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paddockbunny · 5 months

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Don't Blame Me - Part 4

Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on offer, and boyfriend approved? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (Max Verstappen’s GF) Word Count : Multi-part imagine - part 4 is 4,000+ words Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, fantasising having sex with someone who isn’t your boyfriend, sexual themes, graphic descriptions of sex, mention of Christian Horner & Jos Verstappen Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : Ok housekeeping. 1. I am sorry this has taken so long to put out, I apologise! I've had some pretty shit health news and I am struggling a bit with it so I hope this doesn't disappoint 2. I realise theres a little plot hole in terms of sprint races and quali etc but for the purposes of the story just go with it please. 3. There are two flashbacks in this chapter. The first flashback takes place AFTER the second. Both are denoted by *** and are labeled by the month so I hope that it helps / makes sense haha. Thank you for reading!!!

Brazil ’23

Qualifying

The chatter over the headphones was mixed with the low rumble you felt as Max’s teammate pulled his Red Bull into his garage next door. Over the radio you heard him being told that he had a hydraulics issue and to come in immediately which set you on edge for Max. He had been doing so well (he had been all year) and this was a total steal of a weekend for him after topping every practice session and round after round of qualifying. Surely they wouldn’t let something go wrong for him. Christian wouldn’t let that happen to him, would he? You looked over to where the pit wall was and you saw Horner turn in his chair and glare into the Perez garage. You tried not to smirk as you thought about how you (and Max) would pay some good money to find out the inner workings of Christian Horner’s mind – especially as all the journalists were constantly asking questions about Perez’ place in the team next year. But that didn’t concern you. Max was your only concern. Right?

Q1 and Q2 went by in the blink of an eye and as Q3 begun you felt yourself get nervous. You turned your head in time to see your boyfriend pull his blue rocket ship out of his garage at the direction of the pit crew who was flagging him on. You watched as suddenly he came to an abrupt halt and he was held with the car half in, half out of the box. Fuck! You have to be kidding?! Your brain went to the worst and you thought that he was going to be given the same orders to retire as his team mate had received when suddenly you realised it was just to allow another car passed to go in front. The white and blue car of Daniel pull past quickly in front of him and you took a steadying breath. Daniel had been on for a phenomenal weekend himself. He had put solid times in just like Max had and you nervously bit the inside of your cheek wondering if there was a possibility that the pair of them would get into a scrap for pole position as Max shot out into the pit lane behind him. As each of the cars made it out on track – their relevant drivers all trying to put in the best lap times, jostling each other out of position every few minutes – you couldn’t help but keep one eye on your boyfriend’s timings and those of the man whom you dreamt of on a regular basis.

Just as Charles Leclerc topped the timing board with a lighting fast lap you found your fingers moving to ghost over your bottom lip. They acted off their own accord and you had no control over them. The tip of your first finger pressed to your lower lip and you had to take an immediate inhale as your lungs became hungry and desperate for air when the memory flooded back to you simultaneously. Daniel. His lips. The kiss.

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Monza, Italy

September ‘23

The loud audible gasp that absconded from your open mouth came so quickly you weren’t even able to attempt to cover it up. It had been loud enough for others to hear. In fact it had been stupidly loud enough that Max’s father Jos (who was not your biggest fan) turned to glare at you as soon as it had escaped you. You felt his eyes remain on you but your own were transfixed to the screen before you. Desperate to know he was ok. Please be ok. Just get out of the fucking car. You screamed inside your own head – not daring to do it aloud in front of the elder Verstappen. You were hypnotised by the action on the screen as yellow flags were shown all around the track. The safety car was deployed and you realised you were holding your breath waiting to know he was ok.

“I’m fine. Sorry guys. I couldn’t do anything, the prick ran me wide and then I locked up.” Daniel explained. The “prick” he was referring to was your boyfriend. As they went round neck and neck into turn 2 Max stole all of the available space from Daniel and it all happened so fast you couldn’t work out what exactly had happened. Within seconds, Daniel’s car was flying off track into a techpro barrier at speed. Parts of the car went flying. His wing was broken and two tires had flown clean off. His race was over and it was Daniel’s fault. You couldn’t help but feel upset for him. He had been doing so well this weekend and upset had been caused amongst fans yesterday when Max denied him the chance of his first pole of the season. Your big stupid boyfriend scoffed at you mockingly when you had suggested he could have at least given him the glory of pole this one time. Which ok, it went against everything Max stood for and you were sure Daniel wouldn’t want a pity pole but it would be good for Max to allow others a chance sometimes. At least show the media he wasn’t some Dutch Ogre. Eyes glued to the screen you watched as finally Daniel got out of his crumpled race car and into the medical car that had gone to collect him. He didn’t look hurt. Thankfully. But from his body language you could tell he was pissed.

The decision to exit the garage and go find him came upon you before you had thoroughly worked out exactly what it was you were doing. Your feet seemed to carry you away from Red Bull and outside into the paddock without you telling them too. Ever since that night in Monaco when he said what he did – y’know, the whole what he would do to you if you hadn’t been Max’s girlfriend thing (which still made your stomach tighten into a knot just thinking about it) - you had formed a sort of weird little friendship with him. It didn’t really go anything further than what you would expect of a best friend and his mate’s girlfriend friendship to go like but there certainly was tension – sexual chemistry perhaps, it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. There were glances and burning looks at each other. The odd smutty remark and compliment flowed freely from his lips. It only made you think of him more (of fucking him that is) and in your head you had been replacing Max with him every single time the pair of you had sex. You kept it all to yourself and played it close to your chest. You didn’t want anyone knowing you wanted nothing more than to be split in two by him. But he was flirty by nature and you knew he was most likely just trying to make you feel comfortable with him seeing as he was such a good friend to your boyfriend.

The other thing that happened to play on your mind and perhaps influence your decision to go find him was the fact that Max had told you last night Daniel’s family was supposed to be at the race weekend. As the pair of you lay in bed Max sympathised with Daniel’s disappointment – Max had always been incredible open with you about how much he struggled growing up and the poor relationship he had with his own family so it touched you he was so considerate of his friend (it even made you feel a bit ridiculous that you had been having so many dirty little thoughts over him). He seemed to genuinely care that Daniel had been saddened that an emergency had taken place back in Australia and they wouldn’t be able to make it and even though you weren’t sure how Daniel would react to the fact you knew, you wanted him to know he had an ear if he needed one.

As you walked in the direction you thought the Alpha Tauri garage was you were pleased that you had been so correct as unexpectedly he sauntered from the back of the garage. When you saw him, with his race suit pulled down dangerously low in his hips (what was it in these men walking around practically oozing sex and giving girls the fodder for totally impure thoughts about them? Your boyfriend included) you could tell from his body language he looked rather pissed. You thought this would have been a totally fruitless pursuit and he would have been tangled up in talking to those in charge of his team – or throwing your boyfriend under the bus perhaps – so you had a moment when it dawned on you that you actually hadn’t been expecting to see him at all. But now, you were committed. Even if you mind went completely blank and you couldn’t think of any sympathetic words at all.

The knock upon his driver’s room door that came from your knuckles was gentle and soft. As you stood there, growing more and more anxious, you realised that it was probably too quiet for him to hear and the idea that you could just abandon your silly little apology now before he knew about it entered your head. But as quickly as it entered your head and flew straight back out again. Instantly, the door was pulled open. The first (and only) thing that you could register in that moment was the fact that he was now topless. Daniel was sans shirt. He was half naked. His race suit remained but slung exceeding low on his exposed hips. Good fucking Lord. His warm golden chest was staring at you. The defined ripples of rock hard abs popped and bulged. Your mouth salivated. For fuck’s sake! A deep, dark throb ripped through your lower half. An ache that you knew was linked to your unforgivable horniness for this man. Self control. Don’t be fucking stupid. Max. Think of Max. You groaned internally at yourself but you knew that if only you were single this would be playing out very differently.

Just then - as you were considered the very real possibility that you were about to have an aneurism or stroke from the pure sight of Daniel semi dressed - he moved aside. The tiny head tilt he gave signalled to you that you were welcome to “come in” to his private drivers room (away from prying eyes and sharp ears). Daniel held the door open and moved aside a little for you. You almost completely blanked and if the law questioned you on the state of his room you wouldn’t be able to recall one single thing.

“I’m sorry.” You squeaked out. Play it cool. Come on. Get your shit together. “For Max. He ruined your race.” You explained. Desperately hoping it would give him the reason as to why you were there invading his personal space in such a bad moment. Daniel’s thunderous face seemed to soften right in front of your eyes. His taught muscles relaxed and eyes neutralised. A smile spread across his softened lips.

“You don’t have to do that.” He replied. “It’s just racing. There’s no harm done.” He shrugged. His neck looked even bigger, thicker than it did when he had a shirt on. You couldn’t help but admire his physic, as it was so different to what you were used to. Max was strong, broad and what you would describe as meaty. He had a bit of something to him that you could grip hold of and you loved that. But you were a woman and there was something about a man who was so well defined and ripped that just got you going. Stop it! Stop thinking about the abs! If you don’t stop now you’re going to think about him naked! FUCK SAKE!! You couldn’t control your brain and you completely failed to control yours eyes. They flickered down. They wasted no time going straight to his crotch. He’s fucking seen that you creep. You gritted your teeth together before letting a shaky sigh leave your lips as you really didn’t want to have to look back into his mesmerising eyes now he had just seen you checking out the bulge in fabric south of his naked abdomen.

“All the same, Daniel. I’m sorry he acted like a dick out there.” You didn’t realise how soft and low your voice had gotten. Nor how strangely intimate this moment felt. Regardless of how you were feeling you didn’t feel as awkward as you thought you were. As he took steps toward you – slowly but somehow all at once – you stayed rooted to the spot and didn’t move. You let him close the small gap between your bodies and couldn’t break the bewitching spell of his gaze. The burning, intense look in his eyes made you feel weak. You almost felt like a lamb that had led itself to the slaughterhouse. The thought was still bouncing off all of the ignited neurons in your brain when you finally piped up; “I probably need to…”

Then, as your words were cut short and the oxygen was sucked right out of your lungs, you felt yourself go lightheaded and it was as if you were falling from a 20-story building. The fact you were pressed into something cool and metallic behind you never registered. Neither did the feeling of something hard and warm pressed flush against your front. The only thing that you suddenly could think about – the only smidgen of brain function you were able to comprehend – was the fact Daniel’s mouth was on yours. His big, pouty lips embraced your own as if they had been searching for them his whole life. Then they began to move against yours and a shaky, unsteady breath flowed from his parted mouth. It was swallowed in its entirety by your own as a barely audible gasp snapped out of you. With your mouth now open – your lips parted to him, granting him unspoken access – Daniel’s tongue ran over yours in a testing, teasing motion. A moan slipped from your throat. His hands gripped at your waist before one of them trailed up and pushed its way through the hair that you had worn down because he had complimented you on your long flowing locks the last time you had seen him. You realised this was what you had been dreaming about. This was fantasy that had been playing over and over in your head for the past few months. You were getting what you wanted.

Because of all the things I would do to you, if you weren’t his. His words he had dared to speak in Monaco repeated in your head while his tongue glided across yours. He ground himself against your core and you could feel the effect you had had on him. He wanted you. It was painfully obvious he did. But the last part of the words he had spoken to you that night reiterated them self to you. If you weren’t his.

Max.

You suddenly remembered Max.

Your hands were suddenly pushing against the flesh of Daniel’s warm chest. While you tried desperately to fill your lungs with air your eyes flicked open and you were instantly staring into confused, yet still affectionate eyes.

“I can’t.” You stated plainly.

“Max.”

The next however many minutes were all a complete, total blur of which you couldn’t recount any of them at all. Your mind kept going back to Daniel and it didn’t help you could taste him on your tongue as you stomped back into the back of the Red Bull garage. What had happened was wrong. It was fucked. He had no right to kiss you like that – he had no right to kiss you at all. But you had kissed back and you only stopped because you suddenly remembered your boyfriend, not because you wholeheartedly wanted too. Fuck. I hate myself. I went too far. You slipped the headphones back on to catch the last remaining few laps of the race and reprimanded yourself while doing it. Why did I go looking for him? Did I give him the wrong signals? Fuck why couldn’t I have been single? He would have been fucking me right now if I were single. God, he’s such a good kisser. Fucking hell, he’s probably ridiculous at eating you out. The feeling of your wet – no soaking – panties that were now clinging to your dripping wet folds only helped stoke the burning desire that was growing inside of you to run back to him. You forced your attention to the screens to try quashing all of the disgusting thoughts running through your mind. As Max’s car flashed up on the screen you really did feel insurmountable guilt begin to build inside of your body. You kiss one of his best mates. You kissed someone he respected and loved like a brother. Someone he cared for. You knew Max was open-minded and he was forgiving to a fault, but you didn’t want to tell him and destroy what you had. So as you watched him cross the finish line and clinch a win in Monza, you swore never to tell him.

