he's tired. You on the other hand were quiet because this was the last time he would drive you back to the station. The case was over, you'd finished shadowing him and while you were grateful that your student days were almost over, you couldn't help but feel a tug on your heart that soon you wouldn't see him.

"You hungry?" David's voice made you jump out of your thoughts.

"What?"

"I asked if you were hungry"

"Oh sure a little I guess"

"Well...we can go get something, you know to celebrate the fact that you don't have to put up with me anymore" God you wished that wasn't the case, you'd put up with him forever if you could.

"I'd like that" You made yourself smile when he glanced at you before changing directions. Well at least you could stay around him a little longer.

The place he took you to was nice, chinese food was a favourite of yours, the place wasn't crowded, a few couples and groups of friends dotted around the place. You grabbed a table by the window that was a little more private, David didn't seem to mind your choice. After the waitress took your orders you fell into an awkward silence, usually you didn't notice it but...at a table it was a little different.

"You cleared your throat hoping it would make David say something" He met your eyes and thankfully he wasn't a detective for nothing.

"You looking forward to going back to normal?"

"In some ways" You swirled your straw around your glass, listening to the ice glink against the side. "I'll miss some parts though"

"Yeah? Like what?" You froze for a moment wondering how honeslt you should be with him, David asked the question innocently as far as you could tell. To ruin dinner or not to ruin dinner?

"Umm...just you know..." You looked up at David trying to figure out what to say only to meet his gaze, you felt yourself grow hot at the idea of him watching you have some kind of brain block. You opened your mouth to say something - god knows what - but you were interrupted by the waitress bringing your food to the table.

"You know I lived off of chinese food my first week on campus...It's why I decided to rent during my last semester, I couldn't bring myself to cook in the same kitchen as my roommates any longer or even in that kitchen at all, I did it only out of necessity and lack of money"

Thankfully after that your conversation continued smoothly, David talked about himself very little but listened to you talk and chipped in where he could. You realised given his past - of at least what you'd heard from others at the station - that David must find it hard to make small talk about himself or what he does when he's not working... which seemed like never.

By the time you left the restaurant it was getting dark. "I can drive you home, you don't have to come back to the station today"

"Oh okay sure, it's not far"

"I know" David smirked at you as you both got back into his car, the fact that David knew where you lived flustered you more than it should, you knew you'd spoken about your little studio apartment before, the fact that he remembered just fueled your need for your hopes to be fulfilled.

Detective Loki POV

David pulled up outside your building, it was in a relatively good part of town which he was thankful for, despite trying his best to ignore his feelings towards you he felt a great amount of comfort from knowing you were at least safe.

"Okay well... thank you for dinner, I had fun" David turned to you, something was off with your smile and he'd noticed it earlier when you said you'd miss some things. Not you, you ass. He wanted it to be him, so badly.

"Good" He was about to speak again but you interrupted him.

"David..." His heart leaped a little at the use of his first name, usually everyone just called him Detective or Loki, you'd been the same. He waited for you to continue, impatiently but he waited all the same. "You...umm...I'll miss you"

David didn't answer, his mind was going crazy, did she mean just generally? Like a friend? Like more?

"I'm sorry, thank you for everything" David snapped out of it as Y/N rushed to get out of the car, closing the door and heading to her apartment.

Your POV

Shit shit shit!! You could scream at yourself if that wouldn't make you look even more stupid. What an idiot. Your hands were shaking as you tried to find the key for the main door, you didn't even hear the car door opening and closing behind you.

Davids hand on your shoulder made you jump and drop your keys.

"Shit, sorry" David leant down to pick the keys up but he didn't hand them back to you, instead he looked over them before taking in a breath and looking back at you. "I am...I'm not good at this, even more so given our situation but...I will miss you too"

Your heart was hammering against your chest as David continued. "I thought about it, a lot actually. I guess I figured you were too young or you'd find it weird, but then you said... well you said what you said and I thought maybe that wasn't..." He stopped talking and looked around, his free hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck, it was a gesture you were familiar with now. He was nervous.

"I like you" the words were out of your mouth before you really thought them through but you didn't care anymore. "I have liked you for a while now, but I thought you didn't feel the same, that you would think I'm too young for you or too immature"

"You're not. I don't think that"

"You don't?"

"No"

"So...what now?"

