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mclqren · 8 months ago

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SUCCESSFUL ★ MV33

PAIRING ✦ max verstappen x fem!singer!reader

SUMMARY ✦ between you winning an award in the grammys in february and him winning the first grand prix of the 2024 season, you and your boyfriend are proving to be very successful [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ my first max smau!! reader is implied to be american (refers to america as her home). as per request, the fc i've used is sabrina carpenter, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername grammys tomorrow 😘

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user1 respectfully, she’s so fine

user2 FORGET MAX PLS COME HOME W ME

user3 I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER 🙏😔

user4 THE LAST SLIDE Y/N WHAT'S THE MATTER

yourusername these are tears of happiness trust me 💗

user5 OMG YOU GOT A REPLYYY SO LUCKY

maxverstappen1 so excited ❤️

yourusername yeah but i’m most excited so 🙄💗

user6 THEIR DYNAMIC HELLO??

user7 okay but MAX IS GOING W HER TO THE GRAMMYS??

user8 he usually does go w her to these events, like how she goes to his races!

oliviarodrigo BABY GIRLLL CANT WAIT 😉❤️

yourusername MY BABYY CANT WAIT TO HANG OUT TOMORROW 😘😘

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( caption one: omw to the grammys!! (i swear i'm happy to be going my boyfriend is just pissing me off) | caption two: you'd think i wasn't even in the car with him 🙄 )

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yourusername guess who won her first grammyyy!!!!! thank you all so so much for ur endless support, im forever grateful! 😘❤️❤️

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user9 BEST GIRL WON A GRAMMYYYY

user10 I LOVE YOU Y/N

user11 wait what category did she win??

user12 best new artist!!

user13 SHE'S STUNNINGGG

user14 max is punching idc

maxverstappen1 so proud of you ❤️

yourusername love you maxie 💗

reneerapp CONGRATS ANGEL 💗💗

yourusername OMG I LOVE YOU!!

user15 oh to be y/n.

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yourusername who said i couldn't go to a beach in february?? 🤷‍♀️🏖️

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user20 HOW WERE YOU NOT FREEZING COLD

user21 she IS the moment!

user22 ur life seems so fun omg

user23 literallyyyy

user24 is she not in monaco w max rn??

user25 nooo!! she's staying in the usa for a bit while max goes to prepare for the start of the f1 season :)

reneerapp photo creds? ☹️

yourusername SORRY ANGEL yes photo creds to you!!

maxverstappen1 only you would go to a beach in february

yourusername awww are you missing me maxie 😘

charles_leclerc can confirm he is

maxverstappen1 charles you weren't meant to tell her ☹️

yourusername I'LL SEE YOU (BOTH) SOON TRUST

user26 what did y/n mean in her replies w 'see you (both) soon'??

user27 she always goes to the first gp of the season, so she probably means that!

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yourusername coming home's been a blast 🚀

user28 MY TWO FAVS HANGING OUTTT

user29 Y/N IN LA HOW DID I NOT KNOW THISSSS

user30 so are her and renee friends then?

user31 they're very good friends!! when y/n first joined the music industry, renee sort of took her under wing and they become super close! 💛

user32 this friendship is just everything to me

maxverstappen1 cant wait to see you❤️

yourusername likewise max emilian!! 💗

reneerapp I CANT BELIEVE UR GOING TO LEAVE ME

yourusername I'LL BE BACK YOU BEFORE YOU KNOW IT ☹️

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( caption one: two flights and almost a day later and i’m finally here 🇺🇸➡️🇧🇭 | caption two: back in the garage 🏎️ )

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yourusername VAMOS MAX VAMOS 🏎️ (i'm so sorry i don't know any language other than spanish)

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user33 THE CAPTION??

user34 shes so funny stop

user35 Y/N IN BAHRAINNN WE LIKE TO SEE IT!!

user36 the last slide awww

user37 y/n's spirit animal

maxverstappen1 not dutch? ☹️

yourusername read the caption hon im so sorry 😘

carlossainz55 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

yourusername SIIII

maxverstappen1 oh.

yourusername shh look away max ❤️

user38 HELP???

