#but i just hate private jets full stop

[killa-trav]

listen im a private jet hater for everyone but i understand why taylor uses one cos tell me why i've just seen a tiktok of ppl waiting in sydney for her to land like don't these people have jobs?

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little bitch - cs55

summary: yn piastri and carlos sainz absolutely hate each other. carlos thinks she’s immature, yn calls him a little bitch on social media. they also kiss every now and then. PART TWO

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"You didn't have to tweet that," Oscar said, giving you a look from his seat.

You were currently traveling from Belgium to Monaco in McLaren's private jet after the race weekend, and the main topic of the day was your little message to Carlos Sainz after his statement about your brother.

"Osc, he's being a petty bitch," you shrugged, "He keeps blaming you for what happened on the track and we all know it was his fault."

"Lando, can you help me out please?" Oscar looked at his teammate, who was immersed on his phone as a way to avoid the conversation.

"Oh no, don't put me in the middle of this," Lando shook his head, "I have enough PR issues myself."

"We know you're siding with your bestie anyways," you said, making him roll his eyes.

This dynamic was nothing new. Lando and Carlos Sainz were best friends, and so were Lando and you. The issue? You couldn't stand Carlos at all, and Lando was always in the middle of your bickering.

Oscar sighed, rubbing his temples as he glanced out of the window. "Look, I appreciate you standing up for me, but sometimes it's better to let things slide. Engaging with him on social media only adds fuel to the fire."

He had a point. Deep down you knew it, however, your were short tempered and protective towards your loved ones, so it was natural that you took the chance to come for Sainz's neck when he gave you a reason to.

"I get it, Osc. I just can't stand seeing him drag your name through the mud when you're not even at fault," you stressed, "You're my little brother, I'll always get protective, you know?"

"I know, and I appreciate you having my back," Oscar said, softening his tone. "But it's not worth it. Like you said, I'm not engaging with whatever he's saying so there's no point of starting stuff."

"He started it, I'm just finishing it," you shrugged, and Oscar gave you a pointed look, you were older than him, but he was definitely more mature than you. "Fine, I'll try to hold back next time," you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

Lando finally looked up from his phone, a smirk on his face. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it? Now, can we all be friends?"

"If that includes Sainz then no, we can't,"

You could never be friends with Carlos Sainz. That was literally impossible.

For starters, you were pretty sure he didn't even know your name, he was always too full of himself to even acknowledge those around him.

And lastly, he was a bitch to your brother on and off track.

"I just, I would really like for you two to get along," Lando said and you immediately rolled your eyes at his words, "You're both important to me, and it sucks being caught in the middle. Plus I don't even understand why do you dislike him so much."

You knew the real reason why you disliked him so much, you perfectly did. However, that was a subject that you decided to ignore every single time.

"Honestly? I find him arrogant. He always acts like he's the center of the universe. He never takes responsibility for his actions and always tries to shift the blame onto others. It's frustrating to watch."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, but you have to understand, Carlos is actually a good guy once you get to know him. He's passionate and competitive, sure, but he's also loyal and a great friend."

"I get that he's like your hero or something," you teased, "But it's not going to happen, Lando. I don't think I'll ever like Carlos, and I really wish you’d stop pushing the subject."

"Look, you don't have to be his best friend or something," Oscar intervened, "Just promise me you won't punch him when you see him in the paddock after the summer break."

"No promises."

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Going to Jimmy'z the last day of the summer break was a tradition among the drivers at this point.

You looked forward to it, for you, nothing could beat a night of loud music, drinks and friends. You thought that was the reason you got along with Lando and quickly became best friends.

“Ready to tear up the dance floor?” Lando shouted over the music, giving you smirk

“Always!” you replied, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the center of the action, Oscar and Lily being their introvert selves decided to stay at the table with some of your friends.

After a few songs, you returned to the table to catch your breath and order another round of drinks.

Oscar looked up from his conversation with Lily and smiled as you approached.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” you replied, taking a seat next to him. “You two should join us on the dance floor.”

Lily laughed softly. “Maybe later. Right now, we’re enjoying people-watching.”

“Suit yourselves,” you said, shrugging, "I'm going to the bar, does anyone want anything?"

Oscar shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good."

"I'll have another gin and tonic," Lily said, giving you a warm smile.

"Got it," you replied, turning towards the bar.

As you made your way through the crowded club, you found an open spot at the bar and flagged down the bartender. As you waited for your drinks, you felt someone step up beside you. Glancing to your left, you saw the last person you wanted to run into tonight... or ever.

Carlos Sainz was standing there with what you called his "resting bitch face" and acting like he owned the place.

You knew chances of him being at Jimmy'z for the last day of the summer break were high and you had decided earlier that you were just going to ignore him for the night if you ever ran into him. After all, you were there to have fun, not to get into a confrontation. But you were known for being short-tempered, a stark contrast to your brother's laid-back demeanor.

When you heard Carlos order his drink without so much as a “please,” you couldn't help but call him out.

"Whiskey, neat," he ordered, his tone clipped and lacking any form of politeness, his Spanish accent that you found absolutely irritating coming through.

“A 'please' would be nice, you know,” you interjected.

Carlos turned to you, his brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you replied coolly. “It's not hard to be polite.”

"Do I know you?" Carlos stared at you for a moment before recognition dawned. “Oh you're Piastri's sister, aren't you?”

“That I am,” you confirmed, your tone equally cold.

“Figures," Carlos scoffed, shaking his head, "You’re the one who sent me that lovely message on Twitter.”

“You deserved every word,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Did I now?” Carlos leaned closer, his expression hardening. “You don't even know the whole story. You just assume I'm the bad guy because of Oscar."

“I know enough,” you shot back. “I know you never take responsibility for your actions. You always blame someone else.”

“And what about you?," Carlos’s jaw tightened, "Hiding behind your keyboard, throwing insults. That's real mature.”

“Someone had to say it,” you replied, refusing to back down. “You can't just go around acting like you're untouchable.”

“And you can't go around thinking you're some kind of vigilante,” Carlos retorted. “Can't your little brother handle things himself?.”

“Maybe if you weren't such a jerk, people wouldn't have to call you out,” you snapped, feeling your temper flare.

Carlos sighed, clearly frustrated. “Look, I don't have time for this. Just stay out of my way, alright?”

“Gladly,” you replied, turning away from him.

When you rejoined your friends, they noticed your tense expression. Lando shot you a questioning look, but you just shook your head.

"Ask you bestie," you simply said and Lando threw his head back in frustration, once again, he was in the middle of his two best friends tension.

“I’ll talk to him," Lando said, sipping on his drink.

"Don't bother, he's a bitch."

Later that night, Lando found Carlos near the dancefloor chatting with some friends. He pulled him aside, needing to get to the bottom of the latest incident.

“What happened with YN now?” Lando asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Carlos shrugged before speaking, “I was minding my own business, ordering a drink, and she just came at me."

“And?” Lando raised an eyebrow.

“And she’s just so immature and arrogant,” Carlos continued, “She’s always ready to pick a fight over the smallest things. It’s embarrassing.”

Lando shook his head. “Look, Carlos, YN is protective of Oscar. She sees you two butting heads and she gets defensive. It’s not ideal, but it’s not like she’s completely unreasonable.”

“Well, she sure seems unreasonable to me," Carlos crossed his arms, "I don’t know how you deal with it.”

Lando sighed. “She’s my friend, and so are you. I wish you two could just get along, but I know that’s asking a lot. Just... try to give her a bit of slack, alright? She’s not a bad person.”

"She's insufferable."

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The Ferrari hospitality was the last place you wanted to be during a Grand Prix, the mere thought of it being the place where Sainz (or as you liked to call him, the little bitch), was most likely to be kept you away from it.

However, Alex told you to meet her there after the Qualifying so you could leave together for dinner. Oscar and Lando already left with the rest of the team, so you had no choice but to wait for your friend.

"Looking for someone, hermosa?" your eyes immediately rolled without even turning around to see who was speaking, the thick Spanish accent that you despised filling your ears.

"Not for you, that's for sure," you said, not even bothering to face him.

"Are you sure? Because this is not the McLaren garage, did your little bro finally kick you out or something?"

"Sainz," you retorted sharply, finally turning to face him, "Shouldn't you be busy making excuses for your next mediocre performance on track?"

"Ah, always so angry, Piastri," he chuckled, unfazed by your hostility, "Maybe you're just frustrated because you're not getting enough attention. I could help with that."

"I don't need or want anything from you," you shot back, your voice laced with irritation.

Carlos leaned casually against a nearby wall, his smirk widening. "Come on, hermosa, you know you've got a temper. Maybe you just need to let off some steam."

Hermosa, the word he used often when he wanted to get to your skin. When you first heard it, you had no idea of what it meant. You were never good at learning Spanish growing up. But after a quick google translation search you found out that it meant beautiful. And for some reason you felt like throwing up.

"Believe me, Sainz, you're the last person I'd ever turn to," you replied icily, folding your arms across your chest, "And don't call me that."

He chuckled again, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You wondered how Lando could be friends with him when he was nothing but an arrogant little bitch, and you cursed Alexandra for taking so long to get her stuff from hospitality.

"I hope you know that you have some serious issues, Sainz," you said, your patience wearing thin as his cocky stare weighted on you.

"Issues? Me?," Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your anger, "I think you're the one with the problem, querida. Like I said, maybe you need to get laid. I could help you with that, your brother won't find out."

Your eyes narrowed, your blood boiled to the point where you could feel your skin burning up. If it wasn't for the all the people around, you swore you could've punched him.

You took a step closer to him, your voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I hope your car sets itself on fire so you're not able to race tomorrow."

Carlos's smirk only widened, he was well aware that he got into your skin and he enjoyed every minute of it. Before he could respond, Alex finally appeared, her eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Ready to go?" she asked, sensing the tension.

"More than ready," you replied, shooting Carlos one last glare before turning to leave with Alex.

The next day, news spread quickly through the paddock that Carlos' car had suffered a mechanical failure during the warm-up, rendering him unable to compete in the Qatar Grand Prix. Meanwhile, Oscar had won the Sprint and finished P2 in the race.

Karma got that little bitch, you thought to yourself

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The end of the 2023 season was a blur of celebrations, laughter, and champagne showers. Oscar had closed off the season as the Rookie of the Year and you couldn't be more proud of him, you were grateful you got to be by his side through it.

And of course, with the end of the season a celebration at Jimmy'z was in order, all drivers, their girlfriends and friends pulling up to Monaco for one last night of partying before the winter break.

You had stuck close to Lando and Oscar for most of the evening, since it was a special occasion, you decided not to hold back with your drinking and have as much fun as you wanted, Lando being your partner in crime as always.

So by 2 a.m, you were pretty drunk, not to the point where you couldn't stand on your own feet, but drunk enough to make a couple of bad decisions.

With that thought on your mind, you decided that it was time to find your brother or best friend and call it a night. But for some reason, both of them were nowhere to be found.

Stumbling through the crowded dance floor, you made your way toward the back of the club, hoping to spot them. The alleyway was dark and you couldn't see a single thing, but they weren't definitely back there.

"Fancy seeing you here, hermosa," a voice behind drawled, almost making you jump.

"What the actual fuck!" you said, holding a hand to your chest.

Of course it was fucking Carlos Sainz, once again

"You scared the hell out of me!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, "Do you hide in dark alleyways like a creep all the time?"

"Slow down, hermosa, why are you so angry all the time?" his Spanish accent was thicker than usual, a clear sign that he was as tipsy as you were.

"I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," you retorted, trying to brush past him.

"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble," he said, blocking your path with an easy grace. "Though you do seem to find me wherever you go."

"Only because you insist on being everywhere I am," you shot back, folding your arms over your chest.

"Or maybe you just can't resist my charm," he teased, leaning casually against the wall.

"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you scoffed, "More like arrogance and an inflated ego."

"Arrogance? No. Confidence? Absolutely," he replied with a smirk, "And I think you secretly like it."

"You're delusional," you muttered, feeling the alcohol clouding your judgment. "I can't stand you."

"Is that so?" he said, stepping closer. "Because you seem pretty invested in this conversation for someone who supposedly hates me."

True

"Maybe because you won't let me leave," you said, your voice rising in frustration.

"Or maybe because you've spent the entire season trying to get my attention by being rude to me and blasting me on social media, calling me a little bitch and all."

"I was defending Oscar," you snapped. "You kept messing with him on track. Someone had to call you out."

Carlos shook his head, his cocky smirk even bigger now. "It was never about Oscar, and you know it."

"God, I hate you," you said, ready to walk away but he blocked your way one more time.

"No, you don't," he replied, a knowing smile on his lips. "You just hate that you can't help but get all hot and bothered whenever I'm around."

"You're really are such a little bitch," you spat, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt a strange thrill.

"And you're a firecracker, Piastri. That's what makes this so fun."

"You're so full of yourself," you retorted, but the words lacked their usual bite. The alcohol was making it hard to keep up your defenses, and Carlos's close proximity was doing strange things to your resolve.

"Maybe," he conceded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I think you like it more than you let on."

Before you could argue back, Carlos took another step closer, his body almost pressing against yours. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to pull away.

"You're infuriating," you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"And you," he said, his breath warm against your ear, "are insufferable."

Without another word, he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss. It was a collision of anger, frustration, and undeniable chemistry, and you couldn't help but respond in kind.

Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

What the hell was happening?

For a moment, all the animosity, all the bickering, melted away. It was messy, it was intense, and it was everything you hadn't realized you wanted.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you could see the same mix of surprise and desire reflected in Carlos' eyes.

Before either of you could say anything, you were interrupted by Lando's voice calling out your name. You quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you and Carlos as Lando approached, a curious look on his face.

"Everything okay here?" Lando asked, glancing between the two of you.

"Just fine," you replied, giving Carlos a final, challenging look. "Just fine."

Carlos nodded, his smirk returning. "See you around, Piastri."

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2024 SEASON

Formula 1 was back and in full swing. And with that your "nepo sister" privileges, which included traveling with Oscar for races came back too.

You were excited for this season, Oscar was no longer a rookie and he had a lot to prove, and you couldn't wait to see him rise to the challenge.

In addition to that, this season was going to be extra interesting, since the news of your least favorite driver on the grid (or at least the one you swore you hated) being replaced by Lewis Hamilton in Ferrari were announced a few weeks prior.

"Did you hear the news?" Oscar asked, making his way to you.

"What news?" you replied, setting down your coffee cup.

"Lewis Hamilton is moving to Ferrari next season," Oscar said, watching your reaction closely.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? So the little bitch is out?"

Oscar nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be an interesting season."

Carlos Sainz was both a source of irritation and inexplicable attraction. You had tried to push the memory of that kiss at Jimmy'z to the back of your mind all winter long, but you just couldn't stop thinking about it.

Plus, Lando was firm on his mission of making wither of you confess that apparently you "liked each other", which made ignoring the whole situation even harder.

You just hoped that he would keep it chill this season, not bothering either you or Oscar so you could just pretend he didn't exist.

With that thought on your mind, you made your way back to the hotel. You spent the day exploring around Bahrain with Oscar and Lando, and now you were ready to unwind in your room. The boys deciding to spend a few more hours walking around before heading back.

Once in the lobby, you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a familiar hand slipped in, forcing them open.

Carlos Sainz stepped inside, his ever-present smirk firmly in place.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they say.

"Not going to say hello, querida?" he said after a few seconds of complete silence from you, leaning against the elevator wall.

"Carlos. Still popping up where you're least wanted, I see," you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.

"Missed you too, Piastri," he chuckled, pushing off the wall to stand closer you, "How was your break?"

"Great, thanks for asking," you replied coolly. "Did you enjoy yours, planning how to be a pain to other drivers this season too?"

"Is that really how you want to start our first conversation of the season?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, "I though we've left that in the past, specially after what happened at the end of last year."

You tensed at his statement. More than once during the break, you wondered if he remembered what happened that night. He was as drunk was you were, if not more, so you convinced yourself that he had forgotten about it.

"I don't remember much from that night. Must have been the champagne."

Carlos leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, I think you remember perfectly well. Especially the kiss."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Playing dumb doesn't suit you," he said with a chuckle. "But fine, we'll pretend it never happened. For now."

"Good," you replied sharply. "Because I have no intention of discussing it."

"Maybe you're playing dumb because you want me to kiss you again," Carlos teased, making you throw your head back in frustration.

"I'd rather choke on my own spit, little bitch,"

"Ahh, missed hearing that," Carlos said, his tone cocky and satisfied with your frustration. You mentally cursed the elevator for taking so long to get to your fucking floor.

"You know what? I hope you don't find a seat for next season at all. You act like a total peacock when everyone knows you're basically unemployed right now," you spitted out before you could even think twice.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, his expression momentarily serious. "Low blow, Piastri. Even for you."

You held his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. "Just stating the obvious."

