#was sergio very wrong when he said this?

[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

#male body swap

[cheriladycl01]

I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader P2

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronius, you’ve worked your whole life to become an Engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn’t want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as a present father figure.

A/N hope you guys eat this up

Credit to russellius for the GIF

“Max, hey bud” Charles says walking up to Max, patting him on the back. The group formed around Sergio, Dani and Max. All of them wanting to know why Y/N was in the Red Bull garage.

“Hello Charles” Max smiles taking a long sip from his team water bottle.

“So why was mini Wolff sneaking around here, is she with one of you, well more likely Sunshine Boy over here?” Alex asks, hoping for his prediction to be right, obviously thinking Dani to be the most likely choice considering both Max and Sergio were off the market.

“Unfortunately no” Dani sighs dramatically leaning against the wall.

“One of your fine engineers then maybe?” He adds, he wanted to be right. Lily and Y/N were close friends and Lily had admitted that she had been acting strange for the last few months. Kind of like when she has a secret new boyfriend who she thinks her dad won’t approve off, just slightly different. He trusted Lily on her judgements and didn’t think she’d be wrong.

“No, not that we are aware of” Sergio admits, looking between Max and Dani to see if any of them had anything else to admit, but they both kept quiet. George and Lando looked between each other, wondering why else she would be here.

“Well I’m sure Toto won’t mind me telling him his daughter was nearing around the Red Bull garage” George admits, a scowl on his face.

“Don’t tell him” Max says, his husky voice deepening, glaring back at George.

“You can’t stop me, he’s my team principle. I can tell him anything” George retorts, George had a crush on you for back in his Williams days, and the minute he moved closer to you in Mercedes it was even more prominent. Toto had learned of this and forbid him from ever actually doing anything about his feelings for you. So anything that affected you, or something that was a suspected harm to you George would for sure be all over trying to help you.

“Look, if you don’t want to hurt her… like we all know you don’t. Then you won’t stay anything alright” Max says getting all up close to George, before tapping shoulders as he walks off into the hospitality of Red Bull. Sergio and Daniel follow after him leaving the four confused at Max’s odd words.

“What the hell was that about” Lando asks, he knew Max struggled with his anger but there wasn’t exactly anything to be angry about. Lando knew Y/N they were very very close. So the fact that all of this was going on was making his head spin.

“I have no clue, but I think we should talk to her” Alex admitted.

“She isn’t going to talk to us though, not with the way she ran off today” Charles offers.

“This is a job for Lily and Alex” Alex admits knowing how close the three girls were. In their free time on race weekends they’d all go for lunch and out for shopping and often had girlie spa vacations together.

Thursday came around very quickly, and you’d made your way to the Red Bull garage in the early hours of the morning, Christian had been there waiting for you and handed you the team shirt that you would wear while you worked here. You guys had joked about potentially making a campfire so that you could burn your Mercedes gear, but Christian said that that was going a little bit too far.

Now it was halfway through the day, and all the team principles were in a meeting, one that was being held on media day by Sky Sports.

“So Christian have you managed to find anyone to be Max's race engineer for this race that is up to the standard of his last who will be out for a long period of time" Martin Bundle asks.

"We have in fact, are we allowed to have her come up on stage for introductions?" he asks pulling his mic a little closer to him.

"Oh woah, how does Max feel about having a female engineer?" a random reporter from the back shouts, making Christian frown at the question.

"Well, he is sad to see his current engineer go as they have been together for a while now, but he's very welcoming to the idea of having someone new" Christian says, currently Max's PR manager was trying to get you to go up on stage and sit in the seat next to Christian but you pulled your Red Bull cap down, trying to stay as low-key as possibly.

"Y/N come on you have to go there!" she offers trying to get you to go up on stage.

You eventually get pushed up on stage, back to the cameras and the cap completely covering your face. Your head stayed down the whole time before taking your seat.

"Show them" Christian whispers to you, you lift you head up looking at all the reporters in front of you. Camera flashes erupt throughout the room the minute they spot you.

"Is that Y/N Wolff?" One of the reporters asks in shock, making Christian look at you with a proud smile.

"I'm extremely happy and proud to confirm that Y/N Wolff will be joining us as Max Verstappen's engineer until further notice" he beams, pulling you in for a hug.

"Toto? Did you know about this?" Martin asks, looking over to the older male whose face was full of anger, disappointment and betrayal.

"No" he answers bluntly crossing his arms over his chest.

"How do you feel about this?"

"Well, I don't think its good sportsmanship at all, I should have been told about this. I have been betrayed by my own flesh and blood" he sneers looking over at you, your head tilting down.

"And Y/N what made you make this change?"

"Let's just say, Mercedes weren't giving me opportunities, that Red Bull now are" you smile, you stay by Christians side for the rest of the meeting before leaving only to find most of the drivers all waiting for you in a communal area.

"Well done we're proud of you. And i cant wait for testing tomorrow!" Max says pulling you into a hug.

"How could you do this to your dad, he's given you everything" George shouts pushing Max away from her and stepping up to her. Lando and Alex come up either side of him to make sure he doesn't actually do anything to hurt his imagine.

"I - I wasn't happy..." you started but get interrupted by him again.

"What, not happy being a golden child? Not happy being born into wealth and not having too do anything because daddy paid for everything. Not happy that your clothed in designer brands everyday, or that you travel in a private jet all around the world. Is that not enough?" he shouts at her, he kept walking closer and closer to her, backing her up until she was against a wall. All the other drivers followed, Lando even trying to pull George back by his wrist was was flicked off the second there was contact.

"George" Alex starts, not liking how close he was. But with all the commotion and all the shouting, Toto also decided to join the group of drivers surrounding you. Shouting and asking why you'd left Mercedes for Red Bull.

In the state of things your mind couldn't keep up with everything that was being thrown at you, your voice was week as you quality started to beg them to stop. Your hands came up over your ears everything getting too much. Tears were forming in your eyes, and your legs gave out as your back slid down the wall, your shaking form now on the floor.

"EVERYONE BACK UP" you hear as voice shout. Within seconds someone is helping you up, while helping you to walk to the garage.

"Hey hey hey, its okay, its okay" Christian says to you as he holds your shaking body, hugging you tightly to your chest while brushing your hair comfortingly.

"I I" you stutter not not actually be able to breath.

"He shouldn't have said that you, and the others should have done more to stop him. I'm sorry i wasn't there. Max came and got me, I told him to come back here" he explained as you sobbed more into his chest.

The thought of someone who was once your friend turning on you saying such horrible and disgusting things about you, was something you didn't think you'd ever have to experience.

"Maybe he's right though" you said in a small voice.

"No he's not and tomorrow with Max will prove that to you" he smiles, getting up and holding his hand out for her.

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[applejuicefruit]

can you write for kylian where he’s dating reader and she’s very clingy and touchy because she loves physical affection but one day they are out and he’s avoiding holding her hand and she gets very hurt please?

kylian mbappe x reader

Clingy

Physical touch was your love sign.

It was your best way to show someone you care for them, that you love them. And Kylian knew it exactly. So it hurt you when this morning you were out with your, mostly his, friends and teammates and he treated you like you weren’t even there.

You were used to hold hands in public, or, have his arm wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way so you where kinda shocked that the moment you saw Sergio and Neymar waving at the both of you, he let your hand and when you tried to hold it back he shoved you away.

You were all sat at the table of a nice coffee shop in Paris, you facing Sergio and Kylian sat next to you when he began talking with Neymar and ignoring you like you weren’t even there.

You pretended everything was fine so you cracked a laugh from time to time when Neymar made some jokes but you were fighting back your tears. You began sipping your tea in a way to distract yourself when Neymar said something you wished you didn’t hear. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that but still, you found yourself back in his words and it hurt you hearing Kylian agreeing with him.

“She was too clingy man” Neymar said to Kylian, referring to the girl he had recently broke up with “she was nice and all but please, let me breathe, she was on me all day, always wanting to hold hands…when we were at home together she was on me all day, always wanting to cuddle or hold each others…give me a break, I hate people these clingy” he joked.

“Yeah me too” Kylian said laughing too.

You felt a hole in your chest.

Kylian hated you? You didn’t understand.

He never said anything. No. Most of the times he was the big spoon, always wanting to hold you in his arms or kiss you. So why was he saying that?

Sergio gave you a concerning look, asking you if you were okay but you simply nodded.

You knew that if you talked you would burst out crying and you didn’t want to that, you didn’t want to look weak in front of your friends. And in front of Kylian. In two years of relationship he never saw you cry once. You always talked if there was something off or wrong so you never felt the need to cry because he was there right before something might happened. But this whole new behaviour was scaring you.

It’s been an hour and after that you all decided to go back home. Mostly because Sergio wanted to spend some time with his family and Neymar wanted to see his son too so you waved each others goodbye and left.

Kylian tried to talk to you during your walk back home but you ignored him. Your throat was still hurting you for all the tears you were keeping.

“Mon amour what do you want to eat?” Kylian asked you once you got back home.

“You pick…” you simply said.

“My love are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“Mh-mh” you replied back and went straight to sit on the couch. Kylian followed you and sat next to you, wanting to feel you close he grabbed your hands but you shoved him away.

“Babe you’re clearly mad at me, can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked you.

“I thought you hated clingy people” you remarked his own words.

“What? No…I never said that” he said.

“Earlier…with Neymar, you were talking how much you hated clingy girlfriends…I didn’t know I was too clingy but I won’t invade your personal space anymore and I’ll keep my distance” you said, your voice cracking a bit.

“No no no baby…listen to me” he kneeled in front of you “I didn’t mean anything I said…” he tried to explain himself.

“So why did you say it?” you asked him with a sarcastic tone.

“I didn’t mean that I swear baby…I just…Neymar broke up with his girlfriend just last week and I didn’t want him to put himself down more if he saw us together always holding hands or kissing…I wanted to show him some compassion you know?” he said back.

“No I don’t know…but I wished you talked to me instead of ignoring me for the whole morning…” you let a few tears fall but you were quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want to break in front of him.

“No baby don’t cry please…it hurts me knowing you’re crying because of me…” Kylian was quick to hug you and found yourself once again in the comfort of his arms.

“I wished you talked to me…you ignored me the whole morning and it kinda sucked” you confess him with a low voice, almost a whisper.

“I know baby I’m so sorry…it won’t happen I swear…I missed holding your hands today” he said kissing your cheek trying to wipe more tears away. You giggled at the contact of his lips on your cheeks and he was happy he was able to make you smile again.

“I think Ramos is gonna kill you tomorrow” you joked “he saw how you were ignoring me and he didn’t like it”.

“Yup. He’s gonna kill me” he agreed with you and you both started laughing. Kylian wrapped his arms around you and helped you sat in his lap while he ordered something to eat.

The day later at practice Ramos did really kill Kylian, telling him how much he didn’t like his behaviour towards you and that he had to treat you better. Of course you agreed with Sergio.

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[rhey-007]

I can't help falling in love with you

serial killer!Max Verstappen x reader || 18+ P2

Summary: Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans, but after your parents' death you couldn't let go of it. After moving in and meeting your new neighbor everything seemed to fall apart, but you're too oblivious to notice the obvious.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, GORE (dismembering), mentions of smut, kidnapping, restraining, torture, violance, female reader, creepy/jealous/yandere Max, cheating

A/N: Max and Lando did so good today in Brazil, but I'm so proud of Nando jdkcjhddnhfjdh 💞 And the hug between him and Checo at the interview 😩 I melted... That's it. That's my A/N. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 3541

P1

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Your love life was a misery again after Sergio. You were unable to find someone, while you craved for a normal, romantic relationship after the previous one.

Most of the time after work you’ve spent at Max’s, ocassionally going out to parties with your coworkers. You two layed on his couch, legs tangled together while you played video games, watched races or other things.

Sometimes Daniel joined you too, joking how close you two seemed to be, glued to each other most of the time. But you didn’t see it, you saw your actions just as friendly ones, as well as Max’s. You felt so comfortable aroud him you even told him what happend with you and your parents.  

“They were very abusive...” 

You blurted out one night, when you layed on top of his chest while you watched some netflix series. 

“Not in a physicall way but verbally and emotionally... They were always criticizing and degrading me... Sometimes even threatened me into doing something... I couldn’t have my own opinion, I always had to agree with them no matter what... I couldn’t stand it and run away at 18... It’s cruel but I kind of felt good when I found out they were gone... I know it’s sounds bad... I-I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. Don’t know what came over me...” 

You rushed up but were stopped by Max’s hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down. 

“It’s okay, I understand. I’m sure you feel better now” 

The man hugged you tightly and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You felt so safe...  

༶❃.✮:▹💀◃:✮.❃

One day Bethany and Sam – your closest coworkers – took you out partying. You weren’t really keen on it as the only thing you wanted was to go back home and see Max, but eventually agreed when they said they wanted you to meet someone.

