#Bright and well-lit garage

[weclean-garages]

How to Clean Your Garage Without Arguing with Your Significant Other

Title: How to Clean Your Garage Without Arguing with Your Significant Other Meta Description: Discover effective, stress-free tips for cleaning your garage without arguments. Keep your relationship intact while organizing your space with these simple strategies. How to Clean Your Garage Without Arguing with Your Significant Other Cleaning the garage is often one of those tasks that seems simple…

[harrysfolklore]

the bestest - lh44

summary: lewis hamilton wins the silverstone grand prix, and his daughter thinks he's the bestest. wc: 1.7k. based on this request

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The British Grand Prix always carried a unique significance, but this year felt particularly momentous. Fans filled the stands, waving flags and banners, their cheers echoing through the circuit.

For Lewis, this year felt extra special because his wife and little girl were joining him, and that was enough to give him an extra boost of motivation for the upcoming race.

Alana Hamilton is just four years old, and she's the light of your lives. She's a curious child who always has a smile for everyone, her bright eyes constantly scanning her surroundings for new wonders to discover.

And she has her father completely wrapped around her tiny finger, everybody knew it.

Alana clung to your hand as you made your way to the paddock, her eyes wide with wonder at the spectacle around her. She had been to races before, but this time she was more aware of her surroundings and everything happening.

“Mommy, look at all the people!” Alana exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she held your hand. “They’re all here for Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart, a lot of them are here to see Daddy race," you smiled at her, "He has a lot of fans who love to cheer him on."

“I’m going to cheer the loudest!”

Alana’s gaze followed every movement, her curiosity sparking with each new discovery. She was soaking it all in—the hustle of the team members, the hum of the engines, the vibrant colors of the team uniforms.

When you and Alana arrived at the team garage, Lewis was there, busy with pre-race preparations. He looked up, his face lighting up at the sight of his family.

“There’s my little girl,” he said, bending down to scoop Alana into his arms.

Alana giggled, her small arms wrapping around his neck. “Daddy, are you going to win today?” she asked, her voice full of hopeful excitement.

Lewis brushed a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to give it my all, princess. With you cheering me on, I have a really good feeling about today.”

As Lewis held Alana, George Russell, his teammate, walked by and smiled warmly at the scene.

"Well, if it isn't the Hamiltons, my favorite family," he said, his tone friendly and genuine.

Alana's face lit up with recognition. She remembered George from previous encounters and team events. "George!" she exclaimed, waving enthusiastically from her perch in Lewis's arms.

"Hello there, little champion," George chuckled, giving Alana a gentle high-five. "Are you excited for the race today?"

"Yes! Daddy's going to win because he's the bestest driver in the whole wide world!" she declared with innocent confidence, looking at Lewis with adoring eyes.

Lewis couldn't help but beam with pride, though he tried to maintain a humble demeanor. "Well, I don't know about that, sweetheart. There are a lot of great drivers out here today."

"But you're the bestest, Daddy," Alana insisted, her conviction unshakeable.

George laughed good-naturedly. "Well, Lewis, looks like you've got your biggest fan right here. No pressure or anything," he teased.

You smiled, watching the interaction. It was heartwarming to see how the team had become like an extended family, especially for Alana.

"Alright, princess," Lewis said, giving Alana one more squeeze, "Daddy needs to finish getting ready for the race. You be good for Mommy, okay?"

Alana's grip tightened around Lewis's neck, her little face scrunching up in defiance. "No, Daddy, don’t go!"

“Sweetie, Daddy has to race now," you gently stroked her back, "We’ll be right here watching him the whole time.”

As Alana clung tighter to Lewis, her eyes welling up with tears, you could see the conflict on your husband's face. He hated leaving her upset, but the race was about to start.

"Hey, princess," Lewis said softly, gently prying her arms from around his neck. "Remember what we talked about? Daddy has to go fast in the car so he can come back to you even quicker."

Alana's lower lip trembled, but she nodded, reluctantly loosening her grip. "Okay, Daddy. Be fast and be safe."

"I will, princess. I promise," Lewis kissed her forehead tenderly.

He handed her to you, and Alana nestled into your arms, still watching Lewis with wide, admiring eyes. He turned to you next, his expression softening.

"I'll see you both soon. I love you."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "Be safe out there."

With one last glance at his family, Lewis turned and headed towards his car, his determination renewed by the love and support he carried with him.

As you made your way to the VIP viewing area, Alana's eyes darted everywhere, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling circuit. The roar of engines filled the air as the cars lined up on the grid.

"Look, baby," you pointed, "There's Daddy's car. Number 44, remember?"

Alana nodded eagerly, her eyes fixed on the sleek silver Mercedes. "Go, Daddy, go!" she shouted, even though the race hadn't started yet.

Throughout the race, you explained what was happening in simple terms Alana could understand. She cheered every time Lewis's car came into view, her enthusiasm making everyone around melt.

"Daddy's car is going so fast! He's the bestest!" Alana exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

When the final lap came, the tension was palpable. You held Alana close, her little hands clutching your shirt as she watched Lewis take the lead. As he crossed the finish line first, the grandstands erupted in roars.

Alana’s eyes widened in amazement. “Mommy, did Daddy win?”

“He did, sweetheart!” you exclaimed, hugging her tightly. “Daddy won!”

"Daddy won! Daddy won!" she chanted, her voice filled with pure joy.

You couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, your own heart swelling with pride. "Let's go see Daddy, shall we?" you suggested, taking her hand.

You hurried to the pit lane, eager to congratulate Lewis. As he climbed out of the car, the sight of you and Alana brought a huge smile to his face. He reached out, and Alana practically leapt into his arms.

“Daddy!” she shouted, hugging him tightly. “You did it!”

Lewis laughed, his eyes shining with happiness. “We did it, baby girl.”

Lewis held Alana with one arm and reached out to pull you into the embrace with the other. The three of you stood there, a little island of family amidst the chaos of the celebration.

"I'm so proud of you," you whispered to Lewis, giving him a quick kiss.

Alana, not wanting to be left out, planted a big kiss on Lewis's cheek. "Me too, Daddy! You're the bestest ever!"

As the celebrations continued around you, Lewis kept Alana in his arms, not wanting to let her go. She had always been clingy with him, especially since he was away a lot of weekends for races. She missed him a lot, and every moment they spent together was precious to her.

When it was time for the post-race interview, Lewis tried to set Alana down, but she clung to him, her small hands gripping his suit. “No, Daddy, hold me.”

“Come on, sweetheart, let Daddy do his interview,” you coaxed.

Lewis looked at you with a soft smile. "It's okay, I'll take her with me. I'll pay whatever fine the FIA gives me," he said, adjusting Alana in his arms. You couldn't help but chuckle, knowing how much this moment meant to both of them.

As Lewis approached the interview area, he saw a familiar face waiting for him - Nico Rosberg, his former teammate and rival. Nico's eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of Lewis carrying Alana, a small smile making its way to his face.

"Lewis, congratulations on your win today," Nico began, microphone in hand. "And I see you've brought a special guest with you."

Lewis grinned, bouncing Alana slightly in his arms. "Yeah, this is my daughter Alana. She's my good luck charm today."

"Hello there, Alana," Nico smiled warmly at her, "Did you enjoy watching your dad race today?"

Alana, suddenly shy in front of the camera, buried her face in Lewis' neck but peeked out with one eye. "Daddy is the bestest," she mumbled.

The crowd around them collectively "aww'ed" at her adorable response. Lewis chuckled, patting her back gently.

"Well, Lewis," Nico continued, "that was an incredible drive today. Can you talk us through that final lap?"

As Lewis answered, discussing the intricacies of the race, Alana stayed nestled in his arms, occasionally lifting her head to look around curiously and playing with the zipper of her father's suit.

When the interview concluded, it was time for the podium ceremony. Lewis knew he couldn't take Alana up there with him, no matter how much he wished he could.

"Alright, princess," he said softly, "Daddy has to go up on the big stage now. Can you stay with Mommy and watch?"

Alana's grip tightened, her lower lip trembling. "No, Daddy, I want to stay with you!"

You stepped forward, gently prying Alana from Lewis's arms. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's watch Daddy get his big trophy. We can wave to him from here."

Reluctantly, Alana allowed herself to be transferred to your arms, her eyes never leaving Lewis. As he walked towards the podium, he turned back to blow a kiss to both of you.

You found a good spot near the podium, holding Alana up so she could see clearly. Her eyes widened as she watched Lewis climb the steps to the top of the podium.

"Look, baby," you said, pointing. "There's Daddy on the top step. That means he won!"

Alana's face lit up with pride and excitement. "Daddy won! Daddy won!" she chanted, clapping her hands.

As the British national anthem played and Lewis stood tall on the podium, trophy in hand, Alana watched in awe. When Lewis spotted you two in the crowd, he gave a special wave and blew a kiss your way, making Alana squeal with delight.

"He sees us, Mommy!" she exclaimed, waving back furiously.

You hugged her close, your heart full of love for your little family. "Yes, he does, sweetheart. He's waving just for you."

As the champagne spray began, Alana giggled at the sight of her daddy getting all wet. It was a perfect end to a perfect day, one that you knew would be etched in your family's memories forever.

[italiangirlcoresblog]

main masterlist \\ lando masterlist

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𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠...

✩ : as the 2024 season comes to an end, so does the time you have left to finally confess your feelings to lando

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. : lando norris

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1,3k

✍︎ : this is my way of celebrating lando's win in abu dhabi. honestly, i was kinda hoping it would end like this, and seeing him smile again after the shitshow the last few races were was the best conclusion i could've imagined for this season.

i'm also planning to write one for carlos, a sort of 'other side of the coin': same scenario, same feelings involved, but a totally different atmosphere (which means heavy angst because i don't think i'll ever get over him leaving ferrari). let me know if you're interested! 🩷🧡

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The McLaren garage had always been a lively place, but nothing could have prepared you — or any of your teammates — for the chaos that Lando's win brought that night.

Abu Dhabi, the last race on the 2024 season calendar, the last chance for the team to become great once again, and Lando had made it. He'd pulled off an absolute masterclass on track, securing both his fourth career win and the Constructors’ Championship title for McLaren, and you were there to witness it.

The moment he crossed the finish line in first, it seemed like the whole team gasped for air after holding their breath during the entire race. Then came the cheers, the hugs, the shouts, the tears of joy and relief… and him.

Being a part of the Papaya crew, you were as excited as everyone else for the long-awaited victory, of course, but the only thing you could seem to focus on were Lando’s watery eyes, sparkling under the bright lights of the Yas Marina Circuit.

It was written on his face — you could see it in his smile: he was proud of himself. For the first time in so long, that’s what his almost unbelieving gaze screamed, what you were dying to scream too.

You made it, Lando.

The celebration that followed was a blur of champagne, noisy music, and dances, yet the loudest party was the one going on inside your heart, which seemed to follow the rhythm of Lando’s laughter.

How long can a person hide their true feelings for someone they’ve known for… well, a while? In your case, what had initially started as a harmless, silly little crush almost seven months before was now the reason your world had lit up as soon as you’d seen Lando smile again.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore now, could you? After all, what better time to confess your embarrassingly strong feelings for him than as the perfect conclusion of such an eventful night?

Taking one last deep breath and a long sip of champagne from a nearby glass, you finally gained enough courage to walk up to where Lando was standing, surrounded by a crowd of orange t-shirts as he casually chatted with Oscar.

Once you reached him, you cleared your throat to get him to acknowledge you, which he almost immediately did, turning his head toward you with the biggest, brightest smile still plastered on his face.

“Hey,” you muttered, face flushed under his piercing stare. “Hey.” He didn’t hesitate, pulling you into an ecstatic side hug that only worsened your situation, totally unaware of the effect his presence — him in general, to be honest — had on you.

“I, uh… congratulations, Lando,” you somehow managed to blurt out, your cheeks completely on fire by the time he let go of you.

“Thanks.” His smile seemed to soften, as well as the look in his eyes, which lingered on your face with something that almost resembled tenderness. That’s all you needed to keep going.

“You deserve it. I mean it.” You stopped him before he could say anything, your voice unexpectedly firm since you knew he was about to shrug your compliment off. “You worked so hard for it, and I’m not just talking about tonight. The win, the championship — you earned it all, Lando. Everyone here is proud of you, and… I’m really proud of you, too.”

You could feel your face burning as the last words left your mouth, and when you dared to look directly at him, you could’ve sworn you saw a glimpse of redness crawling up his neck and softly tinting his cheeks… but it must’ve been the garage lights, right?

“Well, thanks… again,” he chuckled, his right hand shooting up to scratch the back of his neck while his eyes finally left yours, falling to his feet instead.

As you opened your mouth once again, words fighting to go past the lump in your throat, someone from the team suddenly called out Lando’s name, his attention shifting to the engineer as he briefly waved at him.

This was it. If you let him go, you knew you wouldn’t find another moment like that for a while. No more backing down, no more second-guessing yourself — it had to be now.

“Wait, I… I need to tell you something else.” The almost panicked tone you used made his head snap back toward you, his eyes shifting from the hand you’d grabbed his arm with to yours, a spark of something you couldn’t really put your finger on flashing across them. “Yeah?” Was that… hope, in his voice?

“I just– well, I’ve been thinking about this… a lot. It’s not exactly easy for me to say, but–” You let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through your hair. “God, I’m already making a mess of this. What I’m trying to say is…”

Your gaze wandered over all the faces that surrounded you, suddenly very aware of their presence, until it landed on Oscar’s. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he just gave you an encouraging nod, to which the words started spilling out in a flood.

“I like you, Lando. I have for a while now. Ok, maybe more than a while, but that’s not the point. And not in a friendly kind of way, more like in a ‘I’ve-liked-you-for-over-seven-months-now-but-I-didn’t-know-how-to-tell-you’ kind of way, which sounds desperate when I say it out loud but–”

You stopped, realizing how fast you were talking, your words tumbling over each other. Lando’s expression hadn’t changed, and your stomach dropped.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you muttered, both your hands blocking out the defeated sigh you let out shortly after. “Listen, forget I said anything. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut–”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Before you could even process what was going on, Lando’s fingers were tightly wrapped around your wrists, giving them a firm yet gentle tug that drew you right into him, your lips meeting halfway.

The kiss took you completely by surprise, eyes widening in disbelief as your words got muffled by Lando’s mouth, which had crashed almost aggressively against yours, stealing your breath right away. His lips tasted yours, hungry, the lingering flavor of champagne making your head spin together with the room around you; someone whistled, someone even shouted an amused ‘Get a room!’, but you felt like you were under a glass bell, everything else shut out from the little universe only you and Lando had access to.

Lost in the burning sensation of your mouths moving together, he placed your hands on his chest and brought up his own to cup your jaw, his thumbs gently grazing your cheeks as you tangled your fingers through his brown curls to deepen the kiss even more.

When you broke away, he didn’t entirely pull back — not yet — his forehead rested lightly against yours, a lazy grin now plastered on his face. “You talk too much, you know that?” he teased, voice barely above a whisper, only for you to hear.

“I– you– why…?” A series of incoherent words fell from your mouth, the realization of what had just happened hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“Because I like you too, you muppet,” he mumbled, the blush on his cheeks now blatant. “And I would’ve told you tonight if you just didn’t beat me to it. But I guess I can’t win them all, now, can I?”

“Wait, you actually like me?” It was all too good to be true, like a dream from which you’d eventually have to wake up.

“Do I need to kiss you again to prove it?” His tone was playful, but the look in his eyes spoke louder than any words ever could. “Maybe you do,” you breathed out, your smile matching his own as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, the rest of the world immediately fading away and leaving no room for doubt.

Because now, now you knew.

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[misspygmypie]

Meet & Greet... and more? Pt. 1

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Requested: Yes, thank you @remmysthings for his request, I loved it so much!!! Summary: Single mom Y/N takes her son to meet Lando and Oscar and might be going home with more than just memories :) Words: 2158 Click here for Part 2

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Y/N glanced at her watch, her heart racing almost as fast as the cars she was about to see. The Formula 1 paddock was alive with activity as the teams prepped for the big race. Her 4-year-old son, Noah, was practically vibrating with excitement since he’d learned about this special Meet & Greet. The thought of introducing Noah to his racing heroes had kept Y/N going through some tough days and she hoped it would be worth every effort.

Noah had been a fan of racing from a very young age. His room was decorated with posters of race cars and he could name every driver from the top of his head. When Y/N had managed to secure a Meet & Greet with Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri she felt like she’d won the lottery. She knew this would be a day Noah would remember forever and she was determined to make it as special as possible.

As they approached the designated area, Y/N spotted the two drivers standing together. Lando was chatting animatedly with Oscar, both men looking relaxed in their team gear. Noah’s eyes widened and he tugged on Y/N’s hand, pulling her forward impatiently.

“Mommy, look! It’s Lando! And Oscar!” Noah squealed, his face lit up with sheer joy.

Lando’s gaze fell on them first. His eyes softened and a bright, genuine smile spread across his face. “Hey there, little guy” he called out, waving energetically.

