#he becomes a model the day he joins my team

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Does your mother know?

Summary: "Now you're so cute, I like your style And I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile"

When a new Ferrari driver crosses paths with the one and only Sebastian Vettel.

Rating: +18

Warnings: shameless smut, age gap, grief/mourning, slight mdom vibes, y/n being a brat, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 4.8k

Note: more filthy fiction w/ seb! they have a 8/10 year age gap, if that bothers you- don’t read! 

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There's that look in your eyes I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild Ah, but girl, you're only a child

You were the new Ferrari driver. That was amazing, you weren't the first AFAB racing, yet the only one to get in a position as high as that, in a top team. Charles Leclerc was your teammate and you knew him before, you were good friends, you often went out with him and his younger brother, who was closer to your age. The pre-season tests in Bahrain happened, but you didn't talk to the other drivers, more out of insecurity and fear of someone judging you, you preferred to stay in your corner, studying about the car and its possibilities.

Thursday and the day went very well, just press conference day. You saw some drivers, said hello and introduced yourself, but nothing too big, because the focus was different.

Friday was the day. Free practice to test how ready the car was for your style of racing. You arrived early and had lunch alone at the Ferrari hospitality, waiting for the weather to get milder so you could do the paddock walk. When you decided to go, you found Sebastian Vettel doing the same, alone; as soon as he saw you, he started to slow down to keep the same pace. Initially, you preferred to stay silent, you didn't want to bother him anyway - and as you consider yourself an annoying person in general, it would be better to keep your mouth shut anyway. He probably noticed your insecurity-and in a way, fear-of starting a conversation, so he decided to start it.

"Welcome to Formula 1." He smiled and you couldn't deny it, he had his charm. "I've heard a lot about you."

"I hope it was only the good stuff."

"Of course, the newest Scuderia Ferrari driver, who has had an impressive year in Formula 2 and clearly a great contender to take the lead away from the Red Bulls. As well as being the youngest female driver to win that position."

"I'm not that young."

"But you're younger than me, that's for sure." He chuckled low, patting her on the shoulder twice.

"Like you're that old."

"Death is already knocking on my door." You couldn't hold back your laugh and he discreetly paid attention to your reaction, smiling. "Anyway, how are your expectations for the weekend?"

"Great. I hope... Actually, I will get on the podium on Sunday."

"Ambitious, that's what I find amazing about you younger drivers."

"Like you were not the same in your Red Bull days."

"So I've got a fan?" The suggestive tone in Sebastian's voice at that moment didn't arouse anything in you, in your opinion, he was just joining in the fun.

"How could I not? I always saw you as a role model. Especially with your more recent community work.... In fact, if you need someone one day, I'm a person who has a pretty free schedule."

"I'd love to. Mick usually joins me too. Have you met him? You two would become good friends."

"He was from the Ferrari academy, obviously! It's years since I've seen him properly."

You may have understood a pretext that he wanted to set you up with the younger Schumacher, but preferred to ignore - well, that wasn’t actually the case for the moment, he just treated the younger boy as one of his kids. You said your goodbyes, as soon began what you had been waiting for all day.

Practice had been great, the car was living up to your expectations, so the podium you were counting on would come out on Sunday and you could prove to everyone who doubted your ability that yes, you deserved to be among the best. You were radiant, the team director even asked if there was something wrong, since most of the time you remained serious, without smiles and ready to kill someone if necessary; it was as if you could be who you always wanted to be, it was a hard way and the criticism would never stop, but nothing could take away what you were feeling. Going back to your motorhome - since you preferred to spend the weekend there and not in a decent hotel - you saw Vettel walking with his head down, taking his bike and leaving; you thought about saying hello, but he didn't seem to be in a good mood and maybe he wanted to be without anyone in his ears babbling about random things

Meanwhile, on the way back to the hotel, the German's mind could only think of one thing: Ferrari's new driver. Sebastian was conflicted by the conversation with you during the walk, it was strange for him, seeing such a beautiful person and feeling that buzz in his stomach, something he hadn't felt for months. Since Hanna died , he had completely shut down; just thinking about her brought tears to his eyes, because it was hard to live alone after spending since your teenage years by the side of someone you loved, a person who built a family - that now, he juggled between leaving the kids with her family and yours, trying to see them whenever you had a break from racing and that action made you feel guilty, of them not having their father there when they needed him the most. The grief had consumed his body, the first months the only thing that got him out of bed were the race weekends, but with each defeat, his mind weighed more and more; months later, he finally decided to start therapy, he needed to be getting better mentally, he couldn't stay in this situation forever, for the kids, for the team and for everyone that counted on him; and it helped a little, the depression was easier to deal with, the days were lighter, even though the feeling was there. Even though the beaming smile was back around the Paddock and his volunteering to help the environment was back in full swing, it still wasn't enough to make him optimistic about living, even though two years had passed since the whole tragedy and sometimes Hanna's voice came in his head, telling him to move on. For that reason, seeing you walking beside him, smiling and being interested left him with this strange feeling, of a piece of the puzzle finally being found again. He quickly cleared that thought away, it wasn't what he was thinking at all, it was just a happiness to see a person like you on the track - and even if it was a little flare of romance, you were too young for him.

This grief stage wasn’t over, of course, even though he was in the last step: acceptance, although it still hurt deep in his heart and because of it, for a while he hadn’t made the best decisions for his life, however, that stayed only with him. Vettel didn’t open up about it with anyone for a while, friends would come and talk to him, but they only received nods and “I’m fine” type of responses, until the first anniversary of her death, during a Saturday post qualy, where he broke down during an interview and Mick took him back to his driver’s room, on that afternoon he blurted all his feelings out, all the shit he had done during this period, only for two people, Mick and Lewis. Nowadays, he still wasn’t 100% back on his feet again, however, he was trying his best and maybe, the new rookie had something to do with this new motivation.

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Your first race was a success, as hard as it was, p3 came with a taste of victory. That night you chose not to go out and celebrate, you were too tired, because something they didn't tell you before was how the car would suck your energy - it was different to what you were used to in Formula 2.

The weeks and your next races were going well, lots of podiums and scoring zones, but still no wins. The situation of not having any wins yet was driving you crazy, no matter how flawless your performance was, the media was starting to get on your nerves with harsh criticism and you hated to admit it, but it annoyed you having to listen to this negativity while other drivers with cars with equal or better machinery than yours who are still winless were getting nothing but praise. The highlight of the week was on Saturday, after an accident during qualifying, you were in Q3 and ready to take your first pole position, but due to Norris braking hard during an 'S' corner in front of you, there was no time to slow down, your car hit the back of the number 4 McLaren, bringing both of them off track and subsequently causing your current times to be deleted and a red flag. You were angry with him and were ready to cuss him out, however after a rather lengthy conversation while your cars returned to the pits, he acknowledged his mistake and you worked it out; even though he admitted it in the post qualifying interviews, there were still allegations and questions about the possible crash being your fault, which made you so angry that he ended the interviews earlier than the others.

On Sunday, even if you started P9, you would do your best to win at Imola, it was a question of honour. You changed strategies with your team, talked to everyone and tried to be as assertive as possible, you knew that they had the ability to make this win happen. Nervousness was running inside you, it seemed that the world would end as soon as the lights turned off. The race was fine, already at the start you had already got p5, the tyre changes were in the time that you had stipulated with the team of what would be better and could hold the others until the end. In the last two laps you were less than a second behind first place, which at the moment was Max, and you wouldn't hesitate to pass him no matter what. Seconds before you crossed the win line, you accelerated the car harder than before, hearing the engine squelching, however it wasn't the moment to stop, not until you passed him; that's what happened, seeing the chequered flag in front of everyone else.

"P1, you are p1." Your response was just to shout back, he was very happy and didn't know what to say.

"P1 piccolina ! You did it." You heard your engineer say on the radio.

"And Charles?" Your voice was still euphoric, you wanted to know where your teammate was standing too.

“P3.”

The interviewers this time were kinder, with several people stopping you and congratulating you on the flawless race you had run. This time you deserved quite a party.

In these weeks you got closer to Vettel, he became a great friend and mentor. You admired him a lot, because he was always a great example and to be able to call him a friend was a privilege, so you didn't hesitate to go and bother him after the race, knocking on the door of his motor home - you knew that he hadn't gone back to the hotel yet, as he always warned you and offered you company on the way back.

"What's up?" his tone of voice was not the most welcoming, maybe he wanted to be alone, however the moment he opened the door and saw it was you, his expression lightened. "Oh, hi. What are you doing here? Do you need anything?"

"Um... So, I won the race..."

"I know... I gave you a hug right after." He cracked a smile, a little confused by the situation.

"Me and a few other drivers... Almost all of them actually, we're going out tonight, it's a nightclub.... I know it's not your style, but it's a celebration and I'd love for you to go." Your face was turning red, it was such a simple request, but you wanted to hide because of sudden shyness. "We reserved some tables near the smaller dance floor, because not everyone is a fan of dancing."

"Do I really need to?" He whined, grimacing and leaning against the stopper.

"Please... Make that sacrifice for me." You gave him the puppy dog look.

He looked at you for a few seconds, wondering whether or not it was really worth it to hang out with several young pilots in a nightclub. "Okay. For you, I'll go." He snapped, sighing loudly, and you gave the German a hug, squealing loudly.

"I'll give you the address! Wear something cool and that doesn't make you look like a middle-aged school teacher."

"Hey! That's an insult against my style."

It was almost 10 o'clock at night, you had just put on your high heels, finally ready; Charles was texting you five times a second, telling you to hurry or he would go alone and you would miss your ride.

When you arrived at the nightclub, you went quickly to the group where the other pilots were, greeting them and drinking your first shot of tequila to open the night properly. Half an hour later, from far away you saw curly blond hair entering the place and at the same moment you knew who it was: Sebastian; he arrived shyly, saying hello to everyone, getting close to you, who gave him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. You noticed that he took your advice about the outfit, this time wearing light brown jeans, a white tank top with a larger dark green short-sleeved button-up shirt and some black sneakers, but what took your breath away was his hair up in a loose bun with a few strands falling off. Maybe you checked him vigorously, but you could blame the alcohol.

"You're not sober." He commented, discreetly checking your look.

"And you won't be either," And then you handed him a bottle of beer - because you knew he liked it.

Sebastian felt guilty that he was checking your body every five minutes, a conscious voice in his head screamed that you were too young for him, too innocent - I mean, not so innocent, but that made him even more curious. His thoughts were dissipated when he saw you turning a shot of some coloured liquid, paying more attention on what you were going to do or react, his protective instinct was above the desire of wanting you; he didn't comment anything, just watched, disassociating a little bit of reality, having again that little voice that he didn't fit with the others there, that he was too old for this generation.

A few more shots and drinks in, your body already felt lighter. You were chatting with Gasly and Ricciardo, until they came up with the idea of everyone hitting the dance floor - even if most of them weren't the best dancers or didn’t like to, however, when all of them are at least tipsy, they don’t even think before abandoning the tables to go. Vettel hesitated to go with them, so you patted Daniel on the back and said you would be dancing in a few minutes.

“Hey… Don’t you wanna go with us?” You put your hand on his shoulder, looking at him.

“I don’t feel like dancing.” He didn’t look back at you, something was wrong.

“Is something bothering you? You can go if you’re not feeling good here.” Maybe it was the drunk you, but you placed your hand in his neck, making him look at you. “I’m not gonna be upset if you leave. We talked, drinked and it’s okay if you want to go.”

He was hesitating, he didn't know whether to leave or stay there, moments like that were hard; Sebastian was never someone so social, of course in his Red Bull years he partied a lot, but it was never his favourite thing to do. The German looked around and then deposited his eyes on you, still conflicted with all his thoughts running through his head. His biggest dilemma at the moment was about the Ferrari driver, whether he would stay for her, dance along and have fun, finally let go and be able to live a little, move on, on the other hand, this feeling of leaving the past behind was overwhelming. He stood for a few more seconds thinking, while you waited; "what could possibly go wrong?", "what am I being so afraid of?", "why couldn't I make out a little?" , then he sighed low, grabbed another bottle of beer and cracked a smile.

"Let's go to the dance floor." He held her hand. "I can't keep living like this."

"Like what?" Tu asked, not sure what exactly he was talking about.

"Grieving." You didn't know how to answer, for a moment you had forgotten he was a widower, so you just guided him into the huddle of people, squeezing his hand.

You started to dance, letting your body free, it was nice to be able to move to the beat without someone being able to judge you. Daniel came over with two shots of vodka for you, you drank them both quickly and giggled quietly, watching him do the same. This time, the drink hit a little harder, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol more and more. As a result, your movements were dirtier, rolling your hips on your own while your friends were glued to unknown girls or dancing shamefully while drinking. Meanwhile Vettel was trying to dance with the younger drivers, but he felt out of place, he wasn't as young as them anymore, so after a while he started to walk past people to walk back to the table, but he caught your eye first.

"Stay dancing here with me." You held his arm, pulling him closer.

"Are you sure? Because… I can see what you want, but you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun… So maybe I'm not the one to be dancing, call Mick or Charles.

“Stop with this no sense!” You blurted the words, laughing. “Just follow the rhythm, look."

Chloe's song 'Have mercy' started playing and you cracked a smile, starting to move your body slowly, maybe you weren't noticing, but it was in a sexy way that turned Sebastian red, looking sideways until you put your arms around his neck, catching his attention.

"Keep moving with me." He placed his hands on your waist, slowly getting more into the rhythm.

You both forgot about the world around you, dancing just for each other, with your bodies glued together and embarrassed smiles as you tried to keep in rhythm until the song ended. He pulled away a little, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. “Montero” by Lil Nas X started playing and you cracked a big smile, turning your back to him and letting the older pilot's hands on your waist, rolling your hips against him. It took a few instants before he understood and got into the rhythm, loosening up and starting to have fun with you.

“Does your mother know you dance to older men like that?” He whispered, travelling his hands around your body.

What had happened after, was that you had spent it together, drinking even more and dancing more overtly, which the others noticed-especially Daniel and Charles, who were closer to you, but they would let the matter die. The point of leaving was when the blonde was really wanting to kiss you, but the last shred of notion he had showed.

"Let's go to the hotel." He muttered, with his accent stronger than usual.

You didn't even say goodbye to anyone, you just hailed a taxi and went to his hotel, arriving there and making sure no one saw you together. When you entered the room, he quickly locked the door and came close to you, passing his hands around your waist.

"I hope I didn't get the wrong signals." He then brought your face closer against his, initiating a sloppy kiss that you reciprocated at the same moment, slipping your arms around his shoulders and your hands stopping at his neck, caressing the spot. His tongue was already going against yours in a desperate rhythm, like he waited all night to be with you; when you broke it off to breathe, you looked at him, worried.

“Is it okay? To be kissing… I know you…” You started, but he put his finger on your lips.

“It’s okay… Let’s focus on us.”

So you kissed him again, this time with more urgency than before, allowing yourself to run your hands down his back, gripping the fabric of his button-down shirt. He broke the kiss this time, looking into your face for a few seconds, admiring you, before he started trailing kisses from the back of your ear to the collar of your dress, sucking and licking a few specific spots, which made you whimper with pleasure.

"Can I continue?" He asked as he touched the zip of your dress.

"You don't have to be so gentle, Seb."

"But you deserve it."

"And I say... You can be rough with me, I know you like it." You cracked a smile, disentangling yourself from him and sitting on the bed.

He looked at her for a few seconds, biting his lower lip before he started to move closer, standing between your legs.

“Oh… Since you like to be dominated…” His face got closer to yours where you could smell his breath, but didn’t kiss you. “Strip for me. Now.” He backed off, crossing his arms.

So this was a game and you would follow his rules, with a little bit of a twist. Slowly, you started taking away your high heels, then your panties that you put in his trouser pocket, with only a part of the red lace sticking out and finally you took your red lace bra off, putting it on the ground. Now, you were only wearing your tight black dress with your legs a little bit open while you waited for his response.

“The dress.”

“I want to keep it on.”

“I don’t remember you being in charge.” He whispered, holding your face with one hand. However, when he saw you like that, his body liked it for sure. “You can keep it on, but don’t disobey me again, okay baby?” You nodded.

He started to kiss your neck again, being rougher than before, biting and leaving marks you would regret in the next morning. Meanwhile, his hands were travelling around your body until they stayed at your breasts, pulling down the fabric just for them to pop out; Vettel looked a few seconds at your boobs, before starting to suck one and pinching the other nipple harshly. You moaned his name repeatedly, feeling your core dripping wet from the attention he gave to both of your breasts. Suddenly he stopped, earning a whine from you.

“Wait up, baby…” He backed off, getting on his knees on the floor - you never thought a man could look this hot on their knees.

He opened your legs, starting to kiss every single inch of your thighs in a provocative way and you just whined in the process, because you wanted him tasting you. “What?” He stopped, looking at you, the vision of a messy haired Vettel between your legs made you moan and throw your head back. “I need you to use your words.” As much as you wanted to say, nothing would come out, it was overwhelmingly good to just have that moment. “Lieb, use your words, I’m not going to say again.”

“I want you to taste me.” He looked at you, cracking up a smile.

Then he lowered his head again, leaving a few more kisses, especially on top of your core. The German’s tongue started to move around your clit, moving it in a tortuous pacing so you could feel every move of his; at the beginning you were already chanting his name, putting a hand on top of his head, holding his golden curls around your fingers. Unexpectedly he put two fingers inside you, moving in a quicker rhythm and curling the tips just a little bit, hitting that sweet spot of yours. What made you orgasm for the first time was that besides his fingers working it up inside you, he started to suck gently your clit - you were moaning incoherent words when you hit your climax. Looking at him when he lifted his face towards you with a smile, licking his lips made you let out a wimp, quickly pulling him up and you getting on your knees.

