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other side of the moon: interlude - a tango in barcelona | formula one imagine

interlude: a tango in barcelona

pairing: fem retired formula one driver reader x ??? fem retired formula one driver reader x platonic!kimi antonelli

dancing around her teammate on and off track, y/n looks to boogie her troubles away.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

may 2020, spain.

life at mclaren hadn’t started the way y/n had hoped. the days were long and surprisingly quiet, the latter mostly due to her teammate and his aversion to acknowledging her existence. she was tired already this weekend and they hadn’t even raced yet.

the barcelona heat was making her race suit stick to her already just walking to the grid for the national anthem. “it’s hot as balls” y/n whined as she slipped between max and george while the choir set up ahead of them.

“oh my sweet summer child, we haven’t even gotten to singapore yet,” max said taking off his ice vest and fastening it to y/n.

“ugh don’t remind me,” y/n wiped more sweat off of her brow, “i think singapore might kill me.”

george laughed, moving his umbrella to the left so it covered y/n as well, “singapore is a baptism by fire, but you’ve done well so far this season so i don’t think you’ll have too hard a time.”

y/n smiled up at the taller brit, “thanks georgie, maybe if you’re such an expert in singapore you’ll be able to catch me.” she punctuated it with a wink, george nearly dropping the umbrella in response.

“do you mind? you nearly took my eye out with this thing!” max hissed at george, flicking the umbrella. george lifted the umbrella to get it out of eye range of the dutchman, who in turn saw it as an invitation to seek refuge in the shade.

“no way verstappen, this umbrella is for pretty people only,” george grabbed y/n’s hand and moved them a couple steps away.

“if that was so, only y/n would be allowed under it beanstalk.”

“if my height is the only thing you can think to insult me about, i can live.”

“oh believe me there’s a lot more stored up, i just wouldn’t want to give you any inspiration for when you take out a backmarker and blame everyone but yourself.”

y/n sighed dramatically, “already? i thought you two were going to cool it down this season. i don’t even understand how you have a rivalry, you’re nowhere near him on track george…” george let out a scandalised squeal, “oh my bad george, you know what i meant.”

“i think what y/n means is that she doesn’t rate you ‘mr saturday’”.

as george went to bite back but the loud horns of the national anthem cut their quarrel off early. y/n fought to keep her laugh in throughout the national anthem, seeing george seething in her peripheral vision. he was so easy to rattle it was practically a pastime of half the grid at this point.

before george could get a dig back in, y/n and max were back in deep conversation, discussing their approach to turn two with just minutes until the formation lap. he yearned to be the one that y/n spilled her tips, tricks and secrets to but like most of his life, the dutchman had beaten him to that honour. now he knew how lando felt.

lando, george and alex had bonded long before 2018, but their three-way title fight in formula two brought them closer rather than forcing them apart. george cherished that friendship, he found it invaluable to have two of his closest friends with him as they entered the cutthroat world of formula one - he just wished he could’ve been that person for y/n.

lando didn’t often articulate it well, but george understood his curly-haired friend’s struggles. lando had gushed all off season about having y/n as his teammate, chatting animatedly about potential roadtrips, shared flights and sleepovers before it was all snuffed out in a moment. george always suspected that lando felt more about their friend than he let on (or thought he let on). once he had thought it was a victim of circumstance, teenage boys discovering what these new hormones were doing to their body did tend to fixate on the one girl in their midst. but as they grew up, that puppy love crush didn’t seem to wain, not that anyone else around them seemed to notice.

a single comment from one max verstappen crushed that. a late night discord call between the rookie trio and max had naturally seen the topic of y/n arise. lando, as usual, started to wax lyrical about the season ahead, with his vision for their teammate relationship constructed in his head.

“mate, we’ve already started.”

“huh?” lando’s voice stuttered over the call, he cleared his throat, “what do you mean?”

“y/n and i,” max continued, “we’ve already started doing sim runs together, watching onboards and all that jazz.” the dutchman said it so casually, unaware of lando’s imminent heartbreak - george’s too, he just hid it better.

“but why? i’m going to be her teammate, not you? why would she even use your sim, she’s racing for mclaren next year not red bull.”

not noticing the path they were hurtling down, max dug his foot in, “no offence lando, but if y/n wants my tips, i’m going to give it to her. it’s noble for you to want to look out for her, but realistically what tips could you give her that are better than mine… i am the only one here who has actually won a race.”

alex loudly coughed, stopping max before he could continue. “it’s getting late, maybe we should call it a night?”

“it’s nine o’clock?” max questioned.

“no, i’m tired,” lando let out an undoubtedly fake yawn, “i think it’s time for bed.”

“okay suit yourselves,” max said, going back to his iracing, “lando, don’t take it too personally that she chose me. we’ve been friends for so long, we don’t know anything but each other.”

“i’ve known her just as long as you!”

it was starting to get a little heated and despite alex and george trying to interject, the two kept going.

“you may have known her just as long, but you don’t know her. we’ve been there for each other at our lowest and our highest. it’s not a competition. i honestly hope she comes to you next season, i don’t trust your team as far i can throw them. it will be good to have someone in her corner.”

“oh well if you’re that magnificent then why can’t you be her white knight all the way from red bull, huh?”

“you know what lando, we’ll talk about this again once you’ve shaken off this weird primal urge you have to ‘claim’ her. a piece of advice, she won’t like that.”

“oh you insufferable little shit-”

“goodbye everyone!” alex interjected, kicking max out of the call.

“what the fuck was that lando?”

“you heard him, posterising, peacocking and then having the gall to say that i’m being territorial over y/n.”

george sighed, his affection for the same girl was going to have to be buried even deeper after this. “max wasn’t peacocking about y/n, lando. if anything he was showing off his wins rather than her,” alex tried to reason.

“no! he can’t let us - can’t let me have anything. it’s always been this way and with y/n it’s like he knows deep down that i want her so he has to have her instead. he’s clinging on to her and shoving it in my face - it’s not my fault he has a shit dad and he attached himself to her because she was the only one not afraid of him - so why am i being punished for it?”

lando’s outburst rendered alex and george silent. the older one was horrified to say the least, the season hadn’t even started and lando’s jealousy was already out of hand.

“lando, that was too far…” alex said softly.

“no! he thinks that because he has a shitty sob story that he can just claim her? she’s her own person!”

“right. i’m going to stop you there before you say something that’ll make me hate you for real. you need to get over what ever the fuck this is so you can be a normal fucking human being next season,” alex tried to reason with lando.

“i am in love with her!”

“are you? or are you in love with the thought of what could happen? have you actually stopped and wondered whether y/n likes you or even likes men? for someone so protective over her, you haven’t considered her feelings too much.”

lando has the foresight to look a little guilty. george stayed silent, he knows alex is suspicious of him too, but that can of worms can wait until another day.

“you need to get a life and calm down. max is one of your best friends and i know deep down you didn’t mean a word you said tonight but you need to get a grip before you say any of that in front of him or y/n because i’m sorry but i won’t be stopping them if they try to hit you.”

lando doesn’t say anything, but the guilty look on his face says enough.

“goodnight.”

the call ended there and was never brought up again. george watched y/n waltz back towards the mclaren garage, a big gap between her and lando. there had been no more outbursts since that night but if what george overheard from daniel, lando had still managed to completely screw himself. was george that angry at that news? not really.

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the race was pretty uneventful, barcelona usually was. y/n started in sixth and managed to pip charles to fifth after ferrari screwed up his pitstop once again. despite her deep love for sangria, y/n didn’t really feel like leaving her hotel room after she had scrubbed all of the sweat and grime off in the shower.

she was pleased with her points haul, smiling to herself in debrief as they analysed lando’s first lap incident with pierre gasly that lando just insisted was no fault of his own…

her ring tone invaded her peaceful evening, the name ‘albono’ flashing up on her phone. pressing accept,

“how can i help you on this fine evening, mr albon?”

“well i find myself in this fine dancing establishment, looked around and thought it was crying out for a little y/n y/ln action.”

“dancing you say?”

“i’m 100% serious, sebastian of all people has dragged also to a bar where they’re attempting to teach us the tango…”

“oh i love the tango! it’s my favourite dance on strictly…”

“so what i’m hearing is that i should get a tequila sunrise in preparation for your arrival?”

y/n sighed, “yes you may.”

“score! i’ll send you the address and an uber. see you soon.”

so there goes her quiet night in, but who wouldn’t love the chance to tango with your close friends in under the stars? and she had packed her little red number… maybe the y/n who packed that suitcase all those days knew something current y/n didn’t.

y/n elected to skip most of her makeup routine, her skin sensitive from all the sweat in her balaclava, swiping on some mascara, lip gloss and a healthy dose of blush. like alex said, the uber was waiting for her outside the lobby.

the outside of the bar looked closer to a college dive bar than somewhere you’d expect to find a group of formula one drivers, but she suspects that’s why sebastian chose it.

“buenes noches senorita,” fernando alonso gave her a spin on entry.

“gracias nando,” she curtsied in front of the spaniard, drawing a laugh out of the elder driver, “i am sorry to cut this short, but i am tired and i fear i have already promised my one dance to another.”

“how will i ever recover?”

“i think you’ll find a way old man.”

“you wound me, but alex is waiting for you by the bar.”

y/n made her way through the bar, spotting several drivers caught up in their dancing lessons from the locals. she tapped alex on the shoulder, with the tall driver turning, wielding her tequila sunrise.

“nice of you to turn up at last,” alex teased, handing her the drink.

“i’ll have you know i was snuggled up ready for some netflix action before you called.”

“you came all this way for a dance with little ol’ me?”

“of course, alex. i have missed you.”

“i have missed you too, the red bull stuff is piling up and i have been neglecting my big brother duties, i’m sorry. not that it seems to be effecting your rookie season too much.”

“don’t worry about me alex, i’m proud of you and what you’re doing at red bull, even if they’re being unreasonably hard on you.”

alex led her to the middle of the dance floor and put one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder. they started to move to the music,

“i just miss when it was more laidback. i barely have time to stop between sim sessions and media duties and performance meetings. i miss sitting in your driver room laughing at your instagram private messages and watching stupid adam sandler movies.”

alex spun her and as she came back to him she said, “we can still do that alex! you don’t have to be alone, we can still watch adam sandler movies and ignore calls from helmut.”

alex smiled at her as the music slowed down.

“i wish i was here for you more in your rookie season,” alex laments but y/n interjects, “it’s only the fourth race. you’re focused on you and i wouldn’t want anything else. there’s time for us to find our way back to each other. you're a brother to me, like blood, there’s nothing that can destroy that bond.”

“i’m sorry lando is being a prick.”

“it is what it is.”

“no it’s not. we had each other last year, he should be there for you.”