The elevator finally dinged, announcing your floor, and you stepped out swiftly, eager to end the conversation before it could escalate further.

Carlos Sainz had a way of getting under your skin like no one else, and the season had only just begun.

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It was a sunny day in Melbourne, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement. The Australian Grand Prix was always a favorite, and this year was no exception.

You felt good to be back home, you always felt proud when you saw Oscar on the track, but seeing him racing in your home country was something even more special.

Carlos was also back from his emergency surgery and ready to race again. And even though you would never admit it out loud, you were relieved to see him back and healthy. The news of his appendicitis had shocked you more than you’d expected, and you’d found yourself genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.

I'm just being a decent human being, you tried to convince yourself, It would be really scary if that happened to Oscar or Lando.

Walking through the paddock, you looked for a familiar face to hang out with before it was time for the track action to start, spotting Lando's back talking to someone you couldn't quite identify, you decided to approach him.

As you got closer, Lando shifted slightly, revealing the person he was talking to, Carlos.

He looked well, a healthy glow back in his cheeks, his smile easy and relaxed. He was wearing his team gear, the Ferrari red suiting him perfectly. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and despite the casual setting, he looked effortlessly handsome for someone who had a major surgery just two weeks ago.

Your stomach did a little flip. You hated to admit it, but lately your hatred towards Carlos had cooled down. Maybe it was the memory of that kiss, seeing him vulnerable after his surgery or the fact that he had been decent to Oscar so far. You couldn't deny that there was something about him that made you feel… softer.

However, you decided to ignore those thoughts and feelings every time they got to your head, because at the end of the day, there was no way he could ever feel or think the same way. It was better to keep hating each other.

Lando noticed you approaching and gave you a teasing grin. "Hey, YN! Look who’s back from the dead!"

Carlos turned to face you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Hey, Piastri," he greeted with a warm smile. "Back to your home turf, huh?"

"Yeah," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the flutter in your chest. "It feels good to be back."

Lando gave Carlos a pat on the shoulder. "I'll catch up with you later, mate," he said, winking at you before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

You stood there for a moment, awkward silence filling the air. Maybe he was still tired from what he had been through, but he didn't show any signs of cockiness or wanting to annoy you this time.

"You look well," you finally said, your voice softer than usual. "I'm glad you're back."

Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I heard you were worried about me."

"Don't let it go to your head," you replied quickly, though the usual bite in your tone was missing. You felt a bit embarrassed that he knew, "I’m just being a decent human being."

"Of course," Carlos said, his voice nonchalant, "Decent human being, sure."

"I’m serious," you insisted, though your voice lacked the usual edge. "But I am glad you’re okay. It must have been scary."

Carlos’s expression softened. "It was. But I had good doctors, and I’m ready to race again. Thanks for worrying."

There was silence again, and you noticed that this was the first time you and Carlos had an interaction that didn't include biting each other's heads off.

It felt nice.

"Well," you said after a minute of silence, "don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you had surgery. You're still on my watch."

"Wouldn’t have it any other way," Carlos smirked, "But for the record, it’s nice to see you care, even if you won’t admit it."

"Don't push your luck, Sainz," you warned, but there was a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"I wouldn't dare, Piastri."

"I should get going," you said, pointing towards the McLaren hospitality, "Good luck out there."

As you turned to walk away, Carlos's voice stopped you in your tracks.

You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"You know, this is the first time you don't call me a little bitch," Carlos said, a small playing on his face.

"What, you miss it already? Does it turn you own?"

"Maybe a little," Carlos chuckled, "Keeps things interesting."

You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face.

"Well, good luck out there, little bitch."

You didn't wait to see his reaction, but you knew he was grinning from ear to ear.

Later that day, Carlos crossed the finish line first and won the Australian Grand Prix, sending the crowd into a frenzy. You watched as Carlos celebrated on the podium, spraying champagne with Lando and Charles and holding up the winner's trophy with pride.

You swore you played it cool, but everyone around you noticed the huge smile on your face.

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"You're not my best friend," Lando said, sitting on the plush couch of your hotel room, watching as you put a sweatshirt on, "You've been replaced with an alien or an evil twin, there's no way you're YN Piastri."

"Can you quit being dramatic," you rolled your eyes at him, "It's no big deal."

"You're grabbing sushi with Carlos Sainz," he stressed, moving his hands to emphasize, "You hate Carlos Sainz, it's been an issue for me for the last year because both of you force me to pick sides and I have to make sure you don't kill each other. And now you're suddenly going on dates."

"This is not a date," you protested, "Don't even say that out loud, it's gross."

"Then what is it? Because he asked you out and you said yes, that's literally a date."

You didn't give him a reply right away, hiding behind your your busy hands as you pretended to adjust your sweatshirt.

Truth was, you didn’t have an answer, at least not one that made sense. You couldn't blame Lando for thinking you've been replaced with someone else, because you'd never accept anything from Carlos last year, let alone willingly grab dinner with him.

But here you were, about to head out to meet him.

"I just want free dinner," you shrugged, "And he offered to buy it, so I'm taking advantage of it."

"Sure, free dinner," Lando gave you a skeptical look, crossing his arms, "Because you’ve never had other options for free dinner before, right? Your brother is rich, he could buy you whatever you want."

You huffed, trying to sound annoyed but feeling a bit defensive. "It's just sushi, Lando. Stop making it a big deal."

"You know, it's okay if you like him," he said, his tone genuine. "I mean, I get why you're hesitant, but it's fine to have feelings for someone, even if it's Carlos Sainz."

"Are you out of your mind?" you immediately said, your voice sharper than intended, "We're talking about the little bitch, what on earth makes you think that I could have feelings for him other than disgust and irritation."

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're getting ready to get dinner with him, or that you were on the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was recovering from the surgery, or the time I almost caught you kiss-"

"God, just shut up," you interrupted him, "Oscar would understand. He knows I'm never going to get all lovey-dovey over Carlos."

"Oscar might buy whatever you tell him," Lando raised an eyebrow, "But that doesn't mean you're being honest with yourself. It's not the end of the world to admit you might have a crush."

"I do not have a crush on him," you insisted, your cheeks heating up. "It's just... complicated."

"Complicated how?" Lando pressed, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks pretty straightforward. You’re intrigued by him, he’s intrigued by you, and you both can’t seem to stay away from each other."

You let his words sink in, Lando might be a year younger than you, and often perceived as a carefree guy who didn't have a serious bone in his body. But in reality, he was a very wise person who understood the complexities of situations better than most.

That was one of the reasons why he was your best friend.

"Look, it’s not that simple," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "We have history, and not the good kind. I don't trust him, and I don’t think he trusts me either. We're just… trying to be civil for once."

"That's good," Lando stood up from the couch, sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Honestly I was tired of dealing with your constant bickering, if you didn't kiss and make up on your own, I was going to lock you up in a closet until you resolved it."

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After a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, you and Carlos walked back to the hotel. The sushi had been surprisingly good, and the conversation… surprisingly pleasant.

The bickering between you was still present, but this time it wasn't harsh or spiteful, it was playful and and light-hearted. The tension that usually accompanied your interactions had lessened, and you actually acted friendly towards each other.

"I still can't believe you made me try that weird seaweed thing," you said, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked.

"You loved it, admit it," Carlos chuckled.

"Maybe a little," you conceded with a small smile, "How did you know this place anyways?"

"I like reading restaurant reviews online," he shrugged, "It's a random hobby of mine, and I'm going to need those in case I don't have a job next year."

You paused, his words sinking in. Carlos joked about it, but you knew the uncertainty of his future in Formula 1 must be horrible. The sport is cutthroat, and the thought of not finding a seat to race must be weighing on him heavily. It made you think about Oscar, and how that could happen to him too.

"I'm sorry for saying that I hope you don't find a seat next season," you blurted out, feeling a pang of guilt. "You're right, that was low, even for me."

"Are you really apologizing, Piastri?" he teased, "First you cared about my health, now you apologize. What's next? You'll stop calling me a little bitch?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice behind it. "Don't push your luck, Sainz. Just take the apology and run with it."

"Alright, I'll take it," Carlos laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat, "You must be praying I stay just so you have an excuse to argue with me, aren't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, grinning. "I can argue with anyone."

"But you like arguing with me the most," he said, his voice softening.

You didn't reply, the truth in his words making your heart race. From the corner of your eye, you saw the satisfied grin on his face.

Soon enough you reached the hotel lobby, and once you walked through the doors you spotted Charles and Alexandra by the reception desk.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Charles called out, drawing the attention of Alex, who looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Just coming back from dinner," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. "What are you two up to?"

"We were just about to head up," Alexandra said, linking her arm with Charles's. "How was dinner?"

"Surprisingly good," Carlos said, glancing at you with a smirk.

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "This is new. You two actually getting along?"

"Don't get used to it," you said, rolling your eyes. "I just wanted free dinner."

"Right," Charles said, not convinced. "Well, we're heading up, you coming?"

You all piled into the elevator, the small space filled with a mix of comfortable silence and light conversation. When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out, Carlos following close behind.

"Goodnight, guys," Alex called out as the elevator doors closed, giving you a look that screamed 'TEXT ME ASAP'

Carlos walked you to your room, the hallway dimly lit and quiet. As you walked side by side, the occasional brush of his arm against yours sent small shivers down your spine.

"So, the only reason you agreed to come with me tonight was because you wanted free dinner?" Carlos asked once you reached your room.

"Exactly, what else do you think would make me want to spend an evening with you?"

Carlos chuckled, leaning against the wall beside your door. "I don't know, maybe my charming personality and good looks?"

"Charming?" you raised your eyebrows at him, "You're literally the most annoying person I know."

"Likewise, Piastri," Carlos shot back, his smirk widening, "But here we are, aren't we?"

"You really think you're that special, don't you?" you said, rolling your eyes.

"I know I am, querida," Carlos replied, stepping closer. "And you can't get enough of me."

You looked away from him, his stare suddenly becoming overwhelming. He was really close, as close as he was the night you kissed at Jimmy'z, and even thinking about it has your neck crawling away in sweat.

"See? You can't even deny it." Carlos grinned, his eyes locking onto yours again, his voice dropping an octave as he took another step closer.

"Don't get any ideas," you warned, but your heart was racing, and you were sure he could hear it.

"I can't help it," he said softly, his face now inches from yours. "You bring out the best in me, Piastri."

"I still hate you," you whispered, your breath hitching as he leaned in even closer.

"No, you don't," Carlos whispered back, his lips brushing against yours.

Before you could protest, he closed the distance and kissed you. It was gentle at first, tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn't, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense and filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you kissed him back, losing yourself in the moment. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a small smile playing on Carlos's lips.

"Goodnight, Piastri," he whispered, his voice husky.

Unable to move from your spot, you watched him walk through the corridor and disappear into the elevator doors, your mind still blurry about what happened just seconds ago.

You were fucked.

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A playlist full of pop classics played as you got ready for Lando's millionth win celebration.

He took the win at the Miami Grand Prix and the next following days were full of partying and champagne. You were beyond happy for him, and willing to put up with his multiple celebrations of his well deserved win.

This time, the setting was not that over the top, just a casual dinner at his place in Monaco with his close friends.

"Can I come in?" you heard after a knock on Oscar's guest bedroom, the place where you stayed when visiting Monaco.

"Sure," you replied, quickly meeting with your brother's figure.

Oscar entered the room, a casual grin on his face. He glanced around before his eyes settled on you. "Are you almost ready?"

"Yeah," you replied, adjusting an earring. "I hope this is Lando's last celebration, I can't keep up anymore.

"He's definitely on a roll," Oscar chuckled, "You know, Carlos is going to be there."

"I know," you said, looking away from him for a moment and trying to keep your tone nonchalant.

"You do?" Oscar raised a eyebrow.

"He's Lando's best friend, Osc, it's obvious he'll be there."

Oscar nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Right, of course. But you two have been getting close lately, haven't you? You didn't even come for his neck after Miami, and you always do that."

You sighed, knowing where this conversation was heading. There was no denying that there was something between you and Carlos, your friends might not know about the times you've kissed, but they definitely noticed the shift in your behavior towards each other.

You found yourself enjoying his company, looking forward to catch a glimpse of him every weekend and craving his touch. You don't know if he feels the same way, but the way he looks at you and finds ways to get you alone tells you he does.

Admitting this to Oscar felt like crossing a line, even though he had always encouraged you to be open about your feelings.

"We're just… getting along better. That's all," you muttered, "And you asked me to behave on social media this season, I'm trying to do that."

"That's bullshit, YN," Oscar shook his head, a teasing smile forming on his lips, "Come on, admit it. Maybe the real reason you didn't attack him this time is because you like him."

"Oscar, we're not having this conversation," you quickly became defensive, "I don't know why everyone insist on something that's far from the truth. I don't like Sainz."

"Sis, it's okay if you like him," Oscar said, his tone gentle but insistent. "You don't have to hide it from me."

You looked away, feeling conflicted. Ever since you first met Carlos, there was something about him that intrigued you, however, you were too caught up in convincing yourself that he would never see you as more than his brand new rival's sister. Things getting worse when his incidents with Oscar on track started and you took that as an opportunity to be reckless to him.

It was a self defense mechanism for your own feelings.

"It's complicated, okay?" you said, feeling vulnerable but knowing you could trust him, "We spent last year coming from each other's necks all the time, but now he's nice to me and I am too, we spend time together, we kiss. But at the same time, I feel like I can't trust him, that he's going to switch to little bitch mode again and I'll end up feeling stupid for potentially catching feelings."

"Holy shit you've kissed!" Oscar said, his eyes widening, "Lando was right all along."

"Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything," you threw your head back in frustration.

"Sorry, sorry," he put his hands up in defense, "But It's okay to feel confused. You can talk to me, you know. I'm your brother, and I just want you to be happy. I can tell that this is really bothering you."

You sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I just don't know what to do, Osc. One minute I think I might actually like him, and the next I'm terrified of getting hurt."

"Look, I know Carlos can be intense on track, but off track? He's a good guy," Oscar sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "When he's not trying to push me off the track, he's really supportive and a nice guy. There's a reason why Lando adores him. Plus, maybe he's figuring things out too."

You leaned into Oscar's side, grateful for his comforting presence. "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah, I do," Oscar nodded reassuringly. "And you deserve to give yourself a chance at happiness. If Carlos could make you happy, then why not see where it goes?"

"When did you become so wise?" you teased, giving him a small smile, "You're supposed to be my annoying little brother who picks his nose and runs around the house."

"Hey, I can be wise when I want to be," Oscar chuckled, giving you a playful shove, "But don't worry, I'll always be your annoying little brother, nose-picking and all."

You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease from your shoulders. "Thanks, Osc. I needed this."

"Anytime, sis," Oscar said warmly, giving you a quick hug. "Now, come on. Lando is probably drunk already and we haven't made it to his house yet."

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You're not sure how it happened, but Carlos' arm laid casually in the back of your chair as you chatted with those around you. His fingers gently brushed your bare shoulder from time to time, his thigh pressed to yours under the table.

Maybe it was the couple glasses of champagne you both had, you're not sure. But you definitely didn't want to move from your spot.

No one dared to say anything about it, but your friends had teasing grins at the sight. You knew you'll have to deal with them later, but you decided to ignore it for the night.

"Alright, I think I'm calling it a night," Oscar said as he got up from his chair, Lando immediately booed, "Are you coming, YN?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, you definitely didn't want to leave yet, feeling too comfortable in Carlos' presence. In addition to that, you haven't had a chance to get him alone, and that was enough to not want the night to end.

After a minute of silence from you, Carlos spoke up, "I can give her a ride home if she doesn't want to leave yet," he offered, his voice smooth and nonchalant.

"Oh, a private chauffeur service now, Carlos? How fancy," Max teased from across the table, making the entire group laugh.

Oscar hesitated, glancing between you and Carlos, his protective instincts kicking in. "Are you okay with that, YN?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with it," you met Oscar's eyes and nodded, "Or I can just crash here, Lando is too drunk to notice anyway, don't want to cause much trouble."

"It's really no trouble," he insisted, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure you get home safely."

Oscar seemed to relax a bit, though you could tell he was still a little uneasy. "Alright then. Just... be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, Osc," you replied, standing up and giving him a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As Oscar left, the group continued to tease and laugh. You always enjoyed when the drivers were in a casual setting like this one, where they could forget about competition and teams and just hang out and have fun.

You stayed glued to Carlos the entire time, getting even closer as the night went on, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, so you laid your head on his shoulder.

"You're falling asleep on me, hermosa," Carlos whispered to you, not moving your head from its place.

"I'm not," you protested, but at the same time you did a yawn escaped your mouth, which made Carlos laugh.

"Come on let's get you home," Carlos offered you his hand.

You took Carlos' hand, not even thinking twice about it. As you both stood to leave, your friends couldn't resist one last round of teasing.