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maxverstappen1 unbelievable start to the year, 1-2 finish is absolutely fantastic 🏆👊

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user43 THE CHAMP IS BACK 🏆

user44 AND THE DUTCH NATIONAL ANTHEM PLAYS AGAINNN 🇳🇱

user45 RED BULL REMAINS SUPREMEEE

redbullracing Best start to the season! 👊❤️

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yourusername WOOHOOO THAT'S MY FUCKING CHAMPION!!

maxverstappen1 ❤️

yourusername RED BULL RAHHHHH

user46 HELP ME Y/N

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yourusername HE ONLY WENT AND DID ITTT!! congrats boyfriend, guess we're both starting this year off as winners ❤️

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user47 Y/N BEING SORT OF NICE IN THE CAPTION FOR ONCE?

user48 it usually depends on her mood ❤️

user49 'congrats boyfriend' HELP MEEE

user50 SHE'S SO FUNNY

user51 ugh i love you guys!!

maxverstappen1 love you ❤️

yourusername love you more!! 💗

maxverstappen1 the last slide 🤨🤨🤨

yourusername you can thank pinterest for that one 💗

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minkyungseokie · 8 months ago

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When Nothing Goes Right | LS2

synopsis; Y/n, Logan's long-distance gf, surprises him at the AusGP, but things aren't as happy as they should be

warnings; none

note; requested

note 2; Y/n has no mentioned race but doesn't know English. Jackson is an Oc and the reader’s older brother

Let me know whether you prefer first person or third person pov Please be nice. I haven't written in years and this is my first time writing for F1

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It had been a few years since Y/n and Logan had begun dating. The two met as children after Y/n had started karting herself. They immediately hit off and stuck to each other like glue. Wherever Y/n was, you'd find Logan not far behind with a big smile on his face.

Their families could already tell that the two would be something more in the future. Your older siblings even started a bet on how long it would take for the two to fully understand their feelings and confess. Neither of them won because it only took them until the sixth grade to realize that what they felt wasn't platonic. They didn't understand their feelings fully, but they knew that they were no one just friends.

Everything has been perfect until Logan's career in karting began popping off and he soon entered F4. To make matters worse, Y/n's parents had split and decided that Y/n would go with her mother back to their home country. Dalton and Jackson thought it'd ruin the relationship the two youngest siblings had built and they'd break up, which would break the two since they were madly in love even if they fully couldn't understand what love was, but that wasn't the case.

Despite the distance between them, Y/n and Logan had decided to stay together and find long distance a try even though their parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and neighbours warned them that long distance was hard. Even people online said that long distance wasn't the best idea because it tended to end with one or both partners cheating on each other, however; Y/n and Logan trusted each other with their lives, so they decided to give it a chance.

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Now, Logan was a driver in Formula One and Y/n was studying at Uni. During their time apart, they'd only seen each other at least twice. Even though they haven't seen each other properly in years, they have only grown fonder of each other.

As the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

Y/n plopped down on her bed in nothing but a towel, answering a FaceTime call that came in on her computer, "Hey, you." Y/n greeted happily, "Hey, babe. I'm sorry to call you so late. I know you're probably busy and tired from work..." Logan sighed. "No! You're fine, love. I just got out of the shower. Anyway, what's up?" Y/n asked, removing the towel off her head and running a hand through her hair, "Nothing much. I just wanted to see you." Logan flirted, giving Y/n a smile.

Y/n stood up from the bed and began towelling herself off, "That's cute. If I'm not wrong, the Australian GP is coming up. How do you feel?" Y/n questioned. "I'm excited. To be honest, I want doing well last year. But it's a new year and you know how I worked hard during the break, so I'm ready. Speaking of the Australian GP, do you think that you can come watch?" Logan hesitantly asked, looking down before looking back at Y/n, who was now sitting on her bed in pyjamas.

"I...Logie, you know I'd love to..." Y/n hesitantly started, "I know. You have work and school, but you have never come to a GP before. I want you to come to support me at least once. But I understand. I don't want to force or coerce you to do anything you can't or don't want to do. You'll eventually come to one, right?" Logan asked. "Of course. I plan on coming as soon as I have the time to." Y/n promised.

She kept thinking about the fact that she had never attended one of Logan's races and began feeling like a shit girlfriend, so she ended up DMing Logan's childhood friend whom she had only heard about from Logan, Oscar Piastri and he somehow got her in contact with Alex Albon, Logan's teammate. Together the three made plans to sneak Y/n into the GP without Logan noticing.