You kept looking at him while you undid his belt and pulled his trousers to the floor, however, his hard-looking dick with leaking pre-cum inside his boxers called more your attention. Slowly, you reached the bar of his underwear, pulling it down and seeing it; you looked up at him before he nodded so you could do what you wanted for a while. You let your tongue pass through his tip, focusing a bit on there, hearing him hold back moan. In one go, you had put his dick in your mouth, feeling it hit your throat, starting it to quickly bob up and down, finally hearing him groaning in pleasure. His hand reached your hair, guiding your head to go slower than you were. “I won’t last long… You’re too good for me.”

You pulled back, looking at him. “Then I want you to finish inside me.”

He smiled at your cockiness, taking the rest of his outfit and laying you on the bed, while he grabbed the condom and the lube.

“Do we have to use it?” You whined.

“Maybe next time we don’t.” He whispered, covering two fingers in lube and pushing them inside you. Him inside you like that made you whimper, looking at him.

“Please, just fuck me.”

“Patience, honey… I don’t want you to feel pain.”

He quickly slid on the condom and spread your legs to his sides, now getting even closer and placing his hands on your sides.

“Ready?”

You nodded, then he adjusted his dick in your entrance, moving in slowly until all of him was inside of you. Sebastian left little kisses up your neck when he saw you closing your eyes, trying to get used to the feeling, only starting to move when you gave him the signal to.

Your walls were clenching around him as he started to pick up his pace, going faster every thrust - this was near pornographic, you were both moaning each others name, fixing your gaze on each other. You could feel every single inch of him inside you going and your climax getting closer, letting your moans even louder - if that was possible. Then Vettel lowered one of his hands, starting to do circles around your clit with two fingers, which made you come for the second time of the night. The blonde wasn’t that far from reaching his either, his thrusts were more erratic and soon he groaned your name close to your ear, laying on top of you.

“That was… Wow.” You whispered, running your fingers along his back.

“Yeah, wow.” He kissed your cheek, slowly disconnecting both of your bodies, which made both of you groan with the sensation. He took off the condom, throwing away  “Let’s take a shower before we go to sleep.”

“How clever, staying the night.” You got up, wrapping your arms around him.

After you took a warm shower together - that could have been shorter if you didn’t kept kissing and caressing each other, you two laid on his bed. You were wearing one of his old Ferrari t-shirts and he was only in his boxers, drinking wine - that he already had, from the bottle.

“I always had a crush on you…” You whispered, trailing his abdomen with your fingers. “Teenage me would be very happy, especially that she used to shamefully read smut about you on the internet.”

“Oh, wow… So I have always been your target?” He joked, running his hand up and down your thigh.

“Don’t say it like that! It’s just… You’re too hot to not check out.”

“So I’m winning from younger drivers, with more energy to keep you up all night?” He was still being playful, grabbing your ass and squeezing it.

“Well… You just fucked me and looks like would go for a second round.” You lowered your hand to his boxers. “Besides, I like more mature men, who know how to make me feel good.”

He was at a loss of words, your words had left him red in the face and his classic smile. He placed the wine on the bedside table and pulled your body up, starting to kiss you again.

That night, you still did it two more times, enjoying every second together.

Maybe it was wrong and you would regret in the morning everything you had done together, especially for your reputations within the sport, but that moment was about enjoying what life had to offer you.

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Theory: Ryuji was popular, before.

I'm not entirely sure if anyone has really talked about this but I maintain my interpretation that, in the canon of Persona 5, Ryuji used to be very (or at least moderately) popular prior to the events of the story.

This is something I've gotten into before when talking to friends who like the game and the character, but I haven't really considered writing it down until now. The main argument I have is based on three things:

Things Ryuji alluded to in canon (but no one believed him on)

The deliberate choice of making him a track athlete

Typecasting for voice actors

1: "There were girls all over me!"

I don't really have the time to go on a deep dive through all the instances in which he hints at his reputation before the Kamoshida incident, but I think the most clear-cut representation of this was during the scene where he and Ann spend the day with Futaba during her post-palace social rehabilitation:

So here's the thing...I don't think he's lying about this. Nobody in the room would be that impressed to find out whether Ryuji was popular since they are already friends (or in Mona's case, he really just doesn't care), so it wouldn't make sense for him to lie.

Regarding everyone's reactions though, here's my impression: Ann was simply not aware of what was going on with the track team, being predominantly focused on dealing with rumors, her friendship with Shiho, and her modeling career (and eventually Kamoshida's advances once he started doing that shit) and she mentions a few times that she and Ryuji weren't actually close before joining the PT; they were just in the same class in middle school. Futaba hasn't interacted with anyone her age in years and isn't the most reliable source when it comes to what people generally find attractive; just because she doesn't have any interest in Ryuji doesn't mean that nobody her age would. And Morgana is a cat that brags constantly about how cool he is, so he shouldn't be throwing rocks.

There are many other times in the game when you get little glimpses of his social savvy, and from my understanding of Royal (I'm an OG vanilla P5 player and haven't done 3rd-semester yet, so don't kill me) when the track team returns to "how it was", he is getting along extremely well with everyone. Not only was he the team's ace: this kid was also expected to become the captain by his senior year (as briefly mentioned when he bumps into his former senpai at the gym, iirc). That's huge! If his team held him in such high regard, then the general student body of Shujin surely had a similar opinion. This brings me to my next point:

2: Girls like boys that run fast(???)

This is honestly something that baffles me. It's also really difficult for me to substantiate; any source material on this is obviously in Japanese and if I could find any of it, I sure as hell can't read it. The only English-language source I know of I cannot find anymore; I think it was an old Tofugu article? However. If you've watched any romance anime set in a high school during the last 20 years, you might have seen this trope at some point: the school sports festival is happening, and the relay race is kind of a huge deal (it's the final event! a make-or-break moment for the class!). The boy thinks to himself "If I win this race, I'll be able to win her heart/ask her out/etc." Low-stakes drama ensues. Maybe a confession happens.

This is (from what I've been told) based on a long-standing trend of girls and women self-reporting in surveys about how, oftentimes, their crushes in junior or senior high school were simply "the boy who ran the fastest in the races". I have no idea what this means in a broader cultural context. It makes no goddamn sense to me at all. Do not cite me on this. But I think it's worth keeping in mind, even if it's almost entirely speculative (and possibly outdated) information. And even if it's just based on rumors, don't you think it's pretty in-character for Ryuji to go for a track scholarship—despite being adept at other sports like baseball and football/soccer, as mentioned in P5 and P5D—because he was aware of the potential of being more popular with girls? Of course, his priority would be getting the scholarship and paying his way through school to lighten his mother's burden, but hey, getting a girlfriend on the way up wouldn't be half bad!

I think this could also inform us as to why Kamoshida (as a predator who wanted attention from high school girls) felt so threatened by the track team in particular, and why he felt a need to specifically knock Ryuji down a peg and sought out a weakness to do so (as opposed to targeting any of the probably just-as-popular boys on the many other athletic teams and clubs in the school). Just some food for thought on this one! Also, if anyone can find a source or has any insight on the relay race thing, please share. I am so confused about it.

3: Typecasting

So this is something that you really only notice if you are very into keeping up with seiyuu in Japan. I am not one of those people. But I do have some favorite voice actors! One of these being Mamoru Miyano.

So I freakin' love this dude. He's voiced a lot of my favorite characters, sings incredibly well, and has an unreal sense of comedy. He's stated in interviews that his acting inspiration is Jim Carrey, and let me tell you: it shows. He is also quite consistently typecast into certain roles, predominantly as princely pretty-boy types, Coolguys, or complete fucking nutcases. Sometimes all three at the same time (shoutout to my boy Ling FMA!)

ATLUS definitely cast him for P5 because of his comedic chops. But I think they also cast him because having him voice someone like Ryuji is a great way to subvert expectations for the player. I think it's supposed to give you whiplash—"what do you mean the voice of LIGHT FUCKING YAGAMI is coming out of this guy's mouth?" "why does the delinquent character sound like king of the host club Tamaki Suou?" "isn't that Rin Matsuoka's voice?" etc. etc. etc.

(here's a quick list, just to really get the idea across. maybe you recognize a few.)

This is obviously a non-comprehensive list, but something that a lot of the characters he's voiced over the years have in common is that they were considered cool, handsome, or popular. Not just for fans, but within the canon of their stories! So...what does that mean? What does that say about how we should see Ryuji?

I think players are supposed to expect that he will fall into one of those categories too, and then be surprised to find that it's not the case—that he's been isolated and made bitter and resigned by what happened to him the year before.

Speaking of his tone, I think it's very telling that Ryuji actually forgets to keep up the delinquent act a lot in the original JP audio, which unfortunately doesn't really carry over in the ENG translation. The delivery of his JP lines sounds a bit more subdued in comparison too—yeah he's got a lot of energy and is very hotheaded, but when he gets to talking about serious shit, he sounds a lot more regretful and melancholy as opposed to the EN delivery which depicts him as more resentful and outwardly angry. I think before Shit Went Down, he probably had the Coolguy vibe. Still a bit of a rowdy idiot and a showoff, but I think he probably came across to most people as a very friendly, sincere, and popular guy.

So yeah, the girls probably were all over him, at least for a short while.

#persona 5 #ryuji sakamoto #character analysis #LONGASS POST SORRY #I JUST REALLY LIKE HIM AND WANTED TO THINK MY THOUGHTS FOR A WHILE #pita.txt

[gucciwins]

i know this is an old story but i love it so much and was wondering if we can have a look at how josie,harry and y/n are doing now?? (golden sparks)

Golden Sparks is a well loved story of mine. Happy to revisit them 💜 enjoy 1.3k of sweetness from this family

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Josie turned 13 a week ago. Harry had cried many tears while Y/N tried her best to comfort him. He knew his once young toddler daughter was now officially a teenager. He was proud of the young woman she had become; she had Y/N as a fantastic role model, but it didn’t make him any less upset knowing he was growing older and soon would have to let fly away from the nest. 

Today was important because Josie would be joining her first Club team at practice. They sought her out from videos Y/N posted online in support of her. She knew Josie’s talent was off the charts over the last few years and did her best to support her, but even Y/N knew there was only so much she could teach her before Josie needed more. 

Harry and Y/N sat together in their pink matching portable chairs that Harry happily carried around. Y/N sat with her arms crossed and sunglasses on as she saw Josie effortlessly juggling the ball while waiting for the coach to call them all in. 

“No need for sunglasses, my love,” Harry told her because as lovely as California was, there was no sun shining today.

“Shut it,” she told him softly, never looking away from Josie.

Harry leaned in closer and noticed a tear stain on her cheek. Harry felt himself soften because he knew what this was about. He didn’t understand why Y/N didn’t tell him how she was feeling.

“Y/N, honey, what’s going on?” He asked softly. 

She turned to him with a deep pout on her lips, “Harry,” she warned. 

Harry didn’t want to make her say it, but he needed to ensure she was okay. “Josie is going to do brilliantly with this new team. You even said you’re good friends with the coach.” 

Y/N sighs, letting her head fall into her hands. Harry sits watching her until he begins to hear her sobbing. He rushes to kneel before her, holding her close to his chest. “Baby, baby. I got you. You’re amazing. I’m sorry you’re feeling like this.” 

“I-I-I know I only coached her for a few years, but I was once her favorite person playing soccer with her.”

Harry chuckles because he knows what it’s like to be jealous of someone else for his daughter’s attention. “You always will be.”

“You don’t know that!” 

“Shhh, I got you.” Harry is still holding her close despite her outburst. He was thankful Y/N chose to sit away from all the parents for the first day, and now he knew why. 

“That’s our little girl,” Y/N whispers. She knows that she’s Josie's biological mother, but she’s become that role over the years. Y/N married Harry, thus making Josie her family–her daughter. It’s the best choice Y/N has ever made. 

Harry feels his heart melt because Y/N was right. That was their girl. She was growing right before their eyes, becoming a beautiful young lady.

“Josie loves you with her entire heart, tells you every night,” Harry reminds her. They hear the blow of the whistle, signaling the start of practice. They know Josie won’t be coming towards them for the next two hours, and that’s okay–for Harry, at least. “You’re her favorite person. Don’t you forget that.” 

Harry knows Y/N wants to watch Josie practice, but he doesn’t want to let her go, so instead, he pulls her to sit on his lap as he sits on the grass. Y/N doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, she cuddles closer to him. Her tears have stopped, but he knows she’s still filled with emotions. 

The time seems to fly quickly, and before they know it, the coach leads the girls on a cool-down. When the girls are free to go, Josie runs to her bag, happily chatting with two other girls about who knows what. The odd thing is that Y/N is called over by the coach. As if Y/N was expecting it, she quickly kisses his lips and promises to be fast. 

Harry eyes the conversation when Josie comes running at him at full speed. He almost loses his balance but steadies himself rather quickly. “You were brilliant, darling!”

Josie rolls her eyes, “only practice, dad.”

He clicks his tongue, “nope, still brilliant.” 

Y/N shakes the coach’s hand and comes back towards them, but just like Harry, Josie goes barreling to Y/N but stops right in front of her. They’re wrapped in a hug when Y/N whispers in her ear, and Josie runs to help the coach pick up the last pieces of equipment. 

Harry shoots her a big smile, and she returns it by blowing him a kiss. Once back at his side, he gives her a moment until she’s ready to share with him. 

Y/N toes her shoe in the dirt, “she asked me if I wanted to come on as assistant coach.” 

Harry’s eyes brighten in delight. “Baby! That’s amazing. You said yes.” 

“No, told her I’d think about it. Already know my answer.” 

He frowns. He thought she’d be happy with news like this. “But you’re not head coaching Golden Sparks this year. You love the sport, baby. It’ll be good for you.”

“Not with this baby growing in my stomach,” she mutters. 

“What?” He answers in shock. Harry’s not sure he heard her correctly. 

Y/N’s eyes widen, and she knows she let it slip. It all began to make sense to Harry: late-night snacks, the frequent bathroom requests, and being overly emotional (not that she wasn’t sad, but Y/N dropped her banana and burst into tears.) 

“You’re having a baby? Our baby?” Harry has tears in his eyes as he waits for her to confirm. 

She knows she can’t hide it anymore, “I’m pregnant.” 

Harry lets his tears fly and hugs her tight. He presses kiss after kiss to her face as he thanks her for this gift. “I thought life was perfect with you and Josie, but not a baby. How’d I get so lucky?” 

She laughs, hugging him tightly. She hated keeping the secret, but his reaction was everything she had hoped for. They are so lost in their moment they don’t notice Josie coming back, looking at them concerned. “Is it the baby, Mumma?” 

Y/N’s eyes widen when Josie lets those words slip. Harry drops his hands from his face to look over at Josie, waiting for confirmation everything is okay. 

“You knew!” He says in disbelief. “Both of you kept it a secret from me.” 

Josie shrugs, hugging Y/N's tightly protective hand on her stomach. “We had to be sure.” 

He’s not upset, not for a moment, because knowing his two loves keeping a secret together, one as special as this, was not to leave him out, so Y/N could have the support. He knows there’s a story to it and can’t wait to hear it. 

Josie can’t stop talking about the baby as they walk to the car. Turns out Y/N is closer to three months, and wanted to pass that mark before saying anything. 

“I hope it’s a boy,” Josie tells them excitedly, “then Juliet and I will both be big sisters to little brothers.” 

“Juliet now has two younger brothers,” Harry corrects her. 

Josie shrugs, “you could always have another after.” 

Y/N laughs at Josie’s innocent thoughts. “Let’s focus on this one<;i< for the next few months, and then we’ll see how you feel.” 

Harry points a finger at Josie, “you’re going to be on diaper duty!” 

Josie screams in protest, rushing to Y/N’s side. “Mum! Please tell Dad that’s his job.” 

Y/N felt the familiar flutter that always came with Josie calling her Mum. Y/N placed a kiss on her daughter’s head. “We’re all on diaper duty, but your dad will always get first dibs!”

#harry styles #harry styles stories #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles x reader #dad harry #harry x you #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #a writes!

[fictional-character-obsessor]

Rúben Dias x Model!Reader- Life in Manchester Headcannons

Warnings: Slight reference to sexual activity at the end and possible eating disorder (nothing triggering)

Enjoy guys 😉

Part 2 to Rúben Dias x Reader- Meeting Headcannons

• You never intended to become one of the most popular Manchester City WAGS.

• When Rúben signed with Manchester City you agreed to return with him to the UK- to the place where your Portuguese mother and British father live.

• You knew Bernardo from Rúben playing for Portugal. When he started going out with Inês you became besties and now are attached at the hip.

• When Carlota was born you became the best auntie ever!

• Double dates with Bernardo and Inês

• You’re close with all the WAGS but especially with Olivia, Isabel and Sasha. Inês, Olivia, Isabel, Sasha and you are notorious for your fun nights out which end up with your boyfriends picking you up.

• On Instagram, style accounts appear where your outfits from photoshoots, Rúben’s matches and fan photos are posted.

• Attending every single home game at The Etihad, often with Inês but sometimes other WAGS join you.

• Wearing Rúben’s shirt or something in Man City blue to show your support.

• Rúben and you are often called relationship goals; the strong, commanding footballer and the beautiful, clever model.

• When City won the treble you were crying with happiness for Rúben and the team.

• When all the the family members went on the pitch at the Champions League, Rúben just picked you up and kissed you in front of the whole world before embracing his mum, dad and brother.

• ‘I’ve never been prouder of you Ruby’

• ‘Te amo meu amor’

• ‘também te amo, Rúben’

• Rubén’s UCL medal takes pride of place on the sideboard in your apartment with his many other awards/trophies.

• Behind his awards is a large framed photo of your first Vogue cover hanging on the wall.

