lando norris x fem!driverReader, charles leclerc x exfem!driverReader
summary: your secret bond with Charles hits a rough patch, and Lando steps in as a trusted friend, offering comfort and understanding when Charles's actions lead to heartbreak, pushing you toward a newfound realization and hope for a better path forward
Warnings: cheating, leading on, shitty charles, lando being THE man
WC: 2k306
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In the early days of your secret relationship with Charles Leclerc, everything felt like a dream. He was sweet, and the thrill of keeping your connection hidden from the world added an exciting edge to your romance. But as time passed, an unspoken tension grew between you.
One day, during an interview, a journalist brought up the topic of your relationship with Charles. Anticipation and nerves knotted in your stomach. When the question landed, Charles denied it coldly, leaving you hurt and conflicted.
As the interview progressed, a lingering tension filled the air. The journalist, a sly smile playing on their lips, finally dropped the bombshell question about your relationship with Charles. The room seemed to still, and all eyes turned to both of you.
Your gaze shifted to Charles, anticipation and vulnerability etched across your face. The air seemed to thicken as you waited for his response. A lump formed in your throat, and your fingers unconsciously tightened around each other.
But when the question hit, Charles, usually warm and affectionate, responded with an unexpected iciness. "There's nothing going on between us," he stated, his tone cutting through the room. The words hung in the air, leaving you hurt and conflicted. Your heart sank as you felt the weight of his denial.
The moment stretched, and you locked eyes with Charles, searching for some sign, some glimmer of acknowledgment. Yet, he just looked away, avoiding your gaze entirely. It was as if the connection you thought you shared had been severed with that cold denial. The hurt in your eyes went unnoticed, as Charles continued the interview as if nothing had happened, leaving you emotionally adrift in a sea of unspoken pain.
Later, during a private moment with another driver, the same scenario unfolded. The driver, knowing the truth, asked about your relationship with Charles, only to be met with a dismissive denial. The weight of secrecy pressed on your shoulders, and the hurt deepened.
In a quiet moment away from the public eye, Lando, a close friend and fellow driver, broached the delicate topic. With a knowing look, he asked about your relationship with Charles. The air became charged, and you felt a mix of anxiety and vulnerability, hoping for a different response this time.
Lando, recognizing the truth, waited for Charles's answer. However, just like before, Charles met the question with a dismissive denial. The atmosphere grew heavy, the weight of secrecy pressing on your shoulders, and the hurt deepening.
Lando, attuned to the unspoken dynamics, noticed the subtle shift in your expression. As Charles delivered his cold denial, Lando's gaze shifted from one to the other. The hurt on your face didn't escape his perceptive eyes, and concern creased his brow. A moment of silence lingered, with the unspoken acknowledgment of pain in the room.
Later, Lando would approach you, a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I saw that," he said softly. "You deserve better than being dismissed like that. Don't let him keep hurting you."
Arguments with Charles became more frequent, revolving around the decision to keep your relationship hidden. Each time you brought up the idea of going public, he vehemently opposed it. The grid buzzed with rumors, and even some fans speculated about the connection between you and Charles. Yet, he maintained a stoic denial, causing your heartache to fester.
In this particular clash, emotions boiled over, and words became weapons. Accusations flew back and forth, each sentence more cutting than the last. The weight of secrecy, the denial, and the constant internal struggle reached a breaking point.
The Ferrari hospitality echoed with the intensity of the argument. Cream-colored walls seemed to close in as emotions ran high. Your voice trembled with frustration as you pleaded with Charles, "I can't keep living this lie! It's tearing us apart."
Charles remained obstinate, his face set in a determined expression. "I won't risk everything for a public relationship. It's not the right time, and you need to understand that," he retorted, dismissing your concerns.
As the argument escalated, your emotions spilled over, and the first tears escaped, streaking down your cheeks. "You're not willing to listen to me! I can't do this anymore!" Each word was a desperate cry, a plea for understanding. But Charles, locked in his conviction, seemed impervious to the anguish etched across your face.
Blame laced your words, "You're the only one holding us back. This secrecy is suffocating, and you're not even trying to see it from my perspective." The weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air as the argument reached its climax.
In a moment of sheer frustration, you turned away, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. The door slammed behind you as you stormed out, leaving the echo of the argument lingering in the Ferrari hospitality.
Unbeknownst to you, Lando, sensing the intensity of the argument, tracked you down. In the quiet seclusion, he found you, tears streaming down your face. "Hey," he said gently, offering a comforting presence. "You don't have to face this alone. Let it out."
The night weighed heavy with the residue of the argument, and as you returned to the hotel room, a somber atmosphere enveloped the space. Charles, visibly affected by the confrontation, awaited your return. The tension in the room was palpable as you locked eyes.
Silence lingered before Charles, sensing the depth of the emotional wounds, stepped forward. "I hate seeing you hurt," he confessed, his voice carrying a vulnerability you hadn't witnessed before. Without uttering a word, you allowed him to wrap you in his arms.
"Promise me you won't make me wait all my life, Charles," you murmured against his chest, your voice a mixture of exhaustion and longing. His hold tightened, a silent assurance that he understood the weight of your plea. "I just need a bit of time, mmh?" he finally whispered.
You simply nodded, the vulnerability of the moment hanging in the air. Charles gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch tender as he leaned down to kiss you softly.
Despite the pain, you never pushed Charles to make your relationship official. The fear of losing him outweighed the desire for public acknowledgment. The struggle played out silently, hidden behind smiles and celebratory podium moments.
Despite the soft reconciliation that night, the promised change remained elusive, and the weight of secrecy continued to bear down on your relationship with Charles. Days turned into weeks, and the anticipation of a public acknowledgment remained unfulfilled. The strain pushed you into an unexpected closeness with Lando.
As Charles wrestled with his reservations, Lando emerged as a steadfast companion. He became the one who wiped away your tears, offering solace when Charles's promises lingered unfulfilled. In the moments of vulnerability, it was Lando's reassurance that echoed in your ears. "You deserve the world, and you shouldn't have to wait like this," he would affirm, his comforting presence becoming a lifeline.
The camaraderie between you and Lando deepened, forged in the crucible of unspoken pain and the void left by Charles's indecision. Late nights were spent sharing thoughts and laughter, providing a respite from the storm that brewed within the F1 world. As Charles grappled with his internal conflicts, it was Lando who stood by your side, understanding the silent toll secrecy took on your heart.
The hidden relationship with Charles persisted, and though you still shared a bed every night, an unspoken chasm widened between you. The bond that once felt unbreakable now echoed with a quiet sadness. You moved through the motions, not realizing how distant you had become, the veil of secrecy casting a shadow over the intimacy you once shared.
Practice sessions, once a shared pursuit with Charles, saw a shift. Instead of the familiar presence of Charles by your side, it was Lando who stepped into that role. The dynamics of the racetrack subtly changed, and the camaraderie between you and Lando took precedence. His encouragement and shared passion for racing became a bittersweet replacement for what was once a shared dream with Charles.
Nights that were once filled with whispered promises and shared dreams now carried the weight of unsaid words. Charles's internal struggles seemed to deepen, and the distance between you both grew more profound. Yet, strangely, you found solace in the companionship Lando offered, his support a soothing antidote to the silent sorrow that had permeated your relationship with Charles.
As the days passed, the realization of the growing emotional distance with Charles remained elusive. Lando's presence became a comforting constant, a warmth in the midst of the quiet storm. It wasn't until the contrast between the past and the present became stark that the truth hit you: your connection with Charles was slipping away, and Lando had become the anchor in the sea of uncertainty.
The culmination of emotions reached its peak on a race day where Charles secured a victory. You, securing third place, approached him with genuine pride, ready to celebrate the shared triumph. But the moment took a cruel turn when Charles embraced and kissed another girl in front of the cheering crowd. Time seemed to halt, and you froze, the scene unfolding like a cruel tableau before your eyes.
It was as if you were watching this heart-wrenching spectacle from a distance, detached from your own body. The cheers of the crowd became distant echoes, and the ground beneath your feet felt unsteady. Lando, sensing your shock, placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, grounding you in the stark reality of the moment.
As the tears welled up, streaming down your face, you remained unaware of the silent cascade. Lando, with a sense of urgency, pulled you into a tight hug. "I forbid you to cry for him once again, you hear me?" he asserted, his hand gently stroking your back. "It hurts so much, Lando," you whispered, your voice choked with the pain of betrayal.
"You're third. Focus on that, with me. Don't give him the satisfaction of ruining your win," Lando urged, offering a lifeline in the tumultuous sea of emotions. The weight of the unspoken pain resonated in his words, and his comforting embrace became a shield against the raw hurt. "I thought that he just needed time. I gave him time, I really did," you confessed, your voice breaking.
Lando, looking at you with a sadness that mirrored your own, wiped away your tears. "God, I know you did. Let's go. We don't want people to see you like this," he said, guiding you away from the public eye.
"I can't believe he did that," you mumbled, wiping away the remaining tears.
"He's not worth your tears, trust me," Lando reassured, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"You deserve someone who appreciates you."
You nodded, appreciating Lando's unwavering support. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air as you grappled with the realization that Charles had chosen to share his victory with someone else.
In the shelter of Lando's driver room, the weight of the moment pushed out words you hadn't realized were brewing inside. "It's my fault," the words escaped before you could filter them, your voice choked with despair.
"Don't you dare say shit like that," Lando's warning sliced through the air, his protective instinct flaring. "It is my fault, though," you insisted, your voice tinged with self-blame.
Lando knelt in front of you, his hands gently enveloping yours. "How could that possibly be your fault?" he questioned, his eyes searching yours for an answer.
"He's been distancing himself for weeks now, and I didn't do anything," you confessed, a raw honesty punctuating your words. But before Lando could respond, you blurted out the truth that had been eating away at you. "I didn't do anything because I was distancing myself too, with you," tears streaming down your face once again.
The realization hit you like a wave, the confession laced with sorrow. "So it's my fault too, is that what you're saying?" he questioned, cupping Lando's face in your hands, a desperate plea in your voice. "No, God, no, Lando. I spent with you the happiest days of my life."
"Then why are you crying while saying that, sweetheart?" Lando's voice softened, a mixture of concern and confusion as he searched your eyes for answers.
"Because I'm sad I didn't meet you first," you confessed, the words heavy with regret and longing.
"I wished I was the one meeting you first too," Lando replied softly, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. The vulnerability in his voice echoed your own sentiments, the unspoken desire for a different sequence of events.
"I won't make you wait like Charles made me wait," you declared, determination lacing your voice.
"You're nothing like him," Lando countered, his tone filled with conviction. "You're broken, and I'll wait and help you heal from what he did to you, all the time you need, together"
3months later…
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landonorris: hard launch because why would I hide my girlfriend when my girlfriend is you ❤️
summary: The McLaren team sought the expertise of a skilled physiotherapist, you, to tend to the physical well-being of their drivers. Little did they know, you would soon become more than just a healer, evolving into a vital source of emotional support for the drivers, especially Daniel Ricciardo.
Warnings: body shaming, ed
WC: 2k944
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On your first day at McLaren, you nervously stepped into the bustling atmosphere of the team's headquarters. Team principal Zack Brown warmly welcomed you, introducing you to the dedicated mechanics, engineers, and other essential members of the McLaren family.
As you walked through the high-tech facility, you felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. The air was filled with the hum of activity.
Zack eventually led you to the heart of the team the garage. There, you found yourself face to face with the dynamic duo of McLaren, Lando Norris and Daniel Ricciardo. Lando, with his infectious enthusiasm, greeted you with a friendly smile, while Daniel, known for his trademark grin, extended a warm handshake.
"Hey there! Welcome to the team," Lando exclaimed, his energy contagious.
Daniel, with a twinkle in his eye, added, "Great to have you on board. We've heard you work wonders, hope you're ready for the challenge!"
You, feeling the warmth of their welcome, couldn't help but reciprocate the positive energy. Little did you know that beyond the world of physiotherapy, you were about to embark on a journey that would intertwine your life with the adrenaline-fueled existence of the McLaren drivers.
A few days into your tenure at McLaren, the intense rhythm of Formula One life began to settle around you. As the physiotherapist, you observed the drivers, Lando and Daniel, pushing themselves to the limits during practice sessions and briefings.
Recognizing the importance of maintaining their peak physical condition, you decided it was time for a comprehensive medical checkup. You approached Lando and Daniel with a plan to ensure their bodies were in optimal shape for the upcoming races.
"Lando, Daniel, I'd like to conduct a thorough medical checkup to ensure you're both physically prepared for the challenges ahead. It's crucial to address any potential issues before they escalate," you explained.
Lando, always eager to improve, nodded in agreement, "Sure thing, doc. Anything to stay at the top of our game!"
Daniel, with a playful grin, added, "I trust you've got the magic touch. Let's do it."
The medical examinations unfolded in the state-of-the-art McLaren facilities, with you meticulously assessing their fitness, flexibility, and overall health. As you worked, conversations flowed, revealing not only physical aspects but also providing insights into the drivers' mindset and emotional well-being.
In those moments, you realized the delicate balance between physical prowess and emotional resilience required in their life. Little did you know that your role would extend beyond the realm of physiotherapy, becoming a crucial pillar of support for Lando and Daniel as they faced the relentless challenges of the racing season.
In the quiet confines of your small office, it became evident during Daniel's medical checkup that he was neglecting his nutritional needs. You, observing the signs of under-eating, decided to address the issue directly.
"Daniel, I've noticed you might be skimping on meals. Nutrition is a crucial part of staying at your peak, especially in this demanding sport," you gently pointed out.
Daniel, usually vibrant, seemed quieter than usual. After a moment of contemplation, he simply nodded in acknowledgment.
Sighing, you grabbed your coat. "Come on, Ricciardo. We're going to fix this. I'm taking you for a proper meal, no excuses."
Leading the way, you and Daniel left the confines of the McLaren headquarters, embarking on a journey to ensure the Australian driver's well, being extended beyond the racetrack. Little did you know that this impromptu outing would mark the beginning of a unique bond, intertwining your role as a physiotherapist with a deeper connection to the personal lives of the McLaren driver.
Navigating the streets in the fading daylight, you led Daniel to your apartment. The confusion on his face was evident as he questioned, "Your place? Why are we here?"
Turning to him with a determined look, you explained, "Daniel, it's not just about making you eat; it's about making sure you eat right. I'll be cooking for you. Trust me, it's time for some proper nourishment."
Once inside your cozy apartment, you set about preparing a wholesome meal, the aroma wafting through the air. Daniel, still a bit perplexed, watched as you skillfully moved around the kitchen.
"You're really going all out. I appreciate it," Daniel admitted, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
As you sat down to eat, you shared a smile. "Sometimes, a good meal can make all the difference, especially when the pressures of racing start taking a toll. Consider it part of my job to keep you fueled and ready for the season ahead."
As you shared the meal in your apartment, a comfortable silence enveloped you. Suddenly, breaking the quietude, you looked at Daniel and asked, "Who?"
Daniel, with a mouthful of food, raised an eyebrow, "Who what?"
Softly, you persisted, "Who made you think you shouldn't eat? There's something deeper here, Daniel. I can see it."
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Daniel hesitated for a moment. A mix of surprise and vulnerability flickered in his eyes before he finally spoke, "Well, it's just... the constant pressure, expectations, you know? Sometimes, it feels like I don't deserve a break, even for a decent meal."
You nodded in understanding, recognizing the weight of the expectations that came with Formula One. "It's crucial to remember that taking care of yourself isn't a sign of weakness. If anything, it's a strength. You're not alone in this, Daniel. We're a team, on and off the track."
You, sensing there was more to Daniel's struggle, looked at him with a discerning gaze. "Are you sure you're telling me everything about that? Because Norris doesn't seem to have this issue."
Daniel hesitated for a few moments, glancing away before finally admitting, "Well, some people think I should be careful with food, that my weight isn't the best for racing. But yeah, little norris isn’t a problem like me for them."
A dry chuckle escaped your lips. "What a load of nonsense. Your performance on the track speaks for itself. You don't need to conform to anyone's unrealistic standards. It's about being healthy and fit, not fitting into someone else's idea of what a racer should look like."
Clearing the plates from the table, you took a decisive stance. "From now on, I'll bring you lunch, Daniel."
Daniel, trying to be polite, protested, "No, no, you don't have to do that, really."
You turned to him with a determined look, "Daniel, my role is to take care of you. Of course, I'm doing it, and you have no choice."