When you saw him, already sitting in your booth you stopped in your tracks and looked at your friends. There was nothing wrong with him, quite the contrary. The man was really handsome, had a beautiful smile and even more beautiful hazel eyes.

And that was the problem. You were a hundred percent sure a guy like him wouldn’t fall for you. And you were wrong. Lance, was his name, seemed to have a liking in you. His arm was wrapped around you a second after you greeted him.

The conversation wasn’t very good, but the man made up for it with his good humor and eventually you found a mutual topic. You brought him back home that night, his lips instantly landing on yours the moment he closed the door after himself.

Suddenly, a light turning on and a sharp cough made you pull away and look confused in the direction of the noise. Max sat on your armchair, arms crossed, leg placed on a leg, a deep frown on his face and cold take out on the table. His death stare pierced through Lance, making him tighten his grip on you waist.  

„Oh god Max... I-I'm so sorry I forgot „ 

You whined out, arms slumping down in defeat but you didn’t push Lance away.  

„It's okay. Enjoy your food” 

Max hissed, quickly and angrily getting up and leaving, bumping Lance's arm on his way. He was really mad that you stood him up just to go to some stupid party and bring some dick back home.

The last part angried him the most, as he thought he finally had a chance with you, ready to make a move that night. But of course you ruined everything.

Even though the man was furious at you, he still watched you. Watched how Lance pounded into you at an agonizing pace, how your lips moved moaning – he imagined how they sounded, how you could sound moaning his name. He observed you constantly changing positions, pleasing each other as best as you could.

Despite Max noticing Lance being by far the best in bed from all your lovers, he knew he could be even better.  

Next day you woke up alone in your bed. It saddened you a little as you hoped the man would stay until you wake up, but your face brightened up when you noticed breakfast and a little note on the dining table.  

„Thanks, It was amazing. Enjoy your food and call me!  xxx xxx xxx ❤” 

Immediately picking your phone up you texted the man. A few weeks after that night, you started dating. It might have been too early but you didn’t care.

In meanwhile you've also managed to make up with Max, but he still seemed stiff when Lance joined you. The Dutch warned you about him, saying that the Canadian was a ladies man, not able to stick to one woman for a long time. But you brushed it off, thinking you knew better.  

༶❃.✮:▹💀◃:✮.❃

Max saw Lance glued to other women multiple times while out in the town. He didn’t tell you cause you wouldn’t listen anyway, just get mad at him. He bought them various gifts, took them to fancy restaurants and events – all those things he did with you too. He thought that if his daddy had money, he could do everything.

One day Max couldn’t hold back anymore and beat Stroll up, landing him in the hospital. You were so furious at him, shouting your lungs out at him when you found out.

Little did you know your anger only deepened his admiration for you and turned him on. You were unable to stay mad at the dutch though, and eventually you were good again.

After some time you caught Lance cheating. Max was right... Again... You walked back from work, as Lance drove you there in the morning, eyes focused on your steps and pevement while music filled your ears.

You haven’t noticed them at first, walking by a bar with a huge front window they drank at, until you bumped into someone and got out of trance. Looking around you looked through the window and saw them, drinking, giggling and kissing like there's no tomorrow.

Feeling your heart break in your chest you quickly run away and dialed Max’s number to pick you up. The man was quick to answer and soon you were sitting in his car, sobbing quietly while his hand soothed your thigh.

Max wanted to say ‘I said so’ so badly, but he knew it would hurt you even more and he didn’t want that. That night you spent at his house, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, eating ice cream and watching TV while Max finished up some work beside, constantly playing with your hair to comfort you a little.

You woke up to hundread missed calls and texts from Lance but didn’t bother answering. Getting up you noticed Max wasn’t home. 

"He must have gone to work...” 

You thought stepping to the kitchen, delicious smell of scrambled eggs filling your nostrils. Your mouth started to water when you also started to smell coffee. The man knew how to please you. At least him...

You there, eating your breakfast, waiting for the host to come back home and thinking about him. It’s been 3 years since you know each other and the man already knew everything about you, yet you knew so little of him...

It was kinda of scary that he turned from just a neighbour to literally your best friend so quickly. But if you had to be honest you didn’t mind. You were greatful to have a friend like him. His call made you get out of your another hypnotic state.  

“Hey I’m sorry I left without a word. Didn’t want to wake you up... Listen... Unfortunately I’ll be gone for a few days - bussines. Can you please take care of my house? You can do everything you want there just... Don’t go down to the basement okay?” 

“What’s in there?” 

“Well uh... Don’t laugh okay?...” 

“I won’t” 

“Just... Just my man cave...” 

“Oooh... Okay Okay I won’t. I promise. Take care of yourself, see you soon!” 

With that you were left all alone in his mansion for a few days. Oh that was going to be fun... 

༶❃.✮:▹💀◃:✮.❃

Three days passed since Max left in bussines and you lived the time of your life in his house. Lance haven’t called nor texted you ever since, which you were really happy about thinking that he quessed what caused your behaviour and gave up.

 Max even transwered you some money for food, which you thought was too generous of him but didn’t really complain. You were sitting in the living room, making a model for work when you lost your scizzors.

You’ve looked for them everywhere, even under both couches and armchairs but it was nowhere to be found so you decided to take one from Max. But you couldn’t find any either, even in his home office.

Although... There was one more place you haven’t checked. Max forbid you going in there, and soon you understood why. You froze after what you saw. 

“Y/N! I’m back!” 

Max’s voice resonated through the house, a sound of closing front door sealed the noise. Then long silence, until rushing steps came from the staircase. You didn’t turn around, couldn’t care to turn around and look him in the eyes as tears filled yours. 

‘’You weren’t supposed to come here...” 

The man growled yanking your arm, making you turn around and shrink under his dangerous look. A quiet ‘why’ escaped your lips while tears started to fall down your cheeks like waterfalls and your hand motioned to the horror located in the basement.

Naked Lance sat unconscious on a wooden chair he was tied to – a trail of dried blood could be seen on his forehead and he was very clearly starved and dehydrated, the skin from your ex boyfriends’ faces graced the wall like trophies, a few other ones around them, a wooden, bloodstained desk underneeth with some files and various knives and last but not least an altar with your photo in the middle, your stuff and candles around, was placed near by.

 There was also a metal table, just in the middle of the room with chains that were used to keep the victim restrained, a trolley next to it with bloody tools and a huge fridge in the corner. The room looked like taken straight out of a horror movie, and you felt like Max’s next victim, just after Lance.

But he didn’t want to hurt you, he had no idea how to handle the situation yet but he was sure he wasn’t going to kill you. After all, he loved you and you should love him too. You were made for each other, you were made for him. 

“I did it all for you, don’t you understand?” 

His voice now soft and warm while his hand slipped down your arm to catch your hand, gripping it tightly. His other hand wiped away your tears then stroked your cheek with his thumb. As much as you wanted to push him away, to run as far away as you could, to get away from the man, you couldn’t. Something made you stay, not able to move. It was probably just shock... 

“’George, he... he never had time for you... Always comming back home all worn out and tired expecing all the chores to be done, house clean and food ready... Has he ever helped you?... That mexican? Oh god don’t even get me started... I know that he hurt you... I heard and saw him relieve his stress on you multiple times... Those weren’t cries of pleasure... And him? Really? You could do waaay better... He was cheating on you since you became a ‘couple’. Don’t believe me? I can show you, no problem” 

Max explained, he didn’t seem to be affected by the fact he has killed them, it wasn’t his first time. George always said there was something uncanny and scary about him. So did Sergio... And Lance...

But you haven’t listened, of course you haven’t. You were so blindfolded by this facade of a man you haven’t noticed his strange behaviour. And now you were where you were, standing in the psycho’s basement listening to him disclose his crimes.  

“That despot was the easiest... Both for you and me. I know you felt sooo relieved when he went missing. And I felt sooo satisfied hearing him shout and cry for help while I teared him appart... Those screams were like honey to my ears... Although he did struggle the most...  Geogre... Oh. My. God... The most boring guy I have ever met... Killing him wasn’t a pleasure at all, gotta admit. Although he was the only one that apologised, for not having time for you. That I appreciated. And Lance? Well... You can find out yourself” 

You listened to Max rumbling about his crimes, describing each with such a passion it terrified you more and more. Soon the man grabbed your arms and spoon you around to look at Stroll.

He walked up to him and woke the man up with a painful kick to the stomach. He grabbed his hair tightly and made him look at you, all terrified and trembling, huging yourself to try and calm yourself down.  

“What should we do with him honey?” 

Max’s eyes never left yours while his hand reached for a knife that soon slightly moved across Lance’s neck.  

"Maybe we’ll dismember him huh? First the dick he stuck in all those pussies... Then his hands that used to touch other women aside you... And then whatever you’d like... What do you say?” 

You instantly shook your head and tried to run away, but the bastard locked the door. You breathed heavily as you watched him slowly walk up to you and yank towards him and Stroll. He pushed an axe into your hands and positioned you next to Lance. 

“Y/N please...” 

The man managed to breath out, eyes filled with tears as he looked at you and you looked at his with just as much fear. 

“Come on sugar, start” 

You wanted to puke at all the nicknames Max gave you. You held the axe tightly and was just about to swing it around your shoulder, wanting to hit Max, but the dutch grabbed your hands and helped you chop off Lance’s member. A loud scream vibrated through the room while blood splattered onto your face.

You felt weak, almost falling to your knees when Max caught you and chuckled into your ear, before nibbling it softly. 

“Can’t stand little blood huh?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” 

Lance shouted out between cries. Tears started to fall down your cheeks, seeing him in such pain because of you.  

“Max please... L-Let us go...” 

You whispered into his chest, wetting his shirt with your salty tears but the man only laughed maniacally. 

“And where’s the fun in that? Come on we gotta finish this. I know you can do this doll. Think of all the times those filthy hands touched anyone other than you in a sexual way and the just... Chop them... It’s that easy” 

The man once again positioned you and awaited your move. His words actually made you think of all the times Lance could have cheated on you. It was terrifying to think about because, if believing Max, there might have been a lot of them.

Your blood boiled at the only thought of it but your hands were still shaking, not making a move but instead making Max impatient. A deep sighed escaped his lips before he helped you cut off Lance’s left hand. 

“Relieving isn’t it?” 

He grinned down at you as you listened to the canadian scream like a little girl, in agony once again. This time though, you didn’t feel so bad. He kind of... Deserved it...

Max noticed how your lips twitched, almost smiling. You were so easy to influence and manipulate... And he was going to use that as much as he could.  

"Now the other one” 

He instructed making you move around to Stroll’s other side. 

“I think you can do it yourself now, right?” 

The blonde asked stepping away to watch the horror. A creepy grin graced his face as he watched his girl finally cause pain to her ex by herself.  

“That’s my girl” 

He praised taking the axe from your still shaking hands and pressing you to his chest. He rubbed your back soflty, while you processed what just happened, trying to ignore the screams in the proces.

Did you really just cut off a guys hand? You could not believe it. You could not believe that you did it. That you did it by yourself. 

“Now let’s finish this off, shall we?” 

Max whispered, his lips gracing over yours before he put on that scary smile again. The axe was back in your hands as you stood in front of Lance. The blonde held your hips tightly so you wouldn’t run away and ordered you to chop off Strolls’ head. 

“There’s only head left. You can do this baby” 

Your heart beat like crazy as you took a good swing and observed the sharp tool get stuck in Lance’s head, killing him off. You didn’t really listen to the dutch and get rid of the head, instead opting to just ruin it. You felt dizzy almost immediately, falling to the ground and loosing conscious. 

After you woke up you found yourself laying in Max’s bedroom, the man sitting beside you stroking your head. 

“You did such a good job down there...” 

He complimented planting a kiss to your forehead. 

"Why...” 

You suddenly whispered after a short while of silence, your voice cracking softly. 

“Because I fucking love you... Don’t you understand?...” 

He hissed, gripping the back of your neck before he released it when you curled in the bed, those doe eyes looking up at him with hurt. 

“I love you Y/N L/N... The way I have never ever loved anyone else... All the things I’ve done for you were full of my love... Our dinners in the town? They were dates... The secret valentines? They were mine... All the presents, flowers, sweets, help... Have you really not noticed my signals?...” 

Max asekd with hurt in his voice, now you started to pity him. You were so oblivious you really thought all those things he had done in a friendly manner. But your blindness didn’t justify his actions.  

“Why haven’t you told me?...” 

“What would it give when you were already taken?...” 

He was right... It wouldn’t have changed anything. You looked at him, fear and hurt filled your eyes while you tried to even your breath. Even then, you looked so beautiful to him and he couldn’t wait to finally make you his. 

“I know... I know it’s shocking and I’m sorry... I really am, but you need to understand I did it for you. I did it for your well being... And I’m sure you feel relieved after killing Lance... I know... I know it’s an amazing feeling isn’t it?” 

Max smiled down at your. This time the expressions wasn’t sinister nor creepy, but rather cute making your heart melt.  

“What... What will you do with me now?” 