“it’s whatever, i have max, i have you, i’ll survive.”

the music came to an end. the two embraced but when they broke apart y/n started heading for the exit, picking up max on the way through, the dutchman having already booked them an uber. y/n turned and waved to alex, she meant it when she said it was just one dance. she made a ‘call me sign’ and mouthed ‘adam sandler’ before rushing out of the bar with max.

alex turned and made his way to george who was still nursing his first drink at the bar. george didn’t respond when alex prompted him. the thai man nudged george laughing about how ‘y/n knows how to make a short and sweet appearance’ but still got nothing.

“you’re not seriously angry about a tango are you george?”

“no.”

“you’re a terrible liar,” alex whispered, “not as bad as lando but terrible nonetheless.”

“at least i’m not taking it out on her like lando.”

“no, you just use max as target pratice on your dart board for shits and giggles.”

“whatever.”

“fine, deal with it how you wanna big boy, but if you turn out like lando right now, i’ll be down two best friends and up two murder charges.”

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note: my first interlude! @deviltsunoda and i came up with these ideas so i could write shorter things while i have work and you guys still get fed! so enjoy this lil exploration into y/n and alex's friendship (they are so precious to me!) and why lando is being such an asshole... enjoy! the weekend should bring chapter four.

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hello! i stumbled upon your blog and i must admit i LOVE the bakery theme. can i get a berry trifle and coffee with oscar piastri please? thank you so much!!!

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want to submit your own order! check the original post for all the information & prompts! as for this prompt, i am loving that people are into the whole rivals idea. i love writing rivals for f1, it's like the soap opera aspect of f1. it's very funny.

berry trifle ('wrong, try again') + coffee (rivals) served to you by oscar piastri (formula one!)

cw: smut/pwp, (failed) rivals au, driver!reader, driver!oscar, a dash of breeding kink, unprotected sex, references to masturbation, cowgirl position,

okay, oscar didn't hate you. despite what the press had been alluding to after hungary, oscar didn't hate you. in fact, he had respect for you, you were breaking barriers for women in the field.

but by god, did you light a fire in him.

when he first met you, you were in the semi-baggy driver's clothes. the fabric didn't give you much shape. so oscar just thought you were the cute new driver.

that was until you attended an event for ferrari with leclerc, the dress-code did not include the driver's suit. that was when oscar got a good look at your figure. there was a strength to your form that could clearly be seen by the lack of full sleeves on the dress you wore.

oscar didn't know he was attending the gun show!

but that only made his carnal craving for you grow deeper.

"she's turning a lot of heads." charles remarked before he took a sip of his drink, "i told her that if she really worked on it, she could get some hefty sponsors."

"or a date." lando remarked as the three men watched you talk your way through the room. eventually lando said, "i'd smash." before he downed his drink and got up to get another one.

charles looked to oscar and asked, "what are your thoughts on her, piastri?" he was genuinely curious, oscar was quiet about you.

oscar sighed and made a face, "i want to crush her on the track." he turned to the other man and shrugged, "i don't care if she's a woman, i'm here to win."

-

you beat him in belgium. you also beat norris, leclerc, and verstappen. you held that trophy over your head while the national anthem of your home country played. oscar swore that he saw tears in your eyes.

there was a buzz about you over the course of the summer break. oscar took it as an opportunity to invite you to england. all driver's ran in the same circles and oscar was just extending an offer for you to get out of monaco for a week!

"i promise, it does get sunny... sometimes." he said to you over the phone. he didn't admit but when he heard you beautiful voice on the other end of the line, his hand was already around his cock.

he was in anticipation for your visit and was more than happy to pick you up from the airport. you threw yourself at him and laughed.

"you were right, it is hot!" you were wearing a light sweatshirt, "i honestly thought you were fuckin' with me. you must be cold, mister australia!"

he scratched the back of his neck, and his eyes went wide when you hastily took off the sweatshirt, exposing more of your body to him. he didn't know that ferrari made such tight tank tops.

oscar's plans to really cement you as a rival failed upon impact. he thought this trip was going to be really getting to the core of you and cementing himself as you rival. but, instead you were helping him make breakfast because you 'felt bad' that he was doing 'everything'.

it was two eggs in a pain and couple of sausages.

you lingered around him, he noticed by the second day you smelt like his body wash when you got close enough to him. you were all bright smiles, soft gazes and tight little tops.

oscar ended every night with his cock in his hand, idly masturbating until his legs cramped up. the sick little kink he often let his mind wander about was the breeding kink.

his dream was two seasons with you at mclaren (sorry, lando). you in the bright orange across the paddock. then halfway through the second season, you start feeling unwell. you'd be too stubborn to take a pregnancy test, but with the amount of tests drivers have to take, it wouldn't be long before you were confronted by the fact that oscar got you pregnant! then you start a bright new future as mrs. piastri, and lando can come back (yay, lando!).

that was why his plan to make you his rival failed, because his need to get his cock wet overrode everything else.

it took a week before you two started sleeping together. you could only drink, laugh and play so many video games before you led him back to his bedroom like a siren.

it was met with giggles and bad jokes. hands touching skin and finally the clothes were shed.

oscar liked you on top, as did you. you liked having the control of your movements as your pussy was a vice around his leaky cock. you were on birth control (duh), but the other driver didn't need to know.

he honestly thought he was taking you raw.

"tell me who's going to win it all this year?" you asked as you rolled your hips. his cock was snug in you, you had to admit, the other driver was packing some heat between his legs.

and he wasn't afraid to use it.

oscar rubbed his thumb against your hip and said, "yeah, number eighty-eight for mclaren." he smiled cockily.

"wrong, try again." you said as you laughed and tapped him on the nose, which made him groan. you bent over himself as you rocked your hips and kissed at his face. he looked visibly relaxed.

"oh c'mon!" he laughed as he tried to set the pace himself. but you placed your hands on his chest and anchored yourself. you were not letting him take control.

you leaned in to kiss him again. the air conditioning in the room prevented it from getting too hot. but, oscar could see the slight sheen of sweat on your naked body in the afternoon light.

"you don't think i'll beat you?"

you shook your head and continued to move up and down on his cock. you pushed the hair out of your face, "oh, don't be silly, piastri." you playfully slapped his toned chest, "we all know i'm going to beat you." then flashed your press smile.

words like that made him want to breed you even more. but, he kept those thoughts to himself. he didn't want to risk losing such a sweet pussy in his close proximity.

it'd be hard to win championship when you were carrying the other driver's baby!

you rested up against his chest and rolled your hips. you had taken his cock to the root and it nudged against you with each thrust of your hips. you could feel his balls up against your pussy.

"shit, fuck. you feel so good."

"i bet you say that to all the girls you bring back to this place." you laughed as you really worked at riding him. you panted heavily as you moved against him.

he ran his fingers through your hair, "nah, nah. no girl's as pretty as you." oscar's plan slipped through his fingers, he wanted you more as a wife then a rival.

"well, aren't you sweet, oscar."

the two of you continued to fuck in the afternoon light. the pleasure pumped through your body as you rode him. you knew you weren't going to last long, that was one thing you could admit about oscar.

he was a good fuck.

the bed squeaked a little bit under the both of you. oscar's orgasm hit him hard and he finished inside of you in a huff. his nails dug into your hips as you continued to ride him till you found your completion.

he looked in a bit of a daze as you continued to hump against him. you felt the sweat on your back and oscar's strong chest under your nails, your short nails scratching against the skin.

"shit, oscar." you groaned as you reached your climax.

you were both out of breath. you didn't know what to do after you stopped your movements besides just giving him a firm pat on the chest. you panted, "good. good."

he laughed, "excellent. now c'mere."

you soon laid out on his chest and linked your fingers with his. your legs tangled together as you laid there trying to catch your breath. it was almost intimate.

you kissed at the other's collarbones, "so what do you say, piastri? another round and then we can get some dinner?"

-

that evening you called charles up, you were seated on the balcony of the flat with your legs kicked out on the small table.

"leclerc residence, charles speaking." he yawned on the other end.

you replied, "it's barely eight o'clock. you're getting too old." with a hint of laughter in your voice. in all fairness you were a little tired too.

"glad to see you're alive in england. how's oscar?"

"good, good. our little mission is a success." you beamed on the other end, "oscar will be as docile as your little leo."

charles chuckled on the other end, "if he is, he's going to need more training. i don't get why you didn't start with lando? he was into you too."

"yeah, but oscar's accent got me first." you sighed, "i mean, eventually the two will tear each other apart." you shrugged.

"or tear you apart." charles remarked.

"i'm not too worried there, leclerc. you men are quite funny sometimes. i'll tell you everything when i get back."

your teammate replied, "whatever, just don't come crawling back to me when they both catch on and you've got cum coming out of your ears."

formula one was a man's world, but if you could keep a man like oscar piastri on his knees for you. then maybe you had a chance of winning the championship.

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seasons of you.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff or at least i hope so lmao, not v edited and literally no one is surprised lol i sound like a broken record atp just adding that into every post word count: 0.7k note: inspired by a highly fucked up thing that @matchannie said to me yesterday lmao it has not left my brain since you said it you absolute monster

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minho falls in love with you four times a year.

minho falls in love with you in the spring, over blooming cherry blossoms and vibrant daffodils that greet you on your weekly sunset walk. over the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his own without soft fluffy gloves getting in the way, now that it's finally warm enough to retire that extra layer of protection for the season. over the sun coming out of hibernation and filling your days with golden light, falling upon your face and casting you in a magical hue. over the remnants of winter that still leave behind a palpable chill in the air early in the morning or late in the night, that has you reaching out for the comfort of his warmth. over your delighted smile when he brings home a bouquet of tulips after a long day at work. over your glassy eyes, reddened nose and flushed cheeks as he takes care of you when the seasonal allergies kick in.

minho falls in love with you in the summer, over picnics in the park where you both lay on blue gingham picnic blankets, your head on his chest, as you watch the clouds overhead drift peacefully. over watermelon gelatos passed between teasing lips, the confectionary melting too quickly for your liking under the blazing sunlight. over spontaneous drives to the beach even though neither of you can swim, but you go just for fun, just to build sand sculptures in the shape of your cat babies and stand on the edge of the water to splash at each other. over long naps on the couch on days where you're too lazy to venture into the outside heat, preferring to stay cuddled up together under the air conditioner with niki playing in the background.

minho falls in love with you in fall, over shared slices of pumpkin pie as you watch the leaves turn yellow and red right outside your window. over the adorable way you hide your face behind your hands on nights where he puts on a horror movie because he insists on honoring the halloween spirit. over your off-key rendition of taylor swift's all too well (the 10-minute version) for most of the season because you adamantly claim that it's autumn's official anthem. over weekends spent attached at the hip, baking sugar cookies for hours on end. over your crestfallen pout as you take note of how the days keep getting shorter and shorter, already missing warm sunny weeks with all your heart.

minho falls in love with you in winter, over matching scarves and beanies, even though he often has to carry them for you because you have a bad habit of forgetting them before you go out. over the first snow of the season because they say that if you witness the first snowfall with the person you love, then you will stay together for a long, long time. over sweet cuddles in bed as a bad christmas movie plays on tv, and you fall asleep on his shoulder about half an hour into the movie despite being the one to select the movie in the first place. over your return from a shopping spree with your girlfriends with nothing for yourself but everything for soondoongdori, from christmas themed clothes to treats and toys.

but then again, maybe it's not entirely accurate to say that minho falls in love you merely four times a year. if he wants to be precise, then he would say that he falls for you anew every morning he wakes up and sees you asleep in his arms like a delicate miracle granted by a star he once used to wish upon. if he wants to get technical, then he falls in love with you with every smile that you send his way, which is a terribly sappy thing for him to admit but it doesn't make the statement any less true.

minho loves you every day of every week, of every month, of every year. he's loved you before he even met you, when you were just a romanticized idea in his head and hadn't yet walked into his life like the angel he was always meant to find. he loves you every minute of every hour; there isn't a second where you're not on his mind, not a single beat of his heart that doesn't spell out your name. he loves you throughout the seasons and a million times in between.