Concern crept into Daniel's expression, "But Zack makes me follow a strict regime. He can't know."
A disbelieving shake of the head, you retorted, "Zack agreed to this nonsense? Well, then it'll be our secret. Meet me in my office at lunch tomorrow. We'll eat together."
As the weeks passed, you continued your routine of preparing and bringing lunches for Daniel, meeting him in your office during race weekends. The aroma of home-cooked meals became a familiar presence, and whispers of camaraderie between you and Daniel began to circulate.
People couldn't help but notice the positive changes in Daniel, he seemed healthier, more energized, and perhaps even a bit happier. The bond that had formed between you and him extended beyond professional duties, creating a ripple effect in the team dynamics.
Colleagues started to see the genuine care and support you provided, not just in terms of physical well-being but also as a source of emotional strength for Daniel.
In the bustling atmosphere of the McLaren team lunch area, Daniel found himself with no choice but to join his teammates while eating the lunch you had prepared for him. Sitting across from Lando Norris, one of the team members jokingly teased, "Didn't know you knew how to cook, Daniel."
Daniel, taking a bite, replied honestly, "I'm not the one making it."
The teasing took an unexpected turn when the team member quipped, "What, you got a wife at home or something making you these?"
Daniel chuckled dryly, playing along, "Something like that, actually, yeah."
The laughter subsided when Lando, with a curious expression, raised an eyebrow, "And you think I could ask your 'wife' for one too? I've got a appointment with her this afternoon, pain in my back you know."
Daniel's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and realization dawning on him. "How do you know who's making me those lunchboxes?"
Lando leaned in, a knowing smile on his face. "She has the exact same lunchbox, mate. But don't worry, your and your "wifey" secret is safe with me. I'm aware of how tough the team can be on you."
Arriving home late, you were taken aback to find Daniel in your apartment, busy preparing dinner. "Daniel, what are you doing?" you asked, a mix of surprise and gratitude.
He gently helped you off with your shoes and coat, replying with a smile, "You've been doing so much for me, so I wanted to return the favor. Not promising a meal as good as yours, though." He chuckled and guided you to the dining table, ensuring you were comfortably seated.
"Daniel, it's actually my job to take care of you," you reminded him.
He sighed, placing your plates on the table, and took a seat in front of you. "And as your friend, it's my job too. Let's forget work, mmh?"
You smiled at him, grateful for the unexpected gesture. "Thank you, Daniel. This means a lot."
Mid-dinner, Daniel suddenly got up, exclaiming, "I almost forgot." He returned to the table with two glasses and a bottle of wine.
"Daniel, we work tomorrow," you reminded him.
He playfully interrupted, "Ah ah ah, what did I say? We forget work tonight, okay?"
You sighed, smiling, "Anything you want, Daniel."
With that, you clicked your glasses. The shared laughter and genuine connection over dinner marked a brief escape from the intense world you navigated together.
Relaxing on the couch after dinner, you and Daniel found yourselves immersed in easy conversation about anything and everything. As the night unfolded, Daniel slyly mentioned, "You know, I may have indirectly told the guys it was my 'wife' who prepared my lunchbox."
You raised an eyebrow with a playful grin. "Oh, is that so, Daniel? Well, get ready. I'll start leaving lovey notes on those lunchboxes of yours. Always dreamt of being a good wife to my husband."
They both burst into laughter, the shared humor lightening the atmosphere. In that moment, amidst the jokes and banter, you and Daniel found solace in each other's company.
Days later, on a day when you couldn't eat with Daniel, you slipped a small note into his lunchbox. It read: "Fuel for the race, but don't forget to savor the moments off the track too. You've got this! - Your wifey."
When Daniel opened his lunchbox and discovered the note, a wide grin spread across his face. During the team's lunch break, Lando noticed Daniel's amused expression and couldn't resist asking, "What's got you all smiles, mate?"
Daniel, holding up the note, chuckled, "Looks like I've got a secret admirer, leaving lovey notes in my lunchbox."
Lando leaned in, feigning surprise. "Oh, a secret admirer, huh? Got any idea who it might be?"
Daniel playfully rolled his eyes, "Come on, Lando, you know exactly who it is. She's making sure I eat well and stay in high spirits."
Lando, joining in the light-hearted banter, teased, "Well, aren't you lucky to have your 'wife' looking out for you? I hope she leaves some notes for me too."
Daniel, with a smirk, responded to Lando's teasing, "Keep dreaming, mate. It's my 'wife' making them laugh." The banter continued, and laughter echoed through the lunch area.
However, as Daniel glanced at your note and the warmth it brought, a subtle longing lingered. A part of him wished the playful joke about a secret admirer and a lunch-making 'wife' could transcend the realm of humor. Little did he realize that within the confines of the jokes, a deeper connection was slowly taking root, sparking emotions that stretched beyond the boundaries of mere camaraderie.
The 'wifey' joke continued to weave itself into the fabric of Daniel and your dynamic. Whenever Daniel passed by your office, he'd playfully inquire, "How's wifey doing?" Lando, ever the instigator, joined in, making insinuations that left the two of them chuckling.
Before crucial races, their banter took a unique turn. Daniel, often discussing strategy with Lando, would hear remarks like, "If I win, your wife better make me that famous lunchbox for me too." The playful commentary even spilled into interviews, with Lando winking at Daniel when asked about their favorite meals.
In one interview, when the interviewer queried about the drivers' preferred dishes, Lando slyly responded, "Well, it depends on who's making it, right, mate?" He wiggled his brows at Daniel, leaving the audience in stitches.
During a casual night in with your friends at your place, you packed two lunchboxes of the same meal you had prepared. Observing your actions, one friend raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Two? Planning to feed a small army or something?"
You chuckled shyly, "It's just for one of my patients."
Another friend, noticing the little notes signed 'wifey,' couldn't resist poking fun. "And those little notes signed 'wifey' are also for your patient?"
Laughing, you playfully scolded, "Hey! Put that down!" The room erupted in laughter, the friends enjoying the playful banter. Your lunchbox antics had become a source of amusement not just within the Mclaren garage but also among your close circle of friends.
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Searching for Daniel in the garage, you found him with Lando. "Wifey," they both cooed simultaneously, earning a punch in the shoulder from Daniel to Lando. "Not you," Daniel clarified, prompting laughter.
"Be gentle, Daniel," you teased, handing him his lunchbox with a little note as usual. "Need to be taking care of an engineer during lunch, sorry." You side-hugged Daniel before turning to Lando, "Pole position, right, little Norris?"
"Yes, ma'am," Lando replied with a smirk.
You chuckled and handed him a lunchbox, saying, "Well earned. Keep going like that, Lando. I'm proud of you." Lando happily hugged you, expressing his gratitude. He then turned to Daniel with a mischievous grin, "Guess I also got a wife now, loser."
"Hell no, you don't, little mosquito," you laughed, playfully shutting down Lando's claim. With a quick exchange, you got back to work, leaving the two drivers with smiles on their faces.
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The usual lunch hour arrived, but Daniel didn't show up at your office. Growing worried, you decided to search for him in the garage. Passing by Zack's office, you overheard Zack's cold reprimand, focusing on Daniel's weight.
Unable to bear it, you entered the office with determination. "It's my fault," Daniel began, looking at you with concern. "No, no, it's not her fault," he continued, addressing Zack, "You're right, Zack. I haven't been careful recently, and I'll change that."
You, however, halted Daniel with a stern gaze. "No, you won't."
Turning to Zack, you asserted, "Zack, as Daniel's physiologist, I took the liberty to ensure he's properly nourished because apparently he hasn't been before my arrival here. His well-being is my responsibility, and I won't let him compromise that for any unrealistic standards."
Zack's anger flared as he confronted you, "You knew about his strict regime, and you went against my orders!"
"Yeah, I did! I did, and if I had to, I'll do it again," you asserted, standing your ground.
Zack, visibly angered, sat up. "You know what you'll do? Pack your things, you're fired."
Daniel, attempting to mediate, approached Zack, "Zack, it's not her fault. She didn't mean to—"
Stopping Daniel with a raised hand, you interjected, "Stop, Daniel. I don't want to work for someone like him anymore anyway."
With those words, you turned away and headed to your office to pack your things. The air in the room hung heavy with tension, marking the end of your tenure at McLaren.
While you were packing, your focus interrupted by the sound of the door, you instinctively responded, "My office is closed, sorry."
"It's me," Daniel's voice cut through, and you turned around to see him standing there.
"Oh," you uttered, and without a word, Daniel opened his arms. You hurriedly approached, burying your head in his chest. "I'm so sorry wifey," he whispered.
"It's not your fault, Daniel," you mumbled into his embrace, finding solace in the midst of the tumultuous situation.
“What am I supposed to do without you at the garage now?" Daniel thought out loud, his worry palpable.
You chuckled sadly, "You could always still come to mine for lunch."
He couldn't believe it. Pushing you away a bit, Daniel questioned, "You just lost your job because of me, but you continue. Who are you?"
"Honestly? Just a girl who grew too close to her patient," you admitted.
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Daniel looked at you with wide eyes as if connecting the dots. "You're too important for me to let people treat you like shit, especially when it's putting your health in danger," you explained.
His eyes widened, and it seemed like realization struck him. "Do you mean that—"
"Yeah, I love you, Daniel," you confessed.
For a moment, silence hung in the air, and doubt crept into your mind. Yet, before you could dwell on it, Daniel stopped your doubts. "Then it's good you got fired, else I couldn't have been able to do this."
He grabbed your face and kissed you. "Would your dreams be fulfilled with me as your husband?"
summary: you and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you're living it together you start to want something else, someone else.
WC: 1k464
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Weeks had passed since the abrupt and tense encounter with Lando. In the beginning, you made several attempts to reach out, seeking a resolution or at least a conversation. However, each attempt was met with silence and avoidance from Lando's side. Eventually, you decided to stop trying, giving him the space he seemed to need. The once vibrant connection that had developed now lingered in the silence of unanswered messages and unspoken words.
The ambient buzz of the crowded dinner engulfed the room as the drivers and teams gathered for an evening of camaraderie. The clinking of cutlery, laughter, and animated discussions filled the air. Amidst the lively atmosphere, you seized an opportune moment to approach Lando, hoping for a chance to mend the strained connection.
You stepped carefully through the crowded tables, heading toward Lando's vicinity. As you attempted to engage him in conversation, his deliberate indifference became painfully evident. Ignored and brushed off, embarrassment welled up, and you sank into your seat, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.
Feeling the weight of the moment, Pierre, noticed your deflated posture. He instinctively wrapped an arm around you, providing a silent but reassuring anchor. Leaning into his embrace, you closed your eyes briefly, finding solace in the familiar warmth.
In the periphery, Lando's expression darkened, his gaze fixing on Pierre with a subtle but unmistakable edge. The unspoken tension lingered in the air.
In the hushed stillness of the night, Pierre's voice broke through the silence, gently asking if you were still awake, as you turned to face him, his gaze held a gentle concern.
"What's wrong?" you inquired, searching his eyes for an understanding that transcended words. Pierre, after a moment of contemplation, broached a delicate subject.
"What happened between you and Lando?" he questioned, his voice soft and caring. Before you could muster a response, a wave of emotions overwhelmed you, and tears began to stream down your face.
Sensing your distress, Pierre didn't press further with questions. Instead, he enveloped you in a tight embrace, offering silent comfort.
His soft words echoed in your ear, "Everything is okay. You don't have to say anything if you're not ready.”
Pierre wasn’t stupid or at least not when it’s comes to you. Pierre had noticed the subtle shifts in your demeanor, a kaleidoscope of emotions that danced across your face. He had noticed the longing glances towards Lando, the moments where you almost reached out, only to retract as if fearing the consequences. The absence of your usual daily routines hadn't escaped him – the skipped breakfasts, the unspoken changes that lingered in the air.
And Lando, too, was not immune to the silent drama unfolding. Pierre witnessed the conflicting emotions etched on Lando's face – pride intermingled with guilt, a jaw that clenched at the proximity of other drivers, and the deliberate ignorance that crumbled into stolen glances when you walked away.
“I'm so dumb”
Pierre's arms tightened around you, a comforting embrace. "Shh, you're not dumb. You just care deeply, and that's nothing to be sorry about. I'm here, always have been and always will be. You're not alone in this."
Your voice cracked, a blend of frustration and vulnerability. "It's just so frustrating, Pierre. I thought... maybe, just maybe, he'd reach out. But he didn't. And it's eating away at me."
Pierre leaned back slightly, gently tilting your chin upward to meet your eyes. "Lando's own struggles are not yours to bear alone. He's dealing with his own battles, and sometimes, it's hard to understand why he chooses the paths he does."
Tears flowed freely now, your voice trembling. "I just miss him, Pierre. I miss everything about him."
Pierre held you tighter, offering silent solace as you poured out your heart. "I know, but I'm right here. We'll figure it out together. We’ll move on hand in hand. Just take your time, alright?"
As Pierre's comforting presence enveloped you, an internal struggle unfolded within. What if moving on wasn't what you wanted? What if those fleeting moments with Lando sparked a yearning you couldn't extinguish? The quiet whisper in your heart echoed, "What if I knew, with that brief connection, that it was what I wanted all along?"
You wrestled with the yearning, the unspoken feelings, and the void left by Lando's absence. Each shared laugh, every stolen glance, and the echo of his name stirred emotions you couldn't easily set aside. But the uncertainty lingered: did he feel the same, or was it a solitary journey through the maze of unspoken desires?
"I talked with Pierre," Charles began, his nerves palpable. You watched him fidget, wondering what words would follow. Something seemed different – was he nervous? "He's not against me and you being a thing."
A wave of astonishment washed over you, the pieces slowly clicking into place. Charles was taking a step, extending a hand toward a possibility you hadn't fully considered. "I know you just lived something with Lando, and I know there’s a very thin chance that if you say yes, it’s to help you move on. But that’s okay with me, I swear."
The weight of the decision pressed upon you, and you found yourself stammering, "Can I think about it, Charles, please? I wouldn't want to lead you on. You deserve way more than that."
Charles responded with a simple nod, pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek before gracefully exiting the garage.
The results in qualifying were disappointing, the weight of your emotions pulling you down. After Charles' proposal and your internal struggle, you couldn't focus. Pierre noticed your distraction, but you couldn't face him just yet.
Driven by a surge of determination, you sprinted to the McLaren garage, determined to talk to Lando. However, as usual, he seemed to ignore you, intensifying your frustration.
"Enough, Lando!" you snapped, determined to be heard. "I don’t care if you stay silent, but you will listen to me. Is that clear? I'm sick of your childish self!"
The garage fell silent as he prepared to argue back, but you cut him off. "Shut up and listen to me! I’ll be clear and then walk out. You can do whatever with the information if you even care."
You took a deep breath before laying out your feelings. "What we had happened really fast, and I didn’t think I would be so attached to you, but I am. I’m tired of fighting against a wall to make things work. Now Charles did everything, and he’s ready to start something with me."
Lando's brow furrowed slightly as he tried to process your words. "I don’t want to move on from us, Lando. I really don’t want to. But if you've decided to ignore me, then it’s over. I'll stop trying, and I'll have to move on. So, it’s up to you, Lando."
As you turned to leave, his voice called after you. "I don’t want to move on either, baby." The relief in his words echoed the sentiments you had longed to hear.
You turn around, and Lando immediately embraces you. "What took you this long, Lando?" you question, seeking an explanation.
"Honestly? I don’t know. I was just so mad, and then I didn’t know how to come back to you," he admits, his eyes reflecting genuine uncertainty.
You look at him, straight in the eyes, with a determined expression. "Lando, I’m not experiencing another period of me crying in front of toast with jam because it reminds me of you ever again, so we will have to make this work."
Lando bursts into laughter, a sound you've dearly missed. "You're so dramatic, baby."
Feigning offense, you reply, "Glad to see how you took our break-up, Lando." His hand cups your cheek, and he counters, "Break-up? You were my beautiful girlfriend, and I didn’t even know?"
"Well, you threw me out of your room before you could be aware," you retort playfully, and then, you kiss him in a heated embrace. Lando grins, "I’m definitely kissing my girlfriend again right now, though." The warmth of his words and the familiar touch bring a sense of relief, and you savor the moment, eager to rebuild what was almost lost.
Pierre watches you and Lando, sharing a sweet moment as you get back together, and turns to Charles. "Those kids really needed our help," he remarks.