It wasn't hard.

She had notified her job and her school of her trip and packed for Australia. She got on a plane as soon as she could, which ended up being the afternoon of FP2,dropped her things off at the hotel, leaving it behind the desk so she could share a room with Logan, and made her way to the track with a VIP pass in her hand.

The girl was practically vibrating as she walked through the paddock by herself. She was supposed to be looking for Oscar or Alex, but she was way too excited to see her boyfriend again. Luckily, Alex spotted her while she was roaming the paddock, "Hey! You're Y/n, right? Logan's girlfriend?" The man asked, approaching her, "Oh, yes. You must be Alex. The teammate." Y/n said, holding out a hand for Alex to shake.

The British Thai driver looked down at her hand before taking it and giving it a firm shake, "It's lovely to meet you. Logan's been talking about you. A lot." Alex said, jokingly rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed, but he truthfully enjoyed seeing his teammate talk about someone who made him happy and kept him sane while he was having a shit year. "Hey, mate. Is this her?" Another voice asked, but this time it was with a strong Australian accent.

Y/n turned to see a brunette in an orange and black shirt approaching them, "You must be the Oscar Piastri that I heard so much about." Y/n said, reaching out fit his hand. Oscar smiled and shook her hand, "I am. You must be Y/n. Logan talks about you a lot." Oscar commented. "So I've been told. It's lovely seeing something other than the pictures Logan sent to me when you guys were younger." Y/n chuckled.

"Come on. FP2 is starting soon and we want you to reunite as quickly as possible." Alex said, leading you towards the garage with Oscar following behind, "So how long have you two been together?" Oscar questioned. "We've been dating for eleven years, I believe. Since we were twelve." Y/n answered, "Eleven years! That's a long time." Alex awed

Once they were close by, Y/n’s heart began to race. She hid behind Alex and Oscar so she was hidden while Oscar pulled out his phone to film the interaction, “Logan, mate! Come here.” Alex called, “What? Do you need something?” Logan asked, voice getting closer as he walked up to them. “We noticed you were feeling a bit nervous, so we brought you something to cheer you up.” Oscar spoke, “What is it?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Why don’t you guess?” Alex suggested, “Just tell me.” Logan said, “Come on, have a bit of fun with it. Guess.” Alex insisted.

“Just give me whatever it is, mate.” Logan groaned, Y/n chuckled and tapped the boys on their arms, signaling for them to step aside. Logan watched as Alex and Oscar shared a look before stepping aside to reveal his girlfriend. Logan’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened, “Surprise!” Y/n cheered, giving the American jazz hands. Logan ran towards Y/n and scooped her up into his arms.

“You’re here! You told me—“ “That I wouldn’t be able to come. I lied.” Y/n said, burying her face into his shoulder. Logan put her on the ground and bent down, kissing Y/n softly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered, “And I’ve missed you, my love.” Y/n responded, kissing all over Logan’s face. “Logan, Alex, it’s time for free practice.” A engineer called out, “Go out there and do your thing. I’ll be rooting for you.” Y/n said, cupping Logan’s face and connecting their lips.

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Y/n stood in the garage with headphones covering her ears. She couldn’t understand why she never came to a race weekend before, it was exhilarating. She could tell that her boyfriend wasn’t the best on the grid, but she knew he want the worse. It was just amazing to see him in his element, “Go, Logan!” Y/n muttered, clenching the chord between her fingers.

Y/n frowned as an odd feeling settled in her stomach. Y/n put a hand on her stomach and focused on the screen, attempting to ignore the feeling. Something was going to go wrong and she didn’t know what or when. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Alex crashed his car, “Oh shit.” Y/n hissed, biting down in her knuckle.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Y/n asked, looking at the British Thai driver with concern. “I’m fine.” Alex answered walking away, obviously upset by the accident.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that it absolutely sucks to crash even if she never watched or read up on the sport before.

Y/n made took off her headphones as Logan came back to the garage and jogged up to the American man, “That was so cool! I feel sorry for Alex, but that was so cool! I can’t wait to see you actually racing.” Y/n rambled, grabbing Logan’s hands on hers. While she rambled, Logan just smiled down at her with the softest gaze, “Do you want to go out after this? Or we can go to my hotel room? Have you gotten yourself one?” Logan asked, cupping your cheek.

