If she ends up with him, he has to do A LOT of groveling
i only saw this just nowđđ shouldâve made him grovel MORE but im pretty okay with how it turned out in the end
such a late reply but i hoped you liked reading p2 anyway hehe
Blue by billie is so max verstappen coded especially when she starts singing about being victim to your father's plan
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you yawned loudly and abnoxiously as you walked into rafeâs bedroom. you kicked your shoes off, grabbing one of rafeâs t-shirts from his drawer, changing out of your uncomfortable clothes. âdidnât think you were coming back, itâs late as fuck.â rafe said, looking at you oddly as he sat up on the bed against the headboard.
âlongest fucking day of my life. need to unwind.â
rafe smirked, reaching his whole body over the bed to grab your forearm. "like the sound of that," he mumbles.
you let yourself move toward him, but you groan, ânot like that.â rafe momentarily pouts, but doesnât let go of your arm. in fact, he pulls you closer onto the bed with him urging you to cuddle up into him.
he snakes his arm around you, soft fingers tracing circles into your side. "wanna talk about it?"
you yawn and shake your head, "nah, can we just watch a movie or something?"
rafe nods, grabbing the TV remote from the nightstand. "you don't wanna watch some chick-flick do you?" he asks, grimacing already.
you sigh dramatically, âi guess not. fast and furious?â
rafe obligies, satisfied with your suggestion. you get comfortable on the bed, your head rested on rafe's shoulder and your phone rested on his chest as you scroll through tiktok.
about 20 minutes later, you see a video about the new halloween update on dress to impress and gasp before you can stop yourself. rafe jumps slightly, eyes wide. âjesus christ, whatâs wrong?â
"sorry, nothing," you grin apologetically, "can I borrow your laptop though?"
he looks at you like you've lost your mind, but he still grabs his macbook from the nightstand, handing it over to you. you sit up excitedly, leaning up against the headboard.
you open the laptop and sign into your roblox account, side eyeing rafe as he gives you an odd look. "the fuck are you doing?"
"playing a game," you respond innocently.
he raises his eyebrows, "roblox? wheezie used to play that shit.. when she was 8," he says, judging you hardcore.
you glare at him, "you don't understand," you sigh. "just watch me play, it's genuinely fun."
he watches you click on dress to impress, making a disgusted face. "yeah I can't defend you on this one," he says and you shove his shoulder.
"well have you ever played dress to impress?" you ask him.
"obviously not," he says, his sassy side on full display.
"well don't judge then. just watch and i'll let you play a round when i'm done," you say with a smile, patting his cheek softly.
"hell nah," he says, directing his attention back to the movie.
you shake your head, giving up on getting him to play. you start a round, looking around at all the new pieces they added. the theme is holiday for your first round, so of course you do halloween.
you notice rafe's eyes on the computer screen as his curiosity clearly starts to creep back in despite himself. he watches as you piece together combination of a witch hat, spiderweb dress, and dark boots.
âwhat even is this shit?â he asks, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly intrigued.
you grin, not taking your eyes off the screen since you only have a minute left. âyou compete with other people to make the best outfit based on a theme. you'd be pretty good at it, you've got great style," you say, trying to persuade him.
he gives you a look, shaking his head, "sounds dumb as fuck," he says, and you just laugh. he's silent for a moment before turning slightly to have a better view of the screen, "so what you just like... dress them up and shit?"
you nod, watching the time run out. "yes, then everyone votes on each outfit and the top 3 get on the podium. see," you point to the screen, "the voting's starting now."
an outfit that's completely off theme struts down the runway and you grimace, "see like that one's ugly as fuck so i give it a 1. oooh look, this ones mine," you say with a proud smile. "doesn't she look great?"
rafe shrugs, "i guess."
you ended up getting third place, losing to two terrible outfits. you curse under your breath, before turning to him. âyou wanna try a round?â you smile, looking up at him.
rafe scoffs, glancing back at the movie, but curiosity gets the better of him. âalright, fine, hand it over.â he takes the laptop.
"okay the theme is beach day," you tell him.
he hums in response, looking around at the clothes aimlessly. "rafe, you gotta pick something that actually matches,â you say, stifling a laugh as he pairs a yellow bikini top with neon green shorts.
"shh, I have a vision," he says, dismissing your words. "wait why the fuck doesn't she have a face?"
"you gotta go to the makeup and hair room, over there," you point at the screen.
he scrolls through the makeup options, finally decided on one. "mhm, she bad ain't she?" you chuckle, knowing rafe is secretly loving this.
time runs out just as he adds the coconut drink, and you see him watching the screen eagerly, waiting for the voting to end. one girl dressed in long pants and a jacket walks out and he looks over at you, disgusted, "this bitch didn't even look at the theme." all you can do is laugh and nod your head in agreement.
when rafe places second, he smirks, looking way too pleased with himself. "ha," he says, "i did better than you."
you roll your eyes. "yeah you're done playing," you say, snatching the laptop back.
the next night, you texted rafe that you were gonna come over after your morning shift and you didn't get a response, which was odd. you let yourself into his house with the key he'd given you. "rafe?" you called out, walking into the living room. "you here?" no response.
you furrowed your eyebrows, walking up the stairs. maybe he was just in his room, you thought, taking a nap or something. you creak open his bedroom door, met with the scene of him sitting on his bed, looking intently at his laptop.
his eyes shoot up to look at you and he slams his laptop closed, guilty look in his eye. you raise your eyebrows, "what were you doing?" you question him, walking toward the bed.
he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, shaking his head. "nothin.'"
your eyes narrow, "were you watching porn?" you joke, sitting down next to him.
he sighs, "worse.." he trails off. he mentally debates for a minute, before pulling his laptop back into his lap, opening it slowly to reveal dress to impress on full display.
your hand shoots to cover your mouth, laugh escaping your lips anyway. all he does is glare at you, "this is your fucking fault."
you lean into him with a laugh, "I know I know, sorry. don't be embarrassed, rafe." you press a kiss to his lips.
as you kiss him, you canât help but laugh again, glancing at his screen. "okay wait that's actually a cute outfit. you're getting good," you nudge him, "fashionista," you add quietly with a chuckle.
he looks at you straight-faced, "I'm only playing this dumbass game because you dragged me into it. i was just bored so,â he gestures to the screen.
