#I want my babies on the podium and finally a great race for both of them!!

[twinkodium]

UHHHH UPGRADES FOR SINGAPORE LETS GOOOO

#Andrea Stella just confirmed it #omg it has to be a great one you guys #I want my babies on the podium and finally a great race for both of them!! #f1 #oscar Piastri #Lando norris #my papaya boys 🥹🧡 #twinklaren #mctwinks #Landoscar

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Victory Tastes Damn Good - Carlos Sainz

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warnings - smut, under 18s dni

"Come on Carlos, come on," you muttered, feeling sick with nerves that you thought you might throw up. It was the final lap of the Singapore Grand Prix, and Lando was doing a great job as he backed up the final of the two Mercedes.

You couldn't help but close your eyes as they hurtled down the homestraight, unable to watch just in case it went wrong. But, the angels were looking down on you and granted your wishes, as you heard through your headphones, "Carlos Sainz has won the Singapore Grand Prix!" 

The team were screaming and jumping for joy, and you couldn't help it as tears escaped your eyes and down onto your cheeks. Even more tears flowed as you sang along with Carlos and his engineer, in celebration of the smoothest of operations. 

You rushed out to parc ferme, but couldn't get anywhere near the front due to the masses of Ferrari personel that were out there. You didn't even care though, as you got to watch Carlos get out of the car, finally victorious. He had been close in Monza, but that didn't matter. 

You may not have been able to see his face, but the pure joy that radiated from him could be felt from the distance you were at. While everyone was occupied at parc ferme, you headed straight to the podium.

Seeing him stood up there was magic. There was no easy way to describe how you felt, but it was like drowning in a sea of golden delight, and you didn't know whether to open your eyes or let it take you away.

It was like you were in a dream, and a part of you was terrified that you were going to wake up. You just couldn't tear your eyes away from him. You thought he was going to fizzle away, and the Spanish anthem would turn Dutch, and Carlos would turn blonde. 

But, it didn't happen. The anthem finished, and the Scuderia finally got to hear the grace of the Italian anthem. Carlos simply couldn't wipe the grin off his face, and you didn't want him to. It was the embodiment of everything he had worked so hard to achieve, and his brilliantly clever and down right genius racing had brought him to where he deserved to be.

At the top.

Watching him hoist his trophy high wa bliss, and it was like a King in front of his people as the whole of the Tifosi beneath him cheered and screamed. As the champagne flowed, Carlos and Lando showed everyone just how precious Carlando was, and you adored the friendship they had. 

Just as you had managed to stop crying, you finally got to see Carlos properly, and he had finally found you. He was looking for you, but was too caught up in the moment to properly search. You didn't know what to say as you looked at him.

He was stood right in front of you, and you couldn't muster a single world. "I just-" you fumbled, putting both of your hands on his face and squishing his cheeks lightly, trying to check if he was actually real. 

"You just fucking won, Carlos!" you squealed, violently shaking him by his shoulders, before yanking him into your arms. "Did I? Huh, I was wondering where the trophy and champagne came from," he deeply chuckled in your ear. 

"I think someone slipped something in my drink this isn't normal," you laughed, ruffling his hair slightly. "It's called being extremely fucking happy, baby, I feel it too," he said, kissing you as he picked you up and twirled you around. 

"We are getting so fucked up tonight," you beamed, itching to get celebrating as wildly and extravagantly as you wanted. "Well, you might be," he cheekily smirked, winking at you. 

"Wasn't what I was talking about, but since you've done so spectacularly, I'll consider it," you smirked, spotting the mischievous glint in his eyes. "I doubt you'll be having to do much considering," he whispered in your ear, backing you up and pinning you against the wall of the motorhome with his body. 

"I think I deserve it, don't you?" he lowly asked, his breath tickling your ear. 

"Oh you do, but you'll have to wait," you mused, knowing that you had absolutely no control in this moment, but you knew he liked it when you thought you had the upper hand. "Winners don't wait, baby," he coyly grinned, leaning impossibly closer to you and peppering a few light kisses down your neck.

"This one is going to have to, this isn't the right place," you said, gently pushing him away with a tap on the shoulder. "And why is that?" He asked, gazing down at you as he still pressed you against the wall. "You know why,"

"Maybe I do, but I want to hear you say it," he leered, knowing the exact reason why you didn't want to do anything with him right here, right now. "Because I'd have to be quiet," you muttered. "And why would that be such a challenge, my love?" he teased, tucking a lock of loose hair behind your ear.

"I don't think I'll be able to refrain from telling you just how brilliant you are. At racing, and other things," you giggled, snaking your arms around his neck. Judging by his reaction, you knew you had told him exactly what he wanted to hear. 

"Well, I guess that would be an added bonus to finding somewhere away from here," he winked, stepping away from you when footfalls approached you. "Carlos, race debrief in five," Charles said, practically stomping past.

"Alright, thanks," he nodded, waiting for Charles to round the corner at the end of the corridor. As soon as he was out of sight, Carlos lunged forward and captured your lips with his. His hands found their place on your waist, one of them slowly trailing down your body.

"Hey, patience," you said, tugging his hand away by his wrist. 

"Sorry, I just can't keep my hands off you," he said, forcing himself to walk away, because if he got his hands on you again, he wouldn't be able to get them off. As he backed away, he shot a wink towards you with a smug grin, "I'll see you later, baby,"

"I'll see you later, Carlos," you smiled, leaning back against the wall and giving yourself a minute to catch your breath. Carlos made you feel like a rowdy teenager all over again, and he never failed to surprise you with his antics. 

You were in for one hell of a night. You thought back to when he won in Silverstone last year and what happened after that, and there was no doubt in your mind that tonight was not going to be any different. 

You didn't really know where to go to wait for Carlos, so you just sat on the couch of the motor home, posted pictures of him on every social media platform known to man and tried to wipe the huge, goofy smile off your face.

There was pride still bubbling in your chest, and it was a tingle that you never wanted to shake off. You checked the time, seeing that they had been in the team debrief for about fifty minutes. It had been a while, and you wanted to stretch your legs.

The general public had gone, leaving the track staff and team workers in at the track. It left you to wander around the paddock freely, without reporters fishing for a quick headline, or people constantly surrounding you as you shuffled through, shoulder to shoulder.

You could walk past the motorhomes, as the lights lit up the path, the air feeling warm on your skin. You smiled at the few people that walked by, none of them stopping you on your travels around the paddock. 

Most of the teams and people were in their motorhomes, still going through their debriefs. After some time, you saw a stream of papaya walking out of the doors, and you figured there would soon be a river of scarlet to follow. 

"Hey Lando, great job out there, you smashed it," you smiled as the curly haired boy passed by, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Thanks, it was a great race," he nodded, "Hey, you free tonight? You look great," he smirked. 

"Don't let Carlos hear you ask that," you laughed, used to Lando constantly flirting with you. He had done it ever since you had met him, and Carlos knew it. "He's fine with it, he knows a pretty lady like you gets plenty of attention," he charmed.

"Are we talking about the same Carlos?" you raised an eyebrow at him, knowing how possessive Carlos could be at times. He liked to have you all to himself, and you wouldn't have it any other way.  "Why only have first place when you can have second too?" he continued, leaning against the wall behind him. "It's happened before, it can happen again," he said.

"OK Lando, I'm going to go and see if Carlos is ready now," you side-eyed him, brushing off his comment as a joke and hoping it was nothing more. 

Lando just chuckled at you, waving you away as you walked. More teams were filtering out of their motorhomes for the night as you strolled down the path, no sign of anything red. Just as you reached the outside of the Ferrari motorhome, a hand was held over your mouth as another hand positioned itself on your stomach, tugging you back.

You went to scream, but the hand muffled the sounds. You tried to kick away, hoping to catch the attention of a passerby. "Baby, don't struggle, it's just me," a voice whispered in your ear, and your struggling muscles instantly relaxed.

"The hell are you playing at?" you whisper shouted, spinning around to face him. He still had his race suit on, and his skin was still sticky from the champagne.

"I just needed to see you, needed to touch you," he murmured, pulling you as close as he could. "Wait until we get back, we've been over this," you sighed, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands roaming your figure.

"But I need you now, baby," he spat, pinning you against the wall in one swift movement. "Everyone will hear and anyone who walks past will see," you told him.

"As soon as the last few guys from ours leave, we're the only ones left," he explained to you.

"There are security cameras everywhere, Carlos," you told him, your eyes darting around the space surrounding you, checking for any sign of surveillance. "Nothing can see here, I checked," he smirked.

One of Carlos' hands braced on your waist, the other trailing over your hip bones. "Fuck it," you mumbled, pulling him in by his neck and passionately kissing him. "That's my girl," he breathed against your lips.

You realised that people had stopped wandering out of the track, and you poked your head around the corner to see if there was anyone there. Much to your delight, the path past all of the motorhomes and across the paddock was like a ghost town. 

Most of the lights around the circuit flicked off as the final staff left for the night, leaving you alone at the track. There was a rush of excitement surging through you, curious to do whatever it was that Carlos was so hell bent on doing out in the open, where anyone could potentially see.

No more words were exchanged as you nodded at him to give him the all clear, to give him permission for whatever he was wanting to do. He hungrily took your lips with his, not even giving you the chance to breathe.

It felt like you were in a stormy sea, only able to capture a small gasp of air every now and then, but the burn that lingered in your lungs was like cold air on a winters' day.

Carlos' hands slithered up the sides of your thighs, sneaking under the material of your dress. His touch left tingles in their wake as his fingers brushed the skin on your hips.

"Can I?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the thin side of your underwear. "Of course," you nodded, pulling at his neck to bring him back into a kiss. Once you had stepped out of the lace, it was kicked to the side and discarded.

His lips moved across your jaw and delicately down your neck, across your shoulder. "Unfortunately for the both of us, we need to keep this on, just in case anyone decides to ruin our fun," he smirked against your skin, tugging at the material at the waist of your dress, "I don't want anyone else seeing you the way I get to,"

Normally you'd be alarmed at the prospect of someone seeing, or catching you in the act, but you were too caught up in it to care. Too fuelled with desire to be bothered. Too needy for him to think.

His lips still roamed slowly down, his hand sneaking back under the skirt of your dress and dangerously close to you. His fingers teased the skin of your upper thighs, and the temptation to push yourself closer to him was nearly unbearable.

But then, a thought struck you. "Hey, tonight is about you, allow me, I think you deserve a reward, no?" you breathed, pulling his face within a centimetre of yours by grabbing his chin. Your other hand snaked down his chest, all the way down to where his race suit was rolled down.

Carlos grabbed your wrist, pinning it against the wall. "If it's about me, then it's about you too. Getting to see you squirm for me, getting to hear how much you need me is the best reward you could give me," he smugly grinned, sinking to his knees in front of you.

His lips placed feather light kisses up the insides of your thighs, flitting from one to the other. "Fucking hell," he groaned, seeing the effect he had on you. "It's that easy, huh?" he teased, still kissing the insides of your thighs. "You're just too good," you lightly chucked, a hint of desperation in your voice.

"Say it again, it sounded good," he told you as he pushed your knees further apart. 

"You are so fucking brilliant, I don't even- Fuck," you breathed out as he teased you with his tongue. He slowly circled your clit as you pushed your hips into him.

"Tell me baby, tell me how much you want me," he told you, lightly running his tongue over you. "I need you, Carlos, I don't think I can wait," you pleaded, and it was music to his ears. It was the fuel that kept him going.

Without further hesitation, he started lapping and sucking at all the right places. Those special spots that he had mapped out in his mind. You both held the dangerous assumption that there was not a single soul around that could hear or see what you were doing.

"Am I doing a good job?" he asked, not ceasing with his movements. With his every action, the fizz in your lower abdomen became closer and closer to bubbling over. "Fuck yes you are, please don't stop," you mewled, tangling your hand in his hair, pulling at his dark locks. 

You couldn't help but buck your hips towards him, desperate for more. Carlos let out a low chuckle, "So I'm that good, huh?" he teased, adoring the way you tugged gently at the strands of his hair. "You're a winner for a reason," you said, your back arching off of the wall. 

Tingles were slowly spreading across your body, and the ever more desperate moans you were letting out told Carlos everything he needed to know. "You close, baby?" he asked, half mocking, half serious. 

He could tell the answer of the question quite easily, your legs were starting to shake and your hands were slowing their movements in his hair. "Fuck yes, I-" you managed to get out, the pleasure hitting you in a wave that spread across your body.  

It was like electricity pulsing through your veins, and your legs were buckling underneath you. Carlos rose from his knees and captured your lips in a heated kiss, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. "You know what that is? That's the taste of victory, and I think it's pretty damn good," he told you, caressing your sides.

"You OK to keep going?" he asked, despite is desperation. Even if he needed you more than anything else right now, your comfort was still his top priority. "Mhm, I don't wanna stop," you told him, and that was enough for him. 

You pushed his race suit down his legs quickly, knowing just how much both of you needed it. "Jump," he instructed between kisses, hoisting you up as your legs locked around his waist. He held you against the wall as he guided himself into your entrance. 

"Shit you feel good," he groaned, burying his head into your neck as he rocked his hips into yours. His lips left purply-red splotches on your skin, and you could feel them forming. Every time he thrust into you, you both let out groans of pleasure as you came closer to release. 

"Oh my god you're good, so fucking amazing," you rambled, and your praises fuelled him on more. He started to thrust into you deeper and harder, and he touched that spot that made you see stars. 

"You're the best reward I have ever gotten," he spat through gritted teeth, trying to hold himself together. "You deserve it," you breathed, your thighs burning from being clasped around his waist for the length of time you had. 

"Carlos, I-," you fumbled, unable to form legible words as you felt the pressure in your stomach build up to an unbearable level. You didn't need words to tell him, he could feel the way your walls wrapped tightly around him. 

"Carlos, I'm going to-," you started, but you were silenced by Carlos smashing his lips against yours, "Me too," he groaned as his pace picked up, hungry for release. Both of your moans were muffled as the release of pressure made your vision black out. 

It was like ropes of energy shooting through your abdomen, as you cried out and threw your head back against the wall. Your nails scratched over the skin of his neck, leaving red streaks in their path as the skin turned raw. His hips slowed to a halt as you were both left, breathless and exhausted. 

"Are you OK to stand, or do you want me to hold you for a bit longer?" he asked, his eyes turning from hungry to soft. "I should be fine, you can put me down," you said, Carlos gently lowering you back down to the ground. 

Your legs were kind of numb, as you leant against the wall to catch your breath. "We're still going to get pissed, right?" you asked, not ready for your night to be over. Carlos pulled his race suit back over his hips and stood in front of you, staring at the hickeys he had left on your neck. 

"You're probably going to have to cover these up, but then again, I'd love for everyone to see what I get when I win," he smirked, his hands gripping your waist. 

"Then you're probably going to have to cover these up," you laughed, running your fingers over the red scratches on his neck. "Let people see, I don't mind," he laughed, ignoring the sting they left on his skin. 

"I don't know if I want people knowing what we get up to," you chuckled, leaning against him as you started to walk out from in between the motorhomes. "True, I don't want anyone imagining you like that, that's all for me," he said, gripping you tighter. 

"Tell that to Lando," you quipped, since you knew Carlos knew how flirtatious he was with you. "He's an exception," he winked, checking to see if there were any people around. A blush tinted your cheeks as you realised that Lando's comment from earlier might not have been a joke. 

A/N - It's been a week, I know, I'm sorry. I've been really busy, so think of this as a one week anniversary gift. But in all seriousness, it still doesn't feel real, and it makes Forza Ferrari-ing through the pain that little bit easier. That was the smoothest of operations, and could not be prouder of our chili 🌶💖

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#f1 #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagines #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 #f1 smut #formula 1 smut #f1 x y/n #formula 1 x y/n #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz smut #cs55 #cs55 x reader #carlos sainz imagines #cs55 x you #cs55 imagines

[fanfictionismyromanempire]

Someone older

Summary: As Fernando Alonso's daughter, you finally have the opportunity to watch him race live again after several years. During the event, you encounter a handsome Spanish Ferrari driver.

A/N: no use of Y/N, some spanish

Carlos Sainz x Alonso reader

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It's not like you meant for it to happen, after all. Admitting it made you feel even a little bit weird. Because how do you explain your attraction to older men? Not that they have to be ancient; a few years older is good enough for you, they just need to have the vibe.

Sadly enough, or actually lucky enough for you, your Papi works with a lot of men that fit that vibe. Not that you would tell your Papi that, because how do you tell your dad, Fernando Alonso, that his Formula 1 job brings you around all these hot men that are your type, and most of them are at least four years older? Not that you're a baby; you're 22. Not that you can tell your Papi that; he would explode.

Either way, you can't blame a girl for looking, especially not at the most handsome Spaniard you've ever seen, Carlos Sainz. But you should probably stop being that oblivious with your looking before you walk by his garage; otherwise, he will realize, but most of all, your Papi will realize.

As I gather up the courage to walk by his garage, I get startled by a voice.

'Princesita, are you coming or not?' There he stands, your most favorite person in the world, your Papi. 'Of course I am coming, Papi!' But you're walking way too fast; the race only starts tomorrow. As you say that, you follow him quickly behind, as you don't know your way around the paddock. The last race you went to with your Papi was at least seven years ago when you were a 16-year-old girl, and your staring problem was way more obvious. Sorry, Mr. Vettel.

Alright, maybe you needed to practice a little bit more because there he stands, the man with the most beautiful brown puppy eyes, accompanied by the most beautiful cocky smirk. But that is not the problem; the problem is that he is talking to your Papi, and you're walking their way.

Princesita, come here. I want you to meet Carlos," your Papi says. As he speaks, you see his head turn to look at you. And yes, you most definitely still have your staring problem. Luckily for you, he seems to have the same problem as he looks you up and down and smirks. He gazes into your eyes with his beautiful brown eyes, and suddenly, you realize he's saying something. "Sorry, what did you say?" you try to laugh it off.