Charles glances at Pierre with a hopeful expression. "Do you think that now she will consider me as her best friend, too? I mean, I saved her a couple of times, you know."
Pierre looks at Charles, puzzled. "Stay back from MY best friend, sale naze. I’m her only best friend," he declares before walking away, leaving Charles standing there, a bit surprised by Pierre's possessiveness. Guess some things will never change he thought. loser
- Speeding Hearts,pt2, pt3, pt4 You and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you're living it together you start to want something else, someone else. (complete)
Oneshots
- Love Beyond the Finish Line your secret bond with Charles hits a rough patch, and Lando steps in as a trusted friend, offering comfort and understanding when Charles's actions lead to heartbreak, pushing you toward a newfound realization and hope for a better path forward
Daniel Riccardo
Oneshots
-Healing Speed and Soul The McLaren team sought the expertise of a skilled physiotherapist, you, to tend to the physical well-being of their drivers. Little did they know, you would soon become more than just a healer, evolving into a vital source of emotional support for the drivers, especially Daniel Ricciardo.
summary: you and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you're living it together you start to want something else, someone else.
warnings: angst, smut
WC: 3k262
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The soft creak of the door opening stirred you from your sleep. Blinking away the remnants of dreams, you sat up on the bed, momentarily disoriented before the realization set in – you weren't in your own room. The memories of the previous night rushed back as you glanced around, recalling the impromptu movie night with Lando.
"Did I wake you up?" Lando's voice echoed from the entrance of the hotel room. You turned to find him, and a smile formed on your lips as you noticed the trail of breakfast he had brought in.
Lando set the breakfast trail on the bed, the aroma of your favorite cereal and fresh toast creating a comforting atmosphere. As he joined you, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment about your behavior the previous night.
Before you could voice your apologies, Lando gently interrupted with a soft kiss on your forehead. "Hey, I get it, okay? I don't know what I would do if I were in your place. Don't worry about it."
As you and Lando shared laughter and conversation over breakfast, unbeknownst to you, Charles spotted Pierre in the hotel cafeteria, anxiously searching for you. Noticing the trail of breakfast in Lando's hands, Charles quickly deduced the situation and decided to give Pierre a heads up.
Approaching Pierre, Charles discreetly mentioned, "Hey, I saw Lando heading to his room with breakfast. Looks like [Your Name] is there with him."
Pierre's concern heightened, and without wasting a moment, he made his way to Lando's door. The persistent knocks echoed through the corridor as Pierre sought answers, a mix of worry and protectiveness etched on his face.
As the persistent knocking rapped on the door, Lando rose to open it, revealing an agitated Pierre standing on the other side. The tension in the room escalated as Pierre's accusatory words filled the air.
Sensing the need to diffuse the situation, you swiftly grabbed your purse and headed for the door. Pierre's gaze softened as he saw you, his worry evident in his eyes. His anger turned to concern as he looked between you and Lando, demanding answers.
Rushing to reassure Pierre, you took his hands, desperation lacing your voice. "Nothing happened, Pierre, I swear. We just had dinner and watched a movie, okay?"
Pierre studied your face intently, searching for any signs of distress. Cupping your cheeks, he planted a reassuring kiss, seeking confirmation. "Are you sure he didn't do anything to you?"
You shook your head vigorously, a smile breaking through. "Okay, I believe you," Pierre relented, taking your hand and leading you away from Lando's room.
As you turned back, a wave of apology swept over you, meeting Lando's gaze. His forced smile hinted at a tumult of emotions. With a heavy heart, you mouthed a silent 'sorry' before Pierre closed the door behind you, leaving the tense atmosphere behind.
As Lando wandered through the paddock, his eyes caught sight of Charles, prompting him to approach his fellow driver. An uneasy feeling lingered within him, urging him to divulge what had transpired the previous night.
"Hey, Charles," Lando began tentatively, "I... Yn and I spent the night together."
Charles' reaction was immediate, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "You did what?! Oh, Pierre is going to be pissed."
Lando sighed, trying to clarify. "Not like that, I wish... we just shared a bed."
Charles frowned, a hint of concern in his voice. "Still going to be pissed, mate. You know how he is."
Lando's guilt deepened as he contemplated the potential repercussions of his actions. "She couldn't get in trouble because of me, right?" he questioned, seeking reassurance from Charles.
Charles, however, shrugged, his expression grave. "Depends on what you mean by that. I think you won't be seeing her for a while."
Lando's frustration surged, and he couldn't hold back his anger. "That's bullshit. Who does he think he is, seriously?" The protective instinct toward you fueled his indignation.
Charles, caught in the crossfire, responded with a serious expression. "What do you mean?"
Lando's words were loaded with an unspoken truth. "I mean that, because of Pierre, she's been desperate for months now."
Charles looked puzzled. "Desperate? What do you mean?"
"I mean that Pierre is a cockblock. She even cried in my arms," Lando declared, the frustration evident in his voice.
Charles, still processing the revelation, questioned, "And you didn't help her out?"
Lando shook his head, clarifying, "That's not the point, Charles. Listen, her and Pierre are like that, and until she realizes she wants more and talks to him, we can't do anything."
The air crackled with tension as Pierre's worry and protectiveness surged forth. "I just want to keep you safe!" His words filled the room, reflecting his deep concern for your well-being.
Seated on the floor in front of him, you reached out and calmly took his hands, trying to convey your thoughts clearly. "Listen, Pierre, you're my best friend, and that's why I'll be straightforward with you. I have needs," you began, attempting to explain your perspective.
Before you could continue, Pierre's interruption stung, "So that's what you did with Lando last night?"
Firmly, you interjected, "Let me finish, Pierre. I told you, nothing happened, but I wished, okay?"
His disbelief was palpable, prompting you to sigh, realizing the difficulty of the conversation ahead. "Pierre, seriously, what else am I supposed to do if I'm feeling, you know, in need?"
Pierre took a moment to process, offering a solution. "If you need me that way, I can help you, okay?"
A small laugh escaped you, shaking your head. "That's not what best friends do, Pierre!"
Cupping your cheek, Pierre attempted to reassure you, "But we did it once, remember? And we're still friends. Everything is alright, right?"
The mention of their past intimate encounter caught you off guard. "I was getting picked on for being a virgin at school, and you were the only guy I trusted, Pierre. It still doesn't mean that it's okay; we're adults now," you explained, hoping to convey the complexities and changes in your perspectives since then.
Pierre's plea hung in the air, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want you to myself. I don't want to lose you to a random guy just because you have needs. Just come to me if you need, please," he implored, a mix of desperation and genuine concern coloring his words.
You took a deep breath, realizing the gravity of the conversation. "Pierre, it's not that simple. I appreciate your concern, but I can't solely rely on you for everything. We're best friends, and that's invaluable, but there are aspects of life where we need our own experiences."
He nodded, understanding but visibly torn. "I get it, but it's hard for me to accept that someone else might... you know."
You reached out, squeezing his hands reassuringly. "Pierre, I care about you deeply. But we can't let fear dictate our choices. I won't just run off with a random guy. If something serious ever happens, you'll be the first to know.”
His brows furrowed, a mix of confusion and hurt clouding his expression. "I thought we were more than friends once. We were there for each other."
Nodding, you acknowledged the shared history but clarified, "Yes, we were, but things have changed. I don't want our friendship to be clouded by confusion or desires that might complicate things."
He sighed, frustration and confusion etched on his face. "I just don't understand why you would turn to someone else when I'm right here, willing to help you."
"It's not about you not being willing, Pierre. It's about maintaining the boundaries of our friendship. I don't want our relationship to become strained because of physical needs," you explained gently, still holding his hands.
He looked away, grappling with his emotions. "I just don't want to see you hurt."
"I know, Pierre, and I appreciate that. But part of being an adult is navigating these things on our own sometimes. I need the freedom to explore relationships without feeling guilty," you shared, hoping he would understand.
Silence settled between you, a mix of emotions swirling in the room. Eventually, Pierre looked back at you, a mix of resignation and acceptance in his eyes. "I just want what's best for you, you know?"
"I know, Pierre. And I appreciate that. But what's best for me is to have the space to figure things out without feeling restricted," you replied, a touch of sadness in your voice.
In the Alpine garage, you found yourself lost in thought when Lando approached. He mentioned his intention to talk to Pierre, not backing down from the situation. Before he could delve further into the conversation, you interrupted, taking his hand and leading him toward the drivers' room.
"I talked to him, and I think he understood," you reassured Lando, a small smile playing on your lips.
"Really?" Lando inquired, searching your eyes for confirmation.
You simply nodded, the tension lifting between you. In a moment of shared understanding, he smiled back at you. Then, without a word, Lando leaned in and kissed you, a silent affirmation of the connection that had formed between you.
As he pulled away, he spoke softly, "Tonight, after the race, come to my room, okay?"
A curious gaze lingered in your eyes as Lando spoke, hinting at the possibility that tonight might be the night when unspoken desires could find fulfillment. Before you could voice your thoughts, Lando preemptively shared his intentions.
"I'm about to take care of you, okay? You'll never be desperate again, baby," he affirmed, the promise carrying a blend of sincerity and determination.
You grabbed Lando's collar, pulling him closer as you kissed him fervently, the intensity of the emotions igniting the connection between you. After a few seconds, Lando gently pushed you back, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"Can't you wait a few hours?" he teased, a soft laugh escaping him as you whined in response.
The air hummed with desire as you expressed your longing to Lando. "If we had time, I'd like you to take me right here," you confessed, your eyes reflecting the yearning you felt in that moment.
His eyes widened slightly at your boldness, but his response carried a depth of sentiment. "What a sad news because I want to take all my time with you," he replied, his words laced with genuine emotion and a desire for something more than a hurried encounter.
Right before the race, the familiar ritual played out with Pierre. A kiss on his helmet, a tight hug, and then you headed for the race. The track unfolded before you, and with skilled maneuvers, you and Pierre managed to maintain your positions—Pierre securing 9th place and you closely behind in 10th.
However, amidst the post-race celebrations, your attention was captivated by Lando on the podium. As he sprayed champagne with the other victorious drivers—Charles and Max—he caught your gaze. Amidst the joyous chaos, he mouthed, "You and me tonight."
In the midst of preparing for the night out at the club, you adorned a short, tight dress and eagerly awaited Pierre's reaction. As he emerged from the bathroom, your admiration slipped out, "Wow, looking good there!"
A grin tugged at Pierre's lips as he replied, "You're the one who looks stunning tonight." His request for you to turn around for a full view was met with a playful twirl, showcasing the entirety of your outfit.
With a charming smile, Pierre then grabbed your purse and slipped an arm around your waist, ready to embark on the night ahead.
As you arrived at the nightclub, Pierre gravitated toward Charles, leaving you to join George and Lewis in the booth. Lewis teased you, referencing your earlier encounter with the journalists where you had called him a legend.
"You finally come hang out with the legend?" Lewis playfully remarked, a smile on his face.
You fired back with a playful quip, "Yeah, I needed some courage to approach George here." George joined in the banter with a laugh, adding, "Finally, someone who knows who the real legend is."
Amidst the laughter and lively chatter with Lewis and George, a moment arose when Lewis offered you a drink, which you politely declined. Tonight held significance, and no amount of alcohol would alter your plans.
As you turned down the drink, a set of arms draped gently around your neck, and a soft whisper reached your ear. "You don’t drink tonight, baby?" It was Lando, his hand tenderly caressing your jaw.
Meeting Lando's gaze, you looked up at him with a seductive glint in your eyes and whispered, "We both know you won't touch me if I'm not totally sober, and I'm pretty desperate for you to do so."
His response was a playful smirk as he leaned in a bit closer, asking, "Is that so?"
"Are you taking me to your room, or are you about to tease me?" you inquired with a mischievous tone, a playful glint in your eyes. As you began to suggest the possibility, you looked around and playfully waved at Charles.
"He's not going to tease for long if I ask him to take me to his room," you mentioned to Lando, still maintaining eye contact with Charles.
A hint of defiance lingered in the air as Lando's hand wrapped around your throat, his words dropping with a commanding tone, "Drop the attitude now, baby." Your eyes finally broke away from Charles, refocusing on Lando.
Undeterred, you challenged him further, urging him to take action. "Do something about it, then." Without wasting a moment, Lando swiftly got you up, his hand intertwining with yours as you both made your way out.
As the car cruised towards the hotel, Lando's hand rested on your thigh, occasionally squeezing it. Your neediness heightened, and you subtly attempted to guide his hand higher on your thigh. In response, he smirked, shaking his head, and his hand remained in its initial place.
"Behave, baby. We're nearly there," he murmured with a playful yet firm tone, resisting your attempts to escalate the intimacy in the confines of the car.
In the confined space of the car, the temptation lingered, and you couldn't help but express your curiosity. "How come you can be this patient when we could just go in the backseat?" you questioned, a hint of confusion coloring your expression.
Lando, thoughtful for a moment, responded with a soft sincerity, "You deserve more than a quickie in the backseat of my car."
"You know, I really wouldn't mind," you playfully remarked, eliciting a laugh from Lando. His response carried a blend of amusement and a deeper intention, "Trust me, I got that. I just want to make things right with you. Let me do that, at least.”
In the intimate space of Lando's room, the air thick with desire, you found yourself pinned against the door as a passionate kiss unfolded.
Taking your hands in his, Lando guided you with a gentle touch, leading you towards the bed. Softly, he helped you onto it, the anticipation of what lay ahead adding an extra layer of intimacy to the shared moments in the dimly lit room.
Continuing the cascade of kisses, Lando's lips trailed down your jaw, igniting a trail of sensations along your neck. As the desire intensified, you couldn't help but let out a plea, "Please, Lando."
His playful smirk persisted as he looked down at you, teasing, "What are you begging for, baby?" Your response was sincere and direct, "I want you, Lando. Please."
"You already have me; I'm completely yours as much as you're mine." His lips continued to kiss your neck, leaving tender marks, you seized the moment to assert your desire. Firmly grabbing his jaw, you pushed him back enough to meet his gaze and delivered a straightforward message, "Then act on it.”
A playful giggle escaped him, and he responded with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Yes, ma'am.”
With a deliberate yet passionate intent, Lando unzipped your dress, revealing more of the vulnerability beneath. As he kissed you again, his words held a possessive edge, "All mine. Not Charles's, not Pierre's. Mine.”
The reciprocation of desire unfolded as you eagerly unbuttoned Lando's shirt, revealing his skin beneath. Kissing his jaw and neck, you affirmed his earlier declaration, "Yes, Lando, all yours.”
With a shared intensity, you unzipped and removed Lando's pants, leaving both of you in nothing but underwear. Lando's playful smirk surfaced as he noticed the color of your bra and panties. Papaya. In response to his unspoken acknowledgment, you asserted, "Told you, I'm all yours," sealing the declaration with another passionate kiss.
Lando entered you, his gaze filled with concern as he ensured your comfort. You reassured him with a whispered affirmation, "That's perfect," and expressed how he made you feel so good.
Encouraged by your words, Lando continued thrusting into you softly.
The intensity surged as you dug your nails into Lando's back, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from him. “Need more please Lan” It urged him to hold back initially, but as he sensed your hips arching towards him, an unspoken desire, he surrendered to the shared passion.
Lando, caught up in the intoxicating dance, whispered, "You're making me lose my mind. What would Pierre think, seeing you like this, all at my mercy?" His words hung in the air as you moaned into his mouth, the kisses becoming a conduit for the unspoken intensity of the moment.
As the intensity reached its climax, Lando crashed against you, both of you still entwined. The room was filled with the echoes of heavy breaths, and Lando, with a satisfied smile, brushed away strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.
In the tender aftermath, you smiled at Lando and softly uttered, "Thank you." Lando, his touch gentle, caressed your cheek and responded, "Don't thank me for that, baby," sealing the sentiment with a tender kiss.
Your phone buzzed, interrupting the post-intimacy tranquility. Lando, who was still with you, responded to your request and reached for the device. He handed it to you, curiosity and a hint of mischief in his eyes as he observed your interaction with the outside world while still intimately connected.
J’arrive t’es encore debout? c’est toi qui a les clés.
On my way, still up? you’re the one having the keys
Lando, still seated, looked confused as you began to get dressed. “What are you doing baby?”. With a hint of embarrassment, you answered “Pierre is on his way back”, you then hold the key of your room in the air, “Poor Pierre is going to be stuck outside”. Lando, now concerned, stated that he would wait for you to return and sleep together.