Asking quietly you earned a soft chuckle from the dutch. He got up and looked down at you, his demeanor changing from a soft and sweet one to a completely cold one. 

"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you... My love for you is too big to make me hurt you, but... I can’t let you go after you saw everything... I’m sorry but I told you not to come down there. Now... There’s no going back” 

You crawled away from him in fear, then watched him close, lock and cover the windows, before he turned back to face you. 

“I’m not gonna keep you down there... It would be too cruel even for me” 

The man admitted taking afew steps towards the bed. 

“Don’t even try screaming. We wouldn't like those beautiful throat of your sto hurt, do we?... The walls and windows are soundproof, no one will hear you... I’ve got you some nice, new clothes already, they’re in the closet, so you don’t have to worry you’ll have nothing to wear. I’ll bring some of your old ones soon... Let me unpack and I’ll make you something to eat, then you can shower and go to sleep. Here’s the remote”  

Max said handing you the remore before leaving you alone and locking the door. 

“Max no!”  

You screamed, running after him and trying to stop him from locking the door but it was too late. You slumped down onto the ground, curled up sobbing quietly. Max heard you cry as he stood by the door. It hurt him, it really did, but he couldn’t let you go. Not now when he finally had you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, wondering if you will ever be able to live a normal life again... 

 

"Take my hand 

Take my whole life, too 

For I can't help falling in love with you"

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[818-jadelvr]

Hurt

jb5xf!pen latina! reader

summary: Jude gets hurt in one of his matches and y/n can’t help but worry. (we’re gonna say he got hurt in the most recent one against Sevilla, and it was Ramos that hurt him!)

Warnings: Spanish (words will be translated)

Genre: Fluff (I don’t write smut, as I am horrifyingly horrible at it, but I’ll repost some fics that include smut!!)

a/n: I know that the Sevilla match isn’t the most recent anymore because they played today. BUT I started this on Sunday so during that time it was the most recent one.

Ay dios mío (oh my god). You thought to yourself, you were currently in the stands watching your boyfriend play against Sevilla. It was going ok for the most part they were tied 1-1. That was until Jude was trying to get the ball from a former Real Madrid player, Sergio Ramos. As Jude was trying to get the ball Ramos accidentally stepped on his ankle, Jude fell in pain holding his foot, everyone saw this Vini immediately went to his aid, “Estas bien?” (are you ok) “No.” That’s what you imagined happened because as soon as that one word left Jude’s mouth Vini told the Referee, and the referee called for the doctors. (a/n: idfk what they’re called)

After the doctors came they took him to where Carlo was sitting with the rest of the subs. You rushed to him, “ay mi amor, are you okay?” (oh my love..a/n: that sounds so stupid in english.) “Not really, it hurts but I feel okay at the same time.” he chuckles “ok, once the game ends we’re going straight home.” you say sternly. “ok babe” as he finishes his sentence he gives you a quick kiss and turns back to watch the rest of his game and watches Modrić take his place.

The game ends about 20 minutes later and Ramos comes rushing to Jude “Mira, lo siento es que cuando juego me pongo competitivo y a veces se me olvida que puedo lastimar a otros jugadores, pero para tú edad eres un buen jugador.” he says with a very sorry look on his face, you understand him perfectly while Jude on the other hand looks confused (Look, I’m sorry it’s just that when I’m on the field I get super competitive and I forget that I can hurt other players, but you know for your age your a great player.)

“What’d he say?” he asks, and you chuckle “He just said that he was sorry and that you’re a great player for your age!” you say “ohhh, uhm Gracias!” he says in the best Spanish he can, Sergio laughs a bit “No problem man! I hope you feel better and it was nice meeting you” he says walking away “He was lowkey nice” Jude says “Righttt, he looks mean. you say agreeing “Literallyyy!!”

On the drive home Jude was quiet. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” you ask rubbing his thigh in a comforting manner “Nothing just wish I could’ve done better, I mean it ended in a tie. If I was on the field I’m sure I could’ve scored another one!” he exclaims looking disappointed “You did everything you could and gave it your all. Don’t ever think that you didn’t do good enough or that you could’ve been better. You tried, and that is all that matters ok amor?” (love)

You guys get home about 5 minutes later. You get out of the car to help Jude get to the door. “I got it darling, don’t need your help right now” he says trying to get the stress of him falling and hurting himself again off your back, as he could sense how tense you were. “You say that and then you end up falling again.” You say annoyed that he’s not letting you help him “Hey! Don’t say that your gonna jinx it! Go knock on wood.” He says and you know he means it so once you get to the door you knock on it “There.” you say

You guys enter and you help him up the stairs and into the bathroom so he can shower after all that sweating he did on the field (an: I had sm trouble wording that shit and that’s what I ended up with. straight shit. kms.) after a few minutes you walk back into the bathroom with grey sweats and a tank top for him, although he usually doesn’t wear a shirt around the house but you put it there just in case. “hey, I left you your clothes on the counter, when your dressed call me so I can help you down, ok?” you say as you were leaving because it was getting too hot in there. “ok babe! I will” he says

A good 5 minutes go by and you hear Jude calling you “BABE!!” You rush upstairs to your shared room and see Jude sitting on the bed “que paso?” (what happened) “nothing you told me to call you when I was ready so you could take me downstairs..remember??” he says giving you a ‘how could you forget’ look “oh, yea sorry my bad I was making lunch” you say walking towards him, he gets up from the bed and you take his hand helping him walk “you ok?” you ask concerned “yes love I’m fine. Y’know you’re taking this injury worse than I am, and I’M the on who’s hurt.” he says with a humored expression. As he says that you guys finished walking down the stairs and made your way over to the couch.

You Sigh, “I know I know. It’s just I don’t want to end up having arthritis by the time you’re 25.” you say with yet another worried face “Honestly love, I feel fine!” he says TRYING to reassure you once again. (a/n: I’m not tryna write a whole lot so TIME SKIP🙈🥰)

it was around 10:15 pm and Jude was now laying in bed and you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You hear him trying to get up and he winces “You ok?” you ask once again for like 378th time that day “Yes angel I’m fine I just put pressure on it by accident” he says reassuring you ONCE AGAIN for the billionth time.

10 minutes later you’re in bed “Como te sientes mi amor?” (how do you feel my love) “No idea what you just said but it sounded hot.” he says smirking at you “ay dios mío, I asked how you were feeling Jude.” (oh my god) “oh my god love! How many times do I have to repeat my self! I feel fine, please stop worrying about me” he says trying to calm your nerves about his injury “Don’t give me that bullshit Jude Bellingham. I worry about you every time you’re on the fucking field. You’re gonna be 23 in the body of a 70 year old if you’re not careful. I don’t want you to end up like my grandma.” You say getting frustrated, he on the other hand chuckles.

“Your grandma?” he asks amused “YES, my grandma you know that woman canNOT sit down without complaining about her damn knee.” you say sternly still not finding what was so funny about what you were saying. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again but I can promise that’ll be more careful from now on.” he says placing a kiss on your shoulder as you both were now laying on your side, your back to his chest, and his back to the back wall. Your crane your neck to face him “Thank you” You say simply, his reassurance to being more careful on the field was the one thing that relieved you throughout the whole day. You could sleep in peace now.

And that’s exactly what happened you fell asleep in his arms (kinda) without having to worry as much. You definitely woke up more relaxed in the morning!!

OH YUP DEFINITELY ATE THIS LIL ONEEEEEE (not really. if you have any comments on my writing pls criticize me!! but be nice abt it tho cuz like I’ll cry.) ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONEEEEE🔥🔥🔥🔥🌚🌝

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[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 11

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Ace continues to get into trouble. Flirting happens.

Warnings: Swearing, flirting, mention of injury, Price needs his own warning label, little bit of kidnapping.

Word count: 1.5k

Landing in Finland didn’t actually help the raging anxiety much. You let Laswell and Captain know to stand down, no further issues, and you’d update them soon. 

And then you booked a hotel room and took a very long, very hot shower. 

Your phone was ringing by the time you got out, and you grumbled to yourself. Captain. “Yes?”

“What’s your status?” 

“Secure,” you said after a moment, frowning just a little. That was a new tone from him. 

“And your delay?”

“A non-issue. Just a little miscommunication is all.” 

Captain was silent for a few moments. “Send me coordinates for the drop point.” And then he hung up.

You stared at your phone. Was he… upset? With you? For what? You hadn’t done anything wrong. 

But you did send him coordinates and a time. Tomorrow. Because there was no way you were going anywhere else tonight. 

Some gentle prodding at your side showed you were still healing well. You’d probably have a scar from this, but better a scar than to be dead. 

But you managed to sleep, at least. Which was honestly a relief. 

You made it to the drop point early. As always. You settled on a bench, pretending to read a book and people-watch. 

Even though you were expecting him, you still startled a little when a body dropped down next to you.

“Status?” Captain asked, voice low, a thread of concern in his voice.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, only a little snippy. “Here.” You held out the USB to him.

But he didn’t take it right away, frowning at you, gaze sweeping over you in a clear visual check. “What happened?” 

You blinked at him. “Does it matter? I’m here, I’m fine, I’ve got stuff for you.”

He took the USB but his fingers closed over your hand, trapping the drive between you. “What happened?”

You stared at him, eyes wide. Your heart was beating far too fast for the situation. “Nothing really happened,” you said weakly, confused. “Captain… what are you worried about?” A sudden thought had your heart clenching in pain. “Thought you gave up on the accusations?”

“That’s not what this is about.” His frown deepened and he shifted closer to you, the line of his jaw tense. “You went silent for hours and rerouted your flight without explanation.” 

You floundered, just a little. Because that? That was not an accusation. That was something worse. Concern. “I–Captain, I’m fine. Nothing happened. It was just…” You trailed off. You could lie, could come up with something convincing. Something that he wouldn’t be able to verify. Because your clients were none of his concern. 

Except that this client might also be a lead into the ultranationalist group, and that seemed like the kind of information Captain might need to know. If you really wanted to try this whole playing nice thing. 

So you breathed out slowly, bringing your free hand up to rub your eyes. You were tired. Moreso than you should be, really. You blamed the situation. 

“It was a potential new client,” you answered, not looking at him, fingers still pressed into your eyes until stars burst against the dark of your eyelids. “Knew me from Sergio, but didn’t have my contact information. Either didn’t ask Sergio or didn’t want him to know. I’ll find out which.” Another slow breath in. “Normally I would not be telling you this, because my business is not yours, but. He paid me with a check that rerouted to a shell company, one of the ones that I noted.” You shrugged a little, finally lowering your hand, though you still refused to look at him. “I was going to get more solid information first, but you rather forced my hand.” 

Captain was silent for several moments, keeping your hand captured. Then he sighed. “Ace.” 

You glanced at him almost without meaning to, gauging his reaction. But his expression was carefully neutral. 

“I’d prefer if you keep me in the loop on this one. Even if you don’t have solid intel.” He held your gaze easily, blue holding steady but no less intense. 

“Understood.” You managed to crack a smile. “I’ll take it under advisement.”

He scoffed softly but finally released your hand, keeping the USB. “Password?” 

“Reliant.” You smirked a little, still not quite normal but getting there. 

He grunted once in acknowledgement. “Get some food, you look bloody awful.”

The laugh felt punched out of you, almost painful. “Flatterer,” you said without any malice. “You offering?” 

He was silent and still next to you for just long enough that your heart tripped into high gear. Then he chuckled. “Maybe next time, Ace.” 

It was a surprisingly gentle let down, and you left it at that. You stood first and turned away.

Only to stop when a hand wrapped around your wrist. 

“Thank you.” 

You turned slowly to look at Captain, the two words far too sincere to ignore. You honestly had no idea what to do, just staring at him for a moment, before you nodded once. 

You were quick to leave as soon as he released you, heart pounding, head reeling. 

This… had not been the plan. This had not even been anywhere near the plan. 

But he wasn’t wrong. You needed food. And sleep. You could figure out the rest after that. 

Good food was easy to find in Finland, and your hotel was comfortable. You took the rest of the day to get your head on straight and rest up. And also to put out a few emails to some contacts, because you wanted White to give you more information. You doubted he’d be a good source, but maybe you could put a few things together. Maybe it would help. 

Or maybe you’d finally get in too deep and end up where you always suspected you would - an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere. 

Grimacing at the macabre turn of your own thoughts, you shook yourself and turned on the news for background noise. 

Captain was becoming a distraction. And that was a problem. One you wouldn’t abide. You had too much going on to have him distracting you. 

How to get Laswell to agree, though, was another problem entirely. One that you decided to sleep on. 

Honestly, you meant to talk to Laswell. You did. But you got sidetracked with getting contact information to three of your contacts, and their information to White. Then you had a call from Valeria where you had to dance around an invitation. Then there was the call from a contact of yours who had gotten himself into trouble and asked you for help back out of it… You got busy. 

You were going to deal with him. Eventually. 

Just… Not right now. 

The first text check in was easy to brush off. He’d just asked for status. You just said “busy”. 