"I don't know" You stood for a moment thinking about how funny this would look to someone else, the both of you stood here fumbling over words and awkwardly trying to tell each other than you've both been hiding all of these feelings. That David was hesitant, he still looked hesitant but at least now you knew he liked you back.

"You want to come in? We can talk about it?" it took David a moment but eventually he sighed, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he handed you the keys.

"Yeah I'd like that"

#detective loki x reader smut #detectiveloki #detective loki #detective loki x reader #prisoners 2013 #jake gyllenhaal

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freemindedspirit · 9 months

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I am not seeking any validation. I was wrongly portrayed by someone here. So I just wanted to make my stand clear. That's all. What would I gain by being acknowledged as his tf/fs. Nothing.. Nada.

I think it is a bit harsh to judge a person whom you haven't even met in real life. If being honest felt like I was trying to be a wanna be I don't know what to say.

Earlier I said I was feeling all angsty and heartbeat rising up. I took some time off. I needed some solitude to reevaluate my thoughts. Why would I hate a person who has no idea of my existence? The best thing to do is to detach. I felt better after that.

Everyone is reading only the parts they want to read. It is always the case. He is not even my type. I would rather have chosen Namjoon or yoongi who are actually my type if I wanted to "fantasise" as being a BTS fs . We don't even know if they will ever marry at all. So why JK? I am not someone to fall for all that grandiose.

I don't watch his lives nor his videos nor his interviews. Out of all the lives he has done I have seen maybe one ? Still you say I am obsessed with him. Tell me how?

Aww he is so good looking he sings so good he is good at everything, he is the heartthrob of millions of girls. Let me make him my fs. So that I get some leverage. U think this is the case for me?

Why would I want him as my fs. Is it money? I would rather use mine. I would only want things which I can afford. So pls. Is it the status he holds in society? Again no it is not it. Is it the looks, nope. I am sorry. Also pls don't ever fall for looks guys. It is not everything.

Do I spend hours looking at his photos or videos? again nope. Still there is some undeniable pull. I can't explain. Pls don't start picking me on it. I beg you.

I can't say if I have a connection to him unless I meet him right? I repeat I did not talk like yeah I am his tf what about it. I just wanted to write there (on YouTube) as a warning to other girls who might be having similar experiences to be wary of what they are experiencing and to be mindful and now I am a wanna be??

I don't care if the whole world is against me. If I am truthful to myself it is enough. To people still nitpicking on me I have nothing to say. Pls stop trying to portray someone as this and this when you don't actually know them in person. It is easier to point a finger.

On an ending note I will write a poem here

Can I love you?

Not for what you are;

Not for what you were;

Not for what you are going to be;

Can I love you

For just being you?

Oh! Let us rest for some time,

Letting go of all this chase,

On my mind all day;

Can't free myself from you,

You are the drug that keeps me high;

Baby you are my fantasy,

I am too drunk on your love.

It is a lame poem but I wanted to end this post on a good note. Bye!!

Why do you feel such a need to justify yourself anon ? If you wanted to talk privately with me i can answer not anonymous asks privately and my DMs are open.

The reason why people on the blog currently act about you as if you were a wannabe is because according to all the information you have given them anon, you are one. YOU are the one burying yourself deeper and deeper in your justifications. It would have been enough to just read my PSA silently. If you felt targeted that is between you and your conscience. If you are the person I think you are, i told you specifically what behaviors you had and why they would put you in danger. You chose to act dodgy again, not my problem. You chose to come here multiple times, to justify yourself for no reason, to expect emotional labor from strangers.

Im gonna repeat myself again, but i dont give a shit about what you think or dont think yourself as.I dont give a shit wether you are more attracted to jungkook or yoongi or namjoon. I DONT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT YOUR YOUTUBE HISTORY EITHER.

What i care about is your actions. And what you did, anon, is repeatedly come into my asks box bc you felt targeted and wanted to justify yourseld repeatedly for things no one accused you of but your conscience. And if you are the person i think you are, your actions are trying to create "hints" inviting people to think you are jks fs, or at least a bts fs. Repeatedly. I warned you of the risk to be harassed or bullied, of falling into spiritual psychosis or obsession. All the cards are in your hands now.

I will not take this matter publicly anymore. You either come talk privately in my dms or I block you, but I will not play this public,guilty telephone game anymore.