âsure, rafe, whatever you say,â you tease, cuddling up beside him. "feel free to keep playing, don't stop at my expense."
he scoffs, but gives in and restarts the game.
you wrap your arm around his middle and watch as he puts together outfit after outfit, the grin rarely leaving your face.
you just love your little fashionista.
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âThe Greatestâ was a heart-shattering piece omg. It takes incredible talent to be able to so fluidly connect a song with fan-fiction, something which you have done incredible well. It made me angry and sad, simultaneously. I would feel blessed if you honoured us with a part two! đ§Ąđ
omg thank you so so soooo much for your kind words, Iâm so overwhelmed by the positive feedback Iâve gotten on âthe greatestâ and really I couldnât be happierđ saying you guys actually feel something reading that fic is the best and most motivating compliment i could ever receive and Iâm so thankful!! Part 2 is coming your way soon, Iâll make sure to tag everyone who asked for it :) again, thank you so so much <33
congrats on 1k again mel đ€ i'm so proud of u!!
i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri
ౚৠPART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౚà§
summary â you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasnât. he liked to tell people that heâs certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.
a/n â thank you so much for your constant support mlđ„č im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song âjunoâ by sab!
warnings â kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isnât my first language, not proofread
It really wasnât your fault.
You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you werenât used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.
Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for âurgent needsâ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.
The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least thatâs what you told everyone. At least thatâs what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldnât keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.
After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that heâs not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldnât even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.
So yes. It is his fault! Because if heâs really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love â like you admittedly were â then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldnât even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that heâs not in love with you just months ago?
He couldnât expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the âcasualâ sex wasnât enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.
If he was sooo sure heâs not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who werenât him, and since itâs his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.
In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldnât hurt him.
You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, âjunoâ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind â including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didnât have feelings for you.
You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friendâs, jackâs, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didnât make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you arenât just friends, right?
So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscarâs direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didnât mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didnât have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.
It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.
His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Landoâs face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?
Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesnât want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.
So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.
âFancy another beer?â You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your façade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!
He shook his head.
The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?
You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol youâve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasnât nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?
âWhat were you doing with him, y/n?â
Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didnât even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. âTell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?â
âOscar I-â
âKeep talking or Iâll stop,â he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.
You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldnât keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.
âI was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!â
Oscarâs furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didnât get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldnât focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.
âStop what? Talk to me, please. I didnât like seeing you with him,â he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?
âWhy donât you love me?â You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.
âI- What? Why would you think that?â
âMaybe because you literally said so?â
âUhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,â he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didnât say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. âDonât cry on me, y/n, please donât,â he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. âWas just being stupid, didnât wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,â he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didnât confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didnât love you.
You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. Youâd have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that youâd go back home with him. It wasnât enough to make it official, you werenât boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.
Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasnât his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didnât have to make him fall in love with you.
Because he already was.
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âœïœĄâ being in a relationship with a formula 1 driver like lando was hard, but not impossible. right? a story based on THE GREATEST by billie eilish. â lando norris x fem!reader
á¶» đ đ° angst! pure angst, swearing. iâll write a part 2 if requested đ 4.4k words
â Iâm trying my best to keep you satisfied â
Loving a formula 1 driver, let alone being in a relationship with one, wasnât easy. But that didnât stop you. In fact, you were sure nothing was ever going to be able to get in between the love that Lando and you shared, the kisses and the late night cuddles, the fun family dinners and the celebrations of his milestones. Everything was so perfect.
Yes, sometimes itâs hard to meet his standards, sometimes having you leave your own family to go attend races with him, or the blatant flirting he would still be partaking in at after-race parties, it was definitely a flaw of your relationship, but maybe you shouldâve just worn something prettier or done your makeup in a different way, in the end itâs your fault if his attention wasnât keen on you, right?
But no matter what, you were ready to do it for him. Heâs your main priority, just as he should be. Thatâs what makes a relationship a functioning one, doesnât it?
â Let you get your rest while I stayed up all night â
Of course you werenât always his main priority, but who were you to judge him? Heâs a professional racing driver, itâs not only a job but a complete career, and he wouldnât trade it for anything in this world. Having a world championship under his belt, that was more important than you. You just have to live like that, someone had to put in the work for the relationship. And because it definitely wasnât Lando, it was you. But you didnât mind, youâd do it all over again for him. Because you truly loved him, and to you, there was nothing in this world stronger than love.
So when you both finally get home after a long race weekend, you donât mind doing the cooking and cleaning and laundry for him. You also donât mind him going to sleep while youâre up packing up luggage for him and you to depart for the next GP. You wouldâve appreciated some skin contact after such a busy and nerve wrecking weekend, but if he needed rest, then he should have it. You could rest another time, maybe during the flight or while he was spending time with his friends. You werenât sure why, but Lando always insisted on not having you with him, always making up excuses why you couldnât come even if in reality, you were at âhomeâ trying to get used to the new place youâd have to stay at for the next week. Maybe you wouldâve preferred being with him, or having him with you, or being in your home country with your loved ones he was yet to meet, but thatâs okay. He had his fun with his friends and their girlfriends, thatâs what mattered.
Maybe he didnât want you there because, while he dated a girl heâs known since forever, a girl who knew him before his win and his fame and his career, all the others were dating models and successful women. Maybe you embarrassed him a little bit, so you were understanding when he told you to stay at home. His fans didnât exactly love you either, so actually, it was really thoughtful of him not to have you by his side when he went out, because then his fan base and the news wouldnât be able to pick at every little flaw you had, which you had surprisingly lots of, as the media told you.
The clock read 5am when you finally finished packing up the luggage and went to bed yourself. Well, not the bed but rather the couch, because Lando had just previously told you not to wake him if he was already asleep, and who were you to rip him out of his peaceful slumber when he had so much pressure on him the last three days? It was a little cold, but thatâs okay. It was just kinda difficult to fall asleep on the small, hard, uncomfortable couch.
The clock read 8am when you woke up to prepare breakfast for him and you.
â And you donât wanna know how alone Iâve been â
You knew better than to complain. Of course you felt a little bit alone in the huge apartments while he was away, spending time at the track or in the gym with his friends. How could you not? You were in a country youâve never been in before, a country with no familiar faces or friends or people you could talk to besides the McLaren team and well, your boyfriend. But in the end, Lando showed you the world. And you had to be grateful for that. Even if he basically just pushed you around the world and then picked you up again when it was time to travel farther. And god, how you missed your family. And how deeply you wanted them to meet your one and only love, Lando. It was sickening, the need to be at home again.