"No funny business, Carlos," Charles called out, grinning widely. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "We have Oscar on speed dial."

"Yeah, don't make me come after you, that's also my sister," Lando added, too drunk to even make sense.

You laughed, waving goodbye to everyone as you and Carlos made your way out. The cool night air was refreshing as you walked to his car, your hand still in his.

The drive to Oscar's place was quiet but comfortable. Carlos kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console close to you. You found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way the streetlights played over his features.

At one point, Carlos glanced over and caught you staring. "You're staring," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

You felt your cheeks heat up but didn't look away. "Maybe I am," you replied, a teasing edge in your voice. "You have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, Piastri. Not at all."

When you arrived at Oscar's place, Carlos parked the car but you made no move to get out. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.

"Are you ready to stop pretending we hate each other?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice low and earnest. "Because I am."

His words hung in the air, causing your heart to skip a beat. The intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn't playing around or teasing you. He was being real and serious.

You took a deep breath, your eyes locking onto his. "Yeah, I am."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger. The world outside the car ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the way his kiss made you feel.

Carlos' other hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he pressed you closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding on as if letting go meant losing this moment forever.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Carlos' eyes searched yours, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"But… I'm not ready to stop calling you a little bitch, though."

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Summary: Adriana Fangio is 23 years old, and is the youngest grandchild of the five time world champion, El Maestro, Juan-Manuel Fangio. She's been slowly working her way up through karting and single seaters her whole life, winning glory at home in Argentina since she was a kid. All in the hopes of getting that precious seat in her beloved abuelo's sport. So, when Formula 1 announce their eleventh team, everything changes for her.

In more ways than just one.

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Argentina 2025 - Summer Break.

This feels weird, being still for three and a half weeks after so many of constant motion. Coming home to Buenos Aires feels so strange, she's not been home since February. It's been full steam ahead for months now. But, she's finally home, and she's not alone either. Felipe is still in bed, jet lagged from their flight out from Budapest on Sunday night. Adriana gets some omelettes going for breakfast. No one knows about them yet, that day in Spa is very much a secret still. She can feel her eldest brother's judgement already, not that she cares too much. While she's cooking, she hears Felipe getting out of the bathroom. Felipe joins her in the kitchen, dressed casually for the day. He wraps his arms around her waist, and kisses her cheek gently. ''Bom dia, Adri.''

Adriana plates up their breakfast, and says. ''Buen día, Feli.'' Felipe pours them some orange juice, and they sit down for breakfast. They discuss a beach day in Mar Azul just outside the city. ''It's not going to be full of paparazzi, is it?'' Felipe asks.

Adriana shakes her head, getting rid of her dishes. ''No, it's more private, mostly families go there. What do you say?''

Felipe says, wrapping his arms around her as she sits on his lap. ''I think I like your idea.''

They get ready to go to the beach, and jump in Adriana's new white Alfa Romeo car, they'll go to abuelo's grave tomorrow. The drive doesn't take too long, and is full of chatter. They arrive, and get changed. Adriana ties her wrap dress on over her dark blue bikini, and grabs her bag. ''Used to come here all the time with mama and papa.'' She says, taking Felipe's hand.

Felipe says, kissing her forehead. ''I can see why, it's beautiful here.'' They find a good spot, and get the sunscreen on. Then, they run into the water, it's warm and peaceful. They enjoy their time swimming, sticking by each other at all times. You'd never guess they were two famous racing drivers, today, they're a young couple enjoying time together. They get out of the water, and share a kiss as they walk back to their spot to dry off. ''Feli, are you happy with me?'' Adriana asks.

Felipe puts a hand on her thigh, and kisses her. ''Of course I am, Adri. It's him, isn't it? You're thinking about him?'' Adriana nods, running her hand up his arm. ''Sort of, I just... you make me so happy, and I don't want this to stop.'' Damian is one scar that won't fade, all that pain over a Formula Renault seat she beat him to nine years ago. Felipe assures her. ''I'm not him, I promise.'' She wraps her arms around him, and kisses him deeply. For once not caring who sees her do it.

They go and find some lunch, and go for a walk along the seafront, the pristine blue water lapping up at their feet as they walk the coast. Adriana slings her arm around Felipe's waist, he wraps his around her shoulders, and kisses her temple. This is who Adriana should have been with all along, and she'll always hate that Damian stole her first kiss from her, that kiss should have been for Felipe, not him. Looking up at her wonderful boyfriend, Adriana kisses his cheek, and says. ''I'm glad you're happy with me, Feli.''

Felipe kisses her again, something she'll probably never get used to. ''I'm glad you're happy with me too, Adri.'' This is a happiness she's not going to deny herself anymore.

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The following day, they go out to visit El Maestro's grave. Adriana has flowers for both him and abuela, Felipe has some Alfa Romeo hats. They place the trinkets at the headstones, simpler than one would expect them to be. ''We've made it, abuelo! We're doing so well!'' Adriana says.

Felipe says. ''I hope you're alright with your nieta dating a Brazilian, Señor y Señora Fangio.''

Adriana smiles, they are a bit of an odd couple in that way, but where's the issue with that? ''He is, Feli. They'd be more shocked that we're teammates and dating, actually.'' Abuela would also warn them of how much trouble they might get into for this, but she died two years after abuelo. ''A lot has changed since your day, Maestro.'' Felipe remarks.

They head home for some lunch, and get a movie on afterwards. Snuggling on the sofa together. They get a text from Fisichella, the one person they told about their summer plans, that some older Alfa Romeo cars are being shipped from Switzerland with their race gear. They're doing a media day at the Autodrome next week.

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Their media day comes soon, Adriana drives them down to the circuit, one that isn't on the calendar anymore, and hasn't been for decades. Maybe now there's two Argentine drivers, it's time to bring the racing back to Argentina? They park up, and get to their trailer to get readied for the day. Once in their racing gear, they go to their assigned cars. The 2021 and 2022 models of the Alfa Romeo. They're counted in, and cameras begin rolling. ''Hello, everyone, I'm Felipe Drugovich.'' Felipe begins them off.

Adriana says, smiling at him. ''And, I'm Adriana Fangio. And we're at Autodromo Buenos Aires today.''

Felipe says. ''We are going to be driving these cars around the track, the first Formula 1 drivers and cars to touch this track for decades.'' Their social media manager, Abigail, says. ''What you two are going to do is a sprint race, fifteen laps.''

They get ready, and get in the cars on the start line, the lights go out, and they take off around the track. Neck and neck the whole way. Felipe can't believe they don't race here every season, the track is perfect. Adriana just revels in being the second Fangio to drive here. They tick down the laps, and cross the line in a photo finish. They bail out at the same time. ''That was amazing, wow.'' Felipe says, putting his helmet down.

Adriana nods, pulling her gloves off. ''Yeah, can we add this to the calendar, please?''

Felipe says. ''Hopefully one day.'' They head to freshen up a bit, and do a short interview for the YouTube channel. Then, they're allowed to walk the track together. Able to feel abuelo with them here, even if they no longer get to race here properly.

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A few nights later, once the team personnel file out of the city, the couple can get back to being a couple again. Balancing this with work come Zandvoort is going to be a bitch, but they'll hopefully manage it without causing trouble. But, for tonight, they're dressed nice for a night out on the town, dinner and dancing. They get out into the beautiful evening, and drive to the restaurant. Some of Adriana's friends will be there too. They arrive, and find the group's table outside. Adriana smooths down her dress, and Felipe adjusts his blazer. They're not used to dressing up anymore, too long in team polos and racing suits. ''Adri, Feli! Good to see you!'' Lucia says, hugging them both.

Felipe says. ''Good to see you too, Lucia.'' The group order their drinks and meals, and eat while talking. ''When do you two head to the Netherlands?'' Benjamin asks.

Adriana checks her phone calendar. ''About eleven days now.'' Clara says. ''Can't wait for Interlagos, so we can see you both in person.''

Felipe smiles, and sips his drink. ''Shame we can't race there right away, I can't wait to finally race at home.''

Mateo finishes eating his meal, and says. ''Hope you two beat the Aston Martins, could not believe how dirty they drove in Spa.''

Adriana rolls her eyes, she and Felipe don't talk about Spa anymore, what's done is done, and Felipe came out unscathed. Thiago, not one to let go, says. ''Fernando is fine, it's the other one I was disgusted with.''

Delfina nods, and says. ''I'm just glad you're alright, Felipe.'' Felipe laughs, and takes his girlfriend's hand under the table. ''So are we, the weekend wasn't all bad though, was it, Adri?''

Adriana beams at her boyfriend. ''No, it wasn't.'' They pay for dinner, and head to the plaza to listen to some music and dance. Adriana shows Felipe how to do a decent Argentine Tango, his hands on her back, holding her close to him. He then shows her how to do a Brazilian Samba. A more fun and upbeat dance. They dance together just like they drive together, perfectly. They share a deep kiss, letting the plaza melt away. ''Eu te amo, Adriana.'' Felipe says, his hands slipping down to her hips.

Adriana places her hands on his chest, and says. ''Te amo tambien, Felipe.''

They get home an hour and a half later, and head to the bedroom. Adriana kisses her boyfriend again, kicking her heels off while ridding him of his jacket. Felipe unzips her dress, and her back hits the mattress in just the perfect way. He looks to her for permission to go ahead with this, she nods while running her fingers through his soft hair. They bring beautiful oblivion to each other tonight, staking their love for each other. After, they lie together, kissing each other until sleep finds them at last.

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A few slow days pass, filled with trips to markets, going around the city together, and trips back to Mar Azul. Late nights and slow mornings. They visit Adriana's family for dinner one night. Just in time for it to start raining. They almost forgot that it is technically winter here right now. Seven days until their little happy bubble ends. They get to bed, and their phones ding with texts from work. Fisichella is informing them of three upgrades to the car: new suspension, a new cooling system, and better brake pedals. They respond quickly, and get to sleep. Zandvoort looming larger each day.

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The rain cell clears three days before they're due to fly back to Europe. And, they take this as a final opportunity to drive into Mar Azul, and go to the beach. They'll need to be back in the gym as of tomorrow, training their bodies for the back stretch of the season. So, today is for them. It's just as beautiful and warm as it was the first time they came here, and quiet as well. They set up, and get the factor 30 on, before going for a swim. They come up for air, and head back to their spot to dry off. ''Have I told you how good you look today, minha princesa?''

Adriana leans over to kiss him, the red cutout swimsuit was intentional. ''Not too bad yourself, mi corazon.'' They dig into their picnic lunch, and relax under the sun. Adriana curls up at Felipe's side, he pulls her on top of him, bracing her with his legs, and kissing her while she knits her fingers into his hair. They break apart, Adriana says. ''You know, there could be paparazzi here, right?''

Felipe says, running his fingers up and down her spine, sending chills up her back. ''Yeah, I do, but a story kill wouldn't take long.'' Adriana traces this shoulder muscles gently. ''I love you.''

Felipe says. ''I love you too.'' He kisses her again, this time it feels hungry. That two hour drive home is going to be difficult, Adriana can feel it.

True enough, that drive home is difficult. Adriana's knuckles turning white as she tries to focus on the road. All the while Felipe's hand rests on her thigh. They somehow make it back to her apartment, and lock the door behind them before running to the bedroom. Felipe presses Adriana to the bed, kissing her neck with hunger. She rids him of his t-shirt, digging her fingers into his muscular back. ''Feli... Feli, te quiero...'' She says as he kisses her chest.

Felipe whispers in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers up her back. ''Dizes por favor.''

Adriana pants, enjoying the feeling of him untying her swim suit. ''Por favor, mi corazon.'' Now, he strips her naked, and she does the same for him. Finally, they take each other to paradise, laying claim to each other. Felipe lifts Adriana's leg onto his hip, digging his fingers into her thigh. She nips at his shoulder gently as he gives her pleasure she didn't know she deserved.

After, they lie together, legs tangled together. Utterly blissed out from today, Adriana kisses her boyfriend's neck, moaning softly as he massages her breast. ''I never want to leave this bed, you know? Those cars are great, but this is something else.'' Felipe says.

Adriana, still wired up, says. ''Who said we need to leave this bed today?'' He laughs, and presses his lips to her shoulder, nipping the skin there gently. ''I like how your brain works.''

Adriana says, moving them so he's pressed down to the bed. ''Good.'' She captures his lips in a kiss, and gets them going for round two. God only knows where all this has come from, but neither want it to leave.

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Three days later, they get driven to the airport, a long pair of flights ahead of them to Amsterdam. Back to work, back to needing to behave themselves. And, now they need to pretend this relationship doesn't exist for however long they're able. They can manage that, right? They board their first flight to New York, and find their seats in first class. Felipe is out instantly, always quicker to get to sleep than Adriana is. Adriana listens to music, and reads her book. This stage of the flight will last them nearly eleven hours. During dinner service, one of the crew members asks them. ''I can't help but feel like you two are familiar to me, are you two famous?''

Felipe nods, and says. ''We're Formula 1 drivers for Alfa Romeo, I'm Felipe Drugovich.''

Adriana introduces herself. ''I'm Adriana Fangio. We're teammates, and spent summer together.''

The woman seems interested in where they're going. ''Where are you two headed next, then?''

Felipe says. ''We're connecting to Amsterdam from New York.'' Adriana adds, elaborating. ''Then, we go to Zandvoort for the race.'' The woman says, surprised. ''Wow, interesting.'' She leaves them to eat.

They sleep the rest of the way to New York, and get off the plane. They find their bags, and their next gate for the seven hour flight to Amsterdam. They get boarded and seated in first class again, and wait for take off. The pilot gives the lecture, and they taxi down the runway. ''Back to work, Adri.'' Felipe says, sounding upset.

Adriana takes his hand. ''Back to work, Feli.'' The plane takes off, and they relax for the long flight across the Atlantic. They're served lunch, and eat before getting some more sleep. Wondering what awaits them at their first Dutch Grand Prix together.

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Netherlands - First Hints.

Their arrival in Zandvoort brings the good weather from Buenos Aires with them. Apparently it was raining all week, now it's gorgeous and warm. They play it casual walking into the paddock for media day, not holding hands, just talking excitedly about the race. For once, Adriana doesn't resent the boys' partners, sure, they get to hold hands and kiss in public. But, they don't get to share races with their boyfriends. Adriana does, she and Felipe get to be on track together for the rest of the year, and hopefully for much longer too. Adriana has her press conference with Alex, Oscar, Nico, and Kimi. So, she grabs something to snack on, and heads to the press room. Missing Felipe already, but she'll be fine. ''Good day and welcome back, we will be taking questions for the drivers now.'' It's now that Adriana hopes no one caught anything of their holiday in Buenos Aires. Someone asks Oscar about how he wants to improve his fourth in the championship. Nico gets questions about tutoring Gabriel. Alex gets asked about how well Williams have improved. Kimi gets some questions about his battle with Adriana and Ollie for Rookie of The Year. Finally, someone asks Adriana. ''Adriana, Alfa Romeo are bringing some big upgrades to Zandvoort, how are you feeling about the back end of the year for the team?''

Adriana says. ''I'm feeling great, we're ten points short of fifth in the constructors, and hopefully we can make up the gap this weekend. Felipe and I are a really good team, and we're here to put that car in good places.'' She prays no one notices the flush in her ears, because she can feel it.

Someone else asks her. ''Is it coming time that Fisichella sit you two down to discuss which of you is the number one driver?'' Adriana shakes her head, and says. ''No, like I said in Canada, we've asked to be given equal treatment and equal opportunity. I'd never live with myself if I got preferential treatment over him.''

Oscar jokes from down the sofa. ''Just no Silver War part two, y'know?''

Adriana laughs. ''No, I like what Felipe and I have together, we're going to be the opposite of the Silver War.'' Hopefully the boys don't read too much into that, or see the very faint flush she's sure has risen to her cheeks. It's good that her skin is a bit too dark for blushing to show up.

The next day is free practice, two sessions today and one tomorrow before qualifying. They somehow find some space for a very quick kiss before heading into the garage. They split up, talk to their engineers, and get ready to drive. Pietro and Eduardo head to the pit wall, and the drivers are released to the track. They're finding that power tracks suit their cars best. So, Zandvoort and Monza are going to be fun for the team. ''How are the upgrades feeling, Felipe?'' Eduardo asks his driver.

Felipe says. ''Feels great, the car feels so much better than it did in Hungary.'' He comes into the third sector. ''Is Adri saying the same?''

Eduardo affirms. ''Yeah, she's a tenth down on you, upgrades suit her fine too.''

Felipe smiles to himself, and says. ''Great, love to hear that.'' They could tell their crew, right? The team love them enough to be alright with them together, don't they?

After practice, they go for a short media round, and grab something to eat in the team's base. Enjoying some chicken salad wraps with mate. ''Should we tell the crew about us, Adri?'' Felipe asks once they're done with their meal.