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raideo · 9 months

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Issey drama anon here, please tell us about Romance Doll because I have not heard anything about it

also, have you heard of Quartet? I've seen like 50 gifsets from it and it seems legit funny as hell

UMMM WELL- I'll put my thoughts on Romance Doll under a break at the end because the movie is pretty nsfw and weird and yeah...

Quartet is on my list! I'm definitely going to watch it at some point, but I also really wanna watch Miracles! Honestly that one has been the most interesting to me from the beginning but my adhd is just causing me to watch whatever's convenient first, not the ONE IVE REALLY WANTED TO WATCH THIS WHOLE TIME. I still have to finish Koisenu Futari too... I stopped that one cuz I was watching it with someone and we had a long period of time where we couldn't watch it. And then also it's just VERY HEAVY as a person who happens to be demi who has gone through periods of feeling like I could be aroace in the past. It's so realistic and deals with the painful things as well as the funny things and I am scared to finish it bc I KNOW THERES MORE HEAVY SHIT TO COME but it's an amazing show AND I DO WANT TO FINISH THAT ONE TOO.

And on a completely polar opposite note: ROMANCE DOLL, LMAO

Ok so, this movie is very much one of those WEIRDLY REALISTIC stories where all the characters are so real and flawed and HUGE MISTAKES ARE MADE by characters and it's just such a wild ride. You probably haven't heard about it because its FUCKING WACK.

Without giving too much away in case you wanna watch it (netflix dropped it last monday, which is actually why I ended up watching it over the weekend at all, but it's still available to rent on amazon 🙄) Issey plays Tetsuo, an unemployed art college grad who is desperate for a job. His friend gave him a tip about this sketchy job opening but told him literally nothing else about it. He shows up and this old woman greets him and shows him around and he's a bit shocked to find out it's a shop that makes SILICONE SEX DOLLS. The woman is like "your friend didn't tell you that???" And Tetsuo was like "he literally just said there was a job here-" and she laughs and says "Some friend he is then!" Honestly I loved the old lady she's great, I wish I could remember her name I'm too lazy to go look it up rn.

Anyway so yeah, he takes the job even though the interview was super awkward and there's this gross pervy old guy who works there and he doesn't really care about the subject matter he just needs money (mood)

One thing and another happens (and a lot of me wanting to slap the old man into next tuesday, seriously he's the worst) and a little bit later Tetsuo meets the love of his life through some bullshit connection to his job, and they end up getting married some time after, but she doesn't know what he does for a living and ITS ALL VERY HARD TO EXPLAIN WHY HE KEEPS THAT FROM HER without spoiling things but just- the movie is wack, I really didn't like it in the beginning but it pulls a complete 180 and ends up being this weirdly emotional and AT TIMES, a holesome wholesome slice of life movie??

Don't get me wrong it doesn't sugarcoat things like objectification of women and there's some degree of realistic portrayal of that bc of the whole Tetsuo working at a sex doll shop thing, it is very true to life- how men can be gross even if they aren't going so far as assaulting anyone. It doesn't excuse it either it just presents it as it is, which is good I think. But then there are OTHER moments where the movie is very sex positive- so its a wild fucking trip tbh. Definitely don't watch it if you have sensitivities to the things I mentioned above bc bro omg the first half almost had me like "yeah I can't watch this" a couple times jfc.

BASICALLY by the end of the movie the message is that communication and being open with people you love (and not getting bogged down with anxiety and guilt) is important, because on top of not being fair to the people who are important to you, hiding things from them can eat you up inside and make you act irrationally and hurt them even more whether you realize it or not. And also, you never know how someone will feel about the things you don't want to tell them. Something that could be huge to you could be no big deal to another.

Its just a very interesting movie. I don't know if I'd recommend it, theres some NUCLEAR SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT CRINGE MOMENTS like oh my god i wanted to die- and like I said above, there's lots of intense subject matter and some not so pretty moments that a lot of people may want to avoid. Id for sure check one of those sites that gives content warnings before watching bc hoo boy...

But all that aside, once again Issey is an incredible actor and his range is apparent in this movie. I saw some like- borderline SLAPSTICK physical comedy moments that had me so surprised bc he did them so well but its so new and different from anything else ive watched him star in. Dude is just unstoppable tbh. He HAS 👏 THE 👏 RANGE!! 👏

Also you get to see him naked a lot. So there's that!