He laughs and says, 'Nice to meet you, hermosa,' as he shakes your hand a little too long for it not to be a little flirty. You're both interrupted by laughter and a deadly glare from your Papi. 'We have to go, Princesita,' he says in a stern voice. I try to keep my giggle inside, but it doesn't work as you follow your Papi to his garage. As I turn around, I notice a certain Ferrari driver still watching you.

Luckily for you, your Papi forgets about it soon enough. I mean, how could he not? Your Papi had a place on the podium today. And even more luckily for you, a certain beautiful Ferrari driver with beautiful brown eyes was also on the podium. That way, no one would notice your staring problem. Well, they probably wouldn't if he didn't keep looking back at me.

As your Papi runs off the podium, he runs to his team and to you to give you a big hug. And that is the moment that you know there will be a great celebration, which you could finally join. Maybe with enough luck, a certain Spanish Ferrari driver could also join; after all, he also has something to celebrate.

As I get ready for the club, I had the trouble of deciding what I should wear. After all, what do you wear to celebrate your Papi's win while still being sexy enough to seduce a certain Spanish Ferrari driver? After I think it is cute enough and my Papi is finally ready to go, we are on our way to the club. As we pull up, I realize that it's already packed, which is great news because that would mean that there are already some drivers inside.

As we walk around, I realize that maybe it isn't that great of news that it's so fully packed, as I already lost my Papi in two minutes with no one else I recognize. I push myself through the crowd, trying to get to the VIP section.

'Everything going alright, hermosa?' As I turn around to the person who whispered that in my ear, I see the most beautiful driver on the track and say, 'Yes, just trying to find Papi.'

He laughs. 'I don't think this is the place where you want to find your Papi.' Suddenly, I get pushed into him and look up into his beautiful eyes. He bends down, looking at my lips, and whispers, 'You want to dance, hermosa?

Before my mouth could even form a response, my head was already nodding yes. He laughs at me and smiles as we keep getting closer. As we dance, I notice him looking at my lips, and I kiss him. At first, he acts surprised until I feel him grin in our kiss and spin me around.

Before I even realized what was happening, we were in his hotel room, and I ended up in his bed. As I wake up to the most beautiful man grinning at me, he says, 'Good morning, hermosa.' I giggle and reply, 'Good morning.' He laughs and gives me a kiss until my phone rings very loudly. I grab it and realize I am in big trouble because I promised my Papi he could drive me home.

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine

[fictional-character-obsessor]

Carlos Sainz x Supermodel!Reader- Relationship Headcannons

My Carlos is one of my favourites so I had to make this 🥰

Warnings: None (I don’t think, let me know if you find any)

• You and Carlos are Ferrari’s golden couple. You’ve been together several years, since his time at Renault.

• You have a chilli necklace that was a gift from Carlos for your one year anniversary which you almost always wear.

• You speak English and Spanish natively and also Italian so fit right in as a Ferrari WAG along with Charlotte who is like your sister. If Charles and Carlos think they spend a lot of time together then you and Charlotte must be almost chained to each other.

• Alexandra is lovely too, you haven’t known her very long but you both get along well.

• You’re a supermodel with designer and high-street brands like Alaïa, Prada, Paige, Zara and Alexander McQueen but since Carlos began racing for Ferrari, you were signed for Ferrari Style, Puma and Ray Ban so you often are at the same events for work.

• Carlos attends all your Ferrari Style shows. He’s on the front row anyway because he’s a Ferrari driver but he’d still be there if he wasn’t anyway.

• Whenever you want to tease Carlos, you call him Carlitos which makes him blush like mad.

• You are very good at padel, as good as Carlos. Often, you have doubles matches with Charles and Charlotte. It’s either couple vs couple or boys vs girls which is often a challenge of who can tease the other more.

• While being excellent at padel, you are bad at golf.

• In the several years Carlos and you have been a couple, you have gone from being absolutely awful at golf to being poor at it.

• Quite often you simply play golf with Carlos to tease him with the short skirts.

• Rupert and you get on great too, if you’re away for a race and Carlos and him are training you’ll often join Team 55 to get some exercise and also to tease Carlos with Rupert.

• You’re Guzmán’s favourite background character in the DONTBLINK episodes. You think you’re being sneaky but the fans always find you in the background.

• You’re a private couple. Private but not a secret. Everyone on the grid knows you’re a couple.

• You may be a private couple but your phone is full of Carlos Memes from Instagram and Twitter.

• Piñon is Carlos’ and your baby. You love Mati and Oli too but Piñon is your child.

• Carlos, you and Lando are like a child and their parents. It started in McLaren but you’re still close even though Carlos is now at Ferrari

• Your camera roll is 50% Carlos photos and 50% Piñon photos. It’s hard being a dog mum ok.

• You’ve gained a few of your own fans at the races, some who like your style such results in Instagram pages documenting looks you’re seen wearing.

• You have dozens of Carlos/Ferrari bracelets which fans give you.

• You cried with happiness at Silverstone 2022. Carlos deserved the win and you were overjoyed to be able to see him finally achieve it first-hand.

• All the emotions peak in Singapore 2023 when Carlos gains his second win. It’s been such a hard season for both Ferrari boys. Carlos has worked so hard and he can finally reap the reward of his hard work.

• He gazes at you from the top step of the podium as you gaze back up at him with tears of joy in your eyes.

• Charles teases you and Carlos about what goes down in his driver’s room before the races. You both always tell him he’s got no proof. 😉

• The Sainz family love you. Blanca and Ana are like your sisters. Carlos and Reyes are lovely and treat you like one of their daughters. Caco is like your big brother and you both team up to tease poor ‘Carlitos’

• At both Ana and Blanca’s wedding, Carlos’ family members and family friends are asking when you will marry. They point out he’s the last Sainz sibling that isn’t married.

• ‘Sois una pareja preciosa y estáis bien preparados’ his family repeat.

• At both Ana and Blanca’s weddings, both bouquets were given to you by the brides.

• You think you’re too young at the moment to marry. Carlos thinks otherwise.

• ‘I have an engagement ring querida’ he tells you as you slow dance at Blanca’s wedding after-party. ‘I will ask you to marry me soon. All these weddings have made me want to settle down’

• Since the first summer of you and Carlos being a couple, you’ve gone to Mallorca with the Sainzs.

• Lying on a yacht in Mallorca or drinking gazpacho with Carlos’ family has become one of your favourite parts of the summer break.

• You always end up going on a girls trip with Blanca and Ana around Mallorca before returning to show Carlos, Guillermo and Rodrigo what you’ve bought.

• Every year, you go on a night time boat ride with Carlos which is one of the many highlights of the trip.

• You thought that England was your home when Carlos was at Renault and McLaren but now you realise that Italy is your favourite. The food, the people and the weather is everything.

• Carlos’ carbonara is incredible. You’re both foodies so date night often becomes one of you cooking, or going out for a meal to one of your favourite Italian restaurants.

• Carlos and you are everything to each other and neither of you can see your lives without each other.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 #ferrari #forza ferrari #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz x reader

[marionwritesstuff]

Hurting - Max Verstappen x Reader

prompt: Max's dad is sick and he's coming to terms with his childhood trauma while lashing out on you, his girlfriend.

disclaimer: i'm completely making this up, take no reality from it.

"Max, you can't just fucking leave," you pleaded, following your F1 driver boyfriend around your shared flat.

"Yes I can," he hissed. You felt the anger steaming off of him.

It was halfway into the race season and Max finally had a weekend off and he had just gotten home. However, Max got a whopping 8th in Austria - Red Bull's home race. He was immensely disappointed in himself and, while blaming his own shortcomings, he blamed y/n for being a "distraction".

You knew, however, that his anger and his low performance on the track wasn't due to your relationship, but due to his dad's recent health troubles.

Max and his father, Jos, have always had a complicated relationship. Max was the eldest son, the racer bound to take the torch from his old man. Max loved racing, he really did, but sometimes the pressure his father put on him was too great. He was regularly berated if he didn't at least podium, and even then a silver or bronze was never good enough for the head of the Verstappen household. Soon, winning became a necessity to Max. By winning, he'd win his father's approval.

Now, he was one of the best drivers on the grid, on his way to winning his first F1 championship. Although their relationship was rocky Max depended on his father. Besides you, the one person he needed to see after each race was his father. Jos would give him advice, critique his steering and braking, all to help Max become a better driver - to reach feats he never did.

And now, in front of you, you saw the product of a boy, about to lose his father, the one person that loved him and supported him, but also made his childhood hell. Instead of figuring out his own internal issues, he lashed them out onto you. It wasn't the first time, and you knew it wasn't a result of his lack of love for you, but of his pain.

"Max, please," you touched his shoulder, only for him to wince as you quickly pulled it away. "Please, you know I love you, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you, please, just talk to me," you begged.

He stopped in his tracks, his bag full of clothes in hand. "Just... leave me alone." And with that, he walked out the door, leaving you cold and lonely in your once shared space.

-- a few weeks later

Sitting in what used to be yours and Max's flat, you typed away at your computer, finishing up an essay due for your Masters class. But soon, you found yourself thinking of Max; your head nestled against his broad chest, hearing his deep breaths during his naps before races.

You had tried your very best to keep him off your mind for the past few weeks. You sunk yourself into school, even completing essays weeks before they were due, but no matter what you did you couldn't stop thinking about Max freaking Verstappen. You were, and have always been, hooked.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked through the peephole only to see the man himself, Max, waiting anxiously at your door. Taking a few deep breaths, you opened it.

"Hi Max," you said sheepishly, tugging at your hoodie, one that, in that moment, you realized was actually his.

"y/n, can we talk? Please," he asked with desperation. You knew there was no saying "no" to his puppy dog eyes. Stepping aside, you gestured to let him in.

You both sat down on the couch, maintaining your distance from one another.

"y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should never have let my anger out on you, or blamed me losing on you." He reached for your hands, which you gave, and held them tightly as he stared down, ashamed to meet your eyes. "My dad, you know how he was, well, I guess not all of who he was..." he trailed off.

You knew this was a touchy subject and didn't push him. Even though you and Max had been dating for nearly a year, he barely talked about his father. And when he did, it was clouded in shame and hurt.

He continued, "He always wanted what he thought was best for me, even if it meant going against what I needed when I was a kid." I could hear his voice breaking and I scooted closer, trying to show him my physical support. "When he went into the hospital I just couldn't focus - on anything. Not on you, on racing, nothing. I just... I broke. And I thought blaming it on you would make it easier or make it go away but it didn't. It stayed and it sucked and god every single time anything good or anything bad happened to me I wanted to run to tell you, but you weren't there. And I hated it, I hated it so fucking much."

He looked up, staring deeply into my eyes this time. "I need you, please, please, baby come back to me - let me come back to you." He waited for anything from you, a nod or a word or anything.

Your body couldn't resist comforting his pain, of being there for him and being his person. You closed the distance between you two, enveloping Max in a deep hug. His head rested on your shoulder as you heard him let out a big sigh. "I've missed you so much, god I hated not having you around," you whispered into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry, so so sorry..." Max repeated, drawing circles on my back with his hand.

I moved away just slightly so my face was aligned with his. "Can we just... go back to normal? Just for right now? Can you just... hold me?"

And without hesitation, he embraced me in his warm presence. In that moment, I felt whole.

#max verstappen #max verstappen angst #max verstappen smut #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen f1 #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen imagines #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 angst #formula 1

[ground-riot-jack]

Number 1 | K. Bakugou |

idk what this is man, an origin story maybe?? idk bakugou is an asshole and reader is a badass

The ratings where in, this is it, the big moment. After years of hard work and dedication, you’re finally about to find out if you made it the number Number 1 Hero Spot. You walk out on the stage with the other Top 5 heroes, one being your long term boyfriend, Bakugou. You’d been dating since highschool and worked at the same agency that he created.

“And for our number 2 Hero, we have...Ground Zero! Number 1... Angel! Thank you heroes for protecting and sacrificing your lives for us!” The announcer practically yelled at the large crowd of people.

You couldn’t believe it. You did it. You were the number 1 hero in all of Japan and your boyfriend was right behind you. The lights of the stage felt like power surging through your body. Your large white wings fluttered in excitement. You took your place at the number one podium and felt warm tears of joy stream down your face, you feel pata on your back and can hear congratulations swirling around but you can barely stand up straight.

Soon someone hands you a microphone, the crowd quieting down.

“Thank you all so much, I will work hard every single day until my body gives up to make sure this great nation is protected. I’ve worked very hard to get here so thank you all for recognizing my hard work and determination. I wanna thank Ground Zero, for being the best partner and for helping me get where I am. It won’t be easy but I will take this number 1 spot and wear it with pride. Thank you, i love you all” You spill out happily, you turn and grab onto Katsuki, hugging him and congratulating him on Number 2. You’d both climbed so high and so quickly since you’re UA days, it’s made you happy that you’ve come so far with the person you love most.

Bakugou however, didn’t look happy. It was extremely rare to see a smile on his face, but at the very least you’d expected his bored face. But now, he looked angry. He looked like he was ready to level the city withy he scowl pressed on his face.

“babe, what’s wrong? you good?” You grab his large bicep, getting him to look at you. His bright red eyes snap to yours and you feel locked in with how much animosity they hold.

“I’m ready to go home” He spits out before turning and walking back to the car you’d both arrived in.

You took a few more pictures with fans before following your grumpy boyfriend. As soon as you sat in the car, you could feel the tension thick in the air.

“Ok seriously babe, what the hell is wrong? We got the top spots, that’s amazing!” You turn towards him as the driver head back to your place.

“It’s nothing” He managed to say through his teeth with his are locked together with how tight he’s clenching his jaw.

“It’s something, you’re getting ready to blow this car up”

“I said it’s nothing, Angel” He speaks, the name oozing in malice and anger. Suddenly it clicked.

“You’re jealous that I got the number one spot while you got number two. jesus christ katsuki, could you be any more pessimistic. Why can’t you just be happy for me that i’ve reached a goal i’ve been trying to get my whole life? Number two is in no way shape or form bad.” You huff and fall back against the seat, you watch Bakugou clench and unclench his fists while staring out the window.

“I have to be number one and be better than All Might” He growls quietly, you knew it was a somewhat sensitive subject, but you couldn’t believe your ears.

“All might? Katsuki, you’re 23 years old, you can’t truly expect to be better than All Might right now? All might wasn’t even this good at this age yet, you’re way ahead of schedule. You can’t be happy for me because you wanna be better at 22 years old than All Might was in his prime? You’re delusional katsuki.”

“I HAVE TO BE NUMBER ONE”

“THATS FINE BUT WHY CANT YOU BE HAPPY THAT TOUR GIRLFRIEND IS NUMBER ONE?”

“BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME”

“so you think I don’t deserve this katsuki? You think what? I haven’t worked hard enough? I’m nor strong enough? I’m not good enough? WHAT IS IT KATSUKI? Why don’t I deserve to be number one? Why do you think your were unfairly judged?”

You both stared at each other in silence for a while, anger boiling into the atmosphere. You understood the only thing that drove bakugou in highschool was his need to be number one. You were both adults now, and you were in love with each other. You’d hoped that you’d made a big enough impact on bakugou that your life and love together would be enough of a motivator to be great, the way it was with you.

You felt that car pull into your large home, and immediately jumped out, racing up to your shared bedroom. You got out of your hero costume and into leggings and a tank top. You took off all your makeup and picked the confetti out of your wings. You looked up as Bakugou walked in the room.

“Im not sorry that I’m not settling for number two, I never will and you know it, but i am sorry for yelling at you and the way I acted.” Katsuki grumbled while looking at the floor. Usually, his awkward and hesitant apologies warmed your heart and made you gush at how cute your angry boyfriend was, but now you find yourself staying angry.

“That’s not an apology katsuki. You refuse to be happy for me, even though you promised you would be. You refuse to even acknowledge how much work I put into this to be number one. I am THE youngest Hero to hit number one and you can’t even say good job babe. Instead you get angry and jealous and mean because it wasn’t you. Never mind the fact that you jumped from 10 to 2 which is THE biggest jump anyone’s seen in years bakugou. You won’t even let yourself be happy at what you’ve done, because you’re too busy being jealous” You poke his chest, finally standing in front of him.

“It’s not a bad thing to want to be the best” He crosses his arms, getting defensive.

“Of course not babe, I want you to be the best too. So why don’t you want me to be the best?”

“It’s not that, it’s-“

“It’s what Katsuki?”

“I made a promise to myself-”

“YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ME KATSUKI. You gave me this fucking promise ring and told me that you you’re gonna support me no matter what. That we were gonna work hard to get to where we need to go and we were gonna do it together. You promised me you’d be by my side. That’s the difference between us babe. You need to be number one for yourself, I need to be number one for us. You’ve forgotten that” You wipe your tears and move around the tall man in your way. It hurt that Katsuki couldn’t see this was bigger than his highschool days. This was your life together. You hadn’t spoken to All Might or even Midoriya in years, so why was it so hard for him to accept you as a permanent part of his life.

“Baby, i’m sorry I just. I get one track minded and I was so hopeful that this was finally the day. I needed so bad to be number one-“

“THIS IS NO LONGER ABOUT BEING NUMBER ONE KATSUKI, THIS IS ABOUT HOW YOU CANT SEE THAT YOURE TREATING ME LIKE A SIDE CHARACTER. I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND!! For fucks sake katsuki, we live, work, sleep, eat do and do everything together, so the fact that I’m not even one of the reasons you go out and do what you do hurts because this” You pause and gestured to everything around you. “This is the reason I wake up every morning, you are the reason I fight crime and your reason is, a childhood rivalry. You’re am adult now, you’re supposed to be friends with midoriya and all might and you’re supposed to be over this whole thing. This isn’t supposed to be the thing that drives you. I’m not saying I have to be too of the list but it would be nice to be on the list” You sigh and look at your boyfriend. You knew this wasn’t healthy to yell at each other like this, but you needed him to understand where you’re coming from.