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Budapest Hungary

July '23

The scene was set. Max observed Daniel grow weary and head to their prior reserved table in the dimly lit corner of the private members bar. This was his chance, his one moment of getting him alone - away from all of the hangers on Daniel was surrounded by - to finally ask the burning question that had been playing on his own mind for months now.

As his feet began carrying him in the direction of his favourite Formula One teammate he swallowed his own tiredness. The body aches and drained feeling from a tiring race were rippling through body and he knew Daniel would be suffering too but it didn’t distract him from what he had to do. Like a lion stalking its prey, Max stalked over to the corner and reminded himself this was what he wanted.

Max flopped down on the plush dark cherry red velvet sofa with a low but steady sigh. He situated himself against the opposite arm to Daniel - just in case this question wouldn’t be as well received as he suspected it would be - and wondered if he should have informed you of his decision first or pushed for you to have attended this weekend so you would now be present to make things easier as he pitched the idea to his friend. But as the thought of you flooded his memory (specifically the sight you lying naked in his bed the morning he had to leave to catch an early flight) he found himself swallowing again. This time with a strange excitement that he couldn’t place but he wasted no time in dwelling upon it.

Max felt Daniel’s eyes on him and he relaxed into the sofa. Head rolling back against it before falling in the direction of his old teammate and catching his gaze. “I have a proposition for you.” The words came freely from Max’s lips. He found it surprising how easily they managed to flow from him. Daniel’s head tilted and his eyebrows raised. Max wondered what he must have been thinking but he was sure there was zero way it would be what was next to leave his mouth.

“I want you fuck my girlfriend.”

The passing seconds for Max felt light, carefree and completely relaxed while by the unsuspecting, blank look upon Daniel’s they were clouded in surprise, confusion and total shock. But the longer Daniel remained silent it only confirmed to Max what he had already known all these months. The lack of carefree laughter, quick mocking or jesting gave Daniel away. It was clear to Max that Daniel desired you in the exact same way that you desired him. He had known it for a while. He knew you harboured some dirty little fantasies (like so many other women did toward the handsome, smiling Australian) and after dwelling upon it for a few weeks he had come to the realisation he wanted you to have exactly what you wanted. He had no reason to feel intimidated or threatened by Daniel. He knew you belonged to him and he wouldn’t grudge you something you craved. And even now, as the question hung in the space between them, he was confident Daniel would give in to his obvious lust and attraction for you too.

Just as your hidden sexual fascination had been completely obvious to him, Max noted Daniels unmistakable reciprocation. His whole behaviour and attitude around you changed and he always seemed to be trying to be careful with his words and making sure he wasn’t going overboard with his flirtatious conduct toward you. But his staring got more intense and Max couldn’t help but clock it each and every time. He noted how Daniel seemed to like being near you whenever he realised Max was just out of reach, how Daniel was always whispering in your ear when he was out of earshot and how he would bite his lip as if he was trying to hold himself back each time you would laugh. Any other man would probably have been annoyed, pissed and angry at how his best mate was hot for his girlfriend but Max wasn’t like most men. He loved you. Wholeheartedly and irrevocably. And most importantly, he trusted you completely.

“I know you know she likes you and I’ve seen you with her, I know your moves Daniel.” It was true. Max did know all of Daniel’s moves. He had practically studied them, learned them and used them himself to pick up women. “Mate….” On a quick, sharp exhale Daniel let out a nervous, uncertain laugh His eyes looked impossibly large as if he was concerned and worried he was about to get punched. “Don’t worry, I’m not pissed…” Max smirked “In fact, I’m glad it’s you she’s been fantasising about and not someone else that couldn’t satisfy her. Imagine if it were Charles or worse, Lando.” Max playfully scoffed and for a moment it set Daniel at ease.

Daniel wasn’t sure his heart had ever beaten as fast as it was since Max had asked his question. I want you to fuck my girlfriend. Those were his exact words and they kept going round and round like a funfair ride in his mind. It seemed utterly inconceivable that Max would ask a question like that. He was head over heels in love with you. Any fool could see it.

“It’s your girlfriend….” Was all Daniel could choke out because suddenly his mind was flooded with the image of you. At first it was innocent. He simply remembered you laughing at a joke he made the last time he saw you; then what you were wearing and how good you looked in it; then how glowy and soft your skin looked as the warm sun beat down upon it; then how glossy and kissable your lips were; then he pictured you naked and then FUCK! That made it game over.

He mentally tried to scold himself but it was no good. The sheer thought of actually getting to fuck you was too strong and if Max hadn’t suddenly begun speaking to him he would have been trying to hide his very obvious semi growing in his jeans.

“I know and that’s why I want her to have what she wants.” The thought of his lips trailing down your chest, his tongue flicking over your pert responsive nipple, made his throat tighten. But as badly as he wanted to know what you tasted like or hear the noises you made as he made you squirm in pleasure he wasn’t sure he actually could do it. He wasn’t the type to fuck his friend’s ex let alone current girlfriend – even with permission. “Max, I couldn’t…” Daniel tried to protest and reject the idea but he was cut off mid sentence. “Tell me you haven’t thought about it?”

God, had he thought about it. He had thought about you. Ever since the first time he met you when you had slammed right into him, he had thought about you. He had long gone past thinking about you naked. He had already spent many nights with his hand working up and down his pulsating cock to the THOUGHT of you bare and exposed in front of him. He had got himself off in the shower when he THOUGHT of his tongue tasting the glorious wetness that pooled between your thighs. And he quickly made himself come before a race at the sheer THOUGHT of you pulsating and clenching around him as he made you come. Daniel had THOUGHT about fucking you. He THOUGHT about it a lot.

Another nervous laugh came from him as he tried to make sense of Max’s sudden, rather out of character behaviour. He was convinced Max was going to burst into a fit of laughter and expose it as only a prank but he didn’t. Max actually glared at him across the sofa as he awaited an answer. It crossed Daniel’s mind that perhaps Max was getting off on the thought of his girlfriend screwing another man and it was some sex thing – cuckholding, he thought – but Max never seemed the type.

“What’s the catch?” He finally piped up. “There isn’t one. Well, it can only happen once but other than that.” Daniel watched Max’s shoulders move up and down in a shrugging motion while Max kept a watchful eye upon Daniel’s eyes to try determine if he was interested in his smutty proposition or not. “It won’t make it weird between us?” Daniel added and Max shook his head. “Not at all.” He was so carefree about the decision to offer up his girlfriend that in the moment Daniel couldn’t believe how cool Max had become – even if it passed him only fleetingly.

“Well…” Daniel paused and thought of his word choice in how to agree to all this because he seriously thought he was actually in the twilight zone and Max had lost all of his marbles.

“Take some time. Think about it. It’s not like she’s going to go unsatisfied” Max’s voice oozed with cockiness. He knew how good he was in bed and he ALWAYS made sure she came. “If you don’t want to, if you think it’s too weird then fine, whatever, it’s cool.” Daniel once again watch Max shrug “You would regret it though….” And Max knew fine well Daniel was someone who lived without regrets.

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kelcemenow · 5 months

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Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 4.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1556

Warnings Like, maybe one swear word. A hint of angst and a bit more fluff.

Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I've tried my best with this one! "I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!"

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

"And all you'd ever hear me say, is how I pictured me with you. That's all you'd ever hear me say. But since you been gone..."

Your mouth gaped open as a yawn took over your body, halting your singing along to the music playing on the radio as you worked under the hood of a bright blue Honda. Standing up, you stretched your arms above your body, allowing another yawn to loudly roar out across the shop floor.

"Tired?" Jordan asked as he approached you from the other side of the room.

You blinked your bleary eyes, "Yeah. I didn't get home until late last night."

"Bro!" He sucked his mouth to his teeth and shook his head, "You gotta stop working so hard."

You quickly glanced around the room before leaning closer to Jordan, "Can you keep a secret?"

Jordan eyes glittered and he nodded enthusiastically, closing the gap between you further.

"I think I went on a date last night." You said with a grin.

Jordan's expression changed, a slight quiver on his brow. He straightened up and cleared his throat, "You think you did?"

"Well, yeah. It wasn't described as a date or anything...but it was nice. We talked and got to know each other." You paused, wondering how detailed you should be.

"Sorry, I just find it hard to believe that you went on a date." He looked away from you and began rummaging through one of the large tool boxes that were lined up along the side of the wall.

You twisted your mouth, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, it's you, you know. You're...Y/N. You don't go on dates."

You stepped towards him, "And what? You don't think there would be any chance that someone...anyone...would be interested in me?"

He turned his head, "That's not what I mean."

"Well, that's what it sounds like to me."

Jordan sighed and straightened up, "Y/N, come on. Stop acting like a g-"

"Like a girl? Is that what you're about to say?"

"No, that's...well, to be honest, yeah."

You could feel anger rising in your chest, "Surprise surprise, Jordan. I am a girl."

You watched as Jordan attempted to backtrack his words, "No, you're taking this all wrong. I'm just saying that I'm surprised that someone asked you out."

"You're not helping yourself here, Jordan. You're being an asshole. Someone did ask me out...and he is interested in me."

"Are you sure?"

"Why did he kiss me then?"

Jordan's eyebrows jumped up, "Oh, right."

"You're a jerk." Turning on your heels, you headed into the office, not waiting for Jordan's response.

As you reached the door, you swung it open with force, letting it slam once you were safely inside the cosy room.

Your Dad jumped a little in his seat, "Woah, what's up, sport?"

"Sorry, Dad...I just needed to get out of there." You said as you slumped down in the chair next to him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You shook your head gently, "Not really."

You exhaled slowly, flicking mindlessly through the diary, checking your jobs for the next few days. Your eyes were scanning the words on the pages in front of you but your mind was elsewhere. Usually, you didn't let other people's opinions matter but Jordan had hit a nerve with you. Was it because you cared what Jordan thought of you? You had always got on well with Jordan, harmlessly flirting occasionally, but nothing had ever come of it. Maybe his outburst was out of jealousy, or maybe he really didn't see you in that way. Was it because you were starting to really like Travis? He was the first person who seemed to genuinely like you regardless of your appearance or personality. But something was stopping you. You weren't Travis' usual type; you didn't wear a lot of make-up or really care about what you were wearing on a day-to-day basis.

"Dad, do you ever wish that I was...more girly?"

Your Dad turned to look at you, concern plastered across his face, "What's this about?"

"Just answer the question."

He took a deep breath, as if preparing his answer, "There was a time when I was worried. When all of the other little girls were having sleepovers and horse riding lessons or going to ballet class and I looked at you, covered in oil and repairing your bike in your overalls and baseball cap." He chuckled at the memory, "But you never let it bother you. You liked being you and I wouldn't change you for the world."

You smiled as he wheeled his chair closer to you and threw his arm around the back of your neck, pulling you in and laying a kiss on the top of your head.

The moment was interrupted by the shop door opening and a young man walking in, struggling with a giant bouquet of flowers in his arms. Your Dad stood from his chair and assisted him to settle them on top of the counter.

"Flowers? Here? Are you sure?" Your Dad joked.

The young man smiled and pointed to the delivery note in his hand, "KC Auto Repairs? They're for Y/N. Later."

You watched him leave with your eyebrows lowered, surprised and confused, "For me?"

Your Dad craned his neck, retrieving the card that was stuck in the middle of the mass of beautiful blooms, "Well, who are they from?"

You took the card from his hand, carefully opening the crisp white envelope and scanning the contents.

"There's 2 tickets for Sunday's game with your name on. TK."

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth and your heart leapt at Travis' kind gesture.

"TK? Is that...is that Travis Kelce?" He held a shaky finger towards the card.

