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lecsainz · 10 months

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SUNSET

pairings: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader

request: Hello bae! I absolutely adore your writing, could you maybe write something about charles being turned on by your sundress and maybe it leads to smut? Thank you!!🩷

authors note: [ something cool again ]

warnings: (+18) smut, minors dni!

☆. . . masterlist !

Y/N loved summers, especially when her boyfriend was on a break from Formula 1. It was one of the rare times in the year when they spent 24/7 together for weeks. She cherished those moments.

Charles had asked Y/N to get ready because he wanted to show her a new place in Monaco, one he had discovered while running with Andrea. Y/N walked into the living room, where Charles was standing, his concentration solely focused on his iPhone with the cracked back.

"Don't you think it's time to replace that phone?" she asked playfully.

"Oh my God!" Charles muttered under his breath, his attention suddenly torn away from his phone as he saw Y/N in a summer dress that hugged every curve of her body.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips. She took a spin, showing off the dress to him.

Continues with Charles being flustered by her appearance, but Y/N's tone was light-hearted and teasing. She knew exactly how to play him.

"Maybe a little too much," Charles replied, his voice slightly strained as he tore his gaze away from her. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "You look incredible."

Y/N chuckled, enjoying the effect she had on him. "Well, if you can manage to tear your eyes away from your phone for a few minutes, maybe I can show you the dress properly."

Charles finally looked up, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Right, sorry. You just... caught me off guard."

Y/N walked over to him, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his jaw. "You know, I've missed having you all to myself like this."

He nodded, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. "Me too. It's been way too long."

Without thinking, Charles pulled her into his lap, his arms encircling her waist. Y/N laughed, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"We should probably get going," she said, her voice a mix of reluctance and amusement.

Charles rested his forehead against hers, his warm breath fanning over her lips. "You're right, we should," he agreed, his tone a little too casual.

Y/N chuckled, realizing where he was heading. "Don't even think about it, Leclerc. We have plans, remember?"

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he grinned. Instead of getting up, he gently shifted her weight, lowering her onto the couch and hovering above her.

"Plans can wait," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss.

She tried to suppress a laugh, her hands resting against his chest. "Charles, we can't just stay here all day."

He nuzzled her neck, his lips pressing soft kisses along her skin. "Who said anything about all day? Maybe just until sunset."

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her resistance fading as he continued to trail kisses across her collarbone. "You're impossible."

Charles looked up, his eyes locking onto hers with a playful spark. "But you love me."

She rolled her eyes, though her smile was undeniable. "Fine, we can stay here for a little while."

"Good," he murmured, his lips finding hers again, this time with more urgency.

As they continued to kiss, the world outside their apartment seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the sound of their breaths mingling in the air.

Charles's hands moved along the curves of her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their kisses deepened, a silent understanding passing between them.

The soft cushions of the sofa seemed to mold around them, offering both comfort and support as their bodies pressed closer together. His fingers traced the edges of her sundress, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Breaking the kiss, Charles's lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing a path of heated kisses along her collarbone. Y/N's breath hitched, her nails lightly grazing his back as a quiet moan escaped her lips.

"Charles," she whispered, her voice a mixture of need and desire. His name on her lips only fueled his hunger, and he responded by deepening his kisses, his lips now exploring the contours of her chest.

As their passions grew, Charles's urgency became more apparent. His fingers deftly worked at the fabric of her sundress, a silent plea for permission in his eyes. Y/N met his gaze, her own desire mirrored in her eyes. With a nod, she gave him the consent he sought.

The fabric of her dress yielded to his touch, the sound of tearing fabric mingling with their heavy breaths. Charles's lips moved lower, his kisses leaving a trail of fire along her skin. Each touch, each caress, sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

Their bodies shifted, and Charles positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued his exploration. His fingers traced maddening patterns along her inner thighs, making her gasp with anticipation.

"Oh lord," she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair. Her body arched against his touch, aching for more.

He responded by pressing a searing kiss against her most sensitive spot, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her lips. Charles's movements were skilled, his touch driving her closer to the edge.

Y/N's fingers tightened in his hair, her moans growing louder as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Charles's name was a mantra on her lips, a prayer and a plea all at once.

And as they reached the pinnacle of their desire, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of pleasure and need. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them entangled in a moment of pure intimacy.

Afterward, as they lay entwined on the sofa, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Charles pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest as they basked in the aftermath of their intense encounter.

Charles pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against Y/N's. "See? Sunset," he whispered, a triumphant grin on his lips.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

He shrugged, his gaze tender as he looked at her. "I just know what I want, and right now, it's you."

Y/N chuckled softly, nuzzling against him. "You certainly have a way with persuasion."

He grinned, his arms wrapped around her. "Well, I believe actions speak louder than words."

With a contented sigh, Y/N nodded, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "I can't argue with that."

With a contented smile, Y/N let herself be pulled into another kiss, the world outside their apartment fading away as they enjoyed the simple pleasure of being together.

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adriennebarnes · 1 month

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Meet The Family

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles decided it was a good idea to meet Y/N’s parents before his next Grand Prix, and it turned into meeting the entire extended family.

Warning: bad writing, spelling and grammatical errors, Spanish

A/N: this is the first time we have an established relationship between Charles and Y/N, yay! Their meet cute is inspired by how Billy and Camila met in the show Daisy Jones and The Six

Y/N met Charles at the supermarket in Monaco. Charles was in the produce aisle when someone came behind him.

“Hi, excuse me, can you…?” Y/N started and Charles turned around.

“Sign something for you? Um, I don’t have a pen, do you have one?” Charles asked.

“Uh, I was going to ask if you could move over so I could get some spinach. Or if you could grab the spinach for me, either way, I just need spinach.” Y/N said. Charles felt embarrassed and handed Y/N the spinach. “Thank you.”

“Sorry, but you don’t know who I am?” Charles asked.

“Should I? I’m not from here.” Y/N said.

“I could tell by the American accent. I’m Charles Leclerc.” Charles put his hand out and Y/N shook it.

“Y/N L/N. So tell me, Charles Leclerc, why should I be asking for you to sign something?” Y/N asked teasingly.

“Sorry about that, I swear I am not conceited, it’s just a lot of people in Monaco know me for what I do and I’m always approached with things to sign.” Charles said.

“Okay, and what do you do?” Y/N asked.

“I’m a formula 1 Scuderia Ferrari race car driver.” Charles said. Him and Y/N started walking around the supermarket together, not wanting to block anyone.

“Ooh wow, a race car driver, that’s pretty big. I’m not really into sports in that way. I could bump into a New York Yankee back home and not even know it.” Y/N said and Charles chuckled. “So tell me why are you here at the supermarket? I assume you would have a private chef that takes care of all the cooking and grocery shopping.” Y/N said.

“You would think that, but I mainly have to cook for myself. I am on a strict diet so I have to buy whatever Andrea tells me I should buy.” Charles commented.

“Who’s Andrea?” Y/N asked.

“My personal trainer.” Charles said.

“Makes sense, you are a high performance athlete after all. I gotta continue my shopping, but it was nice meeting you.” Y/N was going to walk away when Charles held on to her wrist gently.

“Before you leave, how about you give me your number. I could invite you to a race and make a formula 1 fan out of you.” Charles suggested.

“Wow, has that line ever worked?” Y/N asked.

“You tell me, this is the first time I’m using it.” Charles said. Y/N smiled, very flattered that the good looking monegasque wants her number.

“It’s working, i think it’s because of your eyes, maybe a little because of your dimples, but mainly that accent.” Y/N says, Charles gives Y/N his phones and she added her number.

“Remember that you’re the one with the accent in Monaco.” Charles said. Y/N gave him his phone back and Charles checked the contact information. “Let me take a photo of you for your contact.” Charles said, Y/N nodded and pose for the photo. “Beautiful, I’ll text you later.” Charles said and Y/N waved goodbye before heading to a different part of the supermarket to get what she needed.

Now it’s 6 months later, Y/N is definitely a Formula 1 fan, always rooting for Ferrari, but she’s also rooting for Checo and McLaren. Y/N was in her apartment cooking when she heard the door open and it was Charles with his luggage.

“Muñeco, did you come here from the airport? I thought you were going to come back tomorrow.” Y/N said, approaching him to kiss his cheek and help him inside.

“I was, but I have a surprise for you. You know how you said you’ve been missing your parents?” Charles asked.

“And New York in general, but continue,” Y/N said.

“Well i have arranged for us to go to New York and I can meet your parents.” Charles said and Y/N stayed silent. “You don’t like the surprise, chéri?” Charles asked sadly.

“No no no, it’s not that, it’s just…I never told my parents I had a boyfriend.” Y/N admitted as she walked back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

“What? They don’t know about us?” Charles asked. “How do they not know about us?”

“Well they don’t follow me on social media, obviously, and I don’t really call them often because if the time difference.” Y/N said, stirring the pot of pasta.

“Are you sure you miss your parents?” Charles teased and Y/N hit his shoulder playfully.

“I do, i miss my mom’s cooking, you have no idea how much I miss my mom’s lomo saltado. It sucks that your strict diet doesn’t allow you to eat some of the more delicious meals from my culture.” Y/N said,

“You and food. You think you can call them today and tell them about me?” Charles asked.

“Once it hits like 4pm over there, I’ll call. My parents should be home by 3 but I want them to chill a little before I bombard them with a monegasque boyfriend.” Y/N said.

“Would it be a FaceTime call or a regular phone call? Should I be with you when you tell them? I am so nervous.” Charles admitted.

“You’ve had other girlfriends before.” Y/N said.

“Yes, but I already knew their parents one way or another, do you know how small Monaco is?” Charles asked.

“I’m aware. I’ll call them and let you know when to come in and say hello.” Y/N said.

“Sounds good. I’ll stay and eat with you. I’ll stay until our flight to New York.” Charles said.

“When is our flight?” Y/N asked.

“In 3 days.” Charles said.

“Okay, that gives me enough time to pack. Are we flying private?” Y/N asked.

“Oh darling, of course we are.” Charles said.

After eating, they were watching a movie and Y/N checked the time, it was 10pm, it was 4pm in New York.

“Hey muñeco, Im gonna call my mom, okay.” Y/N said. Charles nodded, moving away from her on the couch. Y/N FaceTimed her mom, waiting a few second until she picked up.

“Mi niña, y este milagro? Por qué me estás llamando? Pasó algo malo?” My girl, and this miracle? Why are you calling me? Did something bad happened? Y/N’s mom, Elena, asked worriedly.

“Ay Mami, no pasó nada malo, te lo juro. Papi está contigo?” Oh mom, nothing bad happened, i swear. Is dad with you? Y/N asked.

“Eh sí, permítame un segundo. Enrique! Ven, tu hija nos está llamando!” Uh yeah, give me a second. Come, your daughter is calling us! Elena yelled and Enrique came into frame.

“Hija, cómo estás? Que milagro que nos estás llamado.” How are you? It’s a miracle you’re calling us Enrique said, Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Sí lo sé, es un milagro, pero les estoy llamando porque tengo noticias. Tengo novio.” Yeah, I know, it’s a miracle, but I’m calling you because I have news. I have a boyfriend Y/N said.

“Mira eso, otro milagro.” Elena said. “Y cómo se llama, que hace?” Look at that, another miracle. What’s his name, what does he do?

“Eh, pues aquí está. Charles, come introduce yourself.” Oh well, he’s here Y/N turned her phone so Charles is in frame.

“Eh hola, me llamo Charles Leclerc.” Charles leaned into Y/N’s ear and whispered “they speak English, right?”

“Yes, we speak English, Chuck.” Enrique said.

“Its Charles.” Charles corrects.

“Bueno Charles, what do you do?” Enrique asked.

“I am a formula one driver for Scuderia Ferrari.” Charles said.

“Anyway, les llamé para decirles que vamos a visitarlos en unos días. Así puedes conocer a mi novio mejor, él de verdad quiere conocerlos, no sabes lo emocionado que estaba cuando me dijo sobre el viaje.” I called to tell you guys that we will be visiting you for a few days. Like that you could get to know my boyfriend better, he really wants to meet you, you don’t know how excited he was when he told me about the trip. Y/N said.

“Está bien, vamos a preparar tu cuarto para que pueden venir, adiós, mi niña.” Alright, we’ll set up your room so you can come over, bye. Elena said and she hung up.

“They hate me, don’t they.” Charles said.

“You are the first boyfriend I ever told them about. You are my first boyfriend so it’s normal.” Y/N said.

“You have no idea how much I love being your first.” Charles kissed her. “Do you think I’ll be able to win over your parents?”

“I think you will, what’s not to love about you? Beside the fact that you don’t put on sunscreen.” Y/N said

“Ha ha, mon ange. I have a good feeling about this trip, it’ll be fun to see where you grew up.” Charles said.

Charles and Y/N we’re on the plane to New York.

“Do you think your parents would like these gifts? I’m having second thoughts.” Charles said.

“Muñeco, please calm down. My mom has always wanted a Dior bag and I’m sure my dad would appreciate that Rolex you got him.” Y/N said.

“Maybe I should have got him a Richard Mille, it would be like a statement, ‘i make enough money for your daughter to never work again’, I think all parents want that for their daughter,” Charles said.

“Well they also don’t want me to depend on a man so the Rolex is perfect. A little bit about my parents, my mom, Elena, is a housekeeper, my dad, Enrique, is a City worker, he’s an electrical engineer. My mom loves handbags, she has a whole collection which we usually get from the outlet mall. Both my parents grew up ‘poor’ back in their countries, but it’s all good now, they’re working class people. My dad is really into cars so maybe you could talk to him about that.” Y/N said. Charles was typing on his phone. “Are you taking notes?” Y/N giggled.

“Yes! I’ve never been this nervous before,” Charles confessed.

“Relax, muñeco, they are going to love you.” Y/N kissed him, hoping he would relax. Charles pulled Y/N onto his lap and they stayed like that for the rest of their flight.

Charles got a rental car from the airport, he chose an Audi, and drove to her parents’ place.

“You couldn’t have picked a cheaper car?” Y/N asked.

“Compared to what I drive, mon ange, this is the cheapest car I could have rented.” Charles said, parking the car.

“Nope, I’m parking, get out.” Y/N said, taking her seatbelt off.

“My parking is getting better.” Charles said, getting out of the car.

“It’s still not good, muñeco.” Y/N said. She got into the driver seat and parked the car, she got out of the car. “Can you get our bags, cariño?” Y/N asked. Charles kissed her before opening the trunk to get their bags. They made it up the stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Elena.

“Ay, mi niña, It’s si good to see you again. Come in, come in, leave your stuff, we were just leaving.” Elena said, moving to the side, Y/N and Charles walked into the house.

“What? What do you mean you were just leaving?” Y/N asked. Charles left their luggage in the living room and sat on the couch while Y/N and Elena talked in the entrance.

“It’s Saturday, princesa, your Tia Hilda is having a carne asada to celebrate her son graduating high school.” Elena said.

“But mom, can you please get to know him first before we go? We are always early and I know you hate helping Tia Hilda with the decorations.” Y/N said.

“Tienes razón. So Charles, tell me about yourself. Enrique!” Elena said, walking into the living room, sitting on a chair opposite of the couch. Y/N sat beside Charles.

“Well i am 26 years old.” Charles started.

“Really? Y/N here is only 21.” Elena said. Enrique walked in and sat on the other chair.

“Yes, I know Mrs. L/N, but we have a lot in common and I believe we are good for each other.” Charles said, holding Y/N’s hand.

“Interesting. When you were dating Giada and Charlotte…” Enrique started.

“Papi!” Y/N exclaimed, surprised that her dad would look up Charles’s dating history.

“Did you say the same thing to their parents?” Enrique finished.

“With all due respect, sir, each relationship is different, those relationships were in different points of my life. I don’t see myself breaking up with Y/N any time soon. For right now, she is what I need in my life, she understands me, comforts me, she feels like home. I guarantee that anything Y/N has wanted I have to her, but she doesn’t depend on me for anything. De verdad amo su hija y espero que nos podemos llevar bien.” I truly love your daughter and I hope that we could get along Charles said. “My teammate and friend is Spanish so I learned a little. I learned more when I started dating Y/N.” Y/N looks at him with heart eyes, she is so in love with him.

“You seem like a good guy, it was really big of you to come all the way to New York to meet us.” Enrique said,

“Thank you, I actually have gifts for you.” Charles said, opening the luggage to pull out the Rolex to give to Enrique and the Dior bag for Elena,

“Oh it is beautiful, thank you, Charles. Now let’s go to the carne asada, Y/N, tell him how to get there, we’ll see you in a few.” Elena said, putting the bag away while Enrique puts on the watch. Y/N’s parents left the house and Y/N starts looking for her house keys.

“Found them, let’s go.” Y/N said, they left the house and locked the door,

“Mon ange, I barely survived meeting your parents, do you really think I can meet your entire family?” Charles asked, they started walking to the car.

“I believe in you, oh and you can’t say you’re on a diet, that’s offensive.” Y/N said, getting into the car.

“What?” Charles asked as he got in the car.

“You’re gonna have to eat what they’re serving, I’m sorry, you’re eating rice, grilled steak, chicken, ribs, hamburgers, hot dogs, shrimp if we’re lucky, you’re break your diet today.” Y/N said.

“Ugh, Andrea is going to kill me.” Charles started the car and followed Y/N’s direction to the house.

“Yay we made it, I wonder if Christina is here.” Y/N said, getting out of the car after she parked it.

“Who’s Christina?” Charles asked,

“My cousin. Well, my mom’s friend’s daughter, I call her my cousin.” Y/N said. She opened the gate to enter through the backyard,

“You just open the gate?” Charles asked, closing the gate behind him.

“Yes.” Y/N said looking at him, she then saw some cousins and aunts and uncles. “Hola hola!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Y/N!” The family shouted, all of them getting closer to her for a hug.

“Quien es el güero?” Her Uncle Hernando.

“El güero es mi novio, this is Charles Leclerc.” Y/N said. She heard a scream.

“No way, you’re dating Charles Leclerc, you could have told me.” Her cousin said,

“Charles, this is Christina, my cousin, he’s an F1 fan.” Y/N introduced them,

“It’s nice to meet you, Christina.” Charles said, shaking her hand,

“Oh my gosh, I am such a huge fan. When Lewis becomes your teammate, can you bring him over? Like Can that happen?” Christina asked.

“Maybe, I’ll ask the next time we plan on coming to New York,” Charles said.

“Yes! I made picarones, we’re supposed to have them later but I guess I can make an exception for il predestinato.” Christina said, leaving them to get a picaron.