That got you two more days of denial and research. Tracking down shell corporations and tracing payments took time.

The second check in was harder to ignore.

Need an ETA.

You grimaced down at your phone, then at your laptop. You had information you could give him, sure, but not as much as you wanted. You had nothing new on White, no new major movements. In your eyes, it wasn’t worth the time to arrange a drop for this. 

Few more days. Chasing down some leads. 

That was… close enough. And gave you enough time to do more digging, put some pressure on some people. 

At least, that was the plan.

That plan very much went to shit when you went out to get some food. You’d gotten half a dozen steps outside your hotel when two men fell in step with you, one on each side. 

“Stay quiet and no one gets hurt,” one of them murmured, low and threatening. You could just see the flash of a pistol under his jacket, pointed at you. 

“May I ask where we’re going?” But you made sure to keep your voice quiet and pleasant. You really didn’t want to get shot again. Laswell would never let you live it down. 

“You can ask.” There was no humor in his voice, but he didn’t make any threatening moves, either. “This way.” He turned down a street, and you followed. He walked a few more blocks to a black van and pulled open the back door. You went in without prompting, shoulders tense. 

This was very much not good. 

The other one pulled a bag over your head, and you sat still and compliant. You had absolutely no desire to get thrown around over this. You needed your head clear to get out of whatever mess this was.

#waking lions #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

[storiesofsvu]

Solace in Solitude Ch 13

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, usual CM style violence/storylines talked about. A very minimal bit of dialogue taken from an episode. One more chapter to go besties!

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t totally on edge for the next two days, picking at your nails whenever you found yourself distracted, lost in thought as you wondered what exactly was going on across the Atlantic. You did your best to keep occupied with cleaning and packing up the apartment, getting ready for your own move while making sure things were looking like they did the first night you set foot in the building. 

You were on the balcony watching the darkening sky, a leftover cigarette between your lips when your phone finally buzzed, and you were quick to pick it up.

‘He’s dead. Declan’s safe. Team’s not off scot free though, there’s gonna be this whole hearing bullshit.’

‘Good luck.’

It felt weird moving to London, not because of the change of scenery or language, but simply because you were back on your own. You’d found your own apartment this time, but it still felt strange to be alone in it, to not have the warm light pooling from Emily’s room when you got home late at night. To not wake up to the smell of fresh coffee being brewed or find her on the couch up in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. You’d become so accustomed to having another person around all the time that being solo felt almost wrong.

Your phone buzzed less than a week into your time there, a number with a 202-area code.

‘Hey, it’s Em. Figured I should pass along the new number, unless you’ve already changed yours.’

Your lips curved up into a soft smile when you read the text, putting down your wine glass so you could reply.

‘I’ve had an international plan since DWB’s. I assume this means that trial thing went well? You’re staying in DC?’

‘Ha. As good as it could, but we proved everything we did was for the right reasons. And yeah… it just feels like the right place to be. How’s London?’

‘Dreary. I forgot how much rain we get this time of year.’

Emily let out a small huff of a laugh, she was about to type up another reply when Derek’s voice broke through her bubble.

“Who’re you texting with that smile?” He asked with a wicked grin, and she immediately locked her phone, rolling her eyes.

“A friend.”

“Yeah right.” He laughed, “girl, you’ve been back less than a month and you’re already playing the field? Sin to win never dies, does it?”

“Looks like we have that in common.” She shot back with a smirk and an appalled look took over Derek’s features.

**

Emily knew things were going to be different, that they were going to feel strange and after her original reunion with the team, she knew it was likely she was going to feel a bit like an outsider in a place she once felt like family. Part of her had expected to slip right back into where she was, that her role would be the same, that life would pick up exactly where it left off when she left. She’d been so separated that Paris was starting to feel like a fever dream and she nearly forgot that while she’d been recovering and recuperating, life had gone on for the rest of the BAU team, they had kept moving while she was standing still.

She was incredibly thankful JJ had managed to pull some strings and keep her apartment, even if it had been sublet in the meantime, she still got to come home to something familiar and didn’t have to start from nothing for personal belongings. And while the place had been her home for so long, even with Sergio back, there was something missing, an emptiness that hung heavily in the air. She knew it couldn’t help that there was a lingering thought in the back of her head that Ian knew where this apartment was, even if he was six feet under. She missed the companionship that had come with Paris, suddenly having to do it all on her own was annoying, at least she wasn’t home as much as she had been while recovering. 

‘Do things feel weird in London, or is it just DC and the whole coming back from the dead thing that’s throwing everything off?’

A small laugh broke through your lips as you picked up your coffee mug to take another sip.

‘I’m sure that has something to do with it. Why are you awake? Isn’t it the middle of the night over there?’

Emily sheepishly glanced to the clock on the nightstand, realizing just how late it really was and she let out a sigh, nestling deeper into the wall of pillows.

‘Couldn’t sleep. I’ve been weaning off most of the meds, plus my mind won’t stop. What time is it there?’

‘Just past seven, coffee time. You wanna call? Talk through it?’

‘Nah. If I call, I’m sure someone will wake up and start screaming cause he thinks its breakfast time.’

‘Uh.. what?’

‘Sergio.’

‘Are you telling me you’ve been back less than two months and you’ve already rescued another child in need or did you rename the other kid?’

Emily couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, quickly covering her mouth to keep quiet. There was no doubt you hadn’t woken up that long ago, the caffeine not quiet hitting your brain stream yet.

‘Sergio’s the cat.’

‘Oh! Right. I’m surprised Penelope gave him up.’

‘Well she has custody on weekends and whenever a case takes me out of town longer than a couple of days.’

‘Oof. Co-parenting, hope that doesn’t get messy.’

She found herself quietly chuckling again, a sense of comfort and calm flowing through her as her body began to relax further into the bed.

‘Only when one of us buys fancier treats.’

‘Good. And for what its worth things are a little off here, but I mean, it’s starting a new life for me, it’s just like riding a bike, I’ll get the rhythm back soon. You went back to something old, but that something has changed completely for everyone involved too. I’m sure constantly jetting around the country doesn’t help your sense of stability either.’

‘Last time I checked you weren’t a shrink.’

‘I’ve been sitting in to a few lectures here and there.’ You replied with a grin, practically able to hear her deadpan through the words on the screen.

‘Any suggestions?’

‘Don’t try to force things too quickly, know that it’s going to take some time for things to feel normal again. As important as it is for you to try to repair the relationships you had, you might want to start looking to make new friends, sprinkle in a bit of freshness to an old lifestyle. Change up your routine, hit up different grocery stores, get your coffee from somewhere new, change your commute, things like that.’

‘Already swapped coffee shops. Pretty sure I terrified the poor girl working the counter the first time I walked back in. Felt too bad to go back.’

‘Well that’s a start, lol. And… if you think you’re gonna stay in DC, that you want to belong there, think about putting down some roots, reasons for you to make it your forever home.’

‘Good thought’

The clock chimed beside you and you glanced up from your phone, letting out a soft sigh,

‘I’ve gotta run, but feel free to text anytime.’

‘Go save some lives. I’ll be fine.’  She signed it off with a smiley face, finally dropping her phone onto the nightstand as she curled around herself, pulling the blankets around her. For the first time since being back she was asleep within minutes.

**

Your phone began to buzz on the kitchen counter, you glanced toward it at first, thinking it was just a text, but when it nearly vibrated off the edge you realized it was a call, and from Emily, nonetheless.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey,” she replied, her voice somewhat strained and your brow furrowed, “what was that whole thing about the spleen? Like, when it comes to getting sick or recovery, that part.”

“Should I be concerned about the sirens in the background?”

“I’m a fed, sirens are a pretty regular occurrence.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, leaning against the counter, “what about that out of control beeping from the heart rate monitor?”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, just ow!”

“Emily...” you warned.

“It’s nothing.” She protested before a louder male voice shouted from the background.

“She got shot!”

“Jesus christ.” You muttered, “you’ve been back less than six months and you’ve already gotten yourself shot? What are you, a walking liability?”

The replies came instantaneously from Emily and Derek respectively, “no!” “YES!”

“I’m gonna be fine!”

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? Aren’t you supposed to have vests for these kinda things?”

“I was wearing it! I took the hit to the upper shoulder and this lovely EMT says I’m going to be fine. I just can’t remember what you said about the spleen thing.”

Biting your lip, you let out a sigh, “If you get sick or injured it can and will take longer to heal, recovery’s a bitch, you know that.”

“Uh.. Agent Prentiss?” Another voice cut in and you assumed it was one of the EMT’s, “why can’t we find any medical history past March of last year?”

“That would be the other reason I’m calling.” Emily winced and you chuckled.

“I have your full history listed under Valerie Stewart, I’ll send it over, what hospital?” The EMT rattled off the location that you were quick to scribble down onto a scrap of paper, “I know this isn’t ideal timing, but have you gone to that shrink I set you up with?”

“Yes.” She half grumbled back before you heard another outburst from her co agent.

“She went to one mandatory appointment.” 

“Morgan!”

“Ask her about how great her boyfriend Sergio is.”

“Last time I checked, Sergio was the cat.” You replied and Emily groaned, rolling her eyes, “Em, you really need to go a couple of times, especially now.”

“Why does this change things?”

“It’s your first time back in a hospital as a patient since Paris, it’s bound to bring up some stuff.”

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You pushed off from the counter, “I’ll send your file over, call me when you’re all bandaged up.”

“Yeah.” She replied and you could hear the exhaustion in her voice before the line clicked.

Much later that night your phone buzzed with a text, a picture of Emily back on the jet with her arm in a sling. As tired as she looked, at least she was safe and, on a quick path to recovery from this one.

**

‘Come on, that house is gorgeous!’ 

You shook your head at Emily’s hesitancy through your text chain. She’d spent the last couple of weeks sending you housing listings, asking your opinions and thoughts on just about everything and she found some kind of flaw in every single one of them.

‘There’s cracks in the foundation.’

‘So? Cracks can be fixed.’

‘No, they can be hidden. They’re still there.’

‘It passed inspection. You’re acting like you’re afraid the place is gonna fall down.’

‘I’m afraid it’s never gone be as strong as it was.’

You paused, a frown taking over your face as you read back the last piece of your conversation, you practically felt your shoulders sagging as you dropped into the couch. You wished there was more that you could do for her right now, but you knew being a world away meant this was it.

‘I have a feeling we’re not talking about houses anymore…’

A longer pause, one that left you watching the three little dots disappear and reappear while Emily debated how to reply. Where she struggled with wanting to blow you off, or if she really did want to get into this right now. Eventually she decided on somewhere in the middle.

‘Remember when we talked about setting down roots?’

‘Yeah.’

‘My therapist said the same thing.’

‘Told ya I wasn’t crazy.’

She huffed out a laugh, holding back the eye roll.

‘I tried. I’m trying. It’s just proving harder with each time. Like the more that I have tying me to here, the more I start to feel trapped. Caged in here with no opportunity to even see the other options anymore. The job’s the same, sure, but it’s also entirely different. We had a case a bit ago where the unsub was drowning his victims only to attempt to resurrect them, it was the first time the rest of the team found out I actually died, it left an even weirder taste in everyone’s mouths. It was the first time Reid looked me in the eye since being back, Morgan’s just barely over it, nothing feels right anymore. And buying a house? That seems like the last thing I should be doing if I feel like this. I don’t know where I’d want to go, what I’d want to be doing, it’s not like I’m out there actively looking for something different…’

‘But if it fell in your lap, you’d probably jump at the opportunity?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Well, hold off on putting the offer down for now, see what else is out there, talk it over with your therapist.’

‘I will. And hey, thanks for being my soundboard for all of this, it really hasn’t been the easiest.’

‘Of course. Life��s always easier with a friend by your side. I’ve got your back.’

‘No kidding.’ She smiled softly, ‘and thank you.’

**

Three weeks later the opportunity really did just drop into her lap. A phone call to an old source to help the BAU on a case lead to a very lucrative and enticing job offer. One that made her stomach twist into more knots than de arming a bomb did. 

At the end of the week Emily was surrounded by her team, her friends, people that she loved dearly, who were finally accepting her back in their lives. Yet she still felt completely isolated and alone. She was certain that things were never going to be the same in DC again, that it really was time for her to go. So, as she watched JJ and Will dance together, soft smiles on their cheeks while he leant in to steal a kiss, she made up her mind. 

She was taking the Interpol offer.

Maybe a complete reset and starting over really was what she needed right now.

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[maxybabyy]

It’s almost half past eight when the door opens and breaks Max’s focus.

Usually, people don’t come into this room. It’s too noisy, too hot when it isn’t completely freezing outside.

Lewis comes by occasionally, uses the nanodrop for his DNA samples. But his project is on the tail-end, and he’s too deep in the writing phase to even be on the lab cleaning rota. Max knows he was meant to stay, that Toto wanted to build a part of the group around him and his expertise. But funding runs out quickly; what was hot five years ago, may as well be old news today.