Adriana sips her mate, thinking this over again. She's thought of very little else since that day in Belgium. ''Maybe after the race? I'm just scared of getting in trouble, I'm sure there's a thousand rules against this.''

Felipe says, placing a hand on her knee. ''I'm sure Alberto would know, he knows everything.'' They go to the garage, and find their Sporting Director. Not holding hands, they can't afford that this side of Sunday. They find Alberto talking to Chief Technical Director Wolfgang - the stern German engineer who designs their cars and upgrades. ''Alberto, can we talk to you quickly, please?'' Felipe asks.

Alberto says, nodding. ''Yeah, of course.'' They take him aside somewhere quiet, Felipe asks. ''Hypothetically, are there any rules in the racing code about F1 teammates dating each other?''

Alberto's face is stricken, but he manages to say. ''Not as far as I know, kids, why?''

Adriana says, thinking on her feet, something her boyfriend is much better at than she is it seems. ''We were just having a debate over lunch, idle chatter, Alberto, promise. Thanks for settling it!'' They head back to Felipe's motorhome, and crash on the sofa together.

Come race day, they're due to start from seventh for Felipe and eighth for Adriana. Qualifying wasn't exactly easy around this track, but they made it work. Adriana is just dressed up for work, and touches the picture of her abuelo she keeps on her table. The door to her driver's room opens, it's Felipe, also suited up for the race. ''Feli, what...''

Felipe holds her around the waist, and says. ''Just wanted a kiss from my girlfriend before we go racing, Adri.'' She smiles, and holds his shoulders. They kiss softly. Reining themselves in from more.

The race is physical from the start, but they're on lap 20 really quickly. The team are running a two stop strategy here, with one stoppers in the plans for Monza next week. They're holding positions really well, sticking close together, and keeping their eyes up front. They come out from their double stack on lap 35 with Felipe in sixth, and Adriana running two tenths down in seventh. ''Doing well, Adriana, just keep it on the track, and stick with Felipe.''

Adriana swallows some of her drink, and says. ''Sounds like a plan to me, Pietro.''

They maintain position on their new mediums until lap 50, well ahead of the next drivers below them. They pit one last time on lap 52 for new mediums, and get stuck into a battle against Lando and Oscar for fifth and sixth. Adriana nails the overtake on Oscar into turn four for sixth, and Felipe gets fifth from Lando. Adriana pulls clear of Lando herself, and the Alfa Romeos get going, with the Ferraris in their sights. ''Good work, Adriana.'' Pietro says.

Adriana says, finally able to breathe properly again. ''That was stressful.'' Now, they have to bring this home and take care of their tires.

The laps tick down with them running in fifth and sixth. Then, finally, they take the flag together. Felipe in fifth, and Adriana in sixth. The closest they've been to a podium all year. First race back from summer, and as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Felipe has a short interview with Sky after his round in the pen. Jenson claps him on the shoulder, and Danica gives him a polite smile. ''Felipe, fifth place, Alfa Romeo's best finish of the season, how does that feel coming from summer break?'' Jenson asks him.

Felipe says, smiling ear to ear. ''It's amazing, the engineers are doing such a good job. Kind of surprised myself today, the race was just perfect from the start for both of us.''

Jenson says. ''This lineup with you and Adriana is just turning into gold, how has driving together with her aided this charge for you?'' Felipe drinks some water, smiling brightly. ''She's just... a dream, she really is. I'd not race with anyone else.''

Danica asks him, he knew she'd say something stupid, she always does. ''You say that, but how much of this do you feel is due to her name? As the grandchild of a five time champion.'' Felipe grips his microphone tighter, raising an eyebrow at that question. How dare she even think that, let alone ask that? ''Adriana is incredible, she's more than earned all of this, and I'll hear no one say that this is because of her name. She used her mother's name until this year. If you're looking for me to insult someone so important to me, you're going to be really disappointed.'' He cuts the interview short, and re-joins Adriana. She has tears in her eyes, she was listening to that interview. Silently, he takes his crying girlfriend into his arms. ''It's not true, what she said, any of it.''

Adriana croaks out. ''Then, why did she say it, Feli?'' Felipe cradles her perfect face in his hands, and dries her eyes. ''Because she's a bigoted idiot, Adri. NASCAR got to her head.''

Adriana asks, golden brown eyes still misty with tears. ''Are you sure?''

Felipe nods, kissing her forehead. ''About you? Always.''

They relax in his motorhome that evening, that woman's question must be lingering in Adriana's head, because she clings to Felipe all evening for comfort. She falls asleep on his chest while they're watching a movie. Felipe just runs his fingers through her hair, and lets her know he's here. His phone buzzes on the side table. ''Ciao.''

It's Pietro, he's worried. ''Felipe, thank God, is Adriana alright? That woman's question must have hurt her.''

Felipe says. ''She's alright, Pietro. She's asleep on me right now, we needed some quiet.''

Pietro says, relieve for his driver. ''Good, I'm glad she's with you. See you tomorrow.''

Felipe nods, and says. ''See you tomorrow.'' And hangs up, he kisses his girlfriend on the head, and joins her in sleep. Ready for whatever's to come in Monza.

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Monza - The First Reveal.

Here they are, Monza, one of the big four tracks on the calendar. The last of the big four races as well. Francesca said the weather forecast looks good for this weekend as well, perfect sun and warmth. This weekend, Adriana has a new addition to her helmet, something she should have done ages ago really. But, her helmet artist in Spain was all too happy to fly out to add it on. Her new addition is her new personal motto, in the colours of her home, across the back of the helmet: ''Prove Them Wrong'' will be displayed for the rest of her career. The grid are sitting down to a late lunch while rookie tests are going on, when Boris delivers the new and improved helmet to Adriana in its black bag. ''How much do I owe you, Boris?''

Boris answers. ''Two hundred euros.'' Adriana nods, and does the money transfer on her phone before hugging him. ''Muchas gracias, mi amigo.''

Boris smiles at her. ''De nada por todos, mi amiga.'' He returns to the garage. Adriana takes her updated helmet out. He's added some silver glitter to the five stars on the chin of her helmet, and gold glitter the Sol De Mayo on the crown. Her 24 is in dark blue as always. The motto is in bold lettering with some filigree details. ''Prove Them Wrong, Adriana?'' Pierre asks her.

Adriana nods, and says. ''My new motto, felt necessary after what that bitch said about me in Zandvoort.''

Alex asks, looking interested in her helmet design. ''What are the stars for?''

Adriana says, placing it on the table to save her arms. ''Two things: my Argentine Karting Cup wins, and my abuelo's five championships.'' The colours: white, blue, sapphire, gold, and silver are for home. ''I love that motto, it fits you so well.'' Max says.

Adriana puts it back in the bag. ''Thank you, Max.''

After lunch, she and Felipe head back to the garage to oversee their cars. Pepe jumps out of Felipe's car, and Aurelia bails out of Adriana's. The cars are in one piece. ''How did you find it?'' Felipe asks Pepe.

Pepe says, pulling his gloves off. ''Great, a lot more intense than F2.'' Aurelia, nodding in agreement, says. ''Yeah, these are so much faster than our Academy cars.''

Adriana says, putting her new helmet on its shelf. ''You two did such a good job. Feli, would you say we finally have our reserves?'' They're being given special dispensation to have two reserve drivers so Adriana can be backed up by a fellow woman if she needs to be. ''I'd say so, Adri, yes.''

Fisichella surfaces from the offices upstairs. ''Welcome aboard, guys.'' He takes them for a tour of the Alfa Romeo base camp, and the drivers go for a track walk. They're by themselves, so they risk holding hands. Adriana is certain some of the grid are onto them by now. The team have to know something is up as well. But, who could tell? They've been like this with each other since day one. Those two karting kids who found each other because no one else wanted to hang out with them. Maybe the others should've driven faster, then. They follow the track to Variente Ascari. ''Abuelo was good friends with Ascari, he was at abuelo and abuela's wedding.''

Felipe squeezes her hand, and says. ''Your family should write a book of all the stories you've all been part of.'' Abuelo would have done that, including the kidnapping in it would have made book sales skyrocket. He just never thought it was necessary. He was wrong, Adriana would have loved to have his stories on hand for this rookie season.

Adriana nods, she hadn't thought of that before. ''Maybe uncle Alfonso, he's always fancied himself a writer. Papa's too busy with his property business.'' Adriana's father is the last of seven, born the year after abuelo's last title. She is the surprise baby of a surprise baby. And, fiercely proud of it too. They come around Parabolica, and back to the garage. ''How are you, princesa? After Zandvoort?'' Felipe asks her.

Adriana turns her ring on her finger. ''A bit better, just... what she said... I can't shake it off for some reason.'' Felipe takes her into his arms, and assures her again. ''She's wrong, don't listen to people full of hate.''

Adriana nods, and says. ''But, why did she have to say it at all?'' Felipe kisses her head. ''Because she's full of hate. But, I'm not, I love you, and promise you she's wrong.''

Adriana sniffles, smiling with misty eyes. ''I love you too, corazon.'' Fisichella interrupts their kiss. ''About time you two admitted it to each other. Go on, when did this start?''

Felipe bashfully says. ''Spa.'' Giancarlo laughs, like an amused father more than a hard-as-nails former driver and team principal. ''Thought as much. Just, one tip, okay? Keep this professional while you're in the paddock. No funny business.''

Adriana nods, and assures their boss. ''We will, Fisi, promise.''

After the race, where they finish a respectable eighth and ninth to boost their place as fifth in the constructors, the duo call a brief team meeting in the garage before teardown. Where they finally come clean about the relationship. The team seem happy for them, and supportive of the relationship that's blossoming between them. After the meeting, they head to Adriana's motorhome to pack their stuff for their train to Milan. It's time to finally set up her apartment for her use.

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They spend a couple of days in Milan, shopping for furniture and different things she'll need for the apartment. Having things shipped to the penthouse from a nice furniture shop in the city. Once everything is taken care of, they get the place set up at last. That takes them about two and a half days. Adriana finishes setting her new bedroom up, and then it's all done. She's officially living in both Milan and Buenos Aires. The cities are so similar in a lot of ways, so it's perfect. Less crowded than Monaco at any rate. ''Happy, Adri?'' Felipe asks her.

Adriana nods, leaning against him as he holds her from behind. ''Yeah, Feli, happier than I thought I'd be. Are you happy?'' She always worries if Felipe isn't as happy with her as she is with him. Especially after what Damian did to her. ''Of course I am.'' He means it, as he always does. They leave for Baku in two days. Starving after their busy day, they order some dinner in from a pizza place, and open a bottle of wine. ''Counting down to Interlagos yet?'' Adriana asks her boyfriend.

Felipe smiles wistfully, his first race at home in his permanent car. ''Yeah, now we're basically done in Europe, I'm just excited for Brazil.'' Adriana takes another slice of pizza, something no one tells you about this job, you're always hungry. ''It's weird, isn't it? Aside from Austin and Interlagos, we're done with the really good tracks now.''

Felipe asks her, sipping his wine. ''What do you think abuelo and abuela would say about our tracks now?''

Adriana puts her glass down. ''Abuelo would love them, papa said he always felt like their calendar was too short. Abuela would just tell us to be careful and not crash.'' She never met her grandparents, but she's heard enough to know what she's talking about. ''Well, except for Spa, we've done that.''

Adriana nods, and laughs. ''Long may that continue.'' They finish up with dinner, and get to bed right away, too tired for anything else tonight.

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Baku - First DNF.

Their flight from Milan lands in Baku, a private flight with Fisichella and the reserves. They taxi into the airport, and get off the plane. The race is in three days' time. Technically, the Alfa Romeo quartet shouldn't have traveled together for safety reasons. But, Pepe and Aurelia insisted on flying with them, and Felipe and Adriana refuse to travel without each other. They get through customs, and get into their cars. The drive to the hotel is short. The city is beautiful, a weird patchwork of medieval and modern, and somehow it works. Once at the hotel, they check in, and head up to their rooms. The team are trusting Felipe and Adriana to share a room for the rest of the year, as long as they're not getting up to anything. They're adults, they know better than that. They get in, and unpack for the weekend. ''How much longer do we wait to announce this to everyone else?'' Felipe asks, sitting down on their bed.

Adriana sighs, hanging her jacket up by the door. ''I was thinking during our group dinner in Singapore. But, I'm not sure.'' She's certain the others are starting to get a clue about them. They've been so good about keeping this quiet. Not holding hands or kissing in the paddock as much as they can.

Felipe says, taking her hand, and kissing it. ''I think that sounds perfect, Adri. Now, we have two hours until our GPDA meeting.'' Adriana smiles, and joins her boyfriend in bed. They are nothing if not insatiable for each other lately.

Somehow, they make it to the meeting in time, looking no worse for wear after their love making. At least, not in a way anyone would notice. The Alfa Romeo jackets get zipped up, and they head in for the meeting. Sitting near Franco and Gabriel. George does the normal preamble, and presents his powerpoint on what they discussed in Hungary. They discuss some issues they've had with scheduling and the timings of red flags and safety cars. A near constant point of contention they have. With that out of the way, George asks, looking suspiciously at Adriana's neck. ''Is there anything else we want to discuss? Anything... interesting?''

Adriana makes a mental note to get Felipe to go for her shoulders next time. ''No, not as far as I'm concerned.''

Like the annoying brother he is, Franco asks. ''Then, what's that bruise on your neck, Adri?''

Gabriel remarks. ''I'd look to her teammate with the red face, Franco.'' George asks them, a slight smirk on his face. ''Are you two a thing?'' Felipe nods, and confesses. ''Yes, since Spa.''

Adriana says. ''There's no rules against it, and the team are fine with it, so...''

Fernando calms the room down, and says. ''We've been waiting for this, calm down. We wondered when this would happen.''

Felipe requests, the flush in his face dying down, much more visible on his than on Adriana's. ''Just... don't tell the media, please? We wanna do that on our own.''

George assures them. ''Secret's safe with us, don't worry. And, congratulations.''

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Free practice is on Friday, the drivers arrive, get suited up, and get into their cars to put their laps in. In the first session, Felipe comes eleventh, reporting some struggles in the castle section. Adriana is thirteenth, finding the same struggles. Then, in the second session, Felipe improves to tenth, finding a new potential racing line to take. Adriana stays in thirteenth, catching some glare in her visor coming back into the start straight. They get back to the garage, and bail out of their cars. After a chat with their engineers, they head for showers, and get changed into team casual clothes. They head out of the paddock for their car, but are stopped by some kids for autographs. ''Good to see some of our fans here, did you enjoy watching practice?'' Felipe asks.

A little boy, Amir, his name is. ''Yeah, we're here with our school, the cars are so fast!''

A young girl, with the name 'Fatima' on her name tag, asks Adriana. ''Can I drive like you, Miss?''

Adriana smiles, this is what she wants to be asked, not inane questions about her driver dynamic with her boyfriend. ''Of course you can, Fatima. If you do well, and work really hard, you can be in this sport too. Just call me 'Adriana', please.''

A boy called Yusuf asks them. ''Is driving scary?'' Felipe answers this one, having driven single seaters longer. ''Sometimes, but it's really fun.''

They head back to their hotel room for some rest before dinner, these days drag on for ages sometimes.

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Qualifying on Saturday doesn't go entirely to plan, both of them being knocked out of Q2. Felipe starting in thirteenth, and Adriana in fifteenth. Not where they're used to, but they've been better on permanent tracks this year. Monaco wasn't great for them either. Street tracks are a totally different beast from proper tracks. But, it's their job to turn these start positions into gold. So, they can only try their best to do that. They wait on the grid for the lights. ''Radio check, Adriana.'' Pietro says.

Adriana responds. ''I can hear you, Pietro, loud and clear.''

Pietro says, advising her from the pit wall. ''Okay, just keep your eyes up.''

Adriana says, placing her hands on the wheel. ''Will do.'' The lights go on, and then it's time to race. The first laps are a bit chaotic, but no one crashes somehow. Adriana is racing the Haas cars of Oliver Bearman and Esteban Ocon. Felipe is up ahead doing battle with Fernando and Lance in their Aston Martins. The laps tick up slowly, but the formation doesn't seem to change any, such is the nature of street races. ''Adriana, you are one tenth faster than Ocon, and will get your wing open next lap, just hold on.'' Pietro says.

Adriana says, her left hand cramping up for some reason. ''Yeah, got it, thank you.''

The duo are in a heated battle until lap 22, when Adriana feels an almighty impact on her rear diffuser, in one single moment, she's sent down the escape road, and comes to a dead stop. Her heart is in her throat, she can't breathe. ''Adriana? Adriana, come in, please.'' Pietro says.

Finally, Adriana comes back into herself. ''I'm fine, just scared me. What's happened?''