However, as you sat fully dressed on the bed, you gently took Lando's hand. "I can't just open the door and come back to you," you explained. Lando, his expression shifting, pulled his hand away, frustration evident in his voice. "Are you kidding me? We make love, and then you go share a bed with another man?" he exclaimed. You tried to reassure him, emphasizing that it was just Pierre, but Lando interrupted sharply, "Never mind. Get out of my room."
“Come on Lan don’t take it like that please”, you attempted to call his name in a soothing manner, hoping to calm the escalating tension, but Lando remained firm in his decision. “I said get out” With a whispered apology, you reluctantly exited his room.
summary: you and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you're living it together you start to want something else, someone else.
WC: 3k333
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The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the hotel room. As the world slowly stirred awake, you found yourself already up, the excitement of the day ahead pulling you from slumber. Pierre, still lost in dreams, slept peacefully in the bed, undisturbed by the early morning.
Quietly moving about the room, you got ready for the day, ensuring not to wake your peacefully sleeping friend. Just as you put the finishing touches, a faint knock on the door interrupted the calm.
Carefully tiptoeing to the door, you cautiously opened it to find Lando standing outside, a bright smile on his face. "Good morning! Ready for breakfast?" he greeted, not aware of the sleeping figure in the room.
Nodding softly, you replied in a whisper, "Just a moment, let me grab my purse."
Lando chuckled softly, slightly amused by the whispered exchange, but his amusement faded into slight confusion when he glanced past you and saw Pierre sleeping soundly in the double bed. The realization of the situation dawned on Lando, his eyebrows raised in puzzled surprise, but he tactfully said nothing, not wanting to intrude or make assumptions.
When you reappeared, ready to head out, Lando greeted you with a warm smile and offered his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. You smiled back appreciatively, silently grateful for his discretion. Together, you left the room, leaving Pierre undisturbed in his peaceful slumber.
Seated in the hotel cafeteria, you and Lando navigated through breakfast, exchanging light banter and discovering shared quirks. It turned out both of you were picky eaters, sparking a conversation about your culinary preferences.
"So, what's your go-to breakfast?" Lando asked, sipping his coffee.
You chuckled, "I'm a simple cereal person. Nothing too fancy."
"Ah, a classic choice," Lando grinned. "I'm more of a toast and jam kind of guy myself."
As the conversation flowed, you learned about Lando's racing journey, his interests outside of Formula One, and the nuances that made him uniquely Lando Norris. It felt like you were getting to know a friend, someone who shared not only the racing track but also the quirks and nuances of everyday life.
However, there lingered a curiosity in Lando's eyes, a question he hesitated to ask. Sensing the unspoken inquiry, you met his gaze, a silent acknowledgment between newfound friends. The topic of Pierre hung in the air, unspoken but present.
Lando decided to shift the conversation, "So, do you have any pre-race rituals or superstitions?
You chuckled, "Well, Pierre and I have this thing where we exchange a good luck gesture before every race. It's been a tradition since our karting days."
Lando smiled, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He knew there was more to discover about the dynamics between you and Pierre, but for now, he respected the budding friendship and decided to let time unravel the layers naturally.
As the breakfast conversation continued, the camaraderie between you and Lando deepened, setting the foundation for a friendship that promised shared laughter and maybe some challenges.
The conversation between you and Lando continued, the light banter creating a comfortable atmosphere. Lando, perhaps fueled by a spontaneous impulse, finally decided to address the lingering curiosity.
"So," he began, trying to sound casual, "you got anyone at home?"
You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming. "Planning on asking me out if I say I'm single?"
Lando, caught off guard, chuckled nervously, "Well, aren't we currently out?"
You couldn't help but laugh, nodding in agreement. "True, true. I guess breakfast is still a form of you taking me out."
He grinned, "So?"
Before you could respond, the door to the cafeteria swung open, and a slightly panicked Pierre entered. "You scared me! I fell asleep with you, and you're not there anymore when I woke up."
You exchanged a glance with Lando, suppressing a smile. Pierre, oblivious to the playful banter, seemed genuinely relieved to find you safe and sound.
Lando, seizing the opportunity to diffuse any tension, chimed in, "Don't worry, mate. I just borrowed her for a quick breakfast. No harm done."
Pierre, realizing the lighthearted nature of the situation, joined in the laughter. "Alright, alright. Just give me a heads up next time."
In the bustling atmosphere of the Alpine garage, as you and Pierre prepared for the upcoming session, Lando, with a sly smile, approached Charles Leclerc. Attempting to maintain an air of casual nonchalance, he casually inquired, "So, Charles, I was wondering... Is Pierre’s teammate seeing someone?"
Charles, perceptive as ever, arched an eyebrow. "Why the sudden interest in her, Lando?"
Lando shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "Just curious, you know. She's cool, and I thought maybe..."
Charles interrupted with a laugh, "Maybe you're thinking of asking her out?"
Caught off guard, Lando stammered, "Well, I mean, if she's single and all..."
Charles chuckled, "Relax, mate. Her and Pierre are just friends. They go way back."
Lando's eyes widened in realization, "Wait, really? They're not... together?"
Charles shook his head, "Nope, just good friends. But I'd be careful if I were you. Pierre is quite protective of her."
Lando, unable to shake off his suspicions, continued to observe the interactions between you and Pierre in the Alpine garage. As he watched the two of you work seamlessly together, a perplexed expression on his face, he approached Charles once again, this time a bit more insistent.
"But seriously, Charles, they even sleep in the same bed? How is that purely platonic?"
Charles, amused by Lando's persistent curiosity, let out a hearty laugh. "Mate, not everyone shares your romantic inclinations. They're like siblings. It's a friendship that runs deep, and sometimes, people are just comfortable being close without anything romantic going on."
Lando, still trying to wrap his head around the concept, mused, "I guess I'm just not used to that level of friendship. It's a bit strange, isn't it?"
Charles patted Lando on the back, offering a reassuring smile. "Different strokes for different folks, my friend. Just enjoy the diversity in the paddock, and you'll get used to it.
A subtle doubt lingered in the back of his mind. Could he realistically pursue something with you knowing that you shared a bed with your best friend? The thought, like a persistent whisper, nagged at him. Only one way to know.
Charles, unable to resist the opportunity to tease you, approached with a knowing smile. "What did you do to the poor boy, mmh?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, "What are you talking about, Charles?"
He chuckled, "Lando's on a mission to win over Pierre. You know how pissed Pierre could be, right? We've been there before, chérie."
A mischievous grin played on Charles' face as he referred to the teenage years when he had a crush on you, and Pierre, your steadfast best friend, had promptly rejected him. The memories of those youthful antics added a layer of nostalgia to the current situation.
You couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, please. Lando is just trying to be friendly. Pierre knows we're just friends."
Charles raised an eyebrow, "Just friends, huh? Well, we'll see how this plays out. It's always interesting when emotions mix with the adrenaline of the racetrack."
Charles, still wearing a sly grin, continued the playful banter. "Well, if Lando manages to win over Pierre, he'll be a legend in the Formula One dating game."
You shot back, a twinkle in your eye, "Let's imagine you're right. Maybe Lando will be a real man and not care what Pierre thinks, unlike you when we were younger, Cha."
Charles feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart, "Ouch, chérie. Bringing up ancient history, are we? I'll have you know I've matured into a charming gentleman now."
You smirked, "Sure, Charles. Charming as ever."
Charles, ever the provocateur, continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, I must say, all the men seem to be vying for your attention these days."
You quirked an eyebrow, playing along, "Oh, do they? I hadn't noticed."
Charles laughed, "Come on, you can't deny that you've got the attention of the paddock."
With a smirk, you shot back, "Well, Charles, the only man I care about is Pierre. The rest can keep their attention to themselves."
Charles raised his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, alright. Pierre's the chosen one. But if you ever get tired of that single-man devotion, you know where to find me."
Charles, turning back after he started to walk away, leaned in and whispered, "Oh and I had a little chat with Lando. Set him straight about you and Pierre."
You raised an eyebrow, "And what did you tell him?"
A smirk played on Charles' lips as he responded, "Informed him that you and Pierre are just friends. But, you know, since you're looking for a 'real man' who doesn't care about Pierre's opinion, I might just have to try my luck again."
You couldn't help but laugh at the playful persistence. "Charles, you never give up, do you?"
He winked, "Persistence is a virtue, chérie. Who knows, maybe this time will be different."
Pierre, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around both you and Charles, a protective gesture that spoke volumes. He gave Charles a playful shake, a stern expression on his face. "Charles, don't tell me you're bothering her again. Don't you remember what happened last time?"
Charles, caught off guard, looked at you, and you met his gaze with a knowing smile. Without missing a beat, he replied, "What if I am?"
You leaned into Pierre's side, a playful air surrounding the trio. "Oh, come on, Pierre. Charles is just being Charles.”
Pierre's eyebrows shot up in mock disbelief, "You're incorrigible, Charles. Just remember, I'll always be here to keep you in check."
You sighed, playfully testing the waters. "What if I want to go out with Charles, Pierre?"
Pierre, not missing a beat, pulled you closer, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You don't need him. You have me."
You laughed at his response, appreciating the humor. "Well, aren't I lucky?"
Pierre grinned, "Damn right, you are."
As the banter settled, you declared, "Alright, enough of this. It's time for the third free practice. Focus, boys."
Pierre and Charles exchanged a glance before breaking into laughter, the easy camaraderie of your friendship echoing through the paddock. With a final teasing remark, you led the way to the track.
As the anticipation built up in the pit, you and Pierre focused on the task at hand, qualifying for the race. The air buzzed with excitement as the engines roared to life, signaling the beginning of a crucial session.
You and Pierre exchanged a knowing glance before executing your pre-qualifying ritual.
With the ritual complete, you and Pierre revved up the engines and headed out onto the track, pushing your respective cars to the limit. The circuit came alive with the sound of roaring engines and screeching tires as the drivers vied for the best positions on the grid.
When the dust settled, you secured a commendable 10th position, while Pierre landed just ahead at 9th. The satisfaction of a successful qualifying session was evident as you both returned to the garage.
Pierre grinned, "Not bad, mon ange. P9 and P10 – we're in a good position for the race."
You nodded, the thrill of a successful qualification coursing through you. "Let's turn this into a strong race tomorrow."
The team gathered around, discussing strategy and fine-tuning the cars for the upcoming challenge.
As Pierre headed off for dinner with Charles, you found yourself standing in front of your hotel room, contemplating the evening ahead. A spontaneous idea struck you, and you walked a few rooms away to Lando's door.
Lando greeted you with a wide smile as he opened the door. "Hey there! What brings you to my humble abode?"
You chuckled, "Well, Pierre is not around tonight, and I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner together."
Lando's eyes lit up, "Absolutely! I'd love to. Come on in."
The two of you headed out to a nearby restaurant, sharing stories and laughter over a casual dinner. The evening unfolded with a mix of camaraderie and newfound friendship, offering a pleasant contrast to the usual dynamics in the fast-paced world of Formula One.
As you and Lando walked to the restaurant, there was a casual ease in the way your arm rested around his. The evening air carried a sense of camaraderie, and the prospect of a relaxed dinner provided a welcomed break from the intensity of the racing world.
Entering the first restaurant you spotted, you opted for a cozy spot where you could sit facing each other. The ambiance was warm, and the soft glow of the lights created a tranquil atmosphere.
Deciding to unwind a bit, you suggested ordering a bottle of wine to accompany dinner. Tomorrow marked your first race, and the stress that accompanied it was tangible. A glass of wine seemed like the perfect way to ease the tension and enjoy the evening.
As the waiter brought the wine to the table, you raised your glass, offering a toast to the upcoming race. The clink of glasses echoed through the restaurant, and with each sip, the conversation flowed, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter.
As the dinner progressed and the wine worked its magic, a playful mood settled over the table. Feeling a bit lightheaded, you decided to inject some teasing into the evening. Casually, under the table, your foot found its way to Lando's, engaging in a subtle game of footsie.
Lando, catching on to the mischief, shot you a smirk across the table. "Getting a bit bold, aren't we?"
You chuckled, "Just adding a touch of excitement to the evening. It's not every day we get to relax like this."
As the evening unfolded, the playful teasing escalated. With a mischievous glint in your eye, your foot ventured further up Lando's leg under the table. The wine-induced boldness seemed to amplify the shared amusement between you two.
Lando, a mix of surprise and amusement, tried to maintain composure. "Alright, you're taking this to a whole new level."
You couldn't help but giggle, "Just adding a bit of thrill to our dinner. Racing isn't the only thing I can be competitive at."
The playful banter and discreet footsie became a shared secret, a moment of laughter and connection that lingered in the air.
Feeling the effects of the wine, Lando decided it was time to call it a night. As you both prepared to leave, you couldn't resist a final tease, asking if he didn't enjoy your touch.
Lando, with a charming smile, replied, "It's not about that. I just think you're not in your right mind tonight."
You scoffed, adding a playful jab, "Charles seemed to think you liked me, but I guess that was a misunderstanding if you don't want me to touch you. Maybe I should entertain his advances then."
Lando's smile faltered, confusion replacing amusement. "Wait, what are you talking about?”
With a sly grin, you informed him, "Charles is ready to do whatever he wants to me, no matter what Pierre might think." Without waiting for a response, you got up, a mix of frustration and playful defiance in your stride, and headed toward the exit, leaving Lando behind to ponder the unexpected turn of the evening.
Feeling the cold air hit you as you stepped out of the restaurant, a wave of clarity washed over you, and regret settled in. "What the hell did you just do?" The realization of your actions during dinner hit you hard.
Suddenly, you felt warmth enveloping your shoulders. Lando had placed his jacket around you, a silent gesture of comfort. In the midst of the chilly night, neither of you spoke. Instead, you instinctively buried your face in his neck, expressing your regret and apologies.
"Why are you sorry?" Lando's voice was gentle, breaking the silence.
You mumbled into his jacket, "I acted like a perv at dinner. It's just... it's been so long since I did anything with a man."
Surprised, Lando questioned, "How come? You could have anyone."
Your voice was soft and tinged with frustration, "It's hard with Pierre's protectiveness."
Lando's inquiries persisted, seeking clarity in the midst of your shared vulnerability. "How long?" His voice was gentle, probing gently for understanding.
Confused at first, you soon comprehended his question. "Oh, how long since... sex?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "A few months," you admitted quietly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.
Apologies tumbled out of you once again as you attempted to explain your actions, the wine-induced boldness, and the desire for a carefree night without Pierre's watchful presence.
But before you could continue, Lando interrupted gently, "Stop apologizing. I'd love to make love to you, but tonight isn't the night." His voice was tender yet firm, expressing a longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface.
He explained further, a raw honesty coloring his words, "I want to own you, to have you as mine and only mine, but not when you're a bit drunk."
Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and disappointment intertwining as you struggled to process the conflicting emotions. "I just... I thought tonight would be different. I thought I could have a good night without worrying about everything and everyone," you admitted, the vulnerability in your voice laid bare.
Lando's expression softened, a mixture of understanding and concern. "I know, and I'm sorry if I've let you down. It's not about not wanting you; it's just not the right moment. You deserve more than a hasty decision made in the heat of the moment."
You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. "I know you're not being mean, but it hurts. I thought... I thought tonight could be about me, just for once."
Lando gently lifted your chin, meeting your gaze. "It can be about you, but let's make sure it's the right way. I want it to be special, not clouded by too much wine or emotions. You deserve that."
Lando, sensing the need for a shift in the evening's atmosphere, suggested, "What about a good movie? Something to take our minds off things for a bit?"
Sniffing away the remnants of your tears, you nodded appreciatively. "Yeah, a movie sounds nice."
Together, you walked back to the hotel, the night air now carrying a different tone – one of shared understanding. In Lando's room, the soft glow of the TV screen illuminated the space, creating a cozy setting for the impromptu movie night.
The movie cast a warm glow in the room, and as its credits rolled, a quiet comfort settled between you and Lando. The weight of unspoken desires and the tangled emotions of the night seemed to dissipate.
Feeling a sense of camaraderie, you curled up on the bed, finding an unexpected solace in the company of Lando. The dim light illuminated the room as the hushed whispers of the night surrounded you.
As sleep gently claimed you both, a peaceful tranquility settled in, anchoring you in the shared moments of the evening.