But it’s Daniel who pokes his head in, smile wide as he spots Max in the corner.

“There you are, Maxy.” He says, pushes the chair closer to Max before sitting down. “Alex said you’d left, but your stuff was still in the office, so.”

He doesn’t have a lab coat on, but always he doesn’t wear it. Max doesn’t know still if it’s an Australian thing, or because he is a pharmacist maybe, but also Oscar does it.

“But I have my gloves on today, Maxy.” Daniel said yesterday when Max had commented on it, trying not to stare at the lovely white tee shirt Daniel had been wearing. He wiggled his fingers as a tease, the bright pink gloves Seb had brought as a joke. He would have to at least be a large to escape the bright blue nitrile hell Max and the other mediums were saddled with. “Don’t get used to it though, just Oscar’s apparently shit at aliquoting piss I’ve learnt.”

“So what are we doing tonight, Max?” Daniel asks now. He is sitting on the chair the wrong way; elbows on the back of it with his chin in his hand. He couldn’t sit like that, Max thinks, at least not for very long. Not like Daniel can, like he does in their shared meetings when Christian and Zak remember they have a grant together.

“The university said the power would be out for a while tomorrow, so I of course have to shut down the MS,” Max says, huffs when he has to turn back to the computer.

The email had come Wednesday night, barely any information except for the notice of a power outage within eighty hours. Max had used the reply-all function to tell them to go suck an egg, turned off his phone and gone for a run.

Checo should of course be the one to do this, senior to Max in every way but one. But last time Sergio had been in charge of shutting down the systems, Max had come in the next day unable to complete calibration, and they had to replace two different parts.

It’s a new instrument too, and always he can be – the mass spectrometer can be a bit fussy when you have to shut it down. But Max has been working with mass spec since undergrad, was the second author on GP’s Nature Communications paper. Had come to Christian’s lab for this very instrument, so he of course knows it best.

“Always they say we are a part of a core facility, and still, they do this,” Max says. He’s already discussed it with GP and Jonathan how it isn’t okay, with the facility manager who hasn’t touched probably a mass spectrometer in his life. 

Daniel also hasn’t worked with MS by himself before, but he would of course understand, would know it isn’t okay to do this.

“Was the Friday bar alright?” Max asks. He had gone too for a bit, shared the last dregs of gin with Charles, pouring the tonic directly into the bottle to get the most of it. “George said he made a quiz, but to me it sounded very boring. There was a part, I think, where you had to spell out chemicals’ names.”

Daniel laughs, and it sounds so loud in their tiny room for two. Daniel has of course always had a very lovely laugh, but it sounds even better like this. The two of them only. Max likes it like that the best.

“Yeah ah, George kinda went to town on the goon sack instead,” he says. “I reckon Alex had to carry him home.”

“George drank the wine?” Max asks. “No! But that is so old, it’s been in the fridge since Liam graduated.”

“He went for the sangria too, it wasn’t even good fresh.”

“Always George should not be in charge of this, of drinking and parties,” Max says, remembers the nightmare his grad party had been. “You are of course very good at it, how to make it a good night.”

“You think so?” Daniel says, soft, hesitant. Max looks up from the instrument with a frown, touches Daniel’s hand where it’s been hovering in the air, like he didn’t know if he could touch him. Always he can. Max should tell him this, maybe.

“Yes, Daniel.”

“Then, would you go somewhere with me tonight?” He asks, closes his hand around Max’s. It’s different to work like this, one-handed and typing slow. But Max doesn’t want to pull away, keeps his hand in the warmth of Daniel’s.

“I think I am too tired for the club, Daniel.” Max says softly. He has gone before, after the Friday bar. But he cannot do it tonight, his body is too tired. He doesn’t think he would survive if he did, considers already if he should take the bus home and leave his bike behind.

But to his surprise, Daniel laughs, squeezes their hands together. “Nah, I was thinking we could maybe go get some food? You said you’ve been craving like, tacos, and I’ve found a place down by one of the bridges that I thought we could try. If you wanna, of course.” 

Daniel has only been in the city for five months, but already he has made friends in high places, in the low ones too. 

“I would love to, but always I don’t know how -“

“Hey, we’ll just leave whenever you’re done, no rush, Maxy.” Daniel says. 

Max nods, “Then it of course sounds very lovely. It will not be that much longer, I think.” 

“I’ll be here,” Daniel says softly. 

He pulls his hand from Max’s, the loss of touch, of warmth is sudden, but Max knew it would happen. But Daniel doesn’t leave. 

He doesn’t go back to the office to work on the paper Max knows has to be sent back with major revisions, doesn’t go over the postdoc application Zak isn’t supposed to know about. He pulls out his phone instead, plays one of those indie rock albums that Max has come to like. 

It’s very nice, Max thinks, his own earphones still dead in his ears. 

The MS does finally shut down, leaves the room almost quiet except for the music.  

They’re in the basement to get their bikes, Daniel will go in front because he knows where they’re going. He wears a helmet now too, one of those fancy Hövding airbags that will inflate if he crashes. 

“So I won’t mess up my hair, baby,” he had said, the collar loose around his neck when he came into the office to show it off. Max doesn’t care, thinks he looked cute in Max’s borrowed helmet, but this is good also. 

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says now, one leg swung over the bike. “Would it be cool with you if this was a date instead?” 

Max almost stumbles over the pedals, but he doesn’t, corrects himself so he’s upright and staring at Daniel, who watches him back almost shyly. 

“It would of course be very lovely, I think, if this was a date,” he says, faint. 

Daniel's lips stretch into a wide grin, and Max cannot help but return it. 

“Cool, let’s do that then.”

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We will always be all right - Sergio Pérez

Masterlist<3

Pairing: Sergio Pérrez x GN!Reader

Warning: Kind sad?, Fluff in the end, Checo is a bit OOC, bad writing, English sint my first language sorry for any mistakes :)

The day started well, it was relatively warm, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, “it’s a good Sunday to race. “Was what Y/N thought just before entering the Ferrari paddock, while putting their firesuit they got a message from their boyfriend: “Can’t wait to beat you in there :)” That brought a smile upon their face, Checo was their boyfriend and best friend, it was a bit hard to explain to the fans that a Ferrari and a Red Bull driver were dating, but the fans were fine since they only wanted them to be happy. 

 After they put on the firesuit they went to the car to go get in position, they were starting next to Lewis, them being in P6 and Lewis in P5, while Checo was on P3 a bit ahead of them, they were very proud of each other. After a while the formation lap started, right then Y/N could fell that something wasn’t right with the car, but they went with it, preferring to think it was just the car warming up, with the end of the formation lap the race started with Max in P1, Charles in P2 and Checo on P3. Y/N was trying very hard to pass Lewis, after a couple tries, they managed to pass him now the challenge was to pass Alonso, they tried and tried but just couldn’t pass him, and the car was getting more and more strange, after maybe two laps, the car was in a point where the team could see from the pit wall that something was wrong, so they told Y/N to take it easy until the pit entrance, there they would see what was wrong with it, but they didn’t have the time to wait since in the next turn the car just lost one of its tires, it just flew off causing Y/N to hit a wall, they hit their head and passed out in the car, everyone was warned off the yellow flag. 

 While they were trying to get them out of the car Checo passed through the accident and he recognized the number of the love of his life in front of the car, his mind went blank and he warned the team through the radio that he wasn’t going to finish this race, despite everything that they said his mind as focused on Y/N, and if they were all right, going to the pits and getting out off of the car was the easy part, but getting them to allow him to leave the place and go to the hospital was a different conversation, they wouldn’t let him drive in the state he was, already crying and worried about them, he just couldn’t say there knowing that you were in a hospital bed, so he said that he would take an Uber to the hospital, when they agreed to it he just left them standing there and went straight to a car that was already waiting for him, on the way to the hospital all he could hope for is that you were all right. 

When he arrived there, he saw Y/N’s mother waiting for news, he sat next to her and waited as well, when the doctors called for their family, they got up together and she went to talk to the doctor, after a while she came back and explained that they were fine, but when they hit their head some part of their memory could have been lost, after knowing that he was relieved and Y/N’s mother went to see them first, after about five minutes of waiting outside their mother came out and he went inside, happy to finally be able to see them, when he came in Y/N had a smile on their face he mimicked the smile, but with tears coming out of his eyes, Y/N got worried and tried to console him, but he just hugged them very tightly, they returned the hug while saying: “I believe that if Christian could see hugging an enemy he would kill you.” He sighed with a laugh, but then got confused since Christin was fine with your relationship, the only moment that he was against the relationship was when they were friends, after they made that comment the room was very silent, so silent you could hear if a pin fell in it. 

He knew that they might had lost a few memories, but he hoped so much that you didn’t lose any memories of their relationship, but the world is cruel, and it took the love of his life from him, they had lost about 2 years' worth of memories of them, he knew that despite not remembering being with him, he maybe could bring your memories back, so the next day he came prepared for them to see their best friend while he saw the person he loved the most. When he came in the smile that they gave him made his heart shatter a bit, knowing that their eyes didn’t have the loving glow it always had when they looked at him, but he didn’t lose hope, he had brought a video were all memories them both were combined, he stayed up all night making it with the help of Lando, but when he showed it to them, some parts didn’t make sense, it almost seemed as if their brain was blocking the memories, and it gave them a headache, as if to not hurt them anymore he paused the video. He hadn’t given up, but he would give their brain time to heal before throwing 2 years in their face, but Y/N could see something was wrong, occasionally, when Checo came to visit he had to leave to room for a few minutes and came back with his face red as if he was crying, so after a couple days they were discharged, and Checo gave them a ride to the hotel. 

They took that moment as an opportunity to talk to him, “Sergio what’s wrong? I know something is happening and you won’t tell me, every time you look at me it seems like you’re about to fall apart, so please, tell me what’s wrong?” 

And he couldn't take it anymore, so he told them everything, from their first date by a lake, or the time when they sent the whole night watching Star Wars, or how they thought it was a good idea to tell the world that they were together during an interview in which the interviewer was bluntly flirting with him, but that made them laugh, he was felling ashamed because he just opened his heart out to them, and they just stepped on it by laughing, when they were done laughing they asked, “Ok, good joke, but no really, what’s wrong?” And when they saw the look on his face, and the strength he was using on the steering wheel they knew it was serious, and they couldn’t think of what to say except “I’m sorry” But he answered “No, it’s okay, I think you just showed me what our relationship means to you”  

After that the way to the hotel was silent, not even the radio was on, Y/N was feeling so guilty for laughing, when they arrived at the hotel it was well past 12 P.M, and he knew that they liked to sleep after lunch, so he left them on their floor and went to take a breath, they laid on the king size bed, they fell asleep with tears on their face for not remembering their   love for each other, in the dream all they could see was glimpses of their lost memories, they woke up about 2 hours later with a blanket on top of them and the sound of the shower running made them believe that Checo was back, seeing his backpack in the chair closest to the bed made that very obvious, they recalled the video he showed them on the day after the accident, they pulled his notebook out of the bag and the screen lighted up, it was a picture of them hugging very happy, Y/N’s was on top of his with a goofy smile on, and he was as always looking at them, then they realized he has a password that they don’t know. Just then the shower closed showing that he was coming out, and he did with just a towel on, while with another one he dried his hair very aggressively, they saw that and sighed saying “You were never good in taking care of yourself huh?” That put him in a shocked state, since they always said that during their relationship, when they realized what they said they were oh so happy that they remembered something about their relationship. 

They were both so happy that they forgot what had happened earlier, “Checo, may I finish seeing that video you showed me? I wanna know all that I missed” He was so happy, and of course he showed them the video and then went ahead and spent the rest of the day telling them everything that they didn’t understand from the video, until they asked him: “Checo, will we be fine? I mean, you don’t have to wait around for me, what if I don’t get my memories back? What then?” But he was quick to reassure them: 

“We will be all right, we always are going to be just fine, as for me waiting I don’t mind, I already waited so long before asking you out that I can wait just a bit longer to have you again, and if you never get these memories back it will also be all right because then we can make more memories together, if you will allow me of course” They nodded so vigorously as to agree that they want to make memories with him, that made him laugh and kiss their temple, and then they laid their head down on his neck to hide their blush, that made him laugh more and hug them closer to him, while trying to hide his happy tears from them. 

#checo #checo perez x reader #checo perez #f1 #f1 fanfic #imagine #sergio perez x reader #sergio #perez #red bull #formula 1 #formula one #fanfic #checo fanfic #sergio perez fanfic #roance #fluff #f1 gif #checo gif #checo one shot #sergio checo pérez #sergio perez f1 #red bull f1 #ferrari f1 #f1 fluff

[prienova]

I showed my friend, who knows almost nothing about f1 and has absolutely no filter, photos of each driver on the 2022 grid and made her name and give me her first impressions on them and 😭. She just said whatever came into her head at the time, none of this was really thought over :). Everything is under the cut since this is such a long post!