“You’re gonna like it, it’s so good, she better bring me one.” Y/N said, a few moments later, Christina came with the picarón. Charles took a bite,

“Mm, it’s delicious.” Charles said, moving the picarón to Y/N so she could get a bite.

“Mm, best batch yet, Chris,” Y/N said,

“Thank you, I’ve been practicing,” Christina said.

“Everyone, it’s time to eat!” Archie, Hilda’s husband.

“Okay so don’t serve yourself the sauce, please don’t, okay?” Y/N said,

“Why not?” Charles asked, sitting at the table,

“Because it’s spicy.” Y/N said.

“I like spicy food, chéri.” Charles said.

“This is Mexican spicy, not white people spicy.” Y/N said.

“I think I can handle it, I’m gonna have some rice and shrimp off the grill.” Charles said, getting up to get a plate and serve himself some Mexican rice, grilled shrimp, and added salsa on the shrimp. He sat down and took a bite of the shrimp. “Hm, it good.” Charles started coughing and fanning his tongue. Y/N stifled her laugh while standing up to get a beer from the cooler. She opened the bottle and gave it to Charles who’s eyes were tearing up.

“Are you okay, muñeco?” Y/N asked.

“Why is it so spicy?” Charles asked.

“I think Monica was angry when making it.” Uncle Eduardo said. Monica hit his shoulder.

“I wasn’t angry.” Monica said, taking a chip to dip in the sauce. “This is good, I don’t know what y’all are talking about,” Monica said.

“So Charles, you drive for Scuderia Ferrari? You must be away a lot.” Archie said.

“Yeah, I’m away a lot, but Y/N comes with me to some of the races when she can.” Charles said, sipping the beer.

“Yes, the Suzuka Grand Prix was great, loved walking around Japan, was so much fun.” Y/N said, eating food.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Archie said.

“Yeah, and next weekend we will be in Spain.” Charles commented.

“You think you’ll win?” Mauricio, a cousin, asked.

“I hope I win, but it’s more than certain that Max will be in P1.” Charles admitted.

When they were finished eating, Charles played soccer with Y/N’s younger cousins, letting the younger cousins win.

“He’s really good with kids.” Christian told Y/N.

“You’ve seen all those posts about him with kids, it’s no surprise.” Y/N said.

“You seem really happy with him.” Christina commented.

“I am. I was worried about him meeting everyone, but I think it turned out better than I imagined,” Y/N said, watching the little kids tackling Charles to the ground and he’s just laughing.

The carne asada ended and Charles and Y/N were in the car.

“I think your family likes me. I’ve been invited over for Christmas.” Charles said and Y/N laughed.

“You think your mom would be okay with you spending Christmas in New York?” Y/N asked.

“Well she could come with us, and Arthur, Lorenzo, Charlotte, I want our families to meet each other.” Charles said.

“All in due time, muñeco.” Y/N said.

“I like when you call me muñeco.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

“Okay, muñeco, let’s go, my parents are probably waiting for us.” Y/N said, Charles kissed her one more time before driving home.

The End

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hidtired · 1 month

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Hey, I love your stories for Daryl Dixon! If you wouldn’t mind I had a request? Daryl and reader have a pre established relationship (met at the querry, got together at the prison, got ‘married’ at some point) of a few years. During the line up, after Daryl hits Negan for killing Abraham, Negan can kind of figure out him and reader are together by matching wedding rings. To punish Daryl, negan can hang the reader until they ‘die’ (stop moving) and cuts her down. After Daryl is taken the group can realize, after being sad for a bit, that the reader is breathing and is alive and bring a her to hilltop. Negan could have put a bag over readers head or something before being hung so that once cut down its harder to tell she’s alive, and they could have even taken a picture of reader hung up to mess with Daryl in his cell. Dual POV. Extra extra angst, and happy ending/reunion when Daryl escapes please! If you could, could it be a few parts long? I understand if you can’t do that or even get to this request at all and that’s 100% okay! Anyways, love your story’s!

Someone cooked here... this is beautifully messed up. So right up my ally!

Hangman

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: Y/N Dixon was to be punished for her husbands actions at the line up. Negan decided to do it in style. To have a rope looped for your neck, intended for your death. Daryl watches you hang before being dragged away. But you had still been alive by the time you were cut down.

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Warnings (Mentions of suicide, gore, ANGST, violence, injury, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You met Daryl and slowly fell in love with him. Most say they fell in love at first sight. But you? It was slowly then all at once. He was a gruff man, but under that was the most caring person you ever met. You had caught yourself thinking of him differently while on the road after the farm fell. You were friends at the farm, joking and teasing one another.

"You bein' sweet on me?"

You sniffle wiping a tear and punching him in the arm. He had gotten shot by Andrea and had fallin on a bolt while looking for Sophia. The punch hurt your redden knuckles. You had turned and laid Andrea out on the grass. Her cry's of "Did I kill him?!" Sent you to shut her mouth. Your lip wobble trying to not met him eye to eye. Daryl sighed, "Come on girl. No water works for me." He chuckled at the sight, amused to see you so worked up for his sake.

He learned you cared for him that day. He also learned how much he did when everyone was separated after the farm fell. He hugged you. More of shoved you into him practically about to lift you in the air.

“What? Getting sweet on me Dixon?”

It didn’t become romantic until the first night at the prison. Better know to Daryl as ‘THE kiss’. You had finally felt safe for the first time in a while, and you were thinking of him like crazy. So, when he was a little too close and looked down to your lips for a split second… you took action and ran with it. You had grabbed him with both hands and slowly lean into him. Didn’t last long, a peck— a test. He looked taken aback before it clicked and he was kissing you more. Now this moment was better known to you as ‘scarring T-dog’. He had gone to find both of you for dinner and found Daryl pinning you to a wall while making out.

The question of marriage wasn’t proposed as much talked about one late night months into the prisons development. You lay down legs tangled you smiling at him like a fool. The people of the prison loved Daryl. So when a new comer he saved reference to you as Mrs. Dixon it got you feeling a way. “M’ not sure I wanna ask what’s got you all giddy.” You rolled into him more, a dumb smile on your face, “You~”. He raised a brow at you. There were moments when you got all lovey, on him, normally when you were about to start your period. Or ovulating which was a different kind of lovey…

“What do you think about marriage?”

He was not expecting that. He froze thinking of his parents. “Never had a good example of it?” He just didn’t understand the purpose of it. What was to be married? More so with how the world is now. You lean your head against his chest, “I see it as just a promise. To promise myself to you.” He looked down to meet your eyes, “Thought ya were already mine?” You nodded with a smile, “Exactly, I’m already yours. But I would be caring your name as mine.” That is when it sank in, you a Dixon. The Dixons. Them. His hold on you became a little tighter. It would mean everything they already did. He knew the only death could part each other. Thats when you officially became his wife. Later with rings to match.

Till death do us part…

That lead you all to here and now. Face to face to death. Negan, finished with his brutal attack to Abraham. The remainder of what left of him desiccated. Negan swang the bloody bat splattering everyone with blood. His taunting made the hot head that is your husband try and attack him. He landed a crushing blow before getting pinned.

Your POV

It had happened so fast. Daryl was pinned with his own crossbow pointed at his head. The man holding it speaking, “I could end it right here.” You couldn’t even speak, you were shaking. Had a hand to your mouth trying to quiet your sobs. ‘Please don’t kill him… not him.’ Negan had noticed the ring on your finger and took a look to everyone’s face at that moment. He finally turned back to Daryl, “Nah, you don’t kill that. Not unless you try a little first.” A sick smile pulling his lips, “Put him back in line.” He eyed Daryl, “I don’t know what lying pricks you’ve been dealing with but I did say you only get one! No exceptions.” Negan leaned back before slowly turning to you and pointing, “Get her up.” You were swiftly pulled to your feet. Daryl’s voice booming in displeasure. Negan spoke again put to the group surrounding you, “We’ve never done this before! Simon… get the noose.” Some ooos rolled through the crowd.

Negan turned back to Rick. Daryl still wiggling free to help you. “See Rick I don’t like the look in your eye. Any of your eyes, you just don’t seem to get it!” It was Michonne voice urgent as she witnessed them set up the rope in a tree, “W-we get it. You don’t have to do that-“ Negans voice booming with amusement, “Oh I know you do but I did say no exceptions.” He turned his gaze to Daryl at the mention.

You were to be made as an example. To everyone but also for Daryl’s action. You couldn’t blame him for attacking him. He was a sick man doing horrendous things… and with a smile on top of it. You watched the rope go over a branch and someone put a wooden box down under the hanging rope.

You remember finding your Uncle hanging from a pipe in the garage. You were 8. The corners office stated he was hanging there for half a hour before he died, cause of death asphyxiation. The height he fell from didn't break his neck. The height of the box to the tree wasn’t high enough either.

Daryl was cursing and spitting threats as they dragged you to stand on the box. “I’LL KILL YOU, TOUCH HER AND I’LL KILL YOU!!!” But as the rope was looped around your head those threats turned to please, “No— PUNISH ME! IT WAS ME! NOT HER-“ He was crying and you looked on while he thrashed around. You smiled to him. You were scared sure, whether you were going to die fast or slow going through your mind.

Tears tracked down your face but you had stopped crying and had a look that could kill. Negan only seemed cheerful as always taking notice to your calming demeanor. You looked on to everyone on their knees as they stare at you with pure panic. You saw Rick’s hand shaking, mouth periodically opening to say something but he had nothing to say to get you out of this. Daryl had stopped thrashing and was looking to you with a face that pained you. He was pale from blood loss, eyes brimming with tears.

Your vision was blocked by a bag that was thrown over your head. You could slightly see through the fabric. Your heartbeat was in your ears. Negan had now come to stand next to you, “Now there is a new world order. You have shit I want so you give it to me or you could join— Hell her name?” You hear a savior state your name. “Ahh Y/N here… So let’s get this crystal clear for all of you now. You all belong to me.” He turned to you, “Any last words?”

You took a deep breath, “See you in hell.”

He chuckled. It was silent for a moment, air filled with anticipation. “Hope I don’t keep you waiting-“ He kicked that wooden box out from under you.

You felt gravity pulling you to the ground. Then the feeling of the rope tighten around your throat. Your ears picking up on the sounds of yelling and crying from your family. You had bobbed like a fish on a line. You put your hands to the rope on your neck. Struggling to breathe. Your body thrashing dangling from the tree. It wasn’t until you tilted your head back you got a little air. The noose didn’t seem to close all the way. Inside your mind yelled one thing, ‘go slack’. You slowly released your hands from the rope dangling with the rest of you. Soon after stopping any movement despite your body wanting to. You felt a pressure in the back of your eyes. The lack of sufficient oxygen making you feel like you were spinning. And the growing pain radiating around your neck was something you’ve never felt before. Like you were dying.

Negan had been talking throughout you struggling. But you hadn’t the mind to listen. It was Daryl’s sobs you recognized. He sounded like he was getting pulled away with the sounds of a heavy door slamming. A flash of light came through the bag on your head, click of a camera soon followed after. Negan talked again before you felt gravity pull you again. He had cut you down. You flopped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. You felt the wind get knocked out of you. Whatever wind you had left anyways. It took you a second before your first real breath came to you. But you try to remain still, to play possum.

You still remained there on the floor, yelling in your mind to stay awake. Coming up with anything to remain conscious like, math problems or names of your childhood pets. You had the feeling like you were on choppy water. Swaying back and forth on a boat. The deafening silence pulled you from your mind. Maybe you had died? But you decided you needed to move.

Group POV

Everyone was still after the saviors left. The first shuffling of gravel was Glenn moving to his wife after snapping out of the shock. His movement snapping everyone out of it to. Maggie clung to him while sobbing, emotionally and physically distressed. The sound of groaning and raspy noises made them all turn to you. It was Rick who spoke, “She turned…” You body propped up on hands and knees. They looked on before it was Carl moved to put you down, everyone else had even yet to move before him. Carl only got a few steps before you pulled the bag off your head.

Everyone froze again. Your fist clenching around the rope still around your neck. The chocking noises and tears sounds as you struggle with moving, “Holy shit she’s still alive!” Aaron had ran past Carl to then kneel beside you. Removing the rope from you revealed a line of black and purple around your neck. The rest had made their quick approach to you in disbelief. You were clawing at anyone next to you, you were in pain and didn't know who to act other then to wither. One hand still to your throat. Your eyes were blood red and the noise you made while attempting to breathe was high and liquidy.

Sasha had moved up behind you looping her arms behind yours, “Quick we need to get her to Hilltop! Maggie to!” Michonne moving for your legs to carry you to a truck the saviors left. Glenn helping Maggie into the passengers seat. Eugene began to list facts about being hanged like, 'it takes 10-20 minutes before a person died. You had been hung by a 'suspension hanging' but the height you fell from wasn't sufficient enough. The Saviors lack of knowledge had saved your life.' It was mostly a nervous habit to provide the information, a sort of coping. He was watching Rick and Aaron put Abraham's body in the back on the truck bed.

Maggie yelled to support your head to Sasha who you laid onto. You were still fighting unconscious, tears streaming down your red eyes. Glenn slipped into the drivers seat. Maggie speaking out the windows, "We got her. Get back to Alexandria. Plan to kick those monsters in the ass." Just like that they were off to hilltop.

The rest stood to see the car go off into the distance. Still shaken but the littlest bit more relieved you hadn't died in the worse way imageable in front of them. When they finally got back in the RV to go back home Rick just couldn't help but spot the noose on the ground from the review.

Daryl had no clue about you getting back up from that monstrous act.

Part 2

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(If you or a loved one are suffering and having thoughts of suicide please seek help. You are wanted and loved. Its cheesy but true when people say it gets better.)

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taurussbabe · 24 days

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The Alchemy - LN4

a/n : hi guys, sorry for being so absent, i'm not totally back yet but i'm making a progress. Hope you like my first ever Lando fic! so happy he won! (also ignore if it's to bad, i'm out of practice and wrote this in 30 min.) wc: 0.6k inspo: the alchemy, by taylor swift (if you're a swiftie/ f1 fan hit me up)

Shirts off and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer stickin' to the floor, cheers chanted 'cause they said "There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league" Where's the trophy? He just comes runnin' over to me

“Lando Norris wins for the first time in formula 1” was the last thing you heard before you sprinted alongside the mechanics to wait for your boyfriend. You were thrilled for him, you knew how much he wanted this, how much he had fought for this, and you were so proud of him for never giving up and keeping his head high.

You knew it wasn’t easy for him to always see everyone commenting ‘Lando Nowins’ on every single one of his posts, everyone saying there was no chance for him to try and win, but you also knew this day would come, Miami GP will forever hold a special place in your heart.

You waited for what seemed like ages before you boyfriend came running over to team, all of them lifting him up over their heads. The atmosphere was immaculate, everyone laughing and chanting your boyfriend’s name, you couldn’t be prouder.

Finally, they placed him on firm ground and within the next second you felt his arms around you, holding you impossibly close to him, only to be separated a second later, far away enough for him to kiss you, but still close enough you could hear his shaky breathing.

“I knew you could do it, I knew it! I’m so so proud of you” you whispered after your lips separated. “Like, incredibly proud”

“Thanks, love, I’m so happy” he said, just like he had said on his radio after the race ended.

“Go, go celebrate” you patted him on his back before seeing him hug Zack and then Andrea.

You pulled out your phone to record him while he gave his interview before the podium, watching your boy with a smile on your face.

Soon enough you were hearing they announce the names of the top 3 drivers and you quickly grabbed your phone again to record this moment, your Instagram was going to be full of content that day, but you didn’t care, you were proud of your guy and you wanted to show it.

You watched in awe as Leclerc and Verstappen soaked your boyfriend in champagne, waiting patiently for him to do his thing with his own champagne.

You were in the paddock waiting for Lando to finish all of his interviews so you could go the hotel. You knew tonight you were gonna party like never before so you were already having a coffee although you still believed all the adrenaline would give you enough energy, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Congrats to Lando, I assume we’re gonna party together tonight” Kelly came up behind you

“Yes, already getting ready for it” you lifted your cup of coffee “Now I know how you feel like every weekend” you joked.

“Pretty great uh?” you both laughed before saying your goodbyes.

You watched as your boyfriend came running to his garage, eyes searching in the crowd for you, dropping his trophy as he saw you and running towards you.

“I’m so glad you’re here” he whispered, picking you up and spinning you around.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be, love” you kissed his cheek “I mean it, this was great, incredible” you kissed his lips, you hand roaming through his hair.

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tastesousweet · 5 months

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

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“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

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your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

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amirasainz · 26 days

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OMG LANDO WON THE RACE TODAY. IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM. LITERALLY CAN NOT STOP CRYING. Can you write on where baby!sainz is there supporting him and literally crying as he wins.

HI loves! I'M so sorry but am I the onyl one who found the whole Carlos vs. Oscar thing so funny? Carlos whining was so funny (no hate towards any drivers!!!)

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy reading this and please send me some requests!

-XoXo

The Winner takes it all

Ah, Miami—the sun-kissed jewel in the racing calendar. Amira’s secret favorite, where the vibrant energy of the city blended seamlessly with the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere of the track. Perhaps it was the balmy weather that allowed her to flaunt those pretty summer clothes, or maybe the challenging circuit that kept drivers on their toes. And let’s not forget the food trucks—those mobile havens of culinary delight that dotted the paddock, tempting everyone with their sizzling aromas.

The livery and helmets, custom-crafted for the Miami Grand Prix, added an extra layer of excitement. Each design told a story: sleek curves and bold colors, a canvas for the drivers’ personalities. Amira reveled in the anticipation, her heart dancing to the rhythm of engines and tire screeches.

As tradition dictated, she accepted the invitation from Carlos (and the others). This year, she took her time getting ready. The morning sun painted her room in warm hues, and Amira felt it—an electric current of anticipation. Her abuela’s voice echoed in her mind: Confía en tus instintos, mi niña.

Arriving at the paddock with Carlos, Charles, and Alex, Amira’s smile bloomed. The camaraderie of the racing family enveloped her—the shared laughter, the knowing glances. The other three found her reaction endearing, a testament to her genuine love for this world. Before the engines roared to life, she soaked in the before-race energy—the hum of possibility, the promise of speed.

And then, the ex-president approached. His words hung in the air, but Amira’s instincts flared. She turned away, a subtle pivot that spoke volumes. Stranger danger, indeed. Like c'mon. Can we fault her for that?

The Miami Grand Prix—a sun-drenched spectacle where the roar of engines mingles with the rhythm of salsa beats. Finally it started. Amira stood between Alex and Pirro Ferrari, the latter a seasoned gentleman who’d seen more races than most. The anticipation hung thick in the air, a symphony of tire rubber and adrenaline.