• ‘If I can have my football awards then you can have your first big magazine cover on the wall Gatinha’

• You were present when Rúben threw up in Jack’s mums bag. You’ve got good blackmail material now 😂

• While Rúben doesn’t drink, you love a fancy cocktail or champagne to celebrate a new photoshoot campaign or magazine cover.

• Rúben tries to convince you to drink less, he means well but it sometimes annoys you

• You both eat extremely healthily and go to the gym most days but Rúben makes you look like a couch potato sometimes.

• He’s a bit of a food critic, your cheat days often consist of things like pot noodles or iced coffees. Rúben thinks it’s a waste of calories and that you should eat something that isn’t just caffeine and chemicals.

• Rúben is also a critic of the model diet. He thinks that you don’t eat enough and is often encouraging you to eat more and telling you off when you don’t.

• You’re pushing your food around your plate. Food that Rúben cooked. His eyes are focused on you from across the table.

• ‘Not hungry?’ His brown eyes gaze at you ‘have you already eaten?’

• ‘I had some almonds for breakfast’

• He frowns deeply ‘you know that isn’t healthy meu amor’

• He may disapprove of your eating habits but he won’t shout at you about it.

• When Rúben is doing ‘homework’ by watching certain football matches for upcoming games, you sit with him. His arm is around you, with you curled up into his side.

• It often leads to neck kisses which lead to…your bedroom 🥰

#ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #rúben dias x y/n #rúben dias x reader #rúben dias #man city #manchester city

[bangtangalicious]

nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 8.8k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst

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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.

Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.

Years locked away can change one’s perception.

Years left alone can brew resentment.

You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.

A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.

Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly.  You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.

Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.

Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.

Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.

Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?

You. You were on Jin’s mind.

It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.

The irony.

It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.

He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.

And here you were.

Engaged. To be married. To be one.

Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.

He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.

The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.

Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.

Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.

Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.

Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.

His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.

He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.

“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.

“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.

You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.

He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.

“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.

You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.

Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.

He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.

You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.

“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.

He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.

For your sake.

You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.

His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—

The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.

“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.

The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.

He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.

Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.

You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.

Jungkook’s gut twisted.

You didn’t.

He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.

In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”

Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”

You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”

 “Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”

“Oh I know”

Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”

Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.

“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed.

“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.

“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”

Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”

“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.

“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.

“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”

You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”

You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.

This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.

And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.

If Jimin had hurt you.

If he had taken advantage of you in someway.

Jungkook’s fists tightened.

Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.

“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.

“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”

“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”

“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.

He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”

“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.

You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.

“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”

“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”

You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.

“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”

“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”

“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”

You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.

“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.

“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”

Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.

Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.

“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.

He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.

Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.

Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.

Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”

The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.

Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.

“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.

“Hobi said you called so I came”

It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.

How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.

You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.

“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”

“You killed Jin”

Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.

The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.

“Y/n please”

He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.

“You killed him and I loved him”

Perhaps those words stung even more.

Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”

He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.

“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”

Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.

“Tell me the fucking truth”

He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.

“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”

He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”

“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”

He bit his tongue.

“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.

“Well can you please come to the station after?”

“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.

Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.

“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”

“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”

“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”

He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.

“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”

He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”

“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.

Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.

“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”

“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”

“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”

“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”

Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”

“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”

“That’s not what happened”

“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”

“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”

You receded in silence.

“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”

You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”

“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”

You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.

“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.

“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”

He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.

“Don’t”

A man’s voice came from the door.

“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”

“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”

Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.

“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”

“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.

“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”

“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.

Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.

“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.

“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.

“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”

“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”

Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”

Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”

“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”

“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.

“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”

“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”

“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”

“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”

Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.

Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.

Pain seared through your chest.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.

“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”

He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.

“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”

He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.

"Are you scared of me, princess?"

There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.

You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.

Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.

Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.

Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.

And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.

You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.

You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.

But where were you during his darkest days?

Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.

Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.

He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.

Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.

“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”

Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.

“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”

“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”

“Did you try and find out?”

You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”

“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.

“Well, Jin—”

“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”

“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”

“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”

“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”

“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”

“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”

He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.

“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”

He nodded lightly, sniffling.

“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.

You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.

“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.

He almost believed you.

Almost.

It was a lie.

A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.

Can we not meet at the station?

You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.

Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.

“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”

Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.

You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.

You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”

Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”

You scoffed.

“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”

You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”

He nodded, absorbing every word.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”

He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.

You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.

Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.

“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”

His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.

Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.

It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.

His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.

Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.

He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.

He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

The space between you vanishing.

Inch by inch.

Until you swore you could taste him.

Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.

“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”

“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”

“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”

“Well did you get a confession?”

“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”

“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”

“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.

“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.

The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.

You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.

“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.

Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.

Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.

You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.

“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.

He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.

“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.

“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”

You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”

You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.

“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”

He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”

You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.

“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”

“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.

And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.

His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car.  Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”

“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”

He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.

Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.

“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”

You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.

He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”

You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.

You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.

“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”

You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.

Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.

His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.

He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.

“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”

“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.

He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.

“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”

Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.

Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.

He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.

You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.

Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.

“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”

Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,

“Jung Hoseok”

You stilled.

“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”

Shit.

“You acted like you didn’t know”

You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.

“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”

Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.

“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”

You remained silent, fuming.

“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”

You swallowed.

“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”

“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”

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Chronivac Support!

Just used the Genealogy function of the Chronivac, bro. Um, it basically meant I can edit the family tree. I got the smartass idea to check what would happen if I was the fruit of another tree.

So I targeted the biggest jock bully in high school. He's the single son of that family, and I was just going to be his brother for a day or so. So I moved myself from my family tree to his tree as brothers, but I forgot to set a timer!

In this new reality I didn't get the Chronivac so I can't undo! Help! Fuck, I feel like slowly becoming this jock version of me, bros with my bro.

Dude, what are you complaining about? It happened exactly what you wanted. Your dad's a shift supervisor at the steel mill. A brick wall of a man. Your big role model. And that of your older brother. You came after each other pretty quickly. Your brother is just 10 months older than you. Many people today think you are twins.

At home, you have raw manners. Since your mother died, your father runs the household like his employees. You have learned that nothing works without discipline. And that you will perish as a weakling. And that you can only succeed as a team with your family. That's why you joined the wrestling team with your brother. At the same time, you fight together as a team, but also against each other. That's what welded you together. And that made you strong.

Yes, you are both known as bullies at school. Your coach has had to call you to order more than once. But you just can't help it, wrestling is your life. So sometimes you get rough. And you two are the stronger ones, so you can hurt others unintentionally.

A wrestling summer camp like this is great. Wrestling on the beach. Just your thing! Why did you text me again? You don't have a Chronivac account, but I'll do a favor for hot wrestlers… Bigger dick? More muscles? Less brain? Just get in touch!

Great pic of you two found @buddeez

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #muscle transformation #male transformation

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roleswap! after being buffered and polished with the help of my loving spouse i started to daydream about the potential. so here's the base synopsis! (warning, lots of text below!)

ivy, punch enthusiast and foreign girl living in japan, becomes spirit detective after the entity within her revives her & draws the attention of Rekai. koenma, the reaper who was meant to collect her soul upon her untimely death, and botan, the ruler in charge of dishing out ordeals for these strange events, agree to the girl's terms that in exchange for her services as their errand runner they will give her the answers and resources she & her parasite need to jog his lost memories of what he is and where he comes from.

along the way she meets and recruits a number of odd characters; yukina, the exiled koorime who utilizes her cold calculations and frigid beauty to disarm her opponents & obtained the surgery needed for the Jagan Eye in order to keep tabs on her twin brother, Hiei, who remained behind in their homeland safe and sound so long as she stays away.

youko kurama, a kitsune who fled to Ningenkai after being mortally wounded and was discovered by a young mother-to-be with a veterinary degree. her nurturing heart & patience with the demon canine she brought into her home led the demon, now knocked down several ranks in power, to pledge to protect her and her baby from harm. years later when she falls sick, he's approached by a cunning ice maiden who asks him to join her heist on Reikai's artifact vaults to save the life of the human he's indebted to. tomoe higurashi who, up until recently has been minding her own business as a middle-schooler, is ivy's adopted sister and unaware spiritual radar of the group. with a father who has extraordinary awareness of the paranormal and a mother without a scrap of it, tomoe's taste for mysteries has ended her up in hot water on a number of occasions until her big sister reluctantly took her on as a sidekick. she's got an attitude on her, but cares a lot about the team and looks up to each of them as role models (though ivy insists she REALLY do not look up to the demons of the group because despite what they insist, murder is not ok)

and last but not least is yusuke! a seemingly ordinary boy who's doing his damndest to get through mundane life without causing too much of a stir, he stumbles his way into the supernatural world that his classmate ivy lives in one day when he happens upon her during a case, the demon she's pursuing stopping dead in it's tracks before going into a frenzy. as it turns out, yusuke is the descendant of a war god, and his blood triggers a flight or fight response in the apparitions he meets. so, naturally, ivy takes him under her wing and shows him the ropes of how to survive in a world where you're constantly being threatened.

#my art #yu yu hakusho #oc #yyh #original character #original characters #hiei #yusuke urameshi #youko kurama #yoko kurama #yukina #ivy macbeth #roleswap au #tomoe higurashi #now that twitters shitting the bed im gonna try putting more up on here lol #幽遊白書

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pspspspsp Kevin's trauma and his choice to stay with Thea, why her why not someone else? How does it work considering his characters as whole books/ec , does it make sense or just feel "random"

<Picks you up like a little cat and smooches your head.>

This responce has been sped up by the people who asked Nora on twitter to break Kevin and Thea up, making me see red KillBill style, so:

For me, Kevin's and Thea's relationship makes perfect sense. Maybe it's the realist in me, maybe its the idealist in me, I don't care. When it comes to Kevin's traumas, I think that since most people can't really relate to a majority of them, they get all hung up on the one they most definately can, as in, his mommy issues. When we relate to something, it becomes a really big deal. And here we go! Thea/Kevin suddenly is feared to be toxic instead of being seen for what I think it is: finding love in a hopeless place.

The main issue i see discussed is the disproportion of power at the beginning of the relationship. The main concern is the age difference. I personally don't really get the hate about the age gap between them, because if you read the extra content you will know that while they met when Kevin was 14 and Thea 18, it's not like anything happened between them at that age? First, Kevin saw her as an impressive player, when he did actually see her. That wasn't all that often bcs from what I understand from the EC, Kevin and Riko trained with the Ravens sometimes before they joined the team but a big part of their training happened without them, as well as their life growing up was more detached from the Uni students than people seem to think. And honestly, do you think Tetsuji would just let all the freshmen know they signed into the Yakuza sportsTM? Methinks not, but be delulu if you want I guess. 💋

So anyway, from the EC, it seems like Kevin had a crush slowly build up for Thea over the years, growing from his appreciation of her skill and athletism. Considering how cold that guy is, it probably took him some time to realise, after his irritation at her romances (yeah hello she was dating people her age when Kevin was mooning for here as a pathetic teenage boy, bye bye Thea haters) with other teammates started having nothing to do with the fact it could result in the teams distraction during the game, bcs of their hormones and feelings, and turned to conscious jelousy. And here I have to applaud young Kevin because he did not even realise he was distracted from the game by being jealous. Knowing how oblivious Kevin can be about non exy issues, it likely took quite a while.

So what's next? The "getting together"? Kevin and Thea only started having a sort of physical relationship when Kevin and Riko were already freshmen for Edgar Allan, at 18/19.

Whoever wants to fight me on this being a toxic age gap, what exactly is your angle?

Anyway, Kevin was the one to initiate their relationship, after Riko was done with his distraction from the game and his focus on picking fights with Thea, and told him to sleep with her and get it out of his system. (And that's how i met your mother.) It wasn't much more than that for a long time, because having a relationship on a 12 hrs day/night full of training and uni and juggling two other teams on top of that as well as celebrity status literally sounds like the most insane schedule ever, so it's insane they even managed to talk privately at all.

Now, we circle back to the question, why Thea? Why not someone else? Well, first and fucking foremost, because Nora Sakavic said so. Second of all, because Jung and Freud weren't as stupid as imternet memes would have you believe. (Read their books, read all the books please, i can rec you like a 100 psychology texts, dont be shy)

To keep it short, we do base our attraction on the role models we have, one way or another. I saw enough of my friends pick partners that have the exact character quirks that make them just slightly like an after image of their guardians. Kevin doesn't really have a father model, but his mother? She's always going to be a huge part of his life, is it really so weird and dangerous, that he got infautated with a strong, driven, 4 years older woman, who's incredibly talented and just as determined as him? I don't think so. Is it unhealthy? Is it unsafe? As much as life is, I guess, no one is perfect, but I think he could've done much much worse for himself.

Why did Kevin decide to stay with Thea? I would find it pretty obvious, because she doesn't actually need him. She built herself, but she wants him. Even if she will never have the same fame and recognition in her career that he does. Being wanted this way must be really new for Kevin, who was always a trophy to show off because of his legacy, always a property. But Thea is not competing with him, she doesnt want to own him either. I believe his mother is as much of a role model to her, as to him. So, they have sex, when they want to, they talk - when they feel like it. They don't, well fucking fine, so they don't, they fall in love anyway. It's okay if exy comes first in the beginning, considering both spent a lot of time in cult mentality, I think neither is all that bothered as long as its not obsessive (we could discuss how reasonable it was of Kevin to ghost her for over a year and not tell her about how he broke his hand but thats a whole other essay).

What's really wild to me, is that I think the power imbalance in this relationship is the opposite of what many may think.

Kevin holds all the cards. Thea joined the Ravens as a 18 years old talented athlete, she was one of the only girls on the team, and the Nest was not a place to make friends, on top of that it was a mafia cult. She had everything to prove there, and no way of being prepared for all the grooming. On top of that, she knew nothing of the Moriyamas or even of what actually went down with the whole Perfect Court thing. Kevin knew everything, on top of that, up until he left, he had nothing to prove. He ghosted her, is it so hard to believe she accepted his cold shoulder in this dynamic, in which she obviously is not at the top of the foodchain? He kept secrets from her, is it really so hard to believe she was angry? I think neither of them was ready for neither what life at the nest was like, or for a relationship when it happened, but I also think they are incredibly lucky that they have eachother, their shared passion for exy, their daughter, their dog and friends from the dog park who can't talk about exy to save their lives.

I think Kevin was incredibly lucky for finding Thea, because maybe she did not know everything, maybe it wasn't easy for them, but they understood that Rikos death wasn't a one dimensional victory, that it was just as much of a tragedy for them, for Kevin. I'm happy with the canon and I wish more people appreciated this ship, as its very soothing.

As an ending fun fact, did you know I am the only person to make a playlist for Thea Muldani in all of spotify? Pretty insane if you ask me.

#i hope this is okay #i dont have the brainpower for big words left #but this essay is like a thrid of what i have to say about them xd #i refrained from adding citations to ec bcs this is just a fandom thesis #phenomental #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #kevin day #thea muldani #kevin and thea meta #thea muldani meta #kevin day meta #nora sakavic #best ask ever

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Exclusive, Celestino Vietti: “I want to become like Bagnaia” 

The interview to the Piemontese: “My future? On track, maybe in MotoGP, but no hurry. Valentino Rossi? He gives me the energy to win the Moto2 title” 

“Look at how young Pecco was... I also was so much younger, I remember already looking at him with the desire to be like him”. In front of the pictures of his past, Celestino Vietti Ramus finds himself in front of a photo from 2013, with Bagnaia in the san Carlo Team Italia leathers. 

Near him, two kids, one of them daydreaming of emulating the path of his fellow countryman Pecco: “I won the entrance to the paddock of the Misano GP thanks to a contest: I had to colour the livery of Pecco’s bike. My drawing was terrible...” remembers Celestino today. “I could have never known that a couple of years later I would have joined Bagnaia in the VR46 Riders Academy. He’s always been a model for me, we come from the same province, I took his same route”. 

The goal of the twenty years old, today, is completing the work: Vietti is leader of the same Moto2 that Bagnaia won in 2018, with the same Made in Tavullia team, before getting to MotoGP. The big stage, where “Celin” would be able to find himself at ease, him who finds himself comfortable in his Coassolo – holiday destination for people from Turin – like in Tavullia, away from his family that he hasn’t seen in a couple of months. “Maybe this is the longest period I’ve been away from them, but I feel good here too. Who goes away from home young adapts better to places and situations. And it has also been my choice, I’ve been chasing a dream. But home is always home, and I miss my family”. 

The World Championship makes you grow up fast, but if you add to it being away from home... “Yes, you grow up. You discover a lot of things, you have to make do: i lived the first period with enthusiasm, because everything was new. Now, when I get back from races, the first thing to do is the washing, and then getting everything in order. I’m a bit the “housewife” (laughs)”. 

Are you a tidy person? 

“No, and actually in the team me and Niccolò Antonelli compensate each other... but independence is important: you have your experiences, you learn a bit how to manage yourself, you learn how what seemed taken for granted, actually isn’t. And home is always home”. 

But now you have your own house, in Tavullia. 

“I bought a house, and I know that doing so at twenty isn’t common. I did it thinking and calculating that in the next years I will be here, I will train here. Let’s say, it’s an investment. Moving hasn’t been hard, in the end it’s been just a few meters”. 

How is your typical day? 

“The most difficult ones are those after travelling back from a race: doing the washing, grocery shopping, maybe going to the business consultant or something like that. And you also train a lot” 

Then, how FP results suggest, waking up is always a delicate moment... 

“(laughs) Let’s say that in FPs I find myself in bigger difficulties when I’m not immediately okay: I’m still ‘machine-like’, I’m working on it”. 

You’re a race animal instead. 

“Making a lot of consecutive laps helps me, because lap after lap I can shave a lot of little things working on my riding. During the race you can study your opponents better, that are maybe more explosive during FPs”. 