Noah’s shyness melted away as he saw his idol waving at him. He tugged Y/N’s hand again, urging her to hurry. Y/N, feeling a bit nervous, walked over to them with a smile and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Y/N, and this is Noah. It’s so nice to meet you both.”

“It’s great to meet you, Y/N and you too, Noah. Are you excited to see the cars up close?” Oscar greeted them with a friendly smile and Noah’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yes! I love the loud vroom-vroom noises!”

Lando crouched down to Noah’s level, his eyes twinkling amused. “I think you’re going to love it even more when you see them up close. How about you come see the garage with us?”

“Yes, please” Noah shouted loudly while jumping up and down.

Lando took the boy's hand and led him towards the garage, Oscar and Y/N following them closely. “So, Y/N, what’s your story? How did you end up as Noah’s biggest racing supporter?” Oscar asked the young woman next to him.

“Well, it’s been just Noah and me for a while now. He’s always had a fascination with cars and I guess I just got caught up in his enthusiasm. This is a big deal for us, and it means a lot to be here today.”

Oscar nodded. “I can imagine. It’s wonderful to see such a strong bond and it’s great that Noah has something he’s so passionate about.”

As they walked through the paddock, Y/N noticed how Lando effortlessly engaged with Noah. His energy and enthusiasm were infectious. Noah was asking questions about the car’s features and Lando was answering with technical details and playful banter.

“Noah’s a natural. He might be a future racer,” Lando glanced back at Y/N with a smile. “He’s pretty great, just like his mom, I bet. You must be pretty good at handling all this excitement.”

Y/N laughed, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “I try my best.”

Oscar, catching the look Lando was giving Y/N, raised an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut. “And what about you, Y/N? What’s your favorite part about racing?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, not wanting to admit that she’s not an expert in Formula 1, but eventually decided to be honest. “I’m not as into the technical details as Noah is, but I love seeing him so happy and excited. It makes everything worth it.”

“I can see that, it’s clear how much you care about him,” Lando smiled, his eyes softening with understanding.

The young boy’s excitement was visible when the group approached the race engineer area. Noah got more and more hyper, still holding onto Lando’s hand as he followed his idol to a series of high-tech computers and screens. “This is where we monitor everything during the race,” the British driver explained to the boy, “it’s like the car’s brain, keeping track of all the data.”

Y/N was astonished at the amount of screens displaying real-time performance data. “It’s incredible how much technology goes into this. I’ve never seen anything like it up close.”

Lando smiled, clearly enjoying her fascination with it as well. “It can be a bit overwhelming at first, but it’s all about making sure everything runs perfectly. It’s quite a thrill, actually. Do you want to see the car up close now?” He eventually asked the little boy who was still holding onto him.

Lando and Noah quickly were engrossed in a lively discussion about the car, the boy standing next to the vehicle and the driver kneeling beside him, showing the 4-year-old the various parts of the car and answering his questions.

When Lando noticed Y/N watching from a few feet away, he waved at her with a grin. He couldn’t help but notice how the light seemed to highlight her features, giving her a beautiful glow. Her smile, warm and genuine, made Lando’s heart skip a beat and he admired how her eyes lit up with curiosity at the things she was seeing and love for her little boy.

After a few more minutes of inspecting the car Lando lifted the 4-year-old up to sit in the driver’s seat, and Noah’s eyes widened in awe. “Wow! It’s so cool!”

Lando grinned, clearly enjoying Noah’s reaction. “You look like you belong there.”

Noah beamed up at him, then glanced over at Y/N with a look of pure delight. “Mommy, look” he shouted in excitement, ”I’m in the car!”

“So? What do you think about our garage?” Lando asked Y/N while Noah was pretending to drive and making noises. Oscar sensed how Lando seemed to want a moment with Y/N, so he moved himself next to Noah and explained the different buttons on the steering wheel. 

“It’s fascinating. I never realized how much goes into managing a car during a race.”

“What’s been the most surprising part for you so far?” Lando’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary, but Y/N didn’t seem to notice. She thought about his question for a moment. “I think it’s how much detail and precision is involved. I mean, I knew racing was complex, but seeing it all laid out like this is eye-opening.”

Lando nodded, clearly pleased with her insight. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? Every little detail matters. That’s why we work so hard to get everything just right.”

The young woman nodded, smiling up to him. He was struck again by how pretty she looked. There was something genuinely captivating about her and he found himself drawn to her.

“Noah’s been asking some really good questions. He’s got a real passion for this, doesn’t he?” Lando commented, trying to keep the conversation going while his mind wandered to how lovely Y/N was.

Y/N’s face softened when she heard his words, happy and proud that somebody other than just his own mother noticed the passion her son had. “He definitely does. He’s been fascinated with racing since he could talk, so today his dream came true.”

Lando’s smile grew warmer as he looked back at Y/N. “It’s wonderful to see that kind of enthusiasm. And I have to say, you’re pretty amazing yourself, Y/N, not just for bringing Noah here, but for supporting his dreams and how you’re handling all of this. It must be hard taking care of him by yourself.”

As Y/N smiled, touched by his words “Thank you, Lando. That’s really sweet of you to say,” her cheeks flushing, “some days are hard but he’s a great kid.”

The driver admired her but also felt something deeper. He genuinely enjoyed her company and it was clear that her kindness and beauty, inside and out, had made a lasting impression on him. While she was watching her son still chatting with Oscar Lando once again was fascinated by the young woman next to him. He usually wasn’t the type to be nervous to flirt with girls but with Y/N it was different. 

He felt himself get nervous but decided to say what he wanted to say anyway. “I’ve really enjoyed today, Y/N. How about I give you my number? Maybe I can show you around the track properly sometime or you can text me anytime you want to know more about racing or just chat.”

Y/N smiled, easing Lando’s nervousness. “I’d like that,” she nodded, fished her phone out of her pocket and handed it to the driver who had an equally big smile on his face while he put his number into her contacts.

After a few more moments of admiring the car and asking the two drivers a dozen questions, it was time for Noah and Y/N to say goodbye.

“Hey, let’s take some pictures to remember today,” Lando suggested. Everyone eagerly agreed, and they started positioning themselves for a series of fun shots. Oscar and Y/N posed together first while Noah playfully peeped out from behind them.

After a few group photos, Lando had a special request. “Oscar, can you take a picture of me with Y/N and Noah? I want to have a shot with just us.”

Lando quickly lifted Noah up onto his hip. The boy snuggled against him, eyes wide with awe and a beaming grin on his little face. Lando then slung an arm around Y/N, drawing her close and after a few seconds of hesitation Y/N leaned into Lando’s side.

Oscar, who had been watching with a smile, realized that this scene looked like a perfect family photo. The way Lando had Noah securely on his hip and the way his arm was wrapped around Y/N gave the impression of a cute little family enjoying a special day together. 

The Australian raised his phone and captured the moment and after reviewing the photo and agreeing that it perfectly captured their time together, the group exchanged hugs and well-wishes but Lando had one more surprise for Noah. He handed him a signed McLaren bear with a personal note, and Noah clutched it tightly, his eyes shining with happiness.

“Thank you so much, this was the best day ever!” Noah exclaimed.

“You’re welcome, buddy, it was great meeting you. Maybe we’ll see you at another race again soon,” he crouched down once more to give the little boy a hug. “Noah, keep being awesome. I’ll be waving at you from the track.”

As Y/N and Noah left the paddock, Lando and Oscar remained behind. The Brit couldn’t help but smile at how this normal day had turned into something unexpectedly amazing. The two drivers walked toward the team's hospitality area and Oscar smirked at his teammate. “You seemed to have quite a connection with Y/N today. Not just the way you were with Noah, but with her too.”

Lando chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, she’s great, isn’t she? It was really nice talking to her. She’s got this warmth about her and Noah’s excitement was just infectious.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “So, you’re saying you might have a bit of a soft spot for her?”

“Maybe I do,” Lando shrugged and felt a blush creep onto his face, “she’s kind, genuine and really down-to-earth. It’s not everyday you meet someone who can handle all this racing stuff and meet someone famous and still make you feel like you’re talking to a friend.”

Oscar’s grin widened. “Sounds like you’re pretty taken with her. You know, it’s not just about the job. It’s nice to have those connections outside of racing, especially when you meet someone who makes the whole experience more memorable.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Lando nodded, his expression thoughtful. “It’s been a while since I felt this way with someone and seeing how happy Noah was today, it just added to everything.”

Oscar patted Lando on the back. “Well, if you’re interested in getting to know her better, you should definitely make an effort.”

“I think I will. I hope she texts me, I gave her my number and I really want to see if we can catch up one day.” Lando couldn’t help but smile, already looking forward to the possibility of hearing from Y/N. The thought of continuing their connection and seeing where it might lead was exciting and he hoped that today’s encounter would turn into something more...

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[theyluvkarolina]

౨ৎ PLAYING FAVORITES ౨ৎ

masterlist / rules / requests & talks with me!

SUMMARY౨ৎ Oscar’s daughter has favorites. And sadly, he isn’t one of hers, in fact her favorite happens to be her favorite American, Logan. He says it’s fine and that he doesn’t care… but actions speak louder than words.

PAIRING ౨ৎ Not really a pairing, but reader makes multiple apperances 🩵

WARNINGS ౨ৎ Sadie being a menace

A/N ౨ৎ got requested more sadie, the more sadie you shall receive. i was writing this before the logan news and i’m absolutely distraught. i decided to start from the group up and include logan to feel a bit better hurt ❤️‍🩹

Part of the Dad Oscar mini-series 🩵

“Sadie, are you ready to see Dad drive fast?” You asked, adjusting her little McLaren cap as I held her hand to the garage.

“No.” Sadie says bluntly in her toddler way, her lips forming a small pout as she clutched the tiny stuffed koala Oscar had bought her from her a year ago from Australia.

You couldn’t help but blink at her straightforwardness, crouching down to be at eye level with her. “No? Not even to cheer him on?”

Sadie shook her head with determination. “No. Wanna see Logan.”

Sadie’s pout deepened, and she hugged her koala closer to her chest. “Logan’s funny.”

“Yes, he is. But you know who else is funny? Daddy. Remember when he made silly faces during breakfast?” You suggested.

Sadie tilted her head, considering this for a moment, before shaking her head again. “Logan’s funnier.”

Before you could respond, you heard footsteps approaching, and there was Oscar, already in his race suit, with a forced grin on his face, clearly overheard the conversation. “Hey, little miss,” he greeted giving a kiss on your cheek before crouching down beside you and holding out his arms for a hug.

Sadie looked at him for a moment, then back at you, before finally deciding to toddle over and give him a quick hug. It was short, sweet, but not as enthusiastic as the ones she usually reserved for Logan recently.

Oscar’s smile faltered for just a second, but he quickly recovered, lifting her up in his arms. “Guess I’ll have to up my game if I want to be the favorite, huh?” he teased, though there was a trace of something more behind his words.

“Daddy’s funny,” Sadie said, almost as if she was trying to console him.

“Yeah?” Oscar’s eyes lit up with hope, but Sadie quickly added, “But Logan’s funnier.”

You winced, but Oscar just laughed it off, giving her a playful tickle. “Well, Logan better watch out then, because I’m coming for his title.”

This was going to be a long day for Oscar.

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The buzz of the McLaren garage was background noise to Oscar as he watched his Sadie, toddle around with a bright smile on her face. It was a year after her first ever Grand Prix… and safe to say you and Oscar have definitely learned a lot from it. Normally, her little smile would make his heart swell with pride, but today, it was bittersweet. The reason? Logan Sargeant was the source of her joy, not him.

Logan, Logan, Logan. that was the name coming out of her mouth the past month.

Sadie had been enamored with Logan since the first time she was born. Who wouldn’t when their godfather was her dad’s best friend who happened to have the same job?

She would light up at the sight of him, smiling at every chance she could excitedly in her toddler way, always eager to be scooped up into his arms. And Logan, the ever-charming American, was more than happy to oblige.

Oscar leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching as Logan lifted Sadie into the air, eliciting giggles that echoed around the garage. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t bother him. So what if Sadie liked Logan more? It wasn’t a competition. He was her father, not Logan. Surely she likes him more.

…

Right?

“Hey, mate. You good?” Lando’s voice snapped Oscar out of his thoughts. His teammate had appeared beside him, eyebrow raised in concern.

Oscar forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

Lando followed his gaze to where Logan was now letting Sadie play with his cap, much to her delight. “Looks like someone’s got a new best friend.”

Oscar’s smile faltered slightly. “Yeah… guess she does.”

Lando didn’t miss the hint of disappointment in Oscar’s voice. “You know she still loves you, right? Kids go through phases.”

“I know, I know,” Oscar replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he rolls his eyes. “It’s just… I didn’t think I’d be playing second fiddle to Logan, of all people.”

Lando chuckled. “Well, at least she has good taste. Logan is fun… in his weird American way. Baseball, football, hotdogs and stuff like that. But you’re still her dad… no one can take that from you.”

Oscar nodded, though his eyes were still glued to the scene in front of him. Logan was now teaching Sadie how to high-five, her little hand smacking against his with enthusiasm. The sight should’ve made Oscar laugh, but instead, it made him feel… left out.

“Maybe,” Oscar said quietly, “…but sometimes it feels like I’m just not enough for her.”

Lando looked at him, surprised by the admission. “Oscar, she’s a 2-year-old. It’s not about you being enough or not. She just likes Logan because he’s fun and new. Trust me, when she needs comfort, when she’s upset or scared, it’s you she’ll run to.”

“Did you indirectly call me old and boring?”

“You know what I meant!”

Oscar wanted to believe that, but watching Sadie beam up at Logan made it hard. He knew he was being irrational, that he shouldn’t let a child’s innocent preferences get to him, but the sting was still there.

“…Zak is calling me over.” Lando gave a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he spots the CEO waving a hand over. “Just keep what I said in mind. She loves you Oscar. Sadie’s just happy to see a face she rarely sees. Good luck in quali, yeah?”

Oscar nodded as Lando walked away, but his focus was still on Sadie and Logan. He wasn’t used to feeling like this—jealous of his best friend, of all people. It was silly, really, but he couldn’t shake it.

As the preparations for Qualifications continued, the garage was abuzz with activity. Oscar was trying to get back into the right mindset when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder.

“You look deep in thought,” You said, coming up beside him with a warm smile.

Oscar turned to her, managing a half-hearted smile. “Just thinking. You know how it is.”

Your eyes followed his gaze to where Sadie and Logan were now playing with a small toy car. “She seems to be having a blast with Logan.”

Oscar sighed. “Yeah, she’s been obsessed with him lately. It’s like I’m invisible.”

Your expression softened. You wrapped an arm around him and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “You’re not invisible, Oscar. Kids can be unpredictable. Logan’s just the new fun thing right now. It doesn’t change how much she loves you.”

Oscar looked at you, the weight of your words hitting him. “I know you’re right. I just hate feeling like I’m second place.”

“Oscar,” You said, lifting his chin with a gentle touch. “Sadie is 2 years-old. I think you need to remember that Sadie’s attachment to Logan doesn’t diminish her love for you. She’s just interested in her godfather she rarely sees. If anything, it just means she’s comfortable with the people around her, and that’s a good thing. Remember how she went from hating everything Lando did in the free practices to loving him at the end of the day? It’s the same thing. You’re her dad, and that’s a role no one else can fill.”

Oscar took a deep breath, letting your words sink in. Your gentle touch and reassuring smile helped ease the knot of insecurity that had settled in his chest. He glanced back at Sadie and Logan, and the sight of his daughter’s unrestrained joy started to warm his heart, even if the jealousy still lingered a bit.

The buzz of the garage continued around you both, and Oscar gave a thoughtful exhale, a much needed one. “Thank you, lovely. I guess I needed that.”

You gave him a soft smile, then glanced over at Sadie. “Logan might be fun for her at the moment, but remember that she’ll always be the one calling you dad.”

Oscar’s lips curved into a grin at your comment.

Yeah. Dad does sound pretty nice.

“Dad!”

[its-avalon-08]

max, jealous trope, ferrari driver, she is laughing with carlos

grumpy lover boy (mv1)

✦ pairing - max verstappen x female!driver!reader

✦ genre - jealousy, playfulness, fluff

(i adore this man so much, im dying)

The paddock was alive with energy and excitement as fans and teams buzzed about, preparing for the upcoming race. Max Verstappen stood by Red Bull's garage, his eyes scanning the crowd. He caught sight of his girlfriend, Y/N, across the way at Ferrari's setup, chatting animatedly with her teammates, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz.

Max and Y/N had kept their relationship a secret from the public eye, preferring to avoid the added pressure and media scrutiny. It wasn't easy, especially with both of them being high-profile drivers, but they managed to make it work.

As Max watched, Carlos said something that made Y/N laugh—a genuine, hearty laugh that lit up her face. She playfully grabbed Carlos's hand in the midst of her laughter, and Max felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

He clenched his jaw, his mood instantly darkening. Daniel Ricciardo, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor, sidled up to him with a smirk.

As Max continued to watch Y/N laugh with Carlos and Charles, his grumpy demeanor grew more evident. Daniel couldn't resist poking fun at his friend.