And then it happened—the Oscar vs. Carlos showdown. Amira stifled a laugh. She loved her brother, but who did he think he was, ordering Oscar to yield? The unimpressed behavior from Oscar was priceless. But when Carlos collided with him, Amira’s amusement faded. This wasn’t the Carlos she knew—the calculated racer who danced on the edge but never lost control.

Yet destiny had other plans. As the laps ticked by, Amira’s attention shifted. Lando Norris, the boy with the perpetual grin, surged ahead. Her Lando. The backstory was simple: Lando had a crush on her, and Amira? Well, she was still figuring it out. Just a girl caught in the whirlwind of racing drama.

When Lando finally crossed the checkered flag, Amira’s heart soared. Tears escaped, unbidden. No more Lando Nowins—the boy who’d always been second. She flung herself into Pirro Ferrari’s arms, and he held her gently. “Ahh, young love,” he thought, watching the victory celebration unfold. “La cosa più dolce del mondo.” Indeed, sweetest of all.

As the cheers echoed through the paddock, Amira reveled in the euphoria of victory. Lando Norris, her Lando, had clinched his breakthrough maiden Formula 1 win at the Miami Grand Prix. The sun bathed the track in golden hues, and the air buzzed with celebration.

But then, a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Amira! Come join us, sweetie.” Zac Brown and Andrea Stella stood near the Ferrari box, beckoning her over. She glanced at Mr. Ferrari, who nodded with a smile. The McLaren bosses pulled her towards the fence. They knew better than to put her in the front row; Lando would undoubtedly leap over the barrier in his exuberance.

“Is it alright that I’m here?” Amira asked, her heart racing. “I know this is more of a McLaren celebration, and I don’t want to disturb.”

Zac and Andrea exchanged a knowing look. Andrea rested a hand on her shoulder. “Amira, honey,” he said gently. “I think Lando would flip out if you weren’t here.”

And then, as if summoned by fate, Lando appeared. He leaped into the arms of the mechanics, their cheers lifting him higher. He was their winner—the boy who’d fought for this moment. But there was one more surprise in store.

Zac and Andrea approached Lando. “We have a 1.60m surprise for you,” they said, grinning. Lando’s confusion melted into understanding as he followed their gaze. His eyes locked onto Amira, standing there like a beacon. Without hesitation, he ran to her, lifting her off her feet. She clung to him, like a baby koala seeking refuge.

For an eternity, they held each other—the race winner and the girl who’d captured his heart. And in that moment, amid the cheers and the sun-kissed joy, they found their own victory.

“Lando. My Lando… You finally did it. I’m so proud of you. Mi ganador,” she whispered quietly. In that suspended moment, the world ceased its frantic spin. The crowd froze, their collective breath held. For one perfect moment, everthing stopped.

There existed only the two of them—the victorious racer and the girl who’d cheered him on. Lando leaned his forehead against hers, a shared heartbeat. A tear escaped Amira’s eye, and he wiped it away with gentle urgency. “My Mira. I did it. I finally won,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. She couldn’t find words, so she nodded, her heart echoing his triumph. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—the sweet mix of adrenaline and possibility.

And then, as if the universe nudged them forward, time resumed its march. Lando was whisked away to the podium, the spotlight now on him. Cameras clicked, capturing moments that would echo through history: Lando’s gaze fixed directly on Amira, her tears as he received the trophy, and Andrea’s proud smile.

Even the commentators—Crofty and Bundl—couldn’t resist. “And here we see Amira Sainz,” they narrated. “The youngest sister of Carlos Sainz and a famous actress. It seems she’s shedding happy tears for her friend Lando Norris, who just won his first GP. And… is she reapplying her lip gloss?” The world watched, and in that snapshot of time, Amira and Lando’s story became legend.

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CLARA BOW // charles leclerc - pt. 4

charles leclerc x figureskater!reader

part 1 part 2 part 3

summary: you're an aspiring olympic gold medalist who just wants to compete and have fun. on the way there, a handsome monegasque f1 driver slides into your dms and changes the trajectory of your life.

note: pt. 4 bby! i'm so excited to finally get into the main part of this story with you guys! you have no idea of the devilry i have planned 😈

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cassievilleneuve we weren't cool enough for the amex lounge 🥲

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carolinevilleneuve sleepy bears 🧸💙

y/n l/n at least my ass looks nice 🤷🏻‍♀️

cassievilleneuve speak for yourself i look like a potato 😭 thanks care

carolinevilleneuve anytime 😁

leclerclover43 y/n is so unserious i love her 😄 "at least my ass looks nice"

y/n l/n well it does, doesn't it?

leclerclover43 you're so right queen ofc it does 🤧

leclerclover43 also, any reason why you might be traveling?

y/n l/n 👀🤫

leclerclover43 oH

isabeau.levito vacation without me? 🥲

y/n l/n bby issy you have school!

isabeau.levito australia >>>>>>> school

isabeau.levito also, where did all these people come from? what did i miss?

carolinevilleneuve you missed the y/n x hot driver saga!? dm NOW

callsignice am i the only one wondering why y/n's going to australia literally like 4 days after the olympics ended? didn't she just get back home?

y/n l/n

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y/n l/n cassie's man crush treated us to... whatever that is 😄

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cassievilleneuve i do NOT have a crush!!

y/n l/n bro be so fr i know more about him than i know about my own crushes 😭

sainzismysign don't be shy y/n, tell us, who's your crush 👀

y/n l/n i don't kiss and tell 😝

charles_leclerc Whatever that is it looks like a lot of sugar 😳 can i have some?

y/n l/n i'd get you some, but i don't need your trainer up in my dms threatening me 😔

charles_leclerc Andrea's an angel, I promise 🙏🏻 no threats

pierregasly Andrea, an angel? LMAO

charles_leclerc Pierre, fermez-la!

emmalechair yeah pierre let our boy shoot his shot!

carolinevilleneuve ...where did this picture come from? i don't remember going to a restaurant?

y/n l/n neither did i 😄 the man crush sent it to me

carolinevilleneuve @cassievilleneuve YOU WENT ON A DATE!?

cassievilleneuve IT WASN'T A DATE

y/n l/n liar 😆

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mclaren Live footage of @landonorris lying straight to our face after going on a date and consuming his weight in sugar.

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alllyyyssson ehem eXcUsE ME!? LANDO WENT ON A DATE!?

cecelewis ADMIN TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

jazzyruiz admin rlly thought they could slip the "lando went on a date" at the beginning of the caption and we wouldn't notice 😭

landosleni my husband is cheating on me!?!?!

landonorris IT WASN'T A DATE

mclaren Sure it wasn't, buddy 😛

danielricciardo why you lying

neonorangepapaya LMAO dragggg him daniel!

y/n l/n ✓ 2m

Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit Melbourne, Australia

"Are you sure this is even a good idea?" Y/N bit her lip nervously, letting the hometown hero - Daniel Ricciardo - drag her down the paddock.

"Bit too late for second thoughts now, isn't it?" Daniel quipped, nodding his head at a passing mechanic.

"I'm not having second thoughts, I just... he didn't even invite me here."

"Which is the whole point of a surprise," Daniel pointed out. He turned back to look at her briefly, "By the way, where's your friend?"

At that, Y/N giggled, "With Lando. Those two have been joined at the hip ever since he picked us up from the airport."

"So it was a date!" Daniel crowed triumphantly.

"Obviously!" Y/N snickered. "What else could it have been?"

"He was telling everyone you were there too after the McLaren admin made that post."

Y/N scoffed, "Now, that's a lie! I was dead asleep in our hotel room. Cassie snuck out and I didn't find out until I woke up and saw that Lando sent me that picture, saying she was in good hands."

"I'm not surprised. I wouldn't want to be caught dead on a date with Lando either." Daniel nodded, mock thoughtfully.

Y/N giggled again, "I don't think that's why she didn't tell me."

He hummed, but refrained from saying anything else as they reached the Ferrari garage, bustling as it was with mechanics, engineers, and strategists.

Y/N came to a full stop as he called out, "Oi! Frenchman! Over here!"

An accented voice yelled back, "I'm Monegasque!", as Charles Leclerc emerged from the sea of red, clad in his own scarlet racing gear.

"Same thing," Daniel grinned, but Charles' attention was no longer on him.

"Y/N?" He blurted out in shock.

Y/N lifted a hand nervously and waved, "Hi?"

Charles stood there, staring at her like he'd seen a ghost, until someone behind him shoved him forward and he snapped out of his reverie.

"Uh, hi! Hi!" He laughed, hovering in front of her uncertainly. "What are you doing here?"

"Lando and Daniel invited me," Y/N bit her lip, cheeks reddening. "They, um- we thought it might be a nice surprise."

He didn't say anything for a moment, but just as she was getting ready to backtrack, his face broke out into a beaming smile and he pulled her into a half-hug - an uncertain one, the kind you give someone if you know them, but you don't know them enough to give them a full hug.

"Welcome to Ferrari," he stated loudly as camera flashes went off, pictures and videos recording the moment that would go viral on Twitter and Instagram for the entirety of that day. "The best team on the grid!"

tag list: @1655clean, @norwayxo, @thecubanator2, @theendofthematerialgworl, @c-losur3, @lightdragonrayne

#ferrari #charles leclerc #f1 #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 fanfic #lando norris #mclaren #mclaren f1

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Part II

Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader

Genre: I still don't know

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 3K

Author's Note: This took a little longer than I had anticipated. I hope you guys like it, I feel like this isn't overly dramatic but it's a realistic reaction to what we found out in the first part. idk you tell me what you guys think. part 3???

Part I

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You rolled over in the bed, you could feel the sun beam down on you through the window, but you didn’t want to open your eyes. You wanted to fall back asleep. Your heart felt heavy as you began to replay last night's events over again. You could hear your Mamma’s voice bounce around your head. You could see your Father’s guilty look behind your eyelids. Finally sitting up, you looked around the room, not seeing Charles anywhere.

You went to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes puffy from how hard you were crying last night, you can see some leftover mascara in the corners of your eyes. You took a deep breath, washing your face, brushing your teeth before you decided to look for Charles. A part of you hoped that you missed him already, and he was at training already.

You knew he was going to ask what happened, and you’re not too sure you can get through the story without crying again. You paused by the bedroom door, listening if you could hear anybody throughout the apartment. You could hear the soft melody playing. Charles was listening to another piano piece.

You made your way to the kitchen, where he stood drinking some water. He was drenched in sweat, his shirt tossed aside on the kitchen counter. You smirked to yourself, part of you focused on his physic and the other part thinking you won’t have to talk about last night.

“Morning,” he greets you breathlessly.

“Morning,” you say, going up to give him a quick kiss, careful not to get his sweat on you, “did you just get back from a run…”

“Yeah, I canceled my training with Andrea today,” he says, turning to watch you as you prepare yourself a cup of coffee.

“Why did you cancel?” You ask.

“ma chère,” Charles says, giving you a funny look, “you came home crying, literally shaking last night, training can wait, you’re more important.”

You smile at Charles’ sentiment, “I’m fine, last night is nothing for you to worry about.”

“y/n,” Charles says, grabbing your arm, turning you to face him, “what happened last night?”

The question was enough to bring you to tears. You felt your bottom lip begin to quiver as you opened your mouth to speak. “It was them,” is all you can say before you have to wipe away tears. Charles moves to hold you, and you hold up your hand to stop him. You take a few steps back, knowing that if he holds you, sweaty and all, you won’t be able to stop crying. You won’t ever be able to tell him what happened. “I’m sorry, let me… Let me just take a breath.”

You take a few deep breaths before you continue, “It was my parents.” You still feel tears fall, but they fall slower now. You can control your breathing enough to get through the story. “They admitted to working a few negotiations to ensure I wouldn’t get a seat in F2.”

Charles does nothing to hide his surprise. “Why…” you leave Charles absolutely speechless with your statement. “Why would they do that?” He is finally able to ask.

You force yourself to take another deep breath before speaking again, “they were scared. Scared that what happened to Jules would happen to me. Scared that the safety measures wouldn’t work. They were scared that I would get into the car and I wouldn’t get back out.”

You watch Charles face change, it changes from shock to guilt. “I see,” is all he says.

“I want to forgive them, they’re my parents,” you close your eyes, trying to shake away the tears, “but that was my dream,” you look Charles square in the eyes. “That is all I ever wanted to do with my life. I wanted to be a formula 1 driver, that’s it. That was the dream, and they took it away. They took it away before I even had a chance.”

Charles nods his head, “don’t forgive them.”

“What?” You don’t expect Charles to say ‘don’t forgive them.’ You expected the exact opposite from him.

Charles take a deep breath, “don’t forgive them until you’re ready. Don’t force yourself to forgive them because they’re your parents. Be understanding. Understand why they did it, but that doesn’t mean you need to forgive them. You forgive them when you’re ready to forgive them.”

“Thank you for that,” you say. Charles’ words make you feel seen. They make you feel sane, and not like you’re being over dramatic.

“Of course,” Charles says as his hand grabs yours, his thumb gliding softly across your knuckles.

“There’s something else,” you speak up as you remembered what else your parents confessed to last night.

“What else?”

“My father asked,” you pause, you can’t even begin to imagine the amount of drama this will cause, “he asked for Fred to delay your contract signing.”

You see Charles' face look guilty once more, he sighs, “I know about that.”

This time you can’t hide your surprise, “what do you mean you know about that?”

Charles runs his hands across his face, “I signed my extension already.” He takes a sip of his water before continuing, “during Spa. Fred told me about what Toto asked for. Fred told me that he wasn’t going to delay the signing, because he knew that I would pick you over my seat.”

“Charles,” you say breathlessly, shaking your head trying to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me when you found out? Why on Earth would you pick me over your seat? Charles…”

“Y/n,” Charles says, stopping you before you can ask another question. “He’s your father,” Charles looks at you with compassion, “I didn’t want you thinking badly about your father, especially when all he was doing was protecting you. As for my seat, of course I would pick you. It’s you, there’s only one of you, but there's 19 other seats that I could get.”

You sniffle as Charles has said enough for you to stop crying, he moves to hug you. “Don’t you dare.” you say before he can grab you.

“Why?”

You looked baffled at Charles, “you’re all sweaty,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You need a shower.”

Charles smirks, “you can shower with me,” he says as he grabs you, squeezing you tightly, spinning you off the floor.

You can’t help but giggle at Charles, he laughs as he watches your face. Finally when he stops spinning and sets you back down. He still holds you close, as he looks deeply in your eyes. Your smile falters as you remember everything. Your eyes fill again with tears, you can’t decide if they’re happy or sad tears, maybe a mixture of both. “Charles…” you don’t know what to say, because ‘thank you’ doesn’t feel like enough, nothing feels like enough to describe how you feel right now. How grateful you are, how in love, how overjoyed, how despicably sad, how much of everything you feel.

“I know,” he says, and lucky enough for you; you don’t need to say anything. He knows. He knows you enough to know exactly how you feel.

You spend the next couple days avoiding your parents. While living in Monaco the task is proving more difficult than you initially thought. Charles is proving to be exceptionally kind, letting you quietly wallow in your misery. He doesn’t push you to get over it, he doesn’t force you to see your parents, he doesn’t ask you to move past it. He gives you time, he gives you the space you need.

Today, he kisses you goodbye as he leaves for training while you sip away at the coffee you made yourself. You watch Charles walk out the door, and a part of you feels resentful that he has a seat and you don’t. You know it’s not his fault, that he’s not the reason you’re not racing, but a part of you hates that he has the opportunity and you don’t.

You don’t like feeling like this, you don’t like resenting Charles for no reason. You decide that it’s time you see your parents. You don’t know what you’re going to say to them. You’re not even sure how you’re going to react when you see them again. You make sure you text Charles to inform him where you’re going before you leave.

When you get to your house, there's an unsettling quiet that’s over the house. You’re not sure if anyone is home. The first person you run into is Antonie, the maid. When she sees you, you place a finger over your lips to signal to be quiet. She purses her lips at you, and points to your father’s office. As you move closer, you’re taken aback to that night.

That night you stood in the very same spot you’re standing in now. You debate on knocking on the door, you wonder if there is anything to say to them. You try to listen closely to hear if they’re saying anything. It’s utter silence on the other side. You try to think of something to say before you knock on the door. Nothing comes to your mind, you tell yourself to wing it. You convince yourself that the words will come to you.

You knock on the door, “come in,” your father says from the other side. There's a pause in your step. Hand on the knob. You slowly turn the knob to open the door. Your father is sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer. Mamma is on the other side, flipping through some paperwork. It takes them a second to look up, their work being more important.

When they do look up and see you, they pause. Mamma puts down the paperwork, she stands, wanting to hold you, to reach out, to comfort you. Your father closes the laptop, he pushes it aside, he turns his chair to face you.

“Sweetheart,” Mamma speaks up first, you watch her try to blink away the tears, while she holds a painful smile to her face. You feel like you lose the ability to breathe for a second as tears fall from your eyes, part of you wants so much to just run into her arms, and just sob. You want her to hold you and rock you, like the small child you feel like you are.

You take a second, you wipe away the tears that have fallen, and you finally take a breath. “I understand,” you say, once you start you don’t stop. You allow everything you’ve been feeling to come out. “I get it, I understand why you pulled me from racing.” You can’t stop yourself from crying as you go through your emotions. “I understand that you were scared. That you were afraid I wasn’t going to come back alive. That you wanted to protect your child from dying. I understand now.”

Mamma finally allows her tears to fall, she wants so much to hold you. To apologize over and over again. She wants to go back in time and tell herself that you’re going to be okay. She wants to make this okay.

“But I don’t forgive you,” you say, and you watch your Mamma’s heartbreak. “I can’t forgive you… not yet at least.” You finally feel like a weight is lifted off your shoulders and you feel like you’re able to breathe completely free. “I don’t forgive you, not yet at the very least; but I need to accept what you have done. I need to come to terms with what you did, because if I don’t, I will ruin my relationship with Charles. And I love him, I love him more than I loved racing, and I don’t want to ruin this. I can’t ruin this.”

“Darling,” your father says, standing to approach you. A part of you wanted to allow him to come closer. He was your dad, your hero, and he could make all the problems in the world disappear. You always ran to him whenever you had a problem and he always would fix it for you. But now he’s the problem, and you don’t think he can fix this.

“I…” You take a breath, stepping back and away from your father. “I just came here to say, I love you guys, and you will always be my parents, but I need more time to find a way to forgive you. I understand why you did what you did, but I don’t forgive you. I still love you, but I need more time.”

“We understand,” Mamma says, as she comes up to grab your father’s arm. She wraps her arm around his, and she repeats the sentiment, “we understand your need for more time.” Mamma smiles at you as more tears escape her. “We will be here waiting for you when you’re ready.”