Coucou chérie, Pierre a un peu trop profité de la soirée je le garde cette nuit, repose-toi bien bisous❤️
hi honey it’s charles, pierre drunk a bit too much im keeping him tonight, rest well xoxo❤️
summary: you and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you’re living it together you start to want something else, someone else.
WC: 3k272
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From the moment you and Pierre Gasly met, you were inseparable. Growing up in the same small town, your shared passion for racing forged a bond that was unbreakable. As kids, you'd race each other on bicycles, then go-karts, and eventually in more powerful machines. Your dreams of Formula One burned brightly in your hearts.
The two of you made a pact, one that would echo through the years of your friendship: if you were ever fortunate enough to find a team in Formula One, it would be together or not at all.
Together, you endured the struggles and sacrifices that came with pursuing a career in motorsport. You celebrated each other's victories, consoled each other in defeat, and trained relentlessly to reach your shared goal. In the eyes of your friends and family, you were a package deal, a dynamic duo who stood as the epitome of friendship and teamwork.
As Alpine Racing welcomed both you and Pierre into its fold, the excitement was palpable. The realization of your childhood dream had become a reality. The gleaming Formula One cars stood before you, a testament to your perseverance and shared determination.
One crisp morning, the two of you found yourselves at a secluded test track. The air was charged with anticipation as you both prepared to unleash the power of the Alpine machine. Strapped into your respective cockpits, you exchanged a knowing glance that spoke volumes, this was a moment you'd both been waiting for.
The engines roared to life, and as you navigated the twists and turns of the track, the years seemed to peel away. The hum of the tires and the rush of wind brought you back to the days of karting on dusty circuits, chasing each other with unbridled joy. The camaraderie and competition were as alive as ever.
In a moment of complicity, Pierre signaled to you on the team radio. "Remember the karting days? Let's show them what we're made of." A grin spread across your face as you pushed the limits, mirroring the synchronized dance you'd perfected as kids.
As you tackled each corner, the memories flowed freely. The shared victories, the defeats that only fueled your determination, and the unspoken language you'd developed over the years.
The track became a canvas where your friendship was painted with every acceleration, every brake, and every perfectly executed maneuver. The thrill of speed merged seamlessly with the nostalgia of simpler times, creating a moment of complicity that transcended the confines of a Formula One test session.
For a fleeting instant, you and Pierre weren't just drivers for Alpine; you were the kids who once dreamed of this very moment, now living it together in the pinnacle of motorsport. The bond forged in those karting days had matured into something unbreakable, carrying you through the twists and turns of life and racing alike.
The checkered flag waved, signaling the end of the test session. As you and Pierre brought your Alpine monoplace to a smooth stop, a sense of accomplishment washed over you. The thrill of the track lingered, echoing in the air like a sweet melody.
With helmets in hand, you both stepped out of your respective cockpits, faces flushed with exhilaration and joy. A shared look passed between you, a silent acknowledgment of the journey that had led to this moment. The echoes of laughter from your karting days seemed to resonate in the pit area.
Unable to contain the elation, Pierre enveloped you in a spontaneous, tight embrace. The camaraderie and friendship that had weathered the years manifested in that simple yet profound gesture. The pit crew, observing the genuine connection between you two, couldn't help but share in the infectious joy.
Pierre grinned, his eyes reflecting the shared memories and dreams that had brought you both to this pinnacle. "We did it," he exclaimed, a mix of pride and excitement in his voice. You reciprocated the sentiment, "Together, just like we always said."
As the pit crew joined in the celebration, cheers and congratulations filled the air. It was a victory not just for Alpine Racing but for the enduring friendship that had withstood the test of time and trials.
The euphoria of the track still lingering, Pierre and you made your way to the first press meeting as Alpine drivers. The anticipation in the room was palpable as journalists gathered, eager to capture the essence of the new dynamic duo. With intertwined fingers under the table, a silent reassurance passed between you.
As the questions began, the room buzzed with curiosity. The first question, directed at you, cut straight to the heart of your connections. "A lot of people know your teammates thanks to his close friendship with Charles Leclerc. Are you also close to him?" The gaze between you and Pierre conveyed volumes. You took a moment, a smile playing on your lips, "Charles is a dear friend, and we've grown up together. But Pierre..." You glanced at him, a twinkle in your eye, "Pierre is my best friend. We share a connection that goes beyond the track."
The next question delved into the challenges of maintaining your friendship amidst the competitive world of Formula One. The room fell into a hush as the journalist asked, "Don't you think that your friendship could be destroyed by the sport, due to, for example, the rivalry?" Pierre and you exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between you. Pierre spoke with conviction, "We promised each other from the beginning that we'd do this together, and we meant it. No rivalry or competition will ever come between us. We're in this journey as one."
Then came the inevitable question, a sigh escaping the journalist's lips, "There are already rumors about you two being more than friends. What do you have to say?" The room seemed to hold its breath as you responded, "It's unfortunate that our friendship is questioned just because I'm a woman. Pierre and Charles have never faced such scrutiny. We're teammates, friends, and nothing more. The focus should be on our achievements on the track, not baseless rumors."
The room absorbed your words, and you and Pierre exchanged a knowing look. The unspoken promise echoed once more: no matter the challenges, your friendship would endure, unyielding against the backdrop of rumors and speculation.
The first practice session loomed, and the paddock buzzed with the energy of a thousand stories waiting to unfold. Cameras clicked and rolled, capturing the essence of the moment. You wander toward the bustling paddock, the echoes of conversations and the smell of rubber filling the air.
As you strolled through the maze of team motorhomes, a familiar figure caught your eye. Charles Leclerc, a smile lighting up his face, stood amidst the Ferrari team's setup. The two of you shared a brief but warm conversation, reminiscing about the times you spent together growing up. The camaraderie between you and Charles was evident, a connection that went beyond the competitive boundaries of the track.
Just as the conversation began to deepen, Pierre appeared on the scene, greeting Charles with a friendly nod. "Hey, Charles, good to see you," Pierre said, a sense of camaraderie evident in his tone. He turned to you, "Come on, let's head to the garage. We've got some work to do."
As Pierre guided you toward the Alpine garage, the whir of engines and the hum of activity filled the air. He led you to your designated spot, his focus on the task at hand.
Unbeknownst to you, the eyes of fellow drivers lingered. Some curious, some contemplative. The presence of a woman in the midst of Formula One, especially one closely associated with Pierre, had not gone unnoticed. The scrutiny, subtle yet palpable, escaped your attention as you familiarized yourself with the surroundings.
As the practice session approached, the noise intensified, drowning out the whispers of curiosity. The cameras continued to document every movement, focusing on Alpine's new dynamic duo. Little did you know, the world of Formula One was watching, captivated by the unfolding story that went beyond the confines of the racetrack.
In the heart of the bustling Alpine garage, the moment of focus and preparation had arrived. Pierre and you donned your racing suits, the familiar feel of the material a reassuring embrace. The air hummed with anticipation as the team worked swiftly around you, ensuring every detail was in place.
As you adjusted your gloves, Pierre caught your eye. There was a shared understanding between you two, a connection that transcended the spoken word. It was time for the pre-practice ritual.
Stepping closer, Pierre gently lifted his helmet visor, his eyes meeting yours. The world around you seemed to fade as you leaned in, pressing a brief but significant kiss on his helmet. It was a silent exchange, a gesture that spoke of shared determination and unspoken camaraderie.
The cameras, ever vigilant, captured the moment, freezing it in time for the world to see. The intimacy of the ritual wasn't lost on those observing from the sidelines. The team's photographer snapped candid shots, and rival teams' cameras discreetly recorded the exchange, curious eyes dissecting the dynamic between Alpine's inseparable duo.
With the ritual complete, Pierre enveloped you in a tight hug. The familiar scent of racing fuel lingered in the air as you embraced, drawing strength from each other. It was a ritual born from years of friendship and shared dreams.
A last exchanged look conveyed a silent understanding, this was the moment they had prepared for, the culmination of years of hard work and unwavering friendship. With a nod, you and Pierre headed toward the awaiting Alpine monoplace, leaving the garage behind.
The cameras continued to roll, capturing the start of a new chapter in your Formula One journey. The whispers of intrigue echoed through the paddock, but for Pierre and you, the only focus was the track ahead. As the engines roared to life, the world of Formula One awaited the unfolding story of Alpine's inseparable duo.
The thrill of the first free practice was still coursing through your veins as you faced a barrage of questions from journalists. Microphones and cameras surrounded you, capturing the essence of the moment.
A journalist inquired, "So, how was your first free practice?" A wide smile adorned your face as you responded, "It was beyond incredible. To finally be out there, on the track, living my dream alongside my best friend—there are no words to describe the feeling. I loved every moment of it."
"After this first try, who in the grid takes your interest?" A thoughtful expression crossed your face, and you replied, "That's a tough one. There are so many incredibly talented drivers on the grid. Lewis Hamilton, of course, is a legend, and the way he approaches each race is truly admirable."
You took a moment, considering the question further. "And then there's Lando Norris. His style of driving has fascinated me. There's a certain flair, a uniqueness to the way he tackles the track. It's inspiring to see a fellow driver bring such individuality to their performance."
As the questions continued, you shared insights into the challenges of the circuit and the exhilaration of being part of the Alpine team. The journalists, keen on unraveling the narrative behind Alpine's newest addition, hung onto your every word.
In the midst of the interview, a familiar presence approached. Pierre wrapped his arms around your waist, eliciting a giggle from you. "Sorry to interrupt," he grinned, "but the team is waiting for us. They want to film some content, heard about iced bath and whatnot. You ready for it?"
The unexpected interruption added a playful touch to the moment, and you nodded, "Absolutely, let's go." As you and Pierre made your way toward the waiting team, the journalists couldn't help but capture the candid scene—Alpine's inseparable duo, sharing laughter and camaraderie amidst the intense atmosphere of the paddock.
The team cameras were rolling as you and Pierre approached the iced baths, ready for the team's fun challenge. The atmosphere was light-hearted, and the paddock buzzed with anticipation as fans eagerly awaited a glimpse into the behind-the-scenes camaraderie of the Alpine team.
Pierre, sporting shorts, and you, in a two pieces bathing suit, exchanged playful banter, knowing what awaited. As the cameras zoomed in, you both shared a grin, playfully acknowledging the impending icy dip.
But as you hesitated near the iced bath, Pierre couldn't resist teasing, "Hey, remember when we used to take baths together as kids? You always made the water boiling!" You playfully retaliated, "What are you talking about? You were the one who poured only iced water!" The banter continued, each of you laughing as you relived childhood bath-time antics.
Ever watchful, Pierre stepped in front of you, wrapping his arms around you protectively. It was a spontaneous and genuine gesture, shielding you from the exposure to the cameras. Nestling against his shoulder, your shared understanding spoke volumes, conveying the comfort of an enduring friendship.
The fans caught your reaction, the laughter, the friendly bickering, adding a warm and familiar touch to the content. The rapport between you and Pierre was evident, showcasing the camaraderie that defined your partnership beyond the racetrack.
Encouraged by Pierre's support, you finally took a brave step into the iced bath. Pierre remained in front, still shielding you, until you were comfortably settled. With a nod and a smile, you acknowledged his support, feeling grateful for the friend who always had your back.
Fully immersed in the challenge, Pierre, with a playful grin, joined you in the iced bath. Laughter and playful arguments about the water's temperature ensued, each of you enjoying the icy challenge and the chance to share a moment of camaraderie beyond the intense world of Formula One. The team cameras captured these shared moments, providing fans with a glimpse into the authentic and light-hearted relationship that defined Alpine's inseparable duo.
As you relaxed on the bed, enjoying a moment of quiet, Pierre's phone buzzed, signaling an incoming call. Answering with a casual "Hello," Pierre's expression shifted as he listened intently. After a brief conversation, he hung up, a smile playing on his lips.
"Guess what?" Pierre exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "There's a dinner tonight, a celebration for the start of the season. All the drivers will be there."
Your eyes widened at the news, a mixture of surprise and anticipation. "Really? That sounds amazing," you replied, the prospect of meeting fellow drivers adding an extra layer of excitement to the already eventful day.
Pierre continued, "It's a great opportunity to mingle with everyone. Plus, they're hosting it to welcome you into the Formula One family officially. You need to know other drivers than just me and Charles."
As you considered the invitation, Pierre reassured you, "Don't worry, you'll love it. And besides, you've got me by your side. Let's celebrate the beginning of an incredible season together."
Emerging from the bathroom, you were dressed for the dinner in an outfit that reflected both elegance and comfort, a balance you hoped would fit the occasion. As you stepped into the room, Pierre turned from where he had been getting ready, a smile forming on his face.
"Wow," he exclaimed, appreciatively taking in your appearance. "You look absolutely wonderful."
A touch of uncertainty lingered, and you couldn't help but ask, "You think it's not too much, or maybe it's just ugly?"
Pierre stepped closer, "Not at all. You look fantastic. Elegant, confident, and perfect for the occasion. Trust me, you're going to turn heads tonight, and for all the right reasons."
His genuine compliment eased any lingering doubt, and a sense of confidence washed over you. With a grateful smile, you nodded, "Thanks, Pierre. I appreciate your honesty."
Together, you made your way to the venue of the dinner, the anticipation building with every step. The energy of the bustling paddock now transformed into a more relaxed, celebratory atmosphere as drivers, teams, and Formula One personalities gathered to mark the beginning of a new season.
You gracefully navigated the room, exchanging greetings and smiles with fellow drivers. Charles , standing nearby, caught your eye. With a familiar warmth, you said hello, and soon, a conversation unfolded, providing a comforting anchor amidst the sea of new faces.
As you engaged in a conversation with Charles, the ambiance of the room echoed with laughter and the hum of animated discussions. The camaraderie within the Formula One family was palpable, making the experience feel like a reunion of old friends.
However, the moment arrived when you were called to gather around the table. Pierre, of course, had reserved a seat for you right beside him. As you took your place, a sense of familiarity and comfort enveloped you. To your surprise and delight, on the other side of you was none other than Lando Norris.
"Hey there," Lando greeted with a friendly smile. "Excited for the season?"
You nodded, "Absolutely. It's a dream come true to be part of all this."
Pierre, leaning over from his seat, chimed in, "And having the best company, of course."
As the night wore on and the festivities continued, a sense of exhaustion began to weigh on you. The adrenaline that fueled the day now transitioned into a yearning for the comfort of the hotel bed. Sensing your fatigue, you turned to Pierre, "I think I'm going to head back to the hotel early. It's been a long day."
Pierre nodded and started to get up, ready to accompany you. However, you insisted, "No, stay and celebrate. I'll be fine. I just need some rest."
Pierre began to argue back, concerned about leaving you alone, but before he could protest further, Lando interjected. "Mate, I'm knackered too. I can walk her back if you want."
Pierre looked torn for a moment, torn between the desire to celebrate with friends and the instinct to ensure your well-being. After a moment's contemplation, he relented, "Alright, thanks, Lando. Just send me a message when you arrive, okay?"
Grateful for the compromise, you smiled at Pierre and kiss his cheek slightly, "I promise. Enjoy the rest of the evening. I'll catch up on all the stories tomorrow."
As you and Lando made your way out, the night air providing a refreshing contrast to the lively atmosphere inside, you exchanged a few words of gratitude. Lando, being the gentleman he was, assured you, "No worries. And don't forget to send that message to Pierre, else he'll be panicking."
Outside the hotel room, as you bid goodnight to Lando, he seemed to fidget nervously. "Hey, um, I heard you talking earlier about finding my driving fascinating to the journalists. Is that true?"
You chuckled at his genuine curiosity, "Yeah, absolutely. Your style on the track caught my attention. It's like watching an artist at work."
Lando blushed slightly, "Really? I mean, I just drive how I feel, you know?"
"Exactly," you reassured him, "That's what makes it fascinating. It's authentic, and it adds a unique flair to the races."
He grinned, "Thanks for saying that. It's just... I never thought people would describe my driving like that."
"Well, get used to it. You're making an impression out there," you replied, offering encouragement. "Now, get some rest, and I'll see you on the track tomorrow."
Just as you were about to close the door, Lando hesitated for a moment before asking, "Hey, would you be up for grabbing breakfast tomorrow before the second free practice? It could be a good chance to chat more about racing and stuff."
You smiled at the invitation, appreciating the camaraderie, "Sure, sounds like a plan. Text me the details, and I'll meet you in the morning."
