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3 (pls be as lengthy as yu wannnttt i waannnaaa knnnoowww) and twenty five!

Bestie thank you for the ask and i'm so sorry for the delayed response!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Ok now is the time to confess I started writing a prosenna au last year where ayrton survives imola and comes out of retirement to drive for prost gp in 1997 (as discussed at length with @k-ky!). I have such a great scene that inspired it all; it's already drafted but I don't know if I'll ever get round to finishing it properly because I can't be bothered with all the set up needed for it. Mid-90s onwards is also a period in F1 i'm not very familiar with so I don't know if I want to do all the research needed for it too. I will post it under a cut at the end of this ask though so it's out there in some form ;p

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

I absolutely love those times where you have an idea so vivid and perfect that you can't write quickly enough to get everything down on the page. It doesn't happen all the time unfortunately, but every so often it happens and the words feel like they're just flowing out of you, like you're a conduit for them rather than actively writing anything. When that happens it's so affirming. I wish it happened a bit more often!

Behold, Prosenna 1997 au that will never see the light of day probably:

Schumacher goes wide down the hill into Mirabeau, tyres skating over the soaked asphalt. For a moment Alain is sure he will hear the noise of breaking suspension, of splintering carbon fibre, but Michael somehow manages to catch it and steers the scarlet car away from the barriers.

It's all that Ayrton needs though; he is through before Michael has realised, as he can only correct the slide of his car. Ayrton always was ruthless through traffic and even now, after everything, he can still take advantage of the smallest gap of opportunity.

The blue car streaks ahead down to the hairpin, round and down to Portier, and all Schumacher can do is fall in to line behind him, and follow.

Alain's hands are sweating as he removes one headphone so the strategist next to him can jabber into his ear about pit stop times, weather forecasts. He can barely concentrate on what is being said. There are still 55 laps to go.

Out of the corner of his eye Alain can see the world tv feed on one of the monitors, nestled amongst telemetry screens. He sees himself on the screen; a paragon of nervous energy, chewing a fingernail, a hand jerking out from under the pit wall canopy to feel the rain, head turning to look at the mechanics in the garage behind him. The picture cuts from this image of anxiety to Ayrton; supreme, faultless, imperious, every apex brushed, millimetres away from the barriers in places, with not so much as a missed gear or a squeal of wheelspin in the spray. The yellow of his helmet shines against the blue car like the sun against the sky.

Schumacher is boxed in tight behind him, trying every line, sneaking his front wing alongside where he can, but he hasn't got the hustle that Nigel had in 1992, and even he couldn't find a way past that day. He'll have to hit Ayrton to move him out the way and he won't dare, not even Michael will try that in this rain.

The laps count down, slowly, slowly. He feels sick; he can't even take a sip of water for fear he would retch it back up on live TV. The track is so greasy; cars are spinning out every lap, it seems. He would hate to drive in these conditions. He remembers his crash in '82, a moment of slide then a sudden smash into the barriers before Tabac, the force of the impact rattling his skull. Christ please just let him finish. I don't care about the win. Just let him finish.

Then the car is swinging round La Rascasse, past the jumble of road signs by the pit entrance, through the narrow gap at Antony Noghes, and Ayrton is out onto the pit straight, sending a plume of spray up into the trees that hang over the track.

The straight is always longer than he remembers; as he watches the monitor, the blue car flashes through one, two, three camera shots before it passes under the waving chequered flag. Schumacher comes past, finally, but it's too late.

The team are hanging over the pit wall, screaming, applauding, and Ayrton slows for them, one fist punching the air.

Alain can't move. He puts his head in his hands, slumps forward onto the console in front of him. Hands are slapping his back, shaking him, and voices shout, reporters already asking questions, describe your emotions, can you believe it, Alain? He ignores them, and presses the radio button.

"Magnifique. Magnifique."

The memories of parc fermé have become lost to him. The overwhelming relief of it's over, he's ok, has blocked everything else out, even the ecstasy of the win. When he thinks of those moments it's only the tv highlights he can see, or the picture on the front and back of all the newspapers the next morning; himself from behind, arms aloft in front of the podium, Ayrton cruising towards him with one hand raised from the cockpit in lazy triumph.

He can't even remember his own thoughts. The highlights they watched, drunk and surrounded by the team at 2am, have replaced everything. He can only hear Murray Walker's voice breaking in his ear.