“We should stay in. Catch up everything we missed and couldn’t talk about on the phone and no, I don’t have my own hotel room. Although, if I did, it probably won’t be getting used.” Y/n tittered. “Let me go get changed and we can go back to the hotel.” Logan said, kissing Y/n’s forehead before rising off to his driver’s room.

Y/n waited and waited, but it seemed like Logan was not coming out, which worried her. Did he get hurt or something? What was teasing so long? Y/n was leaning against the side of the garage, waiting for any sign of her boyfriend, but there was nothing. Until Alex came out, looking conflicted, “Hey, Alex. Where’s Logan?” Y/n questioned, pushing off the wall, “Um, he’s on his drivers room. He’s, uh, not happy right now, so maybe it’s better if you go see him.” Alex suggested.

He pointed out which room was his and continue on with his day, which didn’t really seem out of the ordinary to Y/n. She approached his door and knocked gently, “Logan? Is it alright if I come in?” Y/n called in a gentle voice. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a croaky, “Yeah.” Come from inside.

Y/n opened the door to see Logan sitting on the bench looking distressed, “Oh, what happened? Are you okay? Alex told me you were upset.” Y/n rushed over to her boyfriend, bombarding him with questions out of worry. Logan shook his head, “Alex wrecked his car,” Logan started, “Yeah, I saw that, but what does that have to do with you?” Y/n questioned, kneeling down in front of Logan and grabbing his hands.

“We don’t have a spare chassis, so they’re taking mine and giving it to Alex.” Logan sighed, “What?!” Y/n practically screeched, her confusion and weird turning into anger. “They said that since Alex is the better and more experienced driver, he most likely get the team points.” Logan explained further, “That’s stupid.” Y/n said bluntly, “Y/n…”

“No, don’t “Y/n…” me. I get that Alex it’s better and has more experience, but that’s that dumbest fucking decision I’ve ever heard. That’s like rewarding someone for fucking shit up! He crashed his chassis to the point where it had to be retired, so you have to give up yours? That’s bullshit, Logan!” Y/n argued. “I’m aware. I’ve given my all to this team. I worked myself to the bone during winter break when I could’ve been with you because I wanted it to be beneficial to this team. They are all aware of it.

James said he believed in me. James said he knew that I could go far if I just had a little more time in the car. But it doesn’t seem that way. Maybe I’m just not good enough.” Logan sniffed. Y/n wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, placing his head on her chest and rubbing his back, “Shut up, Logan. Don’t you dare continue saying those things about yourself. You are good enough. If you weren’t, you would have been chosen for this team in the first place.”

“But—“

“No buts. The previous Williams owner saw something in you that no one else saw and picked you from Formulas Two to drive in Formula One. If you weren’t good enough, he most definitely wouldn’t have chosen you so early. James know he’s dead wrong for this. James know that this is going to be a blow to you, but he thinks getting points is more valuable than your growth. I’m sorry to say this, my love, but you honestly deserve so much better. It’s not your fault that Alex crashed the car. It’s not your fault that this team is so broke that it can’t afford another chassis.” Y/n angrily said, raising her voice before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. You’re upset and I’m over here ranting.” Y/n quieted down, pressing a kiss too the crown of Logan’s head, “It’s okay, babe. It’s what has to be done for the team to gain some points. It’s whatever.” Logan shrugged, “ no, it’s not whatever, but I’m not gonna continue talking about this. Instead, let’s go to the hotel and order food. We can watch our favorite movies together and cuddle until you feel better.” Y/n said, lifting Logan’s head so his eyes met her and giving him a calming smile.

Logan smiled, albeit it was a sad one, but a smile nonetheless, “I’d like that.” He said, “Good. And since you’re not racing tomorrow, maybe we can do a bit more than cuddling. But that’s only if you’re comfortable and willing.” Y/n teased, pulling Logan up from his seated position, “I’d really like that. Thank you for being here for me and I’m sorry you came all this way only to not see me race.” Logan apologized, “Bah, I do anything for you. It doesn’t matter whether you are racing or not, I’m still here for you and I’d still come. Y/n waved off his apology

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s go.”