With a final nod, Lando gave a friendly wave and headed down the hallway. Closing the door, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth from the connections formed in just one day.
a/n: let me know if you guys would like a part 2!!
As the moon cast its soft glow over the empty BAU office, you found yourself alone with Spencer Reid. It was an unusual occurrence, given the chaotic nature of your work and the constant presence of your colleagues. But tonight, the two of you had stayed behind, caught up in an intense discussion about the latest case.
Sitting side by side at his desk, the familiar warmth of friendship lingered between you, but so did an unspoken tension. You had been best friends for years, sharing everything from laughter to tears, but there was always something more lurking beneath the surface.
"I'm not in love with you anymore," you breathed, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them. Relief washed over you like a cool breeze, but it was tinged with sadness, knowing that you had carried this hidden affection for Spencer for far too long.
Spencer's expressive eyes widened, searching your face for a sign of deception. The flicker of confusion on his features was soon replaced by a tinge of sadness, and the realization settled in his gaze that he had been oblivious to your feelings. "I didn't know you ever were," he replied softly, his voice laced with regret and a hint of longing.
His response cut through you like a knife, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. The connection you shared, the unspoken bond, had led you down this path, but now it seemed you had taken a wrong turn. Perhaps it was too late to salvage what you once thought could have been.
"I never said anything," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I was afraid, Spencer. Afraid of losing what we had. But now, it feels like I've lost something anyway."
His eyes never left yours, locked in a gaze that held years of memories and unspoken words. Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on top of yours, offering a gesture of comfort in this bittersweet moment. "I'm sorry, I never knew," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I never realized what we could have had. If I had realized, I would have done things differently, so differently..."
A tear slipped down your cheek, betraying the depth of your emotions. "I didn't want to risk our friendship," you confessed, your voice trembling with the weight of missed opportunities. "But now, I can't help but wonder what could have been."
Spencer's thumb gently brushed away your tear, his touch tender and full of unspoken longing. "I understand," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "It is hard not to feel a sense of loss. To know that we could have had something amazing, something beautiful, and it slipped through our fingers."
Silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken words and the remnants of shattered possibilities. The night stretched on, the only sounds filling the room were the soft hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of your hearts.
In that moment, you both realized the depth of your connection and the pain of lost chances. The road not taken haunted you, but it also held a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this conversation was the catalyst needed to explore the depths of your feelings.
As the night drew to a close, you found solace in knowing that even though the timing may have been off, the bond you shared would always be there. It would take time to heal the wounds left by unspoken confessions, but the foundation of your friendship would remain steadfast.
And who knew? Perhaps, in the future, the stars would align once again, granting you both the chance to rewrite your story with a different ending—one filled with love, courage, and the possibility of a love that had been silently yearned for all along.
Summary: Gavin teases Connor once again but this time you stood up for him
Warnings: mature language
WC: 973
The bustling atmosphere of the Detroit Police Department filled the air as you made your way through the precinct. As a detective working closely with Connor and Hank, you were no stranger to the occasional banter and friendly jabs exchanged among the officers. However, today seemed to be different, and Gavin Reed was at the center of it all.
You walked into the station, noticing a group gathered near the coffee machine. Hank stood among them, his arms crossed, and a smirk played on his lips. Connor, ever the picture of stoic professionalism, was enduring Gavin's typical snarky remarks about his personal life.
Gavin's voice carried across the room, "Come on, Connor, admit it. You've never had a good time in bed. Just look at you, all stiff and robotic. I bet you've never even been laid!"
You watched as Connor's LED flickered yellow momentarily, an indication of slight discomfort. His face remained impassive, but you could sense the tension building within him. You couldn't stand by and let Gavin's taunts go unchallenged.
With a confident stride, you approached the group, your presence commanding attention. Your reputation as the femme fatale of the station was well-known, and you were more than willing to use it to your advantage in this situation.
"Is there a problem here, gentlemen?" you asked, your voice laced with a hint of mischief.
Gavin's eyes widened as he turned his attention towards you. "Well, well, if it isn't our very own vixen detective. What brings you here?"
You locked eyes with him, a smirk playing on your lips. "Just couldn't resist the chance to defend Connor's honor, Gavin. You know how rumors spread around here. And let me tell you, I happen to know firsthand that he's quite the impressive lover."
The room fell into an instant hush. Hank's eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and amusement evident on his face. Connor's LED turned a deep blue, betraying his astonishment. You had his complete attention, and you could see a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of curiosity and perhaps even appreciation.
Gavin's face contorted into an expression of disbelief and jealousy. "You're full of shit. There's no way you and Connor have ever..."
"Oh, Gavin, dear," you interrupted, leaning in closer, your voice dripping with mock seduction. "Let's just say I've had the pleasure of experiencing Connor's unique... talents, and it was absolutely incredible."
Connor's LED turned a vivid shade of red as his programming attempted to process the unexpected turn of events. He glanced at you, searching for any sign of deception, but your poker face remained intact.
Gavin's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. He knew you were teasing, but the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was driving him mad. His competitive nature wouldn't let him back down so easily.
"Oh, really?" Gavin sneered. "Prove it."
A mischievous smile curled on your lips as you took a step back, crossing your arms. "Oh, I would love to, Gavin, but that would be unprofessional. You'll just have to take my word for it."
The room erupted into laughter, the tension diffusing as everyone realized the absurdity of the situation. Even Connor managed a small smile, a trace of warmth in his eyes.
Gavin huffed, his pride wounded. "Whatever. Just keep your wild fantasies to yourself. We've got work to do."
With that, Gavin stormed off, leaving you, Connor, and Hank in a cloud of lingering amusement. Hank chuckled, clapping a hand on Connor's shoulder.
"Well, Connor, looks like you've got yourself a reputation," Hank teased, a twinkle in his eye.
Connor's cheeks tinted with a touch of color, but he met your gaze, a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, agent. I appreciate you standing up for me, even if it was... unconventional."
You winked at him, your playful demeanor still intact. "Consider it a small payback for all the times you've saved my ass in the field, Connor. Besides, it's always fun to see Gavin squirm."
As the laughter and banter filled the room once more, you couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie between you and Connor. Perhaps this unexpected turn of events would bring you closer, and who knows what other adventures awaited you in the future.
A few days later, you found yourself alone with Connor in the break room during lunchtime. The air was thick with anticipation as you caught his gaze, your voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone.
"So, Connor," you began, your tone teasing, "about that little fib I told Gavin…"
Connor's eyes widened slightly, his cheeks flushing a soft shade of blue. "You want to… make it come true?"
A mischievous grin played on your lips as you stepped closer, the atmosphere charged with unspoken desire. "If you're up for it."
Without hesitation, Connor closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. In that moment, the boundary between fiction and reality blurred as the electric connection between you intensified.
The days that followed were filled with stolen moments and secret rendezvous, where you and Connor explored the depths of your desires. The lie that had ignited it all had transformed into something real and intoxicating, a connection that went far beyond anything either of you had anticipated.
As for Detective Gavin Reed, he remained oblivious to the truth, his jealousy fueling his determination to prove himself. But in the end, it didn't matter. The bond you shared with Connor was a flame that burned brightly, casting aside the doubts and insecurities that once lingered.
Together, you and Connor forged a path of passion and companionship, navigating the intricacies of human emotions and discovering the true meaning of love in a world that was still learning to accept the androids who sought to understand it.
summary: you realize that you’re maybe not feeling just friendly feelings toward Kelly
WC: 1.066
The world had turned dark and unforgiving, but amidst the chaos, a ray of light emerged – Kelly. She had been your rock since the outbreak began, a loyal friend who stood by your side through every perilous journey in The Walking Dead universe. The two of you had an unbreakable bond, and you'd never questioned it until now.
As you sat by the campfire one quiet evening, watching the flickering flames dancing in the night, your mind wandered back to memories of your long-standing friendship with Kelly. Her warm smile, unwavering support, and unwritten understanding had always been there, but lately, you found yourself drawn to her in ways you couldn't comprehend.
In that tranquil moment by the campfire, the flames seemed to mirror the turmoil within your heart. Memories of your adventures together flashed before your eyes – the dangerous encounters with walkers, the close calls with rival groups, and the nights you both huddled together for warmth and comfort. Through it all, Kelly had been your anchor, the one constant in an ever-changing world.
But now, as you gazed at her, you noticed a new layer to her presence. The softness in her eyes, the subtle tenderness in her touch – they were like puzzle pieces falling into place, revealing a deeper connection that had always been there but hidden in the shadows of friendship.
Questions swirled in your mind, grappling with emotions you had never experienced before. Were these feelings a result of the chaotic circumstances, or had they been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to surface? You found yourself lost in a labyrinth of uncertainty, trying to navigate through uncharted territory.
As you watched Kelly by the fire's warm glow, you recalled the moments when her laughter had filled the air, echoing through the darkness. How it felt like a symphony, harmonizing with your own heartbeats. You had always admired her resilience, her unwavering courage, but now, you realized that your admiration had grown into something more profound.
Her presence had always been a source of strength, but tonight, it felt different. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, and you found yourself yearning to share the truth, to open up about the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.
But fear gnawed at the edges of your vulnerability. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if confessing your feelings changed everything, and you lost the precious friendship you cherished?
In the next few days, you found yourself observing Kelly more closely, noticing the subtle gestures of affection she directed towards you. She'd brush her fingers against yours during a shared laugh, or her eyes would linger just a moment longer when she looked at you. It was as if she was trying to tell you something without saying a word.
One night, as you both stood guard on watch duty, the tension between you became palpable.
Kelly's presence beside you felt both comforting and unsettling at the same time. Her unwavering loyalty and camaraderie had always been the pillars of your friendship, but tonight, there was an unspoken current pulling you closer, like magnets drawn together.
You stole glances at her, trying to decipher the emotions playing on her features, but her face was a mask of calm, belying the whirlwind of feelings within. And just when you thought the tension might become unbearable, she broke the silence, leaning in ever so slightly.
Her voice, soft and gentle like a whispered secret, danced on the edge of the night air, "You know, I've always treasured our friendship. It means the world to me."
Her words hung in the air like a fragile melody, each syllable leaving a lasting echo. Your heart quickened, and you knew this was the moment to bare your soul. The weight of the unspoken truth had become too heavy to carry any longer, and with a mixture of trepidation and hope, you took a deep breath and responded, "Kelly, I feel the same way. More than that, I think... I might be falling for you."
The revelation seemed to take even you by surprise, as if the words had escaped your lips before your mind could fully comprehend them. Yet, there was a sense of relief in finally acknowledging what had been silently blooming within you.
Kelly's eyes widened in astonishment, and her cheeks flushed with a gentle rosy hue. The vulnerability in her expression mirrored your own, and it was evident that this moment had taken both of you by storm. She took a moment to process your confession, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for her response.
"Really?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, and you could see the flicker of uncertainty mingling with the spark of hope in her eyes. "I've had feelings for you for a while, but I didn't want to risk our friendship."
Her honesty resonated with you, and you understood the weight of her reservations. The delicate balance of your relationship had always been a source of comfort, and the idea of losing that left you with a mix of fear and longing. But there was something undeniable between you, something worth exploring, and you couldn't let the chance slip away.
With a tender smile, you reached out and gently cupped her cheek in your hand, your thumb grazing softly against her skin. "I don't want to lose our friendship either," you admitted, your voice trembling with raw emotions. "But I can't ignore these feelings any longer. Maybe we can take it one step at a time, together, and see where it leads us?"
Her eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch, savoring the connection between you. "I'd like that," she whispered, her voice now filled with a mix of relief and excitement. "It's scary, but I'm willing to take that chance with you."
In that moment, you felt like the stars above had aligned, granting you both the courage to step into the uncharted territory of love. The night wrapped around you like a warm embrace, and the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you standing there, hand in hand, hearts entwined in a dance of possibility and hope. As the night unfolded, you knew that whatever challenges the post-apocalyptic world had in store, facing them together with Kelly would make the journey worthwhile
"So I had a nightmare," Spencer Reid confessed, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "Ooh. Interesting. What was it about?"
Spencer's cheeks flushed as he struggled to find the right words. "It was... uh... a wet dream about you."
You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his candid admission. "That's... Pardon?"
"Look, I'm sorry," Spencer stammered, feeling his face grow hotter by the second. "It was just a dream, and I can't control what my subconscious conjures up. It doesn't mean anything, and I certainly didn't mean to make things awkward between us."
You took a moment to process Spencer's words, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing in your eyes. You crossed your arms, a playful smile forming on your lips. "Well, Dr. Reid, you have quite the imagination."
"I swear, I didn't mean to—"
You interrupted him with a gentle laugh. "Relax, Spencer. I understand dreams can be weird sometimes. Besides, we spend so much time together, and it's only natural for our minds to wander, even when we sleep."
Spencer's tension eased slightly at your understanding response. "You're not mad?"
You shook your head, your smile growing wider. "Not at all. In fact, it's a bit flattering."
Spencer's eyes widened, his surprise evident. "Flattering?"
You stepped closer to him, your voice low and teasing. "Yes, flattering. It means you find me attractive enough to dream about."
Spencer's mouth went dry as his brain struggled to process your words. This conversation was taking an unexpected turn. "Well, I mean, you are attractive, but that doesn't mean—"
You placed a finger on his lips, effectively silencing his rambling. "Spencer, I understand that dreams don't always reflect reality. But if you ever want to explore any fantasies outside of your dreams, you know where to find me."
A mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through Spencer's veins. He had always admired you, your beauty, and your intelligence, but he never expected a conversation like this to take place. His heart raced, and his mind filled with possibilities.
"Are you serious?" Spencer managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you leaned in closer. "As serious as a heart attack, Doctor Reid."
Spencer's lips curved into a shy smile as he glanced into your eyes, the initial awkwardness fading away. "Well, then... maybe I should have more nightmares."
You laughed softly, your hand gently brushing against his arm. "Or perhaps you should let me show you that reality can be even better than your dreams."
Spencer Reid couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and anticipation. Maybe, just maybe, his nightmare had turned into something unexpectedly wonderful. And as you both stood there, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the promise of an intriguing new chapter waiting to unfold
A few days after, you and Spencer Reid arrived at the BAU office slightly later than usual. The team glanced up from their desks, curiosity evident in their eyes. They had noticed the change in dynamics between you and Spencer over the past few days and couldn't help but wonder what had transpired.
Morgan was the first to speak up, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, look who finally decided to join the land of the living. Late night, huh?"
You exchanged a knowing glance with Spencer before answering, a playful smirk on your face. "Oh, you have no idea. Spencer here had a pretty intense nightmare last night, and he wasn't feeling too good. So, I took care of him."
The team's eyebrows shot up in surprise, their intrigue growing. Hotch, ever the stoic leader, leaned forward, his tone neutral. "Is everything alright, Reid?"
Spencer shifted slightly, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. "Yes, Hotch, everything's fine now. It was just a bad dream, but Y/N was kind enough to be there for me."
JJ, unable to contain her curiosity, chimed in. "What kind of nightmare was it?"
Spencer shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks tinged with a slight blush. "They were...uh... not something I'm comfortable discussing in detail."
You exchanged a knowing glance with Spencer before answering with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "Let's just say it was a rather vivid one involving a lot of spiders. But don't worry, I took care of them too."
Garcia, who had been listening attentively, gasped dramatically. "My poor baby boy! I'll make sure to bring some extra coffee for you next time. Nightmares are no joke."
You chuckled, appreciating the team's concern and light-hearted banter. "Thanks, Garcia. I'm sure Spencer would appreciate the extra caffeine."
During the day, the team continued to express their support and concern, but they tactfully avoided pressing for more details about Spencer's nightmares. They understood the importance of privacy and respected your boundaries.
As the team returned to their work, you and Spencer settled into your desks, stealing subtle glances at each other. The events of the previous night were still fresh in your minds, and the newfound connection between you was palpable.
Throughout the day, you both carried out your duties as FBI profilers with the usual precision and focus. But there was an underlying current of shared secrets and stolen glances that added a touch of excitement to the air.
During lunch break, you found yourselves alone in the breakroom. Spencer glanced at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I can't believe we actually told them about my nightmare."
You chuckled, taking a sip of your coffee. "Well, it was partially true. Just didn't mention the other details."
Spencer's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Right, the part where you took care of me."
You shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, friends take care of each other, right? Besides, it gave us a good cover story."