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I Baby, I'm Your National Anthem I 2003!DBF!Joel Miller I

Summary: You are back from college for the summer and your family happens to throw the annual Fourth of July Barbecue for your street. Your next-door neighbor and dad's best friend Joel Miller is invited—and you decide to wear a bold outfit. It definitely catches his attention.

Pairing: 2003!DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 3.3k Tags: Explicit, Smut, Age Difference, Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak, Fourth of July, DBF!Joel, Fingering, P in V Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Pool Sex, Unsafe Sex, Dirty Talk, Biting, Teasing, Making Out, Outdoor Sex, Alcohol (like two beers)

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notes: i saw one (1) tiktok with this fucking glorious fourth of july outfit and somehow this happened. consider this fanfic to be my application to be invited to your 4th of july party next year (yes, you specifically). enjoy the filth <3 (also highly recommend listening to national anthem by lana while reading!)

The sound of the sprinklers rotating on the lawn in front of your window and the slamming of a truck door alerted you that your father was back with the last minute groceries. You quickly got up, heading out to the driveway to help carry the brown bags.

“Take those first, it’s ice cream for the kids. Don’t want it melting,” he advised as he busied himself with grabbing the cooler off the truck bed, disappearing towards the garden, the fence running along it already decorated with red, white and blue, matching the tablecloths and flags hung from the large tree in your backyard to the porch.

You had just got back from college for the summer and had been more than ready to enjoy your time off as you usually did, by lounging in the sun behind your house or going for a swim in the neighbor’s pool. The honeymoon phase of holidays, before they turned into the unavoidable boredom that followed once all reunions had been completed and, at the same time, reminded you precisely why you’d gotten out of the small neighborhood in Austin at your first chance.

The bag you’d brought home was still on the floor in your room, barely half unpacked. Sitting on top of it was the outfit you had picked out weeks ago—at the precise moment your father had called to let you know it was your family's turn to host your street's traditional barbecue on the Fourth of July.

A blue and white checkered bikini, the bottoms made of much less fabric than you’d ever seen sold in Austin. A pair of shorts that seemed barely bigger, cut low enough to give a peak of the set below—and a crop top, the words ‘Miss America’ splayed across your chest in curved, red letters, complete with two red bows attached to the straps. You were certain that, if your father still had a say in your clothing choices, this would not go—and that was precisely why it was perfect. If your father hated it, so would his best friend.

Joel Miller had been little more than your kind next-door neighbor for years—until you’d come back from college for your first break. Suddenly, you questioned how for years you’d been able to miss the way his shirt strained over his broad shoulders or the small grunts that left him when he was tinkering with his truck in the driveway.

You ignored your father’s muttered comments about your outfit as you returned to the kitchen a few minutes later and busied yourself with the last few preparations.

“It’s what all the girls at college wear.” He shook his head but stayed quiet.

Joel and Sarah arrived a little later than the other guests, greeting your father as they stepped into the backyard and you caught something about a mess-up at the construction site as the two men embraced. You turned your attention towards Sarah, who excitedly asked your opinion about her new sneakers and didn’t run off to join the other kids playing football at the far end of the backyard until you reassured her that they were indeed very cool, throwing in a comment about how you’d seen someone at University wear them—making her positively beam.

You turned towards the house just in time to see Joel’s eyes land on you. Oh boy.

His gaze trailed down your body, tracing your curves, no doubt taking in the shape of your body. It took him a few moments to snap out of it, shifting as his gaze returned to your face before he hesitantly crossed the space between you. The polite, strained expression on his face told you exactly how hard he was trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

“Back from college then?” he asked, clearly keeping the conversation light. Though you did like to think, unlike many others, that he actually wanted to know. That he cared.

“For the summer,” you responded, smiling up at him innocently, still aware of his eyes on you.

“How d’you like it?” Joel placed a hand on his hip, looking at you expectantly.

“It's good. A little exhausting sometimes. Lots of studying.” You grinned as you saw him raise a brow.

“Studying, eh?” There was something twinkling in his eyes, a certain sense of mischief you hadn't seen in him before. “That what all the kids do up there these days?”

“That and a few parties,” you admitted with a small smirk. “You know, finding the balance of life. But college boys are—”

Both your heads flew around as you heard your dad call your name and for a second, your heart felt like it stopped. You'd wanted to tease Joel by talking about college boys, not reveal your love life to your father. But clearly, he hadn't heard. “Get Joel a beer, will you?”

Joel opened his mouth—but then he shook his head. His voice sounded strained as he spoke. “Beer sounds good.”

You led him towards the cooler, reaching down to grab two bottles, handing one to him. A bemused smile played around his lips as he nodded towards the bottle still clutched in your hand. “Your old man letting you sneak beers?”

“He doesn't have to,” you said with a satisfied smirk, grabbing the bottle opener and handing it to him. “Turned twenty-one this spring.”

You could see Joel's hand shaking slightly as he opened his beer before motioning for you to give him yours and doing the same for you. “Quite the gentleman,” you mumbled, taking in the way his green flannel sat a bit too tight around his broad chest.

“You don't know half of it.”

During the afternoon, the light blue sky seemed to be celebrating the holiday as much as the people below it. The barbecue was fired up by your father, the other fathers gathering around as he explained the new, improved features, making you roll your eyes. You drifted back and forth between the adults and the children, joining the latter for a few rounds of football until the sun began to set.

Joel kept his distance and, with a slightly heavy heart, you followed his lead. He was rather quiet but still, you could see his eyes flying towards you occasionally. You began to wonder if you had miscalculated.

When the salad bowl ran low for the second time, you volunteered yourself to head inside to refill it. You had barely placed it on the kitchen counter when you felt him standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the dark wood. His eyes trailed down your form more slowly than before, leaving no doubt in your mind that the outfit had fulfilled its purpose of getting his attention.

“Quite a party.” His gaze was still not meeting yours, lingering on your chest.

“Wait until they bring out the fireworks. My dad bought enough to light up the whole street.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

Joel shook his head, a tiny smile forming on his face as he stepped forward. “Ain’t what I meant.” His hand brushed over your thigh and you sent an anxious glimpse out the window, making sure that you weren't in anyone's line of sight.

“It's a pretty bikini,” Joel mumbled, lowering his voice. His thumb was brushing over the checkered fabric where it peeked out from under your shorts. “Shame you aren't taking a swim in it.”

An involuntary breath left your throat as you felt his free hand coming up to your face, nudging your chin up slightly. You couldn't remember ever being so close to him, your brain going into overdrive as it tried to figure out which part of his face to commit to memory first. Desire burned in your core brighter than ever and between that and the beer possibly clouding your judgment, you bit your lip, sending the man in front of you a shy smile and yet abandoning all care. You'd be back to college in a few weeks. If this went wrong, you'd never have to speak to him again.

“Is that an offer?”

“Damn sure is, darling,” Joel mused, his hand squeezing your hip and you let out a small breath of relief.

You thanked all your lucky stars for the architect who had built your house some 50 years ago—and had clearly taken into account that you would one day need to sneak out the back door with your dads best friend—preferably without being seen. It faced towards the high fence that separated your yard from the Miller’s, making it feel almost too easy for the two of you to sneak off.

You hadn’t even reached the pool when you dropped your shirt and pants to the floor, making Joel whistle lowly behind you. “I was right. It is a fucking pretty bikini.” You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, his eyes still raking over your body as his clothes joined yours on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.

You’d seen him shirtless a few times. When you'd brought over something you had borrowed and he was in the pool or the one time you'd been over to help Sarah with some homework and he'd just gotten out of the shower, a beige towel wrapped around his waist. You’d felt like some fucking creep when you had recalled the sight of his naked chest, and the trail of hair leading further down, at night and slipped a hand between your own thighs, thinking that you stood no chance with the man who was frequently whispered about by the single ladies of the neighbourhood, despite rarely showing interest in them.

You lowered yourself into the water and felt it ripple around you as Joel followed. The next moment, he was beside you, pushing you towards the other edge of the pool, strong arms caging you in on either side. You could still hear the party going on behind the fence, voices and music, the smell of barbecue drifting through the air. And a few lights—tiny holes in the fence allowing them to travel through, the warm glow reflecting on the surface of the pool.

Joel growled as he nipped at your skin, hard enough that you already knew it'd leave marks. Good.

“Can't let you go back to college without something to remind you of me,” he muttered and you sucked in a breath in response, the words going straight to your core. His teeth scraped over the notch between your collarbones and you felt a moan begin to travel up your throat. Before it could escape however, Joel's hand clasped firmly over your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose as your eyes widened slightly.

“Don't want your dad hearing us, do you?” Joel muttered and indeed you could hear the voice of your father booming through the night air as he delivered some punchline to a no doubt stupid joke. You shook your head softly and that seemed to satisfy Joel because the next moment, his hand left your mouth and began to slide down your body, trailing over it the same way his eyes had earlier tonight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his index finger circle drawing shapes on your hip before slipping under your bikini, brushing past your clit and settling between your folds.

“Hard to tell in here but feels like you’re wet for me,” Joel muttered with a grin and you bit your lip, voice hoarse as you tried to keep quiet.

“Took you long enough to notice,” you teased—and the reaction was immediate. He pushed you further against the side of the pool, trapping you with his broad body.

“Watch it.” His index finger moved upwards—and the next moment, your walls were clenching around it, already begging for more. You felt a second finger drawing large circles around your clit again—when a noise on the other side of the fence made both of you pause, heads swiveling around just in time to see a football land on the lawn.

He cursed under his breath, pushing himself off you and dragging you to the end of the pool least visibly from the house. The deck was raised high enough above the water that if you squeezed yourself against the wall, you just may not be seen—especially in the dark. Once he had pushed you into the corner, he was about to follow when your eyes widened. “Joel, the clothes,” you whispered in a panicked voice.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and crossed the pool in a few strokes, climbing back onto the porch. You watched, holding your breath, as he looked around, finally locating two towels and throwing one over the mixed pile of clothes and wrapping the other around his waist. No second too late, because the next moment one of the men who had marveled at your dads new barbecue earlier strode over the lawn. “Miller, hey! What’re you doing out here?”