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bloodlinefics · 3 months ago

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| The Mechanic | PART ONE!

NSFW

POV: Your car has some issues and you don’t have a lot of money so your neighbor recommends this handy man who lives down the street…

I slammed my hood down frustrated at my car, which was a piece of shit. It was fine the first year I had it but now every other day there's something wrong with it and it's draining my bank account.

"Stupid ass car!" I say as I slammed the hood down. "Having troubles with it again?" I heard my neighbor say who lives next to me in my neighborhood. "Oh, sorry Mr.Lee I didn't see you out excuse my language." I said apologizing. "It's just every time I turn around something is wrong with this damn car! My job doesn't pay me anything and whatever it does I put into this car. The same problem is happening over and over again, I just need to go somewhere new and cheaper." I shrug still frustrated as my neighbor walked up to me.

"Listen Y/N if you are hard on mo-" my neighbor started to say and I cut him off "No. I don't want to borrow money for you or even you pay for something." I said sternly. "That's not what I was going to say." He said crossing his arms and shaking his head which embarrassed me so bad. "I'm sorry I didn't mean.. just say what you were going to say I'm stressed." I say rubbing my eyes. "What I was going to say is I know the auto shop in town costs an arm and a leg, but I know someone who'll do it cheaper for you. If you don't mind I can give you his number, he's a mechanic but he's my friend so he might give you a good price if you came down to his house and see what he could do. I can give him a call." He says pulling out his phone.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother to anyone. It still drives, it just skips when I drive it and it's making me so damn mad. I know I'll pay a grand to fix it." I said shrugging. "Just let me give him a call okay? He'll give you a good price I'm sure." He says. He was always like a dad to me snd I loved it, he was always there for me when I needed it. He was the best neighbor I could ask for. "Thanks but I have work tomorrow and I don't know if it'll make it there or not." I said "Well like I said I'll give him a call, the guy only lives a couple streets over. Maybe he's off today and he'll let you ride down there. I'll be right back." He said walking away.

He came walking out of his house and walked up to me. "So?" I asked as he walked up smiling. "So, he said he's off today and he's willing to give you a cheap price if you'll drive your car up there and let him look at it. Here's the address. It's right up the road." He said handing me a piece of paper with an address on it. "Oh my gosh thank you so much. Usually I wouldn't go to a random persons house but I trust you." I said laughing. "I'm glad you do, he's looking forward to seeing you soon." He said smiling.

I look at the address in my hand and get into my car putting into my GPS.

Please let this guy know what he's doing..

I pull down a dirt road riding about half a mile until reaching a tiny beat up house with a couple beat up cars in front of the house. I parked in front of his house and half of his body hanging out of the bottom of a truck, he was fixing whatever was going on with that one to.

I step out of my car and he comes out from underneath the car and I was not expecting how damn attractive this man was. The way he was talked about by my neighbor made it seem like he was some beat up redneck boy who does this as a side job, but I was wrong. About 10 feet in front of stood a tanned skin tattoo'd body. He was shirtless and the sun was just reflecting off of his skin.

"Hey.. um.. your Marcus Lee's neighbor, right?" He said walking up to me and shaking my hand and let me tell you his hand was huge.. massive. I shook his hand and kept staring him not knowing what to say. I stood there for a second and he cleared his throat. "Oh um yeah sorry I'm Mr. Lee's neighbor... he said you could take a look at my car and give me a good price to fix whatever's wrong with it?" I said giving a pleading smile and pulling my hand away.

"Yeah, tell me what problems you're having." He said nudging my head to walk to my car. "Well, there has been so much stuff wrong with it and when I finally thought I got everything fixed, the damn thing starts skipping when I drove it home today." I say stressed out. "Well, just calm down and I'll take a look at it, okay?" He said putting his hand onto my shoulder which made me shudder.

"For starters, what's your name so I don't have to sit here and just call you pretty face?" He said smirking which made me smile. "Oh I'm Y/N." I smiled. "My name is Jey." He said back to me. I smiled at him again blushing. "Hello, Jey. Nice to meet you." I said laughing. He looked back at me and laughed lifting up my hood. "So, it's skipping?" He asked with a questioning face which was just as hot as his normal.