Max Verstappen: William Osbourne

italian or spanish vibes

slightly dark and broody vibes

takes racing very seriously

“He is either super nice or an absolute asshole, or maybe he’s both who knows.”

Sergio Perez: Kristopher

A little lost but everyone loves it

100% has compilations on youtube that are like “kristopher being kristopher for 8 minutes and 23 seconds”

Has spent so long in f1 that everyone is telling him to quit

Very enthusiastic and his fans are very loyal

Charles Leclerc: Alexio 

“Damn he’s fine as hell!”

Hot, sexy, and hardworking

Has so many smutty fanfics written about him but he doesn’t know that they exist

Famous for his dimples and general smolder

Carlos Sainz: Akaash

“Oh my god, is he indian? YES DESI REP!” (She was so exited, I felt bad telling her he is spanish)

Could act in a movie as a fuckboy

Nice enough but might break your heart

Hard to approach but well liked by others

Lewis Hamilton: Joseph (but goes by Joe)

“Why are these guys so hot?”

Very wholesome and doing his best

“He looks like a good driver, I’d let him grip my steering wheel” ;)

Probably posts thirst traps after workouts

George Russell: George (she got one!)

Smiles and laughs but is secretly sad inside

“Is he gay? He feels gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I am too and my senses are tingling.”

Solid driver

After seeing him in his williams era: “Awww, look at his hair, what a gem :)”

Fernando Alonso: Alec La Chance

Old man, people are begging him to retire but he stays out of spite

Has a questionable hairstyle

Can come off as rude and scary but he is just blunt

Has probably hazed the new drivers each year

Esteban Ocon: David

Sweet guy, seems very bubbly and fun to be around, has a cute face

Would hype you up if you were feeling down

“He's that one cousin who you see at family gatherings every 4 years that you get along with super well but never talk to outside of those gatherings as neither of you can seem to make the effort to reach out.” (yes, this is her exact wording 😭)

“Is his hair wet or is that just an unholy amout of hair gel?”

Daniel Ricciardo: Arnesto

Very popular among the guys and gals ;)

Very chill and well liked

“He’s so smiley, I love his teeth!”

Looks like he belongs in FIFA

Lando Norris: Theodore

“How old is this guy? I thought you said they had to be 18 to drive or something.”

Has an “I’m not like other boys” mentality

Probably reads those romance webnovels that all have the exact same plot and cries when he finishes them because he wants to be loved

Says “pog” and “sus” unironically

Valterri Bottas: Scott

“He’s giving me australian vibes.”

Has a nice smile, seems chill and relaxed, very reliable

Not a fan of publicity but deals with it only because he has to

Comes off as tough and intense but is actually a total sweetheart, gives off major dad energy

Zhou Guanyu: Andrew

“Ooooh, I like him. He would bump into me on the way to work, spill my drink, and buy me coffee as an apology.”

A solid dude and a good friend

Seems like a good sport

She spent almost ten minutes drooling over his modeling pictures 💀

Kevin Magnussen: Gordon Ramsay

Has strong father vibes but is unhinged

Head empty, only cars

Has questionable morals but everyone loves him

Stoner energy

“He looks like if someone tried to copy Gordon Ramsay but changed it up a bit so it wasn’t obvious.”

Mick Schumacher: Brad

Very charismatic

“What happened to his hair? Why would he cut it like that?” (I showed her before and after photos of that one haircut)

Very sweet but is also a menace to society

Looks like he would enjoy cherry flavored cough medicine

Pierre Gasly: Chadwick

Very cool and suave, flirts a lot, secretly sad inside

Throws parties often

Would have went into finance if f1 didn’t work out

Has a small but devoted fanbase, extremely underrated driver

“I can’t tell if I would trust him or not.”

Yuki Tsunoda: Benjamin

Very nice, another solid guy

“He has the same hair my brother did when he was 12.”

Can drive an f1 car well but gets too nervous to drive on regular streets because he doesn’t trust himself to not start speeding

“He’s cute, I’d date him.”

Sebastian Vettel: Gandalf

Very nice and wise, pleasant to talk to

Wins a lot, has many fans that thirst over him and his scruffy hair

Could have been a footballer but chose to go into f1 instead

“He has fun uncle energy, I want to smoke a joint with him.”

Lance Stroll: Jacob from Twilight

“THIS GUY’S HAIRCUT IS EVEN WORSE THAN BRAD’S!”

When he got rid of his old hair, his passion for the sport left with it

Sometimes gets intimidated by some of the intense racers

“Someone please tell him to grow his hair back out, it looked so good.”

Alex Albon: Jughead from Archie

Has a good portion of haters for no reason

A bit awkward but very sweet

Pulls off the red hair VERY well

“I want to be his bottle of hairdye.”

Nicholas Latifi: Santander

Is either the best driver currently or very bad

Looks very intuitive and thoughtful

Seems handy and domestically skilled

“I like his hands, do you think he moisturizes?”

I honestly can’t tell which one is my favorite 😭

#formula 1 #f1 #max verstappen #sergio perez #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #lewis hamilton #george russell #fernando alonso #esteban ocon #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #valtteri bottas #zhou guanyu #kevin magnussen #mick schumacher #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #sebastian vettel #lance stroll #alex albon #nicholas latifi

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"I hate him, what the hell was wrong with him yesterday?" I looked angrily at Max and Cheko, who also learned about everything from the news. "Fuck me, I'm sorry that Oscar was such a bastard yesterday and gossiped about the whole thing." Max looked at me sadly and shook his head. Osc recognized him as a kind and cute boy, just as I am not such a dick. "This hurt me too when I read it, especially that it became a forced situation, if I were in your place I don't even know. I would have screamed and said, damn it, you're right." Sergio caressed my back the whole time, I knew he was the one to tell everyone the truth, just so he wouldn't be in the middle of it. "I understand... Anyway, thank you Sergio, you're in a good position." I leaned back, spread my legs and started shaking them. I could only swallow, I grabbed my water bottle to see if I was thirsty, but I didn't feel like billions of eyes were staring at me and just as many index fingers were pointing at me and just as many mouths were snickering at me, I was doing all this behind my back. "It won't work, I'm sorry, I have to hide this weekend!!!! Coming Out I can't take it!!!!!" I started sobbing, shouted and ran away from them.

"You should apologize to your teammate, Oscar, because you were a mess yesterday, I was an asshole." I saw that Loki was very, very angry with me, I think he should have come out to Lando when he was a love mess in nineteen and twenty. He also started dating a model and also dated a sexy back dancer once, and he openly exchanged it. "Are you in the picture, what's your Lando doing at nineteen and twenty?" "Yes, many people said, but yes, he was a dick and he shouldn't have, especially when he found out when he wanted a threesome, but where Fedrik protested, where Connie protested, and when they found out, they both threw him away with such a short-haired English nobody. They won't start again." He sat down next to me and gave me a faint smile. "I know it happened in his twenties, I read that he was the one who did it"

"Hello, I'm looking for you Lando, can't you see me? I'm Connie Joops. I haven't seen him since 2020” I scratched the back of my neck and sucked on my lips. "He can come back from the press conference now. Third, would you be Connie?” He nodded, the guy looks very sexy to us, but unfortunately engaged. "Yes, my friend Fedrick is also here. Lando will accidentally bring me and my partner together." I lowered my eyes and felt that there was something wrong, but I just wanted to chat with him, "Nothing, thanks for the information." We didn't tell him, but he was right behind him and almost to him... ,,Excuse me... Connie? You?" Yes, we are looking for you and Fedrick, it would be important. When will you be able to have tea with us?",, Now is also a good time. I guess I'll leave you guys alone or something." "No matter where you're thinking, we'd just tell you, look, they're engaged, thanks to you, we can even adopt a baby, just for your signature." I looked at him, those weren't his tears of joy, he was sobbing on my shoulder. "When will I get there? Yes, I am now pregnant with twins, but when will I be engaged? Now I have someone again for a while, but with that fucking bridegroom, I'm the unlucky one who will die alone among cats!!!!"

I chatted with Charles over there, I yelled at him to see if you could see him wrong, but it's not Lando who's crying because he's pregnant, he's crying all the time for no reason. "You're not crying again for no reason, Charles, can you read lips?" "I don't know, you're so stupid, I just said that drunk at a party." "You're an idiot drunk monkey." "You've become a sane know-it-all bastard since you've been my teammate." "Lando!!!!" "And again?" I was caressing Lando's hair while I didn't even notice that Charles was pointing out that I'm an idiot again, so instead I'm dealing with my best friend in the world. "Yes, my two exes, with whom I dated at the end of 2019 and until the middle of 2020, are getting married!!!!!" There he was writhing and almost hysterical, and the newborn Leah came out of her again. ,,No problem and how are you again Leah? You promised you're done fucking with this forever Lando, you're not Leah Norris, you're Lando Norris.” "Leave me alone Carlos!!!!! I'm tired of everyone looking down on me because of my pregnancy and thinking that only girls can be pregnant, you know what, anyone can say anything." I held my face, I couldn't believe what he was saying, this is going to be the top of a scandal, now I'll try to form a good union with him. "What if..." "I say I can't do it, but if the nest piles up on me, I'll need the worms." "That way you don't need a little union!!!" I slapped him, he knows I'm right, he's just too stubborn to see it now.

#fanfic #lando norris #gay #f1 #osc #loki #f1 fanfic #biseuxal #lgbtq #pregnant #pregnancy #transgender #intersex #gay couple #cutie pie #max verstappen #sergio perez #mclaren #carlando #suzuka gp 2024 #scandal #gayboy #conrad fisher #exboyfriend #so hot and sexy

[hornyramostan]

I wanted to add a lil bit of drama in this ask🤣 The reader going to the Champions league final for his beloved Liverpool since she was a hard Red fan and for her bf Sergio, everything was ok until Sergio did the infamous injury to Salah, her favorite player of the team. OMG Sergio was in BIG trouble coming home 💀

Why?; Sergio Ramos

May 28. Champions League final. These matches were always intense, because, In almost all of them, your boyfriend was on the field. But this, this was a different match. Your team, Liverpool, and your boyfriend's team, Real Madrid, were going to play a match that would define the Champions League winner this year.

Your boyfriend knew that you supported Liverpool, and that your favourite player was Salah. He knew it.

You obviously didn't expect that he would loose in aim for liverpool to win and you to be happy, but you didn't think he was going to do what he did either.

The first minutes of the match were fine. It was very competitive but it was something to expect, after all it was an UCL final. But at minute 25, your boyfriend runned to stop Salah, that it is worth clarifying, he was unstoppable. He grabbed it by the shoulder and you could see by the face the screen was showing, that Salah felt something was wrong. He injured your favourite player.

Of course Mohammed had to get out of the pitch, with tears on his face. You could only hear the whistles and insults that were obviously directed at Sergio. You thought about participating in them but you only decided to withdraw from the stands and enter the box.

The match endend. Real Madrid won. You were furious. You knew that it he didn't break him, Liverpool would won the match. He was scared of him. And now, he would be scared of you. Because he knew how much you loved the team and Moh.

You went to the house the both of you shared and decided to take a bath in order to reassure you. But you where feeling exactly the same. Furious. You turned on the TV just to see the RM team celebrating and yours crying. You checked your phone and you got ten missed calls from Sergio, that of course, you wouldn't respond. You were tired so you decided to go to bed and wait for him to get back home.

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Hours passed when you felt the bed sinking, then you knew it was him. You turned around to face him. He approached you to kiss you but all he received was a slap "What?" god his face was so funny, you wanted to laugh but it was going to ruin the seriousness of the moment. "how could you Sergio? how could you break Salah knowing he is my favourite player? how?" you told him, sitting up on the bed. "my love, I swear it wasn't on purpose, but you have to understand me, we're playing a UCL final, I can't go and ask for permission to foul" "yes but it wasn't necessary, you were afraid of him, you knew he was unstoppable" "what?" "admit it Sergio" "admit what y/n" it was getting serious. The tone of voice of both had increased. "Admit that you were afraid of him, of how good he is in the field, on how he could do things that you don't" you were screaming "sorry? now I'M the bad guy? y/n you clearly don't know how a champions league final has to be played" He said getting out of bed to go to the kitchen "Believe me, Sergio Ramos, I know how to play a Champions League final, because I was with you in all the ones you played, I didn't miss a single one, and I never stopped encouraging you, you knew who my favorite player was and I'm not saying that you had to let Liverpool win, no, I wanted you not to leave him without playing a final and maybe the World Cup, I don't know if I asked for a lot, I see that I did" "y/n listen I didn't..." "shut up Sergio" you cutted him off "I don't want to hear about your excuses, I just want to get some sleep and pray for Salah to be better"

The next morning the two of you talked about that in a more disciplined way, and you both led to the conclusion that the best (and the only) thing to do was that your bf sended Salah a text apologizing, and then publishing a video to all the world to see that he was regretful. You obviously knew he didn't, but it was enough for you that Salah and the world recieve the message.