You smirked as you continued to stare at the card, the fingers on your free hand dancing over the petals, "Erm...yeah."

"Wow. It seems you've certainly made an impression on him." He pulled you closer, "Who are you taking to the game then?"

You faced him with wide eyes, "Are you joking? You, you dummy!"

Your Dad let out a loud roar of laughter before breaking out into an impressive celebratory song and dance, "I'm going to Arrowhead!"

The office door squeaked open and you rolled your eyes slightly when Jordan poked his head into the room. Turning away from him, you stuffed the small card back into the envelope before admiring the flowers.

"Sorry, can I just get the keys for the Buick?" He mumbled.

Your Dad stopped dancing, opening the small cabinet that was hanging on the wall. He fished out the correct car keys before grinning to Jordan, "You'll never guess what, Jordan? Our Y/N here has an admirer!"

"She does?" He said, emotionless.

"Travis fucking Kelce!" He yelled.

"Dad!" You shouted in shock. You weren't used to hearing your Dad using language like that. He certainly didn't use it around you.

"I'm sorry, sport. I'm just so excited!" He slapped Jordan lightly on the chest, "I'm going to Arrowhead, man! Kelce's special guests!"

Jordan's eyes met with yours and you spotted the realisation as it hit him.

"Well, good luck to you." He nodded his head slowly before taking the keys and disappearing back to the shop floor.

There was a slightly uncomfortable silence before your Dad snorted a small laugh, "What was that about?"

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders and began chewing on your bottom lip, "Hey Dad, is it okay if I go take lunch now?"

"Sure, sport."

You smiled and grabbed your hoodie, quickly tying it around your waist and making sure your cell phone was in your overall pocket. As you pushed the door to the shop open, the bright midday sun warmed your face instantly. You began walking down the road with your phone gripped in your hand, Travis' contact showing on the screen and your head whirring with thoughts. After a few seconds you took a deep breath and pressed dial, lifting the phone up to your ear.

You weren't sure why you were so nervous, you had called Travis before. This time it was different, though. The dynamic had changed between you and this was something you really weren't used to.

The dial tone stopped after only a couple of seconds and Travis' low voice echoed into your ear, "Hello?"

"Hi, Travis. It's Y/N."

"Ahhh, you like the flowers?"

You could hear him smiling as he spoke, which made your stomach fill with butterflies, "That was a real smooth move, Kelce. I see you, getting in good with the Dad first, huh?"

He laughed, "You see right through me. So, are you coming?"

"I am."

"Are you excited for your first football game? I got you seats in the friends and family box so it won't be the true fan experience down in the stands, but I figured your Dad would be happy."

Your heart warmed, "You really didn't have to do this."

"I know I didn't." He said abruptly. "I wanted to."

You could feel your cheeks blushing and your heart rate increasing.

"So, you gotta put me out of my misery." He purred, "When can I take you out for a real date?"

Your teeth clamped down on themselves, apprehension and nerves filling your body, "I'm free tonight?"

"Tonight it is."

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I think I figured this one out, and I think I've got the rest of story in my head. But please feel free to send any burning ideas you have for this one. Because you know what I'm like, this will end up with a thousand chapters if I don't rein myself in. Quick warning for the next chapter...it's about to get spicy! Let me know if you want to be added to my Taglist too, that way you'll never miss any of my fics!!

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Giving you what no one else could Bangchan pt-1 pt-2 pt-3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Pairing: bang chan x fem!reader Brief: You have extreme body dysmorphia and depression. Chan comes in your life as a ray of light in the dark, things take a turn teaching you what love is. You come in each other's lives' as messiahs. Love is mutual chan is helping you to his max but how do you help him? Genre: soulmate AU, fluff, eventual smut (comes later in other chapters), light angst, lotss of comfort Content Warning: Mild swearing, sexual themes(again comes laterr) and discussions, mentions of body image/ self-hate A/N: This is the very first thing i'm writing in like whole of my life. This series will be shamelessly self-indulgent as I relate to this soo much. Chan makes me feel like home so this is how I portray him with my story. I have no ideas how many chapters this will have hehe. Credits: dividers by: @cafekitsune thank you so much for the dividers these are soo pretty!!

You sat on your table, with tear stained books in front of you. You were to study but couldn't bring yourself to concentrate on anything as such. A constant reminder ringing in your head that you had a very important exam and that you should study. But the other part of your own head did not want you to do that. It was like these gloomy thoughts had a mission to hold you back from studying for the exam. They used the one issue you were very conscious about- your body image. You sat mindless with only harsh words being played in your ears- "you have gotten a bit fat.. haven't you?" "you going to have all of that" "are you really gonna wear that haha" "that would've looked better on anyone but you" "do you even try to lose weight" "I was just kidding about your weight I wouldn't want to hurt you", these mostly came from your relatives and heartbreakingly your own parents. What they didn't know was their "harmless" jokes were causing very much harm to you. You thought to yourself "fuck them" but couldn't execute it instead you "fucked" yourself up. Pictures of girls with "perfect" bodies were also flashing in your head constantly how they looked so skinny and pretty how they were wanted and you weren't. You wanted to stop but couldn't, the only reflex was to cry. You crying also was not acceptable to them.

As you grew older you were not allowed to express your emotions you learnt to supress them. You only showed the very bright and uplifted side of you to the world. On the core level you knew what you were doing to yourself having one or no meal a day, exercising harshly, finding a way to make yourself fit the standards no matter how much you tried, you couldn't acheive anything. You were a "phenomenal" dancer as many said and also good at acedemics many people envied you. You chased perfection like a bull ran after the color red. You sure were praised by many but, the only thing you had ingrained in your head was "you can never be good enough" no one forced this on you but it was you who ruined yourself under this weight of the society. You drank the poison your own mind made for you decaying you bit by bit everyday. It was doing a very good job until your soulmate came to your rescue just at the right time. His name was christopher bahng also known as bang chan. How did you meet him? What wonders had you done in your past life that you deserved him? to be continued....

#bangchan #stray kids channie #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz comfort #christopher bang #skz #stray kids imagine #stray kids #skz au #alternate universe #bang chan x female reader #bang chan smut #first post

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Me: I read/watch Delicious in Dungeon for The Plot The Plot (spoilers for S01E16: Cleaners/Dried with Sweet Sake and the manga, Chapter 31: Sea Serpent, Part 1):

Never escaping from the crotch indeed lakjdladj

I also really love this fond look Marcille has for Laios and his excitement/him appreciating her genius/making use of the dungeon/whatever. It's really sweet. Chilchuck is tired and doesn't like being nearly drowned in a wall by a handsy elf.

Laios is so adorable when he's happy like this. Poor Senshi lol

Finally we get the first true Labru episode, my beloved.

Just shocked to see this mess of an adventurer. Kabru thoughts: Oh no he's hot. (yes I know he's not the one talking here, it just looks funny)

Kabru is so good-looking this episode, I took so many screencaps of him. He just looks so amazing in the anime. I love it.

Putting on smooth talker mode. Love him. Gotta flirt with the blonde tall-man for intel. I blame this whole arc for making me think Kabru is short; he's not short, Laios is just taller lol (Laios is 6'1"/185 cm tall, Kabru is 5'7"/170 cm tall). Or at least Kabru is still fitting the tall-man name and a lot taller than most other races, like the elves, just not as much as Laios is. (And for the curious: Toshiro is 5'11"/180 cm tall, so even he's shorter than Laios). I think between Toshiro, Laios, and Inutade (a 6'5"/195 cm ogre), I just had a weird impression of Kabru's height. (All heights from Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: The Adventurer's Bible)

Kabru being dangerous and also cute still. I just... I have too many screencaps of him alkdjalj Beautiful man.

Toshiro is a saint for tolerating this man. But they are cute together.

Kabru and Laios kill me T-T I wanted to fic for them ever since Kabru first showed up in the manga cause he was really cute and I wanted more of him and he seemed fucky enough that he would be fun to fic for, especially with the sort of enemies to lovers vibes of his party chasing Laios' party for revenge.

And then there's this chapter cover lol (this is actually two episodes ago story-wise, but it feels more relevant here):

And I was screaming in joy XD Particularly after we got to Kabru's obsession/curiosity about Laios in particular. I was putting off ficcing for them in case they actually met and yup, they did lol I still have a lot of ideas for fics for them. Maybe someday.

This man is having the time of his life with this nonsense and I love it roflmao He was like "they're either evil masterminds or stupid" and it's kind of the latter and mostly just "they're weird and it's funny" lol

I know he's faking so hard but it's still cute lol (Especially cause Laios offered to treat him to a meal, like hello, Labru date????) One thing I love about them as a pairing is their weirdness interacts in fun ways and it is hilarious.

This man is here for this absolute train wreck and I could not be happier for him. And them. Look at that little blush. Bless him.

Truly a phenomenal episode. It's also interesting seeing how... disrespectful, shall we say, to be polite, just about every character is to each other. You've got Chilchuck insulting Marcille for getting incapacitated, Marcille shoving Chilchuck into a wall to nearly drown without explanation, Toshiro's retainers - particularly Maizuru - being patronizing to all the non-tall-men (and any outsiders, really, considering at least what Maizuru thinks of Falin), Laios being... disrespectful to Toshiro with his name, and Kabru lying his ass off to get the deets on what the heck is going on and essentially being the human embodiment of -grabs popcorn-. It's a lot of really interesting character, social, and political dynamics. Everyone's a mess and I love it. I'm late cause of various nonsense with me misreading something and thinking they skipped a week and being busy but ahhhh such delicious food to catch up on. So good.

Other delicious Plot:

The Plot in Episode 3

The Plot in Episode 7

The Plot in Episode 9

The Plot in Episode 11

The Plot in Episode 13

The Plot in Episode 14

The Plot in Episode 15

The Plot in Episode 16 (you are here)

The Plot in Episode 17

#ダンジョン飯 #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #fallfthoughts #laios touden #marcille donato #chilchuck tims #toshiro nakamoto #labru #kabru of utaya #such a good episode #maizuru #like people get mad at the elves when this episode happened and it's like folks what were you reading lol #maizuru won't even dignify senshi with a name #and laios and chilchuck won't correct laios' fuckup with toshiro #the social dynamics of dungeon meshi are really good

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TOP 10 favourite AA fanfics?

Hello!

Thank you for asking me too, since I saw the answers from the dear comrades in AA fandom, and I'm very touched you also asked me. Thank you!

As for TOP, it's going to be my subjective taste and, sorry, more than 10, so without further do, in no particular order:

The whole AruAni in Fort Salta, with the leading role of Village By The End of The World by @moonspirit. The true treasure for the AruAni fandom, but, in my opinion, even for the whole AoT fandom as an incredible and impressive post-canon tale.

Phenomenally written with complex, layered narration and excellent character analysis and exploration of various topics - outside and inside, past and present, and the sheer beauty of human lives with all the struggles, traumas and nightmares, tangled with the incredible moments of mundane and peaceful life. This story makes you love this life and see the beauty in the smallest of things - both the characters and the readers.

(but honestly, read all Moon's works)

Black Water and the whole collection by @distortedclouds

A very precise dive into Annie's (and Armin's) relationships through the lens of the family - Annie's father and the one Armin and Annie try to build on their own. It's a fresh and solid exploration with a fantastic character analysis without any restrictions - raw and honest, in all glory. Fantastic style, impressive depths, and a story that leaves a huge impact.

Little Bird by @aquietjune is, perhaps, one of the best Annie-centric fics ever written with a unique post-canon setting and a very sharp, in the most wonderful ways, writing style, that immediately steals you away from this world, and you're caught hostage by June's imagination and mysteries.

Legends by @mimiwrites2000 is an impressive, emotional rollercoaster of canon-divergence with heart-wrenching twists and a beautiful writing style that makes you feel longing for something that you don't even know a name. I would describe this fic as "bittersweet nostalgia".

(just like with Clouds and Moon, go and read everything, honestly)

By Each Crime and Kindness (I'm bound to you) by @aruanimess, in my opinion, is one of the best Cadets AruAni stories I've ever read - the story holds the tense melancholy of the canon with the bittersweet moments of adolescence which was forced to live and to love in their cruel world. But the world is also beautiful, and, I suppose, this is exactly what this story is about.

on the path that led me to you by @the-last-thread-of-my-sanity is another perfect example of one of the best Cadest AruAni fics, in my opinion. Very honest, and fragile, just like the first love and the first leaves in the spring, story, that, however, holds a very deep analysis of AruAni moments during their time as Cadets - and what lies beneath the surface.