"Mate, you're glaring so hard, I'm surprised the Ferrari garage isn't on fire," Daniel said with a chuckle, leaning casually against the wall beside Max.

Max grunted, not taking his eyes off Y/N. "She's just laughing at his joke. It's no big deal."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Sure, no big deal. That's why you're standing here looking like someone just stole your lunch."

Max shot him a look. "I'm not… okay, maybe I am a little jealous. But can you blame me?"

Daniel laughed, clapping Max on the back. "Oh, I don't blame you. It's just funny seeing you all whipped. Never thought I'd see the day."

Max rolled his eyes, though he couldn't hide the small, begrudging smile. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

"Seriously, though," Daniel said, his tone softening a bit. "She really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"

Max sighed, his gaze softening as he watched Y/N. "Yeah, she does. And I'm fine with that. Just wish I didn't have to watch her being all friendly with Carlos."

Daniel smirked. "Well, look on the bright side. At least it's Carlos and not someone like… I don't know, Lewis."

Max groaned at the thought. "Don't even joke about that, Dan."

Daniel chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Relax, mate. She's yours, and everyone can see it—even if they don't know it."

Max nodded, feeling a bit more reassured. "Thanks, Dan."

"No problem," Daniel said with a wink. "Now, let's get back to work before you burn a hole through Carlos's head with that death stare of yours."

Max finally tore his gaze away from Y/N, shaking his head with a smirk. "Alright, alright. Let's go."

As they walked away, Max couldn't help but glance back one more time, feeling a mix of jealousy and adoration for the girl who had him completely and utterly whipped.

(jumping to carlos and y/n)

Carlos noticed Max's intense glare from across the paddock and shifted uncomfortably. He turned to Y/N with a concerned expression.

"Y/N, did I do something to upset Max?" Carlos asked, his eyes wide with worry.

Y/N followed his gaze and saw Max glaring at them, his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. She laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, you didn't do anything, Carlos. He's just being a bit… overprotective."

Carlos let out a sigh of relief, though he still looked a bit uneasy. "Are you sure? Because he looks like he's ready to come over here and punch me."

Y/N chuckled, giving Carlos a reassuring pat on the arm. "Trust me, it's nothing. Max is just a little jealous, that's all. He'll get over it."

Carlos's worried expression softened into a smile. "You two are really cute together, you know that?"

Y/N blushed slightly, glancing over at Max who was still sulking. "Thanks, Carlos. It's not always easy, but we make it work."

Carlos grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't know how you manage to keep it a secret with how obvious he is sometimes."

Y/N laughed again, the sound light and cheerful. "I guess we just have to be careful. But it's worth it."

Carlos nodded, giving her a supportive smile. "Well, if you ever need any help keeping the secret, you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate it," Y/N said, genuinely grateful for his understanding.

Carlos glanced over at Max once more, then back at Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybe you should go over there and give him a little reassurance. Before he starts plotting my demise."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, maybe I should."

As Y/N made her way over to Max, Carlos watched with a smile, glad to see his friend happy—even if it did mean occasionally dealing with a very grumpy and jealous Max Verstappen.

(cuteness incoming)

Y/N made her way across the paddock toward Max, her heart warming at the sight of his grumpy expression. She slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back.

"Hey, you," she said softly.

Max stiffened for a moment before relaxing into her embrace. He turned around, his eyes locking onto hers, and without a word, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Y/N melted into the kiss, her arms sliding up to wrap around his neck.

When they finally broke apart, Max rested his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he murmured.

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on the back of his neck. "Feeling better now?"

Max huffed, his grumpy demeanor still lingering. "A bit. Just… don't like seeing you so close with Carlos."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You know there's nothing to worry about, right? It's just you and me."

Max sighed, his arms tightening around her. "I know. I just can't help it sometimes."

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with affection. She began peppering his face with soft kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips again. "There, all better?"

Max couldn't help but smile, the grumpiness slowly fading from his features. "Yeah, all better. You always know how to fix me."

She grinned, giving him one last kiss. "That's my job, isn't it? Besides, I like seeing you smile."

Max's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with love. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Max," she replied, resting her head on his chest. "Now, let's go back to work before Daniel makes even more fun of you."

Max chuckled, his mood considerably lighter. "Alright, but only because you asked so nicely."

Hand in hand, they walked back toward their respective garages, ready to face the rest of the race weekend together, their bond stronger than ever.

[growthhyp]

The Garage Sale IV

"Fuck, where is that little shit?" Abe muttered under his breath, his ginger hair glinting in the fading sunlight as he stomped outside the college campus. His beefy arms flexed with each step, the veins in his neck bulging with frustration. He'd been looking for Aiden all day, his usual smug smile nowhere to be seen.

Aiden, the nerdy black college student, had somehow managed to outwit Abe, the burly jock, and it was driving him insane. His eyes scanned the crowded area, looking for the skinny kid who always seemed to be lost in his own world of books and tech. Aiden had always been an easy target for Abe's cruel pranks and homophobic slurs, but today, he had evaded the jock's grasp.

But as Abe was about to give up and admit defeat, his eyes caught a glimpse of a garage sale, set up in the driveway of a quaint suburban home. The sight was peculiar, a stark contrast to the modern college buildings surrounding them. Amongst the clutter, a hulking man stood, his muscles bulging beneath a tight bright blue tank top that was doing its best to contain them.

Curiosity piqued, Abe approached the garage sale, his eyes scanning the assortment of items laid out on tables. "Hey," Abe called out to the muscular man, his deep voice echoing in the quiet space, "you haven't seen a nerdy guy come through here, have you? Skin and bones, probably tripping over his own feet."

Jack looked up from the chair he was sitting and cocked his head to the side, eyeing Abe with a quizzical expression. "Nah, man, no one like that's been here. But I did have a customer come by earlier, though." He wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand, his biceps flexing as he spoke. "Dude was built like a brick shithouse, like me. You might've missed him if you weren't looking for someone… well, smaller."

Abe's eyes narrowed at the description, his mind racing with thoughts of Aiden teaming up with someone like Jack to outsmart him. "What'd he look like?" he asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.

Jack looked up from his task, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you know the type. Big, brawny, probably benches more than you weigh." He chuckled, his deep laugh reverberating through the garage. "I don't think he was your typical bookworm, if that's what you're worried about."

Abe felt a flicker of annoyance at Jack's teasing, but he couldn't help but be a little intrigued. He stepped closer, his eyes lingering over the muscular man's form. "What was he here for?"

Jack shrugged, his massive shoulders rising and falling with the movement. "Just picked up some old gym gear, said he was looking to bulk up."

Abe nodded, his eyes still scanning the garage. The absence of other customers was odd, but he shrugged it off. Maybe everyone was just avoiding the scene of the jock's frustration. "Thanks anyway, man," he said, turning to leave.

But as he took a step away, Jack called out, "Hey, what's your name?"

Abe spun around, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Abe. And before you ask, yeah, I'm a college student."

Jack's eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh, so you're one of those jocks, huh? Play football, get all the girls?" He winked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Abe nodded proudly. "Yeah, exactly. I'm on the college varsity team, and I've got more notches on my bedpost than I can count." He flexed his bicep, the muscles rippling like waves of power beneath his skin. "So, what's your deal?"

Jack's smirk grew wider. "Well, Abe," he said, leaning on the weight bench, "I'm an alumni of this very college. But let's just say, I didn't spend much time playing football." His gaze drifted off for a moment before he snapped back to the present. "But enough about me. What's got you so riled up about the nerdy guy?"

Abe felt his cheeks redden slightly at the question. He'd never admitted to anyone that he had a grudge against Aiden. "It's nothing," he mumbled, looking away. "Just a little… rivalry."

Jack raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through Abe's facade. "Rivalry, huh?" He stepped closer, the scent of sweat and metal wafting from his body. "Look, Abe, I know your type. You're the kind of guy who thinks the world owes you something just because you can bench press more than anyone else. But let me tell you a little secret." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Being a jock doesn't make you untouchable. And sometimes, the quiet ones have more bite than you think."

Abe's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. He'd never been talked to like this before, not by someone who wasn't trembling in fear. But Jack's confidence was oddly compelling, and he found himself listening intently. "What's your point?" Abe spat out, trying to sound tough.

Jack's smile didn't waver. "My point is, maybe you should cut the guy some slack. Everyone's got their own battles to fight." He straightened up, his towering frame seemingly growing larger in the confined space of the garage.

But before Abe could respond, Jack's eyes fell on a dusty old jockstrap hanging from a makeshift clothesline strung across the garage. "Speaking of which," Jack said, plucking it down and holding it out to Abe with a flourish, "you might like this."

Abe stared at the piece of clothing in confusion, his brain struggling to piece together why Jack would be offering him underwear. "What the hell is this?" he snarled, his voice laced with skepticism.

Jack's grin grew even wider, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "It's a jockstrap, buddy. Perfect for guys like you." He stepped closer, invading Abe's personal space. "It'll give you the support you need, keep everything in check while you're out there playing your games." His voice was smooth, like honey, and Abe couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards the garment.

"But I already have one," Abe protested weakly, his eyes flicking between the jockstrap and Jack's intense gaze.

"Ah, but this one's special," Jack said, his tone like a siren's song. "It's not just any old jockstrap. This one's been worn by champions, men who've pushed their bodies to the limit. It's like having a piece of history, a symbol of strength and endurance." He held it out closer, and Abe could almost feel the power it contained.

Abe stared at the jockstrap, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Why was he even considering this? But Jack's words were like a drug, and he found himself reaching out to take it. "What makes it so special?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Jack leaned in closer, his breath hot against Abe's ear. "Let me show you," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. Before Abe could protest, Jack had turned him around and guided him to a makeshift changing room in the corner of the garage. "Just slip into it, feel the difference," he encouraged.

As Abe reached for the curtain, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was making a mistake. But Jack's confidence was infectious, and he found himself drawn to the mysterious allure of the jockstrap. He pulled the curtain aside, expecting an empty space, but what he saw made his jaw drop to the floor.

There, sprawled out on a bench, was a hulking black bodybuilder, his muscles rippling even in his state of unconsciousness. The man's dark skin was like midnight velvet, stretched tight over muscles that looked like they'd been chiseled from marble. His eyes snapped open, and for a split second, Abe thought he saw a flicker of recognition in them. But then the man's gaze went vacant again, and Abe realized it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.

He quickly pulled the curtain shut, his heart hammering in his chest. "Jack, what the fuck?" he hissed, spinning around to face the grinning man.

Jack chuckled, a knowing look in his eye. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, Abe. Didn't mean to startle you." He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "That's just my buddy. He passed out after a heavy workout. You know, sometimes these things happen when you push too hard."

Abe's heart was racing, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "It's… it's fine," he stuttered, his cheeks still flushed. "I just didn't expect to see… that."

Jack nodded, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Understood. But let me make it up to you. Why don't you come over to my place, and we'll get you into that jockstrap properly?" He winked, and Abe felt a strange mix of excitement and unease. The muscular man led him out of the garage and into the house, the door creaking open to reveal a small but well-kept living room. The scent of musk and sweat filled the air, a clear sign of a man's domain.

The bathroom was dimly lit, with a single bulb swinging gently overhead. The tiles on the floor were a bit sticky under Abe's sneakers, and he couldn't help but wonder how much sweat had been spilled here in the pursuit of Jack's Herculean physique.

Aiden had always been the object of his derision, but now, faced with this stark reminder of his own physical inferiority, Abe felt a peculiar mix of envy and admiration. He'd never seen anyone so… massive. And there was something about the quiet confidence Jack exuded that was undeniably appealing.

Shaking off the lingering image of the unconscious bodybuilder, Abe stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him with a click. The room was smaller than he had anticipated, with barely enough space for the toilet, a sink, and a shower stall that looked like it had seen better days.

The jockstrap still in his hand, Abe couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at the idea of wearing something so intimately connected to the kind of strength and power that he had always craved. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes tracing the lines of his own muscular frame, the reflection of his chiseled abs and bulging biceps staring back at him. But it wasn't enough. Not compared to what he'd just seen.

With trembling hands, he peeled off his own underwear and stepped into the dusty jockstrap. It was snug, but as he pulled it up, it felt like it was molding to his body, fitting him like a glove. He could feel the fabric hugging his crotch and the waistband digging into his skin, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, it was… empowering.

As Abe tightened the straps and adjusted the pouch, a sudden warmth began to spread from his groin up to his chest. It was like a hot liquid was being pumped through his veins, filling him with energy and a strange, newfound strength. His muscles began to tense and expand before his very eyes, his reflection in the mirror becoming more and more like the men he had seen in Jack's garage.

His white tank top, once snug across his broad chest, started to strain and stretch, the fabric groaning under the pressure of his swelling physique. The seams grew tight against his skin as his pectorals bulged outward, his biceps and triceps ballooning with power. He flexed his arms, watching in amazement as the veins grew more pronounced, his muscles swelling with every beat of his heart.

Aiden stumbled back in shock as his legs grew longer and thicker before his eyes. His calves, once slender and barely noticeable, exploded in size, each muscle fiber becoming more and more defined until they looked like they could crush a walnut with ease. His feet felt heavy, the bones in his toes cracking and shifting as they morphed into a shape that could support his newfound bulk. He looked down at them, his eyes wide with terror and awe, his sneakers now seeming like children's toys around his monstrous feet. The mirror in the cramped bathroom was now almost eye level for Abe, his reflection towering above him.

He reached down, his hand shaking with anticipation, and touched the thick, engorged member that jutted out from the jockstrap. It was hot and pulsing, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. His fingers wrapped around the base, and a jolt of pure ecstasy shot through him, making his knees buckle. He hadn't felt anything like this before, not even when he'd scored the winning touchdown in the last game of the season. It was a pleasure so intense it was almost painful, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan that echoed off the tiles.

As Abe's hand moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his thoughts grew hazier. The faces of the cheerleaders who had once thrown themselves at him grew distant, replaced by images of muscular men, their powerful bodies entwined in passion. He felt his cock thicken and lengthen in his grasp, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was as if the jockstrap was feeding his desires, transforming him into someone new.

The once cocky jock felt his swagger dissipate as a strange sense of vulnerability washed over him. His thoughts were no longer filled with conquests and one-night stands, but with the tender touch of a strong, protective man. The idea of being dominated, of being filled, sent shivers down his spine. He didn't know why, but he craved it with an intensity that scared him.

As Abe's hand continued to work on his newfound monster, his ass began to swell and round out before his eyes. He felt it expand. It was as if the jockstrap had unlocked a hidden chamber of desires within him, sculpting him into the receptive partner he never knew he wanted to be.

With a final, guttural groan, Abe came harder than he ever had before. The force of his orgasm sent ropes of cum shooting into the air, painting the tiles with his essence. His legs gave out from under him, and he crumpled to the floor, his back thumping against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl. He remained there, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as the last drops of cum dribbled from his cock, mixing with the sweat that now coated his body.

As the aftershocks of pleasure faded, a wave of exhaustion crashed over Abe like a tidal wave. His eyes grew heavy, and without realizing it, he leaned back, his head lolling against the coolness of the bowl's edge. He didn't fight it; instead, he allowed his eyes to drift shut, the sounds of his own heavy breathing filling the small bathroom. His muscles, which had been so taut with arousal, began to relax, his body going limp.

Before he knew it, Abe was asleep, sitting awkwardly in the toilet bowl. It was a position that would've been uncomfortable for anyone else, but in his exhausted state, it was almost like a cradle. His legs sprawled out before him, his two hands are resting on the floor to keeping from toppling over. His face was a picture of serenity, the kind of peace that comes from the most intense of releases.

===

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the garage in an orange glow, Aiden's eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times, the sleep still clinging to his eyelids like cobwebs. His body felt… different. He took a deep breath, feeling his lungs expand in a way they never had before, and as he sat up, his newfound muscles rippled and flexed beneath his skin. He looked down at his body, his eyes widening in shock.

He was no longer the skinny, unassuming college kid he'd been just a few hours ago. Aiden had been transformed into a creature of power and beauty, a colossus that could make any man's jaw drop. His chest was now a wall of muscle, the definition sharp enough to cut glass. His abs looked like they'd been sculpted by a master artist, each ridge and valley a testament to his newfound strength.

As he took in his reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He felt different, as if he'd been born anew. The shy, nerdy exterior was gone, replaced by a cocky, arrogant swagger that seemed to ooze from his very pores. He liked the feeling of power that surged through him, the way his body had changed so dramatically.

The light outside was dimming as he stepped out of the bathroom, the setting sun casting long shadows across the garage. He walked to the door that led to the house, his heavy footsteps echoing through the empty space. He didn't bother knocking, instead throwing it open with the newfound confidence of a man who had nothing to fear.

In the living room, Jack looked up from his workout magazine, his eyes widening at the sight of Aiden's new form. The smirk on his face grew into a full-blown grin as he took in the young man's towering presence.

"Jack," Aiden slurred, his brain still foggy with the aftermath of his transformation. "Where am I?"

Jack chuckled, his eyes raking over Aiden's new form with unabashed admiration. "You're at my place, man. You had quite the experience in the changing room, huh?"