“Baby, Of course you’re my reason for waking up and being a hero, I would do anything to protect you, it’s just I always pictured me at Number 1 with my agency and you and a family. I have a need, a primal urge to be number one and that’s never going to change. Doesn’t mean i don’t love your dumbass”

“Well I’m number one Katsuki, and I earned the hell out of it. I worked my ass off day and night for weeks and months and years so that I could have this. And to see you pout and complain and look me in my face and tell me you don’t think I deserve this spot hurts more than some cute little apology where you call me dumbass lovingly. So i’ll ask you again, why don’t you think I deserve this spot? What makes you better?” You squinted your eyes at the tall man and clench your jaw.

“Im physically stronger-“ You interrupt your boyfriend by grabbing his arm and kicking his legs out from under him, using your wings to flip him over in his back, pinning him down.

“You’re so close minded katsuki, that you don’t even know what i’ve. been doing for the past 8 months. I an the number one hero you think i didn’t train to be stronger than everyone around me?” You ask, hurt laced in your voice.

“Fine, you deserve this spot. You’re the best.”

“You dont meant that, I’m gonna make you fucking mean it Katsuki. One day you’re gonna see me and i’m gonna be the best and you’re gonna be in awe of my power and then you’ll finally see that i deserve this.” You push off of him and stand up your wings tucking close to your body.

“Just-give me a week babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you and I’ll show you I am happy for you, it’s just difficult being let down like this. I’m a sore loser and you know it.” Bakugou grabs your shoulder and pulls you close to his chest.

“You haven’t even said you’re proud of me yet. or that you love me. or even good job katsuki. You don’t believe i’m your heart that i deserve this do you?” You look at him, heart in your throat.

“I believe I should be number one. Every time.” Katsuki mutters in your hair like it was a compliment. You push him back, rage filling your body.

“You’re fucked up katsuki. I’m fucking leaving” You spit, throwing on a jacket and shoes, heading towards your front door.

“Where the hell are you going?!” Bakugou snarls as you move past him.

“Katsuki, I love you with every fiber of my soul, but right now looking at your face makes me wanna throw you across town and beat the shit out of you. I’ll be back tomorrow maybe” You mumble the last part, not really sure how long you wanna be away from your hot headed boyfriend.

“you can’t just fucking leave y/n, how do you expect to be number one of you can’t even stay and win a fight against your boyfriend.” Katsuki let’s out a dry laugh, causing you to turn away from your front door.

You lunge at Katsuki, ready to punch him until he understands you’re the number one hero. You two roll around fighting and spewing things typically reserved for villains. Bakugou pins you down on the floor, his knee on your chest and his hands holding both your wrists beside your head. You close your eyes and focus all your energy into your chest, a faint ball of white light glows from your heart. Ktsuki looks at it with realization before the energy is expelled from you and your boyfriend is sent flying across the living room.

“You did not just use Power Surge on me.” He growls. wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I did, and i’m fucking leaving and your not gonna say shit or so help me god katsuki, i will shoot a beam of light so bright and hot that you wake up blind, burnt and fucking single.” You use your wings to send you flying straight to your front door, you look back at your confused boyfriend once more before taking to the sky.

Bakugou began the cleaning process, shocked and confused. Why didn’t you understand he wants to be happy for you, he truly does, but his pride won’t let him get away with not winning. He decided to let you fly off to calm down for the night, opting to call and talk to Kirishima. The two friends ended up talking for a bit longer than expected, bakugou trying to get kiri on his side, not his girlfriends. It didn’t work however, Kirishima understood that bakugou would let his emotions cloud his mind, even when it came to you. By the end of the conversation, bakugou was almost has heated as he was while fighting you. He concluded the best option was to head to his agency and train for the night.

He arrived and decided to do some things around the office before heading to the training and workout wing of his large building. While going thru last minute files, there’s a knock on his door.

“Ground Zero, i wasn’t expecting you to be here so late.” A stranger smiles in Bakugou face as he opens his office door, his secretary smiling sheepishly.

“Who the hell are you?” He cocks his head and tries to figure it out before he’s told, one of those weird habits he’s picked up being a hero.

“My apologies. I’m Niko Takeyama, I work for the Hero Commission. How would you like to be the number one hero by this time next month.”

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou smut #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader

[myimaginarywonderland]

Listening to Lance beyond the grid (how cute is the picture of him?) :

- Reminder of the Lance win we were robbed of

- Another reminder to the good starts Lance made

- Lance podium!

- Can we please acknowledge how socially awkward because it's adorable. Also, it's the reason why he might sound a bit uninterested sometimes but it's just that he is literally not used to have social interactions

- Lance saying that pole was surreal🥺

- Lance swearing!

- He likes the challenge of rain and also Canadian weather is bad

- Lance laughing 🥰

- Ski!Lance is mentioned!

- Surfer!Lance makes an appearance! Also, he is shy about this. Apparently shares it with Damon Hill (the surfing)

- He wants to embrace the good moments

- Also, he sounds so grateful to be in F1 and like he cherishes every second. Which you might not expect when you first look at it but he is truly grateful and appreciates the opportunity he has.

- Him describing his love of F1

- Lance loves a challenge (this sounds like it is important for fics)

- The description of the F1 brought to you by marshmallow boy

- Also, he talks about how he was overwhelmed honestly which I really appreciate

- Then you also get recognition for everyone involved in teams (mechanics, engineers,...)

- He has his own bubble which obviously includes Este (and Sergio) 🥺

- Him talking about sacrifice and dedication for F1 truly makes you realize how much drivers have to do or also give up on times to do what they love. I personally could never do that much.

- He considers Este a very good friend

- Another reason to love him is the fact that he thinks everyone deserves respect off-track and can keep real friendship because there's a separation between what happens during racing and what doesn't

- a young and wild, as well as eager Lance Stroll

- Taming himself but still having that spirit just growing over time

- Lance was drinking a lot of champagne (feel like that can be used in fics as well)

- Trying to stay humble and not be overconfident is another reason to like him

- Also, giving Prema credit!

- You can see how he gets more comfortable as the interview goes on because he opens up and cracks joke (that dig at Tom😂)

- He moved with his family to Europe when he was about 12 which is such a huge step to be honest. You can really see how committed he was and it warms my heart how much his family supported him. They are truly a great example of good parenting (unlike some other parents.) Lance also thanks them and his sister as well which is so sweet!

- Him basically mocking the haters. Go off! "It's energy/fuel." Okay, I see you pink boy.

- "I do my talking on track." You tell them. Also, this is so funny but still powerful?

- He acknowledges that he is not consistent and that that is something he will get better and needs to improve.

- This boy will not waste time on the haters and he is so right for it.

- Him and his dad's relationship 🥺🥰 Saying how he knows him as both a boss and a dad, that he is a good boss because he does what he does well, thanking his dad, both of them being on this journey together, supporting each other through good and bad

(Also them playing golf together sounds really sweet as well as visiting two super bowls?)

- Joking that he puts more pressure on his dad and gave him grey hairs

- He sounds so genuinely surprised when he found out that his eyebrows have a twitter as if he has never seen them (on a side note, isn't that page literally called Lance Stroll's eyebrows?)

- This will be a moment to thank all of you who have been to races and shown Lance the support the needs as well as the love he deserves

- I want to go to Montreal now and wear a Lance Stroll t-shirt in the Lance Stroll grandstand

- How could he have disliked the pink?? He literally looks so good in that colour, he owns it in a way and I don't want to lose him to the green

- Lance baby, those DNFs were mostly not your fault but I still appreciate that you want to work more on the car and yourself

- Seb and Lance will be the best teammate duo (Lance is already appreciative of him)

- We will also miss Checo

- Is Lance a movie fan? The way he was able to describe that scene (probably just guessed though because the James Bond plot is so predictable.)

In all seriousness, I am so happy to see this episode because it can finally show some people the Lance we love. The carefree, joking Lance that is shy at first but opens up with time. The Lance who is grateful for the chance he gets, the humble Lance that will never underestimate what his family has done for him.

#f1 #lance stroll #pink marshmallow boy

[atinybitofau]

[ateez] W O O Y O U N G ➣ baby daddy au

HE LOVES HIS FAMILY. BOTH OF THEM. (MAFIA WOO)

format: oneshot , wc: 1937 , tags: fluffy-angst

• “Shit man! Shit!”

• his eyes dart from between vehicles.

• blood pumping and heart racing.

• his fingers curl around the steering wheel and he’s looking for a way out.

• cornered to the back of an alley way with guns positioned on him?

• it’s not a good way for him to go out.

• really, how was he gonna get out of this one?

• “Fuck bro. It was nice working with you I guess.”

• Wooyoung hisses, gassing his pedal on neutral in attempt to scare off his attackers.

• “Get me out of here, Kang!”

• his friend sighs, “I physically can’t! You’ve got three walls and a target line straight at you in the only open direction. You’re the driver. Get yourself out of this one.”

• “Damnit Yeosang!”

• he hangs up before the blond could suffer.

• he’s looking and looking..

• really regrets taking up Hongjoong’s challenges now.

• “Hey Wooyoung.”

• his eyes flicker back at his dashboard when a familiar voice fills his ears.

• “Wait, Se. I’m leaving daddy a voicemail, sweetie.” he hears your sweet laugh and he thinks he’s already ascended into heaven. “Hey baby, I just wanted to tell you that I love you. No matter what this world throws at us, you love me too? I’m sorry if this is so sudden, honey, but I want to tell you that I miss you. And Seyoung misses you too! Come back home soon, okay? We’ll be waiting for you. Always. Bye Wooyoung, I love you soooo much!”

• his heart triples.

• engine roaring.

• smiling at the faces of the men ready to kill him for the suitcase in the back of his car.

• “Sorry bitches.” Wooyoung mutters shifting gears to drive. “But I’ve got plans with my daughter tomorrow night and I’m not missing that for the world.”

• easy.

• like how it was when he first asked you out.

• got you pregnant?

• married you after five months.

• easy.

• getting out of this conundrum too was so easy.

• “You lucky bastard.” Hongjoong chuckles after Wooyoung slides the suitcase into his hands. “You should’ve died.”

• Wooyoung’s seething with anger.

• blood boiling ready to, “Quit. I fucking quit. I’ve got a family, Joong. I can’t keep doing this shit.”

• Hongjoong’s greedy though.

• he can’t lose his best asset.

• not one of his bests.

• “You can’t just pack your old life up for your new one.” Hongjoong scoffs. “Shove that shit right back up your ass. You’re blood.”

• “Take it back.” Wooyoung sticks his wrist out. “Cut my damn hands off if you have to, hyung. I’ve got a daughter. I’ve got a wife.”

• “You’ve got a y/n.”

• Hongjoong’s relentless.

• you were far worse.

• what he thinks versus what he knows?

• versus what anyone knows honestly.

• as far as they know, you’re just a pretty girl that Wooyoung met at a bar one time.

• no.

• you’re far from that.

• “She’s the love of my goddamn life, you bastard.” Wooyoung takes his leader’s collar by the hand. “And if you even think about putting your filthy hands on my family, I’ll drive my car into yours.”

• he loves his boys.

• his first family.

• but he’s been offered another he just can’t refuse.

• “Hyung, I’m not bargaining my family’s lives.” Wooyoung gulps softening his violent grasp. “You wouldn’t do it for us.”

• see, Hongjoong’s got everything wrong.

• thinks you’re useless and just a pawn to ruin Wooyoung.

• but you were a black market thief.

• a hell of a good one too.

• the healthiest team behind your own body, there was no way you could ever get hurt.

• but no one knows you steal illegal goods and auction them in black market sales.

• you’re just the dark world’s masked angel.

• with your own secrets up your sleeve.

• “Hey y/n, you called?”

• of course you put a bug on your husband.

• how else are you gonna make sure he actually loves you and Seyoung?

• “Ddeonghwa~ can you do me a favor please?”

• Seonghwa sighs. “If this is for that Wooyoung guy again, no.”

• “Pleeeasseee.”

• “Last time I did this, I was forced into a daycare with five babies on my lap.” the 22 year old mob boss rubs at his temple. “I’m a born and raised assassin yet here I am doing a snake’s bidding.”

• “With all due respect, Park Seonghwa the great, you’re also Seyoung’s godfather.”

• “Fine.” Seonghwa defeatedly groans. “Even though I’m sure this has nothing to do with that little devil spawn.”

• “I want you to send Woo’s team an invitation. I think it’s time I introduce myself to my husband’s friends, don’t you think? Take him for me and my daughter only.”

• Seonghwa smiles behind the phone, handing a group of men their share after a job well done.

• “Wasn’t sending a fleet of armed men to your husband introduction enough?”

• playing with your daughter’s hair you smile. “See, but he didn’t know that was me. I just want to show Hongjoong a little compassion, that’s all. Not all sales are final, you know.”

• “Okay fine. I guess that can be arranged. Only for you, y/n. Anything for family.”

• no one can ever say no to you.

• you’ve got family everywhere you go.

• you pierce your ear with the last pearl, your daughter running towards the door.

• “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

• your heart skips like a high schooler,

• running over to him even if he seemed out of the mood.

• “Woo honey, is that you?”

• Wooyoung see’s the two of you and it’s like the world he lived in completely changed.

• kisses you tenderly before taking his excited daughter into his arms.

• “My girls.” he nuzzles his face playfully into Seyoung’s neck. “I missed you.”

• she giggles taking his finger into her small hands. “Daddy, me and mommy are going to a party! Do you think we look pretty?”

• Wooyoung didn’t notice at first.

• cause well—

• you’re always stunning to him.

• his daughter taking too much from you too.

• “Very.” his eyebrow shoots up also running a hand through your locks of hair. “What party is this, honey?”

• “A special one.” you tease kissing him on his lips. “Oh. By the way, there’s a letter for you in the kitchen. Come on, Seyoung. We’re gonna be late sweetie.”

• you take your daughter from your confused husband’s arms and kiss him again.

• “I love you.” you mumble against his lips. “No matter what the world throws at me and you.”

• Wooyoung slumps into your kiss hoping to have you longer but you’re already out the door.

• he’s confused.

• — always knows you’re in charge.

• but he’d like to know where you were going.

• he takes the envelope in the kitchen and opens it.

• Mr, Jung Wooyoung. You have been cordially invited to the guns auction hosted by Park Seonghwa in Junggu, Busan 112. Please attend as requested. allowance: 1 guest.

• he almost tears that shit right up.

• the great Park Seonghwa?

• sending formal invitations to his family house?

• this is much more than a stupid invite he thinks.

• he’s thinking Seonghwa’s lucky his wife and daughter are out for the night.

• suited up and ready to go, he does not hesitate to show up a bit guarded.

• but Hongjoong’s there.

• the whole gang.

• “What the fuck’s going on here?” he whispers at his boss. “You got one too?”

• “I don’t know. Yeosang’s been trying to figure it out but nothing. Seems pretty legit. Guns are on display and everything.”

• “But an invite sent to my own fucking house, hyung? I don’t think so.”

• Wooyoung picks up a couple faces.

• knows some familiar.

• some even coworkers that worked with you?

• now he’s confused.

• but Seonghwa steps up to the podium, dressy as ever, to clear up the last thoughts in his head.

• “Thank you all for gathering here this fine evening.” The black haired raven snoops the room. “Ah, Mr. Hongjoong. Thank you for coming! I see you’ve brought your friends too.”

• Hongjoong’s on a lower scale of the food chain.

• Seonghwa too strong to fight.

• so even Wooyoung stays quiet.

• “Well my assistant has gathered you all here today to announce her retirement! And of course I have to throw her a formal party. After all, she’s been only an asset to everyone here.”

• Hongjoong’s baffled.

• his gang don’t know what’s going on cause this obviously isn’t the gun show they’ve been invited to.

• Wooyoung doesn’t either.

• wait, people like him can retire?

• “Y/n, my dear. Come on out.”

• Hongjoong nearly chokes.

• Wooyoung still mesmerized by the sight of you approaching, legs bare at your dress’ slit.

• “Well fuck.”

• you take a second to glance at your husband’s impeccable reaction.

• “Thank you, Seonghwa. I’ve worked long and hard in this business and I wouldn’t have done it without you. But while you gave me a family, I made one for myself. I’m sure you all have met my husband. Jung Wooyoung.”

• Hongjoong stares at his own hitman with pure resentment.

• “Honey, can you come up here for a second?”

• he can never say no to you.

• pulls at his tie while walking over, taking you by the waist.

• “Y/n, baby, what’s all this?”

• “Our retirement.” you whisper softly. “After all, that suitcase from yesterday gives Hongjoong enough to allow you one too.”

• he smirks under your breath chuckling softly. “And Seyoung?”

• “With Sannie. They’re eating pie in the back.”

• the world can only throw so much at Wooyoung.

• the chances of a wife that knew his own world inside and out?

• the ball the world throws is very big.

• very.

• “Hongjoong, I hope you can accept my husband’s request for retirement? With high approval odds, of course.”

• Yeosang nudges at his boss. “That or you really gonna face the wrath of Jung Wooyoung and his wife. Say yes, you idiot!”

• “Y-yes.” Hongjoong stutters amongst these crowd. “Appeal approved?”

• “Good. Then let the party begin!”

• Seonghwa turns towards your husband with only happy eyes when the crowd gets occupied enough.

• “I’m sorry that this isn’t a solid reform to having the normal family you want. But you know you can’t just throw away your past lives for a new one.” Seonghwa shakes his hand with calm waters under the bridge. “And though our history as rivals hasn’t been great, y/n insists I make some adjustments to my relationships to protect the family I love.”

• Wooyoung worked for Hongjoong.

• you worked for Seonghwa.

• someone’s gotta make changes.

• sacrifices?