Even in the water, you felt your knees go weak. Joel was dripping wet, his cheeks flushed—your only hope was that the other man was either too drunk or too stupid to realize what was happening.

“Heard something thud against the wall.” You heard Joel respond. “Was just taking a shower, Tony spilled his beer all over my shirt earlier.”

The other man let out a small laugh. “Yeah, he’s wasted.” You couldn't see him from where you were standing but you heard him pick up the ball as an idea popped into your head. You shifted slightly, knowing your movement would be visible to Joel, who was still in your sight—and after a moment, you held up your bikini bottoms, smiling innocently. Joel's eyes flickered towards you for a split second—and even in the dark you could see his body tense, adjusting the towel around his waist as the veins on his neck bulged with restraint.

Footsteps told you the other man was leaving, until they paused again. His voice rang through the yard once more. To your horror, it was your name that filled the air. “Do you know where she went? Her father was looking for her I think.”

Joel's face twitched before he forced himself to smile. “No clue. Maybe calling a secret college boyfriend.”

He waited until the man's laughter had drifted away and joined with the noises of the party again before he dropped the towel, his cock straining at the fabric of his boxers.

As soon as he was back in the pool, he was upon you, cowering over you with a hard expression on his face, snatching the small piece of fabric from your hand. “Think it’s fucking funny?” He muttered, his eyes flying over your face. 

The alcohol was definitely having an effect on you because you grinned, nodding weakly. “A little bit.”

Joel actually fucking growled at that.

He made short work of your bikini top, yanking it off to gather your breasts in his large hands, squeezing slightly. “That fucking mouth of yours, darling.”

“Should shut me up,” you muttered back and his eyes briefly searched yours before his mouth was on yours. Neither of you were gentle, much too impatient for soft kisses. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his teeth grazed over your lip and you could feel the vibrations of his groans traveling right from his throat into yours.

When he broke the kiss, you whined in protest, wrapping your own arms around him to pull him closer, making him groan as his still covered cock brushed against your stomach. “Goddamn, baby, you gonna let me fuck you?”

Joel didn't even flinch when you softly bit down on his earlobe. “Like you have to ask, Miller.”

His last name seemed to do as much to him as it did to you because his hands briefly left your sides to yank his boxers down, throwing them carelessly onto the lawn behind you. “Get your ass up here,” he commanded as he hoisted you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his cock nudge at your entrance.

Joel swallowed and you could see him struggling to restrain himself. “Do you want me to go and get-”

“Got it covered,” you said impatiently before he could even finish the sentence.

“You sure?” He asked again and you nodded impatiently. And then he was finally pushing his hips upwards, his cockhead parting your lips, requesting entrance. You let your body fall into his rhythm, sinking down on him, forcing a whimper from your throat.

You barely heard the shuffling behind the fence and the voices getting more muted as the party seemed to be moved towards the street, further away from you.

“It ain’t your first time, is it, sweetheart?” Joel suddenly piped up, watching your expression carefully and you could distinctly hear the note of concern in his voice. But you shook your head.

“Told you,” you breathed out. “College boys.”

“This gonna be better than any damn college boy,” Joel mumbled, a grunt leaving his throat as he began to thrust up into you properly, driving any worry out of your mind.

“You knew what you were doing to me tonight?” He muttered, causing you to shake your head despite the fact that you knew exactly, even planned, to do it to him. You wanted to give a snarky response, something smart, but you could barely think straight with his cock nestled so deep inside of you.

“Made me hard all throughout dinner, thinking about all the things i could do with you,” Joel answered his own question before changing his angle slightly, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Fuck, doing so good for me, darling.”

“Joel—” you choked out, feeling the orgasm that had been lingering for what felt like forever now approaching rapidly. “Want you to come inside, please—”

His eyes darkened as he nodded. And then, suddenly a sparkling light reflected in his eyes—followed by a loud bang far above you. The fireworks had started.

It only took a few more thrusts and Joel's finger returning to your clit to send you rushing towards your orgasm, your fingernails scratching over his back so hard that you were certain you were not going to be the only one with something to remember tomorrow.

“Come on,” Joel edged you on. “Show me how pretty you look coming on my cock, baby.”

And you did, groaning as your body tensed, the feeling inside your stomach so similar to the exploding fireworks above, with Joel following suit, obeying your wish and spilling himself deep inside of you as you clung on to him, so content to finally, finally carry him so deep inside, the thought traveling right to your core again as he gathered you in his arms, both of you tilting your heads back enough to watch the sky above sparkle in different colors.

“Happy fourth, Joel.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Happy fucking fourth, darling.”

He gathered the clothes in his arms, whispering promises and praise as he led you up the stairs to his bathroom, having insisted to at least get you clean before letting you sneak back home. His hands brushed over your naked skin, causing you to raise a brow. “I thought we were gonna take a shower?” “Oh, I'm not nearly done with you,” Joel muttered in your ear, causing you to smirk. You reached for your clothes but Joel only gave a small tut. “You’ll get them back. Just not—” He raised the checkered bikini bottom. “This. I’m keeping that.”

thank you for reading! every time you leave a comment, a firework explodes over joel miller fucking in a pool btw :)

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NATIONAL ANTHEM ━ CH. 01

Pairing — BF!Rafe x younger!kook!Fem reader

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you were sitting on the terrace at his house, your legs crossed over the wooden chair that had always been there, like part of the scenery of your childhood. The ocean breeze caressed your skin, and the setting sun painted the sky with warm hues that reflected on the water. This were your corner of the house, the spot I’d claimed as yours, where you spent every summer afternoon soaking up the sun, snacking, or simply hanging out with friends.

you loved being there, feeling the warmth of the sun heating your body, sometimes accompanied by a gentle summer breeze, just like now. you were absentmindedly playing with the delicate necklace Rafe had given you a few weeks ago. Since the day he clasped it around your neck, you hadn’t taken it off. It felt like a treasure, a constant reminder of how lucky you were to have him in your life.

To you, Rafe wasn’t just your boyfriend; he was your friend, your first love—the one I had fallen for when I was just a kid— your everything. He had this way of looking at you that made the rest of the world fade away, as if you were the only person that mattered. He always knew how to make you feel special.

You closed your eyes, letting the sound of the waves fill your thoughts. Sarah and you had spent the afternoon together, laughing like we always did, swimming in the pool and gossping about people in the island. Oliver had been busy all day, wrapped up in his own responsibilities. He’d been distant this year, his first at university, and now he was determined to put everything he’d learned into practice working with Dad. Still, at the end of the afternoon, he crossed the yard to greet you with a smile, taking a brief break from his tasks before diving back in.

Suddenly, you heard the familiar crunch of footsteps on gravel. opening your eyes for look who was coming, and there he was, Rafe. His white shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his hair tousled by the wind, and he wore that smile that always took my breath away.

“Can I join you?” he asked, climbing the steps as if he needed permission to be near you.

"You always can, don’t need to ask" you replied, watching him approach and waiting for his kiss.

Rafe took a seat next to you, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body. His eyes landed on the necklace you were still holding between your fingers. He gently took it, his large, rough hands brushing against yours, and smiled.

“Looks like you liked the gift”

“I loved it” answered, completely mesmerized by his face, taking in every little detail.

“What were you thinking about? you looked lost in your thoughts” he asked with a mix of curiosity and caution.

You hesitated for a moment, already knowing where this would go. “Sarah wants us to go to the beach party tonight. I thought it might be fun.”

Rafe’s expression tensed slightly. “What party?"

“You know, the one everyone goes to, the tourists, the Pogues…”

“That’s exactly why I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he said, letting go of the necklace and leaning back in his chair. There was a firmness in his tone that you knew all too well.

“It’s just a party, Rafe,” you said softly, leaning toward him. “We’ll go together, Topper will be with us. Nothing will happen.”

He sighed, looking at you with that mix of worry and something you couldn’t quite decipher, but that always unraveled you. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, y/n. I don’t trust them, you know how I feel about this.”

You leaned closer, gently touching his shoulder. “Rafe, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve gone to a party with Sarah.”

Rafe looked at you for a long moment before nodding with a resigned sigh. “Alright, but promise me you won’t do anything stupid, and if someone steps out of line, you’ll call me.”

You smiled at him, relieved by his answer “I promise. I’ll make it up to you, my love.”

A small smile spread across his lips, erasing any trace of worry in his eyes and revealing a hint of playfulness and complicity. He leaned closer, so much that their noses brushed, teasingly seeking your lips with an intention that was far from innocent.

“Well, if you promise to behave... I might let you enjoy the party a little” he said, his words dripping with a mix of humor and tenderness.

You ooked at him with a mischievous smile. “I always behave.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look. “Do you really? Always?” he asked, leaning in slightly, his tone laced with humor. “Because if I recall correctly, the last time you ‘behaved’ didn’t exactly end as you expected…”

Stared at him, the memory of that moment flashing between you two. I could feel the heat creeping into my face, but you tried to keep your composure.

“That was… an exception,” answered with your voice slightly lower, nervous yet amused.

Rafe let out a small laugh, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. He knew exactly how to get you and loved to play with the feelings. Leaning in, as if sharing a secret just between you two, he whispered softly, his breath brushing against your skin.

“An exception I wouldn’t mind repeat anytime” he said.

you chuckled softly, feeling the warmth in your cheeks intensify, but didn't look away from his gaze. You had already gotten used to those jokes between you. It was something you’d come to love—a constant game of teasing and passion that always managed to consume you entirely.

“Leave me alone, Cameron” teased him, enjoying the spark that lit up his eyes.

Rafe chuckled under his breath, planting a quick kiss on your lips before standing up. “I’ll hold you to that, but remember, my love… if I don’t like something, you will have no escape from me"

You watched him as he walked away, feeling your heart race. He always had this way of making you feel like you were playing with fire, and maybe that’s why you could never resist his charm.

He drove you absolutely crazy.

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What Was I Made For?

02: Lose Control

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Warnings: alcohol, Charles being an asshole

a/n: Hello hello!! Second chapter! And things will get even more and more exciting!

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I never liked the taste of the champagne. It was bitter and the bubbles of it always annoyed me whenever I tried to take a sip of it, making me hold the same glass the entire night whenever I went to a gala.

But now? Now the champagne tastes like glory, like a drink made by the gods to reward their champions.

And that's what I am. A champion.

The first step of the podium gave me the best view I could ever ask for: a gigantic Ferrari flag, tons and tons of people dressed in red with flags in their hands, and a red fog that ascended up to the sky, painting the clouds by the crimson red.

The anthem, played for the second time today, sounded louder than before, with all the Tifosi screaming it with the top of their lungs, watching how I stood in the highest step while I looked up at the sky with a proud smile on my lips.

He's looking at me from above, he was the one that helped me. 

Jules.