“Thank you Mamma,” you say, and for the first time since that night, you can finally say you feel happy.

You hum along to the song playing in the background as you move about the kitchen in Charles’ apartment. You feel light on your feet as you dance to the music, as you fix yourself something to eat. When Charles finally comes home, he’s surprised but delighted to hear the music playing through the apartment.

“Ma chère?” Charles calls out as he follows the music into the kitchen.

“Hello, my love,” you spoke in a sickly sweet tone that Charles hasn’t heard for days now.

“Hi,” he says as he gives you a quick kiss, “you seem happy?”

“I am happy,” you smile, looking at Charles. You pause the music, now being more serious, “I saw my parents today.”

Charles watched you carefully, unsure about how to react, “and? How did it go?”

“I couldn’t forgive them,” you say, and part of you worries that Charles is going to be disappointed.

“That’s okay,” Charles says as he pulls you into a hug and holds you close. He doesn’t want you to feel forced to do anything you’re not ready to do.

“But,” you pull away from Charles to look at him, “I did tell them that I understood why they did it. And I told them that I still love them because they are my parents.”

“And that made you feel better?”

“Yeah, I feel better,” you say whole heartedly, “this is probably the best I have felt since that night.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Charles says, pulling you into a much needed kiss. He can see you relax, and for the first time in days you don’t appear tense.

Charles thinks he should’ve told you about this, but he doesn’t want to make the situation with your parents worse. As he walks into the restaurant, he gives the name to the hostess, and she takes him to a private dining room. Charles sees him sitting there, back to him. This is the last opportunity Charles has to walk out, and pretend this never happened.

“Sir?” Charles greets, sticking his hand out to shake as he approaches the table.

“Charles,” Toto says, as he stands, shaking Charles’ hand, “I appreciate you meeting with me.”

Charles doesn’t sit, he doesn’t want to get too comfortable. “I won’t force her to forgive you or Susie,” Charles feels like he should get that out in the open right away.

“Charles, please sit,” Toto gestured to the open seat across from him. “I don’t want you to force her to forgive us. Although we had the right intention, we’re the ones that screwed it up.”

Charles takes a seat across, his pulse starts to pick up. This moment feels more stressful than any race he’s participated in. “Why did you ask to see me?”

“Fred asked me something a little while back and I'm curious if the question was valid,” Toto says. He finally puts the menu down, and he looks squarely at Charles. Toto isn’t trying to be intimidating, he just wants to know what Charles feels. “If you had to choose, would you have picked my daughter over your seat at Ferrari?”

Charles doesn’t hesitate to say, “I would pick her. In a thousand scenarios, in a thousand lifetimes, I would pick your daughter again and again. I love y/n.”

Toto might be a cynic when he says, “I find that hard to believe Charles, when I, personally, have seen you bring different girls into your hotel room during one grand prix weekend.”

Charles knows his dating history isn’t the prettiest, and he knows that he has a bit of a checkered past with this stuff, but how he feels about you isn’t something he would lie about. “I understand your concern, I would like to think if I was in your position my concerns would be the same. However y/n knows about my past and my dating history. She knows about the weekends with a different girl every night. She knows everything, and she still trusts me to love her.”

“You’re not good enough for her, Charles.”

“I’m not,” Charles agrees, much to Toto's surprise. “But I'm putting in the work to be good enough for her. I’m trying my best to be enough for her, and I will do so for as long as she allows me.” Charles is a very traditional person, and he wants to do this right. He pulls the box from his pocket, and hands it over to Toto. “I hope it's for the rest of our lives.”

Toto opens the box, and there is the most stunning engagement ring. “I wanted to ask for your blessing sir,” Charles says, “but regardless if you give it or not, I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

Toto is at a complete loss for words, he’s not sure what to say next.

Part III

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Should’ve used this emoji 🤢

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Arthur! Stop bullying your poor brother! (Miss u x)

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Never (miss you too ❤️)

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Loving Charles Leclerc was easy.

Over the summer break, you’d slowly moved into his apartment - the bachelor pad transforming into a home with all of your simple touches, like they’d always been there. You moved around each other like a dance, not missing a step as you fell into a comfortable rhythm sharing the space.

Your communication was strong enough where little disagreements wouldn’t become screaming matches, compromising came to you with ease. You’d never put much thought into your career after Formula 1 before Charles, but his plans all lined up with yours perfectly - neither of you needed to sacrifice anything for the other. It was as if your paths were always meant to cross.

Any discomfort in your life was soothed by him - the way he’d wordlessly extract your phone from your grasp when he caught you snooping at hate comments, only smiling softly when you said you were looking for ‘genuine’ critique. Instead of scolding you, he’d wrap you up in his arms and remind you that’s what the team is for, not randomUser77.

Loving Charles Leclerc was fun.

You had never smiled so much before - even if you had a tough day, he’d always find the perfect way to cheer you up. He drew laughter from the deepest parts of you, making your whole body shake and your eyes water, sometimes not even intentionally.

Whenever you had time away from the sport, you were never bored. He loved planning little adventures for you both - squeezing you both on the busy train to Nice for a day in France, hiking up to the clearest part of Monaco for the view. Even on your laziest of days where the two of you just stayed piled under the blankets, you never for a second felt restless.

There were things you’d experienced that you’d never even thought about - and it soon became tradition that you would buy each other the ugliest trinket you could find in the gift shop to live on the dresser of the guest room, the endless googly-eyed creatures and key chains staring down any company choosing to stay the night.

Loving Charles Leclerc was beautiful.

From the oceans of his eyes, to the warmth of the sun from his skin under your fingers after a cold day. You felt so alive with him. You never believed in loving someone more each day before him - your rocky relationship with your estranged father made sure of that, but Charles made it impossible not to feel for him stronger each and every moment he was in your life.

He was never close enough, you wanted to spend every second learning every inch of him to memory - every freckle, every scar. So it was a common occurrence for him to wake up in the morning with your fingers tracing his skin, his lips curving into a soft smile before leaning up awards to press the sweetest of kisses to your lips.

His fingers pressed against your hips, pulling you even closer. “Bonjour amour, sleep well?”

You combed your fingers through his hair, smoothing out the hours of good sleep. “I always sleep well these days.”

“Me too. Almost don’t want to go back to racing… almost.” He mused, nuzzling into your neck - always at his most affectionate right after waking up. “But, I did promise Andrea that I’d get back to the gym.”

“Mhmm, can I watch? Love seeing you get all sweaty and sexy.” You teased, scratching at the nape of his neck - breath hitching in surprise as he started to press kisses against your skin. “Charles.”

“I’d say yes but you’re too distracting… I’m gonna make us some breakfast, okay?” A soft whine left your lips as he pulled away - already missing the warmth of his skin against yours. “The sooner I go, the sooner I’ll get back, amour.”

You jut your bottom lip out, Charles shaking his head with a chuckle - leaning down to kiss you before slipping into some underwear and a t-shirt, leaving you to chase the heat from his body that was escaping the duvet. His scent lingered in the sheets as you hugged them to your face for one more moment before deciding the smell of breakfast was just as tempting. You made yourself at least semi-decent before yawning and making your way down the corridor to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from your eyes so you could fully take in the sight in front of you of your beautiful man cooking you breakfast.

“Oh, I was going to bring it to you in bed.” He chuckled softly as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek against his back, enjoying his warmth.

“Smelt too good.” A soft hum left your lips. “What are you making?”

“French toast, although… I am still not sure what about it is french.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before rooting through the fridge to grab some toppings. “I’m pretty sure the Americans are to blame for that. What do you want for yours?”

“I bought some fresh berries on my way home yesterday, they should be in there. Some cream too.” He explained, wiggling the pan a little before flipping the bread with ease. The two of you stood in comfortable silence as he continued to cook and you chopped up some of the larger berries.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him glancing at you - his lips curved into a soft, pretty smile. “I can see you staring, Leclerc.”

“Only because you’re staring too, pretty girl.”

You flicked a blueberry at him, grinning as he feigned injury - grasping his bicep for a moment, dropping the spatula from the other hand onto the counter to place the back of it against his forehead in a dramatic fashion. “I’ve been shot! How will I ever make you French toast now?”

“Drama queen.” You took his hand and pried it off of his arm, the blueberry had left an almost convincing stain. “Nothing a big strong man like you can’t handle, right?”

“Mhmm, I don’t know. You might have to kiss it better.”

“Idiot.” With a gentle shake of the head, you lift the sleeve of his T-shirt and pressed a fleeting kiss to the spot the blueberry hit. “Now cook before the rest of the French toast goes cold.”

“Oui mademoiselle.”

He lent to kiss you gently once more before continuing making your breakfast and you rested against the counter to watch him, a soft smile on your face. The domestic bliss almost made you forget about the outside world, that from next week on, he would be fighting against you once again for points. Even though you were in the lead at the moment, Max between the two of you, the championship was still all to play for and as excited as you were to get back to racing, having this alone time with him was exactly what you needed.

You were feeling refreshed, loved and ready to get that title.

***

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“So, third in the Championship, when once you were in the lead… how does that feel?”

Charles' shoulders sagged a little but he caught a glimpse of you smiling away with another reporter and he took a deep breath before putting on a smile of his own. “As much as I want the championship, y/n has been absolutely nailing the last couple of months. We’re currently leading the WCC and the WDC with one of our drivers and as a team I believe that’s the best outcome.”

“Is this you giving up then? You could still win.”

He frowned a little. “Of course I’m not giving up, but as I said - y/n has been on another level. So I will continue to try my best but I guess we’ll wait and see.”

Your teammate knew he’d always been a bit of a sore loser, he hated watching others achieve what he’d always dreamed of. Being lifted up in the air as they won the championship whilst he just watched on the sidelines. But you?

Oh, but you.

Your celebrations made him feel like your wins were his - that even if he’d played no part in your winning strategy that day, you’d go out of your way to praise and thank him. Making sure he got a mighty big sip of the sickly sweet drink if you weren’t sharing the podium together. And even at his worst races, you would find even a single moment to shower him in praise for - an overtake at the start, or maintaining his tires. He never felt like you outshone him, you went out of your way to make sure his fire burned just as bright as yours.

As the two of you walked through the Spa paddock for the first race back after the break, having just broken away from your last bit of media duties that day - there was still nothing he wanted more than to get racing and get back on that top step. He had more wins in him, he knew he did, and as good as your wins felt - it would never bring him the same thrill as winning himself.

And he had to beat Max, the team hadn’t had a 1-2 in the driver’s championship since 2004 with Schumacher and Barrichello. If the two of you managed to pull it off, it would be stuff of legends - he was sure of it.

But as the Dutchman beat him once again, the dream felt like it was slipping away, and when you weren’t on the podium either - the two of you had exchanged a quiet look of concern. It had always been a silent thing that one of you had to win, but Max’s form was improving and the gap was getting tighter, the three of you so close that you could barely breathe from the amount of pressure.

You weren’t sure what you’d do if neither of you got to be WDC - after everything you’d been through together this season, it almost felt like the universe owed it to you. Whilst Charles was a little superstitious and you had a pre-race ritual, you knew that this was entirely in yours and Ferrari’s hands. They wanted this as bad as you did and they simply couldn’t afford to make any more silly strategy calls - after all, you’d won the championship much more recently than the team had.

And three world titles sure sounded nice.

And you’d finally, finally, get your name on that damn trophy. The two other wins just had THIRTY stamped out with the years of your wins, the number etched where the drivers’ signature would usually preside. There was no undoing that, it was part of yours and F1’s history now, and you were determined to make history again by being the first woman to have their name engraved into the silver.

It, however, seemed that the odds were starting to turn against you.

3rd, 8th, 4th in comparison to Max’s 1st, 1st, 1st, meant that the lead had slipped away from you by a single point. And you found yourself stepping into Singapore now in 2nd place in the championship - feeling far more defeated than you should. It was one fucking point and it infuriated you that you had let him get even a single step ahead of you. Charles could sense it in you as well. You were snippier with your crew, with him, constantly reminding them what was at stake here.

It wasn’t like you to be brash - you usually let your frustrations bubble under the surface, but now you weren’t held back by the mask, you needed to let them know how you felt. Sure you had played a part in your lack of wins but there were mistakes on their end that were just as easily avoidable.

“You have to be careful where you lose your cool, y/n.” You looked up from tying your boot at your new PR manager - she was nice enough, but still very by the book. “If people see you frustrated in the garage it won’t look good for your image.”

“Oh but when Charles is angry it gets clipped and goes viral? Yeah sure.” A soft huff left your lips as you stood up. “I’m fully aware I’m held to a different standard to them, but if I concede, that won’t change.”

“You have to earn their respect.”

That made you roll your eyes. “I’m a world champion. If that’s not enough then I don’t want it.”

She opened her mouth to retort but you pulled your helmet over your head, ready to get into the zone for the Singapore GP - it was one of the hardest tracks to race at but you knew if you won here then you’d be able to get your head back in the game. Get back on that top step and retake victory from Max. You and the team had worked so hard that you couldn’t let it all slip away - both you and Charles needed to redeem yourselves, get back to being the top team, something that had evaded Ferrari for far too long.

The sparkling lights of Singapore was the place to get back on track, it was intense and if you could prove it here - you could prove it anywhere.

You just hoped that Charles could do it too.

***

Welcome to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, the finale of a season like no other and the title deciding race for one of three future legends. Will Max Verstappen cement his legacy with back to back championship wins, joining the likes of Jim Clark and Mika Häkkinen? Will Charles Leclerc do the impossible and finally bring the crown home to the Tifosi? Or will it be y/n y/l/n, the two time world champion, who finally gets to etch her own name into the history books, and the championship trophy?

In case you’ve been living under a rock for the last nine months, here’s how we got here.

The two Ferrari drivers started off the season strong, Charles Leclerc storming off into the lead with consecutive podiums, leaving both Verstappen and, at the time, Thirty, scrambling to catch back up.

But everything was flipped on its head when Formula One’s biggest secret was revealed; two time world champion Thirty was none other than Y/n Y/l/n, and it seemed that the weight of the world was suddenly off of her shoulders following the reveal. Her fantastic race form, paired with some very interesting choices from the Ferrari pit wall meant that by the time the chequered flag waved at the Azerbaijan Grand Prix, y/n y/l/n had overtaken her teammate in the championship and the fight was truly on.

And as she continued to remind the world just what a two time world champion was capable of, the Flying Dutchman had his gaze set firmly on Leclerc. The defending champion was not about to let the season get away from him - nipping at the Monegasque driver’s heels at every chance he got. And he finally got his way when an unfortunate DNF in France meant that Leclerc had to watch 2nd place slip out of his grasp and straight into Verstappen’s hands.

Y/L/N was his next target. With only 28 points in between them, gaining the championship lead was well within Verstappen’s capabilities. Thirty was determined to keep hold of the top spot, and despite claiming victory in Hungary, it simply wasn’t enough.

Three consecutive victories for Verstappen meant that going into the Singapore Grand Prix, we had a brand new championship leader - a single point between our leaders. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, the crowd at Marina Bay filled to the brim with excitement.

Every single race watched the WDC leader bounce back and forth between the two of them. Y/n in Singapore. Max in Japan. Y/n in COTA. Back to Max in Mexico, and the Dutchman managed to keep the lead by a single point after the Brazilian Grand Prix.

But that all brings us to now. The final race of the season, the one that is to decide it all. Whilst the odds are seemingly in the favour of either the defending champion or the only female driver on the grid - we can’t call Leclerc down for the count.

If he wins with the fastest lap, and both y/n and Max finish outside the top five–or if they finish outside of the points, 3rd place with the fastest lap could secure his victory. However, with the two front runners occupying the 1st and 2nd spots on the grid for the start of the race this evening, Il Predestinato may just have to wait another year to fulfil the prophecy he wrote in 2019.

Stay with us, as the final race of the season is right up after this break.

You looked up from where you were crouching against the side of the track - gaze scanning across the red of your Ferrari as the team made their final checks before the race. Taking deep breaths, you closed your eyes and focused on your favourite music, clearing your mind of anything but the lyrics.

This was it: your moment. There was no room for mistakes, no room for fear. You simply had to win.

After one final inhale, exhale… you let your eyes flutter open and study your competitors. Max was chatting to GP, animating wildly with his hands as he spoke - the look of determination on his face was one that rivalled your own, you were sure. But he just didn’t want this as much as you did, you were certain. This was like your first WDC all over again, you needed this more than anything.

Your eyes next jumped to Charles, your teammate bouncing a little on the spot to get himself warmed up - his fireproofs still hung around his waist. Realistically, unless you and Max crashed out, he wasn’t truly in contention. He knew that. The two of you had sat for hours the previous night talking it all through.

He’d touched you so delicately, fingers tracing up and down your side - his eyes soft as he reassured you that it was going to be okay. He made you promise that you’d do everything in your power to win and you made him swear he wouldn’t damage his race just to help you. You knew he’d do anything to secure your top spot, even if it meant taking Max out - but you wanted to win on your own merit.

You couldn’t help but smile when his gaze finally met yours from his position by the car, an understanding nod shared between you before he pulled his balaclava over his head. After passing your phone and headphones to your engineer, you shook the nerves off one more time before getting the last bit of your gear on.

Max starting on pole had you at the disadvantage, but you knew what you and the car were capable of - and with the perfect strategy this race could be yours. A perfectly shiny pair of softs sat in your garage waiting for you, so managing your first set of mediums was vital. But that wouldn’t stop you wanting to get past Max as soon as possible.

And as you circled the track during the formation lap, watching the Red Bull weave back and forth - your eyes were fixated on the Oracle logo printed on the rear wing, a sight you hoped you wouldn’t be seeing for long. The two of you pulled up alongside each other on the grid, waiting for the rest of the drivers to pull up behind you and the lights count down. You could almost hear Crofty’s iconic commentary as the green flag was waved from the back of the grid.

It’s showtime.

***

“I’ve got a ****ing puncture, these tires were supposed to last me another 7 laps!”

“We’ve got to box, you’ll have to manage this next set as best you can - we might have to swap strategies.”

“No ****ing ****.”

DC - Well that’s not what our race leader wanted to hear, Martin. We predicted that Max wouldn’t be pitting until at least lap 20, but it appears some debris left on the track from the lap one contact seems to have caused some damage.

MB - I’m sure y/n will be happy to hear this! It gets her some clear air to build up a big enough gap for when it's time for her to pit - Ferrari will be hoping can re-emerge in front of Verstappen. This is not what Red Bull needs right now, if Charles finishes p2 and Max ends up outside the points, he will not only lose 1st in the championship but 2nd as well.