The Difference Between Us by @/BreakingSanity - maybe, the most unique AruAni fic ever written. I mean, where else would you find Human!Annie and... Tiny!Annie 4 inches tall romance with unique, complex story-building and universe, plot twists and a lot, a lot of emotions? The story hooked you just from the very first chapter.

Wait By The Ocean by @/SirCookieton is absolutely stellar exploration of the grief and denial, love and hope, that is already doomed from the start, but the sheer longing, the raw emotions that etched every word through the course of the story, leave huge scars in your heart as a reminder that, sometimes, the most difficult part is accepting the inevitable.

Nothing Sweeter Than You, A Perfect Love by @dude-why-3 are my personal favourites and the stories that are very dear to my heart. This is a magical tale of star-crossed lovers in a Romanian village, set in the 1950's, and these stories are a wonderful example of how to write romance stories in general. But let me also mention Who painted the sky? - a story that granted me an experience I never had, but it's so well-written, that it feels like I experienced something like this. It feels like a memory from a summer.

A Force To Be Reckoned by @luciensdefenseattorney a solid historical AU, with mysteries, tension and great background stories! And as for the similar vibe, I would also mention The Viscount and His Silent Ballerina by @/cherriesinmoonlight

These City Lights by @annieleonhardt was one of the first AruAni fics I ever read, and it's still one of my favourites, even if it's not finished. Silent movie director Armin and silent movie actress Annie, set in the early 1920's? Yes, please.

Tater Tots & Heavy Thoughts by Anonymous is still one of the most honest, of the most delicate stories I've ever read, written with a lot of care, attention and love for the details. This story had a huge impact on me, and it still has, so if you want to dive into a fantastic character study through the perspective of some very heavy topics which are explored with a lot of care - this story is exactly for this.

Coveted by @/honeyriot is a majestically written exploration of intimacy and how two ruined souls find solace in each other embrace. 11 chapters of sensuality, honesty, bravery and vulnerability.

On freer seas by @/astralcrow is a very solid Pirate AU, with incredible and stunning world-building, great character analysis and development, and the tension that don't leave you several weeks after you finish this mind-blowing story.

And, some incredible oneshots I really liked a lot:

Tangerine Skies and Muffled Cries by @midnightraine131

A River, An Ocean by @yourmaejesty

Dawn by @/aikrm

okay by @lunamoon1233

Deep Cuts by @dude-why-3

A glimpse of us. by @/Decoii

invisible strings by @diam-etrical

If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy? by @aruxani

But let me summarize that eveyone who creates in AA fandom is incredible, and I'm forever grateful for all the content we have in fandom.

You all are wonderful and thank you a lot!

#aruani #aruani fanfiction #aruani fanfic #aruani fic #arminarlert #annie leonhardt #annie leonhart #armin x annie #answered ask #ask

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ever in your favor by @iron--spider

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

fic by @iron--spider

art by @angel-gidget

624 pages / 153,984 words

Title Font: PP Hatton, Rustic Printed

Body Fonts: Californian FB, Moonglade, Bebas Neue, War Is Over, Architects Daughter

More on the process below the cut!

I have...SO much to say about this project! This fic was one that I've wanted to do ever since I started fanbinding, and it was one I saved until my technical skills caught up with my vision for the book. @iron--spider is my favorite author and a wonderful friend, and I wanted to be able to do this masterwork justice!

Given that it's a Hunger Games AU, I wanted to touch on the Hunger Games aesthetic while still being unique. I started with the cover; I knew I wanted red and yellow, something bold and evocative of the Iron Man, Spiderman vibe. It also doubles as an implication of the blood spilt during the games, especially in volume II - when Peter actually enters the games. I chose the spider for the cover, and painted it on the cover paper with inky black paint; I cut a stencil, and while the images did have some drippy areas, I don't mind it so much. It's meant to look like graffiti, Peter's symbol that the people of the Districts scrawl everywhere they can get away with it.

In turn, I also experimented with a paint pen on this one of the titling, done on the spine piece, which is black Better Than Goat leather! Again, I went in with a stencil, and opted for blockier letters, like something you might see spray painted onto a wall.

The endpapers are custom; I messed around with a weird cityscape I found and came out with the image you see above. The setting for the games is a futuristic city, much like MCU NYC would be, complete with an Avengers Stane tower.

And then of course, there's the typeset itself! The Hunger Games books don't have particularly striking typesets, but I did go for the dystopian vibe with the Rustic Printed font on the chapter numbers, and Moonglade for the chapter titles, giving it a very industrial feel.

It was also a pleasure to include the art that @angel-gidget did for the fic as well! Her book covers are so gorgeous and I love her manip style so much <3 I also included the short drabble @iron--spider did on her Tumblr, a post-story snack-sized fic, as well as a meta question she answered via her asks that I thought was particularly interesting. The District guide at the back, including what Districts each character belongs to and whether or not they are deceased was interesting to put together, and I hope I didn't make any mistakes!

Last, but certainly not least, this book was the first one I was able to do really nice headbands on. Shoutout to @morningstarbindery who helped me learn how! They look phenomenal and I never would have figured it out on my own <3

I'm excited for everyone to see these books! One day I'll have all your works on my shelf ;)

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FAQ

*this post continues heavy totk spoilers

How did it start?

A lot of people started posting some really cool art of a TotK ending where Zelda returns as a hybrid dragon creature thing. I saw a few that called it a “bad” ending and I noticed she was often portrayed with dominantly human-features just like, with horns or a tail, or the purple eyes, etc. I love to play video games(clearly) and I enjoy the challenge of seeing various endings, not just “secret endings” (think Heavy Rain, Until Dawn, The Witcher 3, Drakengard- anyone else play this?) I got to thinking about how her coming back didn’t really like a true “bad ending”. To me, a bad ending, really, would be one in which she didn’t get to magically, miraculously come back in any form. A bad ending to me would be Mineru’s warning held true. And in doing so, it would become The Legend of Zelda because she becomes the stuff of myths. Of true Legend. Fulfilling destiny (botw-era and the series as a whole). My brain sort of took off from there regarding the implications this would have on Hyrule and specially, our boy Link.

How could you! A Bad ending? Is this story at least hurt and eventual comfort??? Does it have a happy ending??

I could tag this hurt and comfort, but usually people who read these types of stories have certain expectations of what “comfort” is (and that’s okay!). Same with a “happy” ending. I don’t need stories to be wrap up in a bow with warmth to enjoy them. Honestly, some of the stories that have touched me the most over the years have had “sad” endings/negative character arcs/tragedy. That being said, I don’t particularly enjoy pure whump, either. What I feel is most important and what I am to do with this story, is to make any suffering meaningful. With purpose. And hopefully- maybe- you’ll see the “comfort” that is possible even in these types of stories.

Wait! So Zelda remains a dragon?

Yes. They defeat the demon dragon. Rauru and Sonia appear in a silent thanks, then they disappear and Link falls from the sky alone into the water. The Light Dragon continues along in her flight above him.

Link is also the only one who can see/has ever seen the Light Dragon.

Are there any other major changes from TotK?

It follows the game pretty closely. It’s just hard to say exactly what is in this story from TotK because there is just so much. In BotW, I headcanon Link took his time. He doesn’t remember anything. He is alone, lost, and the world is a vast, broken place. Therefore, it is plausible/ realistic in my head for all the side questions to be done prior to the ending being reached. In TotK, especially with the headcanon he and Zelda were together in the time between BotW and TotK, I had a hard time imagining Link would waste much time on anything unnecessary to save Zelda. So, with this in mind, I’ve had to justify the side questions to include in the story. Link’s journey is a bit different than my own. Whereas I actually spent 80% of my playthrough exploring the depths, this Link only went down when necessary. Meaning many of the lightroots have not been unlocked and he only has part of the armor of the depths. In the Linktober and the early concept, he has the entire set but this has been changed for the main comic.

How far after the events of TotK does this take place?

Five years.

Is it completely planned out?

Yes. I have a complete rough story outline done. It’s 17 chapters. I am anticipating some editing as I go, but regardless, it’s a big project. A huge shout out to @zeldaelmo and @fioreofthemarch for helping me get the story set. They are both phenomenal writers for the LoZ fandom so be sure to check them out!

What happened to the comic?

I made the decision to tell this story (initially) in writing. I have a very specific style in mind for this story as a full comic and honestly, I just don't feel like my artistic ability and overall proficiency is where I want it to be at this time. I'm still learning! I will be continuing to post art, concept art, and some comic panels here as I go and eventually, I would love to adapt the story into a full comic, but for now, I'll be telling the main story in writing.

How long have you been drawing?

I’ve been drawing all my life. Just for fun, although I took a few classes in school. Digitally, self-taught, since fall 2022. Still very new to this with lots to learn! I have a minor in creative writing and feel much more confident and comfortable with that.

Feel free to send me a DM with questions anytime! I plan to update this periodically.

Last updated 2/26/24

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ceaseless-watchers-special-girl · 2 months

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you guys. you guys you guys. i think i know what i want from the final season of the penumbra podcast. i have spent the past ten minutes pacing around my room. yesterday i read up to chapter 17 of prydon's fic separate but syncopated (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30943430/chapters/76417991) which let's be honest, you've probably read already. it's phenomenal. if you haven't, you should.

so i've been thinking. i just really want to go back to brahma. i want to go back to brahma and take down the guardian angel system.

the thing is, the junoverse is a very character driven storyline, and i love that about it. the second citadel is more event driven i think, and it was more difficult for me to get into that storyline and stick with it (i'm weak i'm sorry). for example, although the first season focuses a lot on juno solving the whole martian artefact doodah, back then the penumbra crew were still finding their feet.

then junoverse season 2 happened, and the entire point of that season was basically "get juno over his trauma" (that's why it was so long oh my god). sure, there was a whole plot with ramses and the theia souls, but i think we can all agree that was secondary to juno's character development.

next, season 3. season 3 is definitely character driven, you literally can't deny it. it focuses on each member of the carte blanche in turn, and it uses the plot, finding the curemother prime, as a secondary tool to further the true point of the season: getting to know the characters.

season 4 i'm a little less certain about because i'm typing this post straight into tumblr fresh out of my brain (if anyone wants to help out with the analysis i'd love that). but i think the point of season 4 is to test and showcase the bonds of the carte blanche with each other, and juno rescuing them all is not only a good story, but also a good way to show off the relationships they built in season 3. his relationship with nureyev is shown through periodic reading of the journal, and juno's copious inner monologues (i say like i'm one to talk when all of these thoughts are swirling around in my own head).

then, season 5. the point of this season mirrors that of season 2, but this time, we need to get nureyev over his trauma. this is way trickier, because we're not inside nureyev's head, we're still in juno's. it's still character driven because the aim is to help nureyev, but the plot is given by juno having to chase him across the galaxy. hence, juno's hesitation when he finally finds nureyev.

well, steel, you've caught him. now what the hell are you going to do with him?

there is no plot to drive the character study anymore. our goal was to help nureyev, and juno (poor juno) has done all he can. the ball falls squarely into nureyev's court now, and juno has no say in the plot of the rest of the story. this is why i have been chewing myself alive since the last episode — we know what's next for the characters emotionally, but we have absolutely zero idea what's happening next plot-wise. it's killing me.

(what was the point of this post again?)

OH WAIT I'VE GOT IT. so. since our whole thing for this season is helping nureyev, and we all want him to go batshit fucking insane, i really want nureyev to go back to brahma, and finish what he started two decades ago. i think it's the perfect circular story arc to keep them occupied while nureyev heals emotionally from the fallout from everything going on with slip.

also, sorry to get real for a second, but i've just been tearing myself apart being morally outraged at the world we live in, and the fact that i'm barely able to do anything about it. maybe one day i could, but until then, it would be nice to see my favourite space gays set an example.

now, i know there's complications with this. nureyev refused to take the guardian angel system down in the first place because of the damage it would cause, and i'm willing to bet he hasn't excised that moral core just yet, no matter how hard he's trying. but i'm sure they can find a way to make it work. they have rita, after all!!

they're definitely hinting at a homecoming arc for juno. i think nureyev needs one too, is all.