I looked down at the crowd. My family was there. My sisters hugged each other, jumping excitedly like when we were kids while they sang the anthem. My parents stood next to them, and next to my family was Charles' family, looking at me too with a proud smile.

This is my day and nothing will ruin it. Nothing and no one.

I hugged the trophy close to me, walking out of the podium and not letting it go until I got inside of my room. My safe place.

I knew I made mistakes. I knew I argued with my engineer more than I should, that I held that position for the entire race until I found a chance of taking the lead. I defended and fought like a lioness, and that's why I deserve the trophy and the glory.

My glory.

I sat on the bed, scanning with my eyes that heavy piece of metal with a bug number 1 on it and the Ferrari champagne bottle, already planning where I should put them in my apartment. Somewhere everyone that walked in could see it, showing them that I'm a race winner too, that women can win in a category dominated by men.

I felt the anxious buzzing in my mind of what I will be doing for the next few days: interviews, social events, meetings with sponsors.

But it's worth it, because for once, I want to go to those things. For once I want to choose a dress that I'll have to wear for hours while I stand surrounded by high society people that smell like expensive perfume and eat caviar as an entree to their meals. I want to read little cards to remember possible questions to the interviews for the TV. I want to go to show the world what I did.

Because I deserve it. I deserve it. I deserve it. I deserve it.

“Here is our winner!”

I looked at the door, watching my parents and sisters walking inside of the small room and somehow fitting in it.

My dad, a man with thick beard and brown hair, was wearing a cap of my collection, and my mom, a woman that was the older version of Soleil, with dark blonde hair and bright eyes, was wearing a red summer dress. Every race they assist, they wear red, all my family dress with my colors.

“How are you feeling?” my mom asked, sitting next to be in the bed and wrapping her arm around my shoulders, kissing my temple.

“Mom, I'm soaked in sweat and champagne!” I gasped when I felt her body pressed against mine. 

“The smell of a champion” she chuckled.

I laugh softly, watching how my dad grabbed the trophy and held it, taking pictures of himself with it and then with my sisters.

“Well… We will have dinner” my dad said, looking at me. “With the the Leclerc’s”

“What? Why with them!” I frowned.

“Because they are our friends” he frowned. “When will be the time that you two stop acting like kids? It has been twenty years already! Are you tired of this rivalry?”

“Dad…”

“No, Dafne” he said, pointing at me with his finger. “Stop this now. Can't you see that it's not funny anymore? Act like adults, now you two are teammates, and I heard that the team already gave you a warning”

I clenched my jaw, looking at him and then at my sisters. When the team gave us that warming the only ones that knew were them, and I asked them to not tell anything to my parents.

“I'm sorry but he's right” Soleil sighed, looking away. “It's only you two… We get along with Charles, you are the only one that can't stand him. Why?”

I took a deep breath and looked away, avoiding their gazes.

They wouldn't understand. Why would they? They don't know what happened. And they won't know. 

“Whatever, I have to go to the press” I said, grabbing the Ferrari cap. “It will take me a while, I'll see you at the restaurant. The same one as always?”

“Yeah” my dad sighed, watching me get up and walk out of the room, leaving them there.

No one will ruin my day.

I don't know how I ended up in this situation.

An hour ago I was leaving the track alone, my sisters went with my parents to the hotel to get ready while I was finishing the last interviews and team pictures. The music was high in the speakers and I just sang along to it. My backpack was on the backseats with the box of my trophy and the empty champagne bottle. When I arrived at the hotel, the fans saw me and they immediately walked towards me, chanting my name and wanting to take pictures with me.

At that moment, I was on cloud nine, loving the attention they gave me and not remembering that I was going to have dinner with him.

As I walked inside my room and saw the outfit my sister chose for me to take to the dinner, I tried to not think about it.

The black sparkly midi dress is one of my favorites, that hugs my body in the right places and is perfect to wear to formal events and even to parties. Just what I needed.

After I did my makeup and hair I grabbed my bag, taking a deep breath before opening the door of the room and walking out. The heels were uncomfortable, but at least I looked good in them. While walking downstairs to go to the restaurant of the hotel, I started to wonder if that girl Charles brought was going to be there too.

And to my surprise, she was. Dressing like she was in a high society gala. Again, it's like she doesn't know where she is.

“Did you explain to her that my nickname is only a nickname?” I said looking at Charles, watching how he rolled his eyes.

“She wears whatever she wants to wear” he groaned. “She looks fine”

“Fine?! You told me I look gorgeous!” she gasped, talking with that high pitched voice that made everyone close their eyes. 

I saw Charles sigh, grabbing a glass of wine and drinking half of it. Well, the dinner starts strong.

“Well, Melanie” I smiled looking at her. “What's your job? I'm curious”

“Oh, I'm trying to be an influencer” she said, looking at me with a smile. “It's starting to work, somehow”

Sure, because you are hinting you fuck Charles Leclerc.

“Mhm, which brands contacted you? Maybe we will meet in one?” I smiled. 

“Oh none…. Yet” she smiled weakly.

I felt Charles' eyes on me, his angry gaze piercing a hole in my head and how he drank the entire glass of wine. 

When the waitress walked us to the private room where the dinner will take place, our families did everything to sit us two next to the other. The long dining table separated us from our parents, yet it felt like Charles and I were worlds apart. The polite hum of conversation was just a background noise to the storm between us. 

My father stood up with his glass of whine, looking at me with a big proud smile. I sighed, grabbing my own glass and raising it like the rest of the table.

“To Dafne” he smiled, pointing his glass towards me. “The first woman to win a Formula 1 race”

I smiled and looked at everyone at the table. Arthur and Lorenzo were sitting next to each other, sitting in front of my sisters. My father was next to my mom and Pascale, and Melanie was just sitting next to Charles.

"To success," Charles said, his voice had a big amount of irony. "And to the people who think they can buy it"

"Success is earned, Charles. Some of us know the value of hard work" I shot him a look, trying to keep my composure.

"Oh, I know all about hard work," he scoffed, taking another sip of his refilled glass of wine "And the people who take advantage of it."

“Oh, really? You do?” I laughed, looking at him and then at Melanie. “I think you don’t, but okay. Good for you if you think you can recognize who works hard for something and who just buys their way to it. Clearly you should look around more often”

Our parents exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the undercurrent of hostility. Melanie, blissfully unaware, just sipped her wine and looked around the room with wide eyes.

"What exactly is your problem, Charles? Are you upset that I won today?" I leaned in closer to Charles, keeping my voice low so only he could hear. 

"I'm not upset that you won, Dafne. I'm upset that you think you can walk all over everyone to get what you want. That win should have been mine, I had more pace and better tyres” he groaned lowly.

“You did? Then why didn't you overtake me, hm? You clearly know that I would do whatever Ferrari orders me to do” I smirked. “And I didn’t hear a team order of letting you pass me”

Our families were now fully aware that something was off. My mother gave me a warning look, and Charles' older brother cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation back to safer waters.

"So, Dafne," he began, forcing a smile. "How did you feel about your performance today? It was quite impressive."

 "Thank you. It was a challenging race, but I'm happy with how it turned out” I said, taking a deep breath, ignoring the man next to me. Charles scoffed quietly, and I shot him another glare. "Is there something you'd like to add, Charles?"

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite place. "Just that it must be nice to always get what you want."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Erica cut in, sensing that things were about to escalate. "The food looks amazing, doesn't it? Let's enjoy dinner."

The bass vibrated through the club, reverberating against the walls as red neon lights danced over the sweaty bodies of the dance floor. The music was loud, making everyone scream if they wanted to talk to someone or even take a step closer and talk to someone directly in their ears.

With the adrenaline of the race and the tension that took place during the dinner, I made my way towards the drinks bar, ordering whatever that doesn’t taste like alcohol but definitely has alcohol in it. With the cold glass already in my hand, I walked back to the table where my sisters were sitting with some girlfriends of the drivers.

“Have you seen Melanie?” I chuckled, feeling tipsy and looking around.

“Who?” Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, frowned. 

“Charles’ girl! She’s a wanna be influencer” I laughed, scanning with my eyes the crowd, trying to find the monegasque driver.

I heard my sisters sigh and sip their drinks, trying to ignore me. Alex and Carmen looked at me, frowning and following my gaze.

“Are you jealous? You sound jealous” Carmen pointed. “When will you stop talking about Charles? You say you hate him but you can’t stop looking or even talking about him”

“Me? Jealous?” I laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, that guy can take whoever he wants to his bed”

“Then let him live” Erica sighed. “Yes, we saw that Melanie is a gold digger. Yes, we saw she’s making everything to get his attention and fame. But that’s his problem”

“Erica is right” Soleil sighed. “You even sound worried about him, always talking about how bad the girls he choose are”

“I'm not!” I gasped.

“Mhm, whatever” the four of them sighed.

I groan and look away. They don't understand. They don't understand! 

I just stayed quiet, hearing them talk and focusing on a random spot at the other side of the club, drinking and drinking.

This is my day, no one will ruin it.

But then that idiot decided to grab a microphone and open his mind.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please listen!” he said, standing on top of a table. “I would love to say some words”

I frowned, getting up and already feeling tipsy, having to hold myself against the railing of the balcony where the VIP room was. He was holding a glass of some liquor, raising it up with a smile on his lips.

“I want to congratulate my fantastic teammate, Dafne! Daf, where are you?” he exclaimed looking around. “I guess she's hiding as always…”

“Fucking idiot” I mumbled, watching him look around.

“Well, maybe she's not here” he chuckled. “I'm sure she's with someone, maybe a random dude so she can keep going higher on her career. After all, that's how she got in Ferrari, hm?”

I looked at him and then I started to hear people talking, their eyes all moving around to search me.

“Jules always said that everyone has a chance in Formula 1” he giggled. “But her? Oh, no. She got in this sport sucking the dick of every person she found that could get her a seat. Mick! Mick, where are you? Is she good at that? Is she good at fucking you? I bet you two did it, she always ended higher than you… Head for some points? How pathetic, Daf”

My cheeks were red. My ears were red. Everyone who found me was looking at me. I heard steps behind me and a pair of hands trying to hold my arms, but I moved faster and ran downstairs towards him.

“Oh there she is! Who was the unfortunate one?” he giggled.

“Get down” I groaned, clenching my jaw. Somehow I am sober now. “Now!”

“Why?”

“Get down!” I screamed.

“No!” he laughed, drinking from his glass. “Aren't you satisfied? You had your win, you are in your dream team. I think you should take another step. Maybe… I don't know, suck Max's dick so he can give you a championship?”

“Charles Leclerc you are a dead man!” I screamed, running towards him and grabbing his leg, trying to get him down from the table.

This was supposed to be my day. My party, without someone like him ruining it.

Two pair of arms grabbed mine, stopping me and pulling me away from the club before I could do something worse. Soleil and Arthur were holding my arms, pulling me away from the crowd while Lorenzo and Erica tried to put down Charkes from the table.

“Let me go! I'm going to kill him!” I screamed.