DC - Don’t write Max off yet, we know what the Dutchman in that RB18 is capable of. Those Ferraris have been impressive this season, but he has kept them right on their toes. Let's see where he comes out, Ted, down to you.

TK - Thanks Crofty, I can just see Max slowly trundling down the pitlane as we speak, his pit crew look ready - they know how important this stop is… and he’s off, 2.2 seconds stationary is very good but is it good enough? I guess we’ll see when we get our official round of pit stops which is predicted to be between lap 16-22 for those on a 2-stop.

DC - Amazing, thank you, Ted. Verstappen comes out P14, not ideal, nestled in behind Albon in the Williams - not someone he’s going to want to be behind for for long, as Albon is notorious for getting his elbows out, even if it's the defending champion in his rear-view mirrors.

“Where did Max come out?”

“P14, just a couple more laps and then we’ll need you to really push. Sticking to plan A, sticking to plan A.”

“Gap to Charles?”

“2.4. He’s been told to drop back so he’s not getting as much dirty air.”

DC - As far as Ferrari is concerned, getting y/n that win is definitely more important than her teammate, so it's a smart move to get him to drop back.

MB - I think it's a bit of a shame, because despite only qualifying third,he was a rocketship during practice and I’d love to see what he’s capable of today, Crofty.

DC - It's only lap 14, Martin, there’s plenty more racing to come. I’m sure Leclerc will definitely show off just what he’s capable of when Max starts to pull back through.

MB - We can only hope so.

***

DC - If you’ve only just joined us, you’ve missed quite the show in the first 43 laps of the final grand prix this season. Defending champion Max Verstappen is currently p9 after having to pit early due to a puncture and he follows teammate Carlos Sainz as they fight to catch up to the Ferraris after a spectacular pair of pit stops. The second round of pit stops for those on a two stop strategy has started, we’re led to believe that y/l/n’s final stint will be on the softs whilst the three drivers behind her will go onto the mediums.

MB - That means these next laps are super important, she needs to eek everything she can out of these hard tires and hope that Red Bull’s undercut attempt isn’t enough to put their drivers back out in front. They’re predicted to stop 2 laps before her so she’ll need to fight tooth and nail to get 22 seconds ahead of Max.

DC - You can see Max struggling with his hards, but I know RedBull are heavily relying on this undercut to work for them. Here he is, coming in now.

“Y/n, Max is boxing… give us everything those tires have left in them.”

“On it.”

DC - Now we watch on as the Ferraris try and get far enough ahead to make their strategy work. Just a reminder that most of the current top 10 have yet to pit which explains those who seem a little out of position. It seems that Charles has regained some time on his teammate and is making good use of that lovely bit of DRS.

MB - He’s playing a very smart game, there’s no point overtaking y/n right now - not when they’re both due to pit. If he plays his cards right, he could end up at the front after his stop.

DC - Ferrari needs to play this perfectly. There is still a chance for them to get a 1-2, and with Max currently working his way back through the pack it’s time for the prancing horses to do their stops. Ted, down to you.

TK - Yes, hi Crofty, y/n is currently making her way down the pit lane - this stop needs to be perfect from the Ferrari pit crew if she’s to get back out in front of Max and- Oh no! Bit slow on that left rear, 4.2 seconds stationary, not good!

DC - And here comes Max around the final corner, it’s going to be tight. Can she get to the end of the pit lane and back up to speed..? She can’t! Max Verstappen retakes the position, all the drivers in front due to pit so he has provisional P1, what a disaster for y/n y/l/n

“What the hell was that stop guys?! These tires are ****ing cold, he’s already out of DRS.”

“Copy. Sorry about that. But you’re on softs, once they’ve warmed up. You’ll get him.”

DC - And with both Charles and Carlos now in the pits - Max has the lead, and with the championship win only 9 laps away, can y/n get it back or will it be going Dutch for the second year in a row?

MB - You can almost feel the frustration in the Ferrari of Charles Leclerc, now saddled with 3rd place - and with less than 10 laps to go, it seems the championship is well and truly out of his grasp, so let’s stick with our two leading cars. Y/n is now within DRS of Max Verstappen with fresher, softer tires. I cannot wait to see how Max defends the position, we know he can make that Red Bull very wide when he needs to.

DC - It’s as if the tables have turned on him from last year - this time it’s he who is at the disadvantage and y/n y/l/n isn’t even giving him a second to breathe. She takes a peek down the inside but isn’t quite close enough this time. She’s got DRS on Verstappen, though, and is about to enter into back to back detection zones. It won’t be long until Verstappen is sweating in that Red Bull.

Max weaves off to the left to defend but it’s not enough, with newer tires and the power of DRS she steams past him! He never stood a chance, what a disaster for Max Verstappen as y/n practically gallops off into the distance with only 4 laps remaining.

MB - If he wants to make a move he’ll have to do it quickly because with a clear track ahead of her, she’ll drop him out of DRS in no time.

DC - After a slow stop, y/n y/l/n has retaken the lead of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and now with only a couple laps to go, Verstappen’s hopes have seemingly slipped away. It was always going to come down to this and despite the rocky start to the season, y/n has performed absolutely brilliantly and after years of being hidden behind her helmet - she will finally be able to carve her name into the silver of the championship trophy and truly cement herself as a legend.

First female driver. First female champion. And the youngest ever to become WDC. And now a third title can be added to the list of her achievements. It’s been a hard couple of seasons, but after 4 years - she’s back on the top step. Joining the likes of Stewart, Senna, and Lauda as she rounds the final corner of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

You can see her flying down the straight as the grandstands erupt, the Ferrari chassis sparking under the lights at Yas Marina, and with the iconic thirty on the top of her helmet, with the sport’s most iconic team, Y/n y/l/n takes the chequered flag to become a 3 time world champion!

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”

“Congratulations y/n. This is a long time coming - you did amazing out there.”

“Haha! Holy ****, I actually did it!”

You laughed with glee as you, Max and Charles did donuts together on the main straight - one of your hands in the air, holding three fingers up. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you finally climbed on top of the car, standing on the halo of your F1-75 for a moment to absorb the atmosphere, any boos completely buried by the cheers and the celebrations.

As you looked down, Charles offered you a hand - the visor of his helmet pushed up to reveal his smiling eyes. You hopped down and let him sweep you up in a hug, spinning you around as you cheered.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” He yelled, placing you back on the ground - holding your helmet in his hands. “My champion!”

“I’m proud of you. You’re next, I promise.”

He shook his head playfully. “This isn’t about me, have your moment, mon amour. I love you.”

“I love you, Charles.”

You practically squawked in shock as Max clapped his hands on your shoulders - ushering you towards the post race interviews. Both of you place your helmets on their plinths as Charles was directed away. “I should be mad, but I’m so happy for you.”

“Shame about that puncture! Worked out in my favour though.” You laughed. “Would’ve got you regardless, Max.”

“I bet you would’ve, absolute beast. I was scared Charles was gonna get me as well… Thank you for making this season unforgettable.”

You turned and hugged him tight, whilst Charles did his post race interview. “Thank you for having my back no matter what.”

He gave you one final squeeze before heading away to do his own interview. You laughed with and celebrated with the team, making sure to shake hands with Frederick Vasseur - your new boss for next year, Charles’ comment earlier in the season about him not wanting you to leave Ferrari all making sense now.

“Another one next year?” He grinned.

“You know it, boss.”

Fred gave you a pat on the back before it was your turn to stand before the masses. It was none other than Jenson Button who stood before you, massive smile on his face as you were handed a microphone.

“And here she is, ladies and gentlemen. Your 2022 World Champion!”

You waved and grinned at the crowd, relishing in the celebrations. “Thank you all so much, this feels unreal.”

“It was phenomenal watching you race today, you seemed really in your element. How are you feeling right now?”

“Overwhelmed!” You laugh, “but immensely grateful for my team, for Charles. For everyone who has stood by me throughout this season, this win is for all the little girls who were told they couldn’t do it… this win feels… so good. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain how it feels but just know this is just the beginning for me.”

He gave you a smile, his eyes soft with admiration. “Congratulations, y/n. It’s been an honour to watch you this season… I’m sure you’ve got plenty of celebrating to do so I won’t keep you much longer. One more time for y/n y/l/n, your three-time world champion!”

You grinned and blew a kiss to the crowd before heading off to get your trophy - Charles waiting in the corridor to walk to the cool-down room with you, his strong arm draped across your shoulder and a kiss pressed to your temple as you joined him at his side.

The cool-down room was surprisingly quiet, you all knew you were being filmed but the reality of your 3rd championship win was finally sinking in. You sat in your chair and held your head in your hands as the tears of joy wracked through you. Charles cooed softly and sat beside you, rubbing your back. “Amour.”

“I-I’m fine… I’m fine… just means so much.”

“It’s so deserved. You fought tooth and nail, we’re all so proud of you.”

You gave him a watery smile and gave him a gentle hug. “Thank you… sorry, didn’t mean to get so emotional.”

“It’s alright, 3 championships is a fantastic achievement… you’re allowed to be emotional.” Max chimed in, giving you an award winning smile, crouching a little in front of you. “And it’s the first time your name is paired with it, it’s a lot.”

“I’m so glad it’s you two here with me. My biggest fans.” You grinned, a teasing lilt to your voice.

A giggle escaped you as Max shoved your shoulder lightly, the moment interrupted when you were all beckoned to the podium.

You had a small moment alone as Charles and Max stepped out to claim their positions.

At the start of the year, you were anonymous. And now you were free, you were world champion and you couldn’t forget how Ferrari’s masterplan to keep you a secret backfired in the worst way and now you had the most beautiful caring boyfriend any woman could ask for.

And as the cheers erupted when you stepped out in front of the crowds, you could’ve sworn you felt your cheeks split with how big your smile was. You could feel the shift, they loved you. You had proved to them once and for all that you were worthy of not only this title but the ones before it.

The top step felt like a cloud beneath your feet, the trophy felt like part of you that had been missing - finally reunited. The cool silver beneath your skin gleamed in the bright lights as you lifted it high, the whole world’s eyes were on you at that moment.

As your national anthem played, your trophy now perched by your feet, hat clasped behind your back - you snuck a glance at Charles. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, a gentle smile on his face, and he cautiously reached out for you as the Italian anthem began to fill the air.

You reached out and let your fingers link with his, your smile matching his own.

I love you. He mouthed, eyes flickering behind you for a moment but before you could react - cold liquid was poured down the neck of your race suit, laughter filling your ears. You glared at Charles for distracting you before spraying him down with your own bottle and quickly turning to get revenge on Max. It really felt like the three of you were kids again, hosing each other down with sparkling water and chasing each other around.

And as you all clambered onto the top step, Max nearly lost his balance until you hauled him up beside you. Your race suit was sticky and your entire body ached post-race but you didn’t even care - the roaring red of the crowd below filled your ears as you lifted your trophy one more time.

As soon as you stepped away from the prying eyes of the world, Charles pressed a searing kiss to your lips - both hands cold as they held your cheeks. You smiled into it - letting your arms wrap around him in return. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his lips curved into a cheeky smile.

“...so, wanna do this all again next year?”

You grinned and kissed him again. “Absolutely.”

And there you have it, after 23 absolutely thrilling races - the 2022 season comes to a close and Ferrari’s own Y/n y/l/n is our world champion. Ferrari didn’t quite get that 1-2 finish they fought so hard for, but the fight for the top has never been closer and with 2023 just over three months away, we cannot wait to see what happens next.

So whether you’re a Tifosi shouting from the rooftops or a Redbull fan who is desperate for a fresh start, we cannot wait for you to join us again next year.

Thank you for joining us, see you again soon.

***

And that’s it! Thank you all so much for your continued support and I know she’ll tell me off for doing this but a super duper big thank u to my wonderful mack and cheese @formulaforza for proof reading and helping me to organise my thoughts ❤️ appreciate you so much x

Taking a break from long form fics for a while, will probably be reopening my requests in the next week or so

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top 5 supergirl episodes?

full disclosure i haven't seen the entirety of supergirl (ive literally only seen like 7 eps & its all season 1) so this list will probably change over time (bc im starting to painstakingly watch the show - imagine slowburn but watching a series) however ive watched like a ridiculous amount of supercorp edits so im going to base my choices on the parts where supercorp exist ha!

5. Season 1 - Red Faced

this would probably be the only none supercorp related yet still somehow my personal fave for a few reasons. i love this scene in particular bc it shows that cat grant cares for kara and what cat says here is very relatable. no matter how harsh cat can be at times, cat was a girl's girl here. she gave an advice which was helpful to both supergirl and kara. she had every right to rip kara viciously apart but instead she took a completely different route. i like the line she says here.

"You really need to figure out what's really bothering you." "You really need to find that anger behind the anger. And you really need to figure out what's really making you mad."

i think this was also the ep where kara acknowledged where some of the anger was coming from. even with zero dialogue and with mel's incredible acting skills she was able to convey so much emotions during that scene where she releases all her anger towards the red tornato. From losing her parents, losing her planet —her home, for losing everything and maybe even angry with her parents for the choices they made for her. it was such an incredible and very emotional scene.

im putting the rest in read more bc of how unnecessarily long this post has become

4. Season 2 - "The Adventures of Supergirl"

this should be easy. this was the first time kara met lena and changed the trajectory of every queer person watching this show and lena first delivered the first of many many questionably fruity (gay) lines fjlkajdla

"You couldn't have fooled me."

also bc of this scene thank you very much

3. Season 2 - "Luthors"

if there is one particular scene that convinced me to even give supergirl the time of day its obvs this one and lena "suspiciously straight" luthor delivered one of the most iconic lines on television in my opinion and now forever engraved in my mind. let's not forget lcorp CEO lena luthor took the time of day to fill catco employee kara danver's office with flowers like it's a regular tuesday but oh well

"now you'll have someone to stand up for you. always" "supergirl might have saved me but kara danvers, you are my hero."

screaming, crying, throwing up

2. Season 2 - "Exodus"

tada! i mean, look at it! how heroic! i also find it funny how grateful and confused lena was that kara danvers was having coffee with supergirl late at night but still

Season 2 - Ace Reporter

so this isnt at all groundbreaking bc honestly, 5 isn't enough and anything that has supercorp will be my favorite even though again i havent seen the rest of supergirl yet but we're ignoring canon so we're ignoring that fact too. i think this was the ep where kara was comforting lean about jack's death. i personally have a love and hate relationship towards this scene for many reasons but im a sucker for supercorp and there was a clip where kara hesitated and looked like she was about to plant a kiss on lena's head but then hugged her instead and i think its beautiful and im a sucker for kara leaning in towards lena

BONUS:

im too lazy to figure out where these clips are from which episode but this. i love every scene and its more like these below are my reasons for watching supergirl and has nothing to do with being my top 5 bwahaha

oh did i mention i also happen to have a weird obsession with superrojas i will not rest until i reach the ep where andrea rojas exist

#jessanswers #kiarrahatesboyss #okay im done this was such a fucking mess tbh #but yes #supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #andrea rojas #sam arias #oh none of the gifs are mine

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Fic-heaven's

COD masterlist

Pick your drink=>

Feel free to request anything

Ghost (Simon Riley)

All for a pair of tits / part2 n.fw

Distant memory [AOT AU]

Good lucks kiss

Brown eyes (+Gus)

Jealous much? (+Price)

Last confessions

Soap (John Mactavish)

Nutella Doughnut

Friends doing friends things (messy unedited) n.fw

Price (John Price)

Jealous much? (+Ghost)

Reyes (Enzo Reyes)

Was it that hard to say? n.fw

Make it a twenty. n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Gus (Gustavo Rodríguez)

Fangs [masterlist] n.fw

I will try n.fw

Brown eyes (+Ghost)

Ice cream incident.

That one Halloween party (1.)

All I want for Christmas is you.

Fruta del pecado [masterlist] n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

König (Andreas Dobler)

Say my name (1. 2. 3.) n.fw

Nova (Nila Brown)

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Graves (Phillip Graves)

But you belong to me.

#call of duty modern warfare #ghost x reader #cod #gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #mi osito gordito #call of duty #gus x reader #simon ghost riley #john price x reader #soap x reader #phillip graves x reader #könig x reader #enzo reyes x reader #gustavo rodriguez x reader #call of duty nova #masterlist

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reyla-the-black-wolf · 13 days

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My heart speaks for you (Part 4)

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Pairing: Eris x f!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: angst; panic attack; ⚠️ slight description of self harm; anxiety; self-doubt; a bit of fluff

Summary: Y/n is the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court and lives a slightly different life than the rest of her family. But what happens, when an unexpected visitor enters the stage and decides to completely change her life?

Music:

Way down we go - Kaleo

Broken - Isak Danielson

Don´t blame me - Taylor Swift

Eden für Dich - Andreas Bourani

Part 1 ⎮Part 2⎮Part 3⎮Part 4⎮

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The opposite of good is good intentions.

I had once read this in a book of mine and it has stuck with me ever since. Because it´s true, at least most of the time. People do heroic and brave things. Tragic and beautiful things. But most of the time, in my experience, they do incredibly stupid things, even if they mean no harm. And in my life, that quote is more apt than ever.

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I couldn´t describe my bliss as I lay in the soft grass of the clearing, the birds happily chirping and the sun beating down on me. My skin prickled at the pleasant temperature and a contented smile played across my face. I turned my head to see Eris beside me, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. His hair was spread around his features like a halo of flames and his fingers were wrapped around mine, gently stroking his thumb over the back of my hand.

One month had passed since we met on the border of Autumn. We had seen each other several times since then and had decided it was too risky to meet in Velaris because of my parents. So every time I met him here, he had shown me something new. Either a new part of this magnificent forest, a glistening lake of crystalline water or a small cottage hidden deep in the autumnal woods. Once we even encountered a family of badgers playing with their young.

And with each visit, I felt myself falling more for Eris. With every smile he gave me and every `conversation´ we held. With every look into his honey-kissed eyes and every featherlight touch we shared. I´d never felt so connected to anyone before, whether it was the bond or not didn´t matter. He felt like home. Like reading by the fireside. Like him wrapping his arms around me from behind. It felt like burning whiskey every time we stared at each other and like silken sheets beneath me as his hands explored my body.

He always made sure his brothers, or gods forbid his father, didn´t find out about our little affairs. And every time we said goodbye, he gifted me with something new. A pair of emerald earrings, or a leather-bound notebook with ornate letters engraved. No matter what he chose, he never failed to surprise me.

On the other hand, I made sure that my family didn´t find out that I had broken our agreement, a second time. Which in turn resulted in me covering up my scent when I came home from a visit, or sneaking around the River House. And so far, no one has found out or suspected anything yet. My life couldn´t be any better these days. I´ve got the freedom I wanted and I´m sharing it with someone I can be myself with.