• “I’m willing to sacrifice anything for my family, Mr. Park. And if lining my blood with yours is in question, I’ll do it.”

• “People will still be out for the both of you.” Seonghwa reminds, Hongjoong quick to follow approaching from the side.

• “But we’ll be here to protect your family like we protect ours.”

• not once have you ever seen Seonghwa with the notorious Kim Hongjoong.

• but hell.

• the world’s got different types of things to throw, you guess.

• “And well, I’ve always wanted to be a god father so..”

• you smile up at Hongjoong tightening your hand with Wooyoung’s beside you.

• “How nice of us to give Seyoung 7 sinful godfathers.”

ps. very rough edit lol

@atinybitofau

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[mickstart]

what do you think are some iconic/memorable schumi moments? i just got into f1 and would like to know more about him bc somehow i can’t really find anything like that about him.... just stats which are incredibly impressive but i can’t find anything about how he behaved or just anything about his personality..... thanks <3

:) Hi anon, thank you for unleashing the beast.

Ok I love you for asking me this thank you SO MUCH. Welcome to the circus I’m glad you’re here! Also yeah, Schumi is often talked about in terms of statistics and not as a human, Which is a shame bc like! Schumi is fascinating and the dynamics on the grid in late 90s F1 is so much fun! Also, this is mainly going to be late 90s -> early 2010s stuff bc I was born in 98 so uhhh I didn’t properly witness ANY 90s stuff and had to learn about it.

OK so I got super carried away but I’ve divided this into 3 sections: Drives/races that I think showcase some of his talents, human moments we need to talk about more, and Chaotic Little Bitch moments. The key thing to remember w/ Schumi is that he personally tends to be nice but as soon as you put him in a competition, Bastard Mode activates like a cat’s pupils going wide.

I am so sorry for the following short essay. Also some crashes are briefly mentioned but only ones with absolutely no injuries and there’s no details.

Chaotic Little Bitch Moments

Schumi debuted as a SUBSTITUTE driver for Jordan when one of their drivers was in police custody (yes. really.) The highest a Jordan had qualified all year was 10th and in his DEBUT at SPA, one of the toughest tracks, in the middle of the season, Schumi qualified that Jordan 7th! THEN his clutch failed before the first lap was even complete, but Benetton and Jordan WENT TO COURT to fight each other to sign him for their team before the next race in Monza. He couldn’t debut normally he HAD to cause a scene and set the tone.

The Red Strings of Fate: He qualified 7th, his iconic 7 starred helmet, his first victory next year was ALSO at Spa - his first complete race would be at Monza, Ferrari Holy Ground, and he finished 5th which 👀 1) he was immediately racing with The Greats. 2) Mr 5 Championships With Ferrari.

Winning a race by taking a stop and go penalty on the last lap, crossing the finish line in the pits, and making such a complicated argument about said penalty that in a hearing that was SUPPOSED to be Mclaren protesting the race result the stewards scrapped the entire penalty and the 3 who awarded it handed in their licenses??? Iconic.

Austria 2002 where Rubens was ordered to give the win to Michael. And then Michael fucking made him stand on the top step on the podium like “oh no no no RUBENS deserves this” and made a big SHOW out of it and its like “Michael stop you’re not making it heartwarming you’re making it WORSE Michael STOP” The Tension of germany 2010 podium VS the theatricality of THIS podium.

Team orders were banned because of this which also makes this indirectly responsible for Fernando Is Faster Than You having to be a coded message. You can’t escape him,

Blocking Alonso in Monaco qualifying and then, years later in 2010, overtaking Alonso technically illegally at Monaco (the race was ending under safety car, but the safety car doesn’t lead them over the line it pits and they’d crossed the safety car line and the regulations were NOT specific about the rules) and getting a 20 second penalty bc Damon Hill was a steward. Haunting FERNANDO specifically at Monaco like the ghost of christmas past? Getting a harsh penalty because ANOTHER driver he’d fucked over was a steward? Forcing the FIA to rewrite the rulebook to account for his nonsense when he was in his FOURTIES? I don’t know another chaos king.

Winning the 1995 championship by crashing into Damon Hill, getting AWAY with it for some reason, and then trying to do the same thing in 1997 to Villeneuve, failing to do so and simply rebounding off of him harmlessly, almost COMICALLY, and beaching his own car in a gravel trap at which point the FIA said “I have had ENOUGH of you Wacky Races Man!” and disqualified him from the entire championship

Forcing Mika off the track so bad at Spa 2000 that Mika realized the only way he was gonna be able to get past him was to re-invent the overtake and go for it whilst they were passing a backmarker. (The overtake itself is at 2:05 in the video but the build up to it is Important bc the key part it’s not just badass, it only happened bc Mika knew who he was dealing with.)

Spa 1998 was a Ridiculously Chaotic race it truly was the Mugello 2020 of its year, and after a crash at the start that took out almost the entire grid Schumi accidentally collided with Coulthard later in the race. (The teams used to have a spare car at every race then, so the race was able to continue after a restart.) This wasn’t a racing thing, Coulthard was getting lapped. So something in Schumi SNAPS, and he storms down the pitlane and tries to fight Coulthard while the mclaren and ferrari mechanics both hold him back and finally drag him away. He projected into the future, saw Coulthard was gonna talk non-stop shit about Seb, and acted accordingly.

Monaco 2012 Pole don’t talk to me about this I still can’t believe the audacity of this man to get the only pole of his comeback, at MONACO, at the ONE RACE where he had a 5 place grid penalty to take!!

In general, I know Cheating Bad but. I HAVE to admire the brainpower it must take to have the rulebook so memorized that whilst driving an F1 car Schumi could spot a loophole the size of the eye of a needle and then dance through it, forcing the FIA to add ANOTHER page to the rule book specially for him bc nobody else even REALISED that loophole existed.

Human Moments

A quick rant about Mika and Schumi’s entire friendship. After Spa 2000 Mika goes up to Michael, says something like “Don’t ever do that again” then they’re friends again. They had this mutual understanding that Racing was not Reality. This goes all the way back to their F3 days they were rivals AND friends for their entire career. They truly were the Sewis of the era if Sebastian was like 50% more evil. Their entire dynamic is “You’re the only motherfucker in this pit lane who can handle me”. Schumi would do some bullshit and every other driver would throw up their hands in frustration and Mika would just go “Okay” and drive better to put him in his place bc he was the only one who could keep up, and Schumi very visibly LOVED that he’s grinning after Mika owns his entire ass with that overtake at Spa. They were unstoppable force meets immovable object and I’m so sad their rivalry isn’t more talked about bc the way Mika is the only driver who can get him to behave like a normal human being is SO entertaining.

This is a sad one so I won’t link it but he started crying in the 2000 Monza press-conference with his brother and Mika when he equaled one of Senna’s records. The press kept trying to ask questions about it and Mika just has this death grip on his shoulder and tries to get them to stop or let them take a break and it’s so sad but also important to know about.

Once said he didn’t want Mick to race in F1 bc the pressure of his name would put Mick under so much stress and he wanted his son to be happy. (He fully supported Mick in his endeavors! But only after making absolutely sure it was what Mick wanted, and making sure he knew he could just race for fun if he wanted and it didn’t have to be F1)

This whole interview just after Mick was born with the Schumacher family. Special shout out to Gina on his head the entire video and also Corinna talking to the press while Michael is captivated by Mick. Me too Michael.

Once allegedly pleaded to take a stray kitten home from the track?

I reblogged this yesterday but. Sticking like glue to Sebastian at an F1 test and immediately being like “This is my new son he’s gonna go far”. There’s a lot of pictures out there also of Michael being a guest at the karting races Seb went to as a kid and baby Seb visibly losing his fucking mind at being given a trophy by his idol. Every day of my life I think about him trying to ruffle Seb’s hair through his helmet at Brazil 2012

WInning the championship in 2000. Him thanking the entire team individually and pausing mid-celebration to kiss his wife Corinna so tenderly it’s in the F1 opening. Also, the way it literally cuts from the rest of McLaren looking like they’re attending a funeral to Mika grinning at him and hugging him fucking SENDSSSSS me.

Schumi was a little shit in all the 2010-12 press conferences like, lowering Lewis’ chair, playing with a microphone wire, but ESPECIALLY corrupting baby Seb and getting him to mess with Nico Rosberg.

He’s just GOOFY! Like I refuse to let him be remembered as a terrifying force of nature he was so goofy kind of similarly to Seb. PLEASE watch this incredibly awkward interview he did with Coulthard on a golf buggy where they both had to pretend they hadn’t thought about murdering each other at least once. I think Sky F1 should force Brocedes to do this when covid’s over. “Do you mind if I drive?” “Yes.”

EDIT: I CANNOT BELIEVE I forgot the 1999 Canada press conference where Eddie Irvine and Mika Hakkinen get into a water fight and Schumi immediately grabs a towel and hides behind it and is like “I had NOTHING to do with it” 🥺 adorable, actually

A lot of people at Ferrari, including Rob Smedley (who was on the other side of the garage with Felipe Massa so not in his inner circle) have said that a lot of the success of the team came from Schumi’s LEADERSHIP more than anything, that he’d make the team get together to bond all the time. When Schumi moved to Ferrari in 1996 they were NOT dominant. He did the same thing Lewis did - went to a team that everybody said would be a huge mistake and helped build them up behind the scenes.

THIS bit of the Canada 2011 Rewind where his engineer gives him the strategy and he’s like “... OkaAaAaAay?” and then when it turns out to be the wrong strategy he cheerfully tells them it’s too late. Little shit.

Speaking of Mercedes I also wanna say that like. They were a MESS in 2012 and his car DNF’d because of a failing on their part MULTIPLE times. (In Canada qualifying his DRS was stuck open and they couldn’t close it.) He did not say a single bad word about them EVER even though the press used this to attack him non-stop as washed-up and bad without Ferrari to cheat for him. At Ferrari he was the exact same with the team, any bastard antics Schumi had for his rivals did not extend to the engineers and crew.

OK this one is soured bc Top Gear is trash BUT if you were like, a kid in England who followed motorsports? Schumi’s fake reveal as The Stig on Top Gear was like the coolest, sickest thing,

Please view this image of Schumi and Mika when they were young and stupid

Iconic Races

ok so I have limited myself to a few races that show off some of his key strengths!

Hungary 1998 / France 2004 - STRATEGY/SPEED - Schumi switched to a 3 stop strategy in 98 and a FOUR STOP strategy in 04 and won both races. In order for the strategy call to work he’d have to basically make every single lap a qualifying style ‘flying lap’ and you best fucking believe he DID THAT. God I fucking miss when Ferrari was the king of strategy.

Argentina 1998 -  has it all. Talent, battling Mika, pit lane mind games with mclaren, and bullying coulthard xxx

Spain 1996 / a majority of the wet races - RAIN - One of Schumi’s nicknames was Rain Master bc he was so fucking good in the wet. If it started raining and you were a Schumi stan you were cackling evilly before the red lights even went out. I single out 1996 bc it was his first win for Ferrari and it was unexpected but in most wet races, even Canada 2011 post comeback, you can see Schumi thriving.

Malaysia 1999 - Schumi missed pretty much the entire second half of the season with a broken leg, came back for the last 2 races with everybody murmuring about whether he would struggle, and immediately put the Ferrari on pole. Also worth noting is that he was the number 2 driver for these 2 races bc his teammate Irvine was fighting Mika for the championship and he went along with that without complaint, allowing Ferrari to win the constructor’s championship if not the driver’s.

Monza 2002, 03, 04, or 06 just because it has the energy of the tifosi kneeling at the feet of an idol to their red god.

Brazil 2006 - Fuck All Y’all - Schumi’s last race for Ferrari. He got a puncture and ended up almost lapped, and then drove his way back from that to 4th bc he couldn’t go out without reminding us he’s a bad bitch.

Monza 2012 - Defending - Don’t tell F1 Twitter that there’s actual footage of Lewis and Michael having a genuine lengthy battle on track but DO watch Michael defending like a motherfucker and Lewis breathing down his neck for half the race we need to talk about this more.

Valencia 2012 - This isn’t necessarily anything special but I cried in my living room over the only podium of his comeback so it goes on here. It doesn’t have the same impact if you haven’t been watching him struggle with the car for years, DNF-ing from car failure most of 2012, and having BBC F1 telling you he’s washed up every single weekend, but you can just enjoy one of the best drives of FERNANDO’S entire career as he DRAGS that Ferrari by its hair to a home grand prix win and then watch the crowds embrace him like jesus and also Schumi being happy on the podium. Also, the very start of this clip from the press conference: him forgetting what language he’s supposed to be speaking 

Basically, Schumi was a hyper-competitive ambitious bitch who turned into a goofball as soon as he switched the engine off. This is by NO MEANS everything if I was making an exhaustive best races guide I’d do more research and another post but I hope this is what you were looking for?? THANK YOU SO MUCH for letting me go MAXIMUM SPECIAL INTEREST and I apologize.

#asks #Schumi #Mika #Alonso #long post #god I'm so fucking sorry #Anonymous #This is not comprehensive bc I didn't want to accidentally turn this into a whole research project especially if you're new to it!

[annabethy]

Okay so idk if you're taking requests but we don't talk enough abt the fact that percy was jealous of luke too so can we please get a jelly percy drabble from your marching au because annabeth was worried about him in college but like what about him leaving her? Also your writing is god tier

jealous percabeth!

Percy whistles in appreciation, wrapping his arms around Annabeth’s waist from behind. “Damn, girl.”

Annabeth turns her head and elbows him fondly, turning around in his arms to give him a quick kiss. Percy tries to hold it for a bit longer, but she pushes him away after a few seconds with a sweet smile.

“I know I’ve only seen you in this uniform, like, a million times, but it just keeps getting better and better every week,” Percy says. “Drum major fits you.”

“Mh-hm.” Annabeth tilts her head, blatantly scanning him up and down. “Says you.”

“Oh? Are you saying my uniform gets you going?” he teases.

“I’m saying it makes you a little less ugly than you normally look,” she says. “Why do you think I started dating you in the first place?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me.”

“Because you were drum major and I loved competing for you with the other girls,” she corrects.

Percy sniffs. “I see how it is.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes, wrapping one arm around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. She holds this one longer, and Percy can’t help the smile that forms on his lips as she does so.

“You know I love you,” she says, muffled against his lips. “Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not silly,” he protests, pulling away when he hears Chiron yell at them from somewhere over his shoulder, saying something about not wanting any band babies. “Would a silly man go get you skittles from the concession stand during break?”

“Not a silly man at all,” she says, playing with the silver sash on his uniform. “Unless you only get me skittles and not a sprite.”

“And to think I was going to let you conduct fourth quarter,” Percy laughs, looking over her head as someone dropped an instrument down the stands. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

Percy nods and places his hand on the back of her neck to drag her head closer and press a sweet kiss to her forehead before he turns around to stalk to the mess of band kids.

He was a man with a mission, dodging around the students at the football game. He was a bit surprised that there were so many people there this time, but he plows through them, wanting to get back to Annabeth before third quarter ended. The lines of the concession stand were long, and he stood there impatiently, shifting from one leg to the other. He genuinely believes that there should be some rule that seniors get to skip the line because right now, it was just filled with a bunch of freshmen who thought going to football games would get the seniors to notice them.

Well, he supposes it did, but not in a good way. More of a I-want-to-throw-this-fourteen-year-old-in-a-trashcan kind of way.

By the time he finally had the sprite and skittles in hand, it was almost five minutes later, which left him only fifteen minutes of a break before he had to be back on the podium.

He hurriedly approached Annabeth from behind, a wide grin on his face because let’s face it — he was kind of in love with her — but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed a guy standing tall in front of her. There was an uncomfortable feeling building in his gut as he took in the way the unfamiliar face looked at her. Percy stood out of her sight for a few more seconds, trying to control whatever was bubbling under his skin before he made his presence noticed.

“Hey,” Percy says lightly, glancing at the guy before turning to Annabeth. “Who’s this?”

Annabeth’s face falls at his tone of voice for a split second, and if he didn’t know her as well as he did, he might not have noticed at all. “Oh, uh— this is Ethan. He’s the drum major from the other band. Ethan, this is our other drum major Percy.”

Alarm shoots through Percy as he notices that she didn’t say boyfriend.

Ethan sticks out a hand in greeting, but Percy just stares at it, unaccepting. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he was being irrational, but right now, all he can think about is how much he hates the way Ethan is looking at her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Ethan says, retracting his hand awkwardly. “You guys had a great show. You’re definitely going to be getting a superior at MPA.”

“Thanks,” Percy says shortly, trying to stifle the fire inside him. Ethan’s eyes were still on Annabeth and that needed to end now. “We’d say the same, but we weren’t actually watching your show.”

Annabeth blinks at Percy, surprised. “Well, I was paying attention and I thought you guys did amazing,” Annabeth clarifies.

Percy sees red. “You weren’t watching their show,” he says with a tight smile. “We were sitting in the back messing around the whole time, baby.”

Ethan’s face falls and Percy feels a twinge of victory. “Are you two dating?”

“We are.” Percy’s arm snakes around her waist as she stays silent. This time, there’s an unreadable expression on his face, but he’s too busy trying to make it known that Annabeth’s his girlfriend that he doesn’t pay it any attention.

“I’m sure your director loves that.”

“Excuse me?”

“Having both of your drum majors date? Sounds like a bit of a mess if you ask me.”

“No one did,” Percy says, a glare in his eyes.

Annabeth’s hand rested on Percy’s back, rubbing in a calming manner. He could tell she was trying to warn him.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You brought it up.”

“Actually, you did,” Percy points out.

“Okay,” Annabeth interrupts, turning to Percy. “We should be heading back to the stands.”

Percy doesn’t even try to respond, instead pointedly laces his hand with hers and turning around to stalk off, not giving Annabeth a chance to say goodbye to Ethan. He pretends not to notice Annabeth’s rushed wave over her shoulder.