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #peter nureyev #juno steel #rambling again sorry #dear god penumbra has me in it's grips will it never let go?#essay #i genuinely for real did not intend this one to be an essay i promise #it just happened my brain doesn't shut up

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entomolog-t · 2 months

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GtWAC Day 13 : 3 Different Genres

Clawing my way to catch up (We late late, but we WILL finish) 😭

Today's Prompt is Fic Recommendations in 3 different genres💕

First up is an INCREDIBLE work of Adventure Fantasy : Wick's End

@eightyuh Does an a phenomenal job taking a wild and unexpected concepted and pulling it together into a poignant metaphor. While Wick's End is full of hilarious moments, the comedy never seems to overtake the weight that the story carries. While we can laugh at Glen's expense, there is something deeply relatable and vulnerable about him as a character, making it so easy to feel for him and sympathize with his predicament.

Frankly all of the main cast has incredible premises that are both so out there, yet when shown in the context of their world they feel at home. It's something about the combination of the characters being real enough that you're able to both laugh at them, but also take their issues seriously- A dog struggling to understand human society is a fun and hilarious concept, but theres the weight of his realness?? The wanting of acceptance when others can't see him for what he is??? Like the skill to pace a story where the reader can bounce from laughing to feeling swept off their feet by the reality of their situation??

Each chapter has left me hooked and foaming at mouth for the next release- just ??? JGSFJKDGFKJ

I COULD GO ON FOR DAYS???

NEXT UP IS THIS ABSOLUTE GEM OF A OF A SCIFI HORROR SHORT- ANOTHER GTWAC CREATION TO BOOT!!! I read this a few nights back and was on the edge of my seat!! I absolute love the voice of the main character. @creatorofuniverses writes Casper in a way that genuinely makes them feel like a person I would know. They really do feel like you're everyday person got shoved into the widest job, and I am HERE for it. Without spoiling too much- I LOVED the creature descriptions, both aesthetics but also the mannerisms??? My gosh it just left me feeling so on edge??? Just such a great concept executed in a truly fun yet tense way! I would love to see more of Casper if you ever decide to use the premise as more than a short 😭💕

Finally we have the category of Dark Romance, with none other than @bittykimmy13 / @kendsleyauthor and their amazing fic The Clandestine Queen. Now this made for a wonderful read!! The premise is both so unique and also so uneasy??? There's a palpable tension throughout that just scratches something deep in my brain. Fantastic dialogue, wild premise, and a wonderfully competent female lead?? What more could a gal want? The interactions between Lorelei and the much more cold Andres are truly Dark Romance Magic (especially in the follow up piece) 😭 This just ticks every box for me and I cannot recommend this highly enough. The style of writing is captivating, the characters are intriguing, and the premise wonderfully unique!! The delivery from @kendsleyauthor as always never disappoints!!💕

#THIS FICS GIVE ME LIFE #SDJKWJFEHL #LOVE THESE SO MUCH #READ THEM #I COMMAND IT #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t prompts #g/t writing #GtWac

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Negai no Astro Chapter One: Thoughts

I am late, in 3 days we will have chapter two, life has been too busy but I planned to share my thoughts on every chapter as the manga goes, so i will write them down here anyway

I have not read chapter 2 leaks nor do i plan to so these are all based on whatever info we got from chapter 1

Overall, Wakui never fails to intrigue me with his concepts. A lot of people online who enjoy hating on his works just because they didn’t like Tokyo Revengers and wanted to board the hate train kept calling it tr 2.0, but to me, it is a unique concept, the only thing it shares with tr is its art style (obviously, both are drawn by Wakui, he was not going to magically change his art just because it is a new work, besides, his art is precious and comforting to see, why would we want it to change?) + the concept of gangs and brotherhood which are prevalent in Tokyo Revengers. Other than that, this story is set out to be different. I love space, supernatural elements, family stories, angst and drama, and this story seems to blend all together. With a family of adopted siblings and a biological son, it makes me wonder, do any of the adopted ones harbor any hatred in their hearts for Hibaru? Who is close to whom? Who hates whom? There seems to be a lot of tension, like royal family children fighting for the throne, they would fight for succeeding their father.

Starting with Shio, could he be the main antagonist of the story? The panels seemed to focus on him whenever they were mentioning the succession. It seemed he had his eye on it, considering he is the first adopted son, he most likely expected he would be the next leader. In the second panel, his rage is apparent when Hibaru announced that Terasu was chosen. Perhaps he would try to “dethrone” the two, to speak in kingdom terms. Also, Kou did tell them to stay out of Shio’s way, it seems to me each siblings will have their own squad, and it will be a family feud. I am expecting lots of battle, and knowing Wakui, angst and bloodshed.

Hibaru my beloved! I am so attached to him already. Wholesome mc with a brave heart, count me in! Like Takemichi, he is dedicated to his goal, and to looking after his loved ones, as it was his will to save Terasu that gave him strength (+ the memory of his Father guiding him) I can’t say much about him, but he seems to be a golden retriever type of boy, with a pure soul and a strong will, and he most likely does not want the family to fight, as he does his best to avoid that. (but he also does not take sh*t from anyone, as he almost attacked Kou and had the cutest little angry face) Hibaru was always shown to be excited when his father brought new siblings home, and I do not think he dislikes any of them. But anyway, I will support my son’s rights and wrongs.

And these two seem to be the gossipers of the family who attend to talk sh*t about everyone else lol. The pretty boy with the colored hair gives me Hanma vibes, he seems to be quite chill, just wanting to see how it all goes down (or not, just an impression based on his vibe, but either way, I love his energy.) as for blondie with the scar, he caught my attention the most out of all the siblings, aside being beautiful design wise and looking like Kokonui, his sarcastic personality and just overall aura definitely interested me. He also never opened his eyes once during the whole chapter, and his scar goes through his eyes, could he be blind? I need to know more about him and his backstory, how he got this scar..and can he see..perhaps, his new power could make him see? (If he is blind)

What made me love Tokyo Revengers so much was not its plot (yes, Wakui cooked, he is a good author, Tenjiku arc’s plot was phenomenal and one of the most memorable in all works of fiction Ive read), but what engraved tr into my heart, making it something so dear to me, a story I’m way too attached to, is the bond between its characters, and the relationships between them, whether i saw it in a platonic or romantic sense, and all the various sibling relations, how Shinichiro changed the course of destiny itself for his brother, how Mitsuya raised two little sisters on his own and protected them, how Naoto loved his sister so much he meddled in time for her, how Yuzuha put her own safety on the line and endured endless abuse for her brother, etc. Wakui writes all types of relationships so beautifully it moved me to tears so many times, and that is why the sibling bond between Terasu and Hibaru is so dear to me.

Like?? Absolutely precious. Their love for each other is already so evident only from one chapter. Cant wait to see more of them and hopefully it stays pure and untainted…(Wakui im looking at you.)

However..I can't help but think of this. Terasu's parents were defeated (k*lled) by Hibaru's dad, and Wakui never adds details for no reason. Everything in tr was carefully planned since day one even if it was rushed at the end, so, could this turn into a "Judas" sort of situation, where Terasu is faced with a difficult choice to make? Could he betray Hibaru? They are so dear to me, I would hope not, but also...angst...

Random thought: Code Geass is my all time favorite anime, and this part reminded me of the very first episode of Code Geass, where CC speaks to Lelouch, giving him the power of Geass, which brings me to..her

Again, i have not seen leaks, idk if it is revealed who she is in chapter two, but we have not seen her yet in chapter one..is she part of the family, or could she be similar to CC in a way, related to the "astro" power? I am keen to know more about her

Another random thought: I am obsessed with her and I don't even know her name yet, but she is gorgeous. All the girls Wakui drew in tr are stunning but she just..stands out, her design is unique to all ladies Wakui drew before, she reminds me of a femme Manjiro mixed with Koko, and Betty Boop

Lastly, the whole adopted siblings, each with a unique super power, is reminding me of The Umbrella Academy, and I'm sat. I'm a sucker for such stories lol, I am excited to learn more about what each power does and what each sibling got, especially that which looks like a third eye. Since astro grants the heart's desire and what they wish for, I am curious to see what each of them wants the most, and to learn more about their character. Can't wait for my new journey with Negai no Astro, it is a promising start! (Won't ever leave TR behind though)

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convulsionofhonesty · 1 year

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top 10 books of 2022

i read 50 books this year and i’m going to share my top 10 and what i loved most about them (in no particular order)

1. writers & lovers by lily king - this book legitimately changed my life by reminding me of how desperate i am to lead a creative life. there are certain books that make you want to be a writer. this is one. featuring clean-cut, economical prose that gets straight to the point, and the point is diving into one of the most compelling characters i’ve had the honor to spend a story with. i read it twice this year because i will never be ready to part with this main character.

2. last night at the telegraph club by malinda lo - this was a reread for me and i appreciated it infinitely more the second time. the vividness of the writing strikes me as a particular triumph of this work. you can feel every emotion, see and hear every setting. that and a deeply engaging narrative make it one of those books that i continue to think about constantly.

3. crush by richard siken - my favorite poetry collection i have read, and reread, both within this year. he is one of those writers that reminds you how amazing it is to be a human that can feel and say so much. sharp images, glorious repitition, and stunning formatting that has inspired much of my own adventure into the world of unique poetic structure on the page.

4. homegoing by yaa gyasi - probably one of the most ingenious books i have ever read. to this day i fail to understand how it is possible to cover so much in so few pages and not leave the reader feeling like something is missing, but she certainly does it. sweeping multi-generational story where each chapter reads like both an exquisite short story that could stand on its own and a part of the richly woven whole. phenomenal novel that i wholeheartedly believe will be a classic in the future.

5. the idiot by elif batuman - another character that weaseled her way into my brain and has never left. a plotless, indulgent, meandering character study that struck such a cord with me. i read this at the exact right time in my life and for the week that i was making my way through it, there was no distinction between the narrator and myself in my mind. i don’t know how to explain this, but i was narrating my own life through this character’s eyes. captivating.

6. piranesi by susanna clarke - an exemplary work of fantasy that explores the nuances of knowledge and gratitude, balancing expertly between critiquing the pursuit of knowledge and power and exalting wonder, curiosity, and science. a book written in journal entries which flows perfectly and never feels choppy. leaves you thinking differently about the world.

7. open water by caleb azumah nelson - a short novella you can read in a day, and you will have to, as it is so enchanting and haunting that you cannot stop. it fully took over my mind until i finished it. it features second person narration which creates an unmatched level of closeness between reader and narrator. triumphantly evocative, intimate, and precise prose. the most poetic novel(la) i've had the pleasure of reading since on earth we're briefly gorgeous.

8. the great believers by rebecca makkai - the highlight of this book is the dense prose; every sentence feels perfectly chosen and hits you just as hard as the last. there is never a break, never a breather from the stunning writing. for that reason it is a slow book to move through, but in the best way. also accomplishes using dual pov/timelines in a way that does not detract from the fluidity of the work. very heavy subject matter but imbued with hope, gratitude, and affection.

9. the starless sea by erin morgenstern - prior to reading piranesi, this was my favorite fantasy read of the year. the world is so engrossing and the formatting of the novel is unique and inventive. vivid world builidng and a meandering, cris-crossing plot that enthralls from the beginning. an ode to humanity and the interconnectedness of the stories we tell.

10. babel by r.f. kuang - a lengthy novel that is well worth the time it takes, featuring a slate of morally ambiguous young people bumping up against the limits of their social power. similarly to piranesi, it embraces curiosity, drive, passion, and learning while chastising the intrenchment of power in academia. kuang cements herself as figurehead of the historical fantasy subgenre, tapping into its full potential.

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kelcemenow · 5 months

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Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 3.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1481

Warnings Some strong language and a bit of fluff!

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

You grabbed a couple of bags of Dorito's and sauntered to the cashier's desk to pay for your fuel and snacks. The harsh lighting in the 7-Eleven ached your eyes after another night of working late in the shop. You wiped your brow with the back of your hand and smiled as you handed over your money.

Your boots clunked against the linoleum flooring as you walked towards the exit, your arms full of chips. You held your hand out to push the door open at the same time as someone else on the other side pulled it hard. A bag of Funions escaped your grip and you rolled your eyes in tired frustration, struggling to pick them back up.