Aiden nodded, still trying to piece together what had happened. "Yeah," he said slowly, his voice deeper and more gravelly than he'd ever heard it. "I remember buying some clothes from you. But I can't seem to find them."

Jack's eyes lingered on the bulge in Aiden's black briefs, which was now tenting obscenely with each step the young man took. He could see the outline of Aiden's cock, thick and long, straining against the fabric. It was clear that the transformation had not only altered Aiden's physique but also his libido.

"Don't worry about it," Jack said casually, his voice a smooth purr. "You bought that black hoodie and those jogger pants, but I think they're a bit too big for you now." He winked, enjoying the confusion and arousal that played across Aiden's features. "I left them in the guest room for you. Why don't you go check them out?"

Aiden nodded, his gaze lingering on Jack's bulging biceps before he turned to leave. His hips rolled with each step, the fabric of his briefs stretching taut against his engorged cock. The musky scent of male arousal filled the air, thick and potent.

Jack's offer to spend the night was like a siren's call to Aiden's newfound desires. He stumbled down the hallway, his mind racing with thoughts of his transformation and the insatiable hunger that now consumed him. When he reached the guest room, he pushed the door open with a low groan, the wood creaking in protest. The room was sparse, with a single bed in the center and a small dresser in the corner.

He didn't bother looking for the clothes Jack had mentioned; instead, his hand found its way to his throbbing cock, still trapped within the confines of the black brief. The fabric was sticky with his cum, but the feeling of his swollen length in his hand was too much to resist. He began to stroke himself, his eyes glazed over with lust as he took in the new landscape of his body.

Each pump of his hand sent a new wave of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but moan softly, his body now a playground of unexplored sensations. He'd never felt so alive, so… hungry. The thought of going back to his old life, his old body, was like a distant memory, a faded photograph that no longer held any appeal.

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Abe's eyes snapped open as he sat in the toilet bowl, his mind racing to piece together the events that had led him to this moment.

He glanced down at his transformed body, the muscles rippling and bulging in a way they never had before. His hands moved to feel his chest, his fingers tracing the deep valleys and rock-solid peaks of his pecs, his thumbs grazing his erect nipples. His cock, now a thick, pulsing beast, strained against the fabric of the jockstrap, begging for attention. He felt his cheeks redden at the realization that he was sitting in the toilet, his massive legs taking up most of the space in the cramped bathroom.

But it was when his hand moved to his face that he felt the most shocking change. Abe's fingers brushed against a coarse, unfamiliar texture. A beard had grown, thick and dark, framing his chiseled jawline and giving him the look of a Viking warrior. The feel of it was strange, but also surprisingly comforting.

With a shaky breath, Abe stood up, the jockstrap feeling like a second skin around his waist. His body felt heavy, but in a good way, as if he'd been filled with something primal and powerful. He took a step forward, his legs moving almost of their own accord, and stumbled out into the hallway.

"Jack," he called out, his voice softer than he'd ever heard it. "Can… can I talk to you?"

Jack looked up from his magazine, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "What's up, Abe?"

Abe took a tentative step into the room, his newfound bulk making him feel vulnerable. "Sir, I… I just wanted to talk to you about something." He couldn't quite find the words to express his confusion and fear.

Jack barely glanced up from his magazine, his eyes dancing with amusement. "What's on your mind, Abe?" he drawled, not bothering to hide the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

Abe took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the effort of holding in his emotions. "Jack… Sir," he began, the word slipping out despite his best efforts to sound assertive. "What… what happened to me?"

Jack's smirk grew, his eyes dark with an emotion that was both thrilling and terrifying to Abe. "You don't remember?" He teased, his voice thick with something that sent shivers down Abe's spine.

Abe's heart hammered in his chest, his mouth dry. "No, Sir," he murmured, the word slipping out again. He felt his knees want to buckle but he held his ground, his new muscles straining under the weight of his own body.

Jack leaned back in his chair, his muscular arms folded over his broad chest. "It's okay, Abe. You're just a little overwhelmed by your new… attributes." The smirk on his face grew wider, his eyes glinting with something that made Abe's stomach flutter.

Abe felt his cheeks burn, his heart racing. "But… I don't understand," he said meekly, his voice cracking. "What happened in there?"

Jack looked up from his magazine, his eyes piercing through Abe's soul. "You don't need to know, Abe," he said, his voice firm yet soothing. "All that matters is that you've been given a gift." He took a sip of his water, his biceps flexing with the movement. "Why don't you just accept it?"

Abe swallowed hard, his knees feeling weak. He wanted to demand answers, to shout and rage against the unfairness of it all, but something in Jack's tone kept him in check. He nodded, his head bobbing slightly, his eyes downcast. "Yes, Sir," he murmured, the word slipping out again like a reflex.

Jack's smile grew even wider, his eyes gleaming with dominance. He pointed a finger towards the guest room. "Why don't you go on in, Abe," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "You're more than welcome to spend the night. It's late, and I'm sure you've got a lot to… process."

Abe nodded, his heart racing. He didn't know why, but he felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the idea of being so close to the muscular men he'd just seen. He padded down the hallway on silent, bare feet, his cock still straining against the jockstrap. When he reached the guest room, the sound of heavy breathing and the slick, wet sounds of flesh against flesh filled the air.

He pushed the door open slowly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. On the bed lay the form of the hulking muscular man, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his monstrous shaft. The man's muscles rippled with each stroke, the moonlight streaming through the window casting shadows across his gleaming skin.

"Sir," Abe whispered, his voice hoarse with a mix of awe and arousal. "What's your name?"

The man on the bed looked up, his eyes hooded with lust. For a moment, there was something eerily familiar about those eyes, something that sent a shiver down Abe's spine, but he couldn't quite place it.

"I'm Aiden," the man on the bed rumbled, his voice deeper and more confident than Abe had ever heard. "And as for you," he said, his eyes raking over Abe's transformed body, "you're just a pitiful excuse for a man, aren't you?"

Abe felt his jaw drop, he'd never heard anyone speak to him like that, especially not someone who had been so weak before. But as he took in Aiden's powerful frame, his own muscles flexing and bulging, he knew that the tables had turned.

The anger he'd felt earlier was replaced with a deep sense of fear. The person he'd bullied for years was now his equal, maybe even his superior. Aiden's hand was still wrapped around his own cock, stroking it with a confidence that was unmistakable. Aiden looked up at Abe, his eyes gleaming with something that could only be described as hunger.

Abe felt his breath catch in his throat. He should've been furious, but instead, all he could manage was a stuttered apology. "I'm… I'm sorry, Aiden," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to… to treat you like that."

Aiden's eyes narrowed, his hand never stopping its relentless pumping. "Sorry isn't enough, Abe," he said, his tone dripping with authority. "If you want forgiveness, you'll have to earn it."

The room was thick with tension, the scent of male lust hanging heavily in the air. Abe felt his body respond, his cock swelling even further in the jockstrap. He licked his lips, his mind racing with confusion and arousal.

"You want me to… to do what?" he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

Aiden's eyes never left Abe's as he spoke, his voice firm and commanding. "You heard me, jock. If you want my forgiveness, you're going to let me claim your ass."

Abe's breath hitched, his cock pulsing in response to the raw dominance in Aiden's voice. He couldn't believe the words he was hearing, but his body was responding in a way that was undeniable. He felt his cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal as the reality of the situation sunk in.

With a tremble in his voice, Abe whispered, "Yes, Sir." He took a step closer to the bed, his knees wobbling with anticipation. Aiden's hand never stopped moving on his thick cock, the sound of his palm slapping against his abs echoing in the stillness of the room.

Aiden patted the bed beside him, his eyes still locked on Abe's. "Come here, boy," he said, his voice a seductive purr that made Abe's knees buckle even more.

With a whimper, Abe took the final steps to the bed, his body feeling like it was on autopilot. The jockstrap was soaking wet from his own precum, and his cock was painfully hard, begging for release. He'd never felt so powerless, so… submissive before, but something about it was intoxicating.

Aiden leaned back, his abs flexing as he positioned himself in the center of the bed. With a smirk, he wrapped his hand around the base of his massive cock, which was now pointing straight at Abe's trembling hole. "Ready to be my bitch?" he taunted, his voice a gruff growl that sent shockwaves through Abe's core.

When Aiden's cock finally made contact with his hole, Abe couldn't help the loud gasp that escaped his lips. It was hot, like molten lava, and it sent a bolt of pleasure shooting through his body that made his toes curl. He felt his knees buckle slightly, but Aiden was there, his strong hands on Abe's shoulders, holding him in place as he pushed the tip inside.

Aiden's eyes never left Abe's, the hunger in them growing more intense as he felt the tightness of Abe's body give way to his massive girth. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, watching as the jock's face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. Aiden's own moan mingled with Abe's as he sank deeper, the feeling of being sheathed in tight warmth unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Aiden's hand gripped the base of his cock, his thumb brushing against Abe's prostate with every thrust. The jock's moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of need and want. Aiden's hips began to move faster, the sound of skin slapping skin growing more intense with every movement. Aiden felt a sense of power wash over him, a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Abe's eyes rolled back in his head as he took in the sensation, his body arching off the bed to meet Aiden's thrusts. He'd never felt so… full before, so completely consumed by another man's desire. His own hand had stilled on his cock, his focus solely on the feeling of Aiden's massive length claiming him, stretching him wider with every push.

Jack sat in his living room, the sound of the TV playing in the background as he heard the muffled moans coming from the guest room. He couldn't help but smile to himself, knowing that Aiden was giving Abe the ride of his life. He'd seen the transformation before; it was always a thrill to watch a new customer discover the power of the clothes he sold. And Aiden had proven to be a natural at it, wielding his newfound dominance with a finesse that Jack hadn't seen in a while.

The noises grew louder, more urgent, as Aiden felt his orgasm approaching. His muscles tensed, and he began to hammer into Abe's willing body with increased ferocity. Aiden's hips were a blur as he chased his release, his teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Aiden's massive cock was a piston, driving into Abe's tight hole with the power of a freight train.

Abe's moans grew more desperate, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to accommodate Aiden's relentless pace. His own cock was a leaking faucet of precum, painting his abs with a sticky sheen. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he bit his lower lip to stifle his screams. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, but Abe didn't want it to stop. He craved the feeling of Aiden's dominance, the way he filled him up and made him feel alive in ways he never had before.

Suddenly, Aiden stiffened, his eyes snapping open to stare into Abe's. "Take it," he growled, his voice deep and primal. "Take it all, you worthless jock." Aiden's cock swelled even more, and with a roar, he came deep inside Abe, his hot cum flooding the jock's insides.

Abe felt the warmth spread through him, filling him up until he could take no more. His own orgasm ripped through him like lightning, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum that shot across his abs, painting them in sticky white streaks. The force of it was so intense that he saw stars, his body trembling uncontrollably as he climaxed harder than he ever had before.

When the tremors subsided, Aiden pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening in the moonlight. He looked down at Abe, his expression unreadable. "You're forgiven," he said, his voice still thick with lust. "But there's one condition."

Abe's eyes widened, his chest heaving with each breath. "What is it, Sir?"

Aiden leaned back on the bed, his newfound confidence oozing from every pore. "If you want to stay forgiven," he began, his voice still deep and authoritative, "you'll be my boyfriend. And since we're already roommates," he smirked, "we can enjoy each other's company… whenever we like."

Abe looked up at him, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. The thought of being with Aiden, of being owned by him in every way, was something he'd never considered before. But the way his body responded, the way his cock was already starting to swell again at the mere mention of it, told him that he wanted it more than he could ever admit.

"Y…yes, Sir," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from the screams that had torn from his throat moments before. "I'll be your boyfriend. Anything you want."

Aiden leaned over Abe's trembling form, his own chest heaving with the exertion of their encounter. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of the jock's cum-covered abs, his newfound power still resonating through every nerve in his body. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a towel, and tossed it to Abe. "Clean up," he said, his voice still laced with dominance.

Abe took the towel, his eyes never leaving Aiden's as he wiped himself down. The reality of what had just transpired was setting in, and he felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. He knew he'd never be able to look at Aiden the same way again, but he also knew that he didn't want to. He liked this new dynamic, the way Aiden made him feel… alive.

"Thank you, Sir," Abe murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Aiden smirked, his hand resting casually on Abe's thigh. "I think it's time we expand our little circle," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "We'll go back to Jack's garage doon, and you can help me pick out some clothes for my nerdy friends. I think they'd look good with a little… boost, don't you?"

Abe nodded dumbly, his mind still reeling from the events of the night. "Of course, Sir," he murmured, the word rolling off his tongue with surprising ease.

The room was silent for a moment, the only sounds the rustling of the sheets as they both adjusted their positions. Then, Aiden spoke again, his voice filled with excitement. "I've always wanted to play football," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "But I never had the body for it. Now, I think I might just be able to make the team."

Abe's eyes widened at the suggestion. "The football team?" he echoed, still trying to wrap his head around the new world he found himself in.

Aiden nodded, a smug look on his face. "Why not?" he challenged. "I've got the body for it now." His hand absently caressed his new abs, the muscles rippling under his touch.

Abe stared at Aiden, his mind racing. The thought of his former tormentor joining the football team, let alone playing alongside him, was surreal. But he had no power to refuse. "Y…yes, Sir," he murmured, his voice still thick with submission. "I'll talk to the coach tomorrow."

The two muscular men lay there for a while, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. The tension in the room had shifted from anger to something else entirely. It was a bond, a connection forged in the heat of passion and power. They were equals now, but with a dynamic that was unmistakably skewed in Aiden's favor.

[minimomoe]

Hide-n-Seek

something nice and fluffy for the love of my life

You were watching tv on your bed when you heard feet slapping the floor to see Megumi dashing into your room but slowly closing the door so that it wouldn’t slam. He clawed at your sheets to haul himself on the bed and you looked at him curiously.

“What’s going on, kiddo?”

“Daddy,” huff, “tryming,” another huff, “ta get me,” Megumi finally got out.

“Oh? You’re playing hide and seek?”

Megumi nodded furiously and you tapped your finger on your chin.

“Well you can’t hide in the bed, he’s gonna get you easy peasy.”

“Easy peasy?!”

“Yeah, so here’s no good,” you shook your head. Now Megumi took on a serious expression to plan his next move.

“I can hide in your closet!” Megumi’s face lit up, and you nodded in agreement. “You have so many clothes he’ll never find me!”

“Alright then hurry, go! I think I hear him coming,” you said, and you watched him flip off the bed with such speed you almost lunged to catch him, but of course all small toddlers obtained ninja like skill when hide and seek is involved. He thumped away into your side of the closet just as Toji walked in.

“Have you seen him?” He asked you.

“Seen who?” You lazily pulled your eyes away from the tv and looked at Toji. His face was slightly flushed like he was running all over the house to find Gumi.

“Our son, doll, where is he?”

“I’m no snitch, find him yourself,” you teased. Just as you said that you both could hear Megumi’s muffled giggles.

Toji slowly turned his head to the direction of your closet and smiled. Megumi didn’t even close the door. You tried to stifle your own laugh as Toji slowly approached the space.

“So you haven’t seen him around at all? Where could Megumi be hiding then?”

“I have no idea,” you mused, but Megumi’s laughs only got louder.

“I’ve checked the kitchen, the guest bedroom, and the garage, and he wasn’t in any of those places.”

“Did you check the attic?” You stalled.

Toji looked back at you as another burst of giggles came out from the closet. “You’re right, I’ll go check there right now.”

Toji stomped in place to make his footsteps heavy but stood right behind the closet door and waited for Megumi to crawl out.

“Mommy, he didn’t even— Ah!”

Before he could finish his sentence Toji swooped down and tossed him into the air, making him squeal on his descent down. Toji threw him up a couple of more times till Megumi was breathless, and then unceremoniously dropped him on the bed next to you.

“How did you find me?” Megumi whined, but he still has a bright smile.

“Mommy gave your base away,” he shrugged.

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did,” Toji said, and crawled on the bed and hold you both on either side of him.

“Maybe next time you’ll win, Gumi,” he said as he patted his back, but the little kid was already fast asleep.

“It’s crazy how they do that,” he muttered, and you shook your head at him.

“Next time, I’ll make sure that he’ll win,” you challenged.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Toji said grinned down at you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

[moonstruck-poet]

I Missed You

Pairing - Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

Summary - You were finally attending a race after being away from him for so long. But your work didn't seem to leave your back resulting in a very pouty boyfriend.

Warnings - None!

Your foot was impatiently tapping the ground, eyes trained on the screen, more specifically on the red Ferrari as it was completing the final three laps.

"Come on, come on," you muttered under your breath as you watched Carlos maintain the lead quite well. It was only the last lap to go and your heart was hammering uncontrollably.

Your fingers played with the wire of the headphones around your neck, one of the buds in your ear to notify you about any important calls from work. Despite wanting to devote your entire attention to the race, you couldn't just excuse your job especially since there was important intel to be acquired.

"Yes- Yes YES!" The scream erupted from your lips as soon as you saw the beautiful car bearing the number 55 finish the final lap.