He had planned on going back to the stands, but last minute, he decides to walk right by it and towards the dark area behind the football field. It takes Annabeth a minute to catch up, and then she’s looking at him, confused.

“Where are we going?”

Percy doesn’t answer. He keeps leading her into the unlit area of the field, treading through some unkept grass. There were no students over here as he brought her behind an empty building.

“Why are you—” Annabeth was cut off as Percy pushed her against the building and settled his mouth over hers.

Percy could still see Ethan behind his eyes, staring at Annabeth in a way he shouldn’t — in a way Percy found repulsive. He tried to forget it, to remember that she chose him, as he kissed her hard, pouring everything into it.

“Percy—” Annabeth breathes against him, her hands pressing to his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. “What’s going on?”

“I love you,” he says instead, his hands travelling down to settle on the backs of her thighs. He bites on her lower lip, worrying it until he catches a little sigh coming out of her mouth.

“You’re jealous,” she notes breathlessly as Percy trails featherlight kisses down her neck. “Why— are you jealous?”

Percy goes back to her lips. “He was staring at you,” he says with one kiss to her lips. “And it wasn’t in a friendly way.” Another kiss.

“You were jealous,” she teases, pausing as his hand palms her thigh. “But we probably shouldn’t do this right here.”

“Are you sure?” Percy reaches behind her to unzip her uniform’s jacket. The zipper disengages silently. “You don’t want my lips on your throat?” His words were punctuated by a sharp kiss to her neck. “My hand between your thighs? Are you sure you don’t want that?”

“We only have five minutes before we have to be back in the stands,” Annabeth protests.

“I can make five minutes work.”

“Percy,” Annabeth gently pushes him away. “We’re in the middle of a dark field during a football game,” she says, and the spell breaks.

Percy steps back to press his hands into his face. This feeling inside of him wasn’t going away, and his brain is on fire. He needs to feel her beneath his fingers, to be reminded that she isn’t going anywhere, but she was right. They were at a school event, and if someone was to catch them — he didn’t even want to know what would happen.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes.

“Hey,” she says softly. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t like that guy,” Percy admits, dropping his face onto her shoulder in embarrassment. “He was looking at you gross.”

“He was being friendly.”

“He wasn’t,” Percy says miserably. “We’ve met a lot of guy drum majors, so trust me when I say he wasn’t looking at you as a friend.”

“How was he looking at me?” Annabeth manages, stifling a laugh.

“Stop teasing,” he groans.

Her hand comes up behind him to trace the small of his back. “I’m not teasing you. I just want to know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking that he was staring at your boobs, and I wanted to punch him.”

Annabeth does laugh this time, and he pinches her side. “I love you.”

“You’re making fun of me,” he says. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“You wanted to have sex in the middle of an empty field during a football game,” she points out.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You were jealous,” she says again.

“I was jealous,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be jealous or sorry. You know why?”

“Why?”

Annabeth brings Percy’s face to look her in the eyes. He feels a warm feeling race down his neck as she gazed at him softly. He can feel a calm breeze blowing through the night sky, ruffling his hair. The moonlight shines on her blonde hair, making it look silver in the dark, and it feels nothing short of perfect.

“Do you remember what you said to me on senior night?”

Percy smiles, remembering their first night together. “What did I say?”

Annabeth squeezes his forearm, knowing very well that he remembered. “You said that we were forever. You’re not getting away from me so easily.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You did, and I believed you.”

“Good, because I meant it.” Percy leans in close so he could see her individual eyelashes and smell her clean hair. “Forever.”

And he really likes the sound of that. He can see himself in five or six years with a ring for her, and in a decade with a kid or two. He can see a family with her — a future with her — and he knows that no one person who probably plays trumpet is going to change that.

“You’re stuck with me,” she whispers, leaning closer and breathing slowly.

“That’s not a bad thing at all,” he says, closing the gap between their lips. Finally, the thought of the other kid is not on his mind. The only person he’s thinking of is Annabeth, and he may only be eighteen with barely any wisdom about the world, but this sure does feel like forever.

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #percy and annabeth #my writing #anon #asks #luke will come into play later on ;) #also i always write while distracted as heck so go easy on me #also validate me please🥺 #marching band au

[probably-writing-x]

Provoked.

Guzmán x Reader

Request by @parkerschurros : Hi! I love your writing sm. If you are still taking requests could you do a guzman and female reader sort of enemies to lovers kinda thing where they’re sort of sassy to each other but it’s just jealousy/sexual tension and one of them catches the other flirting with someone else as a party and everything just comes out. Thank you so much!

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“You’re never going to win, Guzmán,” You roll your eyes, throwing another ball and sinking it into one of the half filled cups of beer.

“Don’t you remember what happened last time?” He cocks a brow, gulping the drink in one.

You let out a laugh, “You cheated, that’s enough to make you think you’ll win?”

“Enough for me to know I distract you,” He shoots a wink in your direction before throwing another of the balls and landing it on your side.

You and Guzmán had known each other for all of a few years and the entirety of that time had been filled with irritation, anger and arguing. He annoyed you more than anyone you’d ever met. From arguing in class, yelling at parties, prancing each other - you’d never ceased to stop that continuous battle that had never really had an obvious cause.

“Okay honey, I have places to be,” You smirk, landing the ball in the last cup on his side and finally ending this far too competitive game of beer pong.

“Cheers, love,” He grins, raising the cup in your direction before downing the drink.

You roll your eyes and head back away from him and into the crowd of people that had built around the party. Samuel was hosting and the cramped flat made it near impossible to stay away from Guzmán for too long.

“Hey (Y/n),” Omar smiles when he sees you, he was leaning against one of the kitchen counters with Ander beside him, “You look great by the way.”

“Thanks,” You grin, “As long as Guzmán doesn’t spill any drinks on me tonight, I should stay that way.”

Ander lets out laugh, “You guys are seriously impossible at this point, why do you hate him so much?”

You glance over to where his attention was focused on a girl you hadn’t met before. She was petite with bold features, slim and a fair bit smaller than him. Her brunette hair fell in formed curls around her shoulders and she shot him a smirk that told you she probably had intentions tonight.

“I don’t know,” You mumble in response to Ander’s question, thinking way back to the first time you’d ever met Guzmán.

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“With her times Guzman, she’s fast enough to beat you. If you seriously want to take on swimming competitively, you need someone to fight against. (Y/n)’s good enough for that and I won’t listen to you complain about it anymore,” His swim coach explains, grabbing his things from the side and walking out of poolside.

Guzmán grabs his towel from the bench and drags it over his face, “So what are you? Just here to prove to me that I’m a shit swimmer?”

“I’m just here to keep my scholarship,” You shrug, “I don’t particularly care if you’re a good swimmer or not.”

“Scholarship?” He scoffs, “So you’re just trying to keep up your image of being a Las Encinas kid? You’re like the rest of them?”

“I’m not like anyone. You trust fund babies wouldn’t know how to distinguish a poor kid from another one though, would you?”

“Watch yourself, (Y/n), okay?” He shakes the towel through his hair, “This place will eat you alive with an attitude like that.”

“I didn’t need your advice, Guzmán.”

“We’ll see about that, love.”

- - - - - -

“Maybe she doesn’t really hate him,” Omar nudges Ander and they both raise their brows at you knowingly.

“Oh relax,” You roll your eyes, “We’re not going through this again, we all know what happened with Lu.”

“Ahh you mean when she realised her boyfriend cared more about annoying you instead of being with her? When she started picking up on how he watched everything you did instead of focusing on a word that she said?” Omar laughs, “You’re telling me that’s equivalent to hating someone?”

- - - - - -

“Guzmán you’re late,” The professor points out the obvious as Guzmán strolls into the classroom, his hair still damp from the pool.

He takes the seat in front of you and you can’t help yourself when the opportunity is there.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure if you keep practising you’ll be matching my times soon.”

“You think I can’t beat you?” He turns around and focuses on you, yet to even pay attention to his so-called girlfriend sat beside him.

“You think you can?”

“Don’t pay attention to her, darling,” Lu brushes the lapels of his jacket and tries to turn him towards her, “She’s just trying to keep hold of that scholarship for all it’s worth.”

“If I beat you by the end of this year, you finally let me take you to the club with me. If not, and you somehow win, it’s your call, love.”

“Why are you so obsessed with getting me to the club?”

“There’s something so tragic about watching the princess lose her crown when the opportunity presents itself.”

- - - - - -

Your eyes fall back to Guzmán who’s still chatting away to the girl who’d taken his fancy. You’d spent years with a seething annoyance towards everything that boy did. From everything he said to everything he did - it’s like the two of you met each other for the sole purpose of finding someone who you despised.

Maybe it’s the alcohol in your veins but you find yourself thinking back to some different times with Guzmán. The boy had always encouraged you to be your best - never letting you get away with less. And, when it wasn’t him you were competing against, that boy was damn supportive.

- - - - - -

“Aiming for a personal best today, (Y/n)?” Guzmán calls as he walks along poolside.

It was a termly swim gala today and you were competing in the majority of races. You hated how it was split into females and males. Lord knows if you got the chance to swim against Guzmán at a time like this, you two would both put in excess effort to make sure you didn’t lose the crown.

“Aiming to beat your time,” You shrug, shaking out your limbs as you walk towards the podiums to start.

“Good luck, Princess. Don’t let that crown slip too far.”

Lu glared at you from her position on the podium only directly next to you, “Guzmán, aren’t you going to wish me luck?”

He tears his eyes away from his opponent to look at her for a split second, “Good luck, Lu.”

“I don’t know what he sees in you,” She mutters under her breath, evidently recognising the demise in her supposedly perfect relationship.

“He doesn’t see anything. I’m just competition.”

Maybe you don’t even believe it. Why did you two put so much emphasis onto each other instead of anyone else? Especially when he was in a relationship. When was the last time he focused that much attention onto Lu?

When the gun sounds, you dive in and it instantly feels like an instinct. You become completely unaware of everyone and everything around you. Though, when you breach the water, you find yourself focusing in on a specific voice above the rest.

“Go on (Y/n)!”

And that tone, normally so cocky and irritating, gives you that push to go just a little bit faster, push a little bit harder. Right until you touch the wall on your last length.

As you pop up out of the water and tread on the surface, Guzmán is instantly crouching on the side in front of you, grinning with some level of pride.

“Personal best!” He beams, “You’re really set on beating me, huh?”

“I’m set on staying well away from your so-called fun at the club.”

He laughs and shakes his head at you, clasping your hand like he would do to one of the boys, “Good job, (Y/n).”

- - - - - -

“Fuck,” You weren’t really sure at what point you’d decided to start walking towards Guzmán with evident intent.

You weren’t even sure when you’d left Ander and Omar. But here you were. Making a direct like towards Guzmán across the length of Samuel’s flat.

“Guzmán, can I speak to you?” You say, not caring about any of the words this other girl was saying to him.

He looks at you with a look between a frown and a smirk, “Is there a problem?”

“Guzmán.”

He glances toward the girl and doesn’t care to say anything more as he follows after you to wherever you were leading him.

And somehow, you find yourself in the only empty room here. The bathroom.

“Is this where you try to kill me o-“

“I fucking hate you Guzmán.”

His face falls slightly, “Is that what you brought me in here for? Because I was having a nice conversation with... well I can’t remember her name but she seemed nice.”

“You’re infuriating!” You exclaim, “You literally make my blood boil, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so irritating!”

“You’re hardly easy to deal with either, love,” He was getting defensive.

Sure, the two of you hated each other. But you’d never explicitly said it like this.

“And yet somehow, you’re the only reason I’m where I am. You force me to get up out of bed in the morning and train so I’m not falling behind. You make me keep my wits about myself and not let people take advantage of me. You make me say what I think and you provoke me beyond belief so I have to force myself to keep composure.”

He swallows the lump in his throat. This could go one of two ways and he was sure of the outcome that he wanted.

“You make me feel...something. Beyond high school drama and Las Encinas, you make me want to do better. And I hate you for it.”

“It’s your fault, you know?” He scoffs, “You’re the reason for all of that. I was cruising along just fine at school until you came along, I was the best swimmer on the team, I had Lu, I had everything. And then this scholarship kid shows up who’s faster than me, smarter than me, funnier than me, wittier than me. And all of a sudden, it felt like everything crashed and I just had to focus on her.”

It’s you that’s stumped now.

“Yeah, I might piss you off and wind you up and make jokes and shit,” He continues, “But it’s only because I fucking hate that you made everything in my life turn on its head. And, somehow, beyond all of that, you’re still this genuinely good, caring, conscious person. And it infuriates me because I don’t understand how someone can have all of... that.”

“Looks like we’re both to blame for each other’s demise then.”

“Something like that,” He scoffs, glancing down at his feet.

“I fucking hate you, Guzmán,” You let out those final words before you grab at his shirt and push him against the wall, uncertain as to what any sort of reaction from here would be.

He stumbles at first, mentally too, as he tries to muster any composure he had left in him.

“Always so competitive,” He mumbles, flipping you around so you’re now pressed against the hard brick and he looms over you.

“You told me if I beat your time, it was my call.”

“Then, what is your call, love?”

With that, your lips crash against his in a twisted battle for dominance, both of you not wanting to give in so quickly. It’s messy and your hands aren’t really sure where to go or where to be. But it works. It’s like every single neurone in your body fires at once and you’re electrified by a madness that lasts longer than any argument between you two.

His hands are all over your back as yours move into his hair until you’re both losing any power in your lungs. He pulls away, chest rising and falling in time with your own.

“That was your fault, love.”

You hum in response, “I didn’t hear any complaints.”

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[drowseoftaylor]

Like Thoughts Inside a Dream (brian may x reader)

Summary // You’re marrying the love of your life Brian May tomorrow...or so you think.

Warnings // swearing, “cheating”, and (lots and lots of) crying :) oop and fluff

A/N // Oh hello my lovelies. I guess I have no excuse to not write fan fiction now, right? Well, with the quarantine and all. As always, I hope you are all feeling and doing very well. It will get better, okay? This is not the first time the human race has had to cope and adapt to catastrophe, and we have made it through before. We shall do it again. But enough of that. For now, let’s pretend a little. 

All my love xxx

(pretend this gif is of ‘77 Bri)

//

The date was May 20th, 1977. Brian and you had been together since the summer of 1974, and now it was the day before your wedding. Oh, how time had flown by. In the start of your relationship, you had had stolen moments in broom closets and bathrooms in bars. Now, you had a diamond ring on your left finger and you were putting on your white silk robe with the word, “Bride” embroidered on the upper back.

You and Brian had decided to get married on the countryside in England. Simply because that is where most of your friends and family were. You both had rented out an amazing old castle for the event, and you were to be married tomorrow at noon just outside in the castle garden.

Between all the families, children, touring roadies and their families, etc. there was about 200 guests that would be surrounding you and Brian for the bonding of your eternal love the next day. But, at this moment, you were brushing your hair and taking off your makeup from the day in your own suite. Brian was not with you, as you both decided to have separate rooms for the night before the wedding, so the next time you guys would sleep and well, sleep together would be as a married couple. The idea was suggested to you by Veronica, John’s wife, and you both thought that the idea was great.

The clock now read 11:58pm, and you were in your lavish nightgown, tossing and turning in the bed. Not having Brian next to you was surely very odd, as you have not slept away from him for any reason, not even when he was on tour because you worked for Queen. You quite literally were the seamstress for the band. It wasn't just an Elton John lyric. You loved every second of your job, and that is how you met Brian all those years ago.

But in all honesty, you missed him and wanted him by your side, and you thought that having him hold you tonight would take some of the jitters away about tomorrow. You knew being away from him was just for one night. But, would it really hurt if you snuck into bed with him? He was just four rooms down the hallway after all. After a moment or two of contemplating, you decided “fuck it”, and threw your robe on and some slippers, then started to pad down the hall.

As you approached closer and closer to his door, you started to hear a thumping sound come from inside one of the rooms. But, as you were still two doors down at this point, you thought the sound was just coming from Roger’s room. “Wonder who the lucky girl is tonight”, you chuckled in thought. When you finally reached his door, your heart instantly fell to the floor.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck. Please baby faster. Fuck, you're so good.”

Who in the hell was that? Was Brian really cheating on you the NIGHT before your wedding day? Was this really, actually happening? He treated you with nothing but the upmost love and respect for the last three years. This wasn't Brian, it just couldn't be. But, it was. This was him room. He had some girl in there with him, taking your place, the night before he was going to promise himself to you.

With all of these thoughts racing through your head, you had no idea what to do. All you knew was that your body started to feel hot and you felt your hands and whole body start to shake with rage. Your eyes filled up with tears, followed up with ringing in your ears. You wanted to bang on the door and tear Brian to shreds as soon as he answered, but, you just couldn't. You were too heartbroken. How, in the fuck, could this be happening?

So, instead of causing a scene, you decided to run back down the hall and into your room. You opened the door and slammed it shut before running to your bed and throwing yourself on it. You promptly cried yourself to sleep. This was worse than being left at the fucking alter. Being cheated on? Your heart was literally incinerated.

//

An hour, maybe two, you didn't know, passed. You were in the limbo between asleep and awake, and still felt tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N? Honey, you awake?” 

You didn't know if that voice was coming from a dream or real life. Frankly, you did not want to know, because that voice was undoubtedly Brian’s. You did not know whether the voice was real or not until you smelled his scent and felt his arm wrapping around your waist, and pulling you in.

“Brian...”

“Yes, baby?” You felt him smile against the skin on your shoulder as he planted a kiss there.

“Get the fuck out of my room.”

He chuckled. “Come on, Y/N. I know that we said we wouldn't sleep together the night before the wedding but I missed-”

“No, no. I said to get the fuck out!”

You pushed him off of you and jumped out of bed. You turned on the bedside lamp and crossed your arms, watching him get out of bed too and look at you with a very shocked expression. 