“You are going to your room and stay there until you sober up” my sister said, frowning, sinking her nails on my arm to make me stop.

“That asshole is saying shit about me! And I'm the one that will be punished? Bullshit!” I exclaimed, but clearly they are not listening to me. “He should be the one that has to be punished! And you should wash his mouth with soap! And drown him on the toilet!”

“Enough!” Soleil exclaimed. “I'm so done with this. We all are done with you two. You are acting like kids”

“Why are you two like this?” Arthur frowned. “Why can't you two see that only you are the ones that hate each other? It's making the team and our families have problems”

“I did nothing wrong” I mumble, letting them take me to the elevator. “I didn't suck anyone's dick. I did every right”

“And we're not saying you did something like that. But you two always find a way to start a fight” Soleil sighed. 

“I did nothing wrong” I whispered.

Soleil sighed and grabbed my keycard, opening the door of my hotel room. Arthur and her helped me get in the room and then she took off my clothes to get me in bed.

“Don't do anything you'll regret tomorrow” Arthur and Soleil said before getting out of my room. 

I groaned, showing them my middle fingers before they walked out and closed the door. 

The silence in my room was too loud and the drum on my chest was beating too hard. I tried to walk side to side in the room,trying to calm down. The drops of the faucet in the bathroom are too loud, just like the air conditioner.

But then two hard knocks on the door broke the noisy silence in the room. 

I groaned, walking towards it to open it. 

And I shouldn't have done that.

“Oh fuck off” I groaned closing the door again, but he was faster and put his foot to stop me. “Charles-”

Before I could stop him, or even kick his balls, his lips were on mine, pushing me inside the room.

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[nottivagos]

Hello, welcome! Was feeling fluffy tonight and wanted to write Rockstar!Daniel being all lovey dovey in an acoustic ballad for Popstar!Reader.

an: this fic is HIGHLY INSPIRED by Jacob Slater's solo album "Pinky, I Love You", and more specifically the song "One For The Pigeons" which I've linked if you want to listen to it whilst reading.

Pinky, I Love You. || DR3

The sun sunk low in the inky blue hue and hazy pastels of purple and red, basking in the laziness and lethargy of its excruciating heat. Summer’s days had been slow this year, the humidity creating snail-paced hours that made you feel like it had been forever since the coolness of the night.

The stillness of the early evening was eerie in your shared house. Whilst you'd been lounging through the humid rooms, Daniel stayed put in his air-conditioned private studio, trying to compose a new song.

He'd been stuck in a rut. Reusing ideas was unethical and he seemed to not have anything as a muse, nothing creative to allow the music to flow with ease and the lyrics to articulate easily.

Until he had his epiphany. His musical calling, perhaps. The heat had brought you closer together, despite cohabiting in the same house for over 3 years already, the love reciprocated and still pure to this day.

He'd curated a series of ballads, confessing his tender love, gratitude for your kindness and the gratefulness for the time and the blissful memories he shared with you, had been composed and messily scribbled on scraps of paper scattered around the room.

Fingertips sore from over-playing, he heard your faint footsteps walking down the long, dark corridor to his studio. He smiled contently, before speaking up.

“Pinky,” Danny called out, comfortably resting his back against the wall, acoustic guitar placed on his thick, tattooed thigh. “Come here,” he added, his tone softer than usual, “please?”

— ⟡ —

The nickname made you giggle. The origins of it humouring, though its use beforehand being more out of malice than endearment. You’d acquired such a name on one of your first encounters with Daniel, at a music awards ceremony, where you were both nominated. Danny, best known for his rowdy rock anthems, was a cocky thing in his prime. Rude, arrogant, messy, destructive— you name it, Danny was it. 

You, on the other hand? Well, you were (and still was) an aspiring pop artist, nominated for ‘Best New Artist’. Timid and quiet, dressed in a fine, sequinned, pastel pink dress specially tailored for the event. A complete contrast to the cocky rockstar.

Maybe that’s what brought you two together. Daniel, thinking he was ‘above you’ in the music industry, spewed many drunken insults directed towards you that night, ‘Pinky’ being one. It wasn’t to his surprise that he scared you, no, it was intentional. But after a forced apology he had to make because of his PR team, the nickname stuck, and you didn’t mind one bit.

It was obvious to you that Danny maintained the mindset that he had to keep up this facade, the act of him being a ‘bad boy’ to the public, which allowed him to achieve his heightened fame. It was hurtful to witness, as down underneath that, Daniel was a sweetheart. A smitten one, truly, but overall he was a gentleman. Not a jerk who destroyed guitars for a living.

Danny liked the tranquility you brought with you, it was like the breath of fresh air he needed. However, his label disagreed. He became ‘too sappy’, his punk-like albums and singles becoming more powerful, love songs, all influenced by your presence in his life. Despite his anger, which he still had from his early days, he made the risky decision to go independent— breaking away from the shackles his angsty past had given him.

To his label’s surprise though, his independent solo record was a hit, many of his older fans now more mature, happily accepting his newer style with open arms. The day the statistics came in, you were overwhelmed with joy, (a tear or two being shed on the side) for him and for the career path which overall boosted his mental health.

— ⟡ —

“Hmm?” you hummed sweetly in response, walking over to where Daniel was perched on the floor.

“Sit with me, love,” he gently patted the space next to him, smiling warmly and loving as his brown doe eyes softened upon matching your gaze.

Happily obliging, you took your seat beside Danny, his empty hand locking with yours, fingers intertwining ever so tenderly. The moment was beautiful, a faint flush painting the apple of your cheeks as you smiled bashfully at him, like a giddy school girl.

“Pinky, my darling,” Danny began softly, “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met.” Reaching over his guitar, he brushed a few stray strands of hair behind your ear ever so gently, before falling back to his original position.

You diverted your gaze away, cheeks flushing incredibly hot as it radiated off of them. “Stop being sappy, Dan,” you mumbled in response, slapping him playfully against his shoulder.

“Never,” he chuckled richly in response, eyes flashing back to your own.

There was something about you that Daniel couldn't describe. Was it the softness of your accent? The tender features of your perfect face? Your gentle morals? It was a fuzzy feeling, one so warm and homely, that he hadn't felt since he was a child.

Clearing his throat, “I just wanted to say thank you, I suppose.” His words were nervous, the tone slightly wavy.

“For what?” you questioned, voice as sweet as honey.

“For helping me..” he sighed, “you know.” His spare hand rubbing the back of his neck, “Be me, you know?”

“It's nothing, really,” you laughed off casually, “I only want what's best for you.” You added with a soft peck on the cheek, crawling over the guitar still in his lap.

You glanced at it for a moment, “Any luck musically?”

Danny's breath hitched slightly. The love ballad. “Yeah,” he answered with a quick nod, “Can I.. Can I play it for you?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” you answered with a smile. Following, Daniel let go of your hand, propping up his guitar properly on his lap.

Clearing his throat, you watched his Adam's apple bob for a moment as he gulped, burly arms coming to hug the instrument with care.

A simple strum followed, creating a melodic riff from the get-go, as his hands meticulously glided up and down the frets with ease. The guitar pick made the strings vibrate so angel-like, the instrumentals of the song calming and soft to your ears, like a soft lullaby.

Beautiful vocals pooled out of his mouth, rolling off his tongue like poetry. The lyrics were tender, very thoughtful, and overall endearing. He took quick glances at you between lines, those specks of hazel in his eyes becoming more noticeable in the sincere softness of them.

“Your love is a language beyond words..” he perfectly harmonised, his rhythm and tempo quickening for a short moment as he reached the chorus again.

Bashfully smiling, you felt your eyes begin to water slightly. The love ballad he was singing ever so gently made you emotional. It was raw. Pure raw emotion, true feelings not even written on a page, just spontaneously composed in what you could only believe was a day.

By the time you sniffled, the song was over. Your lip trembled slightly, Danny noticed this quite quickly, placing his guitar to the side before cupping your cheeks in his calloused palms.

“I'm guessing you liked it then,” he chuckled, thumb coming to brush a stray tear off the burning apple of your flushed cheek.

“You idiot,” you mumbled, sniffling as the tears ricocheted from your wide, loving eyes. “My make-up is going to be ruined.”

“I'll take that as a ‘yes’ then,” Daniel replied even softer, his voice barely heard as his lips tenderly brushed against your forehead.

You laughed through your childish blubbers, making Danny smile even more wider than he already was. He brought his face close, his nose touching your's slightly.

“Pinky,” Danny whispered against your lips, nose nuzzling closer to your own, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Danny,” you murmured as your lips softly met each other so tenderly. "Always."

i'm going to bawl so much i love rockstar!daniel it's not fair guys. it's. just. not. fair. WHEN WILL A ROCKSTAR LOVE ME?! anyways, lots of love - notti <3

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I Can Do It With A Broken Heart | Matt Rempe (playlist)

summary: imagine my writing has been turned into a film - complete with a soundtrack that perfectly captures the essence of the scenes and helps you visualize the words you’ve previously read and bringing them into movie format ✨

warnings: descriptive scenes that may include suggestive and/or smutty dialogue | songs and artists that you may not like | read at your own discretion

a/n: this series will not only provide extras explanation of scenes from the fic, but dive into clues you may of missed ♥️

link to I can do it with a broken heart

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I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART BY TAYLOR SWIFT

track 1

if this was turned into the movie, the opening scene would not be the same as the fic.

in fact, I picture you getting broken up with so the viewers get an insight into the relationship—plus it makes sense with the title and plot of the story.

the viewers would see you briefly grieving, heartbroken as you lounge around at home and work at the ice rink—teaching kids how to figure skate. then they’d see you opening the email, where you get the opportunity to teach nhl players.

fast forward through the travelling and title sequence on the screen—now in the taxi, listening to this song through your earbuds. the song would come to a stop as you take them out, following the fic.

LONLEY DANCERS BY CONAN GRAY

track 2

there’s a big jump for music here, and at this point you’ve already met matt and introduced yourselves.

this song begins playing during that teaching montage. this song is perfectly upbeat and fun that it matches the energy of the scenes.

APPLE PIE BY LIZZY MCALPINE

track 3

the instrumental chords of this song would begin to filter in the scene as you and matt sit on the bench, opening up to one another. I think this scene is important for the relationship—especially when considering the speed of which it happens—because it shows that they are comfortable with one another practically instantly.

the lyrics of this song are just perfect for this fic.

the song would continue through the ending scene and the transition to you back at the hotel, getting unready after the long, harder day. you’re thinking about matt and how he made you feel today, and it’s the final push for you to change your lockscreen.

turning it from you and your ex to the photo matt took that day—you, him, shay and john.

HIGH BY 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER

track 4

another tiring day teaching and figure skating, and it’s extended into the evening as you head over to matt’s place to help him with the routine. which, obviously he didn’t actually need help, he just wanted to see you.

this song would begin during the second half of the scene, when you’re in his bedroom. the instrumentals would filter in the scene, quietly in the background as you look around the space. it would continue as you get into bed, and choose a movie to watch.

you don't mean to fall asleep but it just happens - showing how comfortable you've grown around mat in such a short time. mat admires you afterwards, which is one of my favourite parts of the fic.