Spencer's smile widened, and he reached across the table, gently taking your hand in his. "Thank you for being there for me. You've always been amazing, but last night... it meant a lot."
You squeezed his hand, warmth spreading through your chest. "Spencer, I care about you. And I'm glad I could help. We're in this together, remember? It meant a lot for me too."
His gaze softened, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Yes, we are."
The rest of the day flew by, and as the evening approached, you and Spencer found yourselves walking side by side, leaving the BAU office. The shared experiences and newfound intimacy had brought you closer, and the bond between you was unspoken but strong.
As you reached your car, Spencer turned to you, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for taking care of me last night. I appreciate it more than I can express."
You smiled, stepping closer to him. "You don't have to thank me, Spencer."
He leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against your cheek. "I'm the lucky one to have you in my life."
With that, you bid each other goodbye, carrying the promise of a deeper connection and the anticipation of what the future might hold. The nightmare that had initially caused a moment of embarrassment had led to something beautiful—an unexpected journey of love and understanding that had only just begun.
Summary: You’re daryl and merle’s little sister and can’t help but feel something for the leader of the group, Rick Grimes
Warnings: cheating, smut(not detailed)
WC: 1.956
The world had changed, and with it, so had your life. As the younger sister of Merle and Daryl Dixon, you had always been tough and independent. The apocalypse had only hardened those qualities within you. Surviving was all that mattered now.
Rick Grimes, the group's leader, had caught your eye from the beginning. There was something about him, a strength and determination, that drew you in. But you knew better than to act on your feelings. Rick was married to Lori, and your respect for Daryl, as well as the significant age difference between you and Rick, kept you from making a move.
However, circumstances had a funny way of changing things.
Late at night, when the rest of the group had settled down, you found yourself sitting outside the campfire, deep in thought. The crackling flames mirrored the turmoil within you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness. It was during one of these moments that Maggie, sensing your unease, came and sat down beside you.
The flickering firelight danced across Maggie's face as she studied your expression. She had always been perceptive, and you knew that she could sense the weight of your thoughts. Without a word, she reached out and gently squeezed your hand, offering a silent reassurance.
You sighed, feeling the weight of your unspoken emotions pressing down on you. Finally, you found the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maggie, I... I can't help but feel something for Rick," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.
Maggie's eyes widened slightly, but she maintained her comforting grip on your hand. She understood the complexity of emotions that lingered between you and Rick, knowing the boundaries that you had set for yourself. "I've noticed," she replied softly, her voice carrying understanding and empathy.
You looked into Maggie's eyes, searching for guidance or perhaps a word of caution. "But he's married to Lori, and I can't betray Daryl like that," you said, the weight of loyalty evident in your voice. "And the age difference... it just feels impossible."
Maggie nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I understand your reservations, and they're valid. But love, attraction, they're not always logical or convenient," she said, her voice carrying a hint of wisdom. "Sometimes, you have to trust your heart and follow where it leads."
You pondered her words, contemplating the risk of allowing your feelings to bloom. "What if it all goes wrong? What if it ruins everything?" you asked, voicing the fears that had held you back.
Maggie smiled gently, her gaze steady and reassuring. "Love is never without risk, my friend. But it's also what keeps us going in this world. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that you have to hold on to those moments of happiness and connection when they come. They're rare, and they're worth fighting for."
As the night grew darker, the weight of your decision settled upon you. You knew that Maggie was right. Love was a gamble, but it was also a source of strength and resilience. The flame of hope flickered within you, and with Maggie's support, you felt a newfound determination to navigate the uncertain path ahead.
A few days later, you and Rick found yourselves on a run for much-needed supplies. The world outside was desolate and unforgiving, but you were determined to secure the necessities for your group's survival. As you both navigated through abandoned buildings and darkened alleyways, a sense of camaraderie began to grow between you.
Underneath the layers of sweat and grime, you could see the exhaustion etched on Rick's face. His eyes reflected the weight of the responsibility he carried. You admired his strength, both physical and emotional, and felt a desire to provide him with a momentary escape from the harsh reality.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, you and Rick found yourselves trudging through the desolate streets. The weight of the day's challenges and the constant danger lurking around every corner were etched on both of your faces.
Rick's steps had become heavier, his usually unwavering determination visibly strained. You could see the exhaustion etched in the lines on his forehead and the weariness in his eyes. Deep down, you knew that he needed a respite from the constant demands of leadership, a moment to gather his strength for the battles that lay ahead.
As you rounded a corner, your gaze fell upon an abandoned house. Its windows were shattered, its exterior worn by the elements, but it offered the promise of shelter from the unforgiving night. You turned to Rick, your eyes conveying both concern and a suggestion.
"Rick," you called out softly, your voice laced with empathy. "I think we should take shelter in that house. You need a break, some rest."
Rick's gaze met yours, and in that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between you. It was as if he recognized the genuine concern in your eyes, acknowledging the toll that the world had taken on him. He nodded, the lines of fatigue on his face easing ever so slightly.
"Alright," Rick agreed, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Lead the way."
Silently, you approached the dilapidated house, the sound of your footsteps mingling with the distant moans of the undead. The wind whispered through broken windows, carrying a haunting melody that echoed the desolation of the world outside.
As you stepped through the threshold, the darkness engulfed you, the only source of light being the faint glow from the moon filtering through the cracks. The air was stale, and the scent of decay mingled with dust, a reminder of the life that had once thrived within these walls.
You found a relatively intact room, its walls still standing despite the ravages of time. A thin layer of dust coated the surfaces, and you brushed your hand across a forgotten piece of furniture, leaving a temporary trail in its wake. You turned to Rick, who had entered behind you, and a small smile played at the corners of your lips.
"Here," you said softly, gesturing toward the room. "We can rest here for the night."
You stepped closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest. The world had changed, and the rules that once governed your actions no longer seemed as relevant. Your hand trembled slightly as you reached out to touch his arm, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through your body.
Rick looked down at your hand, surprise mingled with a hint of longing in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out to cup your cheek, his touch both gentle and electric. The weight of the world seemed to lift as his fingers brushed against your skin.
Without a word, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips meeting in a tentative kiss. Time seemed to stand still as your bodies pressed together, finding solace in each other's touch. In that fleeting moment, you forgot about the dangers lurking outside, the pain and suffering that had become commonplace.
The kiss deepened, and the world around you faded into insignificance. Every touch, every whisper of breath against your skin, ignited a fire within you that had been dormant for far too long. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you both together in this brief respite from the chaos.
Clothing was shed, discarded in a haphazard trail that led to the bed in the corner of the room. The intensity between you grew, fueled by a combination of raw desire and the need for human connection in a world gone mad.
As your bodies intertwined, every movement was filled with a sense of urgency and desperation. It was a release—a moment of escape from the horrors that surrounded you. In that room, you were just two souls seeking solace, finding a connection that defied all logic and reason.
When it was over, you lay there, your bodies tangled together, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The room was filled with heavy breaths and the sound of your heartbeats gradually returning to normal. It was a moment of vulnerability and intimacy that neither of you had anticipated.
The realization of the consequences and the potential damage it could cause to your relationships with Lori and Daryl loomed heavily in the air.
Rick's breathing was labored, his eyes clouded with a cocktail of desire, guilt, and regret. The weight of his commitment to his marriage and the bond he shared with Daryl pressed upon him, tainting the aftermath of your intimate connection. His hand trembled as he gently traced the contours of your face, seeking solace and forgiveness.
"I can't believe we let this happen," Rick murmured, his voice tinged with remorse. "Lori and Daryl... they trust us. We've betrayed that trust."
You turned your gaze towards Rick, your eyes softening with empathy and understanding. Taking his hand in yours, you intertwined your fingers, offering a comforting touch amidst the turmoil of emotions.
"Rick, what transpired between us was a moment of vulnerability, a temporary escape from the relentless horrors of this world," you spoke, your voice steady but filled with compassion. "We both understand the depth of our commitments, the loyalty we owe to Lori and Daryl. This doesn't change that."
Rick's eyes searched yours, yearning for absolution and guidance. His voice quivered as he whispered, "But how can we go on like nothing happened? How can we face them knowing what we've done?"
You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before responding. "Rick, what happened here will remain our secret. We won't let it destroy the trust and love we have for Lori and Daryl, or the bonds that tie us to our group. It was a moment of weakness, but it doesn't define us."
You squeezed Rick's hand gently, a silent reassurance passing between you. "We must remember that we're only human, Rick. We're allowed moments of vulnerability, of seeking solace and connection amidst the chaos. But it's crucial that we acknowledge the consequences of our actions and make a solemn commitment to never let it happen again."
Rick's gaze held a mix of gratitude and relief as he nodded in agreement. "You're right. We can't undo what's been done, but we can control how we move forward. Our secret will remain locked away, and we'll carry the weight of this responsibility together."
You leaned in, placing a tender kiss on Rick's forehead, an act of reassurance and solidarity. "We made a mistake, Rick, but it's in acknowledging our mistakes and learning from them that we grow stronger. We'll focus on our roles within the group, on protecting our loved ones, and never letting this moment of weakness compromise what truly matters."
With the dawn came the harsh reality of the world outside. The weight of your actions settled upon you, bringing a mix of guilt and longing. You dressed silently, stealing glances at each other, but neither of you dared to speak.
As you left the abandoned house and returned to the group, you carried the memory of that night with you. It would forever be etched in your mind—a secret connection shared between two lost souls in a broken world.
Time passed, and the memory of that night remained a secret, buried deep within your hearts. The world continued to be unforgiving, demanding your attention and survival skills. But amidst the chaos, you both knew that the bond forged between you would forever hold a special place in your lives—a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love and connection could still be found.
The house was too quiet, the stillness settling heavily upon your heart. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you clutched your stomach, aching with the knowledge that something was wrong. A mix of fear and worry coursed through your veins as you dialed Spencer's number for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Voicemail. He was away on a case, and it seemed like he was unreachable.
Days had passed since you started feeling off, but Spencer had convinced you it was just your nerves. His brilliant mind, always so logical and rational, couldn't fathom the possibility of anything going wrong. But deep down, you knew something wasn't right. With each passing moment, your unease grew, and now it had become a relentless torment.
Desperate for support, you reached for your phone and dialed JJ's number, praying that your friend would pick up.
"JJ, please," you pleaded, your voice wavering. "I can't take it anymore. I don't know what's happening, and Spencer's not here. I need you."
JJ's voice, laced with concern, filled the line. "I'm on my way. Just hold on. You're not alone."
You clung to the phone, feeling a glimmer of hope wash over you. JJ had always been a compassionate friend, and you knew you could trust her. In your fragile state, the mere thought of facing Spencer's potential reaction terrified you.
Minutes felt like an eternity until you heard a knock on your front door. You hastily wiped away your tears and opened it to reveal JJ, her eyes filled with concern.
"Hey, are you okay?" JJ asked, pulling you into a comforting hug. "What happened?"
"I don't know," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I've been feeling off, and the pain... it's unbearable."
JJ guided you to the couch, settling you down with a gentle touch. "Let's get you to a hospital, okay? We'll figure this out together."
Tears streamed down your face as you nodded, grateful for JJ's unwavering support. The drive to the hospital was a blur, and soon you found yourself in a sterile room, surrounded by doctors and nurses who worked tirelessly to assess your condition. JJ remained at your side, her presence a constant source of comfort in the midst of your fear and uncertainty.
Hours turned into eternity, until finally, a doctor approached you with solemn eyes. Your worst fears were confirmed in that moment. You have lost your baby.
The world crumbled around you as the doctor explained the details. Your heartache was overwhelming, and a fresh wave of grief washed over you. You clung to JJ, who held you tight, offering a silent solace in your darkest moment.
Meanwhile, Spencer's mind raced as he traveled back home, eager to see his beloved wife after the long and grueling case. He anticipated sharing stories of his triumphs, unaware of the impending devastation that awaited him.
Arriving at the familiar threshold, he noticed the eerie silence that enveloped the house. Panic gripped him, and he called out for you, hoping for a response that would dissolve the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. But the only response was the echo of his own voice, as if the walls were mocking him.
Frantic, Spencer searched every room, his heart pounding in his ears. His gaze fell upon the missed calls and voicemail notifications on his phone. As he listened to your trembling voice, describing the anguish that had transpired, a cold wave of realization washed over him.
Tears welled up in Spencer's eyes as he understood the depth of his failure. He hadn't been there when you needed him most, leaving you to suffer alone. Guilt and regret threatened to consume him, his hands shaking with sorrow and remorse.
His trembling fingers dialed JJ's number, praying for answers. JJ hesitated before answering, sensing Spencer's anxiety.
"JJ, where is she? Is she okay? Why isn't she answering her phone?" Spencer's voice cracked with worry.
JJ's voice softened, knowing the difficult conversation that lay ahead. "Spencer, She... she needed me. She's with me right now."
Silence hung heavy on the line as Spencer tried to process the information. Concern mixed with confusion and fear. "Why? What happened? Is she hurt?"
Taking a deep breath, JJ gently explained, "Spencer, she had lost it. She needed support, and she was scared of how you'd react. She needed time to process everything."
Spencer's heart shattered into a million pieces, the weight of his absence crashing down on him. Guilt and grief washed over him in a torrent. He felt the overwhelming urge to be by your side, to hold you and share in your pain.
"I need to see her, JJ," he managed to say, his voice strained with emotion. "Please, tell her I'm coming. I... I love her so much."
JJ assured him that you needed time, but promised to pass along his message. She knew that healing would take time, but also believed in the strength of your love.
Finally, the moment arrived when Spencer stood outside JJ's door, his hand trembling as he raised it to knock. The door swung open, revealing a tired and sympathetic JJ. Her eyes met his, filled with unspoken understanding.
"She's upstairs," JJ said softly, leading Spencer to where you were seeking refuge.
As he climbed the stairs, Spencer's heart pounded in his chest, the anticipation of seeing you mingling with the fear of what he might find. He pushed open the door to JJ's spare room and saw you sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, your eyes red and puffy from crying.
"Honey," Spencer's voice was barely a whisper, choked with emotion. "I'm here."
You looked up at him, your gaze filled with both pain and a glimmer of hope. "Spencer..."
Without hesitation, Spencer crossed the room and enveloped you in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as you both wept. The weight of your loss settled between you, an unspoken bond formed through shared grief.
"I'm so sorry," Spencer murmured into your hair, his voice filled with regret. "I should have been there for you. I should have listened."
You clung to him, finding solace in his presence despite the pain. "We'll get through this together, Spencer. We have to."
He nodded, his grip on you never faltering. "I love you, I love you so much. And I'm here for you, now and always."
The drive back to your house was filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Spencer's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he glanced over at you, his eyes filled with worry and uncertainty. He couldn't shake the guilt that weighed heavily on his shoulders, knowing he had let you down when you needed him most.
As you pulled into the driveway, the familiar sight of home brought a bittersweet ache to your heart. It was a reminder of the life that was supposed to be, now shattered by loss. But you also found solace in returning to a space that held memories of love and comfort.
The front door creaked open as you and Spencer cautiously stepped into the house that had once been filled with joy and anticipation. Now, it felt haunted by grief and loss. The air was heavy with a mix of sorrow and tentative hope.
As you entered the familiar space, Spencer's hesitance was palpable. He kept a respectful distance, giving you the space you needed to navigate this painful return. It was evident in his every movement and the way his eyes lingered on you, searching for any sign of your comfort.
Silence hung in the air as you both stood in the living room, the weight of the past few days bearing down on your weary shoulders. You took a deep breath, summoning the strength to move forward, but uncertainty still gnawed at you.
The two of you slowly made your way upstairs, hand in hand, the quietness of the house amplifying your footsteps. In the bedroom, Spencer helped you settle onto the bed, arranging the pillows for your comfort. His touch was gentle and tender, as if he feared causing you any further pain.
Once you were situated, Spencer began to gather his belongings, preparing to retreat to the couch, intending to give you space to rest and heal. But before he could step away, you reached out and caught his hand, your eyes pleading with him.
"Please, Spencer," you whispered, your voice filled with vulnerability. "Stay here with me tonight. I don't want to be alone."
Spencer's gaze met yours, his hesitation giving way to a deep understanding. Without a word, he set aside his belongings and gently climbed onto the bed beside you, ensuring he maintained a respectful distance.
"I'm here," he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness. "I won't leave your side."
A sense of comfort settled within you as you curled up against Spencer, his warmth and steady presence a balm to your wounded heart. With his arms wrapped protectively around you, you felt a glimmer of peace amidst the pain.