“D-did I do something? What’s wrong?” His curls shook as he spoke, his eyes looking worried and full of concern.

A deadly silence fell upon you two.

“Who was the girl?”

“What? What girl?”

“The girl, Brian. The fucking GIRL!” You started to shake with anger again as you screamed. 

“What fucking girl?? I have no idea what you are talking a-about!” 

He was clearly slurring and stumbling over his words.

“Wait, are you fucking drunk?” You walked around to his side of the bed, and when you did, you could start to smell the booze on him.

“Uh, I think so?” He started to chuckle and reach out for you, but you pulled away.

“Who even are you right now?! You get drunk, fuck some girl, then waltz into my room the night before our wedding expecting to have a quickie?” 

As you speak, the anger seething through you is reaping through your veins. The man that you love more than anyone in this world is a man that you truly don't know at all, and to make matters worse, he was trying to deny it all.

“Y/N, please s-low down. I-I am a little drunk, I think. I don't know who this girl is. Rog and I-”

“No, stop. Stop fucking talking. Brian, I love you so much. But, I don't know who you are right now. Do I deserve to be hurt? Do I deserve to be played like a fucking instrument? Why did you even propose if you want to cheat on me? What did I do to deserve this??” 

At this point, there are tears streaming down your face again. Brian is not even following your words. He’s lightly swaying and shaking his head to try and listen to your words.

“Y/N...please, I don't even know what you’re saying, just please slow down.”

“Fuck you, Brian. You weren't telling that groupie to slow down. So, you can marry her tomorrow instead of me. She sounds like fun.”

Brian’s hands flew to his hair and he turned away from you and banged his fists against the door. Then, he turned around to face you again, leaning his head against the door. 

“Y/N, what in the fuck are you talking about?? Roger and I-”

“NO! Get out! I fucking mean it Brian, get out. It’s done. Go sleep off your hangover and affair. You’re gonna be marrying your mistress tomorrow.”

“You’re acting fucking insane. Come here and let’s t-talk...” He waltz towards you chuckling softly, but you just pushed him off you so hard he literally flew into the door and the lamp on the nightstand fell and shattered on the floor. He started at you wide-eyed and shocked as all hell.

“Goodbye, Brian.”

He left without another word, audibly crying.

//

It is hard to describe at this point why you were standing on the podium in front of the grand mirror in your wedding dress. Your hair and makeup done as well. The only two things left to do is to don your veil and beautiful custom made high-heels.

You were just staring at yourself in the mirror. Staring at Brian’s bride-to-be in the most lavish gown the world has ever seen. Courtesy to yours and Freddie’s impeccable taste. But soon, your thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from your left.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?’

“Yeah, sorry John. Lost in thought I guess.”

“That’s ‘kay, love. So was I on my wedding day. God, I was just so excited to marry Ronnie that I couldn't keep my head straight. You feel like that?”

John started to put on and adjust your veil as he spoke, smiling at you as you watched him in the mirror. As you watched, Freddie and Roger you saw too, to your right, and they were admiring your shoes.

“Shouldn't you guys be with Brian? I mean, I’m so grateful for you all to be here, but I-”

“Darling, Brian is as steady as a rock on marrying you. You need to be monitored at the moment. Been acting so mopey all day. Probably just cold feet. Even John got cold feet on his wedding day, right?” Freddie said turning to look at you.

“That’s right. But, it was the best decision I’ve ever made, marrying her. You and Brian were made for each other, okay?” John said this as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed a soft and quick kiss on your cheek. This made you eyes flutter shut, and tears start to stream down your face.

“I- I cant breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. Oh my god, I cant do this.”

Tears were ruining your makeup and your heads flew to your chest as the boys came up to you and tried to calm you down over the loud sounds of you gasping for air.

“Y/N, please tell us what’s wrong, love. Here, come sit.” Freddie took your arm and led you to the couch that sat underneath the window and wrapped his arm around you.

A long silence. Only your tears and gasps could be heard all around. The boys’ hearts breaking at the sight.

“Brian...he...” your voice cracked as you choked on the words.

“He what?” Roger and John crouched down in front of you, as Roger inquired.

“...he cheated. Last night. I went to go sneak into his room and I heard him shagging some bird. Then, he came into my room drunk and pretended to have no idea what had happened and-”

A long and loud chuckle came from Roger as he stood up in front of you and ran his hands through his hair. The rest of your faces fell as you stood and yelled at Roger.

“Something funny, Rog?” Now, you were filled again with anger.

“Y/N, that wasn't Brian you heard last night. It was me and some bird I picked up at a pub down the street. Brian was asking what you could’ve been so mad about last night. That was it. That wasn't Brian you heard, it was me.”

“What? I don't understand..” Your mind started to race. This had to be some kind of joke.

“Yeah! I took her back to the castle and left Brian at the pub we went to last night. John was with us, too. Brian’s room was closer than mine, so that’s why you thought it was him shagging someone. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“So, why the fuck didn't you tell me first thing this morning after Brian spoke to you about it?”

“Love, I’m still really hungover from last night. Wasn't thinkin’ ‘bout these things.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. How could you be so blind? So stupid? Now, you were sobbing again. This day was supposed to be the best day of your life. How could this happen? You didn't even give Brian a chance to explain.

You broke from Freddie’s grasp as you stood up suddenly and ran out of the room in your wedding gown and veil. You then burst into Brian’s dressing room down the hall. There, you found him head down at the vanity crying, in his gorgeous black tuxedo. You closed the door behind you and lent against it. The sight of him broke your heart more than when you thought he had cheated.

He lifted his head quickly at the sound of you closing the door and he turned his body to gaze at you. Through tears and a broken voice he said,

“Well, this is two traditions now broken. Not ‘spossed to see the bride in her gown before the ceremony.”

Your tears fell around the small smile that broke onto your face. Your body slid to the floor and your gown pooled around you. You looked up to the ceiling in defeat. Where do you even start? You had no clue, so you said nothing instead, waiting for him to cast the first stone.

“You look fucking...amazing. I-”

He started to cry again, so you looked at him through your heavy, tear-filled eyelashes.

“Yeah?” you sniffed while chuckling lightly. “I looked a lot better when I wasn't sobbing over almost ruining our marriage before it had even started.

“How dare you say that you ruined it? Y/N, the guys took me out drinking last night. I had too much. I remember you yelling at me for thinking I cheated on you? So, I asked the guys about it this morning and Rog posed the thought that it was him you might have heard, but he wasn't sure. He didn't know you were out in the hall. Not to mention, I should have never been drunk and-”

“B,” you started. “can you just, come here?”

You gave him a lop-sided smile and could tell you looked like you had just beaten up and broken down. Now just realizing the silliness of it all.

He got up from his chair and gently moved your dress out of the way before sitting behind you, putting you between his legs as you lent against his chest, both of you still against the door. You both just sat there wrapped up in each other for a while, when all of a sudden you both burst  out into laughter. It wasn't a chuckle either, it was a whole-hearted laughter radiating out from both of you.

“Why are we laughing, again?” you ask still crying a little, but this time from laughing so hard.

“Well, for one, you thought I cheated on you when really it was just Rog being stupid, and two, we are currently in wedding costumes sitting on the floor, making all of our guests wait as we cry over nothing to cry about.” He laughed again and kissed your temple. You didn't respond right away, instead you held his arms that were wrapped around your chest closer to you.

“Can I say something?” Brian almost whispered.

“Of course.”

“If you thought I had cheated on you, why did you still plan on marrying me?”

“Probably the same reason you were in here sobbing all by yourself”.

Another silence. But, a one filled with love and devotion this time.

“And what reason would that be?” He cooed in your ear, then leaning his forehead against the back of your head.

“Because no mistake or fuck up is enough to overpower what we have. I mean... do you remember that time on Ridge Farm when I tripped on that stupid fake rock and split my knee open? You literally cancelled all recording that whole day to ‘nurse me back to health’. Or, that time that I had the flu and you delayed the whole entire Day at the Races tour just to stay home with me? I would never leave you for a mistake. I know it wasn't you now, but at the time, when I did, I knew you weren't having some elaborate affair, you just fucked up once. I didn't mean what I said. I would never leave you. For better or for worse. I know I haven’t said that officially yet but, that doesn't mean I don’t mean it now.”

By now, your body was turned around in his arms and you were facing him. He was lightly crying (still) and so were you. 

“You know that I would never leave you either, right? I would also never cheat on you. Also never forget that I will always delay tours and recordings to tend to your bloody knees and runny nose. Please know that, love.”

You looked at him, like truly looked at him for the first time in 24 hours. Brian, your Brian, was no cheating wanker. He loved you. He put you first and last every time, for everything. It was storybook love. This whole situation made you realize that love did indeed exist. It also made you realize that love is stronger than catastrophe. If you two could get through this, and you both wanted to stay even when there was something (seemingly) going terribly wrong, you were both there to stick it out. No matter what.

Brian smiled so sweetly at you. “My beautiful, perfect, princess bride.”

He kissed you with intensity and passion. Both of your eyes closed immediately, and your heart felt full.

When he pulled away, he glanced at the clock and it read five minutes to noon.

“So, wanna get married now? If we’re done with all the drama that is.”

You swatted his chest and laughed before wiping your eyes.

“I need Freddie to help fix my makeup first I look-”

“-so...fucking...beautiful.” 

Brian finished your sentence and then helped you to your feet. Before you knew it, you were standing at the alter marrying the man you love. Sometimes tragedy is not what it seems...

//

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[leqclerc]

i just adore your i want everything playlist!! if you wanted, could you tell us what made you pick each song and if there was a specific race that came to mind with them? (i was def thinking of bahrain for the first few songs!) love you 💛💛

Oh 🥺 First of all thank you so much 👉🏻👈🏻 I’m glad you liked it! 💕 Secondly, that’s a fantastic question and I’ll happily share my little, uh, director’s commentary. You’re spot on about the first few songs being based around Charles joining Ferrari and his first races in red, with the highs and lows of Bahrain obviously being a sort of character development milestone for him. In my head the playlist loosely chronicles his development throughout the 2019 season - although there’s a bit of 2020 creeping in there too, especially towards the end.  

1. Suzi Wu - Taken Care Of 

Use it to admit I’m not strong in a place where I feel invincible/Got some brand new shoes/I’ve got nothing left to lose/Baby don’t you know I just cruise/In a place where I feel invincible/Mama, Papa love me, I think so anyway/Mama, Papa love me, at least that’s what they say/Mama, Papa love me/I am a beautiful disgrace/I am so beautiful

Those lyrics just scream Charles to me, tbh. “Brand new shoes” and “nothing left to lose” made me think of Charles finally wearing red like he’s always dreamed and feeling both the elation and the pressure of being a Ferrari driver. There’s that high of feeling so self-assured and invincible, immediately followed by doubt and self-criticism, which, like you pointed out, has major Bahrain vibes.

2. Huntar - Expectations

Crawl, scrape your knees until you've won. Run, till doubt is filling up your lungs, it's always preying on the young/I try to drown it out, I still hear the sound/ Beating in my brain, running through my veins, I’ll never be the same/And oh, will it ever be enough?

Again, pretty self-explanatory. After he was signed some people were already skeptical, doubting if he’ll be able to handle the pressure of driving for Ferrari, up against a seasoned four-time world champion, wondering if maybe he got promoted too quickly. I’m sure he’s wondering that himself at the start of the season.

3. King Princess - Tough On Myself

Nobody told me to sit down and shut up and take this shit slowly/ I get too tough on myself/Sitting alone, making fun of myself

Another song in the same vein. Charles has admitted many times that he used to be quite impatient and wanted everything to quickly fall into place, and that often meant he was too hard on himself after making a mistake. 

4.  Josef Salvat - alone

Secretly I’m not as sordid as I say I am/I’m bursting at the seams waiting to hear again how great I am/ Doing my best to juice the last out of my youth before it ends/I wish I’d done it a bit better, kept my cool around the bends/ How can you leave me just right when my head and I can’t be alone?

This feels like post-Bahrain, or maybe even post-Baku. Obviously, Charles has definitely got a thing for praise and loves to seek approval from those he looks up to, people whose opinions he values. But again that’s contrasted with his tendency to self-flagellate when he makes an error.

5. L.A. Rose - Heat 

It’s not passion till you bleed a little for it/It’s not real its its gone and you no longer holding on to it/If we want to get close then we’ll need to get lost in the heat of it

This song, in my mind, marks the start of the “evil” arc. Monaco was pretty much a write-off, which hurts doubly in Charles’s case as it’s his home race and for the past few years he’s had shit luck on that track. Post-Monaco he had a good run, with three podiums in a row (France, Canada, Austria.) I think the general consensus is that Austria was sort of the beginning of that evil arc, with Max’s aggressive move being deemed legal by the stewards. It’s kind of a pivotal moment for him, having this victory snatched away in the final laps like that. I think it really made him sit down and re-evalute his strategy going forward - notice how he becomes visibly more daring and aggressive in his overtaking maneuvers after this, notably in his rematch against Max in Silverstone. What happened in Austria and how he felt afterwards shaped him going forward and sort of set the stage for the back half of the season and all the drama and controversy to come. 

6. Elley Duhé - Lost My Mind

A pain seeking, strange feelin’s taking over me/Please don’t judge me/I am acting, acting differently/Please always love me/Even though I lost my mind/Wake up, survive/I will get better, yeah, one day at a time/Something ain’t right, I lost my mind/But I could get better, one day at a time

This is kind of a follow-up to that, touching on that shift that occurs between Austria and Silverstone and shapes him going forward. Even if he knows something’s off in his behaviour he keeps at it, still in pursuit of a maiden victory.

7. Miki Ratsula - Wicked 

Maybe you’re already too broken/Maybe you can never see/Imma waste my time on this wicked feeling/These hands been burned too many times/Save my mind from the pain you’re dealing/Cut ties as I pick up on the signs/ I was way below the surface, I was hurting/Tell me how does it feel now

Another sort of darker song. I think this would work for that stretch around Belgium and Italy. He’s adding to his pole position collection, and in Spa he finally gets his first taste of victory (albeit tainted by the circumstances.) But victory goes hand in hand with more erratic, questionable behaviour and controversies (the qualy drama in Monza, for example, and then the whole black and white flag shenanigans during the race.) 

8. Halsey - Don’t Play

Alone out in Saint-Tropez/ Lookin’ as fine as a damn Monet/Tryna hydrate on Perrier/Everybody thirsty, drinks on me/ I’m moving on, I’m getting paid/I’m on my own, I had some space to deal with it/I’m moving on, it’s getting late/Go and grab someone and find a place to deal with it/Motherfucker, don’t play with me

He won in Spa, he wins in Monza. Prince of Ferrari, king of Monza. He’s a Grand Prix winner now. He’s been dubbed Il Predestinato and so far appears to be living up to the moniker. Obviously he gets a bit carried away with the hype of it all, starts feeling more confident as a person and as a driver, finally feeling like his hard work is paying off and he’s getting the results he deserves. Also I’m not sure about the exact timeline but I think the whole breakup thing might’ve happened around this time as well. Maybe he’s a bit sharper, a bit meaner now, more guarded, but isn’t that just a winner’s mentality?

9.  BONNIE X CLYDE - Bad Behavior

Taste like honey when we kiss/Weʼll be sinners you and I/Leave you with no alibi/Meet me at my bad behaviour/I know that youʼll thank me later/Everything you have is mine

Another “evil” arc song. I can see this being set around the Singapore-Russia stretch, with the “I want everything, I just think it’s not fair” radio message in Singapore and then the team strategy drama again in Russia. If you have shipping goggles on you can also assume Seb and Charles are having angry, no-strings-attached hookups around this time. 

10. Hayley Kiyoko - Demons

Don’t bother me, my misery/It’s holding me, won’t let me speak/Please forgive me, I've got demons in my head/Tryna eat me, tryna feed me lies until I’m dead/You can’t go and pray this type of pain away/ I feel like I can’t breathe, I feel like I can’t sleep/How did I not see? I’m unwell

Okay, this one’s just really vibey. And it plays on the whole fanon headcanon that Charles is some kind of demonic entity - there were a lot of fics being written around late 2019 about Charles making hellish deals and sacrificing his soul, being a demon, etc. I love the “How did I not see I’m unwell” part because maybe he does realise he’s acting in...strange, often disconcerting ways, but he’s in too deep now and he doesn’t know how to not to be like this.

11. PVRIS - Gimme a Minute 

A year of lows spent so high/Feeling like I’m out of time/Inner peace is hard to find/They’re asking why/I think I’m losing my mind/Just gimme a minute, gimme a minute/Thought I got through it, maybe I didn’t/Thought it was over, maybe it isn’t/Break a heart, the whole body falls apart/You will never know how far/I came broken from the start/You should know, but you don’t

Kind of skipping ahead now but this is giving me 2020 vibes, everything from “a year of lows spent so high” (I was considering using this line for the title of my fic, actually, but then went with something else), the whole “they’re asking why” thing...He’s trying his best but even that isn’t enough sometimes; the performance just isn’t there, he and Seb are living on borrowed time now that he’s leaving the team, and Charles has doubts about whether Ferrari will improve in time for him to win that coveted WDC, or if he’ll just be another name in a long line of drivers who failed to secure a title with the red team.

12. Fog Lake - Push

I don’t wanna be alone right now/God, I wish it was little bit later/Think I’d rather be asleep right now/Dream about some mistake I made/That’s why I spend each day just trying to get my head on straight/Think I’ll try just a little bit harder/Some people they waste their time/While others just play to stay/I don’t wanna do either of those things, I just wanna make it stop

This one’s slower and kind of moodier and I can easily imagine this playing in the background after Turkey - the grey sky, the rain, Charles’s self-loathing and guilt and anguish at making a mistake and throwing away what could’ve been a rare podium in an otherwise unremarkable season.