But as the saying goes - pride goes before the fall. So as I lay here, relishing this delightful moment, my fingers wrapped in Eris´, I had no idea what was happening back in Velaris.

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Rhysand´s Pov

Cauldron, this child! Where is she?

Five minutes ago I was sitting in my office, signing some papers, mostly administrative matters for the maintenance of older buildings in Velaris, and now I´m winnowing through my house in search of my wife and daughter.

Feyre had told me through the bond that y/n was nowhere to be found, and Nyx hadn´t seen her either. Even her friends denied seeing her in the last few hours, and neither was she in her room. Panic rose in me with every passing minute and my blood was boiling. I nearly broke down the door to my daughters room when I arrived, only to find Feyre standing in the middle of it, completely lost. „She´s not responding to me. Her mind is shut off, Rhys. I-I can´t reach her…“ „Ssh.. I know, I tried too.“ I instinctively pulled her into my arms and tried to comfort her, drawing soothing circles over her hips. „We will find y/n and make sure she´s all right.“ A long kiss and I felt Feyre relax a little in my embrace. „I´ve sent Cassian and Az to look for her, okay? We will find her, please do not worry too much my love.“ I reassured her, kissing the top of her head. After a moment of silence, my mate sighed. „Do you think…?“ She hesitated, so I put as much love into my tone as I could. „What, Feyre darling? Speak to me.“ „Do you think she went to see Eris?“ A sharp breath pierced my lungs at that question, cutting them open from the inside. That explained why my wife was asking so carefully.

„I know she promised us not to meet him, but he´s still her mate, at least in some way.“ She studied me like a hawk, waiting for my reaction. The thought that my daughter might have met this cruel Fae sent shivers down my spine and darkness rushed through my veins, ready to strike at any moment. „I certainly hope not. Despite the fact that he´s her mate.“ Deep breath. In and out. „But perhaps I have an idea how to find out where she is.“ Feyre raised an eyebrow in question and I explained.

Two minutes later, my wife shot me another one of her „you´re-out-of-your-mind“ looks.

„Rhys, I don´t think we should do this.“ „Darling, we can´t find our daughter. Maybe we can find some clues, about what is going on, in her room.“ „I understand what you mean, but if we go through her stuff, it could have some harsh consequences for us.“ She gave me an uncertain look. „Y/n won´t be too happy about us snooping through her personal things.“ „I´m not afraid of what follows our actions as long as Y/n is safe.“ Feyre still wasn´t particularly fond of my idea, but it didn´t take her long to join me and help me search through our daughters room.

I started at my daughter´s desk, opening drawers, unfolding letters and endless papers. A golden quill rolled from the hardwood table to the floor, making a knocking sound. At that exact second, a known feeling crept into my chest, making my heart feel to heavy. Guilt. I knew what I was doing wasn´t fair or right, but if the safety of my children was at stake, I would kill for them.

Shoving that feeling away, I continued to look around her nightstand and bed. Have you found anything suspicious? No, not yet, Feyre replied through our mating bond. Frustration began to set in and sinister little tendrils began to linger in the corners of the room.

Even after 20 minutes we hadn´t found anything. Not a single hint. „Rhys.“ I turned my head to look into my wife´s beautiful eyes. „Feyre.“ I sighed. „We should stop.“ She cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. „I mean, look around. We turned the entire room upside down. The desk, the wardrobe, even her bathroom.“ „I just want to know that y/n is doing well.“ I sighed deeply again and closed my eyes. „I know you love her, but she´s not your little princess anymore. You can´t control her life forever.“ Instinctively, a low growl escaped my throat and Feyre just gave me a sad smile.

„Anything from Cassian or Azriel maybe?“ I only shook my head no. „Then all we can do is wait for her to return from wherever she is.“ Tears lingered at the edges of her sky-blue eyes as I watched her. „Maybe you´re..." Something caught my eye.

A night-blue trunk lay under the bed, slightly hidden by the covers hanging from the bed frame. My dark tendrils pulled it out, pushing it towards us and I opened it.

I had really hoped that y/n would keep her promise this time. That she would listen to us, her parents, and not meet this man, but apparently she didn´t.

Jewellery, letters, quills and books lay now scattered on her desk as Feyre and I just stood there, staring at the things in front of us. Everything smelled of him, causing me to crinkle my nose in disgust. My fury mixed with the fear and anger of my mate as a wave of darkness shook the room. It broke free and tore the letters and books apart. It yanked open the windows and tugged the curtains against their anchors in the wall. Even the sun suddenly seemed to hide behind grey clouds, casting an ominous light on the room. „Rhys. Please look at me.“ Soft, gentle fingers turned me towards my mate. Rage seethed inside me like a volcano, but only then did I notice my darkness settling on the floor as a silhouette stepped through it.

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Y/N´s Pov

As wonderful as the date with Eris had been, I couldn´t have imagined what awaited me at home. Dark, slender tendrils swirled around my body as I winnowed into my room, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Suddenly I almost fell as I took a step forward. Cauldron, what had happened here? Books, clothes, pillows and other things lay strewn and destroyed on my bedroom floor, making it look like some kind of battlefield. I knew it was my father´s power, but what had caused him to cast his darkness upon my belongings? Eventually it faded into the corners of my room and when I turned around, two figures stood in front of me. Shit.

My father´s fierce gaze burned into my skin, probably leaving scars as well. I swallowed hard. What could have made him so furious? Had he...? Had he found out? Hopefully not. „At moments like this, I wish you could talk.“ An invisible blade pierced my heart at his words.

His voice seethed with rage and disappointment, his violet eyes cold and hard as stone when I dared to look at them. „You were with him!“ A bolt of lightning shot through me as he said it, filling my eyes with tears. Only then did I recognise the torn letters, books and jewellery on my desk. He knows. He knows, little bird. What are you going to do now? My inner critic and dark thoughts immediately flooded my mind. Shaking, I opened my mouth as if to speak and explain myself, but I couldn´t. Even if I did, I wouldn´t have the chance.

„I don´t want to know. I don´t want to hear any more promises or excuses from you, daughter!“ My father spat out the last word as if he didn´t have a daughter. „Rhys.“ My mother tried to interrupt, but... „No! I´ve had enough of her behaviour!“ The tension nearly suffocated me and a wince escaped my lips as white pain shot through my whole being. Heavy footsteps stomped towards me, causing the floorboards to creak, but I didn´t hear them. Everything felt too suffocating. Waves were trying to pull me under. Stop... please... The wind picked up and the first raindrops hit the ground. Curtains and windows rattled against the oncoming storm, a perfectly malicious portrayal of my father´s ire. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. „Fine, if you don´t care to protect yourself from this man, so be it. But don´t expect me to do the same.“ I don´t need your protection! It all felt so terribly wrong.

„No more meetings with the Autumn Heir. No more writing letters, hiding things, or any other communication with him, do you hear me?!“ He said, standing directly in front of me, his breath hovering over my cheeks as burning tears began to stream down my face, obscuring my vision. „You will not leave this room until I say so, is that clear?!“ His voice rang in my ears. „Rhys, stop!“ „And don´t even try to sneak out. I have put up wards around your room. This time I will find you, young lady!“ He snapped, simply shutting down my mother´s attempt to intervene. My heart shattered into a million pieces and I couldn´t hold back any longer. My tears flowed like a steady river over my features and I opened my mouth again, but nothing came out. He is my mate! You can´t keep me locked up like a prisoner! I´m your daughter! Please! I wanted to shout at him. I wanted to beg him to overthink this. „Don´t even try to speak, dear. We both know you can´t.“ Another slash of his blade. He turned his back on me as he grabbed my mother´s forearm and pulled her towards the door. „Rhysand! You can´t lock her up! She´s your grown daughter!“ My mother pleaded as she was dragged forward. „I won´t if she starts acting like my grown daughter.“ His tone was cold and his decision final. My chest tightened dangerously and I could no longer stifle my sobs. Just before he closed the door, my mother already in the hallway, he stopped and looked at me. „I thought I could trust you.“ He shook his head and closed the door, taking his darkness with him.

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Caution! ⚠️ The next part describes a panic attack and mentions of self harm as well as self-doubt, dark thoughts, etc. This can be a sensitive topic and trigger for some people, so please don´t read on from here, if you don´t like to. Take care of yourself! 🤍

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My feet were cold as I slammed my fists against the door for I don´t know how long. Let me out! Let me out! My vision was blurred and I sank to the floor with bruised knuckles. The all- consuming emptiness was back. The beast without a name. But like so many times before in my sleep, this time it was real. Everything that had happened was real, even if my brain didn´t want to believe it. The walls drew closer, caged me in, made me feel small and yet everything inside me rebelled.

And everything was gone. All the letters and books. All his scent. My father destroyed them. Only the scant remains of them lay discarded on the floor, and seeing them made me feel even more lost and alone. You´re all alone, little bird. You´re weak, little bird. You deserve it, little bird. My demons ate me alive. Piece by piece. Thought by thought. Stop, I begged them. Shut it! But they wouldn´t listen. I had to shut them out of my mind. It was to dark and I couldn´t see. My mouth felt horribly dry and my clothes too rough on my skin.

I have to get to him! I need him! Eris!

My bones were aching and my eyes were swollen red as I braced myself on shaky arms. My hands began to rip at my hair and my nails began to scratch across my skin, leaving red marks.

Eris! Eris!

I lost control of myself as I tried to silence my thoughts and couldn´t stop. Couldn´t control my despair as whimpers and cries escaped my lips. A lump formed in the back of my throat as I clenched a fist and slammed it against the wall.

One. Two. Three.

Three times I struck the stone wall. The sound of it echoing through the air.

Again. And again.

With every punch, my wrath grew. With each strike, I felt my magic pounding in my veins. It´s too much! My thoughts were an all-devouring storm of shadows and my ears were ringing.

You messed up! It´s your fault! Always the good little princess, aren´t you?! What will Eris think?! You´re a terrible daughter! Don´t lock me up! Break the wards! Let it all out! Do it!

And with that, the lump in the back of my throat finally loosened. My entire body began to shake as a gut-wrenching scream left my soul, brutally ripping it in half. A wave of pressure rolled through the room and the rumble of thunder echoed outside, while the rain began pouring into my room. Quills rolled off my desk and loose parchment flew around as a roaring wind burst through the room, causing my tangled hair to flutter around my face. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as the storm outside roared alongside me. And then it was over.

Hot tears were still streaming down my cheeks and my throat was sore as exhaustion took over my body and I closed my eyes for a moment, barely holding myself up. Was this possible? Had I just...? The wards were entirely gone. I really had broken my father´s wards with the magic I had inherited from him. How ironic.

When I opened my eyes again, the demons in my head were gone, because all I could think about now was him. Eris.

I didn´t care if it made my parents even angrier with me, but I wasn´t staying here any longer. I had to get out of here. And I knew where to go.

My father might have destroyed Eris´s letters, jewellery and books, but he had forgotten two things. The amulet Eris had gifted me after my first visit to his court, and my notebook, filled with notes and our `conversations´. My fingers trembled as I pulled the amulet from under my white linen shirt. Carefully, I brushed my thumb across the gemstone in the centre and a single tear fell. Please work... please.

I brushed my fingers over the cool stone, brought it to my lips and kissed it as more tears rolled down. And suddenly the crystal began to glow a deep orange, like a burning ember. I stared at it with wide eyes, knowing Eris had listened to my pleas.

Without thinking, I stood up on wobbly legs and tucked the necklace back under my shirt. One last look around my chaotic bedroom and in the next second I winnowed to the Autumn Court.

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It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing through the treetops, playing with the autumn leaves as I arrived under the birch tree. Our meeting point. The forest ground was muddy and my hair was soaked with rain. Everything in me screamed for him as I paced, waiting for Eris to appear between the trees. And just as I was thinking about him, a rustle in the bushes made me turn around to see a tall figure standing a few yards away from me. His usually fiery hair was as wet as mine, and his fine clothes were completely soaked. I felt his gaze on me, my bruised hands and my thin clothes from earlier.

But what was going to happen next was something I hadn´t been prepared for in my entire life.

As soon as I looked into his warm amber eyes, a thousand suns exploded around us. A golden thread spread in my chest, warming my soul and tickling my skin. It shone and sparkled as brightly as possible. I could almost see it woven between him and I. My breath caught and my eyes widened, tearing even more.

It had snapped. The mating bond had finally snapped for me.

And it felt like absolute heaven. I felt... I could feel him. In my soul. In my body. In my bones. And it felt like home. And I knew that he felt it too.

He was about to take a step forward, but I was faster. My feet moved on their own as I ran towards him, practically leaping into his strong arms so that he held me tightly against his chest. Never wanting me to leave his side ever again.

There we stood. In the middle of the autumn forest, showered with the tears of the gods. The wind roared around us, tossing leaves that seemed to dance in celebration to the rhythm of the storm. It must have looked quite magical.

I tilted my head to look up at Eris and met his gaze. His eyes shone as bright as the mating bond. Glowing like a thousand fires on a stormy night. He looked from my eyes to my lips and back again. My cheeks heated, despite the rain pouring down on us, and I noticed the raw desire in his gaze, which only fuelled the fire in my own.

So he closed the gap between us. His lips met mine with such force that I placed my hands around his neck and ran my fingers through his wet hair. The stars and the sun collided and a shudder ran through our bodies. This kiss was anything but tender. It was passionate and rough. Sensual and devouring as we couldn´t get enough of each other. His tongue darted out to slide into my mouth and his taste... Gods, his taste was liquid gold on my tongue as his hands ran up and down my back. I couldn´t help but groan as he pulled me impossibly closer by my waist.

But after a while my lungs were screaming for air so I pulled away from the heated kiss, completely flushed and with swollen lips. Both of us were breathing heavily as we locked eyes. „I can lose everything, but not you... Oh gods, not you.“ He confessed with a trembling in his voice as his hands moved to my neck to hold me gently and tears welled up in his eyes. Sensing his distress through the bond, I gently wiped the raindrops from his cheeks with my thumbs and gave him a the most loving smile. And then I did something I thought I would never do.

„You will never lose me, Eris.“ I said and kissed him again.

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A/N: No offence to Rhysand, but someone had to be the bad guy, I'm (not) sorry 🙃 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I´m planning about two or three more, so stay tuned! Bye 😙

Taglist:

@tele86 @circe143 @impossibelle @st4r-girl-official @cherry-cin @lilah-asteria @babypeapoddd @kdawgiedawg

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fandom #eris vanserra #eris x reader #angst #self h@rm #self doubt #chapter 4

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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Painted Fires Burn Brightly (3) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

A/n: wow a fic that doesn't involve women's football? i am shocked... but also I want to work on like five football fics at once so it's chaos here in my little corner.

Summary: You have inspiration for the first time since Amelia Shepherd broke your heart and threw you into a wall of artist's block. But who knows if the fire between you and Andy will burn out or become an eternal flame?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you matter.

Previously...

Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly before you smiled a little, "ciao, fiamma."

Andy Herrera stammered for a moment before smiling, "hi, are you free?"

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"Lunch with my baby brother and angioletta of a baby sister was okay, by the way, I know you haven't met them yet."

"What does angioletta mean?" Maya enquired, leaving Andy to pause as she listened for the meaning of the Italian word.

"Little angel." Carina smiled, resting her hands on Maya's hips as she leaned in for a kiss.

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"I'd call you some Italian name in response, but I only know fiamma, and angioletta..." Andy admitted as you let her inside, taking a sip of your drink as Andy spoke.

All it took was hearing angioletta for you to spit your drink, covering your face as Andy's eyes widened.

"Whoah, you okay?"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, my sister calls me angioletta, fiamma." You explained, wiping your face with a piece of kitchen towel before drying where you had spat your drink.

Andy frowned as she processed what you just said, her jaw clenched as she stared at you, eyes glancing over your features.

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"Wait, wait, your sister, your sister wouldn't happen to be Doctor Carina DeLuca, who is dating Maya Bishop, a fellow firefighter at Station 19?" Andy asked, her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow, waiting for a response.

"Well, I haven't met Maya yet, but Carina is my older sister. I'm sorry we didn't discuss it, we were a bit busy after leaving the bar, and it's not exactly pillowtalk." You admitted, pulling into yourself as Andy's eyes softened, her fire qwelling as she realised how insecure you were after everything.

"You're the youngest?" Andy toed the line onto another topic, gently stepping forwards to pry your fingers from where they were clawed into your arms.

"Yeah, after what our father did, our mother left with Andrea and myself to America, Carina stayed in Italy with him. I was little, so I barely remembered Italy. I begged and begged my mama to take me when she would go visit papa and Carina, and she did. I stayed and completed my undergrad there, got dual citizenship and came back to America for my master's degree." You explained, staring at your shoes as you spoke, tensing slightly as Andy stepped closer, her hand under your chin to coax you into looking at her.

"What your father did?" Andy gently prodded, feeling you lean into her hand as it cupped your cheek.

"Bipolar disorder. Our father was a renowned surgeon, but he operated during a manic state on seven people, four died. Our father got away with it because of his connections, but mama left him, and took me and Andrea with her, Carina stayed." You explained, glancing away as you took a breath.

"They worry about me. They thought I was developing it at one point, but I'm fine. I saw a doctor and a psychiatrist in case, because they scared me, but I don't have it. Carina worries for my brother now, but she checks up on us both." You brushed away a tear before it could parade down your cheek, mumbling apologies and swear words in Italian before Andy intervened.

"It's okay, they said you're okay, so it's okay. I'm sorry I asked so many questions, I just, I panicked, can you imagine how your sister would react to this? And Maya? She already had this shit-eating grin after I told her I had earth-shattering sex with an Italian girl, what happens when she finds out it was her girlfriend's baby sister?"

The smirk on your face was intolerable as Andy covered your mouth with her hand.

"Please tell me you didn't actually use the word 'earth-shattering' because... now I feel dirty, what if my sister found out you said that?" You grimaced, watching as Andy gently removed her hand from your mouth so you could speak.

"God, I have no idea if Maya... she overheard, your sister knows I found an Italian lover who called me fiamma." Andy realised as your eyes widened.

"Yeah, I'm not going to hear the end of this from her, especially after..." You trailed off, looking over at the canvas on the coffee table with sorrow in your eyes.

"Your last heartbreak?"

"Yeah, when Carina told me what was going on, I begged her to get rid of everything, every little piece of inspiration. I found that one behind a bedside table, and called her to get rid of it, like the others. I can't even go have lunch with my siblings at Grey Sloan because she tries to come over and talk to me. It's... ugh, I want to paint my emotions away." You replied, heading towards your studio/the spare room when Andy caught your hand, smiling as you tilted your head in question.