One time after a long day of qualifying, you told Lando about your homesickness and that you felt a bit alone on this journey.
He got mad and told you if you wanted, you could just leave. Heâs not keeping you here. 20 minutes after, you were stood in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you. Your response to âAre you actually fucking crying right now?â was a quiet âI was just cutting onions.â
His reply to âI thought we were eating together, I made dinnerâ was âIâm going out to eat with Charles and his girlfriend.â
You felt your heart break in that second, but he was just mad and not thinking straight. Outbursts are okay sometimes.
â Let you come and go, whatever state Iâm in â
You spent the whole evening and night crying, putting his food in the fridge in case he was hungry later. The tears didnât stop until he came back through the door, obviously a bit tipsy. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and told you how sorry he was, telling you that next time, he would take you with him to dinner. You knew it wasnât true, and he knew as well.
At least you felt his touch again, his arms around you and his rough fingers caressing your cheek. That was worth the tears and the unappreciated cooking.
â Man am I the greatest? My congratulations â
Miami GP â24. Landoâs first win in his Formula 1 career. You were the proudest girlfriend in the world and you couldnât wait to celebrate his win with him tomorrow, knowing heâd be busy partying with the others today. Youâre in Miami, after all. And he has just won. Of course he had to celebrate that with his boys, surrounded by beautiful women and loads of alcohol. He would never cheat on you, but you were sure he wouldnât mind being in the presence of some women who were gifted with a prettier face and body than you were. Thatâs okay, at least he doesnât use you for your looks.
As he stood there on the highest step of the podium, smiling like a little kid who had just fulfilled his dreams, smiling like he once had smiled at you, it made you so incredibly happy and emotional and you couldnât wait to finally see him and give him a big celebration kiss.
Once he was back in the paddock he told you to wait until the cameras were gone. You didnât get a hug either. Not until you were back in the apartment.
At last. you got your hug and a kiss. As a goodbye before he left with Max.
â All my love and patience, all my admiration â
The day after, you woke up at 7, waiting for him to wake up while you were already up in the kitchen, baking a small cake with a âoneâ on it, all decorated in orange.
Even if you were left unsatisfied yesterday, that didnât stop you from still feeling eternally proud of him, and proud to be able to call yourself his girlfriend. He was so dedicated to the things he loved, it was a pleasure to watch him go through life with his determination. Racing was his passion, thereâs no shame in sometimes forgetting your girlfriend for it.
He finally entered the kitchen at 12, smiling at the small cake placed upon the dining table. âSurprise!â You said, and he immediately went to hug and kiss you, smiling just as brightly as he did on that podium. Moments like these were a reminder that he did in fact love you, and once again, that itâs all worth it.
â All the times I waited for you to want me naked â
You often wondered how the others managed to keep up their relationships.
Just recently you were having lunch with the other WAGs at a restaurant near the circuit. Originally, you didnât want to come, still feeling insecure about what the media has to say about you, the ugly duckling around the most beautiful women in F1 history. However, they insisted. At the table the girls began talking about the party after Landoâs win, and how proud you mustâve been to see him on that podium. You loved talking about it, until you were asked why you didnât come with him to the party. A lame excuse of âI was just tired and not feeling wellâ made the others look at you weirdly. How could she be so selfish and miss her boyfriendâs afterparty for that? Alex, Charlesâ girlfriend smiled at you with a knowing look, but you pretended not to notice, feeling embarrassed.
The next topic at the table was rather intimate, and you wanted to puke right then and there. Were you really the only one who hasnât been touched in so long, because there just wasnât enough time between all the travelling and racing and exhaustion? Or were you just not good enough? Was it really your looks? Should you change?
You missed it dearly, the intimate times with Lando. The ones where he finally took care of you instead of the other way around, the ones where you could feel the connection between you two with all your senses. Was it your fault that these times stopped? Lando was so perfect, it just couldnât be his fault.
Maybe you just had to wait until he wanted you again.
â Made it all look painless, man, am I the greatest? â
You didnât show your feelings often, not your real ones. The times he had catched you crying for him on you knees were pathetic little situations he shouldnât have seen you in. When asked, you denied. âDo you feel lonely in this relationship?â â âNo.â âDoes he make you cry often?â â âNo.â âDo you think your relationship is slowly breaking apart?â â âNo.â
Talking about it with the women around the paddocks or when youâd facetime your friends from home, you never once said anything bad about Lando. Never once complained about how he treated you or how he ignored your feelings and your endeavors. Not even your closest friends knew what was really going on, or maybe, you just didnât know that yourself. In your mind, this was just a phase where his career just made it impossible for him to focus on you. Someday this would change. Sooner or later, it would change.
For everyone else, you had the greatest, perfect, flawless relationship. And you didnât mind keeping that imagine up. For his sake.
â Doing whatâs right without a reward â
And so it kept going. You making efforts, him abandoning you. No matter what you did for him, no matter how much heart and love you put in for him, it was left unappreciated. But thatâs okay, still. You were in a relationship, your only task was to love him, and you did. Because thatâs the right thing to do in a relationship, and for him, youâd do anything. No matter if he appreciated it or not at the moment, you knew that, eventually, he would.
â And we donât have to fight when itâs not worth fighting for â
At least you hoped that he would change someday, so far he obviously hadnât, and it was slowly getting to you in a more serious manner. In a way that might worry you and the people around you, in a way you wouldnât forget. That one time you prepared dinner for the both of you and he went out with Charles and Alex instead, it was all forgotten in a matter of seconds when he apologized. But now every single interaction he had with other women haunted you, asleep or awake. No apology would help you actually think he would change his current treatment towards you, and as it seemed, he didnât care either.
There was no point in fighting anymore, no point in telling him how you feel whenever he walks out the door, leaving you alone with nothing but your awful thoughts. For fuckâs sake, you left all you had behind to be there for him, and how does he show his gratefulness? He doesnât, because he isnât fucking grateful, and he couldnât care less about you and your dumb feelings. He doesnât care that you want nothing more than to finally be able to introduce him to your family, he doesnât care that you gave up your own career for his, and he doesnât care that while heâs treating you the way he is, all the people who knew the both of you and basically the whole internet was only picking you apart. Never him.