Pietro says. ''Rear damage, retire the car, and come back to the garage.'' The medical car and tractor comes for her and her car. The medics do a quick check, and drive her back to the pitlane, finding no concussion or injuries. Her car is removed, and returned to the garage. The safety car allows the rest to pit for fresh tires while Adriana is checked over in her driver's room. She's given the all clear, and some painkillers, and changes out of her racing gear. ''Are you okay, Adriana?'' Aurelia asks her.

Adriana nods, taking a seat to ease the pain in her back. ''Yeah, Aurelia, I'm fine.'' The race goes green again, and Felipe jumps on the offensive against Ocon. Exacting some revenge for putting her out of the race. ''Feli... please, don't.'' Adriana pleads with him from afar. The last thing the team needs are two cars to fix ahead of Singapore. Pepe says to her. ''I think your boyfriend has stopped caring, Adriana.''

Adriana says, half groaning. ''That's what I'm afraid of, Pepe.'' She loves her boyfriend more than anything on this Earth, but he really needs to behave himself. She'd hate it if he got in trouble for her sake.

Felipe comes tenth, two points for the team, it could've been more had Adriana been able to back him up, but shit happens. Felipe runs over to Adriana, and asks her. ''You're not hurt, are you?'' Worry deep in his eyes.

Adriana shakes her head. ''No, I'm fine, Feli. Just a bit shaken up.'' He kisses her hands gently, and heads for media. The medical team got Adriana excused from media so as not to stress her out after her anxiety attack in the car. So, she sits in her room, and waits on Felipe to get done with his media rounds.

After media, they get back to the hotel. They had wanted to go and grab some dinner together, but Adriana needs her rest. They change into more comfortable clothes, and order some dinner up to their room. ''So much for date night, huh?'' Adriana says.

Felipe hands her her chicken curry bowl, joining her in bed with his own. ''It still is date night, princesa, just a different date night.'' They get a movie on, and eat their dinner. ''I guess you're right, corazon.''

After their movie is over, they curl up together, and get some sleep. The city still buzzing away outside, teardown in progress for Singapore. And, repairs probably being done to Adriana's blown diffuser. But, the couple don't care one bit right now, too busy sound asleep after a really emotional and stressful day.

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The team flies out of Baku on Tuesday evening for a ten hour flight to Singapore. On the plane to Singapore, Adriana updates her scrapbook. Adding the stuff from Zandvoort, Monza, and Baku to it. It's getting really nice now, with seven races left to archive things from. Felipe, Pepe, and Aurelia are playing Mario Kart across the aisle. ''Ugh, how do you always win, Felipe?'' Pepe says, exasperated.

Felipe laughs, and says. ''Skill.''

Aurelia asks Adriana. ''Do you wanna play, Adri?'' Adriana looks up from her work on her scrapbook, and says. ''I'm busy, but thank you anyway, Aurelia.'' The scrapbook is done for now, so Adriana gets her earphones in, and pulls out her book. Giancarlo tells them over dinner that they have a re-fueling stop in Delhi halfway through the flight, and to get some sleep. He also warns Felipe and Adriana of how rough Singapore can get, and they hang on his every word.

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Singapore - The Hardest Race.

Why does Singapore need to be so hot? Why is it so damned humid here? And, why the hell are they being made to race like this? Of all the places they go to nowadays, abuelo would hate this the most. The heat, the street track, the night race. Argentina around this time of year is warmer, but at least there's a nice trade wind to cool everything off. The race is in four days' time. And, only now has the jet lag begun to wear itself off. Everyone is struggling right now, the air conditioning has been turned up to maximum in the hotel, and plenty of cold drinks and ice cream are on stock for everyone. Felipe and Adriana have tossed the duvet off of their bed. The only drivers sharing a room, and they'd have it no other way. Adriana finishes with a cold shower, and changes after drying off, opening the windows of their hotel room. Felipe gets back from talking to Gabriel. ''Feels nice in here, cannot wait to get out of here.'' He kisses Adriana's cheek.

Adriana brushes her wet hair, and blow dries it before tying it up off of her neck. ''I know, could not believe it when we got off the plane. We're racing at night in this too.''

Felipe asks her. ''Has Fran said anything about this humidity breaking over the weekend?''

Adriana sits on an armchair, scrolling through her texts with their head of strategy. ''Hang on.'' She stops scrolling, and says. ''It's due to get worse for practice and qualifying, but ease off a bit for the race.''

Felipe says, lying down on the bed. ''At least our cooling system works well, I heard from Bearman that Haas are worried about theirs for this week.''

Adriana says, cursing how tempting her boyfriend looks right now, in his shorts and team t-shirt, it just had to be stiflingly hot and humid, didn't it? ''That doesn't surprise me.'' It's getting dark already, but they're just starting their day. They head down for lunch, at six in the evening. None of the others look pleased about the humidity either. Lewis looks fed up already, and they've not even raced yet. ''Don't suppose we could go on strike, could we?'' Liam asks, digging into some pasta.

Franco says, running a hand through his hair. ''Good idea, Liam, let's all fly to Austin.''

Lewis, the voice of reason for the group, says. ''We'd all get in trouble, we're stuck with this.'' He changes the subject. ''Heard a certain someone we hate is back from her sabbatical this week.''

Felipe sits down at the table next to Gabriel. ''Oh, is she now? Stick her on the track, I'll run the bitch over. It's what she deserves.'' Adriana smiles, not the beaming one she gives Felipe, or the scheming one she gives media, a kind of tranquil one no one's seen before. ''No, Feli, besides, you'll get banned. I'll just tell her not to mess with racing royalty, or to go into Buenos Aires.''

Gabriel says, ever an enabler. ''Bring us into the interview with you, Adri, please?''

Adriana says, that cheeky glint in her eyes. ''Oh, absolutely.'' Fernando proposes to the table, the elder who everyone listens to. ''We could refuse to talk to her at all, there's also that option.''

Felipe downs some water. ''I think I like that idea, Nando.'' They all agree to it, to put that woman firmly in her place.

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The following evening is media rounds, still hot and humid, and everyone's tempers are a bit short today. They could do with a good electric storm this weekend, even if it would hamper the racing. Adriana is taken for a conference with Lando, Max, Fernando, and Franco. They discuss the normal stuff; racing, calendar, championships. Then, someone asks them. ''Question for all the drivers. Danica Patrick has been allowed to return to media duties after her comments at Zandvoort, what's the mood in the room about that?''

Fernando speaks first. ''I think it's a shame, someone who has so badly hurt one of our family being allowed back. Sky had the perfect chance to fire her, and they didn't.''

Lando picks his mic up next, jaw set in anger. ''I agree, I saw Adriana crying from my own interview, and just wanted to hug her. I'm glad Felipe was there.''

Max nods, and says, his voice carries furthest. ''We all know how hard Adriana has worked, I'd say she's worked harder than us boys have, and Danica's ignorance has no place here.''

Franco is less diplomatic, as always, but they adore him for it. ''I think she's an idiot who should've stayed in NASCAR, all those ovals got to her head.''

Adriana sniffles, her eyes welling up from all the support she's getting. ''God... thank you, boys, for the kindness. I think the bottom line of it is; I know my journey, I know my worth. Envy is one hell of a thing; I made it, she didn't, but she had her own journey.''

They get done with press, and get back outside, Lando proposes grabbing some ice cream together, and they follow his lead. Adriana feels a warmth settle in her chest, the same one she felt in Australia at the start of the year. Abuelo is with her, and he's proud of her. ''You okay, Adriana?'' Max asks her.

Adriana nods, and says, spooning some of her ice cream - raspberry and chocolate as always. ''Yeah, just felt my abuelo with us for a minute.''

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Qualifying is a bit of a mess, Felipe due to start sixteenth, and Adriana just ahead of him in fifteenth. They get back to the hotel after media for a cold shower. Praying that the weather forecasts were right. They change quickly, and order something to eat. Thankful that this is the last night race until Vegas, and that there's no more humidity on the calendar. They eat while watching a movie, and get some well earned rest together.

#####

The race starts at half past seven local time, so they're given the wake up call from reception at three. They've slept through the heat of the day, but it's far from a cool evening. After a quick breakfast together, they get down to the paddock. Team meetings are held over lunch. Then, it's time to gear up for battle. Alfa Romeo are running a one stopper, beginning on hards, and closing the race on mediums. Adriana and Felipe manage a sneaky kiss away from the cameras before they split up to their ends of the garage. They get ready, and get into their cars. They're pushed into their grid spots, and get radio check done. ''Pietro, has Fran said the weather will break or not?'' Adriana asks.

Pietro says. ''Should get easier towards the end of the race, Adriana, yeah.''

Adriana adjusts her gloves. ''Cool, thanks.'' The lights go off, and the race begins. Sixty three laps, in this humidity. Adriana has Felipe in her sights, but wants no part in fighting him on this tight track. So, she focuses on Bearman's Haas in fourteenth. This mini battle lasts for about fifteen laps. Adriana keeping her position, four positions shy of points. But, all she cares about is making it out of this race in once piece. ''You are four tenths down on Bearman, Adriana.'' Pietro informs her.

Adriana says. ''Felt as much, yeah. Where's Felipe?''

Pietro says, after a few seconds of silence. ''Three tenths down on you, hold position for now.''

On lap 36, there's a collision between Stroll and Gabriel, bringing out the safety car for three laps while they clear the damage and evacuate the drivers. ''Is Gabriel alright?'' Adriana inquires after her friend. No doubt Felipe is asking Eduardo the same thing.

Pietro says. ''We do not know yet, but Edo and I will inform you both when we know more, promise.''

Adriana says, making sure she's not speeding. ''Okay, thank you.'' The safety car period ends, and they get back to racing speed. As the laps tick up to 41, both Alfa Romeos are due for their pit stops. On lap 41, Felipe dives down the pits for his stop, the lower qualifier always stops first among them. Then, the next lap is Adriana's turn. ''Box for fresh tires, Adriana.'' Pietro instructs her.

True to strategy, she does as told, diving down the pitlane from fourteenth. The crew put her mediums on, and she gets back out onto the track. ''Muchas gracias.'' She gets back on with her race, Felipe just behind her. There's no way they're scoring points this race, they'd already need to be in the top eleven for this to be possible. But, this is experience gained for next year.

On lap 56, the tires begin to blister for both of them, so they are called for a double stack for softs. They come out in the same positions they went in at. ''Not the plan we discussed, but it'll need to do.'' Pietro says.

Adriana says to her engineer. ''We've got to be adaptable, Pietro. At least we'll both bring the cars home this week.''

And bring them home, they do. Felipe in fifteenth, and Adriana in fourteenth. They park up in parc ferme, and get out of their cars. Their ice baths await them just outside their driver's rooms. A screen in front of theirs for privacy. They get their racing gear off, and get into the cold water in just their underwear. ''That was hell on Earth.'' Felipe says.

Adriana relaxes against his chest. ''Yeah, I'll be glad to get to Austin.'' She leans up to kiss him gently, relieved that the race is finally over. After their ice baths, they slip into flip flops and bathrobes. Then, get changed for media rounds.

#####

They take an extra couple of days to unwind after the race, due to fly out to Austin on Wednesday afternoon. But, tonight, Felipe and Adriana are going on a date, to make up for the date night they missed in Baku. Dressed in light summer clothes, but still looking a million bucks, they make the walk to the restaurant they made reservations at for tonight. They get in and seated, ordering some fish soup for a starter with white wine. ''Glad we've been able to actually do this this time.'' Adriana says.

Felipe assures her, taking her hand over the table. ''Baku wasn't your fault, Adri, you needed rest from the incident.''

Adriana says, finishing her starter. ''I guess you're right.'' They order chili crab for their main dish, and eat. The heat of the meal doesn't bother them, being South American gives you a bit of immunity. ''Looking forward to Austin, corazon?''

Felipe nods, ordering their dessert for them. ''Yeah, I am, looking forward to being back in our timezone too.'' Adriana nods, sipping her water. ''I just hope we're respected there, from what I've read in the news lately, the southern states aren't exactly kind to South Americans.''

Felipe bites his lip, he's read the same headlines, and no doubt the FIA are putting every measure in place to keep the four of them safe and looked after. ''I know, but we'll be safe, the scandal if we weren't would be horrible.''

Adriana says. ''I hope you're right, Feli.'' They finish dinner, pay for their meal and drinks, and head back to the hotel. They fly out to Austin tomorrow afternoon, with a connecting flight in Hawaii. Both private flights, but the travel time is almost twenty hours. So, they need to rest up for the flight.

#####

The couple, Pepe, and Aurelia meet Fisichella in the lobby, he does head count, makes sure they've got everything, and they get going to the airport. They board the first of their two planes to Hawaii. Felipe plays chess with Pepe, Aurelia reads a book, and Adriana updates her scrapbook with her memories and trinkets from Singapore. Six races left, plus three sprints, then they're on winter break. Where on Earth has that time gone already? It feels like just yesterday they were in Melbourne getting into Q3 on first race, Felipe was getting his first points that weekend too. China, and Adriana's first points, feels so recent. Their first kiss in Spa only feels a few hours ago, and now they've been together for nearly three months. ''Are you alright, Adriana?'' Giancarlo asks her, looking up from his emails on his laptop.

Adriana nods, skimming through her scrapbook. ''Yeah, just... wondering where the time has gone, that's all.''

Their team principal laughs, a fatherly laugh, the same one her papa has. ''I felt the same when I was racing, Adriana, you get on track for that first race, then you blink, and the season is mostly over.''

Adriana asks her boss. ''Do you ever get used to the rush of time?'' Giancarlo says, bluntly. ''No, not really.''

They're served lunch, and watch some movies together before the night lights go on, and they get some rest. Adriana doesn't sleep, but she does look out her window. At the ocean and islands passing below them. This world is so beautiful, and she's grateful to be in a place where she can see it for herself. Felipe moves to be next to her, and kisses her head. ''You should sleep, princesa.'' He says. Adriana nods, shuts her blind, and rests her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. ''Eu te amo, Adriana.'' He says.

She whispers, kissing his hand. ''Te amo tambien, Felipe.'' Finally, she shuts her eyes for the next few hours until breakfast service. Austin drawing closer as they all sleep, but that doesn't matter for the time being. The hardest weekend of the calendar is finally over, thank God. Adriana dreams of telling her younger self about this life she's living now, and the legacy she's in charge of. It used to scare her, but now it's comforting, her abuelo's careful eye in the sky.

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And, that's part two done and dusted! I'm feeling like this will be part two of three now. Wanted to let these four races breathe a bit more than the races in part one, since I was focusing on fewer of them. The big thing here was the challenge for Felipe and Adriana of balancing their racing career together with their new relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. A bit of a difficult balance to strike I'd imagine, but one that they somehow find amidst the chaos.

I also wanted to focus on how they spent summer break together, just shut up in Buenos Aires together having a nice time as a young couple in love rather than needing to be serious racing drivers.

Enjoy!

[museumgiftshoperaser]

80s New York Art Scene AU for @steddiebang Now on AO3

Written by me with art by @melonalemonade & @dreaminginpencil Beta'd by @lihhelsing & Nevertheless

If Eddie had known that sharing his art studio with Robin would include her buddy Steve, he never would’ve offered it in the first place. There. He said it. If that makes him a bad friend, so be it. Because Steve is around all the time. Pastel and prissy. Sculpted from marble, yet dressed like a Macy’s mannequin. Always hovering. They got Robin’s potters wheel up the stairs last week, a three man effort he can still feel in his lower back, and now she’s fucking teaching him. Full on, arms wrapped around his waist, hands guiding hands. Someone grab him a bucket, ‘cause Eddie’s about to throw up. He’s not even good at it. Steve can barely get the hump of clay centered on the wheel and he refuses to get stains on his clothes. It’s fucking clay. It comes out in the wash. Steve’s shirtless approach to pottery is borderline offensive to the arts.