"Here, let me help." The stranger said.

You balanced the rest of the snack between your knee and chest as you lowered yourself to the ground, "No, it's fine."

"You helped me, it's only fair that I help you."

You looked up in confusion to see the face that belonged to the voice, his eyebrows raised high.

You breathed a small laugh, "Travis. Hi!"

He rubbed his palms together, "I'm surprised you've remembered me. You know, since you ghosted me."

You piled the runaway snacks on top of the rest, replacing your arms underneath to steady them, "Ghosted? I wouldn't say that. I just didn't take you up on your offer. It was cute though."

Travis grinned, his eyes sparkling, "Anyway, what are you doing here?" He leaned in closer to you, "Are you following me?"

"Don't flatter yourself." You snorted a laugh, "Besides, I was technically here first."

You pointed to your haul, "Big night planned?"

"Oh yeah, action movie marathon and my body weight in chips."

"How about that drink instead?"

You tilted your head to the side, "Travis."

"What? Give me one good reason why you shouldn't."

You suddenly felt vulnerable with the cashier staring intensely at you, presumably a Chiefs fan. You glanced in her direction and smiled politely, before ushering Travis outside into the small parking lot.

"You don't know me."

"And who's fault is that?" He joked.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders, still trying to stop yourself from dropping anything, "I...I can't. I'm not dressed to go out."

Travis shook his head and looked at the floor, the corners of his mouth rising into a smile, "That excuse again. I don't care what you look like!" He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought, "Wait there. I'll be 2 minutes."

You watched as he retreated into the store, disappearing behind the high shelves and racks of food. In an attempt to see what he was doing, you lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes, managing to drop the bag of Funions again. You groaned to yourself, picking them up before dumping the whole lot onto the hood of your car. As you turned back he was emerging from the store, the bright lights spilling out onto the dark tarmac. He happily held up two Slupees, one vivid red and the other neon green.

You squinted your eyes at him, a smirk creeping onto your lips. "What's this?"

"We're going to have a drink. Just one drink...and if you're not interested, I'll drop it."

You pressed your lips together, wondering whether to listen to your head or your heart. Your head was telling that this was a stupid idea, completely unprofessional and you should just go home. But your heart was completely intrigued by the tall, handsome football player. He wasn't a customer anymore and there was no harm in one Slurpee in the parking lot of a 7-Eleven.

"Okay, fine."

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"You've seriously never seen a football game?"

You grabbed another handful of chips, shovelling them into your mouth, "Nope. I mean, I've been in the room when there was a game on...but I didn't exactly watch it."

"I'm sorry, I just find it hard to believe. Especially when your Dad is my number one fan." One of his piercing eyes winked at you.

You nudged him with your elbow, "Well, believe it or not...for some people, football isn't everything."

"What is?"

You took a sip of your Slurpee before you turned your head to face Travis, the streetlight highlighting the contours of his face, "What is what?"

"What is everything to you?"

You held his warming gaze for a moment before looking back to your feet, your legs outstretched on the pavement, "I don't know. I guess I never had a 'thing'. I got really good at fixing things...so that's what I do."

Travis leaned back slightly, his palms against the cool concrete, "I think that's cool though. It's different."

"Oh, it's different alright. I've had to deal with a lot of shit. You wouldn't believe how many men don't want their car's fixed by a woman."

You saw Travis shaking his head in your peripheral vision, "Man. That sort of shit makes me fucking angry."

"What's the point in getting angry though?" You asked, "You can't change the minds of ignorant people. They'll always be fucking ignorant."

A slight chill caught you and as you rubbed your upper arms with your hands, Travis quickly stood up, removing his jacket.

"You're freezing, take this."

You smiled, "I'm okay, really. But thank you." You lifted yourself up from the ground, a sudden sting of pain shooting across your muscles, "God, my ass is killing me!"

Travis laughed, wiping down a spot on the hood of his car, "Here, save your ass."

You turned yourself around and rested on Travis' GMC as Travis draped his jacket around your shoulders. Your knees suddenly weakened as he was closer to you than ever before, his dreamy eyes focused on making sure you were suitably covered.

"Thank you." You whispered, your fingers clinging to the collar as his woodsy cologne filled your nostrils.

He stayed close to you for a few seconds, his eyes flickering across your face. You looked up at him, your heartbeat speeding up and your stomach knotting tightly. You could feel his light touch on your elbow, a burning sensation building up in your chest as his bottom lip became clamped in his teeth.

He took a few breaths before his mouth curved into a smile, "Is it bad that I wanna kiss you?"

Your eyes widened, "You wanna...really?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes glittering, "Yeah." His voice was low, almost a groan.

You clenched your thighs together, shuffling slightly against his car, unsure of what to say.

Travis noticed your silence, searching your expression for information, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." You breathed out your response, trying to hide your grin.

Travis' face beamed and he quickly looked down at the ground. His hand moved from your elbow, sliding down to take your hand in his, a gentle squeeze once his skin made contact with yours. Butterflies rushed to your stomach as Travis licked his lips slowly. You could swear you could feel the tightness move down to your core, but you took a deep breath and focused on the man in front of you.

He took a step forward and you parted your legs slightly so he could rest between them, his eye contact never breaking. The longer he waited, the more intense the atmosphere was becoming. A gentle gust of wind blew across the parking lot and Travis responded by wrapping his arms around you, protecting you from the cold with his large frame. His body was warm and safe, solid and comforting.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?"

You suddenly felt unguarded, exposed even, as Travis looked deeply into your eyes. No one had ever called you beautiful before, aside from your parents. You didn't think of yourself as feminine, delicate or beautiful, those qualities didn't seem to interest you. But hearing it being said out loud, and sounding so genuine, you weren't sure how to react.

Suddenly, your internal overthinking was interrupted by Travis' soft lips pressing onto yours. You inhaled deeply as you held you closely and your eyelids fluttered closed. Your senses were stimulated, his slightly rough facial hair against your face, his hands clinging to your back and his thumbs stroking the fabric of his jacket back and forth. You melted into his hold as you allowed the kiss to happen, your skin tingling with every movement he made.

After a few seconds you pulled away. You stood up from the car and paced a couple of steps forward, Travis' jacket still hanging loosely over your shoulders. You could feel a smile tugging on your lips but you took a deep breath and turned back towards Travis.

His eyebrows were narrowed, "Everything okay?"

You cleared your throat quietly, your fingers fidgeting, "Yeah...I uhhh just needed a second."

He took his hand and gently cradled the side of your face, "Take all of the time you need."

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I honestly didn't intend for this to be a slow burner at all! I may get some more angsty moments in the next chapter if people want that. Feel free to send any thoughts or ideas you have on this concept, I'm always open to suggestions! As always, let me know if you want to be included in the Taglist for my fics, more will be coming!

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j0kers-light · 5 months

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Hi Chaos! MASSIVE FAN of your work!

A little headcannon/short story idea (If you find it suitable and to your liking, of course <3)

We keep on hearing of how y/n interacts on social media- but what about the Joker? Does he have a secret account for fun, does he stay away from it or is there a third alternative?

Bonus! (In honor of Spotify wrapped coming out): What type of music genre do you think the Joker enjoys listening to?

Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨

wow, haven't had one of these in a hot minute. I miss answering anon... 🥺🥺ANYHOO!!!

THANK YOU FOR BEING A MASSIVE FAN! I LOVES YOU MUCH! *opens up my docs so I can work hard to make content for mi sweet loving anon*

Let's get into it! Straight to the point because I can go into heavy detail AND I WILL. I WILL GO INTO HEAVY DETAIL! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

First and foremost, Joker isn't addicted to modern technology like we are as a culture, this man is soooo old fashion it makes your eyes roll.

He doesn't see the appeal of TikTok or apps like Snapchat even if the filters make him all sparkly and look cool. He takes silly selfies with you if you beg him to and he lets you save some on your phone however; if he sees them anywhere else-- say goodbye to fun selfies forever!

He can't have any evidence of his real face floating around. Phones can be hacked! So you suggest Polaroids and Joker breathes a sigh of relief.

Get it? Polaroid? Just like in the infamous photo Joker snapped in the chapter Push and Pull! 🤭

If Joker uses any social media platforms, it’s in an anonymous fashion.

Joker is on Twitch because he's secretly a gamer but he doesn't use a cam. He loves stalking your personal blog and he's always going down a rabbit hole on YouTube.

You won't find him anywhere that requires a legal profile. Anything that can be traced back to him and most importantly you is a no go. He won't risk you being used as blackmail or worse.

He'll check your Patreon from time to time if you're a digital artist or something of the sort but other than that, his phone is used primary for communication with you.

Joker would rather leave behind sticky notes or his signature playing cards than send a text. He scatters the apartment with little love notes; it’s so corny but sweet.

Now on the other hand if you need assistance whether it be for a skit, making a reel, etc., best believe Joker will hold your camera for you, he'll help you edit videos, he’ll even direct the content so its the best on the internet!

He'll be so supportive if you're a content creator. Scratch that. Joker is supportive in everything you do!

Granted he doesn't understands a lick of social media or its lingo, he will go above and beyond to make sure your content is phenomenal.

Need a nice shot of the Gotham Bridge or a background of somewhere cool? Its mysteriously empty for your use...

Need good lighting for a quick reel? Joker is setting off explosions in the background. Fire is really good natural lighting... far better than a ring light. 👀

Whatever you need, say the word and its yours. Joker will get anything for his Light.

THAT BEING SAID! BONUS ASK ITS A TWO FOR ONE DEAL!

I think I answered a similar ask like this but I'll do it again because I love to answer questions!!

(I have a confession to make. I do not have a Spotify... so I can't do the viral wrapped thingy but I'm aware of it!)

I fully support Joker being older than you (teehee we stan mature older men around these parts!!)

That being said.. Joker grew up with good music like back when music meant something—not just mindless noise to add onto a video for likes.

He has an ear for jazz, crooner, classic R&B, and the occasional rock, heavy metal stuff if it has relatable lyrics (it channels his inner psycho don't judge him)

He cannot stand pop music or anything that's featured on the top 100's or played on repeat in a department store. He will stab someone over it. No questions asked.

If his Bunny is singing/dancing along to it he might make an exception because your voice is so soothing to him, it puts a different spin to the song. There's still a fifty fifty change he's tuning it out.

But he strongly believes all boy bands should be executed, no exceptions. That's where he draws the line.

Totally forgot I made a oneshot about Joker and music too!

Slippery When Wet lol...

Hope that answered your ask beloved! 🖤✨

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#ledger joker x reader #reader insert #black!fem!reader #ledger joker #heath joker #joker x reader #joker x y/n #dark knight joker #Joker's taste in music #it varies but he's coming around #his lighthouse

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sgkophie · 2 years

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Man's World - Chapter 11 - Can I Offer You A Hamster?

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: fluff, language

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5600

AN: Ok ladies and gentlemen... some fluff, as promised! Don't get too used to it yet. We've still got a ways to go :-P

Your comments and reactions to this story have really blown me away so THANK YOU!!! I am so honored you chose to read this story. I gobble them up like dessert xoxoxo

Next I have Part 2 to my Charles One Shot (another request!) and then the newest Chapter of Man's World will be Sunday or Monday.

Also to the people submitting all those Carlos requests, I PROMISE a lot of them will be in the upcoming chapters of Man's World so you will see your requests, promise.

Short Synopsis: Enemies to lovers with Carlos. <3

Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here!

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Georgia POV

When I woke up Monday morning after the Barcelona race, I was still livid at Carlos. I quickly packed my bags and met Lando, Charles and Max at the airport, not saying a word to Carlos as I left our shared hotel room. Max had hired us all a private jet back to Monaco – made sense we’d go together. Charles was still not speaking to me, which was fine, because I had absolutely no interest in speaking to him.

Lando noticed the tension between us and tried to lift our spirits, but to no avail. Truthfully, I was too focused in my anger at Carlos to really delve into the Charles situation. This weekend things had gone so well for me and Carlos. When I had that panic attack in the car, he had comforted me. That kiss we shared at the race was phenomenal – I felt like I was starting to get passed the original resentment I had for him. I felt like there was possibility we could be friends – or more.