The room was enveloped in a quiet stillness, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional brush of Spencer's fingers through your hair. The night stretched before you, an expanse of time to heal and rebuild.
In that moment, you knew that while the road to recovery would be challenging, you would face it together. With Spencer by your side, his commitment to supporting you unyielding, you felt the flicker of hope reignite within your weary soul.
As you drifted off to sleep, cradled in Spencer's embrace, you held onto that hope tightly, trusting that love would guide you through the darkness and lead you towards a brighter tomorrow.
The dimly lit bar was alive with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses as the BAU team unwound after a particularly grueling case.
You, Spencer Reid's best friend and confidante, were nestled among your colleagues, enjoying a rare moment of respite. However, hidden behind your smiles and laughter was a secret longing that tugged at your heart.
Spencer had always been there for you, a steadfast presence in your life. From late-night conversations to shared movie marathons, you had grown inseparable over the years. It wasn't long before the team, with their keen observational skills, noticed the way Spencer's eyes lingered on you, filled with a tenderness that went beyond friendship.
Little did they know that you reciprocated those unspoken feelings. But the fear of losing such a profound friendship held you back from confessing your true desires. To safeguard the bond you cherished, you found solace in a relationship outside the BAU. It was a half-hearted attempt to find happiness while suppressing the love that blossomed within your heart for Spencer.
That evening, as the music wafted through the air, you clinked glasses with JJ, Emily, and Penelope, reveling in their camaraderie.
Unbeknownst to you, Spencer sat at the bar, casting furtive glances in your direction. By your side, your boyfriend engaged in a conversation, his attention seemingly captivated by Spencer's words.
With a heavy sigh, Spencer turned to face your partner, a mixture of concern and anguish etched upon his face. He knew the depths of your unhappiness, your yearning for something more. It had become increasingly difficult for him to witness you with someone who failed to see your true worth.
"I've known Y/N for a long time, and I've watched as you two became a couple," Spencer began, his words chosen carefully.
"But have you ever truly seen her?"
Confusion flickered across your boyfriend's face. "What do you mean?"
"Listen," Spencer began, his voice soft but filled with conviction, "You've seen her naked, but do you know her coffee order? You've seen her curves, but have you taken the time to appreciate just how beautiful she truly is?"
His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Spencer continued, his voice steady but laced with subtle desperation. "You've slept with her, but have you noticed the nights when she cries herself to sleep? Love and sex may be intertwined for you, but have you considered the pain you're causing her?"
Your boyfriend's expression turned defensive. "It's not that simple. Relationships have their ups and downs."
Spencer's voice remained gentle, yet firm. "But at what cost? She deserves to be with someone who truly cherishes her, who sees her for everything she is. Can you honestly say you're that person?"
Your boyfriend shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a realization dawning on him. "I... I didn't realize... I mean, I care about her, but maybe I haven't been paying enough attention. I didn't want to see her hurt."
Spencer's voice softened, laced with a tinge of sadness. "Care is not enough, not when she deserves so much more. Love should be about compassion, understanding, and supporting each other through thick and thin."
As your boyfriend absorbed Spencer's words, a mix of realization and guilt settled upon his features. The weight of his actions became apparent, and he glanced over at you, a pang of regret coursing through his heart. The love he thought he had for you paled in comparison to the affection that radiated between you and Spencer.
Meanwhile, you were oblivious to the conversation unfolding nearby, lost in the joyous banter and laughter of your friends.
Your heart fluttered as you glanced over at Spencer, catching a glimpse of his troubled expression. It tugged at something deep within you, an indescribable connection that defied words.
When the night drew to a close and the team dispersed, you and your boyfriend found yourselves alone. He stared at you intently, his voice filled with remorse. "I've been blind to what we truly have, haven't I?"
You looked at him, your gaze tinged with sorrow. "Yes, you have. But it's not entirely your fault. I've hidden a part of myself, trying to force a happiness that was never meant to be."
He reached out, he tried to find the right words to express his regret. "I see now how unhappy you've been, and it breaks my heart. I never wanted to be the cause of your tears or the source of your pain. I thought I could make you happy, but I was wrong."
Tears welled up in your eyes, emotions cascading over the dam you had carefully constructed. "I wanted to believe that too, that we could find happiness together. But deep down, I've always known that my heart belonged elsewhere."
His grip on your hand tightened, a mixture of understanding and acceptance dawning in his eyes. "I can't promise that I won't be hurt, but if being with Spencer is what truly makes you happy, then I won't stand in your way. You deserve someone who sees you for the incredible person you are."
The weight lifted off your shoulders as the truth hung between you, unspoken yet understood. You both knew that the journey ahead would be challenging, but the prospect of embracing true love outweighed the pain of letting go.
Meanwhile, as the two of you navigated the complexities of your conversation, Spencer stood outside the bar, gazing up at the night sky. The words he had spoken to your partner weighed heavily on his conscience, unsure of the consequences they would bring. He had taken a risk, one driven by a love he couldn't contain any longer.
A soft voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to find you standing before him, tears shimmering in your eyes. "Spencer, I... I ended things with him. I couldn't continue living a lie, not when my heart belongs to you."
Time seemed to stand still as his eyes met yours, and the unspoken words passed between you like a secret dance. In that moment, the truth was unveiled, and the connection that had been silently nurtured blossomed into something beautiful and undeniable.
Without a word, Spencer stepped forward, cupping your face with his gentle hands. His touch was both tender and fervent, a reflection of the depth of his emotions. "I've loved you for so long, and I never thought I'd have the chance to say it. But now that I do, I want to cherish every moment with you."
A smile bloomed across your face, tears of joy mixing with tears of relief. Finally, the love that had simmered beneath the surface had been freed, and you embraced Spencer, allowing your hearts to intertwine.
From that day forward, you and Spencer embarked on a new chapter, one filled with love, understanding, and a profound friendship that had evolved into something extraordinary.
The BAU team watched as your relationship flourished, having known all along the connection that existed between you.
And as you leaned into Spencer's embrace, surrounded by the love and support of your colleagues, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the winding path that had led you here. In the end, it was the strength of your bond and the courage to follow your hearts that had brought you to a place where love could thrive, unencumbered by doubt or fear.
The world had changed in ways unimaginable. The outbreak had torn society apart, leaving behind a desolate landscape filled with danger and uncertainty. But through it all, there was one constant in your life - Daryl Dixon. You had known Daryl since long before the chaos began, thanks to your close friendship with his older brother, Merle.
Every night, you found yourself at their place, seeking solace from the horrors of the day. Together, you and Daryl would sit around a small campfire, sharing stories and laughter, trying to forget the nightmare that surrounded you. Those nights became a refuge, a sanctuary where the two of you could momentarily escape the harsh reality of the world.
Tonight was no different. The crackling of the fire filled the air as you and Daryl sat side by side, staring into the dancing flames. The warmth and familiarity of his presence brought a sense of comfort to your weary heart. It was a night like any other until Daryl spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You know, I never thought I'd find someone like you in this mess, Y/N."
Startled, you turned to face him, his face dimly lit by the fire's glow. His words hung in the air, heavy with unexpected vulnerability. You searched his eyes, trying to decipher the emotions swirling within them.
"What do you mean, Daryl?" you asked softly, your voice filled with both curiosity and trepidation.
Daryl shifted uncomfortably, his gaze shifting to the ground. "I mean, I... I care about you, Y/N. More than I should, maybe."
Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. The weight of his words settled over you, leaving you momentarily breathless. The realization of Daryl's feelings for you sent a surge of warmth through your veins. But just as quickly as the confession came, it was followed by an apology.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Y/N," Daryl muttered, his voice laced with regret. "You're Merle's girl, and I shouldn't have said anything. It's just... damn, I can't help how I feel."
You reached out, gently touching his arm to get his attention. "Daryl, listen to me. Merle and I are just friends. We've always been. You're not betraying him by having feelings for me."
Daryl looked up, uncertainty etched across his rugged features. "But he's my brother, Y/N. I can't just..."
Before he could finish, you placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Merle has never laid claim to me, Daryl. We're all just trying to survive in this messed up world. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that life is too short to ignore what makes us happy."
Daryl's eyes softened as he absorbed your words. His gaze shifted between your eyes and your lips, his internal battle evident. Finally, he reached a decision, his hand trembling as it cupped your cheek.
"I don't know how to do this, Y/N," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't ignore how I feel anymore."
Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. Time seemed to stand still as the weight of the world slipped away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by an unspoken connection.
As the kiss deepened, you felt the walls that had separated you from Daryl crumble away. The years of friendship and shared experiences had led to this moment, a revelation of unspoken desires and hidden affection. It was a love born in the darkest of times, finding solace in each other's arms.
When you finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, you looked into Daryl's eyes, now filled with a mix of tenderness and uncertainty. It was a leap of faith for both of you, a departure from the familiar into uncharted territory. But you knew, deep in your heart, that it was a risk worth taking.
"I don't have all the answers, Daryl," you whispered, your voice filled with conviction. "But I know that I care about you, too. And I'm willing to figure it out together."
A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of Daryl's lips. He nodded, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.
"Alright, Y/N. Together, then."
And with those simple words, you knew that, no matter what the future held, you and Daryl would face it together, side by side, finding strength and solace in each other's love.
Summary: Spencer Reid has always been your best friend, supporting each other through relationships and life's ups and downs. But as he prepares to leave for a job at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, he realizes he has feelings for you.
The rain poured heavily against the windows of the small flower shop in Las Vegas as you carefully arranged a bouquet of vibrant roses.
It was just another day in your little world of petals and fragrances. You glanced up as the door chimed, revealing the familiar figure of your best friend, Spencer Reid.
His tall, lanky figure entered, his hair slightly disheveled from the rain. He smiled warmly at you, though his eyes held a tinge of uncertainty.
Spencer had been a constant presence in your life for as long as you could remember. From childhood adventures to teenage heartaches, you two had weathered every storm together.
Over the years, you had shared your hopes, dreams, and countless cups of coffee. You had witnessed each other's highs and lows, always supporting one another.
In that moment, as the rain tapped against the windowpanes, a rush of memories washed over you. You vividly remembered the time when you and Spencer had taken a road trip to the coast, just to chase the sunset. The sky had painted itself in hues of orange and pink as you both sat on the beach, your shoulders brushing against each other. It was a moment of pure serenity and unspoken connection, as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of warmth and understanding.
You recalled the countless coffee dates you had shared, sitting across from each other in cozy cafes, sharing stories and dreams. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee always hung in the air, creating a comforting backdrop to your conversations. There were mornings when you would arrive at the shop early, and Spencer would join you shortly after, bringing you your favorite cup of coffee without even needing to ask. Those moments, with his shoulder grazing against yours as you sipped your coffee, felt like the epitome of comfort and companionship.
In times of heartache, you had sought solace in each other's presence. You remembered the night you received devastating news, and Spencer had shown up at your doorstep without a word, pulling you into a tight embrace. It was a moment of unspoken support, where his arms around you became a sanctuary, a refuge from the pain. In that embrace, you had felt his unwavering presence, a reminder that no matter the circumstances, you would always have each other.
The memories swirled together, highlighting the bond you and Spencer had built over the years. The adventures, the late-night conversations, the shared laughter—they all served as the foundation of an unbreakable friendship. And in those moments of vulnerability and shared experiences, you had unknowingly laid the groundwork for something deeper.
As the rain continued to pour outside the flower shop, the warmth of those memories filled your heart. You realized that the closeness you had with Spencer went far beyond the surface level of friendship. It was a connection that ran deep, built on trust, understanding, and an unwavering support for one another.
As he walked up to you, a mix of excitement and apprehension flickered in his eyes. "Hey," he greeted, a touch of nervousness lacing his words.
"Spence! What are you doing here?" you exclaimed, concern lacing your voice as you rushed to grab a towel.
He accepted the towel gratefully, his piercing brown eyes meeting yours.
Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat. "I got a job offer at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico," he started, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It's a big opportunity, and it's what I've always wanted. But... I can't go without telling you something first."
Your heart skipped a beat. The BAU—the Behavioral Analysis Unit—was Spencer's dream job. You felt a mix of excitement for him and a twinge of sadness deep within. It meant he would be leaving Las Vegas, and you couldn't imagine your life without him.
"That's amazing, Spencer!" you exclaimed, unable to hide your genuine happiness for him. "The BAU is lucky to have you."
A bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. "Thank you. But there's something else I need to tell you." He paused, gathering his thoughts.
"I've been doing a lot of soul-searching lately, and I've come to a realization."
Your curiosity piqued, you leaned closer, urging him to continue.
His gaze met yours, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. "I've always liked you. From the moment we met, you've been more than just a friend to me. You're my confidante, my rock, and my source of strength. And if there's even the slightest chance that you feel the same way about me, I want to explore that possibility, Sunshine."
"Sunshine" slipped off his tongue effortlessly, as if it had been a part of your shared language for as long as you could remember. It held a history that spanned back to your early childhood days when you would spend hours playing in the sun-soaked fields near your homes.
The nickname originated during a particularly sunny day when you were both around five years old. You had stumbled upon a patch of wildflowers, their vibrant colors reminiscent of a rainbow. As you danced and twirled among the flowers, your laughter and radiant energy seemed to light up Spencer's world. In that moment, he had called you his "Sunshine," a name that captured the warmth and joy you brought into his life.
From that day forward, the pet name became a symbol of your enduring friendship. As you grew older and faced the challenges of life, the nickname served as a reminder of the light you brought into each other's lives, even during the darkest of times.
During your teenage years, when Spencer struggled with self-doubt and anxiety, he would often turn to you for comfort and support. You became his guiding light, helping him navigate through the stormy seas of adolescence. In those moments, he would whisper the nickname, a word that held so much meaning between the two of you, reminding him that there was hope even in the bleakest moments.
As adults, the nickname continued to be a thread that wove through the tapestry of your friendship. It became a secret language, a word that held a world of shared memories, inside jokes, and unspoken understanding. It was a name that represented the deep connection you had forged over the years.
And now, as Spencer stood before you, professing his feelings and baring his soul, his use of the pet name "Sunshine" held even more weight. It was a term of endearment that encompassed his unwavering affection and his recognition of the light you brought into his life. It was a testament to the depth of your bond, the history of shared experiences, and the unspoken love that had grown between you.
Your heart swelled with a torrent of emotions. Spencer's confession took you by surprise, yet it resonated deep within your soul. You had spent countless hours daydreaming about what it would be like to take your friendship to another level.
But then reality hit you like a cold gust of wind. You had a life in Las Vegas—a flourishing business, friends, and a sense of stability. Leaving all that behind seemed unimaginable.
"I... I can't, Spencer," you managed to say, your voice trembling. "I have everything I love here in Las Vegas. My work, my friends, my life. I can't just give it all up."
His face fell slightly, the disappointment evident. "I understand. I wouldn't want to force you into something you're not ready for."
With a heavy heart, you watched as Spencer turned to leave, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the shop. But as the door closed behind him, your thoughts raced, your heart pounding with a newfound clarity. You couldn't let him go, not without giving love a chance.
Without a second thought, you dropped everything and ran outside into the pouring rain. The droplets soaked your clothes, clinging to your skin as you hurried toward the airport. Every step brought you closer to the person who had been your constant, your rock, your everything.
Breathless and soaked to the bone, you finally reached the departure gate. There, amidst the crowd, you spotted Spencer, his gaze fixed on the ground. With every ounce of strength, you called out his name, your voice carrying above the commotion.
He turned, surprise and disbelief etching across his face as he saw you standing there, drenched and determined. The world around you blurred as you closed the distance between you, your heart pounding in your chest.
He stared at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"
"I couldn't let you go without a fight," you confessed, the raindrops blending with your tears. "At the end of the day, I want it to be you and me. I want your early mornings, I want your late nights. I want you on your good days, and even more on your bad."
A flicker of hope sparked in his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips. Without a second thought, he took a step closer and pulled you into a warm embrace. The world around you faded, leaving only the sound of rain and the beating of your hearts in perfect sync.
"I've always wanted this, Sunshine," Spencer whispered, his voice filled with love and gratitude. "Together, we can face anything."
And as you stood there, rain-soaked and breathless, you knew you had made the right choice. With Spencer by your side, you were ready to embark on a new chapter, hand in hand, and heart to heart.
At the end of the day, it was you and him, against the world.
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