More information under the cut:

The posting date is less than two weeks away and I'm beyond excited to start sharing this fic with you guys! I've been working on it since January and it's the longest thing I've ever written. This story is absolutely drowning in 80s neo-expressionist art, graffiti and street art. Think Jean Michel Basquiat and Keith Haring. Everything about this fic is covered in paint <3

Posting Schedule: Nov. 7: Prologue + Chapter 1 - "Takes One to Know One" Nov. 10: Chapter 2 - "You've Done This Before" Nov. 14: Chapter 3 - "The Boy From California" Nov. 17: Chapter 4 - "A Regular Thing" Nov. 21: Chapter 5 - "You Don't Have to Tell Me" Content warnings for: Past abusive relationship, mentions of abuse during childhood, addiction, slighty toxic relationship, period typical homophobia and mentions of homophobic parents, mentioned death of a parent, explicit sex scenes with dom/sub undertones I've got a little snippet for you here:

“Ta-dah,” Robin says with a big smile and an even bigger hand gesture.  She stretches her arms like a big reveal, which only highlights how small the studio is. Both of her hands almost touch a wall. Eddie’s normally fucking proud of this space, but Steve’s presence is ruining it. It’s one of the reasons he hates rich people. The world always looks like shit through their eyes. A crease forms between Steve’s eyebrows, an expression Eddie has seen him make several times in the thirty minutes he’s known the guy. “This part is mine!” Robin says, sounding genuinely excited. She’s the only rich person Eddie respects. He cleared out the room directly to the right of the entrance for Robin. It’s slightly smaller than his own, but she agreed to it before she left to spend all of June and July with her mother in California. She said it had better light anyway, which Eddie doesn’t give a fuck about.  There’s something twitchy about Steve’s movements. He baby birds his way across the space, like he doesn’t realize he has wings yet. Anxious, which, what the fuck? What did Eddie do to deserve that? Steve’s nose scrunches like he smells something he disapproves of. “I really don’t like this part of the city,” he says and he looks out the window like that proves his point. “Do you have to work here?”  Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. He promised Robin he’d play nice, but surely these are extenuating circumstances.  “We don’t all have daddy payin’ our bills,” he says with a pout and a lilt that borders on sexual. Just to piss him off. Just to make everyone uncomfortable. Robin blinks a few times fast and shakes her head. Count that as a win.  “I don’t…” Steve stutters before collecting himself. “I just want Robin to have a nice place to work.”  “And I’d like a pony and a private jet, but we can’t all get what we want,” he says and he really should stop there. But… “Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”  He doesn’t even have to wink this time. A blush stretches all the way to Steve’s ears. His eyes deepen from shock to anger like a bruise turning dark purple on day three. Yup. Worth it.  “Eddie, could you please just behave,” Robin groans. “We still have to get the rest of my stuff.” “I can help you with that tomorrow,” Steve says, still flushed, but pretending like he isn’t. It’s a sweet offer until he turns to look Eddie up and down and adds: “So we can get out of here now.”  “That would be great.” Robin looks up at Steve. “I could really use a drink, you?”  There’s those puppy eyes again. Steve’s whole face lights up and he nods quickly.  “You coming, Eddie?” She wiggles her fingers at him. “First round on me?” An offer to get drinks with his best friend and this random guy who makes him want to rip his own hair out? Fuck no. He has some sense of self preservation, thank you very much.  “I’m just gonna work on my painting for a bit.” Robin rolls her eyes at him before pushing Steve back toward the front door. “Go home on time, okay?” she yells over her shoulder. “The painting’s gonna be here in the morning.”  “Yeah, yeah…” He waits by the door until he can no longer hear their footsteps on the stairs. Once he’s confident they’re gone, he grabs the sheet turned blanket from the crate behind his easel. He never bothers with pajamas, just unbuckles his overalls and lets the pants sag around his hips as he sinks into the couch. It’s easier that way. If Robin comes back he can just tell her he was taking a nap. Sweatpants and a sleep shirt would be a dead ringer that sleeping here isn’t just a one off. He’s been doing it since he got evicted in April, but what Robin doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

[nowordsformylove]

I would love to hear more ideas from your jonesmith list if you’d like to share 🤲

yes absolutely I'll put it under a read more because it's going to be a lot.

ok so I know I've mentioned some of these before as ideas but I'll start with the ones that I drafted fics for:

Davy wants to take Mike out on a perfect date to show him just how deep his feelings are but the date keeps getting ruined and at the end he thinks he failed and that Mike wont like him now because he ruined their first date.

Mike keeps using terms of endearment for Davy and at first he doesnt notice because Mike calls everyone babe but when they get more romantic like sweetheart or honey Davy thinks that hes doing it to purposely fluster him and he decides to do it back. Mike suddenly stops doing it and Davy is confused why he misses it.

Davy notices that Mike never goes out on any dates and tries to secretly wingman for him by talking him up to all the girls they meet. When he realizes that Mike doesnt like girls he decides to help him win a guy.

Prince and the Pauper episode from the POV of Mike and Davy being in a secret relationship.

these are the ones that I never drafted fics for:

Similar to the nickname one above where Mike keeps calling Davy things like "tiny" and "short stuff" and hes not letting up. This was been frustrating Davy in more ways than one. Based on this post.

Wanted to write something centered around Davy's lovely plush lips and Mike noticing just how full and pretty they are and now that hes noticed he cant stop thinking about wanting to kiss him.

I had outlined a fic idea about Mike going out with a girl and Davy feeling jealous but he also feels guilty because hes always the one that gets the girl so he shouldnt be mad she picked Mike over him, but the more time Mike spends with her the more he realizes hes not jealous of Mike hes jealous of HER. The way I drafted this fic made it seem like it would work better for jork so I put it on the back-burner. (specifically the way I had the confession scene planned seemed more like a Peter-move than a Mike-move).

RPF fic set around 66/67 where Davy thinks Mike is very handsome (real life) and cool and he has a tiny "bro crush" on him. He goes out and buys a coat similar to Mike's but Micky ends up teasing him about it in front of Mike making him aware of Davy's little crush. Mike invites him out for drinks and then propositions him 🤭

Similar to above with it being an RPF fic based on the story where Mike left his own party to hop on his private jet to fly back to Texas just to get a burger, but in this Davy accepts the offer to go with and they fuck on his private jet.

I reallllyyyy wanted to do something for the episode too many girls but I could never come up with anything concrete. Always thought about Mike being upset at the idea of Davy leaving the group to be with some girl.

Wanted to do something for some like it lukewarm with crossdressing Davy but it was hard to get from "Davy hated crossdressing and refused to do it again" to "Davy dresses up again and acts all feminine for Mike's pleasure"

Really wanted to do a size difference fic but didnt know if I wanted to do Davy loves Mike's huge dick or "Mike loves Davy's tiny dick (SAD I couldn't decide on a pov because they are both so good).

I also thought briefly about a fic where Davy pressures Mike into having sex with him but that was more of a spur of the moment thought from my toxic yaoi loving mind haha... but what if 😳 needy Davy begging for Mike to fuck him and Mike who only feels useful when hes needed by the people around him. teehee

I also was planning to do a group poly fic centered on Davy being the group slut who gets fucked by all the guys it was going to be four parts (seperate but related) 1. jork 2. jonesmith 3. jolenz 4. group but I kinda lost my motivation for this one 😭 I DID start the jonesmith one and since they can all be read as one shots I may finish it and post it on its own rather than in a series.

[sy3ra]

tokyo rev series; sanzu haruchiyo

episode III

tw: swearing, some spicy moments and grammatical errors.

You were an executive at Bonten. You were well respected by the underlings and the other executives except...

Sanzu.

He was your biggest enemy ever.

"What the fuck did you do to my shampoo, [Name]?!" Sanzu screamed in the bathroom.

He came out with his hair....yellow..

And you, well you were laughing your ass off.

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"Sanzu what the hell happened to my white shirt you fucking bastard!" Your voice echoed in the halls of Bonten. The white shirt was spray painted...in pink. The color you hated.

"You started it dumbass I'm just paying you back!" Sanzu's voice echoed back. To the other executives this was a normal day with you two pulling pranks on each other.

"Are they at it again?" Rindou sighed while his brother nodded.

You and Sanzu always bickered and fought like there was no tomorrow. Ever since you joined Bonten, Sanzu was irritating for you and you didn't know why. In the end you just shrugged it off.

💠

One Tuesday evening, You and Sanzu were called in by none other than Mikey himself.

"I have a mission for you two." Mikey said with his usual emotionless tone. "There's an important artifact in Korea and I need you two to assassinate the owner and take back the artifact." He explained while the underlings gave you two folders that contained the information.

You looked through the information, carefully scanning it. Sanzu did the same.

After a while, Mikey continued. "I'm sending the both of you to Korea for one week."

You tilted your head to look at Sanzu with a disgusted expression "1 week with you? I'd rather eat dog shit" You said. Sanzu scoffed at your reaction "I would rather go alone anyway" he rolled his eyes at you.

"No, you two are taking this mission and that's final." Mikey said "Pack your things, you'll be leaving in two hours." He added. With that, the two of you bowed and exited the room.

"I can't believe I'm spending 1 week with YOU" You said in annoyance.

"Deal with it dumbass it's not like I want to spend my 1 week with you too" He barked back.

💠(2 Hours Later)💠

You pulled your luggage behind you, making your way to the front entrance of the Bonten HQ.

"We're taking my car to the airport" Sanzu said.

"No, my car" You argued

"My car is faster than yours" He argued back.

"My car is more suitable for this than yours idiot" You hissed.

"Can you two stop fighting?" A voice said behind the two of you. You cocked your head to look over your shoulder and the voice was Rindou. "Boss said you'll be taking the private jet" He sighed.

"Tch" Sanzu scoffed. "I see, thanks Rindou" You said with a small smile but there was an evident irritation in your expression.

The two of you boarded the jet not long after that. You sat comfortably by the window to enjoy the view. But then lewd noises intruded your eardrums. "For fuck's sake pinkie, for once can you not fuck every woman you see?" You frowned angrily.

"Why not? If you want to I can.." Before he can finish what he was saying you smiled at him and put your middle finger out.

"I'd rather jump on a cliff than fuck you" You said with an irritating smile. Then you threw a pocket knife at them which, unfortunately, landed on chair. The flight mistress grew terrified of you and ran off with her clothes making Sanzu sigh. "Oops, I missed" You shrugged and returned to look at the view in silence.

Sanzu decided to scan the information on the folders some more, while you silently watched the scenery by the window in awe.

Unbeknownst to you, Sanzu looked up and stared at you. He was intrigued at how your eyes were full of wonder and astonishment.

For some weird reason, he found you beautiful.

💠

You stepped out of the jet inhaling the fresh air of South Korea. "How nice" You mumbled to yourself. "Let's go, we still have to check in the hotel" Sanzu said as he got into the car.

You sighed in irritation and you got in as well. The whole ride was silent like earlier, 'this is unusual' you thought.

The ride to the hotel was an hour long. And once you stepped out of the car you were dumbfounded at how tall it is. "I'd close my mouth if I was you" Sanzu smirked at you.

"Yeah yeah shut up" You hissed.

The building was owned by Bonten, of course but it was undercover as a normal hotel owned by someone 'anonymous'. By saying the code words, you and Sanzu were checked in an executive suite at the second to the top floor.

You slid the card in the door, opening it. The room had a great view of the city and the enormous swimming pool. But to your dismay,

There was only one queen sized bed.

"Why...IS THERE ONLY ONE BED???!!?" You screamed in horror (not quite literally).

"Who the hell booked this????!" He shouted in frustration, popping a pill in his mouth. Sanzu ran his hand through his hair "I'll sleep on the floor then" he said.

"No, I'll sleep on the floor and you sleep on the bed"

"No I'll sleep on the floor"

"NO I WILL"

"I WILL"

"YOU KNOW WHAT LET'S JUST SLEEP ON THE SAME BED"

He scoffed at you and began unpacking his things while you examined the blueprint of the enemy's base.

"Looks like the best time to sneak in is 3 days from now. Based on the info, Azier Delius has a family reunion in 2 days." You said.

"What are we supposed to do until then..?" He tilted his head to look at you. "Probably plot and get some energy" You shrugged. As much as he hated to agree with you, you were right.

You and Sanzu plotted for a while, for once you two had a decent conversation without fighting. After that, you rummaged through your luggage and grabbed your swimsuit.

"The hell is that for?" He said looking at you. "Hotel = Swimming pool." Was all you said before going into the bathroom to change.

After 15 minutes, you came out of the bathroom wearing a sheer jacket that showed the monokini you wore underneath and your hair was tied in a tight bun that is held together by a hair stick (or hairpin).

Sanzu stared at you, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he looked at you up and down.

"Eyes up here pinkie" You teased. "I'll be going bye" You added before heading out the door and closing it behind you. Sanzu stood still in his spot after you left.

You got on the elevator and went down to the 10th floor. Then, you made your way to the entrance of the pool.

You took off your sheer jacket and slowly dipped in the pool, shivering lightly when the cool water hit your skin. You sat there for a while getting used to the cool water before swimming around.

Meanwhile, Sanzu watched you from the window, he bit his lip to get rid of his thoughts and closed the curtains. You were having an effect on him and he was falling for you. Slowly but surely.

A sigh erupted from your throat, you decided to leave him be so he can bring some woman to fuck with. Deep inside, you still respected his privacy and you already expected this anyway.

After an hour or so, you left the pool with a towel wrapped around your body. Upon entering the room, it was empty. 'it seems like he did find a woman or he just wanted to to get some air' you thought to yourself.

Nevertheless, this was a good chance to shower in peace.

You stood under the hot shower, steam filled the entire bathroom. You had your Bonten tattoo on your lower back, near your behind. You thought it was quite sexy that way so you had it tattooed there. You wrapped a short towel around your body and peeked outside the bathroom door to check if Sanzu was around.

Well, he wasn't. So you went out and rummaged through your luggage while humming Red by Taylor swift. You slowly took off the towel around your body and softly swayed your hips along with the song you were singing.

Not until you felt a warm hand in your waist. "First you stand infront of me wearing a revealing swimsuit and now you stand here naked. Do this one more time and I might not be able to control myself.." He whispered. You felt his hot breath on your nape and he stood incredibly close to you.

Sanzu wanted to push her on the bed but he had to restrain himself. After all if [name] can't walk then this mission would fail. He went into the bathroom to shower leaving you alone again.

You were rendered speechless, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks at what happened earlier. [Name] had never thought of having a relationship before, let alone be touched by someone..

You quickly wore pajamas and plopped on the bed. Sanzu slipped out of the bathroom after a few minutes. He was half naked with only a towel covering his lower body. The towel, however, hanged dangerously low showing his V-line, his hair was wet and honestly that looks so attractive.

You looked away to prevent yourself from staring. "Did you bring some wine [name]?" He suddenly asked you while getting changed in the bathroom.

"Well yeah it's in my luggage" You said. "You did? Good girl" He said taking the wine out of your luggage and chugging it down.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you slowly went to sleep. Sanzu sighed at you before also going to sleep. In the middle of the night, Sanzu woke up. He couldn't see properly but the moon illuminated your figure, you were shivering from the cold. You didn't cover yourself in the blanket before because it was still pretty warm.

He carefully took the blanket at your feet and gently covered your body with it. He stared at you for a bit, you looked so peaceful while sleeping.

"Good night, [Name]" He softly muttered before going back to sleep.

Part II?

-Mayven

[vikingmagic33]

Summer ACOTAR Writing Circle 3 hosted by @azrielshadowssing — thank you so much for organizing and running this event. Check out the full list of fanfics here.

I just LOVED the vibe of this fic and was honored to write an update. Check out Cool for the Summer Part 1 by the amazing @aldbooks

Part 2 is below and on AO3

Emerie’s phone vibrated from where she had it tucked next to her thigh. With one hand still fingering the tip of her own braid, Em reached for it reluctantly and with a practiced nonchalance that she found impressive.

Gwyn: potential love interest incoming at 10 o’clock

Nesta: *smug emoji* Oh. I see her

Emerie: could you STOP calling her that

Nesta: Could

Gwyn: But WON’T *glasses emoji*

Emerie: I hate you

Gwyn: such a pouty little liar

Nesta: I thought lying was insulting.

“When does the hot tub open?” The blonde slowed slightly in her sultry strut down the length of the pool deck and past Em’s perch atop her chair. The voice was little more than a purr and had anyone else been around, Emerie might have doubted it was aimed at her.

“Same time as the pool.” Strictly the facts. Keep it to the facts.

“So.” Mor lowered her glasses again, that time it was to peer up at Em through meticulously darkened lashes. “That would be now?”

“Exactly.” Emerie smiled. She couldn’t help the coolness of her tone. She couldn’t help regretting it either. That place brought it out in her, not that doing so was particularly hard.

“Cheers then.” The glasses went back and up and the strut resumed.

Gwyn: Was that a little hottie flyby?

Nesta: Looked like one from here.

Emerie: Cool your jets. She just asked me about the hot tub.

Gwyn: I think you mean that she asked you IN the hot tub.

Nesta: I agree with the ginger. *smirking emoji*

Emerie: Laugh it up bitches. I’m done with both of you.

Emerie heard the unmistakable ding of a phone nearby, but her’s hadn’t vibrated. She looked across the pool with a careful eye. She noticed Gwyn tucking her phone back in the pouch on the side of her lifeguard chair with a flourish and a shit-eating grin. Then Nesta snorted.

Emerie: NOT COOL

One lapse. All it took was one slip of the mask and the sharks were circling. They’d never let her hear the end of it. It wasn’t like Emerie didn’t understand. She’d been out with more than her share of women, but she didn’t give up information easily. With the way her family behaved, it was no wonder she played her cards very close to her vest. If Gwyn was an open book when it came to her love life, and she really was, then Nesta was that snarling, furry thing with teeth from Harry Potter. Emerie was somewhere in the middle. She smiled. Perhaps she’d be that map that went blank to outsiders.