RISK BY GRACIE ABRAMS

track 5

you’ve just been overcome with relief, while still swimming with urgency to get back to your place and get ready for the routine. in the flurry of emotions, you thank matt by leaning up and kissing him in the cheek.

you don’t realize what you’ve actually done until you’re driving away. this would be the song playing over your radio.

LATCH BY SAM SMITH

track 6

another jump in time, and you wouldn’t hear this song until the carnival scene. I picture this song playing as you and matt are walking around, and the lyrics are heard in the background playing through one of the rides.

this is my personal favourite scene in the entire fic, I just think it’s so cute and domestic. plus matt’s subtle jealousy towards beecher in the laser tag line, pulling you into his side is just..ugh.

NO.1 PARTY ANTHEM BY ARCTIC MONKEYS

track 7

this song would bleed into the scene that plays out inside the laser tag building. matt has pushed you into the corner so you’re out of sight from the other players, and you’re both enveloped in the dark space.

there’s a lot of tension and unspoken lust between you, looking at one another and touching one another gently as you almost kiss.

this song would transition into the next scene, which isn’t in the fic, but would be in the movie (it’s only mentioned in the fic). matt would bring you to the train station, and there kind of be that unspoken feeling…a lackluster goodbye (just a hug...no kiss).

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH BY POST MALONE

track 8

you’ve just surprised matt at the game—letting him know by the picture of the arena in your texts.

as you’re waiting for him to come out of the locker room—stomach twisting with nerves and excitement—the very start of this song would play, that instrumental whistling.

as he comes out, and inevitably kisses you for the first time, those instrumentals would continue. the second part of the first kiss after the confession, the chorus of this song would play as their lips touch passionately, which feels like an explosive moment, saved for that explosive drop in the song.

WELCOME TO NEW YORK BY TAYLOR SWIFT

track 9

what better song for the ending credits of this fic, than this perfect taylor swift song. there’s really nothing else to say besides that.

[vendetta-if]

Hello!

Just wanted to say the IF is amazing, i just spent 3 days straight binging it and loved every second. Please ignore if it has already been asked but what is all the RO's preferred genre of music? And favourite songs if they have any?

Keep up the amazing work!

Thank you for the kind words! And I just wanna say, your ask is the final push for me to actually scour through most of my songs on Spotify and finish assembling playlists for Rin, Santana, Skylar, and Jackal 😆 But I had so much fun doing so and I'll keep adding more and updating all of the characters' playlists as I discovered more new (and old lost) songs that fit them.

I have the links to their spotify playlist which contain a mix of their favorite songs and some songs whose lyrics fit them. I don't think I can link too much stuff in one post unfortunately, so I'll make a separate post to announce the rest of the characters playlists later on 😁But I'll try to link one song that either perfectly encapsulate their music taste or whose lyrics fit the character--or at least a song that they'd enjoy listening to.

Also, I basically have to split up my own music taste and favorite genres among all of my characters and I'm running out of genres 😭 But as for your question, I don't think I've answered something like that before--at least not in detail.

Sorry in advance for the long post (I just love being able to gush about my characters and music 🤭)

Ash

Ash enjoys quite a wide variety of genres, but mostly, their go-to are genres that are more energetic and/or aggressive. So, think like Rock, Phonk, Dubstep, Trap, Drum and Bass, Metal, that kind of stuff. But usually, they listen to songs whose vibes and/or lyrics kind of fit the mood they're in at the moment.

Also, fun fact, they did have some kind of an emo phase during their angsty and edgy teenage years 😂 It wasn't really too apparent (like no, they didn't have that typical emo hairstyle or wore those iconic eyeliners), but they just relate to quite a number of the lyrics of songs that can be considered to be emo anthems.

The song that fits the genre they like to listen to and the lyrics also matched their feelings and obsession love for MC is "So Sick" by Johnny Goth.

"So Sick" - Johnny Goth

Rin

As the child of a classically-trained musician, Rin mostly enjoys classical and instrumental music. One of their favorite instruments is the piano and they used to enjoy learning to play it. Maybe in the future, when they won't be so busy anymore, they can pick up their piano lessen again...

Also, they tend to gravitate towards more soothing and calming songs in general because of the headaches they usually got after using their power too much or to see to far into the future. So most of their playlist is filled with instrumental songs, either piano, cello, or violin, or a combination of those.

As for the song that fits them, I'd say "The Belt of Faith" by Jung Jaeil kinda fits their vibe and the gravitas they carry (Yes, the main soundtrack for the film "Parasite" and yeah, I can see the irony 😂 )

"The Belt of Faith" - Jung Jaeil

Santana

Santana loves that tinge of old-school songs that they were often exposed to whenever their parents listen to in the radio. So, the genres they enjoy are synthwave and retrowave songs 😎

As for the song that encapsulates their favorite genre and whose lyrics fit them quite well is "Gloria" by The Midnight.

"Gloria" - The Midnight

Skylar

Skylar is a pretty chill and upbeat person who loves and enjoys nature, so their favorite genres include those upbeat summer music and Indie/Alternative Folk music. They also enjoy the occasional pop songs.

As for the song that fits their vibe and desire to just fly off and be free is "Get Away" by Surfclub.

"Get Away" - Surfclub

BONUS

Luka

Luka enjoys Electronic music, including Phonk, Post-Punk, and Alternative/Indie. So, yeah, quite a variety of genres. But for one song that fits him the most, from the lyrics to even the title itself is "Everything Black" by Unlike Pluto 😆

"Everything Black" - Unlike Pluto (feat. Mike Taylor)

Jackal

Just like Luka, he also enjoys Electronic music, especially Phonk. But unlike Luka, he sometimes loves Hip-Hop music as well. One of the few songs that kinda encapsulate both of those genres and fits with his personality is "Heartless" by UNAVERAGE GANG.

"Heartless" - UNAVERAGE GANG

[agendabymooner]

lowkey ! pierre g. x ofc (singer!ofc)

"take a shot, take a chance, take my hand boy."

summary: it's been four months since ensley soleil tweeted that she would give it a try with a certain pierre gasly, and f1 twt isn't having it with the news that just came out about the frenchman's mystery girl

content warning: just some content tbh, mentions of the typical "pierre = playboy" concept, dirty jokes (no smut content) use of explicit language

note: someone asked for a pierre/esteban content and boy do i have something about them. i might make something for the sweetest estie bestie, but for now bon appetit xx

masterlist

tagged 88rising

liked by pierregasly, brianimanuel, willne

brianimanuel YAS SIS EAT THAT SHIT UP liked by ensoleil

ensoleil i knew there's a reason why i still have a faith in you

user1 is this the anthem of the summer?!!! 😩

user2 stan ensley zara soleil for clear skin

user3 genuine question: why don't u have a last name?

ensoleil reserved for a future husband i'm afraid

willne they better play this in my funeral liked by ensoleil

ensoleil ill even sing it live for you william 😍

landonorris i still think see u never slaps harder than this

ensoleil good thing i didn't ask 🤠

landonorris nvm all of them are shit

user4 omg lando what r u doing here??

88rising you have mothered as always 🔥 liked by ensoleil

pierregasly posted a story !!!

tagged pierregasly

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, calfreezy

willne paddock passes for 2 months for a certain william lenney? 👀

pierregasly you can have as much as you'd like best friend 🤩

pierregasly "so far" 🧐 liked by ensoleil

landonorris now what u mean by that ensoleil

ensoleil 🙂

user1 this man bagged her and already has a ring for her 😩 this is not my pierre gasly liked by ensoleil

ensoleil u right because this is MY pierre gasly 🥰

pierregasly can't wait to see u ma jolie fille <3 liked by ensoleil

ensoleil aren't you glad you evolved from remy to linguini 😘 see u my love

charles_leclerc right in front of my soup too? smh

brianimanuel right in front of my mcdonalds??

user2 pierre gasly is in LOVE LOVE confirmed

user3 pierre gasly is an s-tier simp 😆

yukitsunoda0511 i cant wait to see you ensley!!! liked by ensoleil

ensoleil IM EXCITED TO SEE U TOO YUKIIII <33

pierregasly 😐

user4 pear is THE third wheel

user5 ngl two asians and a european sound kinda mad 😟

ensoleil 💀💀

bonus !!!

translation

ma jolie fille = my pretty girl

[hitsuhina-week]

Thank you!!

A massive thank you to everyone who contributed to the Two Weeks of Hitsuhina this year, you are the people make it possible! if you haven't already, please check out this year's submissions:

Day 1: Fav moment / Summer

Fanart - Summer by @nasiahime Fanfic - Summer Before War by @darkroguescribe Fanfic - Summer by @honeyflower15 Fanart - Summer by @marladhynnr

Day 2: Memories / Something Soft

Fanart - Memories by @marladhynnr Fanart - Memories and Sometime Soft sketches by @nasiahime Fanfic - Something Soft by @darkroguescribe Fanfic - Memories by @honeyflower15

Day 3: Wings / On a Starry Night

Fanart - On a Starry Night by @nasiahime Fanfic - In Your Eyes, In the Rain by @rays-of-fire-and-ice Fanfic- Wings by @darkroguescribe Fanfic - Wings by @honeyflower15 Fanart - On a Starry Night by @marladhynnr

Day 4: Hug / Music

Fanfic - The Party by @darkroguescribe Fanfic - Hug by @honeyflower15 Fanart - Hug by @marladhynnr Meta - Why Einaudi’s “Experience” is my HitsuHina Anthem by @bleachbleachbleach

Day 5: Go with the Clouds / Hobbies

Fanart - Go with the Clouds by @marladhynnr Fanfic - Returnal: Summer by @rays-of-fire-and-ice Fanfic - Hobbies by @darkroguescribe

Day 6: Social Media / Fire

Fanart - Social Media by @marladhynnr Fanfic - Fire by @darkroguescribe

Day 7: Your Courageous Back / This Light I See

Edit/Fanart - Your Courageous Back & This Light I See by @marladhynnr Fanfic - Sentinel by @rays-of-fire-and-ice

Day 8: Hurt and Comfort / Sun and Rain

Fanart - The never ending guilt... by @nasiahime Fanart - Sun and Rain by @marladhynnr Fanart - Hurt and Comfort by @marladhynnr

Day 9: Going on a Date / Ocean Waves

Day 10: Contrast / Complement

Fanart - Contrast by @marladhynnr Headcanons - Contrasting and Complementing by @rays-of-fire-and-ice

Day 11: I'll Carry You / Fashion

Fanfic - I Have You by @rays-of-fire-and-ice Fanart - Fashion by @marladhynnr

Day 12: Birthday / Delinquent AU

Fanfic - Birthday and Delinquent AU by @honeyflower15 Fanfic - Returnal: Winter by @rays-of-fire-and-ice

Day 13: With a BrOTP / Flowers

Fanart - Flowers by @marladhynnr

Day 14: Timeskip / Winter

Fanart - The never ending guilt... by @nasiahime Fanfic - Returnal: Winter by @rays-of-fire-and-ice Fanart - Timeskip by @marladhynnr

Misc

Fanart - Happy Hitsuhina week 2024! by @amanyaika01

If I missed any submissions, please let me know so I can add them here. If you were still working on late submissions, feel free to post them and I'll be sure to reblog them here and include them on this list.