You started with 70 points won from the 75 available in the first three GPs, then you went down. What happened? 

“Maybe it comes from my ‘little’ explosivity. And in GPs outside of Europe, everybody goes in a bit blind sighted”. 

But emerging when everybody is in blind sighted is a sign of talent. 

“Maybe it is”. 

Did being the rider to beat condition you or is it a pure mediatic suggestion? 

“I don’t feel it a lot, even if I feel more watched and followed. The problem, for me, is dealing with difficult moments knowing I’m leading the Championship. In FPs I often told myself ‘no, I can’t be in this position’. I tend to blame myself when things don’t go well”. 

Does Valentino Rossi’s advice remain the same, “always believe in it a bit more”? 

“Yes, Vale motivates me. And above all else gives good advice. He watched me from the side track in Portimao, he asks a lot of question in general, he inquires. And then he still trains with us, and he’s always fast”. 

Did you imagine being so high up in your second year of Moto2 already? 

“No, I was picturing more difficulties. I was expecting the first podium and the first victory, yes, but not in the first attempt in Qatar” 

Who’s the first rival for the title? 

“Aron Canet, who’s my opposite: he’s super fast from the first lap of the weekend. He hasn’t won yet, but he’s good. Ogura always takes something home. And Chantra surprised me”. 

How do you win a world Championship? 

“Always getting to the finish line. Thing I didn’t do in Austin, where I also tried to manage a bit. Bad mistake”. 

How do you position yourself in from of the new duality between Enea Bastianini and Pecco Bagnaia in MotoGP? 

“it’s nice to see italians in front, in Le Mans we saw an exciting battle, unfortunately in didn’t finish under the chequered flag. I’m a bit on Bagnaia’s side, I’ll admit it” 

What does he represent for you? 

“He’s a great MotoGP rider, I saw him riding and ‘hitting like a blacksmith’ again also on the GP22, and it’s a sight for the eyes. Pecco has always been a model, he brought our territory in the bike world, he won a title, he is in MotoGP on the official Ducati. It’s impossible not to dream about following his steps” 

You had another model-rider, in your family. 

“My big brother Doriano started riding minibikes, and imagine if I, being much more vivacious than him (to not say something else), would settle for watching him. I’m happy for where he is, with Aprilia in the CIV’s superbike, even if the injury before the championship hasn’t helped him”. 

Doriano and Celestino: will you be the third generation in the family business of repairing agricultural machines or will the rider career bring you somewhere else? 

“He already works with dad: me and Doriano went to the same mechanic school in Turin. I also would like to carry on dad’s work, my uncles’, my grandpa’s. I admire Doriano because he works during the day and then he trains. It’s hard, he’s told me so, but he doesn’t want to stop. I think of him when I have some problem, maybe a lot of commitments, or I miss home, because I live a life I like, I’m lucky. And when I leave for a GP, I always do it willing, because I know that transforming a passion in your job is not for everyone”. 

So you see yourself World Champion and then in the family business? 

“That’s the plan, I’d hate to interrupt everything that my family has created”. 

How far is MotoGP? 

“It depends on how much we grow, and I don’t use the plural casually, because this is a grow path we take all together. With the Team Mooney-VR46 we win and we lose as if we were only one person. Saying all this, I wouldn’t want to make a too rushed transition, I’d like to get some satisfaction in Moto2 and to be ready for the moment of the jump”. 

Do the rumours that picture you close to the top class influence you? 

“No, I’m able to stay calm. When I hear people talking about certain possibilities, I think about it a bit, but I doesn’t interest me at races. And above all else I don’t change my way of doing things”. 

2020 was the year of passing the maturità, 2021 accompanied you to buying a house: what is the big goal of 2022? 

“Staying where I am now, until the end”. 

Like Bagnaia did, some time ago, another torinese who left home as a teenager to move to Tavullia and carch a dream. Celestino Vietti Ramus has been ready to receive that baton for almost ten years. Since than picture with his role model... 

#y: 2020 #interview

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The Actress Who Waited a Lifetime to Become Katara

Kiawentiio talks joining the cast of Avatar: The Last Airbender and playing a character that means so much to so many

The 17-year-old actress Kiawentiio (pronounced gya-wuhn-dee-yo) can’t remember a time when Avatar: The Last Airbenderwasn’t part of her childhood in some way. Growing up on the Akwesasne Mohawk reservation in Ontario known as Kawehno:ke (or Cornwall Island), Kiawentiio—who was born in 2006, a full year after the beloved animated series debuted on Nickelodeon—recalls having older siblings who would have the cartoon regularly playing in the background of their house. Years later, when all three seasons began streaming on Netflix, she revisited the series and developed a newfound appreciation for its narrative ambition.

So, when Netflix first announced that it was developing a live-action adaptation of Avatar in 2018, Kiawentiio told her team to get her an audition for Katara, the 14-year-old girl who is trying to fulfill her potential as the last Waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe after her mother was killed by the ruthless Fire Nation.

“By the time they actually did start casting, I got the call from my manager that was like, ‘Don't freak out, but we think we have the Avataraudition.’ And obviously, I freaked out,” Kiawentiio tells Harper’s Bazaarwith a laugh in a recent phone interview. Of all the roles she had auditioned for, this one was at the top of her bucket list, because she knew that it could have the same impact on the next generation of Indigenous children that it had on her. “Katara was one of the only people that I could really see myself in. With the role model that she is for young Indigenous women, it's hard not to be drawn to her, especially when the representation is so scarce.”

Kiawentiio got her wish in the spring of 2021. After undergoing an intensive audition process, complete with a seemingly never-ending number of Zooms and chemistry reads, she got the news that would change her life. “They sat me down for another Zoom call, and I was expecting them to tell me it might take a while, but [creator and showrunner] Albert Kim ended up telling me what the project was, who I was auditioning for, and then I landed the role, and I was crying,” she recalls.

Every diehard Avatar fan can recite the basic premise by heart: Long ago, the four nations—Water, Earth, Fire, Air—once lived in harmony, with the Avatar, the master of all four elements, keeping the peace between them. But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked and wiped out the Air Nomads. A century later, Aang (Gordon Cormier), a 12-year-old Air Nomad who has been frozen and suspended in time in an iceberg, reawakens to take his place as the next Avatar. Feeling responsible for the destruction he was unable to prevent, Aang sets out on a quest with his newfound friends, Katara and her Water Tribe leader brother Sokka (Ian Ousley), to save the world from the onslaught of the power-hungry Fire Lord Ozai (Daniel Dae Kim), who is determined to place all the nations under his authoritarian rule.

Katara, as Kiawentiio puts it, is the heart of the Avatar crew tasked with using their bending powers to restore peace in the divided world. “I think the core factors that make Katara [who she is] are her hopefulness and her optimism, and she's the person in the group that can keep them moving forward in a positive direction, and I think without that, team Avatar wouldn't be able to see the light,” she says.

Below, Kiawentiio reflects on the defining moments of Katara’s arc in the first season (which was shot two years ago in Vancouver), how she has grown alongside her character, and why she feels a new day has come for Indigenous representation in Hollywood.

A lot of the dramatic tension of the first season boils down to Aang’s internal conflict: Does the Avatar need to act alone, or can they afford to have people who help them along the way? In Aang’s case, he doesn’t just want people in his life; he needsthem to help save the world. Why do you think Katara is immediately drawn to Aang and his mission? How do you think that relationship evolves over the course of the season?

I think the reason that she was drawn to him in the first place was this energy of bender to bender, honestly, and I feel like that type of energy [bonds them] not only physically, but just spiritually. It's really intertwined in who they are because Aang plays a huge part in Katara's growth physically with her bending, and I feel like it was just this calling of fate and where you're supposed to be. But in terms of how the relationship has grown, I think it really is just blossoming into a family. Team Avatar is a family in our show. They're not going to leave each other's side; they're always there for each other.

Midway through the season, Koh, the face stealer of the spirit world, temporarily imprisons Katara and her brother Sokka and traps them with some of their darkest memories, which allows us to see, rather than hear about, their backstories. In Katara’s case, she is forced to relive the day she lost her mother. How do you think that loss has affected her in the present day?

It's just painful and that is the point of Koh, right? It is to weaken his prey with their own pain and their own memories. The way I see it is she probably feels helpless. She can't do anything, and that's really what has held her back. What has stuck in her mind is the fact that she couldn't do anything [to save her mom], and to be stuck in that painful loop definitely puts a damper on her confidence that she's been working up this entire season.

That memory of the loss that she went through is a roadblock, and that's something that she has to try and overcome as we go through the series because it really is the main reason that she can't get to that next level [of waterbending]. In the episode with Jett, after he shifted her perspective on how she was thinking and how her memories were acting up, she really unlocks that good energy that her mom was trying to leave her with.

It's impressive how together Katara actually is, especially in our season, because the flashbacks and her memories are so brutal that it's like, "Wow, I can't believe you are still normal." [Laughs.] But that goes to show how resilient she is and how strong she is. I think that was one of the things I took away from her while playing her. I tried to implement her message in my life more to be more optimistic and to have that hope and strength.

When she arrives in the Northern Water Tribe, Katara realizes that the women of this tribe aren’t allowed to fight, which comes as a bit of a culture shock for her. But it’s moving to see how she is able to mobilize the women of all ages when the tribe is under siege by the Fire Nation. At the end of the day, they are the ones who helped defeat the enemy.

Arriving at the Northern Water Tribe was something that she was looking forward to all season, and I think in her mind she had this image of like, "I'm going to get there. I'm going to meet a master, and he's going to teach me everything I need to know, and I’ll finally be able to reach that next step [as a Waterbender]." And getting there and being told basically all your work is not going to be paid off [because you’re a woman] was, in my opinion, devastating. That devastation leads straight into anger, which I relate to. I feel like I get the same waves of emotions, and then that leads to wanting to prove them wrong, wanting to change things [like Katara does]. Honestly, that scene with the women [Waterbenders] is just so beautiful, and it was one of my favorites to film. But I think in her mind, she was just reality checking Master Paku: "We are literally in a war. We are not going to make it. Just use your resources." And not only was that the realistic thing that needed to happen, but the change that she's been fighting for [all season].

I read that you trained for six months ahead of production to commit Katara’s waterbending motions to muscle memory. You spent that time going over forms of tai chi and getting strong enough to handle the action sequences.

Boot camp was intense for me personally, just because I'd never really gone through that before and I don't have as much or any experience outside of the show with martial arts. But it was really helpful to be in the same boat as my character, training-wise. At the start of the show, she really doesn't know that much about bending. As we go along through the episodes, we could see her get more comfortable and more confident in her bending. As we watch Katara gain her confidence, I feel like off-screen I was also gaining confidence with those movements, getting stronger as we go and just getting more comfortable in general.

With the critical success of many Indigenous projects in recent years—Reservation Dogs, Rutherford Falls, Killers of the Flower Moon, The English, Dark Winds—it feels like we have reached an inflection point when it comes to accurate depictions of Native American communities. As someone who is part of this growing movement, what is your take on the state of diversity and inclusion for Indigenous communities? And what do you think is the next step that needs to be taken to move the needle even further?

I think we are making huge steps in the industry. I love being able to look around more and more and see more of our faces, and I do think that there's places that we could improve on for sure. But thinking of how far we've come, even from when I was younger, Katara was one of the only brown people that I saw on my TV, so it's really special to be a part of this generation that's being able to do these things.

I think the next step could be just normalizing things, like it doesn't always have to be an Indigenous story to have Indigenous actors, writers or directors. I think that's one of the things that can get touchy in this industry because we want to include everybody of course, but it doesn't have to be so specific. Why does the doctor have to be [only] the Indigenous doctor that came from [this tribe]? Why can't he just be a doctor that happens to be Indigenous?

Indigenous people or actors can be the main character. Obviously, our culture is always a part of who we are, but it doesn't have to be that the reason we are in this role is because we are Indigenous. We can tell our story as a person and still value and venerate our culture without that being the only reason that we're in the story to begin with.

With big blockbusters, I feel like it ends up being like, "Oh, the lead is white, the other lead is white, and then everybody else is a person of color." I feel like that's a theme that we end up seeing a lot. But another really good way to improve [on that] is supporting Indigenous storytellers. We have so many stories, and [telling them] is one of the things that is keeping our cultures alive, and there are so many stories that could be told from our perspective.

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All I've Ever Desired: Resurfaced Memories

2012!Leo x Fashion Model Reader

A/N: Hi tumblr! Okay, please bare with me because I'm a little new to this place, but I've been DYING to write this ongoing series. Hope you enjoy! :)

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You were a fashion model, he was a crime-fighting leader in blue. You and Leo shared a long past as friends back in highschool, hoping to grow even closer than ever. You were going abroad to Italy to pursue the dream of becoming a fashion designer, then return back to NYC just like you planned. Until one day you got separated from the family after the Krang took over New York, leaving the turtles to run to April’s farm house while you were nowhere to be found. Three years have passed, and an upcoming fashion show is taking place in the city. As advertisements covered the streets, Leo would've never believed the girl who stole his heart and disappeared would be starring the front covers.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/N

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The sound of laughter rang through the cool night air, I watched my brothers sit in a circle as April walked toward them with a box of pizza in hand. We just had to celebrate another mission, I wasn’t too fond of being so out in the open though, especially with how loud Mikey was talking and the recent discovery last night. It was one thing to deal with the Krang, but now them working alongside the Footclan? Could’ve fooled me. “Always on the lookout, aren’t you, Blue?” Her voice chirped from behind. I could already see the smile painted on her face as her footsteps grew closer. “Someone’s gotta keep watch,” I muttered in response, leaning back against a wall. She sighed as she swung her legs over the edge of the rooftop. “You know I was against us coming back up here. We’re supposed to lay low, especially now that the Footclan is teaming up with the Krang.” “You worry too much, you know that?” She tilted her head back toward me, that smug smile still on her face. That damn smug smile. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but, if you keep this up you’re gonna start like, shedding your shell from stress-!” “Turtles don’t shed.” She huffed a laugh as she shook her head.

“Yes, they do. And what I’m trying to say is that you need to relax, Leo,” I watched her swing her legs back onto the rooftop, dusting her pants off before walking toward me.  “You and the gang deserve a break-! Besides, how many more times are you gonna get moments like this?” Our direction turned toward Mikey belching in Raph’s face, a visible vein throbbing on his forehead as he clenched his fists.

However, before I could make my way over to break up an upcoming fight, the sudden warmth that enveloped my hand caused me to freeze. 

“You’re an amazing older brother and leader,” Y/N continued, her fingers slipping in between mine. “They all look up to you, and they know they can depend on you. Even Raph. We’ll be ready when the Krang and Footclan come down our path. But for now, you need to take one shell of a break.” I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at that last sentence, her laughter at the ridiculous pun cracking me a smile. 

“You’re gonna tell me all of that then ruin the moment for a stupid pun? Guess you can call me shell-shocked.” Now her eyes were rolling back as she tried to hide her smile.

“Hey-! If you guys still want your slice, you better hurry up before Mr. No-Manners downs it in the next three seconds!” Raph called out, headlocking Mikey to the ground as he chanted ‘uncle’ endlessly. Casey filmed the whole showcase, cackling like a witch as Donnie poked Raph with the end of his staff in hope to calm things down (things did not calm down). The two of us exchanged a small smile before walking back to join the rest of the group, my hand still clasping hers before we released hold. For a split second, it felt as if she didn’t want to let go just yet.

I didn’t either.

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“Thanks for getting pizza this time, April,” You sighed, plopping next to her orange-haired friend in exhaustion. “I know how packed that stupid pizza parlor can get.” “No worries, I get my pay back when one of these four scare the hell outta those delivery guys on their little vespas,” She laughed in response, sliding the box toward you. “Speaking of vespas… are you gonna… you know?” You froze mid-bite at April, choking on the dough, tomato sauce, and cheese as the boys turned their attention to your coughing fit.

“I, uhm, I was hoping to… tell them a little later,” You squeaked in response. The sound of your nails digging into the styrofoam plate caused Donnie to raise a non-existent eyebrow, his brown eyes meeting Leo’s confused look.

“Is there something you wanna tell us, Y/N?” You jumped at Donnie’s question as you lifted your gaze from the plate. Now your look met everyone’s stares, including April’s supportive one. 

“Nope! Well… Not uh, really relevant until later this year,” You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oooooo! What’s happening later this year?” Mikey teased as he laid flat on his plastron. “You getting married~?” “WHAT?!” You and Leo screeched, Leo’s voice however, was much more high-pitched. As Leo looked away from the eyes on him, you scrambled to get your words together. “I am NOT getting married, Mikey. Let me make that clear to EVERYONE.” “So, if you aren’t getting married,” Casey started, freezing mid sentence at your glare.

“Then what’s happening ‘later this year?’” Raph finished, resting his arm on his knee. Now the spotlight turned back to you, silence along with the faint car honks leaving you to respond. You dug your fingers into your pants, trying to spill the words like a can of beans. This really was one shell of a situation. Heh, Leo would’ve loved that…Leo…

“April, Casey, and…uh, turtles,” You started, taking in a deep breath. Another few moments of silence passed as you felt your throat slowly starting to close up. But, you knew you had to get this over with, the weight will probably kill you at this point if you don't tell the truth. 

“I’m gonna be moving abroad for school in three months. I’ll be in Italy for college to become a designer. Fashion designer specifically.” As you paused for a moment, you saw the shocked faces of your friends before you. April gave your hand a gentle squeeze to continue.