Her friends were practically starved for information. Em loved her truck and had custom restored the 1976 Bronco. She’d even picked the perfect tangerine color for the paint job. When it was spotted at the Tri Delt House a few nights in a row, Em didn’t deny the shockingly satisfying hookup. Her truck could be spotted still parked in front of Pearl Bar late into the morning, she didn’t bother grabbing it until after brunch.

She liked to think that she was just being respectful and private, not sneaky or ashamed. But shame was a tricky beast. The only family she cared about were old and set in their ways, and the rest were surly and dangerous in their own fragility. It was easier, and safer, not to rock the boat, so Em didn’t rock it.

On campus or with her friends, most people spotted her as a lesbian right away. Her style wasn’t particularly masculine, but it wasn’t very femme either. She was just her. She’d always been considered pretty, especially given she didn’t go for much makeup. She kept her hair long but with a blunt cut and she’d been told she had a swagger that tended toward cocksure more than mere confidence. Em’s grin spread.

The truth was that she was comfortable in her own skin without needing a bunch of labels or distinctions, but they were put upon her anyway. She’d always been athletic and she got plenty of attention from men. She didn’t mind it and she’d dated a few. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t her. She could sleep with men, but she’d never truly dated one. She’d never actually loved one.

Her eyes fell on the blonde again. Em didn’t kid herself that what she was feeling at that moment was anything but lust. She watched the waiter bring another round of drinks. From the look of it, her eye candy was drinking Long Island ice teas. It was her third in as many hours. Em wasn’t one to break up a party and if the bar kept serving her that was on them, so long as she kept her lithe frame out of the pool.

Em felt her phone vibrate and looked across to Gwyn hopping on her seat. She looked left and Feyre had taken up a spot near Nesta’s chair just as that Cassian guy had slipped into the lanes at her feet. With any luck, he’d be an impressive swimmer and Nesta would be positively done for. With shoulders like that, Em was begging for a butterfly. He did not disappoint. Cassian whipped across the pool and that was when Em remembered where she’d seen him.

He swam for VU and then again at the world championships. Fuck. He was THAT Cass. Em attended a smaller private school with Nesta and Gwyn on soccer scholarships. They were the bulk of the tiny swim team, but they saved their real competition for soccer. They were good enough to compete in a small program and good enough to be in the stands when Cass and his boys blew past all the world records.

Without thinking Em grabbed her phone and groaned. She had a handful of messages that were already a few minutes old. Gwyn had to be stopped.

Gwyn: Red looks good on her *red dress emoji*

Gwyn: Go talk to her

Gwyn: Want me to go?

Gwyn: I’m a good wingman

Gwyn: Wingwoman

Emerie: No way

Gwyn: Yes way

Emerie: Fuck off

Emerie: Don’t u fucking dare

Gwyn: Come on!! *pouting gif*

Emerie: She’s marinated. If she tries to swim, I will HAVE to talk to her.

Gwyn: Yeah. Saw that

Gwyn: Sorry. That’s less fun.

Emerie: Yeah.

Emerie: I’d rather hear what Nesta thinks about Cas and his butterfly stroke?

Gwyn: YAS! Do you think it is HIM?

Emerie: *100% emoji*

Emerie: U gonna b ok Nes?

Nesta: F me

Gwyn: louder. I don’t think he heard u

Nesta: go away

Gwyn: NEVER

Emerie: NOT A CHANCE

They didn’t get to follow up on their playful ribbing of Nesta. Cassian was catching his breath at the other end of the pool, chatting with his friend. The friend was still watching Gwyn though. The rest of the group was busy chatting in the cabana, which was why nobody else seemed concerned as Ms. Diva approached the pool.

Nesta: Shit.

Emerie: Those chicken-shits should stop serving her out here.

Nesta: I can do it, Em.

Nesta: I’ve met her before.

Emerie: And?

Nesta: she lowkey hates me

Gwyn: I could try.

Nesta: Ur too nice. U’ll just hold her drink.

Emerie: Or her hair. I got this.

Em slid down from her chair and crossed the pool toward the blonde who was wading out into the deeper water with her drink still in one hand.

“Miss.” Emerie cringed, but what else should she call her. “We don’t allow drinks in the pool. I’m going to need you to step out.”

Emerie used the friendliest of her professional-sounding voices and she hoped this didn’t escalate. She’d seen it happen before. It was the hardest part about working at the Country Club for the summer when you were basically an outsider. Worse than an outsider, Em's family had been working their way up to actually joining the club. Her grandfather had worked as a caddie and a driver, and even saved up and pulled some strings to get her dad into school with some of these men. He’d squandered that chance and so she was back working for these same families. Em reminded herself that she was a college student and a lifeguard. She wasn’t the glorified servant from generations before. Though many of the people around wouldn’t think twice about putting someone like Em back in her place.

Nesta and Gwyn didn’t really get that. Em tried to focus back on her job. She was just a local girl trying to keep the fun going without any unnecessary casualties.

The blonde giggled and made her way toward the edge of the pool. She stumbled a few times but managed to keep her head above water and the glass out of the pool.

“Yes, officer.” Mor pouted and Em sighed, unimpressed.

“Thank you.” Em started to turn back toward her chair.

“Isn’t this the point where you tell me that I’m cut off?” Mor snarked and there was a sharper edge than before. Seemed like she wasn’t keen on her pout not working.

“I don’t work at the bar.” Em clarified. It wasn’t her job to decide whom to serve, but it was her job to decide who got to swim.

“Yes.” Mor raked her eyes down Em’s body. “The skimpy suit told me as much.”

Em glanced down at the dangerously high sides of her red suit. Gwyn often opted for the tank and swim shorts, but Em went full Baywatch when she was on duty. It suited her best.

She looked down at Mor’s slinky bikini snuggling her surprisingly generous curves given her lean frame. Em offered her best neutral glare and managed not to shrug. She was just trying to get a rise out of Emerie and it wasn’t going to work. Emerie nodded once to the woman and started walking back toward her chair.

“You’re Nesta’s friend, right?” Mor shouted at her back.

“I am.” Em agreed over one shoulder.

“I’m Morrigan.”

Em smiled and kept walking. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her the whole way. The Morrigan. Of course, she didn’t have some simple name and of course, Em had heard of her, of her family. Em looked back and could just make out the scar on the woman’s abdomen. What she hadn’t expected to see was the seductive way that she was watching her.

Gwyn: She seems feisty

Nesta: U have no idea

Emerie: Just drunk

Nesta: No. She’s always like that

The good thing about the morning shift was usually that they got off early. Nesta and Gwyn were able to leave, but they were short staffed and her manager talked her into staying. The pool had state-of-the-art heating and lighting, so it was technically open until 10pm with at least one guard making rounds. The cabanas drew their own type of attention, and Em was slightly jealous of that freedom in a place like the club.

Few members tried the actual pool after dark. Mostly, nights were just Em walking in circles watching the water dance over the lights. She was busy with her own thoughts when she heard steps on the deck behind her.

“Don’t they ever let you go home?” Mor’s voice shocked her.

“They do.” Em agreed with a smirk. Mor was shockingly close and no less intoxicated than she had been earlier.

“You remind me of someone.” Mor reached up for her face fondly and there was heat in her gaze.

“Someone nice?” Em shouldn’t encourage it. She was at work, not that she felt harassed. It still wasn’t good to engage in a flirtation with members. It just felt wrong.

“Very.” Mor’s voice was full of emotion. Had she been crying? Mor leaned in for a kiss and stumbled only slightly, but it was enough to kill the already delicate mood. Em reached around for her waist and spun her lightly away dodging.

“Let’s find that cousin of yours.” Em knew Rhys by sight and she felt comfortable releasing her into his care. Her shift was basically over anyway. She started walking toward the rest of the club and she heard Mor start to apologize.“Don’t worry. You won’t even remember me tomorrow.”

“I will. I always remember.” The words were clear and Em believed her and for some reason, it broke her heart.

[reputayswift]

I get the point of pointing out CO2 emissions of Taylor’s jet but at the same time I’ve only seen this directed specifically at her and not other super rich people/celebrities with private jets….So it does come off a little bit as a way for people to hate Taylor and feel morally superior about it, rather than being about actual climate activism.

The original ask just asked my opinion on the cease-and-desist so I didn’t get into this but it’s definitely a factor in the overall conversation! Something I’ve struggled with is when people bring up legitimate criticism for someone for petty reasons. Ex, fans immediately digging up dirt on their favorite celebrities’ partners to justify disliking them beyond envy. Does that make the criticism less valid? She’s pretty inescapable right now and not everyone “gets it” so I think there are a lot of people eager to latch onto any controversy so they can go “SEE! I was right!” (See: people creating entire feuds over Lana having a straight face in a few shots at the Grammys.) Combine that with a legitimate issue (CO₂ emissions are bad, full stop) and the story’s going to gain special attention.

So do I think everyone has the purest intentions calling out her jet usage? No, but it’s a good conversation to have, especially within our fan space. Ideally every celebrity who tops those carbon footprint lists would get equal criticism, and hopefully we get closer to that reality by having these discussions. I don’t think the answer is to write off these concerns completely.

[envihellbender]

The first morning Roman wakes up in his new life in London, far away from Waystar

Characters: Roman Roy (agent of the Web), Mike Crew, Oliver Banks

Verse: The Magnus Archives / Succession crossover

Content: angst, fluff

—

Roman had woken up in the Central London townhouse a thousand times, but not one of those mornings felt anything like this one. His private jet, one he’d stolen from his father, had arrived in at five in the morning and for the first time in his life, Roman woke up with no where to go. He didn’t have to get ready for work, in fact he’d been able to just sleep in. The digital clock showed it was two in the afternoon, when had he ever slept that late? Even when he was a teenager if he’d have slept past ten he’d have had one of his dad’s sadistic assistants pour cold water over him. Roman buried his face in his pillow, it was somewhat comforting he supposed. He grabbed the one next to it, and immediately calmed by the slight ozone smell of Mike. He pulled the top of the third set pillows, adding the scent of a cherry bakewell tart to his surroundings. Before he met Oliver he never knew death smelt so tasty. He shoved both pillows on his face, covering him entirely and cutting off his oxygen supply.

He managed a minute before he gasped and let them go, his breathing was heavy and rasping - like when he tried to get away with wearing a binder in gym as a teenager. It hurt his chest and his ribs ached at the quick movement but feeling something other than immense guilt that he’d betrayed his father and fear of inadequacy had helped.

“Morning, Ro,” Mike said as barrelled into the room. He fell on the bed and poked Roman on his cheek. He was wearing Oliver’s Depeche Mode t-shirt which drowned him, and a pair of light blue torn jeans. “How’s the moping going?”

“Am not moping. I’m-” Roman paused for a second. “Shut up.” He buried his face into Oliver’s pillow again before Mike poked him in the ribs.

“Oi. Stop being a fag.”

“I’m not! I just want to sleep-”

“Suffocating yourself with the scent of your boyfriend is very faggoty of you, Ro.”

“Fuck off. Wasn’t suffocating myself.”

“You were. Not that you were near death but Ollie senses these things, dumbass.”

“Oh. Fuck.”

“Gave him a bit of a scare. I mean. Not enough to stop him from making poached eggs but-”

“Poached eggs?”

“Yeah he’s making you a whole full English out there. With poached eggs. Bacon. Sausages. Baked beans. And I can’t have any until you get up so…” Mike poked Roman in the ribs again.

“Why is he- can’t the- you still have the Help here, right?” Roman replied, bewildered as to why anyone would make their own food if they didn’t need to.

“You know Ollie,” Mike shrugged. “He hates having everything done for him and he insists no one makes a full English like he does. Which is true.”

“I’m not hungry,” Roman mumbled, the thought of eating food right now made his stomach turn. The memory of his father shoving chicken wings into his mouth as he told him how he was selling Waystar, ripping it out from underneath him.

“Well, no shit. We don’t really get hungry but we do get low blood sugar and eating is good for your mindset. So-”

“I don’t want to.”

“Okay but… I want a full English, a cup of tea, and a can of this new mango Coca Cola flavour so I need you get up. God. Not everything is about you, Ro.” Mike had originally intended this to get a laugh out of Roman, it didn’t quite work. Although he did get the smallest of smiles out of him.

“My mum used to make eggy pegs and a cup of tea with a fresh glass of orange juice every morning when we stayed over,” Roman mumbled. “Make a big deal how she did it herself.”

“What are eggy pegs?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve never heard that before what the hell are they?”

“Like, you know, a boiled egg with strips of toast-"

“Oh! Egg and soldiers. You mean egg and soldiers. Who the fuck calls them eggy pegs?”

“My mom so shut up.”

“Yeah well, your mom also fucked you over massively and was a cunt to you and still addresses thing to some bitch who doesn’t exist instead of to her son so… I think we can agree her opinion doesn’t count.” Roman watched Mike curiously as he rambled, if he didn’t know any better he’d think there was some real hurt and upset in his voice. He was protecting Roman. No one did that, he thought. He turned onto his side and wrapped his arm around Mike, burying his face into Mike’s chest. He felt him stiffen, and Roman expected him to back away, but instead Mike wrapped his arms around Roman and gave him a squeeze. The lightening scar on his arm warmly vibrating against Roman’s back.

“Aw, aren’t you two cute,” said a sudden voice from the doorway. They both recognised Oliver immediately, neither however wanted to look at their boyfriend who’d interrupted their moment.

“Fuck you, dick,” Roman said, not looking up. He could picture Oliver’s sweet smile and as much as it made his chest grow warm, he was hardly going to admit that.

“I finished breakfast- or brunch, I guess.” Oliver shrugged. Roman and Mike untangled themselves from each other and Roman stretched, he instinctively went to the bedside table to reach for his phone but it wasn’t there.

“Well, can’t eat without my phone. Where the hell is my phone?” Roman rambles, searching his pockets and patting down the bedding. Mike flashed a look at Oliver and disappeared before reappearing on top of the wardrobe watching with crossed legs.

“Oh. Erm. You gave it to me, when you got in. You didn’t want to get overwhelmed by messages and calls and stuff.”

“I mean, okay but I need everything that’s on my phone, Ollie,” Roman pressed as he got to his feet.

“I- yeah. Okay. Just. Breakfast first? Then you can… I just-you’re not going to call or ring-”

“No,” Roman interrupted. “Very soon my dad is going to hate me if he doesn’t already.” He let out a humourless laugh and a dry smirk, all he needed to do was go see Annabelle Cane and give her everything she needed on Logan Roy.

[moontheoretist]

“Doctor Strange?” One of receptionists poked her head in. “Oh, good! We got a delivery for you. Flowers.” Stephen blinked when she brought in a single, red orchid, planted in a tasteful, ceramic pot. He took the flower from her and opened the card. ‘Found you.’ - TS “And,” The receptionist continued. “There are more.” Stephen frowned and said, “More? How much more?” “Er, the entrance is full of them. The delivery man didn’t give me a name. He only said that you would know who the sender was.” “What the…what am I supposed to do with that many flowers??” Stephen exclaimed. “That douchebag!” Christine snickered beside him, which he didn’t appreciate. “Look on the bright side: it’s sweet. And expensive.” “He wouldn’t dare send me something cheap—not if he knew what was good for him.” “Of course not.” Stephen could also do without her smug condescension. That was his purview. “We’ll place them in tasteful spots around the ICU. Liven up the place a bit.” “Strange!” Fuller shouted as he entered the room. Stephen blinked. “Whatever it was I probably did do it. But we both know you’re not going to fire me so let’s not dwell on the past.” “God you’re insufferable,” Nic muttered. “Flatterer.” “You are a miracle worker, is what you are! I just arranged the delivery for three brand new, cutting edge MRI machines to completely replace the ones we have,” said Fuller as the rest of the room burst out into applause. “Can we still take a bat to the crappy one?” Someone called from the back. “No, sadly. But if you want to give it a discreet kick before Thursday I can’t stop you.” Fuller turned and beamed at him. It was frightening, to be honest. Fuller had never approved of a thing he did before. “Christine, he’s baring his teeth at me.” “That’s a smile, Stephen,” she sighed. “When I sent you off to that gala I assumed I would spend my Monday morning smoothing ruffled feathers,” Fuller began. “Then why send me?” Stephen asked. “I wanted you to suffer.” “Fair enough. Continue.” “But lo and behold I get a call from Tony Stark himself. He sounded a little hungover, to be honest. Actually he sounded drunk. But who cares? His money is still as green as the forests of the Pacific Northwest. Johnson at Mount Sinai Queens is going to be so jealous. He’s been unbearable since he got that research grant-” Fuller cleared his throat. “In any case. It seems you somehow managed to impress Stark.” “He may be a degenerate, but he’s a genius degenerate. He admired my formidable intellect and commitment to healing the sick.” “…He also asked some odd questions. I think he was trying to see if you were single and interested in men.” “Well, this is awkward.” “Look, Strange. I like to think of myself as progressive. You will find no greater ally than I-” “Oh God-” “Metro-General does not discriminate and the happiness and well-being of our employees is one of our highest priorities. We are a family-” “I hated my family.” “However, I think it would be nice if you could call the man back and give him our sincerest thanks.” Fuller placed a card face down on the table and began to slide it towards Stephen. “Dr. Fuller, it sounds as if you want to use me to get more money out of Stark.” Fuller gasped. “Dr. Strange! I am appalled and hurt you would say such a thing. I would never. HR would be furious! But here is his private number should you want to strike up a conversation. I don’t care about what—it’s none of my business. Although if you want my advice work seems like a good start.” Stephen rolled his eyes. “Work. Hm. Like my patients, my research…or those X-Ray machines you’ve been trying to replace?” “Like I said, it’s none of my business. Now. Let’s get started on rotations.” “Will you call?” Christina whispered. Strange eyed the numbers on the card—jet black against white. He memorized them before tucking it in his breast pocket. He’d shred it later. “Why not? You only live once.”