"Well I have to say, in my many years of reporting on this sport, that I have never seen anything like what we've seen today. What we are witnessing is a very special moment indeed. This is truly historic. One thinks back to Damon Hill's championship last year, to the Ferraris winning in Monza after the death of Enzo Ferrari, but I can't think of anything that touches the heart quite like this.

"Firstly, to see Ayrton Senna, the great Brazilian driver, a three times World Champion who survived a terrifying accident a few years ago but was out of the sport, make a return to racing this year was drama enough. But to do it driving for the team of his once bitter rival Alain Prost was something that no one could have predicted. And now he has won the Monaco Grand Prix, in quite appalling wet conditions. It has been a superlative demonstration of his talent. Martin, I have to say I'm almost at a loss for words. Your thoughts on what we've just seen?"

"Murray, you're completely right. I... I can only echo your sentiments. We've watched history be made on the streets of Monaco today and I don't think we'll see anything like this again in F1 for a long, long time."

"Martin, you drove alongside those two, in the 1980s and earlier in this decade. Can you give us any idea of the emotions they must be feeling?"

"I'm afraid to say I can't, Murray! Unfortunately I never managed to win a race so I can't comment on that. There are only two people who can tell us what they're feeling and we'll hear from them as soon as James can get a microphone in there! It's just- it's just incredible to me still that they joined forces like this. I know after Alain Prost's retirement their relationship improved, but to be working together again, albeit not as teammates but as team boss and driver, is something I didn't think would work out. But I'm often proven wrong and I'm not ashamed to admit that I have been again today."

"Well you have been indeed! Here comes Senna now, finishing off his cool down lap, waving to the crowd as he pulls his car into the number one spot on the grid. And there is Prost, waiting to congratulate his driver. He famously never liked racing in the rain but today it has given his team its first win in Formula One. Senna parks his car between Schumacher's Ferrari and the Stewart of his compatriot Rubens Barrichello - and let us not forget the drive of the younger Brazilian in all the celebrations! Truly remarkable. Well, as Senna climbs from the car, he is straight over to embrace his former foe. This is very, very moving, and I think I will let the television pictures speak for themselves, for once."

He remembers this part. He's already fairly wet, his hair flattened down into his eyes and glasses beaded with raindrops, when Ayrton grabs him with both arms. Sodden overalls are pressed against him, soaking all down his front, and he gets an unintentional bump on the forehead from the yellow helmet. He doesn't understand what Ayrton is saying, if he's even saying anything at all. His fingers clutch at the back of Ayrton's racesuit and he can feel more damp spreading on his back, out from under Ayrton's gloves.

How long they are stood like that, he has no idea. Eventually self-consciousness strikes him, and an awareness that everyone is waiting for them, and he untangles himself from the embrace. He taps an open palm against the side of Ayrton's helmet, gently, in acknowledgement for the drive, the win, because he can't put the sentiment into words. He wonders if the rain is doing anything to cover the tears in his eyes. Probably not.

He shakes hands with Michael and Rubens when they have finished embracing Ayrton. He can sense the podium official's anxiety at the delay, the royal family are stood waiting behind them, but Alain will not be hurrying anyone along. Bernie is probably spitting feathers somewhere because the TV schedules are being pushed back for this. The thought makes him smile.

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love-hatred-stuff · 3 years

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Mad at him } Jung Jaehyun [nct]

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angst, light fluff

》 warning(s):

Jaehyun swears a lot & is kind of a dick, mention of other idols [ma johnny], um that's it ig

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Crap, school is shit!

I was doing homework for hours now and I was still not finished with all of it. It was upsetting me, more than it should.

After I had let out a heavy and annoyed groan I heard my phone ring. Jaehyun, my boyfriend was calling me.

Wow, he actually had the time to call me.

He didn't contact me for a whole day and I was getting more pissed each minute. In the beginning of our relationship, he always made sure how my day was when we hadn't had the chance to meet up.

Today had been an absolute disaster what wasn't making my mood any better.

But I had to suppress my anger for a moment, because he was rather sensitive. What means, I better not get mad for no proper reason.

He started talking instantly after I picked up.

"Hey, sorry that I couldn't call earlier. How was your day?" His voice was monotone and I didn't like that, at all.

I felt the wish that he would've better just let me be for the rest of the day with that attitude crossing my mind. Though I tried ignoring my now mixed feelings.