#LMFAO GOD #its a long post and read at your own risk #rai replies #anon #takahashi issei #sorry to clog the tag with my thoughts I just want issey anon to be able to find it #romance doll #collecting Issey characters with different sexualities like infinity stones lmfao #finally with this movie we have the straight guy

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back2bluesidex · 2 years

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I Fell First- The Prologue

Summary: You have been with Him since the beginning. To you he was the only person that existed in the world, in your world. But to him, you are another pair of hands that clapped after each of his performance. Will it change when you secure a job in his dancing academy?

Pairing: Celebrity Choreographar!Hoseok X Reader

Theme: Just the introduction

Word count: 906

a/n: So this is my second ff. After you all liked the first one I got some courage to start another one. This will be a mini series. Hope you all will like it too.

Masterlist: I Fell First but He Fell Harder

Read the teaser of the first chapter

Prologue

Jung Hoseok, the name was enough to light up my darkest of days, to uncage the butterflies in my stomach, to paint a pinkish tint on my cheeks, yes, just the name was enough and it still is. I looked at him as if it's only him that exists in this vast world, as if he is the one to hang stars in the sky, as if he changes the weather from time to time. But alas! Only if he knew. Only if he knew that I was there for him from the start. Only if he knew I stood there being mesmerized by his moves, during his street-dancer days, I was there watching him when he was rapping underground blaming my late arrival on some non-existent extra classes. Only if he knew I congratulated him with flowers when he took up the job of the assistant choreographer in an agency and when he opened up his first dancing academy. All along I was so proud of him and I never knew how not to love him. I have always loved him with all of my heart, my emotions, my devotion and everything else. He was my escape from my sordid reality and all I was to him, was a part of the ever-growing crowd that always supported him. Yes, that was all I was to him. Neither did I expect anything else, anything more.

Loving him was painful for sure, knowing he would never be mine but never once I thought of stopping. Why would I? He was my sunshine. At first I fell in love with his moves when I first discovered him on the streets of Hongdae, I had a thing for dancers afterall. Then I fell in love with his soundcloud album. The depth of his lyrics that he rapped through his pretty mouth blew my mind away. I had a thing for deep people too. And then I fell in love with his personality. When he became a bit more famous and the YouTubes started interviewing him, I came across his sunshine personality. And I was in a desperate need of sunshine to light up my dark life.

If I am being honest, my life wasn't dark, I chose to keep it close. Being an introvert, I never craved attention. I liked to be in my shell with a number of people that can be counted on my fingers. I even occasionally drove my family away from me. I only kept those close who could understand me inside me. However, it's not that I was not a fun person to be with. Rather, if I let people get close enough to me they would often end up being obsessed with me. That is exactly how two of my best friends are still with me even after all these years, even after all the cold shoulders they have received from me.

Hoseok and I were poles apart but only the opposite poles attract right? Well in this case only one end of the pole was attracted to the other one. But again, I wasn't even a pole in his story, I didn't even exist at all. Nevertheless, I was happy for him. Seeing him going from a street dancer to a celebrity choreographer to own 4 dance academies in South Korea swelled my heart with pride and made me fall for him even more. He became my inspiration. He was just 2 years older than me yet he was able to achieve his dream with his blood and sweat, and that showed me a way to break the chains as well. And I broke it when I declined a higher pay in an agency and opted for a job in his academy. Yeah, my parents called me a "fool in love" but I didn't care. I had had enough already, I invested my 3 years in a job that did nothing but exhausted me. Now I wanna be happy. And working for him, managing his events would certainly bring me happiness, just the mere part of being a part of his academy would bring me happiness. So I went forward and declined the other with a higher pay.

After a week I found myself sitting in the head office of "Hope on the street" acing my interview and almost securing my job until the lady asked me the hardest question, "Ms. Y/N I want you to assure me that you are here for the job itself and not because you are one of his fangirls" she pointed at the picture of Hoseok that was hung on the wall across from me. I got nervous momentarily but I regained my composure and looked forward to spill the truth. "Ma'am I AM a fangirl already. Enough big of a fan to have his initial tattooed on my body. But I am not here to seduce him. Rather I am here to fulfill my goal of being a part of his team. I can assure you that you will never find me following him around or throwing myself over him. But I can't assure you that I won't even look at him if he walks past me. I hope you understand the difference." She looked at me with a blank expression. "You're hired" that's the last thing she said before I walked out of the academy with the biggest smile I have ever had.