As the plane landed at the airport, Charles and I hopped into a shared car we had hired to take us home. When I had found out I had received the Bugatti driver spot, I had purchased a condo in Charles’ building. His next door neighbor was selling, and it just made sense to move close to Charles since we’d be traveling so much of the globe together. Plus, it was fun to live so close to all my brothers again.

But at this very moment, I was regretting that decision. The tension in the car was unbearable. Clearly neither of us knew what to say. As we unloaded our bags at the complex, Charles let us in and then went straight into his apartment, not saying a word to me.

Did I deserve that? Maybe. I probably should have told him about my relationship with Pierre, but it had been 7 years. Seemed a little too late and irrelevant. Plus, I didn’t owe him, or any other man, anything.

The next morning I woke up to a knock on my door. Carlos wasn’t coming in town until after the Louis Vuitton meeting on Wednesday. Fortunately Lizzie had alerted me that it was still on. It felt like a huge breath I had been holding in was finally let go. I could breath again.

I walked over to the door and opened it, to find none other than Charles standing outside my door, baked goods in one hand, and two lattes in the other.

“Can I come in?” he asked, nodding for me to take the coffees.

I nodded and took the bagged of baked goods, setting them onto the coffee table as I sat down on my sofa next to him. Charles unpacked the baked goods from the container and set them on a plate next to us.

A moment went by, both of us said nothing.

“I’m sorry.” Charles finally admitted, looking me straight in the eye. “I’m sorry for what I said to you. You’re right, you don’t owe me an explanation. And while I am upset that you didn’t tell me, I never asked you if you had feelings for Pierre. It’s not like you lied to me.”

I nodded at him, smiling slightly. “I am sorry I didn’t say anything. I can understand how you would feel blind sighted. Truthfully, it only lasted 6 weeks – there didn’t seem like much to say. We were young and 18; we were a terrible fit so we went back to being close friends. If it had progressed, we obviously would have told you. Although Pierre was really too nervous to tell you,” I added with a chuckle.

Charles grinned at that. “As he should be. I guess I was more upset that Carlos knew; you didn’t even tell your own brother, but he knew? But when I mentioned it to Pierre last night, he said a couple years ago he had told Carlos at a party accidentally.”

I picked up my fork and took a bite of the cake. The cake from this bakery was my favorite. If Charles wanted to win my forgiveness, he was doing a good job at it. I’m not entirely sure that I believed Pierre had told Carlos, accidentally. Pierre knew that Carlos had stood me up, he was the one I called that night. I suspected he had purposefully let it slip, but I’d discuss that with Pierre later.

A few more moments of silence went by before Charles added, “Don’t be so mad at Carlos. I was mad at him for talking to that woman at the bar, and when he mentioned you and Pierre dancing as a defense, I yelled at him that you guys were never a couple and implied that what he was doing was worse. I was kind of an ass to him,” he admitted. I could see Charles, all high and might, Ferrari’s golden boy, arguing with Carlos, thinking he had the upper hand.

“And then when he scoffed at me, I pressed him further, telling him he was stupid for thinking that you guys were ever an item, and that Pierre was simply a friend and you were allowed to dance with a friend.”

I nodded; things were starting to make sense. I had been so angry at Carlos, thinking that he had just gone and just told Charles unprovoked. But what I had really done, was thought the worst of Carlos. I had expected him to be a dick, but in truth, he was just defending himself – and drunkenly nonetheless. I knew as much as anyone, alcohol caused loose lips.

“Thank you for telling me that. I guess I was blaming Carlos for just telling you out of the blue, but honestly, I can’t really think why I thought he would do that? Also, Carlos had no reason to believe that you didn’t know even if he had mentioned it out of the blue. I didn’t realize Pierre had told Carlos. Pierre and I didn’t want to make anything weird between the group, so we just didn’t say anything.”

Charles nodded towards me, taking a bite out of the cake. I felt better; another weight lifted off of my shoulders. But I also felt guilty for yelling at Carlos. I was so disappointed in him. He’d texted me yesterday, asking if he should just get a hotel instead of stay at mine. He had won the Spanish GP that day, and I made him feel like shit.

I would make amends. I didn’t know how, but I knew I had to apologize before Monaco. I picked up the phone and texted Carlos that of course he should stay at mine. I debated on whether I should text him an apology, but decided it would be better to do it in person.

Wednesday – Georgia POV

I arrived at the Monaco Louis Vuitton offices just shortly passed 10am. Isabelle, Lizzie and Lily were already outside, waiting for me to arrive. We walked into the beautiful conference room together, and sat down. There was an elephant in the room – clearly Isabelle was still upset with me.

I decided to ignore it. This had to go perfectly.

Within a few minutes of us sitting down, the Louis Vuitton executive, Sara, walked into the room, all smiles.

“Good morning ladies, thank you so much for meeting with us before a race week. We are SO excited to have Formula 1’s newest female drivers here!” She squealed. I was a little taken aback. I hadn’t expected her to be so… fangirling?

Before I knew it, I was dragged into a hug by her. A beautiful Louis Vuitton purse was placed in front of me and then in front of Lily. “Just a little something from us – as a thank you for the meeting.” Sitting in front of me was a beautiful Louis Vuitton shoulder bag, colored in that rich Bugatti blue. Lily clapped her hands in excitement, a huge smile on her face.

“Thank you so much, it’s beautiful,” I said with a genuine smile.

“Lovely! Glad you like it. We’re just so excited here at Louis Vuitton. And when we heard that your precious boyfriend Carlos Sainz was interested in doing some modeling with you?” She turned and pointed to me, “We were just thrilled! He sent us the sweetest note on Monday, and when we noticed that beautiful Tiffany’s necklace he had designed for you, we figured it would be some great cross brand promotion with one of our subsidiaries.

Honestly, I have NEVER in my years at Louis Vuitton seen a note that cute and adorable as the one Carlos sent to us about you. You’re a lucky woman, Goergia – that man clearly loves you. Who knows, maybe we’ll get a little engagement ring promotion between the two of you,” she added with a giggle and a little dance of her shoulders.

I tried not to choke on my coffee. Even if this relationship wasn’t fake, I wasn’t going to marry Carlos Sainz after only dating for a month. Had it even been a month?

I’m not sure if my face showed it, but I was stunned. Carlos had reached out to Louis Vuitton? I turned to Isabelle, and she looked as shocked as I did. It’s not often I saw Isabelle have a look of surprise on her face. Honestly, it was a little refreshing. She was shocked, and possibly – no definitely – relieved. I felt like I was drowning in questions.

Carlos Sainz 1: Isabelle 0

Sara continued on. “We have a lovely new men’s and women’s collection we’d love for you and Carlos to try on. Carlos told me you’d be in Majorca after the Monaco race. We have an office in Madrid – thought you both might like to stop by before you head on your little trip.”

So, Carlos had planned a little vacation for me? News to me, I thought to myself, a little annoyed. I guess I should have expected it. Had the asshole assumed that he would get back in my good graces because he had reached out to Louis Vuitton?

Cocky bastard. Although, he was definitely going up in my estimation.

I smiled at that and nodded. “That sounds lovely!” I squeaked out, not really sure what to say to all of this. My mind was running a million miles a minute. Sara smiled at me, a nice, warm smile. She truly seemed thrilled that Carlos and I would be representing the brand together.

“And Lily, we have some lovely purses that we would love for you and Georgia to represent. I was thinking Silverstone would be a great time to launch the line, since that is Lily’s home race I hear.” Lily smiled in response, clearly excited about the idea of launching something at her home race. Lando and Lewis always came out with collections.

The meeting continued on for another hour. Sara showed us various products and sketches of some shoots she wanted us to attend over the next few races. If Louis Vuitton was concerned about my outburst on Sunday, they didn’t show it.

Once the meeting was over, I bid goodbye to the team and headed back to my apartment. Carlos was going to arrive in the next few hours, and I had barely gotten the apartment ready for a guest.

By the time 3pm rolled around, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Carlos, dressed in a beautiful purple shirt with a pair of jeans that made his ass look incredible. Not that I would tell him that. I motioned for him to come in.

“Georgi-“

“Carlo-“

We said at the same time, both of us chuckling. He motioned for me to go first.

“I spoke to Charles… I’m so sorry Carlos, what I said, it was really rude. You had just won the Spanish GP, and I should have been there for you at the club.”

Carlos smiled at me, his big Cheshire cat grin. “I am sorry I told Charles. When he insisted that you two had never dated, I felt frustrated with him. I let my jealousy get in the way.”

I let my jealousy get in the way.

You’re the only person I wanted to go home with tonight.

Those words echoed through my mind. Was Carlos actually jealous of Pierre?

I nodded in response, not quite sure of what to say. “I’d like to start over, if we can,” Carlos admitted. “I’ve been a dick to you, I know that, but I’d like to be friends, if you think you can forgive me.”

“Well, I have to say, you have a heck of a way of apologizing. Reaching out to Louis Vuitton, not a bad move,” I said with a smirk. “And don’t try and deny it, they outed you at the meeting today. Along with our vacation plans next week,” I added with a raised eyebrow.

Carlos laughed. “I figured if you were going to be mad at me, we might as well be angry in Majorca,” he joked.

Carlos and I spent the next hour actually chatting. It felt nice, to be less angry at him. Shortly after Charles popped on by and apologized to Carlos. Charles and I had the F1 Podcast about Home Races that evening, so we spent a little time preparing. I warned Charles not to go too crazy at the podcast. Truthfully, I was really worried what he would say, but decided not to let it get to me. I had the Louis Vuitton sponsorship, but only barely.

Wednesday Evening – Georgia POV

Charles and I arrived at the podcast fairly early, around 6pm. The podcast was set to take place 8pm local time. We had discussed some of the questions they would ask us, and while they didn’t mention my relationship with Carlos, I knew that was definitely going to be on the table.

As Charles and I walked onto the stage, I could see Carlos, Max, Lando and Danny sitting in the front row, a huge grin on Lando’s race. I smiled and waved back at them, prompting Lando to blow me a kiss and nudge Carlos next to him. Carlos just rolled his eyes, clearly not ready to put up with Lando’s antics. The more I stared at them, the more I began to see their dynamic – why their friendship was so revered among fans. I smiled at that thought. I loved Lando like a brother, and the more I thought about it, if Lando liked Carlos so much, there had to be a reason – right?

“So Georgia, we’ve been very impressed with your rookie season. We’re several races in and you’re leading the championship – just incredible.” I smiled at the podcasters kind words, a little surprised at the complements. Maybe Josh didn’t want me to yell at him in front of a live audience on his podcast. Good. “Why do you think you have what it takes to win in your rookie season?”

“Dedication. I know I have what it takes to win. I’ve never had a training regime this intense before, and I feel like this is the fittest I have ever been in my life. I have an incredible team around me. I am so incredibly fortunately to have Susie has my strategist,” I said with as much fierce determination as I could. “And, I’ve got the fastest car on the track,” I added slyly, winking at Charles who just flicked me off across the table.

Josh laughed at that and nodded, turning to Charles. “Charles, how is it battling it out with your sister on the track?”

“It’s been a dream come true. I always knew I was the better Leclerc sibling at driving, and now I get to show it to everyone on an even playing field,” he joked. “But in all seriousness, it’s been incredible to have Peaches with me on this journey. When I made it to Formula 1 and she didn’t all those years ago, I felt like a fraud. Like I had also taken her dream. Now, we both get to live it – together.”

The audience awed at Charles’ statement. Oh Charles, Ferrari don’t even know how lucky they are to have you, I thought to myself – half sarcastically. He truly was a driver every team wished for. He was kind, intelligent, could work a crowd and actually knew how to drive a car.

“So tell me, what would it mean to you to win Monaco? Georgia – you can go first.”

“I’ve wanted to be a Formula 1 champion since I was a young girl. I want to show young girls all around the world that they can compete in Formula 1, and winning Monaco, there’s no better place to do it then one of the crown jewel’s of motorsport. If I win this tournament, I’ll be the second driver to win the Triple Crown of Motorsport. I won the Indianapolis 500 last year, and 24 of Le Mans the Year before. It would mean the world to me to win this honor in front of my home crowd.” Charles smiled at me, and grabbed my shoulder for a moment, giving it a big squeeze. We both wanted this win desperately, and I knew that meant tensions would be high on Saturday and Sunday, but today – today we were two siblings with a shared dream and it was a nice feeling.