#sergio ramos one shot #football imagine #football #sergio ramos #footballer fanfiction #sergio ramos imagine #fútbol #real madrid #psg #salah #mohamed salah #liverpool fc #liverpool #ucl final #2018 #sergio ramos x reader #sergio ramos x female reader #mo salah #salah imagine #female reader

[findingnemosworld]

𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @sunnysideup478

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐲/𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 , 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟����𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

The limousine finally arrives to the location of the movie premiere of her latest film, a romantic comedy alongside her co-star Glen Powell - she'd brought her boyfriend of three years, Sergio Ramos as her plus one, Sergio wasn't very happy with the contents of the film, sure he supported her work, and was more than thrilled to see her thrive in what she loved to do; the only thing he disliked was how her co-stars would flirt with her and seeing as she was paired with Glen who's recently single, he can only hope that he doesn't try to do anything that'll set him off.

Y/N takes a few deep breaths, then turns to Sergio; frowning when she saw his expression, " What's wrong? " she asks.

" Nothing " He shakes his head with a smile, " Come on, you have a movie to promote "

The couple were ushered out to the red carpet, being met with a heap of excited fans that cheered for them; Y/N was lead to sign a few photographs and take selfies with the fans while Sergio stood behind with a proud smile, admiring the hard work that she had done which culminated to this moment, she then turns to Sergio and takes his hand to walk across the red carpet to get their pictures taken.

The flashes were slightly bright, Sergio wraps his arm around her waist then presses a soft kiss to her cheek and whispers. " Relax " before smiling back to the camera.

She smiles as well, and then they were ushered to move close to where Glen stood as the actor approached Y/N to greet her which did not sit well with Sergio who kept his composure, " Hi, I've heard so much about you " Glen said and extends his hands which Sergio reluctantly shakes with a fake smile, " Same here "

" Glen isn't very knowledgable when it comes to football but I managed to convince him to watch your matches " Y/N said in an attempt to diffuse the clear tension.

" It was hard to refuse anything my gorgeous co-star says " Glen chuckles.

" She knows how to convince anyone to do anything " Sergio said through a fake a smile.

" Come on, you two ... let's head inside " Y/N said, silently praying that nothing else happens.

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If Sergio hated the concept of sex scenes in movies, he definitely hated them when the person on the screen was his girlfriend along with her co-star who couldn't stop himself from throwing flirtatious remarks every now and then - He knew Y/N was pleased with the other aspects of film, and had occasionally squeezed his hand when the sex scenes had appeared in order to calm him down.

They were then invited to the afterparty, hosted in the hotel they were staying at, " What do you think? " she asks him.

" It was amazing " He smiles and presses a kiss to her forehead, " It was a bit uncomfortable seeing you acting out a sex scene but I don't feel shaken up "

" Why? " She asks with a confused smile.

He tugs her closer to him, " Because " he said with a deep voice, leaning close to whisper in her ear. " Not one single man can fuck you the way I can and to prove it to you " he chuckles and tugs her hand to leave the after party to head up to her hotel room.

Once they got inside the room, he pulls her in for a passionate kiss before carefully helping her out of the gown; leaving her in the white lingerie set. A deep groan erupts from his mouth, " I'm the luckiest man in the world " he whispers, hastily removing the undergarments from her body before laying her onto the bed, he undresses himself and kneels down in front of her to spread her legs, allowing to rest over his shoulders while his tongue instantly darts over her aroused pussy eliciting a loud, borderline euphoric moan.

" Fuck Sergio " She cried, her hands gripping the bedsheets, tight enough that her knuckles turned white.

He smiles and continues to move his tongue rapidly, deciding to further stimulate her by using his thumb to rub her clit, which in turn had her in a fit of moans and whimpers, " Oh my god, right there ... Yes! "

He nuzzles his nose further, while darting his tongue deep inside her walls, his thumb rubs her clit harder; her moans and whimpers spurred him on and caused him to groan, the vibrations were enough to send her into her first orgasm, exploding all over his face all the while he continued to devour her like a starved man, her voice grew louder and louder, " Fuck, yes ... yes, right there, Oh fuck! right there " tears of pleasure stained her cheeks.

A few seconds in, he crawls up with a smile on his lips; his chin glistening with her arousal. " Remember who can make you scream like this " he murmurs, slamming his lips over hers. " Taste yourself " he cooed, rubbing his cock over her inner thigh, " You feel that baby "

" Yeah " She whimpers, wrapping her arms around his neck. " Fuck me, please ... please " she pleads with a small voice.

" Such a good girl " He cooed with a soft smile, nibbling on her jaw while his hand stroked his cock a few times before teasing her with his tip. " You want my cock huh? you want this cock? "

" Yes ... " She moans loudly, " yes, please " she cries.

" Good girl, I'm going to make sure everyone knows who makes you feel this good " He thrusts himself deep inside of her, gasping at how quick she clenched around his cock. " Fuck baby, you're squeezing my cock " he moans.

" Sergio " She cries before adding with a small voice, " Move please! "

He starts with a leisure pace, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing entirely inside of her, coupled with the way her face contorts with pleasure each time he thrusts inside of her, suddenly his hand crawls up to wrap around her neck, applying gentle pressure on her throat. " You're mine, ok! you're all mine "

She moans, " Yes, yes ... "

His hands slide down to caress her breasts, " Shout it out baby " he began to thrust in a rapid motion, " Who's making you feel this good? tell me, Who is fucking you this good? "

" You " She cried loudly.

" Say my name, say it " He groans.

" Sergio " She moans, " Fuck, fuck ... I'm close, I'm going to cum "

" Come on baby, make a mess ... cum for me " He groans, biting on her shoulder.

" I'm cumming ... I'm cumming " She moaned, " Fuck! "

He cock twitches inside of her before he spilled entirely inside of her. " That's it baby, that's it ... such a good girl, you made a mess all over my cock " He pulls out of her and hoists her up to place her down before sitting at the edge of the bed, " Come on baby, clean up your mess "

She wraps her hand around his cock and immediately wraps her lips around the tip, slowly pushing as much of his cock deep down her throat as she can while stroking the rest.

He leans his head back and groans loudly, " Yes, such a good girl for me Y/N, suck on it like the good girl you are ... " he strokes her hair before wrapping his hand around it, thrusting forward and smiling at the sight of her makeup becoming smudged, " Good girl, keep sucking ... " he grunts, " Fuck, right there, I'm close "

His cock twitches once again, spilling deep inside of her throat before he pulls out and says, " I think that this will show him not to flirt with my girl " he said.

Y/N rolls her eyes and groans, " Seriously "

" Yes, seriously " He hoists her up and kisses her lips gently. " That cabrón must have heard how good you felt, and it will teach him a good lesson "

" You are crazy " She laughs.

" Crazy for you " He chuckles, kissing her once again. " No one touches or flirts with my girl "

She smiles, " I love you "

He smiles back. " I love you too "

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos fanfiction #sergio ramos smut #sergio ramos x reader

[gunkreads]

(back to our regularly scheduled programming)

So I know I said I was about to read Leviathan Falls, but I had to put a hold on it at the library, so I grabbed Ten Arrows of Iron in the meantime.

Ten Arrows of Iron is the second book in the Grave of Empires trilogy by Sam Sykes. I read the first book, Seven Blades in Black, nearly a year ago now. It was... well, if you wanna read my review, you can search its title on my blog. Ten Arrows of Iron is preeeeetty much the same deal.

Before, I compared this story to Kings of the Wyld by Nicholas Eames (one of my all-time favorites) by saying Seven Blades in Black had all the same things right with it as Kings, but more things wrong with it.

The world of this series is pretty compelling, with Sal, the protagonist, on a revenge quest the no-man's-land of a war between the militaries of the Empire (made of mages with a comically hackneyed array of powers) and the Revolution (Basically the Imperium of Man from Warhammer 40k). There's some wacky interdemensional shit going on in the way background, but the foreground stuff is basically "Sal has a haunted gun and a list of people to kill. She is mean, bad, funny, and in extraordinary pain with even more extraordinarily bad coping mechanisms."

These books, the Grave of Empires trilogy, are an exercise in non-restraint. Sykes lives and dies by the idea that every single line he writes should be fucking killer. He makes liberal use of paragraph breaks, italics, choppy sentences, and all-caps dialogue to this end (kind of like I do in these reviews!). You might be able to tell this just from that description, but these books can get BEYOND exhausting to read. Blah blah, "when every line is a showstopper, none of them are," blah blah.

However! If you let yourself melt into the narration, you can see it as both 1: characterizing the narrator (diegetic narration; Sal is telling another character her story) and 2: a thousand attempts at greatness with about a hundred successes. Sykes takes that 10% success rate and says "Fuck it! Good enough!" assuming that you'll also feel that way. As I believe the old crusties on this site say, "YMMV" (Your Mileage May Vary, for those of you who also didn't know what that meant).

Personally, I read these books in the same way I watch action comedy movies. They aren't high art. Are they constructed well? Yes. Are they changing my life? No, not at all.

Do I have a good time reading them? You fuckin betcha! They're oozing style in a way I don't see often. I've seen somewhere that Sykes created his setting inspired by old-school JRPGs; to this I say nay, this is Wacky West. Y'know how Sergio Leone basically said "Here's what a cowboy looks like!" and all of America went "Yeah we're cool with this, it's awesome!" Sam Sykes agreed with all of America on this and made Sal his Clint Eastwood. She's a cowboy through and through, in all the most ridiculous ways mythologized by classic American filmmakers.

Or... at least, she was in the first book. The second book cranks up the melodrama quite a lot. It's actually a very pleasant transition, with Sal having plenty of reason to become more emo and the difference coming out fairly smoothly. She's really questioning herself more in this book, which is saying something, but her narration does show wild swings in her belief that she's a bad person that are actually super interesting to read, but... possibly too deeply buried for some peoples' tastes. It's not that Sykes actually buries anything--he's about as subtle as, well, a zeppelin falling out of the sky--but because he's so blindingly hamfisted most of the time, any character or plot beat that's done normally feels like a little secret just for you.

I can't say I'd recommend these books outright, but I will say that if you're in for a couple 600+ page brain candy fantasy action comedies, these are pretty fuckin' stellar.

#ten arrows of iron #grave of empires #seven blades in black

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ

There's nothing better than a few glasses of wine and being around your best friends when it comes to curing a broken heart. Antonella and Georgina were at Mia's apartment, helping her pack her bags for her upcoming trip to Monaco tomorrow. One thing that both Georgina and Antonella couldn't miss was how quiet yet very heavy-handed she was with her wine pours all evening.

"I see you haven't taken it down," Georgina said from the end of the couch.

Mia shrugged, taking a sip of her wine. "I thought about it, and I want to start over." Mia sighed. "When I was with Mason, he controlled every aspect of my life except work. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to put myself out there more—with boundaries, of course."

Antonella nodded in agreement, saying, "You deserve to be happy, Mia." Mia returned a small, grateful smile.

Georgina smiled, lifting her wine glass for a toast, and said, "To boundaries." With that, the three friends clinked their glasses together and toasted.

Mia felt a sense of relief wash over her as she made the decision to start fresh. It was scary, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She had spent so long living in fear of Mason's reactions and expectations that she had forgotten what it was like to make her own choices. "Plus, it would make my mom happy." Mia adds, "I just don't know where to start."

"I know who else it would make happy." Antonella teased with a sly grin, causing Mia to blush.

"A familiar Brazilian heartthrob." Georgina grinned, nudging Mia's shoulder. But the atmosphere quickly soured once Anto and Gigi noticed how Mia's face fell at the insinuations of Neymar. "Ok, seriously, Mia, what the fuck is going on?" Georgina huffed as she leaned in towards Mia, her frustration growing with each passing moment. Georgina knew something was off with Mia when she greeted her at the door. Her energy was just off, and Georgina didn't want to make things worse by pushing the topic too much, but the fact that Mia was no longer a blushing mess when her husband's name was brought up was confusing.

Mia picked up the wine bottle from the ground and poured herself another glass. "We had a fight last night." She tells them, taking a sip of the red liquid while trying to compose herself.

"I told you he'd go crazy about you going to see Charles," Georgina said.

"Actually, I still haven't told him about that."

"Mia, you're literally packing, and he still doesn't know?" she asked, her gaze fixed on Mia's face.

"Fuck that she's single; he knows the drill." Georgina rolled her eyes. "It's not like she's cheating on him, Anto."

Antonella raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you two possibly fight about?" Anto asked, curious.

Mia hesitated before admitting, "I brought up the annulment and that getting married was a drunken mistake." Mia sighed. "That's how it started anyway."

-

"A drunken mistake?!" Lionel exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"She clearly hasn't seen the footage," Sergio replied with a smirk. Lionel shook his head, watching as Sergio aimed and sank a difficult shot into the corner pocket.

Neymar sighed heavily and took a long sip of his drink. "She's right, though we both got out of serious relationships that fucked us mentally," he admitted to his friends. "Maybe pushing this is the wrong call." Sergio and Lionel exchanged concerned glances, silently urging Neymar to continue.