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augustvandyne · 2 months

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Petra x reader

Just cute fluff Jane trying to get them together and their first couple dates

oh myyy! my love for petra is honestly so much and i love her. although i do apologize because i haven’t watched jtv in a while, so bare with me!

jane the wingwoman

Jane was the only person you even told about your crush on Petra.

You have to admit that you’ve had an ongoing crush on Petra for a long, long time. At least since your first day at the Marbella. Probably even before that - the day of your interview.

You didn’t know what it was about the blonde, but you were drawn to her.

In your first week or so at the hotel, you were still getting used to everything, and so you got lost at least once or twice.

At one point you’d stumbled right into Petra.. literally. She’d caught you and grabbed onto your elbows to stabilize you.

You apologized what had to have been at least ten times before she assured you it was okay.

Petra had been falsely advertised to you, to say the least. You’d been informed that she was cruel and downright disrespectful to everyone and anyone in her path, but she was just the opposite to you.

She was nothing but kind.

You quickly became friends with Jane and Lina, and you were quickly introduced to all the drama. Which also meant you quickly let them in on your little infatuation with Petra.

They were nothing but happy that you’d found a work crush - more Lina than Jane - that you could fond over.

But Jane definitely made it her mission to help set the two of you up together.

Petra noticed how close the two of you had gotten after a few months, and she’d tried to split the two of you up, but you always ended up back together.

She couldn’t really tell you why it bothered her that you were so close with Jane, but it did.

Jane eventually approached her and confronted her about it, and Petra broke. She told Jane everything, but made her swear to secrecy.

And she had, because you still had no idea.

Ever since Jane and Petra’s conversation, she’d been trying to get the two of you to go out, but every time she put in a good word to either one of you about the other, it went a different direction.

Jane eyes Petra as she makes her way to the hotel bar. You and her were supposed to be together for the rest of the shift, but as she sees the blonde make her way towards the two of you, she sees this as an opportunity.

“Hey, uh, it’s slow..�� Jane rushes out.

“Oh, yeah,” You shrug. “Go.”

You want nothing more than to get out of this stupid uniform, but you knew how tired she was with Mateo and Micheal, so if it meant you had to work a little harder for your friend, you’d do it.

Jane slips into the back as Petra takes a seat at the bar on the far side.

She stays in the back, hidden, although she can still slightly see the two of you.

“Tough day?” You look at her with sympathy. Her eyes are tired and her hair is disheveled. Most likely from her running her hands through it.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Petra chuckles.

“I’m always free to listen,” You smile, leaning against the bar table. “But first could I get you something?”

“That would be wonderful.”

Petra watches you as you pour her drink. She focuses in on your tongue as you stick it out between your lips, focusing intently on what you were doing.

“You wanna talk about it?” You come around the bar to sit beside her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

It was pretty late in the evening, so not many people were coming to get a liquor, but you’d wait around for a while just in case.

Petra sighs, “It’s hard, you know? Partly owning the Marbella.”

“No, I don’t know,” You joke, placing your hand on her knee. “But I’ll pretend that I do, just for you.”

Petra gives a breathless laugh, her lips moving up into a slight smile. Her eyes sparkle in the crappy lighting, and it’s a sight to see.

You dart your tongue out between your lips, wetting them. You don’t miss the way Petra’s eyes watch the movement.

Petra tilts her head and you lean forward slightly, just now realizing how close the two of you were.

“Is—“

You’re suddenly cut off as her soft lips are placed on yours.

At first you don’t kiss back, being caught by surprise, but then you’re kissing back and it’s like fireworks. Her hands find the sides of your face, and it’s evident that it’s been wanted by the both of you for a long time.

You continue to lean towards her, your hand that is on her leg holding you up as you run your other hand down her neck.

Jane does a silent fist pump in the back, glad her plan finally worked.

After you and Petra shared your moment in the bar, you tried to make sure you ran into Petra whenever you could.

Your shared kiss only put a big impact on your already existing crush on the woman.

It was your lunch by now, and you knew Petra rarely ate lunch while she was working, so you took your time to order her favorite from the kitchen and to personally deliver it to her.

You also ordered yourself something to eat, and made your way up to your office, not missing the way Jane smiles at you.

When you softly knock on the office door, Petra immediately dismisses her assistant.

“Well, where am I supposed to go?” She asks timidly, unsure if she’ll get nice Petra or angry Petra.