“Yeah, I second that feeling,” added Charles. “Winning at home – it would be a dream come true. I want the WDC, but I really want this win in Monaco.” Josh nodded to the both of us.

“Well, it’s going to be an interesting race I dare say! So Georgia, not to change topics here, but rumor has it allthe women in this room hate you, you know,” the presenter grinned.

“Really? Didn’t know you packed the room full of journalists?” I quipped back, earning a laugh from the audience. See – even they knew I was being bullied by journalists. Josh laughed too, albeit it a tad awkwardly. I guess he was still a journalist, too.

“I kid, I kid. I couldn’t possibly think why,” I added, letting my voice go just a bit higher, playing the dumb little female racer all of the sponsors wanted me to be.

“Oh come on now, we all saw that kiss you and Carlos shared on Sunday. I have a lot of friends, but I don’t think I’ve ever kissed any of them like that,” he added with a wink. I chuckled in response. He had me there.

“So tell us Georgia, how did Carlos Sainz manage to snag everyone’s new favorite racer?” I had to stop myself from snorting at that. New. Favorite. Driver. Whose new favorite driver? I was struggling to get sponsorships over here from the F1 old boys network. I doubted if I was anyone’s favorite racer. “Carlos insisted we ask you last weekend when we chatted to him.”

“Well, you know Josh, Carlos can be pretty convincing when he wants to be,” I said with a wink, much to the audiences amusement. “But in all seriousness, it was just sort of sprung on me.”

Not a total lie.

“Carlos and I have been friends for a while, and then one day I looked into his beautiful eyes, and I realized I wanted more than a friendship. Plus, the man asked me out like a hundred times. I have to give him that – his persistence really paid off on this one.” I had intended to make Carlos look a bit like a soft idiot, but that comment clearly backfired, because all of a sudden every single woman in the room sighed “awwww”, cheering on Carlos.

These women really had it bad for him. Carlos just beamed in his seat. He was loving this, a little too much.

“Well, we really are happy for you both – but more importantly, the question we all want to actually talk about. It’s no secret you’ve had a bit of a tough time with the media and fans. Your team is new, and as a community, we can be a bit tough on newbies.”

Sure, that was it Josh, I thought sarcastically to myself. It’s because I’m new.

“But I think you’ve been painted a bit unfairly. In fact, I was hoping your brother could help spill the beans on some of these pranks you’ve apparently been pulling across the paddock. I’ve heard rumors that they are brilliant!”

I turned to Charles and quirked at eyebrow at him, very curious about what he was going to say. Charles just kept looking at Josh, laughing away at the podcaster.

“Oh Josh, if only you knew the half of it. Georgia has actually been BANNED from the McLaren garage before.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“I don’t think this is a story anyone wants to hear,” I but in, a little embarrassed. Josh just put his hands up as the audience boo’d at me.

“Nonsense!”

“Well, you see, Josh, Lando is TERRIFIED of rodents – mice, rats, hamsters, gerbils, doesn’t matter.”

“I’m not terrified, mate!” I heard Lando yell from the front row. We both stopped and gave him a look as if to say, don’t even bother Lando, we all the know the truth.

Charles continued on, “So Georgia thought it would be hilarious if she brought a hamster to Lando’s room a couple of years back. We bought it a nice cage and set it in Lando’s drivers room, with a note about it being a gift from Zak. The only problem is, Georgia apparently didn’t close the door on the cage, and about an hour later, Zak opened his bag to find a hamster nestled and burrowed in his expensive Armani briefcase. Needless to say, he called Lando in demanding to learn more about the hamster – only to be yelled at by Lando for giving him the hamster in the first place.” At this point, the room was dying of laughter, even Lando was having a good laugh.

Such a good sport, I thought to myself.

“Fortunately Carlos was there, and he was able to catch the hamster. It now lives proudly at the McLaren offices, from what I understand. Although, it did earn Georgia a McLaren ban for the rest of the year.”

I knew my face was probably bright red at this moment. Thank god this is a podcast.

“Well, well, well – who knew the Leclerc family had such a prankster! And did Lando mange to get his revenge?” Josh asked.

“OOOOOH YES!” Lando announced proudly from the front row, standing up and waving at the audience.

“Delightful! I’ll have to ask you at Silverstone how that ended. The saga continues, ladies and gentlemen!” Josh laughed.

Once the crowd had calmed down, Josh asked Charles and I a few more questions before ending the podcast. “Well, this has been a lovely podcast. You have BOTH been an absolute delight to have on here. We look forward to seeing you both on the podium this weekend!”

After the event, the drivers had been asked to come to the podcast’s after party. Since the podcast was on Wednesday, this time instead of Thursday, I wasn’t able to get out of it, no matter how much I begged Lizzie to. Lily joined us at the after party. She had a sponsorship deal with some British investors earlier in the day, so she had to miss the podcast, much to her chagrin.

Lily and I stood at a table some ways from the bar. In the distance I could see Charles and Max chatting with a couple of fans, taking photos and altogether enjoying a few drinks.

“So… you and Carlos made up, yet?” Lily asked, giving me a little side eye in the process, but she kept her eye on Charles and Max in the distance.

I quirked an eyebrow at her. I hadn’t told her that we were fighting, although I suppose she had figured it out – or maybe Chris, my trainer, had told her. “Yes, we’re fine,” I grinned. “All sorted out now.”

“Have anything to do with Carlos helping to secure the Louis Vuitton deal?” she asked. We both knew that had helped. The clothing companies were never going to get huge deals with male F1 drivers, so having one agree to do some modeling for them was a huge offer, especially a driver from a team with such a huge fan following. Ferrari didn’t need Louis Vuitton, but Louis Vuitton would certainly take Ferrari.

“That, and some other stuff,” I responded honestly. I didn’t want to overshare with Lily yet. We were friends, but I felt like I had talked about all of this so much recently – I just didn’t have it in me to go around again.

Lily smirked at my answer. “So… that kiss in Barcelona. You can’t tell me that kiss wasn’t at least somewhatreal,” she prodded. I wanted to shrug her off, but when I turned to look at her, she had the world’s biggest grin on her face – one that could only possibly match Lando’s grin in terms of size. I smiled at that.

“Like I said, a polite woman never tells,” I responded cheekily. I knew I was winding her up. I took another swig of my champagne and looked into Carlos’ direction. He, Lando and Danny were deep in some funny conversation. Lily just chuckled at that and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards Lando and Carlos. As we walked on over, I felt Carlos put his hand on my waist, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Nice little interview you gave there,” he said with a smirk. He looked a little too pleased with what I had said. I rolled my eyes and gave him a small shove.

“Don’t let it go to that big head of yours,” I quipped back.

“You know what I think this calls for – SHOTS!” Danny called out, coming back from the bar with enough shots to feed a small army.

“Absoloutely not,” I insisted. I had already broken my alcohol rule at practically every race this season, but I was not about to start doing shots, even if we didn’t get into the cars until Friday.

Before I could offer another rebuttal to what Danny was clearly going to say, Max blurted out, “Geez, no wonder they call you the boring twin.” The group started to oooo, as if Max was about to get in trouble. The fact that Max fucking Verstappen had called me boring was the pot calling the kettle black. That man’s life consisted of video games and racing – nothing else.

I wanted to retort something rude, but I knew that would only spur them on more. So instead, I did the unthinkable – I grabbed one of Danny’s shots and just downed it like the champion I knew I was.

The crowd erupted into applause. I scrunched my face up, tequila was not my favorite thing to shoot, but the look on Danny’s face was worth it. He clearly was not expecting me to do that. I winked at him as I put the shot glass back on the table. The rest of the group took their shots, still clearly in amusement over my antics.

As the night progressed on, I was starting to feel more comfortable. Another round of shots was had – this time vodka – and then a few more glasses of champagne. I was starting to feel good, perhaps a little too good. After coming back from the bathroom, I tripped over and landed on Charles, who just laughed as he caught me.

“I think Peaches has probably had enough for this evening, huh?” he asked me in a soft voice, but one loud enough for Danny and Carlos to hear. I just giggled at him, wiggling my finger in his face.

“NOPPPPEEEEE,” I said, popping the P at the end. Charles chuckled, but before he could help me walk further, Carlos came up to me – a huge, cheesy grin on his face.

“Come on, mi corazón,” he whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes at the silly nickname, although internally I was starting to get those butterflies again. It’s as if Carlos could tell that I was about to push away from him, demanding to be allowed to stay at the bar, because he followed it up with, “If you come back with me now, I promise I’ll let you drive to the track on Thursday and Friday?”

It's as if my drunk brain couldn’t handle the excitement. I nodded to him and grumbled, “Fine, Mr. Sainz, you got yourself a deal.” I grabbed his hand and shook it, making Lily, Daniel and Charles laugh in the process. We said our goodbyes and I wobbled my way out of the bar. Fortunately Carlos was able to call us a cab, and we made it back to my apartment fairly quickly.

“You know, I’m not even that tired,” I slurred out, pointing my fingers at Carlos. “I’m going to watch a movie when I get back.” Carlos just chuckled, nodding at my insistence.

“Only if I get to pick it,” he insisted.

“Fine, but don’t pick something boring,” I squabbled back.

Carlos POV

As soon as we walked into Georgia’s apartment, she plopped herself down on the couch and kicked off her heels. I followed her over with a glass of water, a hydration packet, and some liver supplements. At first she stuck her tongue out at me, insisting she couldn’t possibly be hungover in the morning. I did my best not to scoff at that. Georgia didn’t strike me as someone who got drunk often; she was definitely going to be hungover in the morning. Her tolerance was shit, as evident by the fact she was pretty drunk after 2 shots and a couple of drinks.

But, I knew if I didn’t convince her, she’d regret it tomorrow. Plus, I don’t think Isabelle would be pleased with me if I showed up at the paddock tomorrow with a completely hungover Georgia – something told me I would be blamed for that one.

So, again, I made her a deal – take the items, and I’d let her pick the movie. Truth is, I didn’t want to watch a film, and I knew she was just being difficult, but I figured she was drunk enough to fall asleep in all of five minutes.

Plus, it was pretty adorable seeing her this drunk. She was much touchier than usual, grabbing onto my arm as she got into the cab, sitting next to me. At one point she had almost fallen asleep and had let her head just barely drift onto my shoulder before waking up.

I knew it was pathetic that I was so excited about her just barely touching me. I was like a highschool teenager whose crush had shown him some minor attention.

Georgia drank the hydration packet, and then scooted closer to me on the couch, grabbing a blanket from behind her. As if it was completely normal, she put the blanket over us both and mumbled something that sounded like, “wouldn’t want you to be cold.” I tried not to laugh at that.

She had selected Perks of Being a Wallflower, which, I guess shouldn’t have surprised me. After a few minutes into the movie, I looked down at her, expecting her to be asleep. But she wasn’t. In fact, she didn’t even look like she was watching the movie at all. I had seen that look before, and something told me her brain was probably a million lightyears away.

As she began to sink a little more into herself, I took my arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, pulling her closer into my chest. I half expected her to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, Georgia leaned in and put her head on my best, snuggling up closer into my warmth. I tried not to let a smile creep onto my lips, but it was impossible. Here I was with the most beautiful girl in the Paddock, wrapped up in my arms.

I was worried after last Sunday that she would never speak to me again, that the progress we had made would be ruined. It’s why Louis Vuitton was the first call I made on Monday. Well, one of the reasons why. Besides the fact that I did want to do something to make Georgia forgive me, the idea that she could possibly lose her seat was disastrous to me, because it meant that I wouldn’t see her at every race weekend.

And that had begun to become an unbearable thought.

Even if this was fake, even if she wasn’t mine, I had become attached to her in such a small amount of time. I meant what I said at the podcast. Ever since that first meal in Miami, Georgia was making me a better person.

I suddenly heard something come from her lips. I leaned down and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. Had she actually said something?

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “When you’re being like this, all comfortable and nice, it’s really hard to dislike you, Sainz,” she whispered again, this time a hiccup following the end of her sentence.

“And it’s really fucking annoying,” she added. Georgia put her head back down on my chest, and then closed her eyes again. I’m glad she couldn’t see me, because there was no way I was hiding the huge smile on my face.

I picked her up and moved her to her bedroom, placing her under the covers. She was already fast asleep.

“You too, Leclerc, you too.”

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