13. Phoebe Green - Maniac

Your fragile heart and your paper skin/Such a beautiful boy filled with so much sin/Your reflection is your very worst enemy/Behind the glass is an angel, but the devil’s beneath/You’re so lonely, choked on money/Do you ever feel like you completely?/You’re so quiet, eyes look tired/You look like you’re barely alive/You’re so pretty when you’re spitting in the sink, but you can’t think straight

I think thematically this one’s more 2019 than 2020 but it sonically fit better down here, towards the end of the playlist. The first time I heard it I was floored by how well the lyrics fit with all these fanon headcanons about !depressed Charles and how he’s wallowing in misery and has all these unhealthy coping mechanisms. 

14. Amber DeLaRosa - Burden

I could always be better/ I’m just a burden and I need your love/I’m so uncertain, tired of yearning/ I’m just a call for love, but you can’t get closer/Somehow I’m always too much, yet never enough

We’re getting into the last few songs and they’re definitely on the shippy side. This one’s just peak pining, emotionally constipated Charles, wanting something Seb can’t necessarily give him. Also heavy on self-loathing.

15. Saro - Please 

Please let me be the promise that you keep/Offering my soul for something real/A sacrifice to feel/Please let me be the weakness in your knees/Part me from my heart, my fate is sealed/A sacrifice so I can feel/ Don’t call me a mistake, don’t throw me away/Maybe our time is up, maybe I’m not enough

My personal favourite from this playlist, hands down. Intensely pining Charles, trying to make the best of his time with Seb, knowing they don’t have much of it left. I --- god, I can see him, like, getting on his knees and offering himself and just wanting to give himself to Seb completely and---fuck. Massive see you falling fic vibes.

16. 5 Seconds of Summer - Lonely Heart

Down on my knees, I’ll always follow/I promise you until the end of time/If you leave me in the morning I’ll have such a—Such a lonely heart/If you can’t find another reason to stay, then I know I’m gonna always have a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely heart/ Your precious heart, can’t watch it break/So I close my eyes while you walk away/Can I have a second chance? Can I have another dance? Can I start another life with you?/When I wake up in a haze and I haven't slept in days you’re a thousand miles away

I’ll be honest, I never really paid much attention to 5SOS, but someone linked me their playlist and they had “Red Desert” on it and...honestly the more I listened to their new album the more it hit me that so many of their songs have Sebchal vibes? And also they’re just, like, vibey. I already used “Lover Of Mine” on my Sebchal playlist, and here’s another song. Kind of an angsty ending, but fitting imo.

#replies #anonymous #music #long post #like EXTREMELY long omg #i feel like i never get asked about songs/playlists but goddamn it the moment someone gives me a reason to talk i just can't shut up #sorry nonny 🙈 #hope you found something here insightful at least! #and thank you again for your kind words and your interest 💕

[bssaz97]

Juane and ruby go missing for a year only to show back up to tell yang she’s an aunt and ren is The Godfather

Missing For A Year… (1)

*At the newly reopened Beacon Academy, a large groups is congregated in front of a new statue inside the school, currently covered in tarps. Of this group consists the remains of team (R)WBY, (J)NPR, SSSN, CVFY, C(R)D(L), FNKI, Ace-Ops, (S)TRQ, Penny and Pietro Polendina, Maria Calavera, Winter, Willow and Whitley Schnee along with their butler Klein, Ghira and Kali Belladonna, the redeemed Illia Amitola, Mercury Black, Emerald Sustrai, and Neo Torchwick, as well as the entirety of the Arc Family and Athena Nikos, and the old Beacon Faculty. They are all seated in the auditorium as the newly appointed Headmistress Goodwitch takes the podium.*

Glynda: Good Afternoon everyone, I know for many today may not be such a good day. Today we are here to commemorate the death of Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc, two of Remnant’s greatest heroes. They sacrificed their lives today precisely one year ago at the final battle against Salem. You here are the many who know what the war was like and what it has cost. ‘Sigh’ I knew both Miss Rose and Mr. Arc, I want to say that they were two of the most exceptional students during their time here, but that would obliviously have been a lie.

Everyone: *Laughs*

Glynda: While they may have not been the most prominent of their peers, they held the most promise. I know for a fact that Ruby Rose was born to be a huntress, but it was her heart that made her a great one and Mr. Arc....I knew when he first came here that he was wildly unprepared for the trials that were to come before him. He did not excel in any subject he was in, and at the time he wasn’t particularly strong, but he more than made up for that with his desire to learn and to support his team. They were.....

*The Audience saw that Glynda took a moment to compose herself. Those who knew Goodwitch always aware that she cherished her students very much. After the Fall of Beacon, she had to count the amount of students had been slain by Grimm, Atlesian Knights and White Fang Insurgents. It was difficult for her to keep her emotions hidden at times but kept a strong front for many years, but she wasn’t perfect. As she recomposes herself she continues.*

Glynda: They were wonderful students and showed us all that even the most simple souls can conquer great forces. As such, we are here to commerate them and those who have fallen throughout this conflict by adding this monument to our newly reestablished Beacon Academy, so that others may know of their heroic deeds and ultimate sacrifice for all mankind.

*With that the tarp is removes and showcases a statue of Jaune and Ruby together in similar poses to the statue at the front of the school. Behind it is a large marble wall to serve as a memorial to those who had fallen at the fall of Beacon and its reclamation.*

Yang: ‘Sniff, sniff’ See sis...I told you you’d be the bee’s knees. Just wish you’d be here to see it.

*The group gathered are so preoccupied with the commemoration to notice that the main doors opened and someone walking through. At the stage, Oscar Pine prepares to say his own words.*

Oscar: I hadn’t known Ruby and Jaune as long as many here, but they have had a profound impact on my life. They encouraged me when I was pretty much thrusted into a conflict I was gradually unprepared for. But they were there for me and I will always be grateful to them. Ruby...Jaune if you can hear us, we miss you and we hope you two are in peace.

*The person walk towards the group, while everyone is too busy to focus on the new guest. At this point Weiss Schnee has taken the platform.*

Weiss: Ruby was my partner and team leader but more importantly than that she was my friend and sister in arms. I can’t say we started out that way, I constantly butted heads with her and wasn’t the best teammate at first. As time continued, I saw her for the qualities that made her a great leader and a powerful huntress. But she is more than that...she’s my best friend. Who I miss every day.

*The person stops to take a seat behind everyone else and waits until the event is almost completely done.*

Yang: That was great Weiss, thank you for saying that.

Weiss: I meant every word, I....I just wish Ruby and Jaune were still with us. ‘Sniff, sniff’

Neptune: You did great, I’m sure she would have appreciated to hear that.

Weiss: ‘Sniff’ Thank you. I just miss them so much.

Yang: Me too, Weiss. Me too. *Wipes a tear with her bionic finger, when someone next to her hands her a tissue. Which she takes and blows her nose.* Thank you.

Ruby: Any time sis!

* * * * * ‘Ding!’

*Everyone in attendance does a double take and looks to her right to see her ‘deceased’ half sister right next to her with a box of tissues. One of which she uses herself.*

Ruby: Everyone has said so many nice things it’s *Blows Nose* So beautiful!

Everyone: RUBY?!?!?!?!

Ruby: Huh? Why is everyone so surprised? I mean I was a bit surprised nobody invited me to the reopening of Beacon and a little ticked no one tried to contact me.

Yang: Ruby? You’re here? You’re...YOU’RE ALIVE! *Grabs her sister in a tight embrace that almost turns Ruby blue*

Ruby: Guh...Yang...can’t Breathe!

Yang: Wait a minute! *Lets her go* You’ve been alive this entire time? Where have you been?! We looked for you for almost a year!

Ruby: Oh, well I was preoccupied with my-.

Voice: Look I’ve already told you I’m a former student here, now if you just let me through!

*The front door opens once again to reveal another guest, this time in the form of the ‘deceased’ Jaune Arc, with baby carriers strapped onto him. He looks over the crowd and stops the person he’s looking for.*

Jaune: Ruby, there you are I was looking all over for you! Man you won’t believe how rude these new guards are. Barely let me in here without a fight.

Ruby: Hehehe. Sorry Jaune! I just got so excited to see everyone again that I guess I forgot to wait for you.

Everyone: JAUNE?!?!?!?!

Jaune: Huh? Oh hey guys, long time no see!

Nora: F-Fearless Leader? You....YOURE ALIVE!!! *Prepares to glomp him. Making his eyes enlarge.*

Jaune: NORA STOP!!! *Outstreched his arms.*

*Nora almost collided with him when she stops mid air, she falls down when she takes note of the little people on his chest. One girl and one boy.*

Nora: Are...are those...?

Jaune: Yeah they’re babies. Well more particularly me and Ruby’s babies.

Everyone: BABIES?!?!?!?!

Ruby: Well of course they’re our babies, I mean Jaune and I have been married for almost a year now.

Everyone: MARRIED?!?!?!?!

Yang: OH FOR GODS SAKE WILL EVERYONE JUST CALM DIWN FOR TWO SECONDS!!!

* * *

Babies: *Start crying*

Yang: Oh shi-! *Rushes to the two infants sides* No, no! I didn’t mean you two! Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Please don’t be mad at Auntie Yang.....oh gods, I’m a Auntie!

Ruby: Yep. Also Ren and Nora are the godparents.

Ren: G-Godparents! *Blushes*

Nora: ‘GASPs!’ I. Have. God Babies! *She grabs the boy and holds him above her.* Oh my gods you and I are gonna have so many adventures together! Oh my wittle, shmittle, melittle...what’s this baby’s name?

Jaune: That would be Rowan.

Nora: Rowan! My little man, I’ll take you on all my conquests and together we will rule the lands!

Rowan: *Cute baby laughter*

Jaune: Not even a day and she’s already claimed him. Sorry little guy.

Yang: *Moves towards his side* Annnnd this one would be? *Gestures to the baby girl*

Ruby: This is little Summer.

Yang: *With permission from Jaune she grabs the baby gently and hold Summer in front of her* Summer huh?

Summer: .....*Cute baby giggle*

Yang: *Blushes* ....I’ve only known this baby for five seconds but I would protect her with my life.

Ruby: Yep babies will have that effect. But I’m really surprised that you didn’t know about them until now. Haven’t you been getting our letters?

Yang: Letters?

Ruby: Yeah, the letters we’ve been sending you every month for the past year.

*Everyone looks perplexed about what the young mother was talking about.*

Jaune: Wait you guys are serious you haven’t been receiving any of our mail to you all?

Neptune: Dude for a year we thought you guys were dead!

Ruby/Jaune: HUH?!?!?!

*Both finally noticed that everyone was wearing all black and that the decoration around them was fit for what seemed to be a wake. Including the giant memorial statue in the back of the auditorium.*

Ruby: What the-? JAUNE! Did you not send any of those letters through the mail!

Jaune: Of course I did! You had them all stamped right?

Ruby: .......oh gods I forgot about the stamps.

Jaune: What?! How could you forget about the stamps! That’s the only way to make sure the mail gets to where they’re supposed to go!

Ruby: It’s hard ok! They get so sticky and at the time it was hard to do so without ripping them. I thought they’d make a exception.

Jaune: Ruby, the postal services always check for stamps, otherwise they don’t send the mail!

Ruby: Oh~ I’m sorry.

Jaune: ‘Sigh’ Look it’s fine Ruby, I didn’t check and assumed the stamps were there in the first place so we’re both to blame.

Ruby: ‘Sniff’ Thank you dear! *Hugs Jaune* I love you!~

Jaune: I love you too Rubes!~

Weiss: .....Ruby....Jaune.....

*The lovey dovey couple suddenly stop their affection when they feel an icy chill up their spines. Slowly they turn around to see their longtime friend Weiss Schnee behind them with a shadow overcasting her eyes and Myrtenaster in hand.*

Ruby: N-Now Weiss! Let’s talk about this!

Jaune: Y-Yeah it was a honest mistake!

Weiss: I know...that’s why you get a five second head start. Right now.

*Without a word, both husband and wife race outside the doors and run for their lives.*

Jaune: The kids will be ok right?!! We can trust the others to handle them right!!!

Ruby: Yeah they’ll have a blast!!! Just don’t look back!!!

**Explosion!**

Weiss: YOU DUNCES!!! COME BACK HERE AND TAKE HOUR PUNISHMENT!!! YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR ALL THE TEARS I’VE SHED!!!

-Fin-

Author Notes:

Yes i made a JoJo reference.

I decided to add my two OC Lancaster babies. This is not canon to that particular AU but I loved the idea and consider it a AU to the AU.

I may continue this for a little if you guys want. Probably nothing too serious but fluff.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #lie ren #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #oscar pine #qrow brawnwen #taiyang xiao long #raven branwen #penny polendina #pietro polendina #maria calavera #glynda goodwitch #rwby lancaster #rwby blacksun #rwby iceberg #rwby data farms #winter scnhee #whitley schnee #willow schnee #ghira belladonna #kali belladonna #illia amitola #mercury black #emerald sustrai #team fnki #team crdl

[missjanjie]

Branjie Fic | Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer (6/?)

Title: Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer Summary: Brooke Lynn is a graduate student anxiously embracing her new position as her favorite dance professors’ new TA. Vanessa is a sophomore dance major who just might make her way into being more than the teacher(assistant)’s pet. (lesbian/university AU) Word Count: ~2.6k (this chapter)/~16.1k (total) Relationship: Branjie (Vanessa ‘Vanjie’ Mateo/Brooke Lynn Hytes) Rating: E

Read on AO3 | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch.5

Competition, almost by definition, creates a high-pressure situation for those involved. Competing against someone your girlfriend wants to murder, however, is a whole other echelon of stress. Vanessa did her best to ignore the anxiety and doubt it all brought, letting her determination conquer an propel her into the competition full force. She was a firecracker on the floor, she commanded the crowds’ attention and received it in abundance.

And as quickly as it began, it ended, that was the case for the contestants especially. Everyone on the floor and in the audience held their breath in anticipation. Third place was called, and a petite blonde beamed as she took her spot on the podium, holding up her trophy with glee. Tension only grew before the next place was announced.

“In second place, from right here at New York University, Vanessa Mateo!”

Vanessa was happy, of course she was. But second place almost felt worse than first, because she missed the winning title by that much. Still, she took her place and put on her most dazzling smile as she was handed her trophy, and in a day’s time she knew she would be able to appreciate the award for what it really was. She listened in anticipation for the winner to be announced – she was ready to size up whatever stand-out was in the contest, she wasn’t going to let herself be intimidated.

“And the first-place winner, from Julliard, Lily Byrne!”

Of course, she won, Vanessa thought. Out of everyone she could’ve lost to, it was the one person that was already stirring the pot between herself and Brooke Lynn. Without that outlying factor, she probably would not have minded losing to her – her performance was breathtaking, and, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she deserved the win.

Besides, if Brooke’s reaction was to be anything like it was when they first met Lily, this might not be a loss at all. Ever since she had gotten a taste of what jealousy could do to her, she had been craving more, but nothing had quite gotten her to that point again, which Vanessa found frustrating in every sense of the word. And her friends were useless in their advice, “just tell her what you want” – they didn’t get it, it wouldn’t be the same. It was spur of the moment, unprompted, passionate – you can’t just plan it out by request.

But Brooke Lynn seemed damn cheerful when she approached Vanessa, she hugged her tight, picking her up and spinning her around. “You did so well, baby,” she set her down and kissed her cheek. “I know you’ll get the gold next time,” she cooed, her arms still snugly around her. When she looked up, she noticed two women around her age looking at them, and they were standing just close enough for her to eavesdrop.

“See? I told you she’s the one that, you know…” one of them said, making an obscene gesture with two fingers and her tongue. Both girls giggled, causing Brooke to blush fiercely and abruptly drop her grasp on Vanessa and shove her hands into the pockets of her jeans.

“Let’s get out of here, Vanj,” Brooke murmured, heading towards the exit with Vanessa, who looked resigned to the idea that she was definitely not getting any rough, celebratory or angry sex tonight. But they had only gotten halfway towards the exit when they faced another interruption.

Lily had just gotten away from the congratulatory crowd around her to make her way over to the couple, or to Vanessa anyway. She caught her in a bear hug until the shorter girl started to wriggle in discomfort – not from the tightness of the grip, but how Brooke’s expression was one of dejection than of fiery disdain, like she simply didn’t have the energy to deal with Lily’s blatant flirtation, perhaps due to the gossip only moments prior.

“You were so great out there, I totally thought you were gonna win,” Lily chirped. “You’re still coming to my party tomorrow, right?” as with last time, she was intentionally icing Brooke out to focus on Vanessa but holding herself in such a way that only the couple knew what was happening.

Vanessa hesitated, glancing towards Brooke for confirmation. When she got the silent affirmation, she turned back to Lily and nodded. “Yeah, we’ll be there. I don’t skip out on parties,” she said with a forced laugh, deciding it was best to lighten the mood and alleviate the tension, or try to, at least.

“Oh yay! By the way, it’s gonna be a Halloween theme, so wear a cute costume,” Lily hummed. “Though any costume would be cute on you,” she winked and trotted back off with her trophy in tow.

Brooke exhaled deeply, as if she was holding her breath through the whole exchange. “That girl is exhausting,” she murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How does someone so bubbly suck the life out of me? She’s gotta be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Vanessa’s brows knitted. “Explain the metaphor while we go costume shopping.”

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“You know I’m only doing this for you, right?” Vanessa remarked as she looked at herself in the mirror. “And because I look good as hell. I ain’t never thought of trynna rock orange hair,” she added, adjusting the wig she had on. It fit nicely but looked far from realistic. “Who are we again?”

Brooke sighed as she pulled her hair into pigtails. This was the fourth time she had received this question. “You’re Poison Ivy and I’m Harley Quinn,” she replied. While she wasn’t the one that suggested couple’s costumes, she had suggested the comic book pair – mostly because Vanessa had been insistent on being able to wear a ‘slutty’ costume because ‘it’s tradition’. “Grab a coat, you’ll freeze if you go outside like that,” she added.