“I… don’t know when I’ll be back specifically,” You dropped your head, staring at the leftover pizza crust. By now, Mikey would’ve snatched and stuffed it in his mouth, but from the sudden change in atmosphere, you understand why it’s still sitting on the plate. “And I would turn down the offer to go to school here-” “Then why won’t you?!” Casey blurred out as he sat up straight. “NYU is only, what,  a couple of blocks away? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to stay here and take whatever fashion class they had? You’ll probably be saving an arm and a leg flying over there AND renting a dorm-!” Even though none of them showed it, the brothers agreed in silence as they looked back at you for a response. “She’s going to Italy because she got a full scholarship, dingus,” April glared at his interruption. “If she could stay here she obviously would. But, it’s her life and her choices to make, not ours… even though… I wish I could convince you outta this somehow.” With a light hearted chuckle, April released your hand as she stood up, clenching her fists.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you guys yet, especially with everything going on but… I’m a little glad I got it done and over with. Probably would’ve hurt more if I told you later on anyways.” Your heart ached at the turtles’ stares, especially Leo’s. Just looking at his eyes spoke millions of words, his lips slightly agape as you looked away. But two words specifically rang in your head after reading his plea:

 Don’t go.

“WE’LL MISS YOUUUUUUUU~!” Mikey cried as he wrapped his arms around your neck, full on wailing into your shoulder. You chuckled softly as you patted the back of his shell trying to soothe the youngest brother. You were gonna miss the sewer murals you’ve worked on together…

“Hey hey, calm down, Mikey! It’s not like I’m leaving tomorrow!” You tried to brush it off, gently prying Mikey off you to look into his eyes. “We still have another good three months together, and you already know damn well we're gonna make the best of it.” “So you’ll finally try my homemade pizza-bite cereal and grand algae slushies?!” “Don’t push your luck.” “Worth a shot.”

“This was really unexpected, Y/N…” Donnie rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up. “B-but of course, we’ll wish the best for you in Italy! The architecture and landmarks there are astounding, especially with the history behind them. Uh, promise to send us photo cards?” “I promise I’m gonna call you guys everyday, Don,” You grinned as you offered a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. “Maybe you can give me a history lesson about the country, or show me tips on how to survive over there.” Donnie’s sad expression wavered at your response, his smile growing as he patted the back of your hand.

“Hey, think about the positives-!” Raph said, resting his elbow on top of Mikey’s head. “She’ll be heading off to pursue her dreams and we finally have more room in the lair! No more listening to hair dryers early in the morning or her screwing up our missions somehow.” The group, especially Leo, all turned to glare at the him as he let out a chuckle. You did the same though, shaking your head as you laughed to yourself.

“Oh, I’m so gonna miss you, big guy,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ll make sure I’ll make Mikey find the best possible ways to annoy you in my honor…” Raph scoffed as he placed his hands on his sides, feeling the weight of your chin on his shoulder. “Promise me you’ll always take good care of the family…alright?” Within the silence, you smiled to yourself as you felt a hand gently pat your lower back in response.

“Three months away, so right when we graduate you’re kissing April and I goodbye?” Casey questioned as he leaned on his hockey stick. “Guess it’s back to good ol’ Red and I. Why’s it always the chicks that gotta leave?” Casey was immediately met with scolding from April, playfully smacking his head while he cowered and tried to shield himself.

You pulled your gaze away from April’s parenting instincts to turn to Leo, who just happened to be staring back at you. Stepping away from the group’s loud antics, you and the turtle stood infront of each other as the once melodic mood turned melancholic. 

“I was planning to tell you first, by the way,” You broke the silence, holding onto yourself as you tried to keep your composition. “Leo, please trust me when I searched for so many different ways to try and come to this outcome. And… Now the more I think of it, the more I’m starting to regret i-”You were cut off mid sentence, however, as a pair of hands held yours ever so gently. You remained quiet once Leo gave you a serious yet soft look. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to be reluctant about your goals because of  us,” Leo started, his thumb softly brushing back and forth against the back of your hand. “Getting a scholarship is amazing, and I’m genuinely proud of you. You’ve made your choices and you have your dreams, so hurry up and chase them. Then, come back to us, alright?”

You felt water appear at your lash line, you thought you were gonna break down right then and there from the sweet words the turtle had to say. Quickly, you two hugged each other as tight as possible, faces burying into each others’ shoulders as you refused to let go. You were going to miss goofing off with Mikey, learning from Donnie, pissing off Raph, hanging out with Casey and April… but most of all you were going to miss your leader in blue.

“I’ll be back here before you guys know it,” You smiled, reluctantly pulling away from his grip. “Besides, three months to hang around with you guys? That’s more than enough time to have a Space Heroes marathon, no?” You could feel Leo’s smile  as he chuckled to himself, the two of you walking side by side back toward the group.

“More than enough time…” He repeated to himself. Maybe for once, life would treat him and his brothers right. They’ll get rid of any dangers lurking within the city, he’ll become a true leader, and he’ll spend as much time with his friends before they all go their separate ways.

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But life isn’t always fair; it never was, in fact.

Krang everywhere. The skies were rolling with gray, not a pinch of sunlight shining down on the chaotic streets of NYC. The screams and wails of citizens grew louder as droids destroyed anything and everything in its path. One thing led to another, from April accidentally bringing a droid to the lair, to Leo and Splinter getting separated from the group, everything felt like a blur.

The gang was crowded in April’s apartment. Everyone was arguing on how to get out of the city, where to go and how to get there. It was quickly interrupted when a turtle in a blue mask flew through the window, shattered glass flying everywhere. Hearts dropped the moment he came crashing down onto the floor.

Leo swore he could’ve heard the desperate cries of his name as his vision faded in and out of view. Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he get up and tell everyone that he’s okay and they had to find Master Splinter? 

Why couldn’t he be strong?

The last thing Leo remembered was his brothers laying him down in the back of a van, the engine humming as doors slammed shut. Then he heard a scream, punches flying and struggle depicted. The weight of his brothers on the car was lifted followed by more faint screaming and yelling. Some were of anguish, others were in anger and frustration. Their voices kept on repeating a name… your name.

Again, everything was a blur. After waking up after who knows how long, Raph explained to him about how they escaped to April’s old farmhouse and everything that happened… almost everything.

“As we were getting into the van, some special force group…” Donnie started, lowering his head toward the ground. “They saw us, and assumed we were the bad guys… or, something like that.” “She charged toward them as they started shooting at the van,” Raph sounded tired, he looked just as tired physically. “They didn’t aim at her, thankfully. But… they took her.” Leo nearly collapsed forward before April and Mikey helped him settle on the sofa, feeling more dizzy than ever. You’ve been taken? You’ve been in danger this whole time and here he was, unable to even stand up for more than five minutes. Fear overcame him, not only for Master Splinter or his family, but for you too. 

The moment they returned to New York, successfully defeating the Krang and reuniting with Master Splinter, everyone searched top to bottom. April broke into your apartment, but the paint on the walls crumbling off and trash scattered across the floor showed that no one has been here for a long time. Donnie tried calling your phone, your T-phone, emailing, even trying to get in contact with your parents to get word that you’re okay somehow. Defeat never felt heavier.

Everyone was drained, but the person taking it the hardest was Leo. Calling your phone just to listen to your voice on the voicemail, or dropping by your old apartment to collect anything special lying around. The night he found a picture of you on your vanity, he decided that was the last thing to grab before avoiding that building for the rest of his life. Now that beautiful photo of you was placed on the shelf in the dojo, resting next to the family portrait of Master Splinter and his first family. 

Eventually, time passed and life went by, yet things seemingly never changed within the family. Other than April and Casey starting a relationship together and his brothers still being the goofballs, you were nothing more than a memory. Crime in New York had dropped tremendously thanks to the gang, and for once, they could all finally live without any problems.

One night, however, everything would change. As the brothers got ready to cut their nightly patrol short due to an incoming storm, the four turtles hopped down a nearby fire escape. Leo watched Mikey step on the cold metal plate, but something distracted him, leading him to gasp wide and sway back and forth. “DUDES-!” Mikey yelled, catching his balance with the railing. “That billboard! Right over there! IS that-?!”

His brothers’ attention turned where he was pointing, focusing on a newly installed billboard in the distance. It was for one of those super fancy fashion brands, the bright gold font was almost eyestraining. It featured the title, “Bellezza Per Sempre’’ and a girl wearing a feather boa and black dress, smiling wide with her eyes shut. Leo froze in his tracks as he looked at the girl. No. It couldn’t be. 

His brothers called out his name as he leaped toward the billboard, but he ignored them. His focus was only on one thing as he grew closer and closer. Sliding across the rooftop adjacent to the advertisement, Leo ignored his burning lungs and shaky hands, he couldn’t believe it. It really was…

“Y/N…” Was all he managed to utter before the rain started falling from the night sky.

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One Papaya For Me Please - Daniel Ricciardo (Part 2)  

Read Part 1 HERE.

Pairing: Reader x Daniel Ricciardo , OFC x Daniel Ricciardo 

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Warnings: smut, language, angst, fluff - we've got it all!

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: After the events last season, Poppy and Daniel agreed to just be friends. As George Russell's race engineer, Poppy wasn't ready to jump into a relationship, especially not with a McLaren driver. But after a lovely weekend in Australia with Daniel's family, the line between friends and lovers begins to blur. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being more than friends with Daniel?

Word Count: 9300 words [because I have a problem]

AN: Hi Anon - Thanks for requesting! I decided to make this a part two of a Danny "one shot" I did! I loved that couple, and this seemed like a fun idea! Took a little liberty on this request, but I hope you still enjoy it!

We all need some DR3 love after the events of the last month!! <3

Comments always appreciated & enjoy!

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The 2022 season had been phenomenal; George had won his second championship, and as his race engineer, we were becoming an unstoppable team. While I had received countless offers from other teams to leave Mercedes - many offering me senior level engineering positions and raises beyond my wildest dreams, I couldn’t find myself able to leave the team who had given me first race engineering job – or George. George had offered me the position of a lifetime to be his race engineer at the young age of 27, and I knew we had more work to do – more championships to win. 

Still, I had come close to leaving Mercedes when McLaren came in with a deal almost too good to pass up – a chance to be their number 3 engineer, to sit at the head panel with Zak during races and observe both cars. Instead of being a dedicated race engineer to one driver, I’d help further develop the McLaren car concept. It would be a dream position, but something stopped me. 

More like someone. 

After my date with Daniel Ricciardo at the Monaco Grand Prix driver’s dinner, Daniel and I had decided to remain just friends. I could tell that he was disappointed in my decision; Daniel had done his best to be very convincing that night, but my mind was set. The life of an F1 driver’s girlfriend was tough; not something I felt I was cut out for. They were constantly analyzed, constantly evaluated against one another. I didn’t want to throw myself into the mix; being compared against a bunch of beautiful models seemed like a complete dead end to my self-esteem. 

So, I told Daniel I wanted to just be his friends – it was a lie, but I knew it was the right thing to do. When McLaren came sniffing around, offering me the job, I couldn’t say yes. The idea of working with Daniel Ricciardo day in and day out was too much for me to bare. When Daniel heard about my offer from McLaren, he begged me to take it. 

While Daniel had, once again, been pretty convincing after the 2022 Belgium GP, I declined McLaren’s offer the next day, much to Daniel’s disappointment. Ever since that night, I felt like our friendship had taken a bit of a left turn, which I suppose I should have expected. Daniel and I had now slept together twice – not exactly something you do with someone you want to be just friends with. We were friendly at races and parties, it was impossible not to be with Daniel, but I could feel the unspoken tension between us – the awkwardness.  

As the 2023 season had begun, Daniel and I hadn’t spoken much. I suppose it made sense; we had agreed we would be friends, but the reality was, we weren’t really friends before we slept together, so there wasn’t much of a friendship to go back to. We texted occasionally, mostly him reaching out to me, asking how I was doing, but as the races in the 2023 season went on, the texts became less frequent, almost stopping entirely after the third race. 

The fifth race of the season was Silverstone, and after a strong showing from Mercedes, George had managed to finish P2, just a fraction behind Charles Leclerc who had managed to squeak out P1. Silverstone was always one of the highlights of the season, especially for George Russell as a British driver. Most of the drivers stayed in the UK that Sunday, and the entire grid went out that night to a party hosted by one of the drivers. This year’s party was hosted by Lando at a club close by. 

I was exhausted after the race, and truthfully, I wanted nothing more than to crash in my hotel room with a bottle of red wine and a plethora of cookies – but George and Carmen were having none of that, insisting that I join them at the Silverstone party. After a lot of begging – and more importantly, a ton of champagne –  I begrudgingly said yes. Carmen came into my room about an hour before we had to go, another bottle of champagne in hand, and handed me a beautiful red dress, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively. 

“Wear this,” Carmen demanded, “You’ll be sure to turn heads.” Carmen winked at me as she threw the dress at my shocked face. I didn’t usually wear dresses this revealing to F1 parties, especially not red ones. Unless you worked for Ferrari, red was an unspoken ‘off limits’ color. Still, I tried the dress on and as much as I hated to admit it, I looked fabulous in the red dress. 

Fuck it. I hadn’t felt this sexy in a while. 

As Carmen and I left the room we were getting ready in, I saw George and Carlos walk out of George’s room. The boys had been drinking beers in George’s room while we got ready in my room which was conveniently across the hall from George’s. As I stepped into the hallway, I saw Carlos’ eyes rake over my body, and I internally smirked a bit. Was this Carmen’s plan? 

I knew Carmen had noticed Carlos’ expression, because she wiggled her eyebrows behind me when I turned to her, to which I just rolled my eyes in response. If Carmen thought I was going to sleep with another driver, she was out of her mind. I learned my lesson after Danny Ricciardo – drivers were off limits. 

The group of us arrived at the Silverstone party just after 10pm, around the same time many of the other drivers, girlfriends and their friends arrived. Once we got there, Carlos, George, Carmen and I headed straight to the bar, ordering a few more glasses of champagne, before we ventured to a table in the corner, sitting down and chatting about the weekend. 

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a familiar face – Daniel and Lando had arrived, Luisa trotting shortly behind Lando, happily chatting to another woman that I didn’t recognize. After a few more moments, I saw the girl I didn’t recognize lean her head onto Daniel’s back, giving him a small snuggle, as he ordered drinks for his group at the bar. I knew it was silly how much my heart sank when I saw the woman with Daniel, chatting away to Luisa. I couldn’t expect Daniel to stay single forever. I had my chance, and I turned it down – for good reasons. 

Everything within me was hoping that Daniel and Lando wouldn’t see us sitting in the back corner, but as per usual, the universe had other plans. As soon as Daniel and Lando had their drinks, I could see Lando make eye contact with Carlos, who was waving them over. My body immediately stiffened, which Carlos seemed to notice because he put an arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze, pulling me closer to him. 

“Come on Poppy, just because they work for McLaren, doesn’t mean you have to ignore them,” Carlos teased. Everyone in the paddock was aware of my McLaren job offer – Zak was about as subtle as the “b” in the word when it came to making McLaren’s intentions known. 

 I just rolled my eyes in response and motioned for him to scoot over. Carlos did so, but left his arm around my shoulders as we moved, making way for the other couples. Daniel immediately saw me and smiled, before letting his smile falter as his eyes move to Carlos’ arm around my shoulder. Carlos and I were just friends, but I could see why this looked incredibly off to Daniel. I’d made a huge deal about not wanting to date a driver, and yet here I was wearing red, all snuggled up with Carlos Sainz at a post-race party. 

Still, sitting there watching Daniel with whatever-her-name-was wasn’t fun either. 

Daniel slid into the booth first, sitting right next to me. He flashed me his famous Danny Ric smile before getting comfortable in the booth. Daniel and Lando had purchased a few extra bottles of champagne, and without even asking, Daniel was already filling up my glass. 

“So, Poppy, you and George look like an absolute firecracker out there,” Lando commented, cooly sipping his champagne as he snuggled in a bit more with Luisa. 

“It’s all her, mate,” George responded, giving me a wink and a high five, which I promptly returned across the table. “Dream team!” 

“Soon we’ll make Bono and Lewis look like amateurs,” I quipped, earning me a chuckle from Carlos who was still sitting next to me, his arm still draped around my shoulders. 

“Your confidence is inspiring. Although after rejecting that offer McLaren gave you, I think we’re all wondering what dirt George had on you.” Daniel said the words with jest in his tone, but I could sense the underlying meaning – the hint at me saying no to the offer. 

I could see Daniel’s eyes flicker between me and Carlos for a moment, before he returned his gaze back to his drink. I knew Daniel had said his comment with the goal of getting slightly under my nerves, but today was a good day – and I was going to take the highroad. Which, if I was being honest, wasn’t as satisfactory as taking the petty road, but I figured it was worth a try.

“I feel like I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, papaya just isn’t my color. We can’t all pull it off like you and Lando.” 

“I’d say red is your color, cariño,” Carlos butted in, a twinkle in his eye as he looked me up and down in my red dress. I knew I was blushing, as much as I was trying not to. “Feel free to come to Ferrari whenever you want to work with a real champion.”

“Oh, is Charles hiring a new race engineer?” Carlos rolled his eyes and gave my cheeks a light pinch as I said the teasing words, causing the entire group to laugh. 

The conversation flowed a bit more, all of us chatting on about the race today before the conversation moved to the golf plans Lando, Carlos and George had tomorrow. As they continued to get more excited discussing their new golf find, Daniel turned to me, pouring me a bit more champagne. 

“I’m good Danny,” I said choking, on the champing as it went down. “Any more and I’ll be tempted to start dancing on top of this table.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Danny laughed, still trying to pour a little more champagne into my glass as I pulled it away, sticking my tongue out at him. Daniel leaned down a little closer, whispering, “I like the Poppy who makes bad decisions. She somehow always ends up in my bed.” 

Before I could retort something back to Daniel, I saw whatever-her-name-was lean in to say something to Daniel; her face didn’t look amused. Danny went back to chatting with her, turning his back towards me. 