He had won. Your man had just won.

"CARLOS SAINZ TACTICAL BRILLIANCE! CARLOS SAINZ, THE WINNER OF THE SINGAPORE GRAND PRIX!" Came the announcement and the garage roared in celebration.

You couldn't help it as a laugh full of absolute pure joy burst out, emotions welling up as you saw him stand on the hood of his car, his arms up as he soaked in the cheers. His head held high as he punched the air in victory.

And finally his car was parked and he jumped out, lunging forward to hug his team and they adored him back. Squeezing his shoulders and ruffling his hair as everyone yelled. Suddenly the engineers made their way and pushed you, their lady luck to be greeted by the winner.

As soon as his eyes landed on you he stilled before a radiant smile lit up his entire face and he pulled you right into his arms. Carlos buried his face into your neck, neither of you cared about his sweaty form and you squeezed him gently.

"You did it," you laughed, unable to keep the emotions at bay as you pulled away and cupped his cheeks. "You did it, love, you won!" You managed through your shaking voice and he mirrored your expressions as he nodded frantically, eyes closed as he leaned into your palms.

"I won," he whispered and chuckled when you pressed your lips to his cheek, lingering for a few seconds before looking at him proudly.

"Go get the trophy champ," you murmured in his ear and he grinned, smoothing out his wild hair and embracing him once more you said, "I love you so much, Carlos".

"I love you too, cariño. I'll be back soon I promise," he gently kissed your forehead before pulling away to make his way to the podium. He shot you a last, adoring look and a wink as he turned around to celebrate, making you laugh.

The Ferrari squad quickly hurried over to the podium and you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning to see Charles le Clerc there.

"Oh hey Charles," you smiled and immediately brought him in a hug. And when he released a long breath you knew the boy needed it. "You were so good, you know? I'm so proud".

"Thank you," he said, accepting the compliment though you knew he was feeling slightly down. "He did well," his eyes shifted to the podium and you copied his actions.

"He did," you smiled. A giddy sensation infecting your entire soul as you watched him stand in the first place and accept his prize, bouncing on your feet in anticipation for him to lift it up.

And lift he did.

A huge roar went through the crowd as Carlos lifted the trophy in the air, a bright, gorgeous smile on his face as he admired the beautiful sea of red. A chuckle leaving his lips as he heard fans yelling 'Smooth Operator' at the top of their voices. His happiness only seemed to increase tenfold when his glistening brown eyes met yours, his heart feeling heavy as he saw the love in them.

He smiled, that damn Carlos Sainz smile and you were a goner. Your insides quite literally skipped a beat as he watched you with such intensity before his attention was diverted. You cheered and clapped as he was showered with champagne, laughing at the drivers all messing with each other.

And that's when there was a vibration in your ear making you confused before realising that you had gotten a call and you couldn't help but groan. Pulling out your phone to check the name you sighed, it was your operation leader and you had to answer.

"Hey Charles," you whispered and he immediately gave you his attention. "I've got a call from work and it's urgent so unfortunately I have to take this. Can you just tell Carlos that I'll be in the driver's room?"

"Yeah 'course I'll do that," he nodded and you thanked him before walking backwards, scanning every inch of your boyfriend's elated face before turning your back on him and running back inside to attend the meeting.

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Carlos Sainz had finished his post-race interview and was tired down to the bone. His suit hung low on his waist as he looked left and right in search of his girl. It had been too long, he had been away for too long and the only person he wanted to see was not visible anywhere.

He walked to his room, wanting to check there before calling and alas, his efforts bore fruit.

"Oh amor," he muttered and rushed across the lengths of the room, wasting no time at all to pull you in a well-deserved hug. "God I missed you," he sighed and tightened his grip, wanting to be impossibly closer to your body.

He was however met with silence making him pull away to look at you with a frown. You just gave him an apologetic smile and waved your phone in front of his face. He saw the name and deflated ever so slightly, trying to be subtle but of course you noticed.

"Just give me some time," you replied, feeling bad as you looked at his form.

Carlos could feel a frown again beginning to show on his face but he shook it off, instead offering you a tight-lipped smile, "It's fine, my love. Your work is important".

"So are you," you murmured without hesitation and gave him a chaste kiss, stroking his cheeks before having to pull away to share your inputs with the team. "Lo siento, corazõn," you mouthed but he just waved it off and urged you to pay attention before heading over to shower.

The small smile that was present on his lips faded away as he stepped inside the bathroom, not wanting to feel down over such a silly issue. You had your own priorities for god's sake, how can he expect you to give him attention 24/7? It was already more than enough when you had travelled in your meagre holiday of 3 days to see the race and he couldn't even let you work.

He groaned internally, having the urge to smack himself for being sulky over such futile matters. You had a job and a very important one too, the protection of Spain, his own country literally rested on your soldiers. You along with your team were the agents responsible in handling matters of utmost importance and urgency.

But it had indeed been too long and he just missed his girl, his other side came floating in. Was he wrong to want your attention after spending weeks apart, both of you being so busy that you barely had time to call each other every night.

Carlos sighed as he changed into comfortable clothes and dried his hair, not wanting his mood to spoil the rest of your evening he put on a natural smile and went looking for you... Only to find you completely engrossed in your laptop. Headphones on with fingers furiously typing as you spoke with the team.

You looked up at the noise of a door shutting and offered him a bright grin, looking at him looking all cozy in a Ferrari hoodie and sweatpants. You pushed aside your documents, placed the laptop on the table and patted the place beside you, internally happy at how excited he seemed.

He didn't waste another second before occupying the space and immediately resting his head on your lap making you chuckle softly, understanding that all he wanted at the moment was your attention and it made you feel bad that you couldn't provide him with every bit of it.

While keeping a keen ear on the ongoing conference, you took a break from typing and carded your fingers through his dark, fluffy hair and he let out a deep breath of relaxation.

"Gracias hermosa," he said softly, eyes twinkling with affection and he raised his arm slightly to caress your cheek, gently pulling you down to finally kiss you properly after so so long.

"Are you here??" A sudden voice blared through your headphones making you jerk away as you addressed your superior.

"Yes, sir. I think I'm in agreement of your decision regarding the operation. We've received enough intel and our sources have also bought the confirmation. So I suggest there shouldn't be any further delays".

As you spoke rapidly, your brain worked to formulate strategies, analysing every bit of data you had received. In doing so your attention had once again drifted away from Carlos and unknown to you, his face turned down.

The universe was really testing his patience today. All he wanted was to spend some quality time with his girlfriend, to kiss her, hug her and just be with her. But he was being denied these simple things.

And as though somebody was really testing him, you took off the headphones, rubbing your ears as they had dug into your head.

"Are you done?" He questioned quietly, voice low so as to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere. His brown eyes were wide as they bore into yours, searching them intently and you were about to reply when your phone rang. Again.

"I-" you wanted to explain as he got up from your lap. The minute he faced you, your heart sank.

"You're busy, amor," he said softly. "It's okay you do your work, I won't disturb you," he offered you a small smile and began walking away and you stood up immediately.

"Carlos-" you began, walking quickly to hold his arm making him turn. "Please I honestly did not think it would be so busy, I just- lo siento-"

"Shush," he cut you off and cupped your face, his kind gaze staring you down but you couldn't brush off the slight loneliness present in them. "I said it's okay, no? It's your job, you have to do it. You finish it off I'll be outside. Nobody to disturb you, hermosa," he laughed, but even a stranger could have picked on the void in it.

Before you could say anything, he pressed a kiss to the hand that was holding his before backing off and exiting the room. In doing so your heart had torn as you watched the door shut, the phone in your hand ringing again.

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After a rather tedious work of another two hours you were at last free. Rubbing your eyes and shutting off the laptop you dug your fingers in your hair, massaging it in the process.

"Carlos," was your immediate thought as soon as you got back to your senses. And you quite literally sprinted out of the room, being greeted by some engineers as you hurried past them, your head moving around searching desperately for the one man who had simply craved you all day.

"He's near the track," Riccardo spoke and you thanked him, quickly rushing over to the racetrack.

Since you had been sprinting, it took you nothing less than two minutes to find him, sitting on one of the raised platforms and staring at the sky. You ran towards him, wanting to fix every mistake you had unintentionally made.

He heard the sound of feet running and looked around, his body language considerably low.

"Hey love," you greeted tentatively, walking closer to him and helping yourself up.

"Hi," he replied back, short and simple.

"Carlos?" You tried, wanting him to look at you and he did, for a fleeting moment before looking up at the stars again. "Hey come on, look at me," you whispered, gently holding his jaw to turn him fully.

But he still wouldn't meet your eyes, a small pout on his lips as he played with his fingers.

"Please mi vida. You're mad at me aren't you?"

"No".

"Yes you are. You're upset".

"It's not your fault," he shook his head and once again turned his body away from yours.

"Why're you upset then, love?"

"I just- I wanted to spend all my time with you today, especially since I won the race. But well you had work. And no I don't blame you, I don't expect you to throw your life away because of me," he murmured and your heart clenched as you took his hand in yours. "But I just.. wanted to be with you".

"I'm so so sorry," you could only apologise as you brought his hands to your lips. "I know what you're feeling and I'm so sorry I couldn't make it better. I got so caught up in everything that-"

"No please don't say that," he cut you off nervously. "I told you it's not your fault. You couldn't help that you were busy".

You nodded not knowing what else to say as you merely looked at him, wanting him to do something, anything.

"Carlos," you whispered and that was all it took for him to throw his arms around your waist and bury his head in the crook of your neck making you stumble backwards. "I'm all yours now".

"You promise?" He muttered, not caring in the slightest of how childish his question sounded. Not giving a single fuck that he was feeling extremely vulnerable.

"I promise, amor," you nodded with a smile and he pulled back, looking at you with the same pout though this time, it was clear that he was pretending and you felt your insides warming up.

"Carloos," you dragged out his name in a teasing manner, poking his cheek and trying to catch his eye. "Carlitos?" That nickname was his soft spot and you knew it all too well. And as expected he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face like a wildfire, igniting yours in the process.

And at long last you grabbed the front of his hoodie to pull him in a much needed kiss. A proper, passionate kiss. And he responded with as much, if not more vigour as he held your waist, anchoring yourself to him. Your arms wound around his neck, bringing him closer as you took the lead before feeling the need for some oxygen.

"Wow," he said, breathless as he glanced at you, cheeks a little flushed.

"You liked that?" You smirked, resting your forehead against his while your hands played with the ends of his hair.

"I loved it," he answered, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. "I missed you so much, cariño".

"I missed you too. You have no idea how difficult it was being home and just watching you through nothing more than a screen," you confessed. "I'm lucky I haven't gone insane from the amount of work we've been doing everyday".

"I'm so proud of you, you know?" He told you gently, eyes sparkling with fondness that he reserved for you and you alone. "You're doing an incredible job, love. I'm so proud".

"Thank you," you smiled at his honesty. "But it can never come near to the amount of pride filling my chest every time I see you buckled up in the car".

He laughed like a teenager drunk on love, red coating his cheeks as he embraced you, resting his cheek on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you. While you chuckled, instantly wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

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Ride

GP Yoo Jimin x F! Reader

Warnings: smut, creampie, racing , and probs other things 🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 6.8k 😟

A/n: A LOT OF PLOT AND A LITTLE SMUT 😭

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The night unveiled the mesmerizing beauty of the city as Karina and I zoomed through its streets. The motorcycle's roar echoed, seemingly announcing our presence to the entire city. Yet, in our youthful spirit, we disregarded it. Karina had injected adventure and excitement into my life, making every moment extraordinary. She's what makes my days and nights awesome, always bringing joy. I gotta thank Aeri for introducing me to Karina, even if we didn't hit it off right away.

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“Wanna come along?” That’s all she said. Life always seems to dangle something new in front of me. Aeri pitched this idea, and I had no clue what was in store. Mysterious. But I trusted her completely; she’d been hustling and making some cash. It was our little secret. A game where the risk just added spice to the thrill. Kind of sketchy but exhilarating, you get me?

“You sure this is the right way?” I asked cautiously. We were heading down these shady, dimly lit stairs where the lights flickered oh-so-slowly."

"Yeah, I know the way. Been here a few times, no sweat!" she assured me, continuing down the steps.

As we got closer to the door, the music’s volume surged. Stepping inside, the booming bass hit us hard. The place was a riot of colorful lights, but there was this pervasive mix of gasoline and weed smell that wasn't too pleasant.

"Is this your usual weekend scene?" I quizzed Aeri.

"No doubt, I do. I'm here to help Karina gear up for her races," she said.

"Are you finally gonna introduce me to this Karina you're always on about?" I inquired.

"Absolutely! I'll take you to her now. Or would you prefer to check out the place first?" she asked.

"Let's take a look around first," I replied.

Aeri gave me the grand tour of this spot. I soaked it all in, kinda interested in this whole new vibe where everything's a bit of a gamble. It's all about the danger and excitement, you know? I find it pretty intriguing. This place, right before the race starts, it's got a vibe. But I did however, noticed how everyone's eyes are on us.

"Hey, what's with all the staring? Starting to weird me out a bit," I mentioned to Aeri, feeling a tad uncomfortable.

"They all know I'm friends with Karina. She's, well, let's just say she's a big deal around here. They call her the 'Queen' of racing," Aeri explained, and it all clicked for me.

"Can we bail, though? Feeling a bit too conspicuous," I suggested.

"Sure thing! Let's get you introduced to Karina; you two will hit it off, I'm sure!" Aeri exclaimed, ready to make the intro.

Aeri dragged me to this garage, all bright and half-open. She went and knocked on it like a maniac. ‘Karina! I'm here! Did you miss me?!’ Aeri shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Aeri! Keep it down! Get in here already,” the girl I figured was Karina snapped.

Aeri nudged me to step in first. I crouched a bit and walked into the garage. The garage was alive with various colored lights, yet one glaring light outshone the rest. Posters and tools adorned the walls, while a car occupied one side and a motorcycle sat on the other. The girl I presumed to be Karina was busy fixing something on the bike.

“Karina! Meet my bestie Y/n! Y/n, meet Karina!” Aeri introduced us, gesturing between us."

"Hey, Karina, nice to meet you. Aeri's told me loads about you, and don't worry, I won't spill anything that might get you thrown in jail," I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.

"Hi," was all she replied before returning to her work on the bike, leaving me feeling a bit like a fool.

Naturally, I felt offended. I wanted to confront her, but I held back. I hardly knew her and picking a fight with Aeri's friend wasn't the right move. It'd make me a lousy friend.

"Don't stress, Y/n. Karina's just... like that. She's very... monotone, but she's cool. Give her some time to warm up to you. Honestly, I didn't spill that I spilled everything about her illegal racing," Aeri explained with an awkward grin on her face.

“ It's fine it didn't bother me," I lied, though it bothered me more than I let on.

"So, Karina, when's your next race?" Aeri asked.

"In about 30 minutes. You heading out or sticking around here in the garage?" Karina inquired.

"Since this is Y/n's first illegal race, I'll probably stick around, cheering you on alongside her," Aeri nudged me while saying that.

"Alright, let's head out. I'm all set," she said, wrapping up the final touches on her bike.

We all made our way out of the garage, heading toward the main event. Karina revved her bike, riding off towards the street where the race would take place. The way people glanced at us left me feeling intimidated. Despite my smile, fear crept in. This was uncharted territory for me.

"Hey, Karina! What's up! Ready to race?! There's a hefty pot riding on you, lots of folks betting," a guy shouted as he approached us.

"Absolutely, BamBam. I'm always geared up to win some cash," Karina replied with a grin.

I never thought this girl smiled, but here she was, flashing a smile in front of me. It was kinda cute.

"Awesome! Just remember to stay safe, can't afford to lose our top racer, aka our 'Queen'," The guy I now know as BamBam added.

"Who's that guy? Her boyfriend?" I asked Aeri in a hushed tone.

Aeri stifled a laugh. "Nah, not her boyfriend. That's her childhood friend. They grew up together, got into street racing, and he's sort of her manager. He always bets on her because he knows she'll win. Also, Karina's gay and has a dick," Aeri explained frankly.

The last sentence caught me off guard and I took a double take at Aeri.

“She has a dick??,” I blurted out in surprise.

"Yeah, she was born with it. Why, wanna hop on it?" Aeri quipped, giving me a smirk.

I was flabbergasted! “What? No way!" I exclaimed.

"Sure, just saying, you're not the only one. Lots of other girls here do too," she casually replied.

"Alright, alright, let's stop talking about her dick," I said, eager to change the subject.

"Stop talking about my what?" Karina chimed in, joining our conversation.

I was horrified. If she overheard our discussion, I'd be mortified.

"Your bike," Aeri quickly interjected, coming to my rescue. "Y/n here was just saying how much she liked it but wanted to stop gushing over your bike."

"Thanks," Karina replied, giving me a stare that made me cough in awkwardness. Why did I suddenly feel so awkward? I needed a shot, maybe ten.

"Anyway, I came to tell you guys that the race is starting soon, so get to your spots. And remember, don't accept drinks from strangers. Have the bartender made you the drink, alright?" Karina instructed us.