///

Carina didn't expect to see a voicemail from you after checking her phone. She helped a mother deliver her baby a while ago and was now going to get the resident to update the chart when her phone buzzed.

"Carina, hey, what's going on?"

"Y/n found another of the canvases that remind them of Amelia. I'm going to go see if she is okay, and remove the canvas." Carina explained as Andrew hurried over, spotting Carina grabbing her bag.

"Wait, Y/n dropped one of their paint tubes when she ran at lunch. Here. Uh, I think the cap was a bit loose." Andrew replied, flicking his fingers as the luminous green paint coated his fingertips.

Carina murmured a mix of a thank you and a swear word in Italian under her breath as Andrew passed her the metal tube of paint, holding it daintly until she could wrap it in some tissue, green paint in her bag wasn't something she wanted to clean up.

///

"This is what you've been working on?" Andy turned her head from where the two of you had been leaning in, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Uh, yeah, since you left this morning. I take my travel bundle with me when I go out too. I have some older stuff if you want to see, before she who we don't talk about by name entered my life?" You offered, heading over to the wardrobe, Andy's eyes following your figure as you began to rummage through the bottom of the wardrobe.

Holding the chosen sketchbook up with pride, your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up as you noticed how Andy was looking at you, that small smirk on her face making your stomach dance with butterflies.

///

"Before we met, I think maybe, before Maya even met Carina, my best friend from my childhood, he died. He jumped in front of a bullet for me, this kid, Milo, he didn't know the gun was real, he just wanted to play cops and roobers. I threw myself into work." Andy divulged part of her past to you one night, her fingers drawing patterns over your collarbone as your chin rested on the crown of her head, holding each other in the darkness.

///

Time had passed since you met Andy Herrera in that bar, starting a relationship. Neither of you regretted it, but the two of you were hiding from Maya and Carina.

Your brother knew. He could tell that the light in your eyes had returned, but the light was more like a fire, and your art was beginning a surplus that had you developing more than a portfolio.

When Andy found out her dad's cancer was back, she ran to you. Allowing you to gently hold her in your arms, running your fingers over her skin and listening to her recall story after story about her father, who had maybe six months to live.

"I met him, I think I met him before I met Maya actually. I was looking for Carina at your firehouse, you were all out on a call. He let me take some photos for my artwork. He was kind. Some people don't think art is a worthwhile thing... your father is amazing, fiamma."

///

"Shall I call in sick?" Andy enquired, leaning into you as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you closer.

"You and Sullivan still tense?" you hummed, feeling Andy bury a groan in your shoulder.

"Plus everything else? You are my saving grace, my angioletta." Andy smirked as you made a grumbling noise.

"Do you have to use my family's nickname for me when we're naked in bed together?"

///

"I talked about you in therapy today." Andy admitted when she got home from shift one day, finding you with charcoal all over your hands and slightly on your face, working on a piece of paper stretched over a board.

"Did it help?"

"You're my saving grace. Even the therapist could tell." Andy replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek before spotting the charcoal smeared on your face.

"We also talked about salsa dancing."

"I would like to see this salsa dancing of yours, y'know. I don't know how to dance but... I'm scared I'll stand on your toes." You confessed, pausing as Andy started to wipe at your face.

"How about, I show you a little after we get this charcoal off your face?"

///

"Don't you have that hike with Jack Gibson today?" You enquired, gesturing to Andy's phone as she drove you to where she wanted to meet her father for breakfast. With you. She was taking you to meet her father.

"I'll text him, if you still want to go?"

"You sure your dad will even like me?" You paused, hesitant but Andy reached over to stroke your cheek after parking the car.

"I adore you, and it's not like he can tell me not to crap where I eat this time, you only wait outside the firehouse to see me or if Carina's not answering her phone."

"Yeah I've walked in on Maya and Carina enough times to say that if Carina's not answering her phone, she's involved in someone's vagina... Maya's, or a pregnant patient..." You grimaced at what you were saying, but Andy wasn't able to hold back her laughter as the two of you walked into the cafe, not seeing how Pruitt was watching, seeing how you two were holding hands and grinning.

He didn't mention it at the time, but admitted later, the two of you looked at each other like there were stars in your eyes. Like you each hung the moon. He didn't mention though, how you two were a better match in his eyes, than Andy and Sullivan could ever be.

///

"Wait, so you're related to Carina?" Jack enquired, turning his head to acknowledge you as you hiked behind him and Andy.

"She's my big sister."

"Have you met Maya yet?" Jack asked his next question, glancing between you and Andy in thought.

"Yeah, I walked in on them, then Carina invited me and Andrew, my big brother, over for dinner with her and Maya. She's very competitive, only time my brother and I won any games was when we played an Italian one."

///

"Andy's never home. She's seeing someone, she wouldn't tell me before but I went on a hike with her and Carina's little sister earlier. Pretty sure it's her."

"I guess both Maya and Andy like Italians?" Miller replied, before his phone buzzed in sync with Jack and Vic's.

A four alarm fire turning into a five alarm.

///

"Fiamma... it's a beautiful day to save lives." You paused as Andy dropped you off on the street to walk home, away from the five alarm fire she had to attend to. Andy didn't know the reference but she nodded, love in her eyes as she headed away.

Andy didn't know the reference because you knew it from the surgical videos you watched with your brother when he was studying for his residency. He may be going into general surgery, but Derek Shepherd was almost a god in neurosurgery.

///

You didn't know what had happened at the storage unit fire until Andy was stood on your doorstep, tears running down her face.

Twenty bells were being rang that night, for a fallen firefighter. Andy's father, Pruitt Herrera had died venting a roof to save his team, to save his daughter.

///

Andy's gasp roused you from your sleep, sitting up immediately to check on her.

"Fiamma?"

"Whatever Warren gave me, it gives me crazy dreams." Andy wiped at her eyes, before shuffling into your arms, resting her head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through her hair.

"The only thing that's okay about any of this, is that he went out his way. Dixon doesn't get to make that a bad thing." Andy whispered, closing her eyes whilst yours lingered on a box sat across the room.

The cremated remains of Pruitt Herrera.

///

"Um... Vic wants to talk to you?" Andy passed you the phone, having found you standing over a large board of stretched paper, sketching out something.

"Sure? I've met her once- hi, Vic... yes I have that skill, when do you want me? As soon as possible? Right, okay, give me half an hour." Your eyebrows were nearly in your hairline as Andy managed to muster up enough energy to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Vic needs some help with some stuff, will you be okay if I go out for a bit? There's lunch in the fridge if you're up to eating, fiamma." Kissing Andy's forehead as she nodded. You would be back as soon as you could be.

///

"What did I just walk in on?" You raised an eyebrow, walking into Station 19 to spot Travis topless, in USA flag shorts, a USA flag top hat and his firefighter boots.

"He's July. For the calendar." Vic explained, holding back a laugh as you blinked several times.

"Isn't that rather objectifying?"

"See! I told you!" Travis gestured to you, reminding him of his comment earlier about feeling like a piece of meat.

///

"Okay, hold there, then whip your hat off like you're celebrating!" You instructed Travis as you and Vic worked on photographing him hanging onto the fire pole that was located in the station.

///

You were home before Andy woke up, promising Vic you would come back later when Dixon wasn't roaming around being an asshole.

///

"What is that arm doing? Where is Baby DeLuca? She's way better at instructing poses than you are!" Travis grumbled as he and Vic tried to photograph Maya for the calendar.

///

"I'm an orphan... I'm an orphan." Andy muttered to herself, her head lulling side to side before she met your eyes, "I'm an orphan."

"You've got me." You whispered back, offering Andy your hand to take.

"Do you talk to your dad?" Andy enquired, but you hid a grimace at the idea of talking to your father.

"Only Carina does. Andrew did, but he used him to try speed-run a medical experiment thing, so our father went back to Italy angry. I don't really know him, and what I do know... your father will always be a better father than mine."

///

Your phone buzzed with a message from Vic, asking how you would describe each pose for the remaining months of the calendar. Andy's head rested on your shoulder as she slept, leaving you to type out your message with your free hand, sending Vic enough details so she could formulate a decent fundraising calendar for Pruitt.

///

"What is that? Oh my god, did you all do one?" Andy raised an eyebrow, looking at the fundraising calendar photo of Maya.

"It was all Hughes' idea!" Travis blurted out, before blurting out the rest, "Vic got Baby DeLuca to help too!"

"Baby DeLuca?" Maya raised an eyebrow, unaware of how well the firehouse knew you, whilst Andy smiled at the calendar, flicking through the pages.

///

"Where were you going stir crazy? You haven't been home lately..." Jack began, leaving Andy to sigh.

"It's complicated."

"It's usually just an address." Jack chuckled, but Andy sighed again, biting her lip.

"You've met her. We just haven't told Maya... or my girlfriend's older sister, who Maya happens to be dating, that we're dating. I've been staying at her's, she's my saving grace." Andy confessed, not meeting Jack's eyes but he was smiling, glad it was you, and not the other choice he had heard whispers about. Andy had not married her battalion chief after dating him for about a month.

///

"Hey, cariño. Can you- can i get your opinion on this? I think there's something weird here, with my family after my mum died." Andy asked, finding you in the kitchen trying to sort out the homemade pasta that Carina had made for you and brought over whilst Andy was in the shower.

"I don't know what I'm looking at... fiamma, why does your mama look so sad in this picture?" You watched what you were saying, before passing the photo you found to Andy, who frowned at how miserable her mother looked, in a family photo.

"Where are you going?" You enquired, but Andy hurriedly kissed your cheek and ran out, grabbing her keys as she shouted, "I need to check something at the firehouse!"

///

Andy updated you with texts after that, you could tell she was mad, but then your older siblings turned up at your door. Andrew was struggling with his bipolar disorder and adjusting to his meds, and Carina didn't admit it at first, but Maya had cheated on her with Jack.

Andy's texts to you went unread as you left your phone on the coffee table, sitting in the middle of the couch with your older siblings leaning into you, taking the comfort that you gave. You didn't realise the parallels this hug gave at the time, but an old photo of a little you being hugged by a young Andrew and a young Carina became your favourite photo of you and your siblings as time went on.

"What do you want to watch?" You enquired as your brother laid on your couch, but you received no answer as he was fast asleep.

"Wow, okay... movie with headphones it is." You murmured to yourself, picking up your phone as it lit up with a message from Andy.

Fiamma: my mami is alive

///

#andy herrera x reader #station 19 x reader #station 19 imagine #andy herrera imagine #carina deluca x sister!reader #andrew deluca x sister!reader #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy imagine

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xo-lesserafim · 1 year

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FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

synopsis: As Kitty’s twin sister Andrea, going to K.I.S.S was so nice since they were able to go to Korea, and to learn more about their mom. Everything was so new but exciting, but what happens when one guy that catches your eye show you a new experience, Love🩷

STATUS: ON HOLD

Started: June 14, 2023/Ended: —

PAIRING : XO Kitty’s, Minho x fem!reader( Andrea Song Covey)

Genre: romcom, high school au , enemies to lovers( more to added)

WARNING: swearing, angst, reader as thoughts to kill her self , metions of alcohol, underaged drinking, kissing , making out?, and suggestive? ( please tell me if I’m missing anything

Authors Note: Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic ( with some smau things). I am excited to show what I am planning<3 I am also not korean so please tell me if I did something wrong<3 But please note that I am 10-15 writing a cheesy, cringy fanfic so yea… I will also add extra stuff after the airplane scene in episode 10. So if you don’t like that please don’t read this<3 AND READ THE TEASER!

POV:First and maybe Third?

Extra:

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Bold and Italics: Korean and over the phone

Teaser ———-> READ ( there is information to help)

Episode 1. XO

Episode 2. WTF

Episode 3. KISS

Episode 4. TGIF

Episode 5. TBH

Episode 6. BYOB Min ho Pov.

Episode 7. TIL

Episode 8. LFG

Epsiode 9. SNAFU

Episode 10. OTP

Epsiode 11. 😍

Episode 12. 📸

more to maybe come

Taglist: @chaewon-slays @cherrriesss @lysira340 @delulu4-life

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tastesousweet · 2 months

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (x) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : after three resentful weeks apart, only matt and y/n could find themselves more fond of each other.

warnings : angst, fluffy, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : THANK U FOR UR PATIENCE SWEET ANGELS HERE’S THE 10TH PART FOR YOU!!! tgwtt is already in double digits 🥹 only like 8 more parts to go

THIS IS PART TEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE!!!

"COME on y/n we'll have so much fun!"

you haven't had a night out in weeks.

following matt's party, you swore off alcohol until your own birthday in mid-september, afraid of the amount you'd allow yourself to consume now that you're feelings are supremely hurt and bitterness coated your tongue.

it was difficult to turn down the first week, despite the smell and taste of any drink making your stomach turn you craved the drunken effect and secretly wanted to run into matt- just to see what he'd have the nerve to say to you. but the mature, wiser part of your brain knows there is nothing good to come from spiteful drinking. so you've declined every weekend.

you know in your heart that your friends only want you to feel good and have fun with them. it's the only reason you've tolerated this current conversation for so long.

"i believe you! but i'm just saying i'll have just as much fun with this bowl of strawberries and my bed," you reach into a cabinet for one of the many off-white glass bowls.

"baby you haven't been out with us in so long, we miss you!" remi beams kicking her legs as she sits atop your counter, fully dressed and decorated for her night out (contrasting the bare face, oversized tee, and panties you wear).

you sigh and look over to the three girls huddled in your kitchen, "no, you guys know 'm not drinking right now," you shake your head and push off of the counter heading towards the fridge in search of your berries.

"i'm just confused on why you're suddenly so strict on drinking? and regardless of the drinking you could have fun without it if you loosen up a bit..." erin replies while resting her body against the wall next to remi's spot.

you roll your eyes while your face is still in your fridge before shutting it back, "i don't understand what's not clicking erin, i don't want to go out at all! i want to stay at home and be away from drunk people and watch something brainless and then i wanna go take a fucking bath. i'm so tired of having to explain and repeat myself. please go, please have a good time, and please- respectfully, mind your business."

you run water over your strawberries and andrea's eyes widen as she turns back towards the counter to pour herself another shot.

"alright, whatever.” erin shakes her head, “dre, remi, i'm gonna go wait outside this is annoying. she can stay bitter," she walks out and whispers, "bitch," under her breath before shutting the door.

it's silent for a second as you begin to harshly cut the stems off of the fruit, remi comes behind you and wraps a caring arm over your shoulder for a hug, "are you okay?"

"yes, i'm fine, you can go have fun..." you turn to face her and offer a strawberry.

"i really do miss you,” you kisses your shoulder and bites into the strawberry, “love you," she reminds you as she grabs her bag and dismisses herself to check with erin. you nod your head and continue to stare blankly as you repeatedly cut.

andrea speaks up after hearing the door fully shut. she breathes heavily as she stares down at her hands on the counter, "cariña ("honey"), you’re not a bitch.”

“i know…” your voice is small.

“i know you do. i also know something’s hurting you badly right now and i selfishly wish you’d fucking tell me so i could help.” she licks her glossed lips, “but as long as you’re being kind to yourself, i can deal with you keeping this to yourself.”

your eyes brim with salty tears and when you let out a broken sniffle she's immediately by your side. "nooo don’t cry, i’m already pre-drunk! you know i will too!" you try to continue preparing your fruit but andrea turns your body to make room for a warm hug. you're quick to tuck your face into her perfumed neck and let out your feelings through cry's.

you had always thought that what andrea (or anyone) didn't know about your sex life with matt wouldn't kill her, but quite frankly it's killing you. you want to tell her everything he’s ever made you feel- for all andrea knows matt was once a silly crush and currently a little less than a friend to you.

but at the same time you just know she would tell you to stop seeing him if she knew everything. she would remind you that at your core you are far too caring and attached to handle recurring casual sex with him in the first place.

"i'm so sorry, drea. i really wanna tell you but i’m not ready." you croak pitifully.

not ready to accept the embarrassment of wanting him to like you this bad.

and for someone as willingly vulnerable as you, you’re especially not ready to hear her scold you a little for somehow hurting your own feelings and putting your friendship with erin on a thin line over some guy.

your words only confuse her brain more, but she can only continue to rub circles into your back and silently pray you didn’t do something illegal or, like, morally cruel.

౨ৎ

matt would love to say he hasn’t thought about you since you bitched out on him the night of his birthday, but he could never just blatantly lie.

he can say he has gone the past few weeks without reaching out to you- which mostly speaks to both of your stubbornness and pride.

in fact, you’re part of his reason for having his own night in tonight- though it’s far less sadistic of a reason than yours. he’s simply grown bored of the repetitive night life he and his friends have.

you were always there for him to tease and secretly fuck around with whenever your friend groups would combine for the night. but as of late he’s left sitting at the bar swigging down beers and scrolling on his phone (sometimes he’d get irrationally irritated at you for not posting on your instagram or snapchat stories, feeling a as if it was a direct punishment to remove him from knowing any details about your life) or until the rest of the group throw the towel in.

on the worst and most irritating of nights he’ll take an uber home by himself. and those were the nights he would get so close to being irrational- showing up to your house and confronting you was oh so enticing. but he’d talk himself out of it and go home to fuck his fist like you’d probably tell him to do.

and on the most horny and pathetic of nights he'd end up in the backseat of his car finger-fucking erin with her tongue in his mouth. it ended at that though, matt's skin started to crawl thinking of when you rode him in the front seat not too long ago. he had pinched his eyes shut and pulled erin's hands away from his zipper, swaying her with some sweet "i just wanted to make you feel good s’all" and a kiss before she left and he awkwardly drove himself home- pondering how little self control he had to be desperate enough to do even get that far.

so, he didn’t even bother to go out tonight. when chris and nick asked him through his closed door, he told them he’ll stay in for some “peace and quiet.” really, he just couldn’t stand to be disappointed by the guaranteed lack of you being there.

he sits in his desk chair, legs spread casually, and sketchbook held against his thigh as he scribbles around to formulate a few rough outlines for upcoming clients. somewhere in the mix he begins to sketch out a familiar cartoon cat, which only irritates him and makes him close the book abruptly, shoving it into his desk’s drawer.

matt rubs his hands over his face a few times and lifts himself from the chair, heading straight for his bedside table. he bites at his lips while digging through the drawer, eventually finding the pretty red hot blunt you rolled and gifted him.

he makes his way out to the patio, not bothering to turn the outdoor lights on; blunt, lighter, and phone in tow. he slouches into one of the many chairs near the glass door and places the blunt between his lips, shuffling as he digs in his back pocket for his lighter.

the spark of the bright flame highlights his focused face for only a few seconds while he pricks the end of the misshapen yet smoothly rolled blunt. he breathes in the smoke immediately, throwing the lighter onto a table nearby. he tilts his backwards to blow out swirls of smoke above him.

matt initially wants to wait to call you until he feels high enough, mostly to give him an excuse for calling in the first place because he knows you’ll be expecting one. but he can't fucking wait, he wants to know what you're doing right now.

matt continues to effortlessly inhale and exhale several hits as he searches his phone for your contact.

his thumb hovers over the dull button that would change a lot for him. calling you means looking like a dumbass, as if he can't handle not knowing you (apparently he can’t but he wouldn’t admit to it). calling you means he’s breaking this implied break up- for complete lack of better terms.

but who’s to say you’ll even answer and give him a chance to do any of that? and suddenly his phone is vibrating in his hand as he raises it to his ear.

it takes four rings for you to answer, though you're completely silent on the other end. he waits and you wait. he truly didn’t think this far ahead. you only give him a few extra seconds to be silent before you hang up all together.

matt kisses his teeth and redials. when you eventually answer again he speaks through the smoke in his lungs, "hi. why'd you hang up?"