I felt a small sense of satisfaction at her jealousy as I turned back to Carlos, George and Carmen, joining in their new conversation. 

Toronto GP – Danny POV

Seeing Poppy that night stirred something inside of me. I know we had agreed to be just friends, something I hated all together, but I couldn’t say no to her. I’d rather have her as a friend than not at all. But as I saw her sitting there with Carlos, I let my jealousy get the best of me. 

Why was Carlos worthy of her attention? Why had I not been worthy enough?

In truth I didn’t know if they were actually dating. They’d sat together all night, but Carlos hadn’t actually made a move on her besides resting his arm around her shoulder. I knew Carlos was a touchy-feely sort of person, so it was possible they weren’t dating – although why would she be wearing a red dress if she wasn’t interested in Carlos? 

My mind was working a million miles a minute; I didn’t even see Lando come up to me, waving his hand in my face, trying to get my attention. 

“Mate – you good there?” Lando asked. 

I nodded a confirmation, but said nothing, still deep in thought. George was standing next to Lando, a cheeky smile on his face. 

“Wow, you’ve got it bad,” I heard George comment. As I looked up towards him, I quirked my eyebrows in question, not entirely sure why he had said that. Lando just laughed. 

“You being deep in thought got anything to do with why Alana didn’t come this weekend?” Lando asked. Alana had been the girl I was sort of seeing. It was a casual thing; Luisa had introduced us. But apparently after last weekend in Silverstone, Alana decided I still had a thing for Poppy and called our relationship quits. 

Honestly, I was relieved. I’d told her she was wrong, but we both knew I was lying. 

“We broke things off.” 

“Sorry to hear that, Dan.” George looked at me, as if he was expecting a reason as to why Alana and I had called our relationship quits, but how could I tell him ‘oh it’s because I’m actually sort of in love with your race engineer that I had McLaren try and steal from you?’ 

“Thanks, yeah it’s fine, it was a casual thing anyway.” 

Lando could tell that I didn’t want to continue discussing it so he turned to George, changing the topic of conversation. “So… anything between Carlos and Poppy? I noticed they were a little snuggly last weekend.” 

I didn’t know if I wanted to slap Lando or thank him for bringing this up – a little bit of both, if I was being honest.  I desperately both wanted and didn’t want to know the answer to Lando’s question.

It really depended on the answer. 

“Poppy and Carlos?” George laughed, a look of disbelief in his eyes. “Carlos wishes – not a chance from her, mate. You know Carlos, he’s a snuggly kind of guy and they were both drunk, but she ended coming back to our hotel room and eating pizza until 3am, falling asleep on Carmen and I’s couch. She and Carmen were so drunk, I had to get a late check out and change our leaving time.” 

I felt a sudden wave of relief come over me, which I tried not to show on my face. Lando, however, picked up on it as he looked at me questioningly. I just nodded my head slightly behind George, signaling for Lando not to say anything. 

“Ah, well bummer for Carlos then,” Lando joked. “You think she’s just not into dating drivers?” I gave Lando a harsh look, silently pleading for him to quit while he was ahead. George knew that Poppy and I had slept together, I mean he’d help set it up, clearly hoping it would turn into something more. When it didn’t, I made sure there was no hard feelings between us; George was incredibly protective of Poppy, and I hadn’t been entirely sure what she had told him.

Fortunately for me, she put the blame on herself, and George and I had resumed our friendship, pretending like I hadn’t slept with his race engineer. 

George shifted slightly uncomfortably. Clearly he was remembering situation with Poppy and I last year. “She’s a private person,” was all George managed to say back, before excusing himself from the conversation, claiming that Poppy was demanding he come back for a review of the FP1 set up. 

As George walked away, I slapped Lando on the shoulder. “Why so curious about her dating life all of a sudden?” I demanded. 

“Why are you sitting here day-dreaming of Poppy instead of fighting for the woman you clearly still have a thing for?” Lando retorted. I hated when people answered questions with questions, but deep down I knew he had a point. I hadn’t really fought for Poppy last year; I was too scared of losing her as a friend.  

“She said she wanted to be friends. I’m going to respect that.” 

“Did you ask why?” Lando just stared at me blanking, already knowing the answer to his question. 

I hadn’t asked why. I was too scared of the answer, too scared of the rejection, of being told I wasn’t good enough. Last year had been tough with the McLaren car, and this year was proving just as bad. I didn’t need another thing going wrong in my life, so I never asked, even though I deeply wanted to know why. 

“Look, Dan, it’s none of my business, but if it was me, I’d be trying to figure out why and then attempting to fix it. I saw you guys last year – you looked like a lot more than friends every time you hung out, that’s all I’m saying.” Lando gave me a small smile and patted my shoulder before walking back to the McLaren garage, leaving me standing alone in the paddock. 

I started to walk towards the McLaren garage, only to see Poppy, hands full of binders and papers, walking quickly towards the Mercedes garage. I went to call out to her, but before I could, I saw her trip over her untied laces, sending her falling face first onto the concrete. I ran over to her, pulling her up slightly, checking her face for cuts which fortunately there were none. 

Poppy quickly bent down to pick up the binders and papers before they blew away. As she regained her posture, she lifted her head and gave me a shy smile and a nod. “Thanks, Dan – wow that could have been bad.” She shoved the binders and various folders into her briefcase. 

“Glad you’re alright.” Poppy gave me another smile and quietly thanked me again as we both stared at each other. Why did this feel so awkward? 

“You, umm, wanna grab a coffee or you got somewhere to be in a rush?” I asked, motioning to her briefcase stuffed full of papers. 

Poppy let out a small huff, but then unexpected nodded her head yes, much to my surprise. “Sure – coffee would be great.” 

We walked to the nearest F1 coffee stand and each ordered a coffee, before sitting down at one of the little two top tables. 

“How are you feeling about Toronto?” Poppy asked finally. 

“You know, the breaks are a little rough still – but the car does feel better this year. I have some hope.” I wanted it to not sound quite as sad and pathetic as it came out, but this was Poppy – I could never hide my feelings from her, and she knew as much as anyone that the car wasn’t very good. 

“If anyone can work it out, it’s you.” I could feel my spirit lift a bit as she said the words. Poppy had always been so kind and thoughtful, it’s what drew me to her in the first place. We sat and chatted for another 20 minutes before Poppy said she had to leave. I was already 5 minutes late to a McLaren meeting, but coffee with her had been so lovely I didn’t care. 

I didn’t want it to end. 

The rest of the race weekend had been fairly uneventful.  I managed to get a P7 race position which meant important points for the team. As I got out of the car, I high-fived the various mechanics and Michael before heading to my drivers room before I would be ushered to the media pen. As I looked down at my phone, I saw a text from Poppy come through. 

Poppy: Good job out there. Told you if anyone could do it, you could. Xx 

I smiled at the text from Poppy, my heart warming at her kind words. 

Me: Thanks P. See you tonight? 

Poppy: Yes, can’t NOT celebrate a Lewis race win and a double Mercedes podium – think I’d be fired! 

As soon as my press duties were completed, I quickly made it back to my hotel and got changed and ready, carefully picking out an outfit for tonight. Michael had made fun of me for being so selective on my outfit, but I knew Poppy was going to be there and I wanted to look good. 

“Danny – we’re over here!” I heard a voice yell out as I walked into the club. At the back of the room I spotted Poppy, George, Carmen and Carlos all sitting together again. I bristled a bit at seeing Carlos sitting next to Poppy, but reminded myself that they were just friends – just like Poppy and I were just friends. 

At least this time she wasn’t wearing a stupid red dress. 

“Congrats George!” I called out, plopping down next to Poppy and giving her thigh a quick squeeze. “Congrats to you, too,” I whispered a little more quietly to her, earning a bright smile from the Mercedes engineer. 

“Thanks Dan – you and Lando looked good out there.” George shook my hand as a I sat down and moved the bottle of champagne over, motioning for me to take a glass and have some. 

“Yeah the car is feeling better. Looking forward to Australia in two weeks. I think we might be able to place top 10, maybe even top 5.” 

The conversation flowed a bit more before everyone moved to the dance floor. Carlos had taken up the opportunity to chat to one to Luisa’s friends who had brought along, so I moved in closer to Poppy, grabbing her hand. “Wanna grab a drink?” 

“Sure!” 

As we made our way to the bar I ordered Poppy a Chambord, a drink I knew was one of her favorites, and we went back to the booth. 

“So, how are things with your family?” Poppy sat a little closer to me so she could hear the answer to her question. 

“My parents are doing great as is my sister. They’re really enjoying life in Australia at the moment; it’s hard being away from them and my niece, so I can’t wait to see them next week.” 

“I’m sure that’ll be lovely. It was so nice to meet them last year; they’re such lovely people,” Poppy hummed, sipping more of her drink. 

I nodded in agreement, not really sure what to say. We’d agreed to be friends, but the more I looked at her, smiling away and chatting about my family, the less I wanted to be friends – the more I wanted to throw her onto the table and make her scream my name over and over again, other people be damned. 

But, I didn’t – instead we kept chatting away, discussing what sight seeing she had planned in Australia this year. The conversation stayed casual and after another half hour, the rest of the group had returned, effectively ending my alone time with Poppy. 

Still, it felt nice to talk to her and be around her. Maybe I could do this friends thing after all? 

Poppy POV – Australia Race 

After that evening in Toronto, Daniel and I had been texting more and more. It started out with a ‘hope your flight was okay’ but by that weekend, we had gone back to last year’s frequency, sending hilarious memes and random recipes that we found on the internet.  I had missed this part of my friendship with Daniel. He always had something funny to say – always something uplifting. It was refreshing. 

Daniel had asked if I wanted to come to Australia a little early, do a little sightseeing with his family. After first I declined because I knew the media would be all over him that week, but after Daniel sent me a hilarious sad face of his mom along with a video message from her begging me to come, I was done for. Sneaky bastard knew how to get me over early. Daniel’s mom was incredibly kind, generous and like her son, an absolute joy to be around.  Whoever she ended up being mother-in-law too one day would be a lucky woman. 

I arrived in Australia the Saturday before the race weekend, which gave us a few days to explore Melbourne. Danny took me to all his favorite food spots, a few art museums and a couple of lovely hikes. I had offered to get my own hotel, but Daniels’ parents would hear nothing of it. I was surprised when they offered to put me up in their house that they had rented for the week, but they were both insistent. Sometimes his parents joined us on our expeditions, but more often that not, it was just Daniel and I exploring the city together. 

I was shocked – and relieved – at how little paparazzi was around. Toto knew I had gone a little early to explore, he’s even encouraged it, but Mercedes didn’t particularly want me plastered across Formula 1 gossip sites with Daniel Ricciardo. 

We spent the evenings relaxing with Daniel’s family. George and Carmen arrived on the Monday, and they joined us for the dinner on Tuesday. When we broke out into groups and played charades, Daniel and I teamed up and annihilated the other teams, much to George’s annoyance. 

Formula 1 drivers – so sensitive… so competitive, I giggled to myself. Of course I would never tell George that. His competitiveness was the reason I had received a big promotion and raise last year. Still, it made me laugh. 

When Wednesday rolled around, I said good-bye to Daniel’s family, promising to join them for an early dinner on Friday if I could get away from the garage. Unfortunately FP1 and 2 had gone horrifically for Mercedes, so I sadly had to cancel, promising to see them in the paddock after the race on Sunday. 

Once race day arrived, the paddock was buzzing with Daniel Ricciardo fans. Everywhere I turned was his face on a stick somewhere. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of papaya. As I got ready in my hotel room, I saw my phone light up with a text from Daniel. 

Danny Ric: How’s it feel to be surrounded by your favorite color? 

I rolled my eyes at his text. He knew I hated that color, always teasing me about it. 

Me: McLaren needs a better color – feel like I am drowning in papaya over here. 

Danny Ric: There’s worse ways to die. Death by papaya actually sounds pretty good to me. Btw the parents say hey – we missed you on Friday. 

Me: Thanks, trust me I’d have rathered be with you guys than in the garage until 2am Saturday morning. I had to kick George out, make him go get some sleep. 

Danny Ric: If anyone can get that car back together, it’s you. 

I smiled at Daniel’s confidence in me, looking at my phone for a moment before contemplating what to send text.  

Me: Thanks… You know it’d be easier to do if I wasn’t surrounded by Daniel Ricciardo faces everywhere. 

I attached a photo of one of the faces I’ve seen people holding, Daniel’s eyes cut out so the fan could look through the cardboad cut out of his face.  

Danny Ric: I would have thought being surrounded by such a handsome face all day would make it easier.  

Me: One Daniel Ricciardo is more than enough…. possibly too much already ;-) 

Danny Ric: How your lies hurt me! 

Danny Ric: I know you secretly want more Daniel in your life. 

If only Daniel knew how true that statement was. As I read that text, I typed out a response and then deleted it, only to type out another one and then delete it. 

Me: Well, I can concede to one thing, the world definitely needs more Danny Ric smiles, no doubt about that. Good luck today xx 

And with that I put my phone in my bag and made my way downstairs. I saw George standing by his Mercedes, waving to me; Carmen was already in the passenger seat. I hopped into the back seat and pulled out my notes, about to start running through some stats with George. 

“So… how was your week with Danny?” Carmen asked. She knew full well I wanted to talk stats, but the look on George’s face said he equally wanted the answer to Carmen’s question. 

“Fine.” 

“That’s all you’re going to give us?” George asked dryly. I could see him roll his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“I had a nice time. He’s a good friend.” I put the emphasis on friend, hoping George and Carmen would get the point. 

They did, but they refused to acknowledge it. 

“I don’t understand. He’s clearly interested. What’s stopping you?” Carmen turned around to face me, giving me a small smile.  

“Now isn’t the time for a relationship.” 

“Oh come on, age 28 isn’t the time for a relationship?” George rolled his eyes at me, chuckling as he continued to drive us to the track. 

How exactly was I supposed to tell George ‘oh I don’t want to be a drivers girlfriend because the pressures are too much.’ Carmen was amazing at handling the pressure, and I loved their relationship, but I wasn’t her. I valued my privacy to much, and I was too sacred of losing it. 

“I am, in fact, happy being single. I don’t need a boyfriend to be happy.” 

“No one said you needed one,” Carmen said a little exasperated. “I’m just confused why you don’t want Daniel.”  

“Can we just drop it for now?” I didn’t mean for the words to come out of my mouth so harshly, but I was over this conversation.  George and Carmen silently nodded, a little taken aback by my outburst. After a few more moments of silence, I opened my notebook once again and began reviewing some of the car stats with George. 

***** 

“AND THERE WE HAVE IT. DANIEL RICCIARDO WITH HIS SECOND WIN FOR MCLAREN!” 

As I overheard the Sky Sports coverage in the garage, a small smile crept over my face. He’d finally done it, Daniel had managed to win at his home race. George and Lewis had done well, coming in P3 and P4 respectively, behind Daniel and Max. The crowd to meet the three of them as they parked their cars in the podium spots was massive. George finally spotted me in the sea of people, and he ran over, giving me a huge hug before giving Carmen a big kiss. 

“Good job, George – so proud of you!” I yelled. 

“it’s all your Poppy – all you.”  

I smiled at his response. George was great at thanking the entire team; he knew it was a team effort. As the podium celebration came to an end, I saw Daniel doing a shoey with Max and George, the three of them giggling like little school girls up on the podium. After the podium celebration was done, Carmen looped her arms with mine and we walked back to the Mercedes garage. 

I took out my phone to send Daniel a text, but I noticed that a text was already on the screen from him. 

Danny Ric: Got a shoey in my drivers waiting for you. 

Me: Not worried I won’t come steal the McLaren engineering strategy? 

Danny Ric: Nothing sexier than a little Formula 1 espionage ;-) 

I rolled my eyes at his response, blushing a bit. I knew I should stay in the Mercedes garage, but as I walked back out into the hallway, I heard Toto announce that the team would be able to leave early. We’d all worked so hard all weekend, so the debrief would happen back at the offices on Tuesday. 

Me: Fine – but it had better not be from the shoe you wore today! 

I grabbed my bag and started walking towards the McLaren hospitality suite. Michael was waiting outside of the suite, a look of mischief in his eyes. He and I walked back to Daniels’ driver’s room, where he opened the door and snuck us inside. With all the commotion going on around us, no one even noticed me walk through the McLaren hospitality suite, which was probably for the best. 

“I’ll be right back,” I heard Michael say. Before I could ask him what was going on, he had already left the room, leaving me to sit alone on the papaya colored couch in the room. 

After a few more moments, I saw Daniel walk into the room, a huge smile on his face. He ran over to me and gave me a huge hug, picking me up in the air and spinning me around. I squeaked as he picked me up, wrapping my arms around him. 

“So proud of you Danny!” 

Daniel sat me down and looked me straight in the eyes. His stare was intense, but his smile was still huge. I felt pesky butterflies begin to circle in my stomach. I shouldn’t be feeling this way… we were just friends, I reminded myself. 

“Where is the rest of the Daniel Ricciardo crew!? I’m sure everyone wants to celebrate with McLaren’s hero himself,” I teased. Daniel ignored my comment, gently placing his hand on my chin, tipping it up so I could look directly into his eyes. 

“I love it when you call me Danny.” His words were a tad slurred, and I could tell he was a little tipsy after celebrating on the podium. I felt butterflies forming in my stomach as he said the words. His eyes were looking straight into mine, and I could see some unspoken words in them. 

The moment felt incredibly romantic, so I smiled a bit and backed away out of his grasp, turning to his table and grabbing a glass, pouring myself some champagne from the large champagne bottle. 

I decided to change the subject. “So where are we going to celebrate tonight?” Daniel smiled and motioned for me to sit on the couch next to him by patting it aggressively. 

I did as he motioned and sat down, turning to look at Daniel as he spoke. “Michael has a club booked. I’ll text you the details.” 