Oh you were such a shitty girlfriend refusing to kiss him in front of the cameras after his first win, but wasnât he the one who pushed you away? And how could you miss the party that night, the party dedicated to your oh soo perfect boyfriend? Do you not care about him enough? Were you not proud? So many girls would trade their life for a day in your shoes, and you just didnât appreciate that? What a disappointment you are to the WAGs, and what a disappointment you must be to Lando.
âLando please, listen to me,â â âNo, Iâm done with your insufferable complaining all the time. I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it now, if you wanna leave, leave.â
â And you donât wanna know what I wouldâve done, anything at all, worse than anyone â
You wouldâve walked through fire for him to love you again. For everything to go back like it once was. When he would brag about you to his friends and even in interview, when he took you to hang out with his friends and to parties, always keeping an arm around your shoulders so other guys wouldnât even dare to look at you, when he was so eager to fulfill not only his, but also your dreams, wether that be a simple one, like him meeting your parents in your childhood home, or the greater ones, like becoming not only a good, but a great graphic designer. When he would watch you draw and perfect yet the smallest details with nothing but the growing admiration for you visible in his eyes. When he would kiss you good night and good morning, when he would ask about your day and passionately tell you about his. Back to when he had loved you. But now it was too late. All the things you had done for him, all the things you would probably still do, in the end, were for nothing more than a broken heart.
The sleepless nights. The nerve wrecking days. The painful parting from your family and friends. The abandonment of the life with him you had so desperately wished for.
It was all for nothing.
â I loved you, and I still do. Just wanted passion from you, just wanted what I gave you â
Last day before the summer break, the last race. And probably, the last day of him and you.
You were done with his shit, the sad look on your face visible to everyone in the room as you sat and watched the race from the McLaren hospitality, his parents seated next to you. Something felt very off, your usual happy and optimistic demeanor completely washed off, replaced by a dark, almost expressionless look. They sensed that something might have happened between Lando and you, but nobody dared to ask, too busy watching the intense race.
The outcome was disappointing, Lando finishing behind Max, the one heâd have to beat to win the championship. The team and the people inside the paddock and the hospitality clapped for him and Oscar anyway, with Oscar finishing second and Lando fifth. You cheered and smiled, but it didnât reach your eyes. You knew what was to come once youâd be back in the hotel. You were scared, sure it would be the most painful thing youâd ever have to do, putting all the things youâd done for him, all the things heâd done to you, in its shadow.
The celebration went well, again, no hug or kiss for you. You were sure his mother had even scolded him for it, but that wasnât important anymore. You didnât really care anyway, the media would run their mouths about you anyway, and Lando surely doesnât give a shit either way. You desperately needed an answer, you wanted him to explain it to you. What had suddenly happen, what did you do wrong, for him to suddenly act like this? And if he fell out of love, then why couldnât he just tell you?
Meanwhile Lando was busy celebrating Oscarâs podium, taking pictures for the McLaren instagram account and whatnot, then doing the post race interviews.
He loved you, he really did. But he just didnât see you as someone he wanted to spend this life with. He couldnât imagine living his private life without you by his side, he wanted you to come with him to visit his family at home, to come with him when he would meet up with Max and the others during summer break or really, he wanted to just do nothing with you, nothing but share small kisses and cuddling on his couch at home, eating some homemade food and drinking a glass of wine together. At the same time, he thought that you didnât fit in. Not in this life.
You met when he wasnât yet the person he is now. When he was still passionate about so many other things other than just racing. Of course this had always been a part of him, but so were you. And now its just racing that occupied his mind, no single corner in his head left for his girlfriend. He knew it hurt you, but at the same time, part of what the media had to say about you was true. The first season he had spent with you by his side, the internet was already raging about how you werenât the typical WAG, and how they thought seeing you next to someone like a Kelly Piquet, you did seem a little weird. Lando didnât want to be confronted with these opinions anymore, so instead of standing up for you, he decided to âhideâ you. To not put you in the center of attention after a race to hug and kiss you, to just let you stand there and wait until you were inside where no one could see you. He also avoided reading anything the internet had to say about you, so the fact that his plan had only made you gain more and more hate, went unnoticed. Just like your complaints when he didnât want to be seen with you after races at parties or even in a restaurant for dinner with Charles and Alexandra. Of course they had invited the both of you, and not only him. Lando came up with an excuse so he the paparazzi wouldnât see you. The rumor that Lando and you have broken up after he was seen at dinner alone didnât seem to bother him either, but it did you. He thought you liked it this way, as he thought, without any hate comments about your looks or the way youâd dress compared to the others. He thought you appreciated not having to dress up for parties or the countless hangouts with his friends. He thought you cried that night after he was out for dinner because you cooked for him and he just went out, not that you cried because you felt not good enough for him to want you to come with him.
He really was stupid enough to think you were happy with all of this.
And while he was happy to be able to finally spend his summer break with you and only you, it all came crashing down when you were back in your shared apartment. Tears were forming in his eyes while yours were already streaming down your face as you yelled at him, telling him every yet so small detail that left your heart crushed and broken while he was busy âhiding youâ, or as he explained it to you, âprotecting you.â this wasnât protection, this was blatant ignorance. And finally in this relationship, you did something for yourself. You left.
Maybe it was miscommunication, or him refusing to communicate at all. But that didnât matter now, âcause now, it was over. No more kisses, no more cuddles and no more meeting friends or families. But most importantly, no more crying, no more sleepless nights, no more unappreciated support, no more hiding.
â I waited and waited â
Finally at home, your family had expected to see you with Lando by your side, and they were so very excited to finally be able to meet the guy their lovely daughter was head over heels for, using every chance she had to gush over him and how unbelievably proud she was of him. So when you stood there with puffy eyes and all your luggage placed next to you, they knew the tears you cried werenât happy tears from finally behind home again. They were tears from saying goodbye to the life you were ready to spend with your boyfriend, who was now on the other side of the world.
You knew it was stupid, but you couldnât help waiting for him to reach out to you again. A call or a message, hell, you hoped he was as miserable without you as you were without him so that maybe Max or even Oscar had to contact you again. Despite all the times he had hurt you, you missed him so dearly.
But after months and months of waiting, you decided that there was no use in waiting. Itâs over, and its for the better, it has to be.