Thank you again everyone!! :D

[lavender-vixen]

you are literally whipping up this requests omg?? your writing is so good<3

if u don’t mindd could you do patrick with like a super goody two-shoes girly girl reader? its such a cliche ew but i love fics like those

have a good day btw !!

of course!

the bonfire crackled and popped, sending warm orange sparks into the cool summer night air. the quarry was alive with the sound of music blasting from a battered boombox...some loud rock anthem that the crowd of seniors was nodding along to. patrick hockstetter was close to the bonfire, naturally, lounging against a boulder with you perched delicately on his lap. the air was thick with cigarette smoke, cheap beer, and the faint, earthly scent of marijuana.

you didn't quite fit with that scene, and it was the first thing anyone noticed. while the girls around the fire wore ripped band tees, leather skirts, and heavy eyeliner, you were a picture of sweet innocence.

patrick's friends—henry, vic, belch—had all exchanged more than a few confused looks when he'd first brought you around. you were the polar opposite of patrick's type: soft-spoken, pastel-loving, the kind of girl who volunteered at bake sales and always remembered to say "please" and "thank you."

but patrick? he was obsessed with you. it turned him on that you were so innocent.

"she's so sweet it makes my teeth hurt," vic had muttered once, watching you offer patrick a carefully packed lunchbox you'd made for him. "why does she even like you?"

"shut up, jealousy," patrick had said, grinning.

tonight, though, you were fitting in better than usual. you had your arms wrapped loosely around patrick's neck, sitting sideways on his lap with your head tucked under his chin. your baby-pink sundress and delicate sandals stood out against the sea of black leather jackets and ripped jeans, but you didn't feel like an outsider. when rush's "tom sawyer" came on—a grittier, more electric track than anything on your madonna and blondie cassette tapes—you perked up and softly started singing along.

patrick tilted his head, a slight grin on his pouty lips. "look at that. she's learning satanic rock music," he mocked, giving you a bounce on his knee. "bad girl."

"shut up," you said, blushing but smiling back. "i don't mind this one."

henry raised an eyebrow from across the bonfire, watching patrick like he'd sprouted a second head. "man, this is so twisted," he said to belch, but there was no real venom in it. he just couldn't wrap his head around the relationship. he'd never seen patrick so...gentle.

patrick tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer and firmer against him. you giggled, pressing your temple against his jaw.

as the night wore on and the group started to thin out, with some kids leaving and others disappearing into the woods to drink or smoke, patrick leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"wanna join us? we've got plenty," henry called to you two, following the others into the woods.

you knew he meant pot, and you knew your parents would kill you if you came home reeking of it. you'd never tried marijuana before, but you knew patrick and his friends were well-practiced. still, you were too embarrassed to tell him no and sound lame in front of his friends.

he read the look of fear and reluctance off your face like a book. he always did. "how about we go swimming instead?"

you blinked up at him, your expression immediately wary. "patrick, no, we're not supposed to swim in here after dark. it's not safe."

he gave you a wolfish grin, the one that always made your stomach flip. "that's the point, baby. c'mon. it's just us now."

your face turned a shade of pink, but luckily he couldn't see it in the dark. "i...i didn't bring a swimsuit."

"so? take your clothes off."

your face flushed even more as you gasped, horrified. "no! no way."

he stood, effortlessly lifting you off his lap and setting you down on the ground. "c'mon," he repeated, already tugging at the hem of his shirt. "no one's gonna see. they're all getting stoned."

you hesitated, biting your lip, but the way he looked at you...like you were the only thing in the world worth his attention...made it impossible to say no.

"fine, just this once," you mumbled, glancing around nervously before kicking off your sandals. "but i'm keeping my bra and panties on."

patrick's grin turned downright predatory. "sure."

"but you have to, um, stand in front of me while i change. and hold something up. like a...shield."

patrick stared at you for a moment, then barked out a laugh. "a shield?" his grin was teasing, sharp as ever, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "baby, we're the only ones here. nobody's looking."

"i don't care," you said quickly, crossing your arms. "it's either that or i'm keeping this dress on."

he sighed, shaking his head but clearly entertained. "alright, alright. god, you're such a princess," he grabbed his black t-shirt off the ground and held it up in front of you like a curtain, standing in his boxer shorts.

"don't peek," you warned, pointing a finger at him as you slipped behind the makeshift screen.

patrick smirked but stayed put, one hand holding the shirt steady and the other resting casually on his hip. "really? getting all shy when i've seen plenty already."

your cheeks burned as you fumbled with the straps of your sundress, trying to shimmy out of it as quickly as possible. "this is so different," you muttered. "and don't say stuff like that."

"why not?" he tilted his head, even though you couldn't see him. "it's true. the gang knows."

"you told them we..." you stopped yourself, the blush crawling up your neck. "still...just don't peek."

"whatever," he said, though the grin in his voice told you how much he was enjoying this. "hurry up. i don't have all damn night."

when you finally stepped out from the shirt, now clad in just your bra and underwear, you clutched your dress nervously against your chest. patrick lowered the shirt and looked at you, his smirk widening as his eyes swept over you hungrily.

"hot," he said loudly, tossing the shirt aside. you noticed a few guys by the bonfire turn around to stare at the two of you, squinting to see beyond the shadows.

"oh my god, stop it," you huffed, covering yourself once again with the dress. "i hate you."

he reached out to tug you closer, yanking the dress away and throwing it to join his shirt and jeans on the ground. you felt his fingers go to unhook your bra, and you grabbed his biceps, trying to push his arms away.

"patrick! stop!" you shriek, drawing more attention from the stragglers by the bonfire.

patrick howled with laughter again. your voices carried across the quarry. you saw heads turn.

patrick's hands still tried to tug at your bra strap. "c'mon baby," he teased between laughs, "give 'em a show."

"patrick, please!" you begged, genuine panic setting in. "people are looking!"

"so? let 'em," he said, his smirk wicked as he finally relented, letting his hands drop to his sides. his bedroom eyes sparkled with amusement. "they know you're mine, anyway."

you glared up at him, face burning. "you're the devil," you muttered, clutching your arms over your wonder bra as you glanced nervously at the bonfire.

patrick didn't care. he never cared. he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours and tugging you toward the edge of the water.

the water shimmered under the moonlight, dark and inviting. you hesitated at the edge, the smooth rock beneath your feet still warm from the day's sun. "patrick, it's freezing," you whispered, your voice trembling...not entirely from the chill in the air. "and i just washed my hair. i don't want to get it wet, okay?"

"i'll warm you up," he said, stepping closer until his chest brushed against your back. His hands found your waist, firm but teasing, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin.

"what if there are sharks in here?" you murmured.

"there aren't," he said with a laugh, leaning down so his lips were just a breath away from yours. "haven't you ever swam here before?"

"no." your heart pounded as he pulled you closer, his body seeping into yours even as the cool night air sent a shiver down your spine.

"wait a minute, what the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to spot a little further out in the dark waters.

"what?" you asked, fear evident in your voice. you craned your neck to see better. "what, patrick?"

"that, right there," he said, turning your chin and pointing at the dark water. "holy shit." before you could respond, he swept you off your feet like you weighed nothing, lifting you into his arms.

you clutched his shoulders tightly. "what? what is it? oh my god, what?"

"i swear...it looks just like..."

"like what?!"

"my girlfriend!" he shouted, tossing you off him and into the water with a loud splash.

"patrick!" you gasped, coming up for air, coughing, hearing his wicked laughter close by. then he jumped in after you, soaking you again with the splash.

the cold water hit you, making you squeal and squirm as he swam up next to you. "it's freezing!"

"you'll get used to it," he said, splashing you on purpose.

you sputtered and glared at him. "you're such a child!"

he laughed and waded closer. you splashed him back, water catching the moonlight as it sprayed across his face.

his hands found your waist again, pulling you against him. the contrast of his warm skin and the cold water sent shivers through you, but his hold was steady, grounding.

"patrick..." you murmured, your voice trailing off as he leaned in, his breath warm on your damp skin.

"hm?" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

your words caught in your throat as his hands slid lower to your hips. the water lapped around you, cool and weightless, his lips making contact on your cheek and trailing down your jawline, leaving a scorching path in their wake.

time blurred as the two of you lingered in the quarry, patrick alternating between teasing you mercilessly and pressing heated kisses to your lips or along your neck. but eventually, the chill of the water started to set in, and he helped you back toward the edge.

“c’mon,” he said, his hands steadying you as you climbed out onto the rocks. “let’s get you dried off. don't want your parents to throw a bitch-fit when i drop you off."

you shivered as the cool night air hit your damp skin, your white bra and underwear clinging to you uncomfortably. the fabric was soaked, practically see-through, and it wasn’t until you caught patrick’s smirk that you realized why he was looking at you like that.

“patrick!” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “stop staring." you grabbed your once-perfect hair, wringing out water, feeling soggy and grimy from the quarry water. "i look disgusting."

"i'm literally experiencing evidence otherwise," he said, unabashed.

before you could snap back, you heard laughter and voices ahead of you. whipping your head up, you saw henry, vic, and belch stumbling back from the woods, clearly buzzed. your heart dropped.

"holy shit," henry said, stopping dead in his tracks. he tilted his head, squinting as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "did you two go for a swim?"

vic barked out a laugh. "jesus, look at little miss prep! you dragged her into the water, didn't you, hockstetter?"

you flushed bright red, hugging yourself tighter in a desperate attempt to cover the wet, clinging fabric. "oh my god," you muttered, turning to patrick.

patrick looked completely unbothered. if anything, he looked pleased, his smirk only widening as he reached down to pick up his discarded molly hatchet band shirt. "relax," he drawled, holding it out to you. "here. put it on."

the shirt was huge on you, the fabric hung loosely over your frame and falling to mid-thigh. you clutched at the hem, trying to make yourself as small as possible under the gangs' eyes.

"hockstetter got you wet, huh?" henry asked you suggestively, earning a few laughs and nudges from vic and belch as they walked off to the bonfire again.

patrick's hand tightened on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, though he did nothing to quell his friends' teasing. "ignore 'em," he said with an amused chuckle, raking a hand through his dark hair. "they'll be fantasizing about you later, guaranteed."

"gross, i don't want that," you protest, locating your sandals and sliding them back on.

"yeah, but don't worry. that's all they get." the smack of his hand against the back of your still-soaked underwear through the long t-shirt echoed, making you freeze in humiliation. "you're mine."