I nodded in response, downing my glass of champagne. I went to say something, but I heard my phone going off. It was George. 

“Don’t answer it,” Danny said, a little bit of desperation in his voice. I gave Danny a look of annoyance and opened my phone. He knew I had to answer it. 

“Hey George!” I could hear a ton of commotion in the background, and could barely make out what George was saying. Still, after a little bit of back and forth, George was telling me he was leaving and asked if I was coming. 

“Thanks for the drink, Dan, but I gotta run – my ride is leaving.  But I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” I could feel the energy in the room shift, a look of disappoint on Daniel’s face. It’s as if he was building up to say something, but couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. Still, a sly smile formed on his lips and he nodded at me, taking the glass from my hand. 

“Of course – can’t wait!” 

As I turned to leave, Daniel called out to me one more time. “Oh, and Poppy, try and wear something papaya tonight, yeah?” he said with a wink. 

“You’re the worst!” I giggled out, checking the McLaren hallway before making a b-line towards the exit. 

***** 

As I walked into my hotel room, I kicked off my shoes and jumped onto the bed, collapsing from the exhausting day. As my back hit the bed covers, I felt something underneath me. Weird, I thought. The cleaning team had definitely been through my room. 

I hopped off the bed and looked down to see what I had landed on. On the bed was a – now squished – shopping bag. The bag was beautiful, with lovely tissue paper coming out of it. Wherever this piece of clothing was from, it was expensive.

"Must be a thank you from George," I mumbled aloud to myself. Before opening it, I sent George a text, reminding him he didn’t need to get me gifts – I was just doing my job as his race engineer. 

Me: I don’t need gifts, George… I’m doing my job! 

George R: I’m confused...is this you asking for a gift? 

Me: Ha ha, very funny… now stop getting me gifts!

I attached a photo of the bag in the text. I could see three dots form on our iMessage thread, then disappear, then form again. As I waited for George’s response, I went to the bathroom and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water sooth my aching body. Just as my shower finished, I heard my phone ding. 

George R: Poppy, you are family to me. I love you like a sister, and as my sister, I can sincerely say, I would never get you something from that store. No offense but… gross. 

I cocked my eyebrows at that text and then quickly dumped the items out of the bag, curious what was going to be in there. As the items hit the bed, I let out a huge “oooooh”, immediately understanding George’s text. 

On the bed lay a beautiful lingerie set from Agent Provocateur in bright orange – papaya to be more specific. Immediately a text from Carmen lit up my phone, and I rolled my eyes. Carmen and George shared literally everything – and while I loved them both, sometimes I hated their relationship. 

Carmen: WHO GOT YOU THE LINGERIE? AND HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT BRAND?

As a response I just sent her back a photo of the brightly colored lingerie. Inside the bag was a card, which had fallen out with the bra.

The card read: 

Saw this and thought of you.

Figured you wouldn’t have brought something Papaya with you.

Dan xoxo

I re-read the card no less than 10 times. I let my hands feel the lingerie; it was incredibly soft and beautiful. The price of the set was probably more than all of my bras and underwear put together. 

Carmen: So much for being just friends ;-)

So much indeed. I knew I should be frustrated with Daniel. I had made it clear that I was only interested in being friends, but as I put the lingerie set on, I felt myself getting less and less mad. It looked and felt incredible on me… and I felt incredible wearing it. It was simple yet elegant. 

Bastard knew I’d like this set. 

After another hour went by, I threw on the dress that I had brought for tonight and made my way downstairs to where I was meeting George and Carmen. As we hopped into the taxi, Carmen leaned over and whispered, “So are you wearing it under your dress?” She wiggled her eyebrows, causing George to laugh. I was a little horrified that George knew I had received this lingerie from Danny, but decided to ignore the nagging inside of me. 

Fuck it, I was wearing 250 pound lingerie, and I looked hot wearing it. 

I just gave her a sly smile but said nothing, instead looking down at my phone. The champagne had started to hit, and I was feeling a little bolder. 

Me: Wildest thing – someone broke into my room. ;-) 

Danny Ric: Oh? Hope they didn’t take anything valuable 

Me: Quite the opposite, my thief left me a girft… so inconvenient of him, my suitcase is already quite full. 

Danny Ric: Oh yeah? This thief leave you anything good?  

Me: I’d say so… although the color was a little off. 

As soon as I sent the text we arrived at the Melbourne club. The club promoter shuffled us inside the building and up the stairs to the VIP section that had been rented out for the evening. As soon as we entered, I saw Lando run over to us, giving both me and Carmen a huge hug. Luisa was behind him, shaking her head in slight embarrassment. Clearly the McLaren team had spent the rest of the evening drinking before coming here. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny start to move towards us. He had a huge grin on his face and a knowing twinkle in his eyes. I moved towards him and matched his grin, giving him a hug as I approached. 

“Danny, surprised you’re still standing,” I quipped, motioning to the drink in his hand. He had to easily be on the second bottle of champagne. 

Daniel leaned down, putting his face next to my ear and quickly whispered, “Don’t want to drink too much, sweatshirt, or I might not be able to see that little gift the thief left you later.” 

Before I could retort something rude to him about the unlikeliness of that happening, George came over and gave Daniel a big hug, congratulating him on the win and chatting about the few moments they went back and forth for P1. 

Carmen and Luisa each grabbed a hand of mine and dragged me to the bar to order drinks. 

“Soooo… you going to give Danny a congratulations present later tonight?” Luisa giggled, giving me a knowing look. I looked at Carmen who pretended to not notice my glare as she ordered from the bartender. 

“A polite woman never kisses and tells!” 

“Aww come on Poppy – you’re no fun!” 

I stuck my tongue out at the two of them as I took my drink from the counter and left, walking back towards the group of guys who had found seats at a booth closer to the back. I sat and chatted to Michael, Daniel’s friend, a bit before making my way to the dance floor, grabbing Carmen and Luisa in the process, demanding that they dance with me. 

As Carmen and I swayed to the music, I saw Daniel walk over and cut in. “Mind if I have this next dance?” Before I could protest, Carmen gave me a huge smile and ran off the dance floor towards George at a speed that I think matched the Formula 1 cars. Daniel gabbed my hips and we continued to dance together, letting the beat of the music set the pace of our bodies. 

As the song “6 Inch Heels” by Beyonce came on, I felt Daniel step closer to me, letting his hands gently roam up and down my waist as we danced. I wanted to pull away, but the feeling of his hands on me was phenomenal. I had missed Daniel’s touched – hell, I had missed everything about him. He was amazing in bed and as we danced closer, our bodies tightly wound together, I began to forget all of those reasons why we shouldn’t be together. 

As if Daniel could tell my mind was wondering, he lifted my chin up to face him. “You look so, so beautiful in that dress.” 

“What if I told you it’s not even the most expensive thing I’m wearing tonight,” I said in a sultry voice I did not recognize as my own. I could see Daniel’s eyes darken, lust filling his brown eyes as I turned around, letting my back hit his chest as we continued to dance. I could feel his cock starting to get hard behind me, pushing slightly into my ass as we swayed to the music. 

Daniel let his lips ghost the shell of my ear as he leaned down, whispering, “Oh really now… sounds like that thief really did leave a nice gift, maybe you should consider thanking them.” 

“Well, if I’m lucky, he might drop by my room tonight so I can thank him properly.”   

Daniel turned me around to face him once again, his lips still dangerously close to my face as we danced to the music, ignoring everyone around us. It was if the entire room had disappeared, and it was just Danny and I – not a care in the world. 

Daniel nodded at my words, as if he was contemplating them. “True, although now I think about it, Poppy, I mean if a thief has access to your room, maybe it’s not to safe for you to be there all alone. Perhaps you should stay at a friends tonight.” I didn’t miss the way he said friends, a hint of mischief and laugher in his voice, as if he was slightly mocking me. 

“Well, I would but I think all my friends are a little busy tonight… maybe I should see if Carlos is free?” I said nonchalantly, getting some internal satisfaction as I saw Daniel clench his jaw at the mention of Carlos.  

Before I knew it, I was being dragged off of the dance floor and towards the group. Daniel picked up my purse and waved at George and Carmen. “I’m going take this one home!” 

Daniel hadn’t even thought of an excuse, too wound up after my comment about Carlos. I wanted to protest, or at least put up a fake protest to put forward the illusion that I had some control over this, but as I turned around, I saw George and Carmen laughing, both giving me four thumbs up between the two of them, clearly enjoying my predicament. 

I knew those fools were in on this. How else would Daniel’s assistant have gotten the key to my room? 

As soon as Daniel told the taxi driver the address, his lips were on mine. The kiss was hot and passionate, full of lust. Our tongues were both fighting for dominance over the other as Daniel wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me as close to him as possible.  

Fortunately the club was a very short distance from the McLaren hotel. Daniel pulled me out of the cab and made quick work of getting us into the elevator. As we stepped inside, I saw a group of VIPs standing there, chatting away. They gave Daniel some compliments on the race, before the elevator door rang for Daniel’s floor. Daniel dragged me to his hotel room and quickly opened the door. 

Before I could say anything, he picked me up and threw me on top of the bed, licking his lips as he looked down at me. 

“Before this continues, Poppy – I have to ask, are you sure you want to do this?” Daniel moved closer to me, his pupils were now completely blown. His leaned down on top of me and looked into my eyes; the question lingered in the air a little while longer.  

“Yes,” I finally breathed out. 

“Good because after tonight, I don’t think we can go back to being friends.” 

“Fuck it – we were pretty terrible at being friends anyway,” I laughed, earning a chuckle from Daniel as he tore my dress over my shoulders, leaving me in my heals and papaya lingerie set. 

Daniel crawled over me and kissed my lips, before trailing his sloppy kisses down my neck and chest, making sure to pay attention to every mole and mark that he saw. I whined a bit as Danny played close attention to each of my breasts, giving them the attention he said they deserved. After a few more moments, Daniel began to make his way down my body to where I wanted him most. He slowly pulled my beautiful lacy underwear off, throwing it to the back of the room. I sighed at the contact when his lips left soft kisses around my core, opening my legs a little bit more and pushing myself down. I heard a chuckle come from Daniel, and I gave me a little pout as he looked up at me, a devious grin and twinkle in his eyes. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I love everything about your body, all the way down to each of your moles.” 

I felt myself blush, not that Daniel could see it, as he dove into my core like a man starved. Daniel’s tongue began to work its way around my clit, never getting quite as close as I wanted him to as he continued to tease and taste me.  

It didn’t take Daniel long to get me to my first orgasm. As soon as my orgasm hit me, I began chanting his name, grabbing the sheets with both my hands as the bliss tore through my body. As soon as I could open my eyes, still panting, I saw Daniel looking up at me with his beautiful eyes, saliva running down his chin as he licked his lips, clearly enjoying the taste of my juices. 

That should not have turned me on as much as it did. 

As Daniel began to crawl up my body, I stopped him and took the opportunity to switch us, causing Daniel to fall onto his back as I sat on top of his thighs. 

“Fuck Daniel, I don’t know what it is about this thigh tattoo, but its so damn hot.” Daniel just smirked at my reaction, grabbing my hips with both of his large hands to steady me as I observed his tattoo. 

“You want to ride me, baby girl?” 

I nodded in response, lifting my hips as he situated himself underneath me. I began to let myself sink onto him, gasping as he began to fill me up. I had forgotten how big he was, and even though he had prepped my body for him, he still felt massive. I let myself revel in the feeling of him for a moment, slowly moving my body back and forth to get some friction on my clit. As if on cue, Daniel brought his hand to my clit and began to rub slow circles over me. 

At first the overstimulation made me stop a bit, but as Daniel kept going as a slow pace, I began to feel myself hurdling towards that pleasure I remembered all too well. 

“Oh, fuck, Danny – don’t stop.” I continued to bounce up and down, letting my hands steady myself on his chest for extra balance as I could feel myself beginning to reach my second orgasm of the night. Daniel let out a string of grunts and groans, and I could tell that he was getting closer.

“Come with me, baby girl,” he begged – well, pleaded – as he began thrusting up into me as I came down on him, his hand working furiously around my clit. 

After a few more moments, I felt my walls begin to flutter around his length. I fell forward as I reached my climax. Daniel thrusted a few more times, before letting out a guttural sound himself, calling out my name as I could begin to feel his cum drip down my legs. 

We both panted a bit longer, attempting to catch our breaths. Daniel moved me off of him and laid me down as he got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He returned from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up, before throwing it on the floor and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“That was…” he began, not being able to find the words. 

“Yeah…” I agreed. 

We both sat there in silence a bit longer, neither of us knowing what to say. 

“Glad you liked the lingerie.” 

“Bold move – dropping off lingerie at my hotel room.” As I said the words, Daniel pulled me closer into him, draping my spent body over his. 

“I meant what I wrote in the note. I saw the set and immediately thought of you. Well, I immediately thought of me pulling it off of you,” he added cheekily. 

I giggled at his comment, slapping his chest playfully. We fell back into a comfortable silence for a bit longer. I knew I had to ask the question that was hanging over us, a question I knew we both wanted to avoid. After a few more moments of silence, Daniel flipped me onto my back, his body was now leaning over me. His face was only inches from mine and he gave my lips a gentle peck. I felt his hands rub up and down my waist in soothing motions. 

Finally Daniel spoke, bringing forward the question I knew he was going to ask. “Why did you just want to be friends last year?” His words were gentle as he brought one hand up to caress my face, moving some hair out of my face in the process. 

“I don’t know, Danny,” I began, but he stopped me with another peck on my lips. 

“I can tell you why I didn’t fight for you.” His words took me aback a bit and I paused, looking deeply into his eyes, curious about what he was going to say. 

“I didn’t fight because I was scared you would reject me. Scared you would get tired of me and my jokes; scared you would be embarrassed about how I was driving the car.” He said the last part so low, I barely heard him. 

As he finished his sentence, I raised my head and pecked his lips, letting a small smile cross my face. “You were worried I’d be embarrassed to be seen with you?” I asked, confusion laced in my voice. Daniel just nodded in response. 

As he said the words I felt a pit in my stomach. I had denied Daniel because of my own insecurities, but as listened to how he felt, I felt silly – stupid even. I felt terrible that I had made him feel that way by denying our relationship, never giving him a reason why. 

But I knew why I didn’t tell him the reason – because he would have told me I was being ridiculous. That no matter what the journalists, gossip blogs or fans said, he’d always find me to be beautiful.  He would have convinced me it was all okay, tearing down the walls I had built up in the process. 

I didn’t tell him the reason because I was scared, but as I looked into his eyes, all of those fears began to dissipate. 

“I said I wanted to be friends, Danny, because I was scared. Scared of being a F1 drivers girlfriend. Scared that people would think I wasn’t worthy enough to be your girlfriend, or that sleeping with you might get me promotions I wouldn’t otherwise get. Scared of losing my privacy…”

I hated how small my voice was when the words came out of my mouth, but as I looked up at Daniel, I saw a huge grin on his face. “You – F1’s most savage engineer and 2x title holder were scared you weren’t worthy enough?” As the words left Daniel’s mouth, so did a chuckle. 

“Babe, fuck anyone who doesn’t think you’re worthy enough. Any promotions you get are backed up my phenomenal results from you and George. You’re incredibly intelligent and beautiful.” Danny leaned down to give me another kiss on the lips. 

I giggled a bit at his assertiveness and then looked away, not sure what to say. “So where does this leave us?” 

“There hasn’t’ been a day where I haven’t thought about you,” Daniel admitted to me. “I still want to take you out, show you off to the world, tell everyone that I have this amazing girlfriend. But I totally understand your concerns for privacy. So, I’d like to take this slow, do things the right way.” 

“Yeah?” I asked, a hint of disbelief in my voice. 

Daniel nodded, letting his body rest next to me now. I turned to face him and gave his cheek a kiss, snugging in closer to him. “You drive a hard bargain, Ricciardo; quite the negotiator.” I joked. 

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe there is still hope for me to convince you to become my engineer after all.” Before I could protest, I felt his lips on mine again. I knew I was in for a long night.

***********

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[iamcxlleigh]

𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐈𝐑. | 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⨟ You are young, beautiful and full of eagerness to learn coming into the BAU, that's what Hotch could notice mainly when he first saw you, over time he realized that you started to see him with different eyes, eyes dangerously in love.

The moment he decided to request his transfer from the unit, you showed up at his office telling him all the reasons why he couldn't leave and leave his team.

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⨟ new bau reader, young reader, you are in love with hotch, hotch is married to haley, situation located in the chapter “In Name and Blood” (S3E2).

𝐧/𝐚 ⨟ english is not my native language, an apology for any grammatical or spelling errors.

(the reader has a default name, I do not use y/n).

You knocked on her door slowly and a little saddened by everything that was going on in the office. So many things at once.

The delicate case, Gideon's disappearance, Prentiss' absence and now, Hotch's transfer.

— Come in — Your boss's voice said, you walked in looking at how he put his things in a box, you really couldn't believe that Aaron Hotchner was really leaving.

In these months that you had been with the team, one of the people you admired the most was Hotch, his determination, audacity, courage and intelligence, he proved to be the most capable agent in his job.

He had become your role model, someone you wanted to make proud for your performance, your feelings towards your boss had been increasing as time went by.

Becoming something more personal, something that surpassed admiration and professionalism, a crush that would not go beyond your feelings in the depths of your heart and mind.

— JJ gave me the details of the case, so you have them with you — You said walking into his office with the folder in your hands.

— I'm not on the case, James — Hotch answered looking at you firmly, with that typical serious expression.

— I just follow orders — You answered leaving the folder on his desk, you looked for a second at the empty space where his family photos were previously, You sighed before moving away from his working area and joining properly with both hands in front of you — Until I'm a field agent, I just follow any kind of order, sir.