"Please." Lionel scoffed, not believing him for a minute; he knew how much he loved Mia. If anything, Lionel knew that Mia calling it a drunken mistake would crush Neymar, but he knew it was a lie. It was clear that the two of them were hopelessly in love with each other, but they were too stubborn to admit it.

"What else happened?" asked Sergio, sensing there was more to Neymar's confession.

Neymar took a deep breath before continuing, his eyes flickering between his two friends. "That was it, really."

Sergio laughed, patting him on the shoulder, saying, "You're a bad fucking liar."

Neymar couldn't help but smile, knowing that his friends knew him too well. "Okay, fine," he admitted. "She told me that she loved me." Both Lio and Sergio's eyes widened at Neymar's revelation. They had suspected the truth all along, but hearing it confirmed still came as a surprise. "I knew it!" exclaimed Lionel, grinning from ear to ear. Sergio simply shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So what did you say?" Sergio prodded. 

-

"He fucking friend-zoned you!" Her friends exclaimed in disbelief,

"He said that he only loved me as a friend." Mia said sadly, "Nothing more, nothing less," trying to hold back tears. "I guess I just misread his signals."

Antonella couldn't believe that Neymar, of all people, had the nerve to friend-zone Mia, especially with everything Lionel has been telling her. Both she and her husband, Lionel, were certain about how their friends felt about each other, so this wasn't making any sense. Neymar practically begged her to do everything in her power to delay the annulment between him and Mia, all for what for him just to break her fucking heart.

"He's obviously lying, Mia," Antonella said, holding her best friend's hand in comfort while Georgina wrapped her arm around Mia's shoulder. Mia let out a heavy sigh and rested her head on Gigi's shoulder, feeling the weight of all the emotions she had been carrying. She couldn't believe how blind she had been, not realizing Neymar's true intentions all this time.

"I doubt it; I guess your speech about how he lit up whenever he saw me was just bullshit," Mia said bitterly, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't believe I fell for it. I thought he was different, but he's just like all the other guys who only want to play games with my heart." Antonella and Georgina exchanged a sympathetic look, knowing that there was nothing they could say to ease their friend's pain.

"Everyone sees how he acts around you, Mia; it wasn't bullshit," Antonella spoke up, trying to reassure her friend. "But maybe he's just not ready for a serious relationship right now. It doesn't mean he doesn't care about you."

Georgina nodded in agreement, adding, "And if he's not willing to give you the respect and commitment you deserve, then he's not worth your time."

"I think I loved him before I even knew what that feeling meant." Mia's voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.

Antonella and Georgina exchanged a sympathetic glance, both understanding the pain of unrequited love all too well. "I'm going to murder him."

-

Neymar's smile faded slightly as he thought back to the moment. "I didn't say anything," he admitted. "I just kissed her." The three friends shared a knowing look, understanding the weight of that action. It was clear that Neymar was in deep with this girl, and they were all happy for him. Neymar shrugged. "I didn't say anything back. I was too shocked."

"Bro, you friend-zoned her?" Sergio asked in disbelief. "After all that, you didn't say anything?" Neymar shook his head, still processing what had happened.

"When a woman says that you love her as a friend, it's actually her asking you if you love her more than that. That was your moment to come clean, not friend zone her, Neymar." Lionel stressed,

"I just didn't expect it," he said with a sigh. His friends exchanged puzzled glances, wondering how he could be so clueless about his own feelings. "I froze. I fucking froze and didn't say anything, and since then she's been distant."

"Well, no shit you friendzoned her." Lionel scoffed, "You missed your chance, to be honest with her, and now you have to deal with the consequences. If you really care about her, you need to talk to her and make things right. Otherwise, you might lose her forever."

"I know," he sighed deeply, "All that was on my mind was everything on her plate." Neymar confessed, "She's got her mom, her business, and that crazy fucking ex to worry about. The last thing I wanted to do was push too hard and ruin everything. So I froze."

Lionel nodded understandingly, saying, "I get it, but sometimes not saying anything can be just as damaging. You don't want her to feel like you're not interested or that you're not willing to support her through everything."

Neymar ran a hand over his bearded jaw, deep in his thoughts. He knew Lionel was right, but the fear of causing any harm was paralyzing him. He had to find a way to communicate his feelings without overwhelming her. "I know, man. I need to be sure, I guess."

"Bro, she's your wife. How sure do you need it to be." Sergio chuckled, "You act all flirty and touchy like a schoolboy when you're around her, and she gives you the chance to make her your for real wife, and you fuck it up."

Neymar rolled his eyes. "It's not that simple, Sergio. I have a lot on my plate right now with my career and everything." "

I get that," Sergio replied, "but don't let your fear of commitment ruin something good. You love her, man. Don't let her slip away." 

-

"I say keep fuck him. Go to Monaco with an open mind and heart, and get to know Charles." Georgina said encouragingly.

Mia sniffed, drinking more of her wine. "I don't know, Georgina. I feel like I've been burned so many times that I'm not sure if I have anything left to give." Mia replied, her voice laced with hesitation. "Especially what Kaylin told me after the game."

"Mia, that fucker has it out for Neymar; you literally can't let him be a verified source," Antonella said, joining in the conversation. This was news to her; Mia had not once mentioned ever having a conversation with Kaylin after the game.

"So Neymar constantly cheating on his ex isn't true?" Mia scoffed. At this point, she'd hate to say it, but Neymar's so-called sworn enemy was the only one whoes words were actually the truth. "Or him being overly flirty with brunettes was that a lie too?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "I just don't know who or what to believe anymore. It's exhausting."

"If anything, that bitch was the cheater, not him," Antonella said bitterly at the thought of his ex Bruna. "She was always the one flirting with other guys behind his back. Neymar just got caught up in the drama because he's famous."

Georgina nodded in agreement, saying, "It's hard to know what's true and what's not when it comes to celebrities, but that bitch was always the problem, trust us."

"All he's done is flirt with me, call me his wife, and stir up my feelings, making me think that maybe being his wife wouldn't be such a bad thing," Mia mumbled sadly.

"Which it wouldn't, plus you two would have the cutest babies," Georgina said, trying to lighten the mood.

Mia's eyes widened at Georgina's comment, but she couldn't help but smile at the thought of having children with him. However, she knew deep down that it was just a fantasy and that he would never truly love her. "You can forget about it because, as his friend, I'm going to make sure that this marriage gets annulled so I can marry someone who actually fucking loves me." 

-

 After Neymar broke the news to his friends, their interest in hanging out and playing pool went out the window. Both Sergio and Lionel had one job, and that was knocking some sense into their best friend. "I'm going to give her the space she needs," Neymar said, taking a drink of his beer. He didn't know what else to do. He already fucked up by not admitting how he felt about Mia at that moment. I guess he felt that maybe if he gave her the space that she was taking, he'd be able to go back in and fix everything.

"You already know Anto, especially Gigi, is telling her something different right now," Sergio commented from his end of the couch. Neymar sighed, knowing that his friends were probably right. But he couldn't help but hope that Mia would eventually come back to him. He took another sip of his beer, lost in thought.

Suddenly, Neymar's phone rang. He scrambled to pick it up, hoping it was Mia on the other end. To his disappointment, it was just his friend Lewis. "Ei Lewis, e aí, cara, você está no viva-voz."

"Quem está com você?" Lewis asked. Neymar glanced over at his friends on the couch and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Sergio and Gabriel are here with me," he said, wondering why Lewis was asking.

"Bro, I thought you said Mia was your girl," Lewis asked him, causing Neymar to feel a pang of guilt.

He took a swig of his beer before responding. "She is, but we're not exclusive or anything yet. It's a work in progress." Lio and Sergio rolled their eyes knowingly as they listened in on Neymar's conversation with Lewis. Too bad he was too pussy to tell her how he really felt about her to her face. They all knew that Mia was more than a "work in progress" when it came to Neymar.

"I know you told me that, and as your boy, I backed off out of respect," Lewis replied.

"Yeah, and I appreciate it that no one knew who she was to me," Neymar said, grateful for Lewis's discretion. "But I think it's time to take things to the next level with her. I just need to figure out how to do it without messing things up."

"You better get to it because I heard from Russell, who told me he heard from fucking Verstappen, who heard from Pierre that Leclerc invited her to Monaco to watch him race," Lewis explained, his tone serious.

"Monaco? That's a big move," Sergio said, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like you're not the only one interested in her."

"Who are any of those people?" Lionel scoffed, clearly not understanding the references.

"Formula One drivers, Lio, keep up man," Lewis replied, "and Leclerc is one of the best. If he's inviting her to Monaco, it means he's really interested in her."

"How do you know any of this is even true?" Neymar asked, standing from his seat and pacing around the room. "Maybe it's just a rumor." Neymar tried to reason with his friends, questioning its validity, but his nervous pacing around the room suggested that he was secretly hoping it wasn't true. "I wish it was just a rumor," Lewis said, his voice heavy. "He slid into her DM on IG after meeting her in Paris. Called her the other day, FaceTimed all of that, and invited her."

The room fell silent as everyone processed the news. It was clear that Neymar was deeply hurt by the situation. "Ha! He's lying; Mia doesn't even have an Instagram." Lionel spoke up, casting doubt on the validity of the evidence. "Are you sure it was really Mia?" Neymar asked.

"Bro, I saw the messages—don't ask how I got them; I have my ways—she left him on read on IG, but the text is where they were confirming everything for Monaco for this weekend." Lewis remained adamant.

Both Sergio and Lionel wasted no time in needing to see for themselves if one of their most private friends had finally joined the social media world. They quickly pulled out their phones and searched for Mia's Instagram account, but to no avail. They found it. "This reeks of Georgina," Lionel grumbled, looking at the selection of photos on Mia's account. "She's been trying to get Mia to join social media for months now." Sergio nodded in agreement.

Mia was a beautiful woman; they all knew that, but the fact that she was finally posting made Neymar nervous. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of attention she would attract and if she was prepared for the inevitable barrage of messages and comments. Despite his concerns, he couldn't deny that he was curious to see what kind of content Mia would share with the world. So while keeping Lewis on speaker, he hopped on Instagram to find her page.

He scrolled through her feed, admiring the carefully curated photos of her travels and friends. It was a side of Mia that he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of all the experiences she had without him. Would she post photos of her and that fucker Charles before him?

"Why is she not following me?" Lionel scoffed in disbelief, saying, "This is definitely fucking Georgina's work."

"All I'm saying is that you might think she's your girl, but she's single until you claim her publicly," Lewis said from the speaker of Neymar's phone, causing him to sigh, realizing that Lewis had a point. Neymar couldn't keep assuming that Mia was his without making a public declaration. Hell, she wanted him to admit it to her the other day, and he fucking choked. "Thanks for letting me know, man," he said before hanging up the phone.

"Still think not being honest was the best thing?" Sergio asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Neymar's expression. Neymar shook his head, feeling a sense of regret wash over him. He knew he had to make things right with Mia and publicly claim her as his girlfriend-wife, or whatever before someone else did.

"I guess I'm going to Monaco," Neymar smirked.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

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#lucy hale #neymar #fated love #neymar psg #neymar fanfic #neymarxreader #neymar jr fanfiction #football imagines #neymar jr #fanfic

[notanotherockstar]

Juri vips got away with worse huh? Red bull dropped him immediately. Shit driver gets the best punishment. You shouldn’t be racist ableist in any community.

of course ableism shouldn’t be tolerated in any form and bianca was definitely wrong for liking ableist tweets and then issuing a non-apology because she got caught

that being said; a) juri vips was definitely not dropped by rbr immediately and christian horner said in an interview that they would continue to support him,

and, b) i was not talking about juri vips — max verstappen, the face of formula one, used xenophobic and ableist language on his radio and when he received backlash for it also gave a non-apology (one of his many controversies)

charles leclerc, one of the most popular drivers on the grid, said that blm was a violent movement when asked why he wasn’t kneeling alongside others

carlos sainz made racist comments towards chinese people, is a trophy hunter and also a right wing nut

daniel ricciardo said the n-word and has yet to apologise for it and has displayed misogynistic behaviour on numerous occasions

pierre gasly is a borderline pedophile who made a post talking about how it was ‘great to have grid girls back’

lando norris defended juri vips and said that r*pists should be allowed back to races

fernando alonso said that lewis brought racism onto himself

lewis hamilton, even though he’s my favourite driver, has a history of hanging out with abusers and is currently making a movie with brad pitt

sergio perez said that women should go back to the kitchen (about susie wolff mind you) and is also kinda nonce-y

kevin magnussen also made shady comments about the blm movement and nico hulkenberg has repeatedly made degrading comments towards women

lance stroll just recently shoved his trainer and then behaved very childishly towards a sky sports reporter — he faced zero consequences for this because his father is a highly influential person in the sport

again, i’m not going to defend bianca’s ableism but i just think it’s hypocritical for the f1 communities on social media to get so offended over this whilst actively stanning the drivers mentioned above

#f1