Can we grab a drink, Aeri? I seriously need one after that almost-embarrassment," I admitted, fanning myself to emphasize the point.

"Sure thing," Aeri replied, leading me towards the bar.

Once we had our drinks, we headed towards the restricted area where only people acquainted with Karina were allowed. There was a large TV screen displaying Karina, geared up with her helmet on, ready for the race. Her eyes reflected unwavering determination, making me equally certain she'd emerge victorious.

The audio from the scene was clear, capturing a guy beside Karina yelling that she was going to lose. Karina, unfazed, remained focused, displaying even greater determination. A girl emerged onto the street, holding a red flag. Raising her arm, she brought it down swiftly, marking the start of the race.

The race unfolded rapidly. Kai, the guy I just learned the name of, initially took the lead, but as they reached a sharp turn, Karina surged past him. Watching her on the screen, it was evident—she had a natural talent for this. Her movements on the bike were graceful, navigating every turn effortlessly. I finally understood why people bet on her. Yet, watching her gave me a mix of sensations, tingling feelings that I couldn't quite decipher—was it anxiety or something else?

As they approached the finish line, it was a dead heat. Anxiety crept up on me, evident in my shaking leg. I desperately hoped for Karina's victory. Beside me, Aeri seemed absolutely chilled, not a speck of doubt in her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder why she was so composed. "She knows something," I muttered to myself, suspecting that Aeri had an inside track on this.

Right after that thought, Aeri did the exact thing I suspected she knew about. With a simple press of a button, Karina's speed surged, propelling her faster than before, and she breezed across the finish line.

When Karina hit that button, everyone was stunned by the speed she picked up. But as soon as she crossed that finish line, the crowd erupted in cheers. Aeri and I jumped to our feet, cheering, hugging, and bouncing around in joy. Karina had not only won the race but also scored a substantial amount of prize money. BamBam, having won all the bets he placed, was also celebrating his success.

After breaking on her bike and removing her helmet, Karina was engulfed by a swarm of well-wishers. Aeri and I maneuvered through the crowd to reach her. Aeri led the way, offering her congratulations with a pat on the back, while I stood there beaming at her. Our eyes met, and she returned a small grin. For me, that was enough. Her eyes spoke volumes, brimming with excitement and joy.

As things settled, Karina gathered her winnings, and we trailed back to the garage together.

"That was one of your finest races in a while!" Aeri praised.

"Thank you. I really appreciate you guys being there, cheering me on," Karina replied, a grateful expression on her face.

"So, when's the next race?" Aeri inquired.

"In two weeks. I need to get some more parts for my bike, upgrade it, and also visit my mom to give her some money," Karina informed us.

"Speaking of your mom, how's she doing?" Aeri inquired.

"She's still working, despite me telling her to retire. That woman is just too stubborn," Karina replied, shaking her head.

"Just like you," Aeri teased with a smirk.

"Hey! I have my reasons, alright?" Karina retorted with a slight glare.

Before Aeri could reply, her phone rang. 'I'll be right back,' she said before leaving Karina and me alone. 'And now there are two,' I murmured to myself.

"So, Karina, you did an awesome job out there! I was really impressed by how you clutch in the end. I was so anxious the whole time, rooting for you, and I just wanted you to win and I was so worried—" I started to ramble.

"Y/n!" Karina exclaimed, gripping my shoulders and staring at me. "Calm down, you're rambling," she urged, trying to rein in my chatter.

Her sudden touch caught me off guard, bringing an unexpected closeness that felt like we were almost within kissing distance. I shook my head, trying to dispel those thoughts. "Sorry... that happens when I feel awkward or anxious," I explained.

She withdrew her hands and kept staring at me. "It's fine, just take a moment. If you need to ease your anxiety, try dunking your head in ice-cold water. That might help," Karina suggested calmly.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time," I replied.

Karina returned to her bike, resuming work by taking parts off, fetching tools and components from her workbench, and moving back and forth between them. Lost in my thoughts, I scanned the garage, wondering where Aeri had vanished to.

"You know, you can sit, right?" Karina's voice startled me out of my reverie. I glanced at her, finding her staring at me and pointing to the chair nearby.

“Oh right, sorry,”I sheepishly grinned in response, taking the hint and finally sitting down. I couldn't help but keep glancing around the garage, occasionally stealing quick looks at Karina. The silence became unbearable, prompting me to break it.

"Do you need any help?" I offered, hoping to engage in conversation.

"Nope," she replied bluntly.

"Can I help you, though? I can't stand this silence, and I want to do something," I persisted.

"You can sit and be quiet," she repeated, smirking as she glanced up.

I remained silent, pursing my lips and continuing to observe her.

"Please, let me help!" I pleaded, growing desperate to do something.

"Fine, come here," she finally relented. I eagerly approached her, thrilled to lend a hand.

"I'm giving you a very big responsibility, okay? Now, hold the flashlight and don't move," Karina instructed, handing me the flashlight.

I felt disappointed; holding the flashlight was something my dad always made me do, and I often got yelled at for doing it wrong. Nevertheless, I was doing something, and for the next 20 minutes, I held onto it diligently. Finally, Aeri returned from her phone call.

"What the hell?! What took so long?" I exclaimed at her, still clutching the flashlight.

"Y/n, hold the flashlight correctly!" Karina interjected. "Oops, sorry," I apologized and adjusted my grip to hold it correctly.

"Sorry I took so long; it was an important call I can't go into details about right now, but I promise it's nothing bad," Aeri explained.

"Okay, I hope everything's alright," I replied.

"Everything's good. Are you ready to leave? Because I am," Aeri asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I confirmed, turning off the flashlight and handing it back to Karina.

"Alright, let's go. Bye, Karina! See you soon!" Aeri called out as she exited the garage.

"Bye, Karina, till then," I called out. As I began to duck my head under the garage door, I caught her saying goodbye.

"Bye, Y/n," I heard Karina's voice say as she continued tinkering with her bike.

"Alright, let's head back to our dorm. Don't worry, you'll be back; this is just the beginning," Aeri reassured me as we made our way back toward the stairs we came from.

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It's the following day, and a strong urge pulls me to return to the garage. I'm not sure why I feel this way, but the desire is there. After getting ready, I head towards Aeri’s room to check if she's around, but her neatly made bed indicates she's probably left for class.

Deciding to go on my own, I recall the location and remember that Aeri had sent me the address. Gathering my belongings, I leave the room and start walking towards the destination.

I'm in the stairwell, making my way down toward the familiar door Aeri had led me through. As I approach, I notice the music still blaring, but today, the neon blue lights replace yesterday's vibrant colors. I glance around before heading toward Karina’s garage.

Suddenly, a random guy yells, "Hey, Beautiful! Come over here and sit on my lap!" I choose to ignore him and keep walking.

"Come on, I know you heard me! Come here!" he yells out again, this time patting his lap in an insistent and uncomfortable manner.

"No thanks, I'm good," I firmly replied, trying to maintain my course toward Karina’s garage.

But, as expected, the guy persists and ends up blocking my way. I look up at him, my expression blank, while he grins down at me. "Can I help you?" I retort, my arms crossed and an attitude evident in my tone.

"Yea, I asked you to do something but you didn't," the musty guy states.

"Yea, I know," I respond bluntly.

"You know... I don't take no for an answer," he declares, his tone suggesting an intent to push the issue.

"And? I do not care," I reiterated, my arms remaining crossed.

He made a move to reach for my arm, but thankfully, a familiar voice intervened. It was Karina. I felt a surge of relief; I was beginning to get anxious at the thought of him grabbing me.

"Nate, what are you doing?" Karina's voice addressed him directly.

"Karina! Hey! I was just trying to get this beautiful lady to sit on my lap and do other things if you know what I mean," Nate replied with a suggestive wink, trying to play it off.

Karina's expression turned serious. "Actually, she’s with me, and she is off-limits. I do not want you anywhere near her," Karina asserted firmly, setting a clear boundary.

"How come? I'm just having some fun," Nate retorted with a smirk, clearly not taking Karina's instructions seriously.

"I don't care. She’s off-limits. Now leave!" Karina's tone grew firmer, her frustration evident.

"Yea, sure, see you around, beautiful," Nate said, smirking as he began to walk away.

Karina gripped my hand firmly, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you okay? What are you doing here by yourself? Do you realize that if I wasn’t here, things could've gone bad? You can’t be here without me or Aeri, got it?" She guided me towards her garage, still holding my hand.

"I know. I'm sorry. I promise not to come here without you or Aeri," I assured her.

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you here?" She pressed for an explanation.

"I just wanted to continue helping you with your bike. Also, I had no class today, so I decided to come here," I answered honestly.

"You came all this way just to help me with my bike?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, why not?" I replied casually.

Karina chuckled in disbelief. "Okay, fine, you can help. Let's get started," she agreed.

And so, that's what we did. I began coming by every other day or whenever I had free time to assist her in preparing her bike for the upcoming race. Over time, we started enjoying each other's company, engaging in light conversation. However, we hadn't broached certain topics—things I wanted to know, like why she started street racing. I chose to keep those questions to myself, saving them for another day.

One such day, I had no class and was free. I had Karina’s number now, so I texted her beforehand that I was heading to the garage. She mentioned she'd meet me at the door, and true to her word, that's where she was. We walked together towards the garage, and she let me enter first before following. "So, what are we working on today?" I inquired.

"Nothing, because we are finished!" she announced with a grin, a familiar expression that I had come to adore over the past two weeks. That grin, when directed at me, felt unlike any other.

"Really? You finished it?" I asked in amazement.

"No, we finished it," she corrected, her grin turning into a warm smile.

I mirrored her smile. "Does that mean we get to go on a test drive?" I was thrilled at the prospect of riding the bike after investing so much effort into it.

"Of course! Here, let me get you a helmet," she offered, fetching one for me. She returned, placing the helmet on me. The visor was closed, but a simple click opened it, and suddenly, Karina was gazing into my eyes.

"There you are, hi!" she greeted with a grin.

"Hi back," I replied, returning her greeting. She continued to gaze at me for a moment before turning to retrieve her own helmet, securing it in place. Walking over to her bike, she mounted it first, signaling for me to climb on behind her.

Once I was on, I instinctively held onto the sides of the bike, but Karina guided my arms around her stomach, encouraging me to wrap them securely. I held on tightly, feeling the firmness of her toned stomach, grateful that she couldn't see my blushing face.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied, trying to mask any hint of nervousness in my voice.

She ignited the engine, and it roared thunderously, the sound reverberating throughout the garage. As she opened the garage door, the engine revved, and we surged out. The speed we gained made me hold onto Karina even tighter, a sudden fear gripping me.

In my helmet, I heard her voice. "You okay back there?" she inquired.

"Wait, how am I hearing you so clearly?" I asked, puzzled.

"There's Bluetooth connected to the helmets," she explained.

"Ah, that’s nice. And to answer your question, yes, I am okay, just a bit scared at the speed we're going," I confessed.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation.

"Then everything will be okay," she assured me, continuing to ride out of the tunnels and onto the main road.

As we navigated through the city, Karina's voice came through the helmets. "I want to take you somewhere, will you let me?" she asked.

Her proposal made my heart melt; it was a simple yet profound request. "Yes, take me wherever you want to go," I responded.

"Okay, thank you," she replied, steering toward her chosen destination.

We ascended a hill with a breathtaking view of the city, but Karina kept driving until we reached our final stop. She parked the bike, removing the key, and got off first. Extending her hand, she helped me dismount as well. "What is this place?" I inquired, following her closer to the view.

"It's a place where my dad brought my mom to confess his feelings to her. It was his spot, and even before that, it belonged to my grandma. After my dad passed away, my mom brought me here because I couldn't get over his death. She shared all their stories with me, and we laughed and cried together," Karina explained, her voice carrying the weight of memories.

I hung onto her every word. Karina paused for a moment before continuing.

"She also told me to come here whenever I feel stressed out or just need to connect with my dad in a way. So that's what I did. I was here last night, seeking guidance. I asked him if I should go forth with something, and I got the answer I wanted," she said, smiling warmly at me as she spoke.

Karina's revelation left me speechless. I sensed there was more she wanted to express.

"There’s another thing Mom told me about this spot. She said if I wanted to confess my feelings to someone, I should come here. It’s a place special to me, where my dad and grandma did the same in the past," she explained, her gaze fixed on me.

My heart raced at her words. She took hold of my hands. "Y/n, over the last two weeks, my feelings for you have grown. It started when I saw Nate getting too close to you. I realized then that I’d do anything to keep you safe. I've cherished every moment we've spent fixing my bike. I’ve come to realize that I have feelings for you. Please, tell me you feel the same?”

I was taken aback by her confession, my mind racing as I processed her words and the depth of my own feelings.

I was taken aback. Karina's confession of her feelings caught me by surprise, but it filled me with joy to know that the emotions were mutual. With heartfelt honesty, I replied, “Karina... from the moment your smile caught my eye, I felt something special. The time we've shared, every moment, it's made my feelings grow stronger. I do feel the same way. I'm grateful you feel it too.”

As Karina's hand cupped my cheek, her touch was gentle yet filled with longing. Our gazes locked, conveying emotions words couldn't express. I leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth of her hand against my skin. In that silent exchange, the air thickened with anticipation. We moved closer, our bodies drawn together by an invisible force. When our lips finally met, a surge of electricity ran through me, setting my nerves on fire. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness, mirroring the intensity I sensed in Karina. Every heartbeat seemed synchronized, creating an unspoken harmony between us. I withdrew my hand from hers, instinctively wrapping both around her neck, drawing her closer and intensifying the kiss. Simultaneously, her hand moved to the side of my stomach, tracing gentle, reassuring circles. The passionate exchange stirred a whirlwind of emotions between us, each moment pulsating with raw feelings. As the kiss deepened, the need for air became undeniable, forcing us to reluctantly break apart, breathless and exhilarated.

We were both breathing heavily, savoring the lingering sensation of the kiss. I opened my eyes first; Karina's remained closed, a charming smile gracing her face. When her eyes finally met mine, we shared a moment of laughter, both in disbelief and excitement. Karina reached out, taking my hand. "Come on, let's go do something fun," she said, smiling warmly.

I grabbed her hand, and we sprinted back to her bike. She swiftly handed me the helmet, planting one more kiss on my lips before securing the helmet over my head. With her helmet on, she mounted the bike, extending her hand to help me get on. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding on tightly as she revved the engine and guided us to our next stop.

This time, cruising through the city felt different—carefree, even. I felt lighter, more alive, and undeniably happy, all thanks to the girl in front of me. As we reached Imperial, a nightclub, Karina dismounted first and helped me off the bike. She handed the keys to the valet, grasped my hand, and led me confidently toward the entrance. We bypassed any need for IDs as Karina was familiar with the bouncer.

After arriving, we beelined to the bar for drinks. Shots flowed freely, and we lost ourselves in the music, dancing together all night. Carefree and spirited, we moved to the beats, laughing and enjoying the moment. Eventually, we somehow made it back home, and waking up there, I was grateful that we'd safely returned.

I woke up in a room that didn’t seem familiar, but seeing Karina next to me put me at ease. Glancing around, I noticed a picture of her and BamBam on the nightstand. It was Karina's room. I felt a moment of panic, worrying we'd gone too far last night, but a quick check under the blanket revealed I was fully dressed. I sighed in relief and stole a glance at Karina, peacefully asleep beside me. She stirred, and I found myself captivated by her face. She slowly opened her eyes, catching me in the act.

“What a lovely sight to wake up to,” she said, her morning voice soft and gentle.

I grinned and leaned in for a kiss. She reciprocated, but before it could linger, she broke away. “As much as I'd love to, let me brush my teeth first.”

“Karina, it's fine. Come here,” I insisted, trying to pull her back for another kiss. With a laugh, she evaded my grasp and dashed into the bathroom, teasingly repeating, “No, let me brush my teeth!”

I stayed seated on her bed, chuckling at her playful antics, before eventually rising and making my way to the bathroom. While we brushed our teeth, our playful nudges and giggles made it feel like we were back in high school.

Once we finished brushing our teeth, we moved to her kitchen and decided to make some food. Karina prepared some eggs and toast, a simple yet satisfying breakfast.

“Y/n,” Karina said, breaking the calm ambiance of the morning.

“Yeah?” I responded, looking up to meet her gaze.

Her eyes held a mix of adoration and nervousness. “Will you be my girlfriend?” she asked, her voice slightly wavering.

My heart fluttered in excitement. "I would love to be your girlfriend," I replied, rising from my seat to give her a passionate kiss. She returned it with equal fervor.

Breaking the kiss, she took a deep breath. "There's a race tonight. I want you and Aeri to be there, please," she requested.

"Absolutely, count on us!" I assured her.

"Great! You guys are like my good luck charms in a way, so I need you there," she said, gently rubbing my sides.

The tension was palpable as the night settled in. Karina had her eyes set on a significant prize this time. Winter, her competitor, was no ordinary racer, having secured victories at a level matching Karina's own accomplishments. When I inquired if Karina felt nervous about this race, she assured me of her composure, having previously met Winter, who seemed amiable.