For the time being, your work was summarized in doing paperwork, going back and forth in the office, even doing some interrogations, you climbed little by little until you were authorized to go out into the world to hunt the sudes, to be an expert profiler.

Hotch observed you without deforming his serious expression, being the special supervisor of the unit he was very aware of the evolution of his new recruits, so he followed your progress, you were being excellent in your work for the moment.

He got to know you very well, carefully evaluating your behavior, habits in the office such as being the first to arrive after him, cleaning your desk every day, drinking your morning coffee without fail, among other simple things.

Even detailing the feelings of admiration for your colleagues and expressed commitment to your work, but Hotchner was not blind and something he had noticed was the beginning of that feeling.

That excitement as you looked him straight in the eye, and how you listened attentively to his words as you sought to follow everything to the letter, even noticing JJ and Garcia's jokes about your happy feelings for him.

— All right, thank you James — He expressed continuing with his work, you nodded slightly before walking slowly to the door of his office resigned.

But when you put your hand on the handle you stopped thoughtfully, you could not leave without struggling even a little.

— Sir, I have something to say — You said plucking up the courage to say everything you had to say — About your transfer.

— Garcia and Morgan already tried it, it's a decision made — He replied crossing his arms.

— Not until you're in the system — You affirmed — I know I'm new and you don't like me as much as the rest of the team, but I want you to know that you, Agent Hotchner. are the most qualified for this position. You are the most qualified for this position, and we don't want another unit chief other than you.

Hotch listened carefully to your words, you seemed a little hesitant to speak because of nerves, but ultimately you were being sincere.

— I know this job is very stressful and leaves a lot of fallout, I haven't experienced it up close yet, but you have and I can tell you are the most professional and prepared to be here, I can't imagine anyone else in your position and I don't see any other officer doing the job of saving lives as well as you do.

— James, listen-.... — He wanted to speak, but you kept talking and talking with your arguments.

— And I really don't think you can sit in an executive office from 7 AM to 6 PM, I mean I'm not saying no but the point is, your job is here, helping people and catching sudes, making a real change to the world no matter how small.

— Courteney... — He warned calling you by name, even knowing the nickname the others had given you «that was connie» you continued to speak.

— That's why I personally think you should stay, we all feel the same and hope you can consider it... Sir — You finished playing with one of your rings on your fingers, believing that maybe you had said too much.

You looked at Aaron like a freshly scolded child, hoping that your awkward words had changed his perspective on the situation even a little bit.

— Is this a personal request? — Your boss asked expecting a sincere answer, you looked at him understanding how dangerous the question was and how well thought out your answer had to be.

— Yes, sir... It is a personal request, but it does not affect or harm my job perception, much less cloud my respect for you.

There was a brief silence until Hotch's phone rang, I glance at it quickly before looking back at you.

— Well, James. Excuse me — He said briefly inviting you to give him privacy, you gave a quick nod before leaving his office going straight to your work station.

— Hotchner — You answered his call hearing Morgan's voice on the other end of the line, clutching the case folder thoughtfully.

He took the folder and tucked it in his things to take home, feeling a tremendous need to want to be aware of the situation and the progress of the case.

Without Strauss being aware, after all. Her transfer was not yet in the system.

Motivated by your kind words and absolute sincerity, he believed he could do his best one last time, your words helped a bit in the.

You were in Garcia's office handing her some papers when you overheard her talking to Hotch.

It was so encouraging, even when he specifically told Garcia to rush his transfer request through the system, a hunch in both of you gave you a glimmer of hope that he would forget that order.

And fortunately, he did. Hotch would not go away.

When the team returned from the case, you talked to Emily asking what had happened given a big bump on her forehead, she assured you that it was just a little hiccup in the situation with the unsub, she was going to be fine.

By the time the office began to empty out, you were one of the last ones left doing your paperwork, you were standing by the printer watching the papers come out one at a time.

Hotch was about to go home, and try to patch things up with Haley after their argument before leaving for the case, he crossed the lonely corridors of the unit but stopped when he saw you by the printer.

— Go home, Agent James — He said giving you a little scare, you turned to see your boss with his bags a few feet away from you.

In your head bounced the way he called you “Agent” even though he was one, they didn't tend to call you that way much.

— I'll be leaving in a few minutes, I want to finish this first — You answered taking the freshly printed papers — Good night, Sir.

You walked past Hotchner with the intention of going to your desk, but Hotch's voice stopped you again.

— Thanks, James — He expressed with a friendlier tone and not as professional as he was used to talk to you, you looked at him without understanding — Your words helped me to make the decision.

You smiled slightly feeling proud to hear that, you felt that as silly as it was, you did a good deed with your clumsy words towards your boss.

— Well, my personal opinion and silly feelings worked for something — You laughed looking at your shoes with some pity.

— It wasn't silly at all - Your boss replied shaking his head slightly — Personally? It was touching.

Your smile faded but not in disgust, it was given to the impression of his words. That your boss knew your personal feelings for him was embarrassing, and you were sure that if it were someone else half the office would know by now.

But you were sure that with Hotch, that personal detail would be safe.

— I'm glad... Sir — You replied with a sweet smile.

— And another thing, just call me Hotch. You're part of my team now — He answered with a small smile, you were surprised by how nice his smile looked, how lucky were those people who could see it more often.

— It's okay, Hotch. Thank you — You answered without leaving your smile behind, really happy about this moment. You both smiled at each other quite confidently.

You turned around as he did, each of you going your respective ways, ready to move on.

— Don't forget that your weapons test is on Friday, James — He reminded you fleetingly before walking through the glass doors to the elevator.

Of course you wouldn't forget, if everything went well in that evaluation. You could finally be a bau field agent.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 —

‹ 16. 05. 2023 ›

credits for : @iamcxlleigh

Hello people, how are you? I hope you are well, I haven't written about Hotch for a long time since I was quite sick for a while, I'm still a bit sick but I'm getting better, and I decided to write a new imagina about the last chapter I saw of Criminal Minds. ❣️

If you want to read more of Hotch, don't forget to go to my master list, or send me a request. :)

calleigh angelo ──── ‘lista maestra’

¡Nos vemos! 🗯️

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[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

I'm off to fringe for a few days soon, do you have any recommendations on who to see this year?

I have no idea of what kind of comedy you like, but I do have a few! Although if you ask me in a week I may have more, as my husband will have had chance to see more and rec them to me; I'll be going up later in the month. But I have seen some in preview and heard great things about others.

Steffan Alun: Free Stand-Up Will Blow Your Mind. 11.45am, Just the Tonic at the Mash House.

Very good show this year, and when I saw it in final preview a woman in front of me very literally cried with laughter at one point, and had to take her glasses off to dry her face. It's about approaching middle age and wondering if you're a role model, and it's his usual style: very anecdotal, lil bit moral and political, very optimistic, and very Welsh. Owing to some Fringe Bollocks he's not in a great time slot, so every audience member is very appreciated this year, because it's a fantastic show that deserves more coverage than it's going to get (why do we even HAVE morning time slots...)

Josh Elton: Mountain Jew. 13.45, Brewdog

Another one I've seen in preview! Josh is a Welsh Jewish comedian and his show this year is about labels, and the benefits and drawbacks of them (eventually examining his own). It's charming and irreverent and makes good points while being hilarious.

Cerys Bradley: Not Overthinking Things 2019. 15.30, the Alcove at Laughing Horse @ Bar 50

A Tumblr darling, if only Tumblr kept up with comedy outside of famous TV comedians. Cerys is NB and autistic and had one of my favourite shows last year - it was about how they joined a women's rugby team and had to navigate being unfit, socially awkward, and trans. It was amazing. According to Steff, this year's show is even better, so it's first on my own list to watch when I get the chance. (Also Cerys is an absolute delight on a personal level. This is rare in a comedian. I mean, so is everyone else on this list, but eh.)

Jake Baker: Alone Together. 17.30, Just the Tonic at the Caves.

Another I saw in preview and Very Enjoyed! Gently political but charmingly whimsical and extremely funny, and I saw a relatively early preview so it'll be even better now. Jake has a really lovely stage presence, kind of sweet and slightly shy, which means you feel at ease but are therefore floored all the more when the bigger hooks come. Really good show.

Priya Hall: Grandmother's Daughter. 16.20, Monkey Barrel 2.

God, I remember when Priya did her fifth ever gig. At the end the MC, pro Welsh comic Matt Rees, got up to see her off the stage, and once she'd sat down he went "So...was that really your fifth gig?" And when she said yes, he said "Because... I don't know if anyone has told you yet, but... it's considered courtesy among comedians if, when you're starting out, you remember to be shit for a while."

We knew she'd be going places, is what I'm saying

Anyway, she's doing her debut! And I believe it's about her quest with her girlfriend to become parents, while talking about the role her Indian grandmother played in her Welsh family. I haven't seen it yet but I intend to.

Sooz Kempner: Y2K Woman. 15.45, Underbelly, Bristo Square

They've all been free or pay what you want so far, but this is the first of two ticketed shows in the Big Four that I'll flag up. £11 a standard ticket, £10 a concession, but with the Big Four keep an eye on the specials board - plus they often do two for one offers on tickets on Mondays and Tuesdays, so see if her show is included in that.

It's about late 90s/early 00s nostalgia, and also the fact that she's starring in a really interesting Doctor Who mixed media spin off project atm that hardcore Doctor Who fans hate and are furious about for reasons of being boring nerds with zero fun.

Alice Fraser: Twist. 20.30, Underbelly, Bristo Square

Honest to God the woman is just. A master. A maestro. A goddess of comedy. She could read the phone book and you'd be in hysterics, plus rolling around on the floor. You could receive news that every single person you'd ever met and liked had all been accidentally jettisoned into space in a freak accident involving a Tesla crashing into a SpaceX rocket, and you'd still laugh yourself sick at her show. She's breathtaking. Go and see her.

#comedy #asks

[racinggirl]

support || max verstappen 1

my first drabble! I hope you'll like it, you can request more drabbles in my ask box here, just make sure to mention it's about a drabble! If you have tips or things you'd like to see, please tell me. This is also my first max v fic, so let me know if I should write for him more often. words: 900+ (translations are in italics)

October 22nd, 2022. A sad day for the whole Formula One community, and especially for Red Bull and its team members.  Dietrich Mateschitz, one of the co-founders and owners of Red Bull had sadly passed away at an age of 78. 

As soon as the news spread through the paddock, you did your best to find your boyfriend, who for sure would be devastated with this news. With the green VIP access pass hanging around your neck, you walked through the paddock, through the hospitality to make your way to the Red Bull motorhome. 

‘’y/n.’’ You quickly turned around to meet eyes with his blue ones, a sigh escaping your lips as you slowly made your way over. His arms opened, and he embraced you in a tight hug, one with many emotions. 

‘’I can’t believe he passed away, how could this happen…’’ Max mumbled while his face was buried in your neck, your nails scratching lightly over his back to calm him down a little. You could hear by his voice he was emotional, of course he was, Dietrich was one of the reasons Max had become so great in this sport, he was a role model to your boyfriend. 

‘’Come inside, love, let’s talk about it inside, okay?’’ You whispered close to his ear, preventing people from overhearing your entire conversation. Your hand came down to connect with his, the two of you making your way through the motorhome, on your way to Max’ driver room. 

A knock on the door ended your cuddle session, and you watched as your boyfriend went to open it. After some minutes, Max turned around, a weak smile on his lips as he reached for your hand. You got up, understanding the hint and walked towards him to intertwine your fingers. 

‘’We’re going to do an honorary ceremony for Dietrich at the track and in the pitlane.’’ He whispered, his arms immediately wrapping around you to pull you against his chest. ‘’Will you be in the garage, please, I need you there.’’ He added, making you nod, your hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs rubbing the small stubbles on the lower parts of his face. ‘’Of course, schatje.’’ darling

As you followed Max towards the garages, you quickly pecked his lips before watching him walk to the track, Checo, Carlos, Daniel, Seb and Alex following him to take place next to Helmut, Christian, Yuki and Pierre who were already standing there with the Alpha Tauri crew. 

Every time things were starting to get rough, you caught Max looking over your way, searching for your support, which you gave him instantly by giving him a reassuring smile, one that said, ‘everything is going to be okay’. And that’s exactly what he needed. 

After the pictures were taken, and people had showed their tribute, Max walked back towards the pitlane, where you were waiting for him. 

Alex and Checo gave you a weak smile the moment they saw Max wrapping his arms around you, and you returned the favor. Carlos soon walked towards the four of you, and Seb and Daniel, who were busy chatting, stopped to accompany you. Pierre and Yuki joined you not long after.

‘’That was beautiful, guys.’’ You smiled kindly, rubbing Max’ back the moment he pulled away from your cozy hug. He stepped to the side, completing the circle you were now standing in with the rest of the (old) Red Bull drivers, and you felt your boyfriends’ hand on your lower back. It was his love language, physical touch. 

‘’He was a great man.’’ Seb started, and Daniel joined him. ‘’Yeah, he for sure was, he did everything for us.’’ Alex and Checo nodded at that. ‘’And he won’t ever be forgotten.’’ Carlos added. ''Never.'' Yuki smiled, at which Pierre nodded.

After you spent some time hearing them bring up old memories of Dietrich, the day came to an end, and you and Max were back at the hotel. You were taking off your make up, braiding your hair to the side and watched as Max was brushing his teeth. After you did the same, you got into the comfy bed, smiling as you instantly felt your boyfriends’ arms around you. 

‘’Thank you, lieverd.’’ He whispered while he placed soft kisses on your neck just below your ear. sweety

‘’For what?’’ You hummed silently, enjoying the small touches he made. ‘’For being there to support me today, for helping me get through the day.’’ His warm breath on the side of your neck made goosebumps appear on your body, your eyes closing as you moved a little to be even closer to him. 

‘’You don’t have to thank me for that, that’s what I’m here for. Ik doe alles voor je.’’ You whispered back. I'll do anything for you

‘’I just wish he would have been there this weekend; you know? So, he could see us, hopefully, win the constructors championship.’’ He sighed, his arms tightening around you, needing you even closer than before. 

‘’Hey, he will.’’ You mumbled, turning around in his arms so you were now facing him. Your hands rose to his cheeks, cupping them as you forced him to look you in the eyes. 

‘’He’s not gone, Max, he’s here, and he will see you get that championship.’’ You said, your thumbs rubbing his cheeks. 

‘’I’m going to win, for him, for Dietrich.’’ He whispered with a small smile before he pressed his lips on yours. 

And boy, did he do that. 

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[weakherodiaries]

Wishful Thinking: Weak Hero Characters Edition (My Imagination of Their Careers)

Edited for typo (Nobel)

I hope that Sieun (Gray) and Baekjin (Donald) will be the future mathematicians of Korea, solve new math problems and publish them academically. Maybe they will get a joint Nobel prize one day...and I hope Sieun will still ride a motorcycle!

I hope that Teo (Teddy) will run an animal shelter or pet shop. Not sure but maybe if he studies hard enough he could be a vet! Aja aja, Teo!!

I hope that Juntae (Eugene) will work in an NGO and help solve local social infrastructure problems. Maybe if he studies hard enough he could get a degree in engineering.

I hope that Juyang (Rowan) will use his Australian and Eunjang experiences to run a successful Youtube channel and become a great influencer.

I hope that Humin (Ben) will maybe try for the U-21 soccer team, and if that's too late for him I hope he could do whatever he's happy about (maybe open a popular pizza shop?). Or maybe he could join Juyang's channel.

I hope that Gayool (Gerard) will try singing again professionally, whether as a solo artist or in a band. And that he will be happy about it.

I hope that Hyuntak (Gogo) will try for a career in boxing. I hope he'll never, ever give up on his dreams.

I hope that Pilyoung (Philip) will become a successful businessman, but an ethical one. He's rather good as a political lobbyist too.

Whatever it is that Seongje (Wolf) wants to do I hope it's not criminal. I hope he has a hobby that he could expand into a business.

I hope that Hwangmo will find his own independent way and not just follow Seongje around anymore. I hope he'll stay friends with Jeongyeon (Jack) and Naksung. He's rather good in making friends...another person with a prospect as a lobbyist!

I hope that Hakho (Jake) will be a professional manga critic or maybe cosplayer. And occasionally play basketball or soccer with his friends and maybe Jihoon (Jimmy).

I hope that Jihoon will try to draw again and not afraid to show it to people. Maybe sketch more. Go and take a drawing course, dude. Manhwa artist as a career might be just for you...ehehe.

I hope that Sehan (Forrest) and Seungjin (Myles) will do something else other than gangster stuff.

On that note, I hope that Gongsam (Grape) can eat as many grapes as he wants. Maybe try making grape juice and sell them, or maybe a winery? Hmm.

I hope that Hyukjin (Dean) can eat as many bread as he wants and maybe try a career in modelling. His looks and drip are too good to waste. Or a gamer hehe.

I hope that Taegi (Timothy) will try a career in game development or business analyst. Gotta make use of that statistical analysis skill.

I hope that Seokhyeon (Kingsley) will find whatever he wants to do other than running the Union behind the scenes. I suspect that he might be interested in politics.

I hope that Hyoman (Colton) will find his strengths other than fighting. And this time with a better approach to life and friendships.

I hope that Seongjin will watch Gayool performing on stage again as a fan. And that he will enjoy Gayool's new music as much as he enjoyed his old one.

I hope that Dongha and Seongmok will find a great way to stay friends without hurting each other or other people. Maybe Dongha should model for a shampoo.

I hope that Jeongyeon (Kang) will be able to go to karaoke with Jihoon again, but this time with other people who also love singing! Maybe Gayool, Naksung, Seongjin, people who used to be his enemies. And I hope he will find something peaceful to do ( traveling?).

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