Have Time — Will Travel by flower-of-el (NibelungVelocity)

[darthmatthewtwihard]

Congratu-fucking-lations everyone. You’ve done it. You’ve really done it this time! You’ve not only caused a stabbing of little girls within the past couple of weeks, but you’ve also caused a planned terrorist attack on an artist and her fans. Are you proud? Oh, the little girls didn’t do it for you? I’m sorry, are you feeling the guilt now? You. Better. Fucking. Be.

I don’t think you realize what could’ve happened if the Austrian police didn’t thwart this group of people. You know what it would’ve been? 9/11 (God rest all of those beautiful souls). 9/11 all over again just in Europe. A stadium full of thousands of people would’ve died. Let that sink in.

And you know what, while we’re here, because I know swifties will read this, I’m going to say what I’ve been holding in for months: if you ever, EVER, demanded that Taylor speak out about politics or world issues again, get out. You want to know WHY she hasn’t done this? Because she’s fucking huge, and she has a fucking huge fandom. And you know what she hates? She hates putting her or her fans in danger. She knows she’s big, that’s why she doesn’t get involved anymore, because it puts her and her fans in danger. I’m sorry you couldn’t see that before. (And to anyone who likes to expose and talk about her private jet usage, this is also why she flies private, because she’s in fucking danger)

It’s not a joke. It never has been, never will be. You need help, real help, if you’re wishing a woman and her fans die. It’s (sadly) normal, and it shouldn’t be. But you know what’s not normal? Actually wanting, thinking, hoping, praying, that people are killed.

And because it’s obviously an attack on girls, maybe, just maybe, a man needs to explain all of this to you for you to actually fucking listen! Is that it? Do you need a man to come tell you that this is wrong? It’s really fucking sad. So stop joking the fuck around.

My heart goes out to all of the fans who were going to these shows. I can’t even begin to imagine how heartbreaking this could be for you, but please know that cancelling the shows was the right call, for you, Taylor, her team, and surrounding areas. I’m so so so sorry you won’t be able to see this incredible show. This decision was made for you with you in mind (and Taylor obviously). We love you, we feel for you, and I hope you all know we’re thinking of you 🤍

And Taylor, we all hope you’re okay, and we still love you no matter what 🫶

honestly? i’m heartbroken... heartbroken for the fans that had been planning this concert for months in excitement. heartbroken for taylor for having to find out that some men were planning an attack at her concerts. heartbroken that innocent people are being targeted just for being fans of an artist and that taylor is being targeted just for writing songs, singing, putting amazing shows and loving her fans.

and especially, i am angry that this happens at all. angry that i have to read think pieces starting with “i hate taylor swift and her fans but-“ or people making fun of the situation just because it’s taylor swift. this is NOT normal, it never was and it will never be.

[offbookkeeping]

26. X Moms: Days of Mother's Moms with Zeke Nicholson

Plot summary:

New mom Clarissa is ushered from the hospital onto a private jet run by a Mr James Pilot who explains she's being taken to a secret mutant mom school and that time will be paused while she's away so her family won't worry. Clarissa arrives in England where she meets Professor Janette Xavier. Professor Maggie Neto complains that she has to teach fathers who don't turn into mutants but Professor Xavier shoos her away. Clarissa meets her roommate Caitlin whose power is either having cold hands or she doesn't have powers yet. Meanwhile, mothers in the mansion of Magnitude Steph and Kelly are forced to clean all day and they hate it. They can't go back to Professor Xavier's mansion because they made such a big stink while leaving and Maggie agrees, except while she was leaving she killed an entire mansion full of people. Clarissa and Caitlin meet Mario's mother. Caitlin's power is just having really cold hands and having x-ray vision. Professor Xavier and Maggje face off via beatboxing and argue over who will teach Clarissa, who turns into a woman made of iron and Xavier and Neto are forced to talk about why they friend broke up. Maggie reveals that it was because Xavier couldn't stop riding around on a segway. Steph and Kelly sing about shitting on couches before being aggressively shushed. Neto is out in metal prison because metal is the one thing she's not magnetic on. She vows to get out eventually and Steph and Kelly say byeeee and leave. It's revealed that Maggie's family has been frozen in time for 65 years because she's never harnessed for her motherly powers. Clarissa realizes that Maggie's son is James Pilot and Maggie realizes her powers are mending metal. It's also revealed that Professor Xavier is Maggie's mom which is weird because I shipped them before. Professor Xavier is also the mother of Mario's mother and Clarissa and she's actually Gaia, mother earth. Everyone realizes it's amazing when you're a mom.

Best quotes:

• "Spray. S p r a y." (trust me this is funny when Jess says it)

• "You're sort of like the Santa of giving birth"

Best songs:

• James Pilot, Pilot of Time

• Metal Prison

Thoughts Overall:

This is one of the dumbest titles ever and I absolutely love it

[the-firebird69]

So we are watching them evacuate and they are leaving the state of Florida the other parts of the USA too for Texas to go to whatever island they go to and they're moving fast and they are going to be out of here shortly there's about 40 ships in Florida and a third of the people can fit on them others are taking Jets there's a whole bunch of them that are moving here in Shawnee county to evacuate and in moments and they're higher ups it is a huge evacuation. That's giant. They're about 80 ships coming these 40 are almost full and we think one or two more rounds and they'll be out of here the planes are going non-stop all the airports if Sarasota Tampa Bradenton Brandon punta Gorda fort Myers Cape Coral Miami is shut down and the east coast is shut down fully Tallahassee is shut down Tampa is going to be shut down shortly people are heading south to Sarasota boats are leaving to try and meet up with ships and they're told to go back to Port unless you have a special shift waiting for your boat please wait for the ship unless you want to take the boat to Cuba or other they're not smiling and they do get it some people have planes on the keys and are leaving some have them in the Caymans and are leaving and Bermuda and such there's some private airports with their empty now and no jets are there and yeah several gross movies begin night of the living Dead Day of the Dead and in fort Myers because people who stay behind are underground and are eating each other fairly soon so they forgot to bring food. And it is a tough day all around. And our son is trapped there and these people are not doing a damn thing and don't intend to and they're running off the mouth about it. We hate them pretty bad and they're going to have a tough few days trying to leave and so forth I think they're going to win something over there so they're doing too trying to grab our son's brother and Hera says they're doing more over there than that they're trying to steal a ship from the clones and they're probably going to do it and it's a medium it's about 1,000 MI but these are hefty ships and they're going at it and soon they'll probably preach until it's area and the phones are not happy and she states that the movie cesario begins and that's what it's about and yeah she says my husband's impressed he might have one ship that's not impressive right. And we're also saying that you people are done you've had enough of you and we've heard enough from you too and we don't want to hear anymore you're going to leave or you're going to be dead. And people are kind of similar Mexicans and other Max and stuff kind of look like you it's hard to tell who's here and you still trying to fly back in and you get caught and brought on trial. Several things are happening in the United States they're noticing that you're in the New England area and DC and New York City and you're just sitting there and that you're in the upper Midwest and Midwest so they're going to go out there and pull you out and stop you from going to New England and DC in New York and our son is right they freeze it out or have you to remove devices there's too many of you in the way threatening to detonate them. And there are more things happening it is going to be a wonderful day here in Charlotte county to stay behind they're going to be pulling you out all day long until there's none of you here and they know how to do it too forever out of circles they just keep pulling you over and take care of your vehicles and you so they're thinking of leaving and they have to somehow get out of here and really the only way out is by playing and about 50 private jets have fueled up and son suggests you feel up before they run out of fuel

Thor Freya

50 more fueling now it's about 150 left, and if you're leaving there I can probably get stolen shortly

[freshfraise]

hiii i would love if you cpuld write something about pool sex with richarlison

FULL OF SURPRISES

pairing: richarlison x reader

summary: Y/N is lavishly flown to Qatar to accompany her industrious boyfriend in the World Cup. When Richarlison finally manages to get an evening off his busy schedule, he makes sure not to waste a second more away from his solicitous girlfriend, whose mind is occupied by one shameless scenario. Him, her and their massive private pool. 

author’s note: (part 2) how is it possible to fall in love with someone i wrote? enjoy :) + apologies for any bad portuguese 

My boyfriend was hot. I always knew that and now, everybody else did too. Ever since the World cup started, Richarlison was fostering an unbelievable amount of attention from women and girls across the world, and not only just for his looks but for his prodigious football skills, which consequently made him even hotter. Attractive and great at his profession? It was simply too much for me to handle. I was conflicted. Ever since we landed in Qatar, Richarlison has been fully committed to training and preparing himself for his upcoming games. Although I was so proud, I was becoming restless, dangerously restless. Laying around in this opulent hotel room surprisingly got boring very quickly, as there wasn’t that much I could do without compromising my safety and being bombarded by the paparazzi stationed outside the hotel. 

I hated being needy, but my needs slowly began to become uncontrollable. Realising the match against Serbia was in a couple hours, I decided to text him and make a deal.

From Me.

“score for me tonight, and i’ll give you my own special celebration at the hotel?”

From Meu coração (Richarlison)

“Bebê…”

From Meu coração (Richarlison)

Obrigado pela pressão!! 🙄 (Thank you for the pressure.) Now I have to score, I will never forgive myself If I don’t

From Me.

then you know what you have to do ;)  good luck amor, eu te amo xx

From Meu coração (Richarlison)

Eu te amo mais, até breve (I love you more, see you soon)

I smile at myself, successfully managing to get a night alone with him. My mind went crazy at the amount of things we could do tonight, making up for all that lost time. Eventually, the game came around and I was elated. Our seats were close to the match, so I made sure to give him a sweet reminder of our deal tonight. I decided to press my curls spontaneously, giving me a silky jet black look. My hair was parted in the middle, and stopped at the cuff of my Brazil jersey. I felt ready.

Before I even realised, it was already 1 - 0 to Brazil, scored by the man himself, Richarlison. I smiled to myself as he pointed to me in the stands, nobody other than us knowing what this meant for our evening plans. Within minutes, the ball was assisted to Richarlison before he kicked it back up in the air, moved his legs in a pedalling motion and struck the ball in midair. I jumped up, as his goal hit the back of the net. I yelled, jumping up and down at his phenomenal goal with the whole stadium essentially shaking in astonishment. Goosebumps pricked my skin, as he ran around the pitch, before he stopped at my section, held up two fingers whilst mouthing to me “Dupla surpresa?”(Double surprise?) and then got bombarded by his teammates as they collided into him in celebration. I rolled my eyes at his understandable cockiness and bit my lip instinctually, feeling more attracted to him than ever.

Eventually, the match ended and I essentially ran back to the hotel, getting ready for tonight. I pull out my phone as I walk into the elevator, going up to the suite, and decide to send him an update.

From Me.

well done meu amor, meet me in the pool tonight..

I pulled my black bikini on and put my hair up into a sleek bun with a couple strands out to frame my face, with a faint red lip on. The pool faced the city, with a massive glass window on one side, showing both tall palm trees and ingenious skyscrapers. The pool lights illuminated the place and left the area extremely dim, as the sun set hours ago. He peeks out of the corner, and I’m greeted with an extravagant amount of red roses. A grin is plastered on my face as the bouquet is so large that it covers his face. I push the roses down so I can see him, as he tells me, “Para você, minha princesa.” (For you, my princess.) I lean forward and smell them, my smile growing larger at the fresh sweet smell of red roses. I take them, and gently place them on a table behind me before I practically pounce on my boyfriend. I jumped on him, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist and my hands tangled up in his hair. I whisper a phrase of gratitude, genuinely thankful of his surprising choice with the red roses. They were gorgeous.

[stevesbipanic]

ok ok ok ive seen a lot of rockstar eddie and bodyguard steve (and dont get me wrong i LOVE that) BUT-hear me out- Rockstar Eddie Munson and his private jet pilot Steve Harrington 👀

Another awesome prompt from you ❤️

Steve had spent his whole life wanting to be free.

The life his parents had designed for him felt suffocating also too tight suits and stuff dinners and hopes for college just to work for his father, to be like his father.

The only thing Steve had liked about being a rich kid growing up was flying to new places. No, not going to new places, new places was just new people his parents wanted to meet. But flying, Steve felt no worries whenever he looked out the window at the clouds.

After his parents cut him off and put of their lives when he didn't get into college, no matter how much money they tried throwing at the problem, Steve had saved up working retail job after retail job with Robin until he had enough money for flight school.

He can remember clearly his first solo flight, he felt so free up in the air, nothing but him and the clouds.

Now 25, he flies private jets, or, more specifically, one private jet.

Eddie Munson had kept his promise of running out of Hawkins the moment that diploma touched his fingers. Him, Jeff and Freak got a dingy apartment in Indianapolis, working odd jobs for a year and playing in dingier bars on the weekend until Gareth joined them the following year. Then a few months after Gareth joined them full-time they got discovered at one of their gigs.

Soon they were signed, releasing their first album which blew up. After that it was a blur of concerts and touring and more albums. Now 26, Eddie Munson is a household name.

Eddie hated the tour bus lifestyle, always cramped and felt like his trailer but with Freak's snores and every pothole in the US to wake him up. Once the band was big enough, Eddie knew what he wanted, a jet.

The problem though was a lot of pilots were homophobic and Eddie had recently came out with support from the majority of his fans. The band went through many pilots before meeting Steve.

Eddie didn't recognise Steve at first, it had been a few years since he'd graduated and more since King Steve had been in his view. Steve recognised Eddie though, not often you forget the guy that made you learn the word bisexual.

Steve was kind now, softer, free. One drunken night Steve confessed how he hated being King Steve, how he wished he'd been better to Eddie. Eddie told him none of that mattered now, Steve was better now and that was what was important.

Steve and Eddie grew closer, sometimes Eddie would sit in the cockpit (a word he loved joking about) with Steve, telling him stories about their tours. Steve would share stories about working with Robin and the kids (who Eddie missed and was glad to hear were doing well) and flight school.

During the times between tours they'd talk on the phone, Steve bemoaning about annoying clients and Eddie telling him about the new songs he was writing.

"The woman kept trying to come into the cockpit,stop laughing you should be used to that word, E's, anyway I swear the husband was ready to kill me by the time we landed."

"The ladies just can't resist you, sweetheart."

"I just wish you were on tour all the time, I like flying with you."

"What if you just have me as a client?"

"You don't need to fly all the time, Eds."

"I want to fly with you all the time, Stevie."

Steve was 27 and he only flew Eddie Munson around. He didn't need to fly on tour all the time but after an incident with a client Eddie didn't want Steve flying anyone else and just paid him full-time, he could afford it.

"He's your flight sugar daddy."

"Never say that again, Robs."

Steve lived in an apartment near Eddie's now, not that he spent much time there, he mainly hung out at Eddie's. Movie nights, smoke sessions, Eddie showing Steve new songs, Eddie not admitting a lot of songs were about Steve.

It all came to a head one night. The two men were slightly tipsy, sitting on Eddie's balcony looking out at the city.

"I never thought I'd be here."

"If anyone deserves it it's you, Eds."

"I have a confession. 'Burning Skies' is about you."

Steve turned towards Eddie smiling softly.

"I know Eds, and I know 'Ticket to Ride' is too, and 'Death by Gravity', you're not subtle and unless you know any other people that fly around all day."

"But, but they're love songs, Stevie."

"I know Eds, I figured you'd tell me when you were ready."

Eddie was now smiling back at Steve, glancing down at his lips. Neither man knows who leant in first but finally, after three years of friendship, they kissed softly under the glow of the city lights.

"Does this mean I get to see your cockpit?"

"I will break up with you right now!"

They both laughed knowing Steve wouldn't, Steve may have felt free in the air, but he felt alive with Eddie by his side.