It was gonna be hard seeing him again, once the summer break is over. Even if the love between Lando and you ended, your love for Formula 1 didnât, and you werenât about to give that up just for the sake of not having to see him. Youâd be in the stands or in front of the TV, heâd be in his car or in front of the camera. No point in worrying. But still, the first few races, you watched curled up next to your best friend and your parents from home. It was so nice to finally be able to see everyone again, everyone you had to miss all these months you were away. Your dad and you used to always watch races together, and you were more than grateful to finally be able to do exactly that again.
â Man am I the greatest? God, I hate it, all my love and patience â Unappreciated. You said your heart was jaded, you couldnât even break it, I shouldnât have to say it ⊠â
His instagram and twitter definitely make it seem like your broken heart doesnât match his perfectly fine one. He seemed happier than ever, having fun with his friends at parties and driving around different towns with different girls. Seeing him was draining, but how were you supposed to never hear about him again when the entire internet was screaming his name? You wanted your life to finally feel easier now, but it seemed to only get harder.
You felt you lost your soulmate, while he only lost his greatest burden.
It wasnât until you watched the first race after the summer break with your dad that it all came flooding back to you. Lando crossed the finish line first, and as the camera switched to show him get out of his car and rip off his helmet to kiss his new girlfriend that looked weirdly similar to you, surrounded by loud cheers, clapping and ecstatic, smiling faces, you realize that maybe, he really didnât love you. And that he didnât *want* to kiss you after his races, because it seems that if he had wanted to, he wouldâve.
At the same time, even while standing on the highest step of that podium, Lando couldnât help but think about you, how stupid he was to treat you like a piece of shit when all you wanted was to be there for him after races like this one and most importantly, why the hell no girl heâs been with after your breakup felt even remotely close to you. You were the greatest thing heâd ever had, no trophy, no price would ever compare, and he managed to take it all for granted.
If he had just put in a little more effort, really, you couldâve been the greatest .
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers
Synopsis: you and Peter are in the same friend group but never got along. That doesnât keep him from making sure you never get cold
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âGuys, why is it so damn cold in here?â You groaned and rubbed your arms up and down. The thought of sitting in your lecture class for the next hour with your professor with the dullest voice imaginable somehow made you even colder.
âI told you to layer up.â MJ shrugged. âBut you never want to listen during layer talk. You know this guy always cracks the AC.â
âI always listen during layer talk.â Ned mumbled and threw his scarf over his shoulder.
You looked at your professor in the front of the room and then up at the vent above you.
âWhy though? Itâs the middle of December. My arm hairs should not be standing up.â You said and held your arm up for MJ to see.
âMaybe you should wear a jacket.â Peter interjected, making you all look at him.
âWhat was that?â You asked him. Ned signaled for him to stop talking but Peter had a point to make.
âI was just saying. You know this professor always has the AC on. But you always come to class in thin shirts and then complain that youâre cold.â Peter said. You sat up in your chair so you could fully face Peter and narrowed your eyes at him.
âSo?â
âSo,â he mimicked your tone, âYou know its going to be cold in here. But you still never wear a jacket. Maybe you should put one on next time so you wonât have this problem.â
âAnd maybe you should mind your business. I wasnât even talking to you.â You grumbled and slumped down in your chair. Peter watched you rubbing your arms to keep warm and rolled his eyes a little.
âYou were talking to the group.â Peter pointed out. âIâm in the group. So it was my business.â
âNo, I was talking to MJ.â You stated as your annoyance for him grew.
âYou said âguys, why is it so damn cold in here?â. That implies you were asking all of us.â Peter corrected. Ned and MJ exchanged a look as you glared at Peter.
âOkay, but I didnât say âPeter, Iâm really cold. Please give me your professional opinion on how to prevent thatâ. I was just making an observation.â
âBut thatâs not really an observation though, is it?â Peter asked. âItâs a declarative statement. We were in Linguistics together. Iâm surprised you donât remember that.â
âOh my God.â You groaned. âWhy do you have to be such a know it all?â
âI donât know. Why do you insist on wearing the flimsiest shirts to class and then complaining that youâre cold?â Peter retorted.
âThereâs about to be an active threat in this classroom.â You mumbled under your breath.
âWhat do you mean?â Ned asked you.
âI mean Iâm about to beat Peter up.â You told him.
âKnock it off you two.â MJ warned. âCan you guys go one day without going at each other?â
âTell Peter that. He started it.â You reminded her.
âI donât care. I donât want any bickering at my party tonight.â She said. âIt canât be like Friendsgiving. Because that was giving enemies instead of friends.â
âIf you donât want any fighting then youâll have to uninvite Peter.â You told her.
âI canât. Heâs the only one with an ID. We need him for the alcohol.â MJ replied.
âIâm right here.â Peter pointed out
âUnfortunately.â You mumbled.
âSpeaking of alcohol, I canât go with him to get it.â Ned cut in. âMy Lola has a sixth sense for this kind of thing. If I even look at a bottle of alcohol, sheâll know about it and strike me dead.â
âThen youâre going to have to go with him. Iâll be busy setting up.â MJ told you.
âWhat?â You whined. âI donât want to go with him. Why canât he go alone?â
âAgain, right here.â Peter stated and waved his hand.
âBecause of the Buddy System.â MJ answered. âRemember when we sent Ned alone to the bodega to get Sun Chips? He almost got kidnapped.â
âThe only reason the man didnât take me was because he thought my choice of chips was disgusting.â Ned whispered.
âThatâs valid.â You shrugged. âI wouldnât kidnap you either.â
âCan you guys just go together this once? For me? For little mixed drink loving old me?â MJ pleaded and held your hand to her heart.
âFine.â You sighed and rubbed your hands up and down your arms. Peter watched you doing this and then looked up at the vent above you.
âDonât act so excited about it.â Peter mumbled to you.
âIâm not.â You scoffed and gave him a look.
âI was being sarcastic.â
âSo was I.â You said as Peter got up out of his seat.
âWhere are you going?â You asked him.
âTo pee. Is that allowed?â He sassed you.
âGo piss girl.â Ned called after Peter as he walked down the steps of the lecture room, earning many stares from other classmates.
âNed, no.â MJ whispered. âThatâs not relevant anymore.â
âOh shit. Um, mama a hawk tuah diva behind you?â Ned asked to try and fix his mistake.
âJust stop while youâre ahead.â MJ replied with a pat on his knee. She then turned to you with a devious smile.
âPeter totally likes you.â She whispered.