As we arrived at the garage, the atmosphere crackled with a blend of excitement and anticipation. Aeri and I joined forces to help Karina ready her bike, meticulously tuning every detail for optimum performance. Meanwhile, Karina engaged in a serious conversation with BamBam, strategizing about bets and fine-tuning her approach for the upcoming race.

"Think Karina's got this one in the bag?" I asked Aeri, passing her a wrench.

"I'm not entirely certain this time. Winter's no joke. She's a fantastic racer, saw her work before, and it's impressive," Aeri replied, adjusting a tool.

“She’s really that good?” I inquired, surprised by Aeri’s statement about Winter.

“She’s just as good as Karina,” Aeri confirmed.

Karina returned after her conversation with BamBam, drawing me in for a quick peck to express gratitude for cleaning her bike. Before I could respond, Aeri interjected playfully, demanding her own acknowledgment for the help she'd provided. Karina indulged her with a forehead kiss, a smirk playing on her lips.

Aeri teased about being the matchmaker, observing Karina and me embracing each other. As the moment of the race arrived, BamBam's booming voice signaled Karina to prepare, redirecting everyone's attention to the impending competition.

“Alright guys, let's go race,” Karina announced, setting the momentum for the upcoming event. As we made our way to the race track, Winter appeared, engrossed in conversation with some acquaintances. Aeri departed momentarily to fetch drinks while I stayed by Karina's side.

Karina sought to park her bike beside Winter’s. “Are you okay waiting here for a bit?” she inquired.

“Yes, I'm good,” I replied as she moved to position her bike. In the meantime, Winter approached me. “Hey, what's your name?” she asked with a smile.

“I'm Y/n, and you’re Winter,” I responded.

“That’s me! So… why is a beautiful girl standing alone by herself?” Winter questioned, her expression playful.

“Oh, just waiting on a friend,” I answered casually, trying to keep things light amidst the anticipation of the race.

“How about this? You and I go somewhere together after the race is done?” Winter proposed, her tone playful.

“Umm-” I hesitated, feeling a rush of panic. Where was Karina when I needed her?

“Oh, come on, I don't bite… unless you want me to?” Winter flirted, her demeanor teasing.

"Karina!" Relief washed over me as she arrived, once again coming to my rescue.

"Karina! This is your girlfriend?" Winter's curiosity was evident in her gaze toward both of us.

"Yes, she is." Karina confirmed, wrapping her arms around me protectively.

Winter eyed Karina's protective gesture and then smirked. "Okay then, your girl is a fine dime. I want to make a bet. If I win, you break up with Y/n, and she comes with me. If I don't, we can act like this conversation never happened," Winter proposed, extending her hand for a handshake.

“Deal,” Karina said, her tone firm, as she shook Winter’s hand.

“Great doing business with you,” Winter said with a smirk, winking at me before strolling toward her bike.

My heart raced with disbelief and hurt. “Karina, seriously? You’re just going to let that happen?” I felt betrayed, hurt that she would entertain such an idea without discussing it with me. I began to turn away, but Karina caught hold of my hand before I could leave.

“Y/n listen to me,” Karina pleaded as she held onto my hand.

I stopped but didn’t turn around. “No way. I can't believe this. You’re willing to throw away our relationship just like that,” I exclaimed, snapping my fingers in frustration. “We haven't even been together for two days, and now you’re betting on me? If you lose, I’m as good as gone,” I said, my anger palpable, trying to control the quiver in my voice.

“I did it to protect you.” Her voice cracked with an unexpected vulnerability.

“Protect me?” I turned to face her, frustration and confusion mixing within me.

“Winter... She’s a ruthless racer, and she’s been known for her tricks off the track. I couldn’t risk anything happening to you. I had to agree, but believe me, I never meant it. You mean more to me than anything else, Y/n. Please, you have to trust me on this.”

Her words struck a chord, but I was still shaken. “How could you make a deal like that without even discussing it with me?”

Karina's expression softened, remorse clear in her eyes. “I know, and I’m sorry. I panicked. Please, I’ll figure out a way. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

I hesitated, the hurt mingling with understanding. “You promise?”

“Absolutely. Trust me, okay?” Karina pleaded, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

I sighed, torn between emotions but wanting to believe her. “Fine.”

She pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank you, Y/n. I promise, I’ll fix this, I’ll win the race for you.”

“I don't want to discuss it further. Let’s just focus on the race. I’ll be there with Aeri cheering you on,” I said, my hurt evident as I gave Karina a peck on the lips before walking over to Aeri, who had our drinks.

“What happened between you and Karina?” she asked, noticing Karina's sad expression.

“She and Winter made a bet about our relationship,” I explained.

“What kind of bet?” she inquired, eyebrows furrowed.

“If Winter wins, Karina and I have to split so I end up with Winter,” I revealed.

“What? Why would she agree to that?” Aeri exclaimed.

“I have no idea, but she’s asking me to trust her,” I replied.

“Okay, then let's try to trust her.”

The race commenced as Aeri and I fixated on the screen, watching Winter and Karina revving their engines atop their bikes. A girl emerged, brandishing a red flag. As she dropped it, signaling the start, the engines roared to life, and the race began.

Initially, it was a tight competition, neck and neck, but Winter skillfully claimed the lead. Her bike navigated every twist and turn effortlessly, gaining ground with ease. Karina trailed closely behind, mirroring Winter's prowess as they maneuvered through the course.

As the race unfolded, it became evident that Winter's racing skills were formidable, just as Aeri and Karina had indicated. The tension mounted within me as I fervently rooted for Karina to win. My feelings for her grew more pronounced with every twist and turn. I didn't want to end up with Winter; it was Karina I truly cared about.

Karina surged ahead at one point, fueling a flicker of hope, but it was short-lived as Winter swiftly overtook her. They were now neck and neck, closing in on the finish line. Karina managed to match Winter's pace, riding side by side. Both racers shared a momentary gaze, a blend of determination and grit in their eyes, each vying for victory.

My heart raced with anxiety as they neared the finish line. Winter had a slight edge, but Karina's resolve was unmistakable. The atmosphere was electric as they crossed the finish line simultaneously, leaving us all in suspense, waiting for the official outcome.

"Did Winter just win?" I asked myself in disbelief, falling to my knees, hurt by the outcome.

"Wait, wait!" The announcer's voice boomed. "Let's have a replay!"

As we watched the replay, it was clear: Karina's wheel crossed the finish line first. "Karina won!" I shouted in jubilation, Aeri joining in.

The crowd erupted into cheers. Karina removed her helmet, smiling. Winter approached her, extending her hand. "Good race, Jimin," she said.

Karina shook her hand, replying, "Good race, Minjeong."

Overwhelmed with emotion, I ran towards Karina, enveloping her in a tight hug. "You won," I said, still in disbelief.

"I told you to trust me," she said softly.

"I'll always trust you," I replied, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

The kiss was interrupted by Aeri's arrival. "AYYY, Karina!! YOU WON!!" she screamed, rushing to hug her. But then, Aeri punched Karina's arm hard.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" Karina exclaimed.

"That was for accepting the bet," Aeri retorted.

Karina sighed. "At least I won, and it's over now."

"Yeah, it's in the past. Let's focus on the present and work towards the future," I chimed in.

Karina went to collect her winnings, and we all headed back to Imperial to celebrate her victory. Imperial was alive with music, and we lost ourselves in the beats, dancing and reveling in the energy of the night. Karina and I moved together on the dance floor, the heat of the room adding to the charged atmosphere. The way she looked at me sent shivers down my spine, her desire unmistakable.

As our bodies moved in sync, the electricity between us intensified. Karina leaned in close, her voice a seductive murmur in my ear. “You look amazing tonight,” she whispered, her hand tracing a tantalizing path across my skin.

Unable to resist any longer, I pulled Karina closer to me, breathlessly murmuring in her ear, “Let's get out of here.” I could see the immediate spark of desire in her eyes as she eagerly took my hand, leading me out of the club. Outside, she hailed a cab, and within 10 minutes, we arrived at her house.

Pressing against her door, our passion intensified. Karina momentarily paused our embrace to unlock the door, and as soon as it swung open, she pushed me inside before closing it firmly behind us. We resumed our fervent kissing as we made our way upstairs to her room.

Karina shoved me onto the bed and removed her bra and shirt. She returned to kissing me, making tracks with her lips as she kissed down my neck. She broke the kiss and gripped the bottom of my dress,asking for permission to take it off. And I let her. I reached back to unhook my bra when she removed my dress. Allowing it to descend before me. After everything was off, she teased my nipples and kissed every part of my body, leaving as many traces as she could.

With my panties still in the way, she began to kiss her way down my body, reaching closer to my heart.

"Please," I whimpered.

Karina pulled down my panties and planted a kiss on top of them. began removing her boxers and pants. "Anything for you baby.” She muttered.

She gently brushed her cock's head on my pussy. “Fuck baby you’re so wet. Who makes you this wet” Karina Moaned.

"You!" I groaned, "Please, Karina, do something.

She began to break my pussy apart with her cock as she pushed it through my hole. She groaned, "Fuck you're so tight," and began to thrust in me. I felt amazing the way Karina was touching all the right places inside me. "Harder," I moaned.

Karina pounding me harder. We both moaned loudly. I was getting close. “Fuck Karina I’m close” I gasp out.

She groaned, continuing to thrust, "Me too."

I groaned, "Fuck Karina, you feel so good," as tears streamed down my cheeks from the pleasure she was giving me.

"Baby, where do you want it? Karina groaned, "Where do you want my cum?"

I moaned out, "Please cum inside."

Karina pushed herself closer to me. She reached down to my clit and gave it a few rapid circular rubs, and that was it for me.

I cried, "Fuck Karina, I'm cumming."

“Cum for me baby” She husked.

I squeezed Karina’s cock while I came hard. Sending her over the edge, she shoot ropes of cum into my pussy painting my walls white. I groaned at the warmth. Karina stood steady inside me for a second before releasing her grip and pulling out. She takes a deep breath and settles down next me, drawing me very close to her chest.

“Sleep now, beautiful. I’ll see you in the morning,” Karina whispered, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.

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“Hey, whatcha thinkin' about?” Karina asked, gazing at me with affection. We had just arrived at our spot. I hugged her tight. “Just thinking about when we first met, that's all,” I replied.

She leaned in for a peck. “Thanks to Aeri, I met the love of my life,” Karina said, smiling.

“Agreed,” I chuckled, drawing her into a kiss.

“I love you, Y/n,” she murmured against my lips.

“I love you too, Jimin.”

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baby i’m yours | remus lupin.

pairing: bassist!remus x fem!reader

warnings: au, fluff fluff fluff, mentions of y/n, short

a/n: just had rockstar remus stuck in my head 😵‍💫 and was really stuck between drummist!remus or bassist!remus but stuck with bassist!remus :p hope yall love this <3 remus art creds to: @/likeafunerall on ig!! love their art sm !!

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you stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as remus and the rest of the marauders took the stage. the dimly lit venue was packed with excited fans, all eagerly awaiting the start of the show. you had seen remus practice countless times in his garage, but seeing him up on stage, under the bright lights, was a whole different experience.

as soon as the music started, you felt your heart swell with pride. remus was an incredible bassist, his fingers flying across the strings with ease. his brown shaggy hair fell messily across his forehead as he bobbed his head to the beat, lost in the music.

but what truly caught your attention was the way his eyes kept flickering in your direction. every time he looked over at you, a wide smile would spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with joy. it was as if he was playing just for you, and the feeling sent a warm wave of happiness through your body.

throughout the set, remus would catch your eye and shoot you a quick wink, making your heart skip a beat. the way he played with such passion and energy made you fall even more in love with him, if that was even possible.

each song that the band played felt like a love letter to you, a secret message hidden in the rhythm and melody. and as the final chords faded away, the crowd erupted into applause, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart.

your face hurt from smiling so much as the band took their final bow and the show ended, you made your way back stage, where remus was now packing up his gear. he turned to you, a radiant smile on his face as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"you were amazing," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"i was playing for you," remus replied softly, his eyes filled with unspoken love. “im glad you were here to see me, us play”

“i wouldn’t miss a single show” you replied, a cheeky smile playing against your lips. as you leaned in to kiss him again, the rest of the band members gathered around, congratulating each other on a successful show. james clapped remus on the back, "brilliant as always, mate."

sirius smirked, "clearly you were playing for someone special tonight." peter chimed in, "yeah, we all saw the way you were looking at y/n."

remus blushed slightly, but his smile never faltered. "well, she has always been my biggest fan."

you chuckled, "your biggest fan and your biggest admirer," you teased, feeling a surge of affection for the talented bassist in front of you.

"i'm a lucky man then," remus replied, pulling you by your waist for another hug. the rest of the band laughed and continued to tease remus about his performance, but he just grinned and held onto you, as if he never wanted to let go.

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i cant read your mind | chapter four

Summary: The journey to Madripoor.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. Captain America: The Winter Soldier. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout. Zemo.

Word Count: 1148

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A/N: If I didn't split this episode up then this chapter would have been too long for my brain to be okay with. The next one is gonna be looooong.

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Strolling down the prison corridors, the sterile white tiles and harsh fluorescent light amplified a feeling of isolation, as well as a headache. “I’m gonna go alone,” Bucky admitted, addressing both you and Sam. Just as Sam questioned his decision, you objected with a firm “No,” as your mind went back to the last time Bucky was alone with Zemo.

“You’re an Avenger. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky continued, answering Sam's question as he shot you a warning glance that silently said, “Don’t push it,”. You didn’t say anything else while he gave Sam more reasons for him to go alone, you let out a sigh as you watched him leave. 

Anxiety began to rise throughout your body as you stood waiting, Sam sensed your apprehension about the return of The Winter Soldier. “He’ll be alright,” he said as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder in reassurance. 

Your hand instinctively reached up to rub your neck as you responded, “I’ll believe it when he comes back and doesn’t attempt to kill me,” your memories flooded with your first encounter with Bucky. “Again.” 

That day on the bridge changed you. Never before had you been on a mission that came so close to disaster. His right hand effortlessly closed around your neck, you tried to fight back with punches, and kicks and even tried reaching for your gun. He maintained a distance that prevented you from gaining any ground. 

Just in the last second, the shield slammed into his back, which forced him to release his grip, sending you tumbling to the ground. 

~

Your eyes sparked with relief at Bucky’s return, and his expression mirrored yours. You suppressed the urge to rush forward and embrace Bucky, absent from The Winter Soldier. As he walked over to you, he instructed you and Sam to follow him. 

Guided by Bucky, you ventured into the dimly lit garage, relying on flashlights and Bucky’s hand to navigate. You reached for it the second you stepped into the darkness and stuck close to him as he and Sam debated the merits and risks of freeing Zemo. The tension in the air kept you silent until Bucky located the light switch. With a sigh of relief, you exhaled deeply. As you relaxed into the newfound brightness, you slipped your hand out of Bucky’s. 

“I didn’t do anything,” Bucky retorted to Sam. Recognizing his tone of voice, betraying his statement, you knew he had indeed done something. Concern gripped you as you wondered what it could be. Your attention was focused on him as he outlined a plan to free Zemo.

Startled by the door slamming shut, you instinctively moved toward the source. To your surprise, it was Zemo. He strolled into the garage as if it was his own. Maybe it was? “What the fuck, Bucky?!” you exclaimed, joining Sam in a heated exchange with Bucky about this turn of events. As Zemo attempted to interject, all three of you shut him down with a simultaneous “No!”. 

“When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You both broke the law, and you stuck your necks out for me.” Bucky shifted his gaze between you and Sam, the weight of the past heavy in your eyes, tears threatening to spill. “I’m asking you to do it again.” he pleaded, his gaze softened as he looked down at you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, affirming your loyalty to Bucky as Sam commanded rules to Zemo before agreeing. 

~

Sitting on a private jet beside Bucky and across from Zemo felt surreal. Their casual conversation with Sam about Marvin Gaye seemed out of place, prompting you to feign sleep, keeping your eyes closed for most of the journey. Your attention snapped back to them when they mentioned Madripoor, the destination you headed to. Intrigue sparked within you as Zemo started the topic of disguises. They have secretly been one of your favorite aspects of being an agent since the beginning. 

“Don’t touch her,” Bucky’s voice growled a warning, causing you to snap out of your feigned sleep. You opened your eyes just in time to see Zemo reaching towards your shoulder. Grateful for Bucky’s protective instinct, you glanced around feeling disoriented. Bucky was almost on his feet, presumably to stop Zemo physically. 

“Apologies,” Zemo directed to Bucky, who seemed to calm down after Zemo retreated. Zemo then brought his attention back to you. “I have picked out a dress for you to wear, Agent, to blend in,” he gestured toward the door of the jet’s toilet.

~

Unzipping the dress bag, you were surprised by the beautiful red material and its intricate details. Who would have thought Zeemo had such good taste? Without any hesitation, you shed your casual yet tactical wear and slid into the dress. You admired how it hugged your body perfectly. Rushing to see the final look, you adorned yourself with the accessories he had chosen as well. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, you revealed your new identity to your team, Bucky, Sam, and Zemo. Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise, Sam whistled appreciatively, and Zemo offered a polite nod of approval.