"Yeah, nevermind. Mine was not the best day to be honest." I tried to reply like I normally would.

"What happened?" I wasn't in the mood to tell him about my whole day.

And because he hadn't had the time to pick me up yesterday too, I decided to tease and play a little bit. Maybe this would make my day better.

"Nothing, that's the problem. I am doing homework for hours now and my brain is about to explode. But luckily, I have Kai. He helps me out a lot, with my problems." It almost sounded like I was only talking to a friend and not my boyfriend. Acting like Jeahyun wasn't my boyfriend for almost two years now.

Since I knew, he gets angry when I'm close to other guys, it's the perfect idea to play with his feelings. Cruel, but effective.

"What do you mean, helping you with your problems? That's what I'm supposed to do. You should better get your ass here now!"

"Don't cuss at me. He's just a good friend I met in school Jaeh." I acted like I was trying to convince him that it wasn't a big deal, but in reality it was what I wanted, of course.

I wanted him to spend time with me, without telling him to.

"Do you think I care if he's just a friend? We had been friends too before we started dating, Y/N." He sounded pissed and I had to smile proudly.

"That's different." I wasn't allowed to mention that I would never replace him, like I usually would, because it had to sound a little suspicious.

"That Kai guy is going to get killed if he thinks he can have you. I want you to come over right now!" I almost giggled at his command.

"I don't think, you really want me there." I expressed my thoughts.

"What the fuck is wrong, Y/N? You know that's not true." I could hear his voice getting shaky and hard to control.

"Ok then. I'll be there in 10." I ended the call quickly before it could get too emotional.

I didn't like emotions, except for the ones I had for Jaehyun. They can easily let you make some real dumb decisions.

That's why I was a rather cold person. I was kind, but I wasn't someone who smiled all day and acted like nothing angered or annoyed me. 'Cause there were always things in my way.

Fortunately I was also a quite strong person, that learned to be in the past few years and I don't give up that easily or let some shit destroy me.

Jeahyun was also strong but I had better skills than him to get what I wanted and my influence on him was just too big to let him win. I always won fights, but that wasn't important in our realtionship. To me it was just an advantage that I would use in such situations.

...

I changed into a short but cute, rosè dress and a white cardigan with brown buttons, put my converse on and fastly walked to Jaeh's dorm.

I had needed fifteen minutes, but it was fine, he would wait for me longer.

I knocked like I always did, three times.

After some seconds Jaehyun ripped the door open and I slightly flinched.

"Holy Shit. What are you wearing?" He scanned my body. I could see, he found it hot but there was also some anger building up in his eyes, and it was rising fast.

"Nice to see you too." I rolled my eyes, inconspicuously also looking over his body. He was wearing sweatpants and a muscle tank top, showing his biceps and toned abs.

He wasn't getting his eyes off me.

"Y/N, this dress covers like nothing. I get it, your curves look absolutely stunning but you have to change!" He angrily commanded.

"Shut up, can I come inside now?" I asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Yes." He stepped away and walked through the kitchen, into his room.

I could sense his tightened jaw and all of his tensed muscles.

"Slow down. It's just a dress." I pronounced looking at him like I couldn't believe how childish he reacted, and at this point I really couldn’t.

"Do you have ANY idea of what the boys think about you when you're wearing this?" He asked and finally turned to me again.

"I would LOVE to know." I ironically said.

"I don't want my girlfriend to walk around like she's just some bitch. Because you're not. These boys are disgusting when it comes to something beautiful like you, Y/N."

Now I'm a bitch? You're done Jaehyun. I thought but grimaced at the hurting word he just said to me.

I know he also called me beautiful, but that wasn't the word that was spinning around my head just now.

When he noticed my face and that I didn't reply after some seconds he tried to apologise.. of course.

"Babe, you're not a bitch. I didn't mean it. All I was trying to say is-" He wanted to grab my arm but I moved back before he could do so.

"No, I got it Jaehyun. I only look like one." I snapped back at him. Not yelling but also not in normal loudness.

I was even more mad than before. And now, I was also hurt. Dangerous Combo.

"No- I- I think it's just too short, Y/N." He wanted to defend himself.

"I understand." My voice wasn't loud anymore at all, but it didn't sound like I meant it.

My voice was pathetically shaking and I was looking on the ground, thinking if it would be the best to just leave now.