âWhat?â You laughed. âNo he doesnât. Weâre barely even friends. I only tolerate him since heâs friends with Ned. And I mess with Ned heavy.â
Just then, Peter came back from the bathroom and stopped at the professors desk. You watched them curiously but you couldnât hear what they were saying. When Peter walked away from the desk, your professor went over to the thermostat and turned the AC off. You felt the vent above you stop spewing cold air just as Peter came back to where you were all sitting. He didnât look at you but his cheeks were pink as he sat down. MJ and Ned hadnât noticed what happened so you leaned over to him to whisper.
âWhy did you do that?â You asked him.
âYou said you were cold.â He shrugged, still without looking at you.
âSo? Why do you care if Iâm cold?â
âI donât. I was cold too. Not everythingâs about you.â He said quickly. You decided to drop it but you found the interaction strange.
Later that day, you and Peter kept a distance between you as you walked towards the nearest corner store. You had your arms folded to keep your hands warm and Peter was fighting the urge to comment on your lack of preparation for the cold.
âDo you have the list?â You asked Peter as you neared the store.
âI do. But it just says âalcoholâ so weâre going in blind.â He answered. You couldnât help but laugh at MJâs lack of instructions as you rubbed your arms up and down. Peter noticed this and was about to offer his jacket when you reached the store. Instead, he held the door for you and you smiled in surprise.
âThanks. Letâs just get what we need and get out of here.â You said, feeling awkward now as you walked past him into the store. You were never really alone with him so you werenât expecting him to be so civil. You split up and went down each isle to collect a few token party items. As you browsed, you kept feeling Peterâs eyes on you but you never looked up to check.
âThey donât have MJâs favorite vodka here. Sheâs gonna kill us if we donât come back with it.â Peter came up to you to tell you.
âDamn. We could try the store two blocks down. They usually have it.â
âAll right. Letâs go.â Peter said and nodded towards the door. As you started to walk to the next store, the frigid New York air hit you and sent a chill through your entire body. You shuddered and blew hot air on your hands before holding your arms to keep warm.
âAre you cold?â Peter asked you.
âOf course Iâm cold. Itâs brick out here.â
âHow come you never wear a jacket if youâre always cold?â He asked. He didnât sound accusatory, just curious.
âBecause I thought we were just running to the store by the dorms. I didnât think Iâd need one.â You replied. Peter fought every instinct in his body that told him to stay silent and unzipped his jacket.
âTake mine.â He offered and held it out to you.
âWhat?â You laughed in surprise. âNo way.â
âCome on. Donât be stubborn. Youâre freezing. Just take it.â
âIâm not taking your jacket. Iâm fine.â You insisted and continued to shiver.
âJust take the damn jacket.â He sighed and put it over your shoulders. You wanted to be stubborn, but you more so wanted to be warm. You gave him a look and slipped your arms into his jacket. You instantly felt better and smiled a little at your new protection from the cold. Peters jacket hung a little big on you but kept you perfectly warm.
âThank you.â You said timidly. âBut arenât you cold?â
âNah.â He waved his hand. âI run hot.â
You had reached the next store by that point and he opened the door for you once again. You flashed him a quick smile and went inside to get the drinks for MJ. You found it quickly and joined him at the cash register.
You hugged Peterâs jacket tightly around you as you walked back to the dorms together. He felt better now that he wasnât watching you freeze to death and you felt better now that you were safe from the bitter wind. You dropped Peter off at the boys dorm before going back to yours and MJs room. As soon as you walked in, you were hit with a familiar scent that made you suspicious. You looked around the dorm until you found what you were looking for.
âOh, hey. Youâre back.â MJ smiled when she found you.
âWhatâs this?â You asked and pointed to the mistletoe taped to the ceiling of the kitchen.
âNothing.â MJ said quickly. âItâs basil.â
âYou have basil taped to the ceiling?â You asked skeptically.
âIâm Italian.â She shrugged.
âNo youâre not. Iâve eaten pasta youâve made. It was like chewing a pen cap. Thereâs no Italian in that blood.â
âYou got me. Itâs mistletoe.â She admitted. âArranged beautifully due to my floral arrangement class, may I add. I hung it incase you wanted to kiss any boys tonight.â
âI knew it. Youâre still trying to set me up with Peter. Itâs never going to work so give up now. Now matter how much basil you hang up.â You said and snatched the mistletoe down.
âYou fight it but my lesbian instincts tell me that you guys are meant to be.â MJ said and held her hands up in defense. âAnd you better hang that back up because that was my only bushel of mistletoe.â
âThe same lesbian instincts that made us get on that bus to Long Island? I can never un-go to Long Island, MJ. You did that to us.â
âIt was dark. All the buses looked the same.â She defended herself. âBut trust. My instincts are right about this one.â
âTheyâre not.â You stated. âI donât like Peter like that. I donât even like him as a friend.â
âOkay. Sure. I believe you. Nice jacket, by the way.â She smirked before walking away. You looked down and remembered you were wearing Peterâs beat up winter jacket. You quickly followed her into the kitchen area to continue the conversation.
âThat doesnât mean anything. I was cold.â
âYeah. I bet he was too. Especially after he gave you his jacket.â She said smugly.
âHe said he runs hot.â You insisted.
âYeah. Hot for you. Ayo.â She grinned and held up her hand for a high five.
âThatâs not getting a high five.â You said flatly. âThere better not be any more surprises. Donât try to intervene tonight, okay? Peter and I would never work.â
âI thought you said you and Peter would never happen. Now youâre saying it just wouldnât work? Sounds like someoneâs having a change of heart.â MJ clicked her tongue as she finished setting up for the party.
You rolled your eyes at her and didnât respond as you helped her put out snacks. While setting a bowl of chips out on the table, you caught a whiff of Peterâs cologne coming off the jacket. You instinctively smiled at the scent before you caught yourself. You had never thought about it before, but now that MJ put the idea in your head, you couldnât help but wonder if there was a deeper reason that you and Peter never got along.
An hour later, the party was in full swing. You made your rounds and greeted people as you filled their cups up some more. You would never admit it, but you were a little disappointed to not see Peter in the crowd yet. MJ noticed you searching the room every so often and took a place by your side.
âLooking for Peter?â She asked with a smug expression.
âWhat? No. Like I care if that doink shows up. Iâm looking for Ned. Heâs supposed to bring theâŠ. Sun Chips.â You lied to cover up what you were really doing.
âRight, right. Of course. And how do you feel about Sun Chips?â She asked sarcastically.