Vanessa rolled her eyes but grabbed a coat – Brooke wasn’t wrong – her costume consisted of a green bustier and panty adorn with plastic leaves paired with tights and knee-high boots in the same color scheme. “Are you just gonna go out in that?” she asked and gestured to Brooke’s costume which, while covering her entire body, was skin-tight and not very thick.

“Of course not, let’s go,” she said, walking out the door as she buttoned up her coat.

Lily’s apartment was a ten-minute uber ride away, and the girls were in good spirits by the time they had gotten inside. There was a couple dozen guests, all dressed in various Halloween costumes and mingling throughout the festively decorated space. It was busy enough that it took almost ten minutes before the host had even spotted them.

Once she did, she made a beeline right towards them. “Vanessa! You came!” Lily’s costume wasn’t easily discernible to either of them – it seemed like something that could be worn to class. “You look so cute! See, I’m dressed as Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale, get it? Because of the hair?” the blank stares she received did not phase her, as if she hadn’t even noticed. “Come with me, you have to meet the other dancers,” Vanessa couldn’t object before she was dragged to the other side of the room.

This left Brooke alone, holding both of their coats. She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, hanging up their coats in a nearby closet before pouring herself a drink. Everything is fine, you can’t control who flirts with her, her internal monologue rang out. She leaned against the counter, looking to see if she could spot Vanessa in the crowd while ignoring the guy trying to grill her on DC Comics trivia.

Even if it was an easy question, Brooke hadn’t even listened, “I don’t know, and I don’t care,” she said flatly, pushing past him as she went to search for her partner in crime. She scanned every person she walked past, nearly stopping a girl dressed as Poison Ivy before realizing she was too tall and too white to be her Poison Ivy.

Finally, Brooke heard Vanessa’s distinct laugh and was able to pinpoint her. Granted, she could probably pick Vanessa out of a crowd of hundreds from her laugh alone. She took a deep breath and counted backwards from ten, not wanting to come in hot and make a scene. In fact, she was trying to stay positive – it could be good for Vanessa to make friends with dancers at Julliard, it’s never too early to start networking, right?

But when Brooke got close enough to see what was going on, she realized Vanessa was fucking far from networking. No, instead she and Lily were dancing and giggling, dancing too close for far too long. Lily had an arm draped around her shoulder and playing with her wig as if it were her hair. Every now and then, her hand would wander and rest on her waist while she would grind up against her, all while Vanessa didn’t bother to keep her distance. In fact, she seemed to be inviting the attention.

“Hey Brooke Lynn,” Vanessa greeted with a clearly faux-innocent tone. She had stilled her dancing to a halt and took a few steps away from Lily.

Lily seemed a little too proud of herself for having gotten that far with the obviously taken girl. It was just another competition that she had won, and she looked from Vanessa to Brooke as if she were dangling another trophy in front of her face.

Brooke pressed her lips together, fighting the lump in her throat. Her heart was pounding, and her cheeks were red, and the only thing covering that was the black mask around her eyes. “Real classy, Vanjie,” she hissed, turning on her heel and heading straight for the door, stopping only to grab her coat on the way out.

Vanessa instantly pushed Lily off of her, realizing her plan to get Brooke riled up was blowing up horrendously. “Brooke! Brooke Lynn! Wait up!” she shouted, racing after her. She, too, had haphazardly yanked her coat off the hanger as she left, knocking down several others in the process. She ran as fast as her boots would allow, desperate to catch up with her. It wasn’t until they were outside of the building that she had finally managed to. “Brooke, hold on, please,” she pleaded breathlessly.

And she did, grinding to a halt and turning to face her with crossed arms and a narrowed gaze. A couple of tears had slipped out of her eyes, but they had been caught under her eye mask, the last thing she wanted was to be reduced to that much of a weak mess in front of her. The mask couldn’t hide all of the anger and hurt in her expression, however. “What the fuck was that, Vanessa?”

That caused Vanessa to freeze in her tracks. Brooke hadn’t used her real name once in the duration of their time together. From her first introduction, she was always Vanjie, if not a pet name – which she secretly liked even more. She felt like a child being scolded, meek and unnerved. “It wasn’t anything for real, I was just fucking around, I swear!”

“I know you were just ‘fucking around’,” Brooke spat. “You know how I feel about how she acts around you, and how hard it’s been to not let it get to me. So, you go let her feel up on you for what? To see how I’d react? To make me jealous? What sort of childish bullshit is that?”

Vanessa looked down, tail between her legs. “No…I mean yeah, I guess that was kinda it. But I didn’t want to upset you, I just…the day we met Lily, you got so intense and passionate and…fuck, gave me the best damn orgasm I’d ever had. I wasn’t gonna let it go anywhere, I didn’t kiss her or nothing.”

Brooke took a deep breath, closing her eyes tight. She exhaled and opened her eyes, though it was more like she was looking through Vanessa than at her. “So, this was about sex?” she clasped her hands behind her neck and stared up at the cloudy night’s sky. “Is this a game to you? Has this whole thing just been a fucking game?” she shook her head and laughed bitterly. “This is all my fault. I knew this was going to blow up in my face,” her voice was strained, and she was no longer even able to look her in the eye. It was all too much.

“Of course, this isn’t a fucking game!” Vanessa huffed. “But I thought you trusted me. You didn’t need to freak and storm out like that!”

“The only thing I didn’t need to do was fall in love with you!” Brooke shouted.

Then there was silence. She hadn’t admitted to anyone, not even herself, just how strong her feelings had grown. She was in way over her head, in a powder keg a second away from exploding. So, before Vanessa could respond, she ran off.

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“Let it out, honey. It’s going to be okay,” Nina soothed as Brooke cried with her head in her lap.

Nina was, undoubtedly, the one person Brooke felt safe enough to be completely vulnerable with. Normally she would have just gone home and drank herself to sleep, but the wounds were so fresh and cut so deep. And on top of that, she had just told Vanessa she’d fallen in love with her. Those were heavily weighted words.

“I don’t even know if I meant it, or if it was just the heat of the moment…but shit, I didn’t think I could feel so strongly for someone after two months. And to let her play me like that, it’s fucking humiliating,” Brooke sniffled, reaching out to grab a tissue and wipe her eyes. There were too many emotions, it felt like she was slipping into a pit of quicksand and Nina was the rope she had to grab onto to keep from drowning. She kept replaying that night over and over – the hurt she felt seeing Vanessa and Lily, the explosive anger she felt when she chewed her out in front of the apartment building – how was she supposed to go to class on Monday and act like everything was fine? That meant that, on top of everything else, she was going to have to end up telling Katya about what happened, too.

“I’m not sure if this makes it better or worse, but the things people say in moments of passion are often the most truthful. You know, like how they say drunken words are sober thoughts? Maybe ‘in love’ is a little strong, but you wouldn’t care so much if you didn’t love her at least a little,” Nina told her, gently stroking her hair. “It’s okay to open your heart, even when it starts to ache. Sometimes we need that to feel alive.”

Brooke slowly sat up, wiping her eyes and shifting to a cross-legged position. She had since traded her Harley Quinn bodysuit for an over-sized t-shirt and a makeup-free face. “It’s just…the worst thing about it is if I am in love with her, she couldn’t possibly love me back. You don’t just play with someone’s feelings if you love them…am I overreacting?”

“Maybe, but you’re hurting. Your feelings are valid. I think you need some time to recuperate, maybe call in sick on Monday. I’ll always be here to help you either way,” Nina promised.

Brooke was torn between accepting that her feelings were valid and suppressing them to move on. Part of her resented Vanessa for having such an impact on her, but maybe Nina was right. Despite all of the hurt, this was the most alive, and the most human she had felt in a long time.

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Functions and Feelings (V) - BoruSara

Chapter 5: Stage Fright

Characters/Pairings: BoruSara

Rating: T

Genre: Romance and Humor

Summary: Boruto wins a bet with Sarada to let him be her personal body guard during the Five Kage Summit to be held in Sunagakure. The functions they attend help them both to slowly realize their true feelings for each other.

This is also a sequel to my one shot Perfect Balance. You don’t need to read it in order to fully understand the story, however reading it will give you a good start to understand the context.

Chapter 1: The Bet

Chapter 2: Transit

Chapter 3: Balconies

Chapter 4: Cover Up

Chapter 6: Escort I

Outside the function hall Sarada was pacing back and forth, furiously reading her talking points again and again. She wiped her sweaty palms on the sides of her dress.

"What is that idiot doing?" she fumed quietly. He was supposed to be here to watch her speech. "Where is he?"

She opened the door a bit to take a peek. Standing on stage behind the podium, Iruka Umino was giving a lecture about the education system in Konoha's Ninja Academy. He was explaining how they patterned the new curriculum to the modernization that they were currently enjoying, while still preserving the traditional ways of forming young ninja. The room was filled with students, parents, educators, ninja, and business investors. It was common for large corporations to favor ninja academy graduates since they often showed a large amount of talent.

The thought that there were three hundred people in attendance made Sarada's legs feel like they were made of jelly. She had no problem single handedly facing ten rogue shinobi at a time, but public speaking was a fear she had yet to overcome. It was silly and she knew it. Being hokage entailed speaking in front of large crowds, to convey sincere thoughts and ideas, while keeping them engaged. Giving a short testimonial of the curriculum she had studied, and say a few encouraging words for the next generation to enter the Ninja Academy should be a piece of cake, right? Nope.

She closed the door and leaned back on the wall. She bit her lower lip, willing it to stop quivering. Sarada crossed her arms and held on to her shoulders. She could feel her eyes prick from the tears that threat to spill. She was standing all alone outside the function hall. It was well passed noon and the sun was baking the desert below. Despite this, Sarada felt so cold. Having a nervous breakdown before her speech would be unacceptable. Please, she begged herself. Not now.

"Sarada!"

She snapped her gaze towards the voice. Her dark eyes took in his form, and her tears were now pooling at the corner of her eyes.

Boruto came running down the hall, his right hand was holding a dark blue cape. This was the coat Naruto commissioned just for her. It was a gift to show her—and all the allied nations—that he was recognizing her as his successor.

She felt her stomach twist, and her heart flutter. Boruto always did have a knack for showing up just in time.

He stopped in front of her and draped the cape over her shoulders. Quickly, Boruto snapped the top buttons together to hold it in place. He then dusted her off. There was sand falling on the wooden floor.

He took in large gulps of air, trying to steady his breathing. The young Uzumaki ran across the entire Sand village to retrieve Sarada's cloak. She had left it hanging at the back of her chair at the restaurant she had lunch in with Kagura earlier. Boruto had realized she wasn't wearing it when they were already at the venue.

He looked at the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank Kami I made it in time. You should really stop spacing out whene—"

He was cut off when he felt two hands clutch at his flak vest. Boruto looked down to see that her closed fists were trembling. He felt panic arise in his chest. "Oy!" He held covered her small fists with his warm hands. "What's wrong?"

Sarada lifted her head and gazed into Boruto's deep blue eyes. "There's so many people," her voice quivered. "I-I can't do this." Her grip on his vest tightened.

His blue eyes softened. He knew she had stage fright. Trying to cheer her up, he pulled out his best sarcastic voice and teased her. "Oh come on. How are you supposed to be Hokage if you can't even deliver a simple speech?"

Of course it didn't work.

Her dark eyes went wide and she gasped.

Sarada would usually get angry, and give him a witty comeback followed up with an insult. No one dared step on her Uchiha pride. However, her frustration in herself merely intensified ten-fold. Boruto was right. How was she supposed to lead the village and be acknowledged if she couldn't deliver a twenty-minute speech in front of three hundred people?

Her insecurities came rushing out, clawing at her. Naruto knew about her stage fright, which was why he insisted she take on this role in his stead. He wanted Sarada to get over her fear. Naruto was a natural with people, everyone just loved him. For Sarada, it was different. She was an Uchiha. The general view on her and her family varied. She would never admit it, but it always hurt her feelings whenever someone would say mean and judgmental things about her clan—especially if it was about her uncle Itachi.

Sarada tore her gaze away from her teammate. She clutched his vest a little tighter in hopes to relieve her anxiety. He was right. She couldn't become hokage due to this silly fear of hers. What was she even thinking?

Sensing his slip up, Boruto mentally kicked himself and went straight to plan B. He wrapped his arms around her small frame in an embrace, and pulled her close. Her cheek pressed against his chest. Boruto stroked her back up and down, and then in soothing circles.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," he apologized. "You'll do great," Boruto assured her. "I'll be inside the entire time. Just keep your eyes on me."

Sarada sniffled. She was blushing so hard it should be illegal. "Really?"

Boruto chuckled. He could practically hear her pouting through her words. He found it amusing how Sarada always wanted him to say these things out loud, despite knowing what the other was feeling. He knew it wasn't because she didn't trust him. A part of him liked to think she just enjoyed hearing his voice. "Of course!" He beamed. "I'll even walk around so it'll look like you're scanning the crowd."

Sarada laughed. "I have to admit, that's crafty."

He felt her loosen up, but decided to push his luck a little further to lighten her mood. "You're so tense! Come on, let it out!" He lifted his hands to his sides.

Sarada was confused. She pulled away from his chest and looked at him. His smile was full of mischief, but his eyes reflected nothing but sincerity. "I'll let you squeeze me like a stress ball so you can get that tension out of your system."

"What?" She screeched, momentarily letting go of her composure.

He and grinned at her. He loved it whenever she forgot to keep up her stick-in-the-mud-act. "Come on, go ahead!" He was still holding his arms up like a scarecrow. "Squeeze me as hard as you can, just don't break my spine so I can still walk over to the nurses' station," he joked half heartedly.

Sarada gawked at him. What kind of idiot willingly lets someone break his bones, just so I would calm down?

An idiot who had fallen head first into love.

Sarada smiled, shortly it turned into a face splitting grin—it even made her eyes disappear. She couldn't believe this guy, or fathom the lengths he went to support her. A light blush painted her cheeks as she giggled.

Boruto's an idiot, but he's her idiot.

He drank in the sight of her and relished the sound of her giggles. He felt his cheeks heat up, and butterflies flutter in his stomach. Again with this feeling. He looked away and pouted at her. "Shut up and just do it already!" She's such a weirdo.

The young Uchiha composed herself, but she couldn't stop smiling. "Alright, alright."

She stepped closer to him. Boruto shut his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the pain to come. He was expecting her to at least break a few ribs, and prayed to Kami even harder that was all he was going to get. Boruto knew it would hurt like hell, but he could easily have it healed. This speech was important to her, and he had to make sure it went well.

Boruto felt her hands touch his chest. He winced out of habit, despite not even feeling any pain yet.

"Stop being such a baby." Sarada rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on his chest, tiptoed, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

Feeling her soft, warm lips on his face, Boruto felt his whole body light up in a blaze. His eye lids flew open and turned to look at her. His daze must have lasted longer than he had expected, as he only saw the Uchiha insignia at the back of her cloak. Her long, raven hair was swaying as she walked into the function hall.

His body reacted far faster than his brain could function. The heat in his body intensified, and his face turned bright red. Boruto's fingers hovered over his cheek. "Wh-wha-"

After a few seconds, Boruto staggered back into the wall, now fully grasping what had happened.

Sarada kissed me.

"WHAAAAAT?!" He shouted.

The people passing by the hallway gave him dirty looks. He was disrupting the quiet needed for the talk.

His thoughts were racing a million miles a second. She kissed me! He screamed in his head as he clamped his hands over his mouth. Oh Kami. She's never kissed me before. His brain couldn't wrap around the concept. Other girls have kissed him before, but this was no 'other girl.' This was Sarada Uchiha.

His face was dark red, and he was still staring at the door that led to the function hall. He heard clapping from the inside. After taking in rapid breaths to calm himself, he finally came into his senses.

He realized why people were clapping—it was Sarada's turn to speak.

"Oh shit!" He staggered into the function room, and saw her climbing up on stage. Boruto ran to the back of the hall.

Sarada could still feel her lips tingle from the kiss. She looked straight ahead as she approached the podium, delaying her need to look at the audience for as long as possible. Finally, she reached the podium and looked at the crowd. The young Uchiha felt her knees go weak, and her mouth suddenly felt dry but when her eyes landed on a mop of blond hair and large blue eyes, she felt all her nervousness flutter away.

Boruto was at the back, waving his arms over his head to catch her attention. Once her gaze rested on him, he gave her two thumbs up and a million-ryo smile. He grinned even wider when he saw her lips curl up.

Sarada couldn't help but feel a smile creep up her face. The sight of him waving his arms around and grinning like an idiot knocked all of her nervousness away. She licked her lips, his taste lingering a little longer as if to encourage her on. She opened her mouth and begun her speech.

After three minutes, Boruto didn't even need to walk around anymore to make it look like Sarada was sweeping her gaze over the audience. She was doing it on her own, and had visibly relaxed. She even placed in a few jokes that everyone seemed to enjoy.

As for the young Uzumaki, he watched her fondly and felt pride swell in his chest for her. She was one step closer to her dream.

His heart tightened and his stomach flopped more and more as he watched her on stage. He was getting all of these strange feelings that he had been feeling since their encounter on her balcony. This is nothing. The heat's probably just getting to me.

He tried to shake it off, and finally convinced himself it was the high temperature that was playing with his thoughts. However, when their eyes met over a crowd of three hundred people for a split second, he felt his resolve melt away and the realization hit him like a thousand chidoris.

Oh shit. I'm in love with Sarada.

A/N: This was one of my favorite chapters to write. It’s also the idea (along with ‘Balconies’ that drove me to write Functions and Feelings. Thank you so much to everyone who has supported my story so far. An even bigger thank you to Poodie and @levadia for beta reading for me. You guys are awesome. <3 

Let me know what you thought about this chapter, please! 

You can read more of my stories in my fanfic master post or ff.net account.

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