"Maybe I should just go. I mean I wouldn't want a bitch in my room either, so..." Talking with a quiet voice, I looked up at him and I saw fear in his eyes.

"No, please-" He stepped forward and was going to take my arm but I backed away again.

"Don't touch me." I warned. His face was getting pale. I didn't miss his teary getting eyes either when I looked at him.

"I'm so sorry. Please don't leave. I really didn't mean it, Y/N. Please, I am just jealous of boys being able to see what usually only I see." He avowed.

"It's fine. I wasn't ready with my homework anyways. I should leave."

"Don't. I want you here right now. Please, I'll do anything." His begging voice spoke.

"But I wanted to get finished today."

"Y/N?!" Suddenly a different person asked excitedly.

I knew who it was and turned around instantly to look at his good looking face.

"Johnny!" I jumped in his arms and he was hugging me back happily.

"Johnny, not now-" Jeahyun was angry once again.

"Let me hug this precious little girl! Hell, you're getting hotter everyday?" Johnny laughed and we separated. He scanned me up and down and smiled mischievously.

"Honestly, if Jeahyun wouldn't date you, surely I would ask you out." He claimed.

"Definitely." I giggled softly.

He was always letting me feel good. And he was one of the guy friends of my boyfriend that I liked the most. He was funny, hella handsome and so nice over all.

Though everything remained on just a friendship, we just always casually played around.

"Hey, shut the hell up. She's mine." Jaeh growled at him and put his hand around my waist, taking back what's his.

I kept smiling but I was also trying to push his hand away, so it was difficult to keep a happy look.

Johnny noticed the awkward situation and started talking to me again.

"Anyways. Do you wanna watch a movie in the living room?"

I opened my mouth and was about to say something but Jaehyun was faster than me.

"No, we were busy." His cold voice was giving me goosebumps.

He could be scary, when he was jealous. I am talking out of experience. Not too nice ones.

"We were not, actually I was about to leave. But because I didn't see you in so long I will stay longer alright?" I suggested when I was back in my senses.

"That's perfect!" John smiled at me.

"You won't hang with my girl, Johnny." Jaeh protested.

I turned around to give my boyfriend a look.

"Could you shut up for a moment? It's my decision since you don't own me. And I'm a bitch right? So it's normal when I hang out with a lot of boys, isn't it?" I started to grow my confidence back but I was fucking mad.

He won't destroy my moment with Johnny right now!

"Did he do something?" The brunette boy in front of us asked.

He was almost two heads taller than me and since Jeah knew I liked taller guys, he was probably freaking out.

"No-" Jaeh started but I thought he could know the truth.

"He said, I looked like a bitch." I told him.

"You did what, Jaehyun?" His shocked voice asked, searching for a reassuring answer in our faces.

"I said sorry already. I didn't mean it okay?! But the dress she's wearing shows almost all of her legs, not to mention her half exposed butt."

"That's no excuse bro. Look, she looks stunning in this dress! There's no reason to fight over." His friend wanted to convince him.

"You better not look at my girl like that, or I have to punch you until you understand." Jeahyun pushed his chest with his fist.

"Calm down man. You should work it out before you come in the living room, I'll pick the movie in the meantime." Johnny decided and walked away.

"Do you let all boys touch you like him?" Now Jaeh asked aggressively, coming nearer.

Now we both had reached a certain line, so I tried to keep it low with my next words, struggling to find a compromise.

"No. I love you. And I wore this dress because I thought you'd find it cute too. Not to attract other boys. I won't wear it in public anymore okay? But you should the fuck calm down and let me talk to Johnny. After all he's your roommate and friend. He won't do anything I don't want." I explained with a strong tone.

His expression softened finally, giving me hope he'd give in eventually.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me for calling you... that?" He wanted to know with puppy eyes.

"I'm not over that yet. It hurted me, Jaeh. I will forgive you if you let me sit with Johnny and watch a movie with us." I claimed and cupped his cheek.

"Fine." He sighed.

We watched an action movie and had a lot of fun. In between time Johnny touched me unintentionally, during laughing and talking.

Jaehyun couldn't hold back and threatened that he would get angry if he would keep doing that. I told him it was fine and Johnny and I just continued like nothing happened.

Don't let your boyfriend treat you like he's in a higher position than you.

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I'll probably do a masterlist for all the groups I stan and write about.

Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned!!! ♡

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