âI need some air.â You said quickly and walked away from her. To get away from the crowd, you went out to your room and crawled out the window to sit on the roof. You hugged Peterâs jacket tightly around yourself and stared up at the night sky. The sound of the party coming through your open window sounded a million miles away. You drew your knees to your chest and rested your chin on them as the cold wind sent a chill through your body.
âHey.â You heard behind you, making you turn around. You saw Peter coming through your bedroom window and come join you on the roof. You got a new feeling in your chest as he sat beside you.
âHey.â You smiled softly at him. He returned the smile before an awkward silence settled between the two of you. You didnât know how to interact after he was nice to you on your trip to the store.
âThanks for walking through my bedroom with your dirty converse on.â You said to break the silence.
âLike my shoes were the dirtiest thing in that room. Iâm pretty sure I saw a rat eating your homework.â He mumbled. You stared at each other as you both tried to read the situation. You were bickering like usual, but there was a playful sense to it this time.
âThatâs just our third roommate, dummy.â You replied, adding to the teasing nature of the conversation.
âAh, I see.â Peter chuckled before looking down shyly. The awkward silence returned but you found yourself hoping he didnât leave.
âHow come youâre out here? Youâre not having fun?â He asked after a beat.
âIt got a little overwhelming in there. I needed some alone time.â
âOh, I could go.â He offered and went to stand up.
âYou could stay.â You said and stopped him from getting up by placing your hand over his. You watched Peter turn bright red so you quickly withdrew your hand. It was quiet again and you both looked anywhere but each other.
âHow come youâre not in there with Ned and all them? Didnât you just get here?â You asked to break the silence.
âOh, yeah. Ned and I just got here. But I walked by your room and I saw the window open. I was going to close it until I saw you out here.â He answered a little too quickly.
âWhy were you by my room? The party is in the kitchen area.â You wondered. Peter was flushed again and a smile tugged at your lips.
âWere you looking for me?â You asked in a quiet voice. Before Peter could deny the allegations, a gust of wind hit the two of you. You shivered and rubbed your hands together to stay warm.
âWhatâs wrong?â Peter asked you.
âYou know whatâs wrong.â You said with a slight roll of your eyes. Instead of pointing out that you were purposefully outside on the chilly roof, Peter took both your hands in his. You watched him curiously as he rubbed his hands up and down yours to generate heat. It occurred to you both at the exact same time that this was the first time youâd ever touched. You locked eyes with him and thought heâd let go, but he instead leaned down to blow some hot air on your hands to warm you up.
âThanks.â You said softly. âThat feels better.â
âYouâre welcome.â He said in just as timid of a voice. The awkwardness returned and you turned away from each other to avoid it.
âIâm sorry about before. In class, I mean. It was none of my business. You can wear whatever you want.â Peter said after a minute.
âItâs fine.â You waved your hand. âMaybe you kinda sorta possibly had a point. I knew it would be cold. I shouldâve worn a jacket. Besides, we always go at each other like that. Donât be sorry.â
âYouâre right. We do always fight.â He agreed. âDo you ever wonder why?â
âOh, um. I donât know.â You shrugged. âI assumed thatâs just how we are.â
âYeah, it is.â He nodded. âBut how did it start? Did we just meet one day and decide we hated each other? I was trying to think about it the other day but I couldnât remember.â
âWell, I remember MJ telling me she made a friend in her floral arrangement class. Which I told her not to take, by the way.â
âI told Ned the same thing.â Peter sighed. âI said it was a waste of time and credits. He didnât listen. But he did make me a beautiful bouquet for my birthday.â
âMJ failed so she got me a gift card to Staples.â You replied, making Peter laugh.
âWhy Staples?â
âI donât know. Iâm pretty sure she found it on the ground.â
âDid you ever use it?â He asked.
âI did. And guess what I got.â
âStaples?â
âYep.â You nodded, making him laugh again. You never realized it before, but Peter had the kind of laugh that made you want to say the most random things just to hear it again. His eyes crinkled when he laughed or smiled, another thing you hadnât noticed before.
âI remember Ned introducing me to MJ, and then MJ introduced me to you. But I donât remember how our dynamic started and why we fight all the time.â
âHm.â You hummed. âItâs funny.â
âWhat is?â He wondered.
âThe one time weâre alone together is the one time weâre not fighting.â You pointed out.
âYouâre right.â He smiled shyly. âFunny.â
The silence that followed wasnât awkward this time. You felt like you were talking to a completely different person than who Peter usually was. This version of Peter didnât get under your skin or make you roll your eyes. This version was sweet and warmed you up from the cold.
âYou kept my jacket.â Peter pointed out, making you flush in embarrassment.
âOh, you can have it back.â You said and went to take it off.
âNo, no. Itâs okay. I want you to keep it.â He insisted and pulled it back around you. For extra measure, he zipped it up to your chin before patted both your arms. You smiled at the action and tilted your head down so the jacket would cover your chin.
âIt looks better on you anyway.â He added without looking at you. You picked your head up and looked at him but he was busy fussing with the her of his shirt.
âThanks. Itâs really warm.â You said in a soft voice.
âGood. You need it. Youâre always cold. And never prepared.â
âWe canât all be hot.â You replied. âRun hot, I mean.â
âDid you just call me hot?â Peter asked with a devious smile.
âShut up.â You groaned. âYou know what I meant.â
âI wish I had your problems. My hands are always sweating because Iâm always so hot.â Peter said as he looked at his hands.
âGross.â You grimaced. âKeep that to yourself.â
Peter looked sad as he didnât realize you were joking. You found yourself feeling bad that you hurt his feelings despite all the times you intentionally tried to hurt them.
âI was just kidding. Let me feel.â You quickly assured him and took his hand. You ran your fingertips along his palm to see what he was talking about while Peter stayed perfectly still. You let out a soft laugh which sent chills up Peterâs spine.
âWhat do you think?â He asked in a quiet voice.
âItâs like touching a Swedish fish thatâs been in a toddlers hand for too long.â You replied, making him laugh as well.
âThank you. That was a really lovely description.â
âSeriously, how do you walk around with these things? Do girls ever complain when you hold hands?â You wondered as you slipped your hand into his. He instinctively rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand as the comfortable silence returned. You stayed like that for a moment, holding each others hand on the cold rooftop. The only warmth Peter had was from your hand so he wasnât letting go anytime soon.