“Not a chance,” Bucky’s voice cut through the moment, his gaze bore into you as you walked out wearing the red dress, its neckline plunging and the hem barely covering anything below your waist, your back exposed. 

Confusion flickered across your face as you turned to him, he was looking you up and down with only his eyes still seated. “Excuse me?”

His jaw tensed as he continued to assess your appearance, “You’re not wearing that,” he stated firmly.

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “And, since when did you get an opinion?” you shot back, defiance in your voice as you met his gaze. 

The tension on the jet thickened as Bucky maintained his stance. Sam sensed the conflict brewing, he decided to step in and attempt to diffuse the situation. 

“Okay, let’s just take a minute,” He interjected, his voice was calm yet authoritative. “We’ve got more important things to worry about-”

“I’m serious,” Bucky interrupted, insisting you wouldn’t be wearing the dress. “You’ll draw too much attention.”

“This dress will not compromise the mission,” you began, your voice steady. “I’ve been in the ‘arm candy’ role for Steve enough to know what I’m doing.” you noticed the shift in his demeanor as his body tensed at the thought of you and Steve being perceived as intimate.

Sam nodded in agreement with you, “She’s got a point, Bucky,” Sam interjected, affirming your statement. He had witnessed this act on a few occasions now to know you’re right. Bucky hesitated, torn between his protective and possessive instincts over you or respecting the supposed end of your so-called relationship. After a moment of silence, a begrudging “Fine.” cut through the tension.

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DATING VINNIE HACKER

hcs about what i think it’d be like to date vin <3

warnings; slight mentions of sex, boner mention, mention of wanting to have kids, i think that’s all but as always, lmk if i missed anything (:

since vinnie is so well known you two decided to keep your relationship private, but not a secret. fans know he’s no longer single, they just don’t know who he’s dating.

the two of you will post pictures together, but not of faces, just like hands or the back of each others heads , kinda like if you were to soft launch the relationship without actually doing so.

the roommates LOVE you, as you with them. sometimes you love them more than vinnie.

he was so nervous to have you meet his parents and brother, but the minute you stepped in the door you were already engulfed in hugs by all three family members.

when vinnie would skate regularly, he’d take you with to skate with him / teach you how.

sometimes he’ll take you on trips, like if he has events to go to out of the country, he’ll take you with.

since it’s just the two of you in the hotel rooms, you know his horny ass will be fucking you all night.

when you can’t attend the events with him and both of you really miss each other, phone sex is suddenly your guys’ best friend.

sometimes when you’re over at his house and he’s streaming, you’ll accidentally start talking, forgetting that he’s streaming, and the chat will go crazy, asking vinnie who is in his room.

on days where neither of you are busy, the two of you will have a movie day, cuddling each other (hera joins you guys too ofc).

this man has the BIGGEST heart ever, so on holidays such as valentine’s day, he’ll go all out and plan a very cute date for the two of you, giving you the most cute gifts as well.

when you guys go back to seattle together he’ll take you around the city and show you all his favorite places he’d go to when he was in high school.

sometimes you’ll watch him and jett work on the cars in the garage and you can’t help but think of how hot your boyfriend looks while doing so.

vinnie knows you absolutely LOVE his long hair, so when he got it cut a little shorter than usual for the first time while being with you, he was so scared you wouldn’t find him attractive anymore.

“baby, you look so hot.” you’d say to him as you run your hand through his hair. the poor boy blushes so hard his cheeks are bright red.

he also knows how much you love his facial hair, sometimes he’ll shave it just to piss you off.

“vin! why’d you do that, you look so good with it!” you’d whine once you see that it’s no longer there.

when he leaves it for a few days you’ll get so excited, wondering when he’ll shave (you secretly wish it won’t be for awhile).

sometimes you’ll get him all riled up by whispering in his ear while with his friends and say, “better keep that for awhile, i love the way it feels when you’re in between my thighs.”

the poor boy will flush bright red and have to make an excuse to use the bathroom to get rid of his boner.

vinnie is for sure just a bit jealous. when out in public together you guys tend to keep the PDA to a minimum, but when he sees a guy that keeps checking you out, he’ll pull you in by the waist and kiss you, making the guy scoff and walk away.

same with you, you know girls are swooning for the boy, so when you hear a girl try to flirt with him, you’ll wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him.

one day vinnie had walked into his room and saw you cradling hera in your arms, kissing her head and the minute he saw that — instant baby fever.

“let’s make a baby.” he whispered in your ear, you just laughed.

“we’re too young for a baby right now, vin.”

“so you’re saying we can in the future?” his eyes lit up so bright you couldn’t help but smile. you told him maybe.

you would admit that he would make a great dad, he’s already an amazing cat dad to hera.

when your guys’ anniversary comes around he goes all out, getting reservations at your favorite restaurant, taking you out stargazing after, and just putting so much effort into it.

you’ll wear his tshirts so often they basically become yours, but vinnie doesn’t mind, he absolutely loves seeing you in them.

when the newest purgatory drops release, he’s sure to get you free merch for being his girl, and you love him for that.

besides all the sex jokes and him basically having a dirty mind 90% of the time, he’s the most caring and sweet boy ever, you can’t believe you get to call him yours.

he can’t believe he gets to call you his girl either, the two of you are so grateful for each other

first hc post i hope you liked it !! i got a little carried away LOL but as always, requests are open !! <3

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coffee beans

cw: nothing other than language and cheesiness 😭 no fem/masc reader, completely up to you.

desc: barista!ellie hates her job until a cute customer catches her eye and jesse helps her out

a/n: this is my first post, i didn’t lnow wjat to write so i kinda just blurted something out so sorry if this is bad😓 this is extremely cheesy as well, but i like that stuff! i love feedback (not rude) as well <3 also none of the dividers i use are mine, except for the solid colored ones. ill have to find the creator of the really cute ones.. other than that enjoy! <3333 reblogs are welcomed

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working in a busy coffee shop, full of bright colors, with people all around, posing for their hopefully viral posts, wasn’t exactly ellie’s “dream job”. the hordes of people that came in during the winter should be illegal. she’d rather be helping people find vinyl’s they’d been searching the markets for, or maybe starting a band straight out of joel’s garage with her close group of friends.

though, she became accustomed to being here. whatever helped her with the stressful expenses she has to pay as a college student.

she rang up the same order that had gained popularity on some app, which felt like the millionth time today. she lets out a sigh, not even looking up, “your total will be 17.20, cash or card?”

“card, please,” your eager voice responds to an unamused barista. that’s when ellie actually looks up. she scans your features, adorned in a little snow, immediately taken aback. her saying you were gorgeous would be an understatement.

she took in your radiant skin, under the annoying glow of the menus above the prep area behind her. and your eyes. they were so captivating and comforting. the way they were all doe made her heart flutter a little, she swears.

you were a lot different than the other girls that came into the shop, all carbon copies of each other. it made her question reality honestly. however, you were different in every aspect. from your style to your energy, she just had to have you.

“o-of course, just tap it here,” ellie clears her throat and spins the payment machine around, looking up at you. you follow her instructions as you notice her hands. they we’re slender and looked fairly cold but so soft, you thought. her short, messy hair was charming. her style that made her look like someone’s grandpa was also very attractive, for some odd reason you felt like a creep being attracted to a worker, who looks like she very much hates her job as is.

“thank you. your order will be done shortly, pretty,” ellie says flashing you a smile. you blink a couple of times, malfunctioning from a compliment you hear quite often. you smile and nod, feeling your face heat up.

as ellie watches you walk off, she jogs to the kitchen in the back. “jesse?” ellie looks around looking for him. “i’m over here ellie, what’s up?” he looks up at her from a drink he was crafting. “can i take out this order please?” ellie shows him the freshly printed receipt. “less work for me? sure,” he says as he continues to to make one of the orders. “yesss,” ellie grabs your order off of the counter next to jesse and heads out of the kitchen.

now taking a seat at booth far off in the corner, you take off your tote bag and rip off your scarf. you look out of the window next to the comfy booth, in awe of the snow falling so gracefully. your attention was stolen by the outside environment, until you felt the presence of someone walking over. you quickly snap your head to the culprit. that culprit being the barista holding your order.

“it’s finished already?” you say, surprised. “well, you could say that..” ellie hands your order over, that had actually been for someone else who ordered before you. she was just really eager to just talk to you. your eyes lit up excitedly, she found that really cute. you take a sip happily.

“your shirt,” you say looking at her torso, “i love that band so much, even though they are newer. their music is very different,” you say, now looking back up at her. “yea, i totally agree,” ellie awkwardly leans on the booth seat opposite to you. truth is, ellie had no idea who this band was. it was just a random shirt she picked up from walmart, honestly.

“um anyways, i like your outfit. not everyday i see someone as stylish as you,” she motions to your cute leg warmers. “really? thank you,” you sort of giggle as you say that. ellie found that cute too, she was so far in.

what ellie thought was going smoothly and definitely not awkward, was interrupted by her coworker.

“ellie, wrap it up. i can’t be working in the back and working the register,” a man with a wolfy haircut says as he grabs ellie’s shoulder.

“jesse, fuck off. i am clearly preoccupied,” ellie’s demeanor quickly changes as she rolls her eyes, turning to him. jesse grabs his heart, looking offended. he was obviously being sarcastic. “i just blessed you and you’re cursing me out?”

“yo- you didn’t bless me.. i’m helping you”

“want me to help you and speed this up?” jesse pulls out a notepad from his tool pouch, hastily writing something down. you hold back from letting out a boisterous laugh from their interaction.

“jesse, the hell are you writing,” she says through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed. ellie tries to read what he’s written, but jesse is already ripping it out handing you the paper. “jesse, just stop, she’s already paid!” ellie’s eyes widen with anger from annoyance.

“yea i’ve-“ jesse cuts you off, “don’t worry, just read it,” he flashes you a quick smile as he walks back to the counter.

you read the paper as you slowly smile, then you look up at ellie. you hand her the paper. ellies face immediately turns all fifty shades of red. “god, i hate him sometimes. he’s so.. childish,” ellie says as she balls the paper up, looking away to hide her embarrassment.

“don’t worry, i find you cute too,” you say smiling, looking into her beautiful, jade eyes. ellie laughs awkwardly, inhaling while fixing her posture. she takes a seat opposite of you, “so would you like to go somewhere later, like.. i-i don’t know,” she trails off. “just give me your number and we could talk about it later,” you say while looking at her nervous composure.

“cool,” she looks at you as well, finally relaxing for once. she writes down her number on a napkin that was left on the table and hands it to you. “i’ll see you soon then?” you say, watching her stand from the booth.

“definitely,” flashing you a smirk as she jogs back over to the register.

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[oneshotnewbie]

Hello can you make Maddie and Buck's little sister who is a teenager has an accident or is injured and she calls 911 to find her sister who sends the firefighter and her brother and in a panic with Maddie on the phone who is panicking too

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With a choked gasp, you startled and looked around in a halting darkness that human eyes could never adjust to. Cold, rough chunks of concrete that painfully buried you underneath did not let in any light. Not the slightest ray could stray through it.

Orientation in the blackness was almost impossible and the disorientation made you seem even more helpless than you already were. "Hello? Can someone hear me?" Struggling to lend strength to your dusty voice, you tried to straighten your torso, but a searing pain tore through the upper left quadrant of your abdomen prevented you.

The air was damp, musty and cold. Fine particles of the collapsed concrete still trickled onto your tear-streaked face, while your lungs filled with a teaspoon of dust with every breath you took.

You did not know if you were alone when the parking deck collapsed on itself, but the thought that someone else might be trapped in her, or possibly even dead, frightened you. "Please, is someone here?"

The vibrating of your phone pulled you back from your thoughts. Totally forgetting you had it with you and surprised to find it had still a transmission to the outside world, you were grateful.

Silently and cautiously, you pulled out your phone with shaky, wet hands and clung to the piece of plastic, trying to shed some light on your situation. It was only through the brightness of the screen that you had realized, you were in more trouble than you thought you were.

The liquid on your hands was nothing more than dark red blood stretching across your fingers and was trickling down your wrist. Your leg was buried below the knee under a steel beam, which is why you had long lost feeling in it while a small iron rod protruded from your torso and penetrated your lower ribs.

"Crap," you moaned disconcertingly and laid your head back down on the concrete slab that allowed and supported to keep your upper body upright. The chunks of gray stone that had embedded your body, shifted cruelly under your movements, some small pieces trickling down on you from above.

Covering your eyes protectively, you could not feel if new small wounds adorned your skin and you did not dare to move any further to check which put your heart in a more obvious state of panic, but you hardly felt the beating in your chest. It slowed down.

With the last ounce of your strength steadily oozing out with the blood from your wounds, you dialed 911 hoping the network would hold up this conversation. After all, you were buried under debris that could interfere with the signal. "911, what is your emergency?"

"Maddie," you groaned wearily, instantly recognizing your eldest sibling through the cracking line. Her voice was dulled and partially interrupted, yet you felt a deep sense of relief to hear it. You were not alone anymore. "I-I need help"

The brunettes breath caught in her throat as your faint and barely audible voice entered her ears. It had come as quite a shock to Maddie, when she unsuspectingly had you on the helpline and found a chilling story about your well-being. "Y/n, where are you? Are you okay? What happened?"

"T-the parking garage at Cherokee Avenue collapsed," like a second hand, sweat formed on your forehead, although the warmth had long left. Dizziness caught up with you, but with a lot of luck and willpower, you managed to escape it and searched for a spot to focus on in the slightly lit environment. "I am buried under the rubble"

"Oh my god, a-are you hurt?"

"My leg is crushed. A metal rod is sticking out of my stomach, it hurts terribly. I am losing an awful lot of blood," Maddie had to listen helplessly to the spectacle that was taking place in disbelief and bewilderment. Absentmindedly, she fiddled with the keyboard and at the same time played with her private phone to call and inform your brother.

Meanwhile, the air was becoming increasingly scarce. Under no circumstances should you breathe in too deeply, using the precious oxygen sparingly. "I can not breathe," it came hoarsely from your lips as tears streamed unabashedly down your face.

A fit of coughing shook you and an iron taste kindled in your mouth. You could hardly breathe, the oxygen supply was running out and your lungs were heavier by the minutes. Just as quickly, the fear of endless, terrifying darkness and the cold that towered over you.

"I do not want to die, Maddie," you sobbed into the phone, the optimism of getting out of her alive dwindling. Walled under concrete and buried under dust, you knew no way out and fear filled you more with every passing minute. "You will not, sweetheart. Buck is on the way, you just have to hold on. Hold on and listen to me while we wait together for your brother, okay?"

The familiarity of Maddie´s voice allowed you to remain calm, at least on the surface, while your soul rampaged around the stable like a panicked horse. And so you had begun to wait for the approaching help with the fear of death and the agony that awaited you.

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The sun was already beginning to set and the clouds hung gray in the sky as the team around Bobby Nash drove up to the scene. Upon arrival, the remains of various building material and destroyed vehicles were scattered on the crumbling ground.

Cold, dusty air blew in the faces of the team and the feeling that was churning in them as they saw the collapsed building, knowing you were under there, stretched bitterly through their chest. With heavy strides, Evan Buckley ran up to the top of the rubble, his phone clutched tightly to his ear, frantically calling your name while following his sisters panicked statements.

With his right leg, he swept away the small chunks and bits of metal. "Y/n!" his voice sounded rough and scratchy, he could no longer think clearly when uncertainty and sadness overcame him. "Where are you?"

Huffing and distraught, tears welled up in his eyes as he watched his teammates pull some stones from the pile. Evan rushed and jumped down, desperate to get through to you with all of his accumulated power. "Maddie, I can not hear her, is she still there?" with a jerk, he thoughtfully scratched the back of his head while biting his bottom lip hard and tasting the stale taste of blood.

He felt like complete destruction.

"Call is ongoing, but she is not responding to me anymore!" Maddie answered. Hard, he pounded his fist against the stones until his knuckles were severely sore and bleeding, only to repeat the procedure in frustration. Evan Buckley possessed a mental strength that was admired by everyone. But when it came to his little sister, he lost all of the stability and raged through life like a tornado. "Come on, move. We have to get her out of here"

As they spent hours trying to dig their way out to you, you vacillated between consciousness and unconsciousness. The phone meanwhile had slipped out of your hand and was inaccessible, nevertheless your sister was still panicking on the receiver, calling your name several times unsuccessfully.

You had no strength, empty air escaped your mouth instead of simple words.

From afar, you heard murmuring voices gathering around you. They talked frantically and at once a while some of them screamed and interrupted the conversations. Everyone seemed so far away, that you hardly could understood their words. "Y/n, where are you?"

"I am here, please" you whispered in a low voice that was probably barely audible. A violent chill went through you as the voices slowly approached and called out to you. The ground beneath you vibrated, bits and pieces of thick stone clamped above you, whose pillar was preventing it from coming down and crushing you, rained down dust before moments later a faint, dirty light flooded your place through a small crack.

"We found her!"