"matt, don't call my phone and expect me to speak to you first." your voice has a bite to it that still surprises matt a little. it's so infrequent for you to be harsh or upset (as long as matt has known you, you've been nothing but cheerful and well… sunny) that it's oddly pleasant to see how you handle negative emotions- it reminds him that you’re not always good, something he’d always weirdly envied about you.

he releases more smoke in the air around him, "my bad, sweetheart."

"just tell me why you’re calling. are you drunk or ...?"

"no. i just wanted to know what you're doing."

you sigh heavily, "why does that concern you...?"

his eyes pinch as he stares out into the dark backyard, "why're you bein' so difficult? 'm just trying t-"

"matt. get there, please." you rush, though you secretly are enjoying hearing his voice and the romanticized idea that he must care a little if he’s reaching out again.

“yeah.” he takes a breath, “i don’t know. i’m just, like, here…by myself, and i wanted to remember what you sounded like.”

you smirk to yourself but drop it immediately, “okay…well, this is what i sound like.”

“yes, so soothing, i could fall asleep right here,” you can hear him audibly stretch.

“oh, i’m putting you to sleep?” you tease.

“yeah, i need you to come over and wake me up,” he inhales once more.

you’re silent and he breathes out again, “fuck was that too much- i’m sorry.”

“definitely. i need you to calm down, sir.”

“oh i’m so calm, baby,” he moans out playfully.

“matt, i’ll hang up-”

“woah! let’s not make such rash decisions?!”

“okay then.”

“thank you for answering,” his voice is muffled, “you could’ve blocked me- i talked to you so crazy that night and i do feel bad about, i want you to know.” he pauses and you silently process as he continues to compliment you, “you’re the only woman besides, like, my mother, who is just classy as fuck and way too kind to everyone whether they deserve it or not.”

you could never have expected to hear any words of admiration from matt in regards to you. “oh my god, are you near a couple of trees right now? how’d you get so sappy all of a sudden?”

matt takes a second to register your joke before his entire face crinkles and he shakes his head, giggling, “bad joke. such a bad joke.”

you let yourself laugh a little as well before pulling together, “thank you for apologizing, i honestly didn’t expect that from you.”

“well i don’t hand them out like that so i guess you’re lucky or something.”

“i guess i am…” you smile into your words a little.

“what have you been doing?”

“like the past few weeks or right now?”

“i was talking about right now but you can say both.”

“just was checking! i don’t want to talk to much, i know you’d hate to listen to it.”

“heyyy! really? throwin’ some shit i just told you i didn’t mean right in my face like that?”

“i’m sorry i had to!”

“you were holding on to that one, huh?”

“just a little.”

“okay, tell me everything and i’ll listen.”

“i know i made it seem like i’ve been doing a lot but i’ve honestly just been working a bunch. it’s not as much of a nightmare as it sounds though- working long shifts has helped me fall asleep quicker. i’ve also started cooking a lot more whenever im bored which andrea looooves. and… um, right now i’m taking a bath.”

matt’s eyes widen and he chuckles, “dammit! i knew i should’ve facetimed instead!”

you bite your lip to hold back a laugh yourself, “what are you doing, matt?”

“guess.”

“i mean, i know you’re smoking but you could be in a random bedroom at a party or like, at some other bitch’s house…i don’t know, i’m just guessing!”

“never that,” he laughs- which you can’t decipher as a sarcastic or genuine one -and explains further, “‘m at home, outside with that perfect little blunt you made.”

“oh, for real?”

“uh huh, she’s treating me real good.”

“i’m glad. can you finish telling me how you’ve been?”

“yeah, um-”

“mattttt!” a very drunk nick suddenly yells while sliding open the glass door.

matt literally jumps and is immediately annoyed, you can hear it in his voice despite it being muffled now, “dude, you scared the shit out of me! what do you need?”

“hello to you too, ugh, i forgot you’re all moody right now. what are you even doing it’s all dark and shit?” nick hangs on the door has he peeks outside.

matt gets up to close the door again, “mind your business, nick. move, you’re in the way.”

“hmm, you are so weird.” nick squints his eyes and turns away yelling chris’ name in a blood curdling scream (for absolutely no reason besides the fact that he thought it’d be funny to see chris drunkenly run into the living room).

“hey, you still there?”

“mhm, yes”

“nick and chris just got back from the bar so i’ll have to help them chill out, um, yeah. i wanna hang out again. not even just to fuck if you aren’t cool with that yet, if we can be friends around our friends we can be friends by ourselves.”

friends? you and matt? hm. “that’d be nice, do you wanna just come over like usual?”

“i mean i could but we can do whatever you want, seems like you’ve been home a lot so, you know.” his voice gets more distracted as he speaks

“okay, i’ll let you know. good night.”

“sounds good, sweetheart.”

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MATT - 6:30 PM

Are you done yet?

Y/N - 6:52 PM

yes i’m coming now

“i’m sorry again for keeping you so late y/n, you really didn’t have to stay and help me close!” your coworker, angela, beams as she follows you out of the back door with a trash bag.

“don’t worry about it,” you smile to her as you walk with her to the large dumpster on the side of the building.

she throws a bag the size of her torso into the bin with a mumble of ‘ew’ before turning to you, “don’t say that! i know you have that date thing tonight, i don’t want you to be late.”

“i told you it’s not a date! we’re hanging out as friends.”

she rolls her eyes while putting her travel sized hand sanitizer back into her purse, “y/n don’t start with that…it’s totally a date from what you’ve told me.”

you both continue to walk towards the back parking lot,“trust me, he’s made it clear he’s not that kind of guy.”

“then why waste your time?”

right when you go to defend yourself you hear a car door shut, drawing your attention to the man of the hour, who’s locking the doors of his sleek black suv as his jaw works a minty piece of gum.

his black tee exposes his tattoos and his jean shorts are held up with his favorite black belt. you can see his light eyes are squinted due to the sun’s undying brightness from where you stand.

angela turns to you with a full smirk and softly slaps your arm, whispering and giggling, “girl, he’s hot!”

“oh my god!” you have an uncontrollable smile as you look at her, “stop it!” you look over again and this time matt is leaning against his car, ready to catch your eye and send you a wave of his fingers with his eyebrows raised.

you wave back then turn away once more, “‘kay i should probably go but i’ll see you wednesday, right?” you lean in for a hug.

“yes i’ll be here,” she smiles into the embrace as you kiss into the air to the side of her head, “you’ll have to give me all the deets!”

“mhm,” you hum as you both part ways, “bye ang!”

you approach matt without any rush and he takes the time to gaze over your complexion (far more radiant than the last time he’d seen you) and the way your mini jean skirt compliments the blushed red top you’re wearing. “hi sunny,” he grins and reaches a hand out to bring you into a hug, only for you to set the handle of your small purse in it. he kisses his teeth playfully, “it’s still like that, huh?”

“like what?” you condescendingly look up at him.

“alright, girl,” he dismisses, “where are we goin?“

“it’s a surprise for a reason matt!”

“okay… then i’m assuming you’ll drive?”

“not exactly..” you spin on your heel and walk away from him as a hint to follow you.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk down the busy sidewalk, he gives a couple of glances down at your phone while also navigating the two of you. “metro?” he reads aloud.

“mhm,” you reply and smile to yourself while adding the tickets to your apple wallet.

“wow, you really planned this shit out.”

“i’ve never half-assed something in my life,” you say as you both stop at a cross walk.

“never? you have a brother, right?” he asks and you nod, “i’m sure he’d be able to come up with something.”

“probably,” you shrug and grab his wrist when the walking sign lights. “we’re gonna make it just in time, the bus comes at 7:10.”

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the seating on the bus is comfortably squished; you sit in the window seat and matt next to you, moving his limbs inward to give room to those walking in the isle.

you reapply a faded shade of red, black cherry to your lips while using your phone camera. matt watches with his lips pursed in awe. “that shade looks nice on you,” he says softly.

you’re already feeling giddy internally and he’s forcing you to blow your unbothered cover at this point, “thank you,” you smile and turn to see him already close to your face, looking at your eyes then lips. you just have to close the space by giving him a small kiss, mumbling, “it looks good on you too, see,” you move your phone so that he can see his lips outlined with the stain of you.

he laughs and pouts his lips while checking himself out in your camera, making the risky move to take a photo of himself, before giving your cheek a kiss.

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“jesus, for forty fucking minutes you better have brought me to an all inclusive resort!” matt complains while dramatically stretching his back.

the sun was now peeking down and the flashing lights of santa monica pier were extra enticing. “stop, we’re gonna have so much fun! look!” you point at the energetic strip with a childish grin.

“alright, let’s go then,” he tilts his head towards the fair.

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“definitely could have gone without that last ride- wayyy too many dips,” matt holds his stomach dramatically.

“i could tell, you were screamin’ like crazy,” you smirk as the two of you stand in the line at one of the many food trucks. two hours into being there and you’ve rode almost all of the rides, it was expected for matt to ask to stop for some sort of food eventually.

“barely.” he rolls his eyes, “what do you want?”

“i’ll have a water and one of those bomb pops,” you tell him.

“that’s not really food, are you gonna be good with that for right now?” he clarifies.

“yes, matt. thank you,” you smile and matt waves you off as he approaches the tall window to order.

“hey, what’s up man? i’ll just have a water, one of those fourth of july a bomb pops, medium fry and a modelo in a can please,” he flashes a smile and pays quickly.

you thank him and the cashier as you take hold of the items you asked for. “can we go walk on the beach?” you ask him.

“yeah, it’ll be dark as shit, but yeah,” he responds lightly and shoves a few fries into his mouth.

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“when i was younger my mom would bring me and my brother to the pier every summer since i was seven maybe?” the waves crash softly in the background as matt lays between your legs, despite the scratchy denim of your skirt. “when i was eleven my brother would want to go off with his friends in high school and my mom wasn’t a fan of the rides, so she would bring me to walk on the beach with her instead.” you recall out loud after matt had asked what made you want to come here today.

“mmm, reminds me of east coast beaches when i was a kid. we’d make a whole day out of it and pack up my mom’s minivan.” you stretch his scalp hypnotically, “just being rowdy and annoying as hell on the ride there and sleeping on the way back. being a kid is, like, the best and we never realize it when we’re there.”

“isn’t it kind of sweet that we don’t? kids don’t even understand the concept of missing childhood or being nostalgic until they’re older. if eight year old me were constantly dwelling on what’s passed i know she’d go insane. i mean, even now, everyone is always chasing previous feelings and never fully in tune with the one present.” you look out at the waves that softly build up and crash repeatedly.

matt licks his lips and opens his eyes, sitting up from your lap, “holy shit, sunny,” he kisses you and pulls away to laugh, “you just made me sound like a dumbass.”

he keeps a hold of your face, “matt you’re not dumb, everyone is nostalgic for something,” you kiss him again to seal your words.

matt pulls away and you stands up and begin to remove your shirt leaving you in a lacy bra, “come on,” you tilt your head and matt immediately stands up to cover you.

“the fuck do you mean, ‘come on’?” he starts to laugh while looking around for anyone around.

you roll your eyes at his protection and unbutton your skirt, “take a dip with me.”

“no?! y/n, that water is freezing...”

you pull down your pants to reveal a small pair of matching lacy panties that matt can barely see in the dark but he just knows would send him over the edge.

“matttt,” you pout and bring his hands to your exposed ass, lifting his chin to capture his lips in your own, “please?” you look up at him.

he pinched his eyes shut, “baby, put your clothes back on…”

“alright be lame,” you take his hands off of you and run into the empty beach with a freeing laugh.

matt stands there, not wanting to yell and draw attention to you both, but also not wanting to freeze to death.

“matt! the water’s not even that cold, come here!” you exclaim, wading in the shallow water.

“no, i’ll just wait here until you’re done cooling off…”

“matt, please! what if i-” you pretend to fall backwards and start to fake a drowning scene that has him undressing to his boxers quickly.

he ignores the rush in his blood from the surprise of the water’s temperature in favor of getting you out of there. he calls your name over and over, the pitch black look of the ocean doing absolutely nothing to help.

he’s pretty freaked out when you come back up and jump on his back yelling, “you saved me! you saved me!” with a cackle.

matt immediately groans and slaps the water, “fuck you, why would you ever do some shit like that?!”

you giggle and he throws you off his back easily, turning around to be face to face with you as you wipe your eyes, “oh my god matt, my mascara’s gonna run!”

“maybe we should think of these things before running into the ocean?”

you stop wiping underneath your eyes to forcefully push him under the water, giggling at the sound of the crash and his “don’t-!” right before.

“no more,” he spits out water and scolds you when he comes back up, inching closer to you and holding you by your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“okay,” you agree and go to kiss his wet face just as he quickly unhooks you and throws you back under.

“matt!” you squeal as you resurface to hear him laughing, “dude, i’m gonna kill you.”

“truce, truce, truce!” he repeats and backs away from you.

“yeah, you better run,” you threaten.

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“your eyelashes are like sooo long when they’re wet,” you compliment as you stare at matt under the moon’s light.

he pulls you closer him to stop his mouth from chattering due to the cold, “i’ll give you my lash routine,” he jokes.

“i realized something when we got off the phone the other day,” you bring up, as your eyes run over each of his facial features.

“tell me,” he rolls his icy lips into his mouth.

“i never said sorry for being nasty to you on your birthday.”

matt’s eyes squint, “it’s fine, i’m not hung up on that shit. we said we’re good, right?”

“yes, but-”

“alright then,” he shrugs and squeezes your ass in reassurance.

a smile graces your face and and you let your head fall to his shoulder, whispering, “matt…i’m cold now.”

“i’ve been waiting for you to say that, oh my god!”

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you both suffer as you put your clothes back on over your wet skin. you’re both chattering messes and simply cannot stop laughing about it as you make your way back to the boardwalk’s strip of raging bright lights.

you don’t get far before you’re begging matt to win you an oversized faux fur leopard print coat, “it’s just what i need, please!”

and he’s spent almost two twenties replaying this stupid game over and over again. you’re a pretty good cheerleader though.

“come on matt, you got it this time! no pressure! it’s only like i’m dying of hypothermia!” he deadpans as he looks over to you, “what?”

it was a simple game of ring toss- that was most definitely rigged, but besides you reminding him this and saying you didn’t need the coat that much, the stand runner’s comments doubting matt was enough to fuel him to continue playing until he wins.

and somehow he tosses the perfect ring, watching it land and swivel around the bottle in victory. you both outwardly celebrate with screams and a very public kiss, that the two of you just can’t stop sharing today.

“congratulations,” the employee boredly says.

“thank you sir, thank you.” matt then obnoxiously turns around and yells out a speech to the random passersby “i wanna thank my mother, my grandmother, brothers, dog, and you people for giving me this opportunity to win something so grand for my sweet sunshine!” you stop giggling to give a royal wave to the many people judging the two of you, “thank you santa monica!” he blows a kiss and you both spin around to claim your prize.

“you two are like cartoon characters,” the stand runner says. and as soon as you start to grin at him he corrects, “that wasn’t a compliment.”

“whatever man, just give the pretty girl the fucking coat,” matt blinks at him. as the man walks away to grab the fluff off of the rack a few people stop by the table and matt warns them, “if i were you i’d keep walkin’, this guy’s a first-class hater.”

you drag matt by his arm back over to you, “did you take your socially-overbearing pills today?!”

“i have no clue, i think im too cold for my brain to process embarrassment anymore.”

“here’s that coat,” the man hands you it with a shake of his head.

“thank you, sir!” you exclaim and immediately fit your arms from the sleeves, “this is everything i’ve ever wanted!” you say as your jaw goes slack.

“you look good,” matt agrees, “you also look warm, so now i’m jealous.”

“let’s go get you something warm, baby.”

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after a trip to a random gift shop for a hoodie, matt whined about needing real food so bad.

so the two of you stand at the hostess stand in a small mexican restaurant on the strip.

“for two?”

“yes, thank you.”

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?” matt speaks close to your ear and you simply nod and watch him walk off.

you wait a few moments before the hostess offers to take you to your table, “did you want to go sit now or wait for your boyfriend?” she asks kindly.

you try not to make it so apparent that you enjoy the idea of you being matt’s girlfriend, “yeah, i can sit now, he’ll find me.”

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“i’ll have the chicken burrito please with extra rice,” matt orders as he sits across from you.

“and i’ll have the four birria tacos please,” you hand her the menu kindly.

you both are bundled up ridiculously with frizzy hair and barely-dry clothes, you’re surprised anyone agreed to serve you.

“alright, that should be out shortly!”

when she walks away matt asks, “why didn’t you get a drink? i’m just curious.”

“i swore off drinking until my birthday,” you shrug and fall back into the plush of the booth.

“mm, not smoking either?” he sips his water.

“i mean i haven’t smoked since early august but no i didn’t purposely stop.”

matt nods, “well if you were to drink, what are you ordering? i usually go for a corona but i wanna try something different.”

“oh strawberry margarita, a hundred percent. hits everytime.”

“i’ve never had a margarita so i’ll try it.”

your jaw drops, “hell yeah you’re gonna try it, i can’t believe you!”

“what can i say?” matt shrugs.

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matt plays with the toothpick in his mouth as you both sit in your spots for the bus ride home. he got to enjoy his first margarita and you took multiple pictures to document it, he bought you churros to go, and now you both are the most tired you’ve been in a while.

you quietly respond to texts that andrea sent you hours ago, asking what you’re doing and if you’ll be home soon, while matt lays his head on your shoulder sleepily.

eventually you shut your phone off and calmly rest your head against the chilled window for the rest of the ride.

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