“I don’t care,” Petra narrows her eyes. “Just somewhere else.”

You place the bag of food on Petra’s desk, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of her space.

Petra gives you a small smile, “You didn’t have to, you know?”

“I know,” You shrug nonchalantly. “I wanted to, though. I know you don’t eat while you’re here. Which is almost always. So it’s the least I could do.”

“Thank you, love.”

The nickname slips from her mouth without a thought, but your cheeks flame for a second after.

“Yep,” You scratch the back of your neck nervously. “Hey, so we should talk—“

“Yeah,” Petra agrees, mouth full of food.

“I..” You bite your lip, not knowing where to start.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while,” Petra shrugs. “If you haven’t, and that was just a heat of the moment thing, that’s fine. We’ll just—“

“I’m going to have to stop you right there,” You say, your blood slightly boiling. “I would want nothing more than to pursue something with you.”

“Oh?” Petra draws her chin back in surprise, as if she didn’t think you’d ever want something with her.

“What? Is it that hard to believe?”

“Well.. I mean I guess,” Petra bites the inside of her cheek. “I just.. I’ve liked you since I’ve met you and I never thought—“

“Shh,” You shake your head, a little anger boiling in your stomach. “Petra.. you are gorgeous. And just so you know, I’ve had a crush on you since I met you too, I mean, what’s there not to like about you? Trust me, I’ve talked about you probably eighty percent of the time I’ve been in Jane’s presence.”

You watch as Petra slightly rolls her eyes at the mention of Jane’s name.

“Hey, she’s my friend!” You point.

“Then I will try to be okay with her,” Petra puts her hands up, crossing her legs.

“Thank you,” The anger fading away.

“Well, now that that’s squared away,” Petra stands to dispose of her trash and comes to stand in front of you. “I would love to take you to dinner. Preferably somewhere outside of the Marbella.”

“And I would love that,” You smirk, standing to be face to face with Petra.

She softly grabs your jaw in her palm, and pulls your mouth towards hers.

You can barely contain your anxiety as you wait by the bar, talking with Jane.

“Are you excited?” Jane asks, trying not to laugh at you. You were basically jumping up and down.

You had your hair curled, a beautiful skintight dress hugged your figure. It was your favorite color, and you looked amazing in it. At least that’s what Jane told you.

“Yes!” You smile ear to ear.

Eventually Jane has to tell you to take a seat and grabs you a water.

“I know you really like her,” Jane gives you an upside down smile, happy to see that you’re finally doing something for yourself, rather than for others.

“I do,” You rest your head in your palms, a lovestruck expression taking over your face.

“And.. here she comes,” Jane locks eyes with Petra, taking care of the water that would just be left sat in front of you. “I’ll see you later. Call me. I want details!”

You laugh at her antics, but as you turn around, your breath is suddenly caught in your throat.

Petra catches your eyes after you look her up and down, and you have the feeling she was doing the same thing just seconds before.

“Hey,” You take her in, grasping onto your bag so you don’t start playing with your hands nervously.

“You clean up nicely,” Petra jokes, looking at your dress again. “You look amazing in that color.”

“Thank you,” You push a piece of curled hair behind your ear.

She has her hair pulled back into a ponytail, a slight wave to the blonde locks in the back of her head.

And her dress! The lighter pink color dress hugs her figure perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“You look amazing,” You let out a breathy laugh.

“We should be going, we don’t want to be late,” Petra places her hand on the small of your back.

It takes everything in you to keep your legs from giving out on you. You’d never been close to Petra for a long period of time until the past two days.

Once you were sat at the restaurant, an awkward tension took over the table. You didn’t know what to talk about. And you were out of your mind nervous.

“So.. how was—“

“Let’s not talk about work,” Petra establishes. “I just feel like we should keep our work and personal lives separate. That was one thing Rafael and I did not do, and it put a strain on our relationship. I don’t want that with you. I want to do this right, because, well, I really do like you.”

“I really like you too,” You reach across the table to grab her hand, the tension gone all of the sudden.

“Good,” Petra sips on her drink. “Because I’ve already planned our next date.”

“Oh?” You perk up. “Have you?”

“You’re not gonna get it out of me, love,” Petra smirks.

You sigh in defeat, your cheeks once again heating at the nickname.

“You’re no fair!”

Petra shrugs, “Yet you came out with me anyway.”

“Yes, yes I did,” You smiled.

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