âAha! Holding hands!â MJ suddenly exclaimed from behind you. And was standing in your room and pouting at you through your open window. You turned around and quickly dropped Peterâs hand.
âWhat? No weâre not.â You scoffed and stood up. Peter felt an overwhelming wave of disappointment wash over him as you left the roof to follow MJ. It hurt him that you were so quick to drop his hand and deny what was happening, and even quicker to leave him.
âLesbian instincts.â MJ said as she tapped the side of her head.
âShut up. We werenât holding hands.â You insisted as you led her back towards the party.
âI may be a little drunk right now but I know what I saw.â She stated. âAnd you canât deny something I saw with my own two eyes.â
âWhat did she see?â Ned asked as he came to your side.
âNothing.â You said quickly. âShe didnât see anything.â
âNothing except her and Peter practically having full on intercourse out on the roof.â MJ replied, making Ned gasp.
âOh my God.â You groaned. âWe were not doing that. We were just holding hands.â
âSo you admit it!â She clapped her hands at the confession and nearly fell over.
âGirl, how are you so drunk already?â You asked her. âThe party only started an hour ago.â
âNot the point.â MJ held up a hand. âWhy were you and Peter holding hands? I thought you hated each other?â
âPeter doesnât hate her.â Ned laughed like it was ridiculous. You were about to question what made him sound so sure when you realized you had left Peter out on the roof. You left MJ and Ned behind and quickly ran back to your room. The window was shut but Peter was nowhere to be found. Guilt building up in your stomach now, you went back out to the party and searched the crowd for him. When you didnât see him anywhere, you went back to the kitchen to find Ned.
âDid Peter come in here? I canât find him.â You asked him.
âYou just missed him.â Ned answered. âHe said he wasnât feeling well so we wasnât going to head back to our dorm.â
âHe left?â You asked sadly. You looked at your front door before looking at MJ for help. She tapped the side of your head again and you knew what you had to do.
You ran out to the hall but didnât see Peter anywhere. The hum of the elevator gave you an idea where he might be. You got to the elevator just in time to see the doors closing. Without thinking, you wedged yourself in between them to get them to open back up. They bounced off either side of your body but opened up enough for you to get inside. Peter caught you as you stumbled in and helped you stand up straight.
âOh my God. Are you okay?â He asked as you held your aching body.
âI think I just went down a cup size.â You wheezed out.
âWhy didnât you just tell me to hold the door?â Peter asked through a laugh.
âThere was no time.â You waved your hand. âI had to talk to you. Youâre leaving?â
âOh, yeah. Iâm not much for parties.â He lied.
âNeither am I.â You told him as you stared into his eyes. He stared back and you could see a sadness in them that you knew was probably your fault.
âBefore you go, I just wanted to apologize for before. I shouldnât have run out on you like that.â
âItâs okay.â He shrugged. âWe did look pretty incriminating.â
âWe did.â You agreed. âAnd MJ was thrilled to see it. She has this dumb idea that we only pretend to hate each other to cover up the fact that we like each other.â
âShe thinks that? Wow. Thatâs quite a theory.â Peter said as a blush painted his face a warm pink.
âRight? I donât know where she gets it.â You shook your head and slid down the wall of the elevator. Peter decided to see the situation out and sat down beside you. Neither of you had pressed any buttons so the elevator stayed in place.
âNed has a similar theory, actually.â Peter told you. âHe thinks Iâm totally in love with you and I donât know how to express it outside of teasing you or making sure youâre warm.â
The silence that followed Peterâs statement was almost more incriminating than the hand holding. In your head, you replayed every time he had done something to keep you warm. Just the week before, Peter had wordlessly dropped a blanket beside you during a movie night at his dorm. Another time, he insisted you drank the tea he brought to class because he decided he didnât like it anymore but didnât want it to go to waste.
âAlso quite a theory.â You said to break the silence. âBut wait, if you run hot, how come your dorm has been perfectly toasty everytime MJ and I came over this winter?â
âItâs not usually like that.â He admitted. âBut I take out the space heater when you and MJ come over because I know you get cold easily.â
âOh. Well thank you.â
âFor the teasing?â
âFor keeping me warm.â You corrected. Peter flushed again and looked down at his lap.
âItâs all right. Winter will be over in a month. You wonât need me to keep you warm anymore. Then weâll go back to being enemies.â He said without looking at you. You could hear a sadness in his voice and moved a little closer to him.
âYouâre not my enemy. I just never really liked you.â You admitted.
âYeah. I had a feeling. But how come?â He asked with genuine curiosity.
âWell, because I got the feeling that you never really like me either.â You shrugged. âOnce our friend groups merged, you and I were just kinda there. We never really gelled like Ned and I or you and MJ.â
âYeah, we didnât.â He agreed. âThe only times we would talk to each other is when we were fighting or something. Thatâs the only reason I kept teasing you.â
âBecause you wanted to talk to me?â You smiled teasingly. Peter didnât smile back and just stared into your eyes.
âI didnât know how to talk to you.â He said quietly. âI never wanted us to fight. But if we didnât, then we would never talk. And I really, really wanted to talk to you.â
The way you had felt about Peter just that morning had completely changed for the better. You were now hanging on his every word and desperate to hear what he had to say next. You turned a little to face him better and tilted your head to the side.
âWhat did you want to say?â You asked him. Peterâs eyes darted around your face and eventually landed on your lips.
âThat I think youâre really cool. And really pretty. And really smart. Even though you never wear a-â
âDonât say it.â You cut him off by leaning in the rest of the way and kissing him. Peter turned his body so that he could slip a hand in your hair to kiss you back. He took the chill right out of your bones as he kissed you as if heâd been waiting his entire like to do so. You pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and kissed him until you ran out of breath. He had a dreamy smile on his face when you pulled away. You smiled shyly and sat back down on the elevator floor. Peter started to sniff the air suddenly and looked around.
âDo you smell basil?â He asked. Your smile dropped and you looked up to find the source of the smell. Sure enough, taped to the ceiling of the elevator was a makeshift mistletoe MJ had crafted out of basil and ribbon.
âFreaking lesbian instincts.â You muttered and stood up to snatch the basil down.
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so frenemy!lando sent me into a huge headcannon au spiral and now i have 12 diff aus (for both drivers and reader) for lando, oscar and max-
I NEED TO SEEEEE
frenemies to lovers is one of my fave tropes ngl because the tension???? I just LOOVVEEEE it