"Well, let me take a look under the hood and if I can't fix it there imma get under the car, okay? It's hot out here, do you want me to go get you some water or something while I check it out?" He asked teaching into the hood and looking around it. (BTW GUYS DONT HATE ME I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT CARS IM DOING MY BEST OKAY)

"Actually, yeah if you don't mind." I said accepting the offer. "Here come sit on my porch and I'll get you some water so you don't have to sit out here in the sun without anything to drink." He smiled and looked at me

But let me tell you I didn't need any water, if I could just watch this man work on my car for days I'd be fine with just how attractive he is.

I watched him walk inside and his back is just as attractive as his front. He walks back out a few minutes later with a couple of bottles of water.

"Here you go." He said walking out and smiling. He looked through my car top to bottom looking for issues then he finally found it. "Ah I see, give me 15 minutes and I can have it fixed for you." He said not looking at me.

I swear he took his time on purpose, just making me sit there and watch him work on my car. He was fucking attractive and he knew it too.

After what feels like hours later, he slides out from under my car and throws off the wrench he had to the side. "There, fixed." He said smiling. "Should work perfectly fine now." He said walking up close to me. "How much do I owe you? I have abo-." I tried to say but he interrupted me.

"He told me you were hard on money, if you don't have any there is some other ways you could pay..." he said looking down at me and placing his hands on my hips. "Like what?" I said looking up at him as my body was just shaking under his touch. I was throbbing and I was soaked by this point.

"Want to get on your knees for me, baby girl?" He says dragging his hand down my cheek looking me in the eyes.

At this point I would do anything for this man, his low husky voice and soft touch was putting me under a spell. He looked at me for a second, and I finally replied to him. "Y-Yes. Please." I said and my whole body felt numb and I felt desperate at the situation and he knew it, he knew I found him attractive.

At this point I felt like a hoe, but fuck I'd do anything for this man.. and not having to pay for my car is a plus.

"Get down then babe, and I won't make you pay a dime." He said to me and placed a kiss against my lips. His lips were soft and I loved it. Before I knew it I was on my knees and his dick was in my mouth. I was sucking bobbing my head back and forth of his dick and his hands were in my hair guiding me back and forth.

"Right there babe, don't stop." He said hissing and throwing his head back. I kept going and pushed down as far as I could do, until his dick hit the back of my throat causing my to gag which made him moan. "Fuck..." he groaned in pleasure. He started face fucking me, and the feeling of his dick inside my throat was so good. He started moving faster into my face and his moans getting closer together.

"Shit I'm gonna cum, don't stop." He said and I moaned against his dick which sent a wave of pleasure through his body, and that drove him over the edge. He shot a load into the back of my throat and he grunted loud. He pulled me off of him and my eyes were watery. He was catching his breath while I was still on my knees and he kept his hand in my hair pulling me up to his face.

"Fuck you're so damn good at that." He said and kissed my lips. "Now you don't gotta pay for it, and hell if you let me take you back to my bedroom right now you'll never have to pay me for fixing anything on your car." He said smiling against the kiss then biting my bottom lip.

LMK IF YALL WANT THE PART TWO 😍

#roman reigns #jey uso #jimmy uso #the bloodline #wwe

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spidybaby · 2 years ago

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New streets

Summary: Trying to find your way into the streets of Barcelona by yourself for the first time is harder than you expected.

Warnings: none ❤️

Being new to the city was complicated. You moved from Tenerife to go to college in Barcelona, accepting Pedro's offer to move with him until you find your own place to stay.

You can't deny Barcelona was extraordinary, a city that has a lot of history, it's magical.

The problem is that you convinced yourself that you can start going out on your own without instructions.

When Pedro asked you to wait for him to arrive home so you could go to the market, you say no.

You already felt like a burden, having him drive you everywhere and not being able to do the same for him.

Fer even offer to take you and show you the streets, in any other occasion you'll say yes, but today you feel smart enough to do it alone.

"Estas segura?" (Are you sure?) Fer asked a little worried about you. "Si me dejas terminar con esto, te acompaño" (if you let me finish this, I'll go with you)

"Tranquilo Fer, voy rápido" (relax Fer, I'll be quick), you say, grabbing your things, ready to go. "Quieres que te traiga una Dr. Pepper?" (Want me to bring you a Dr. Pepper?")

"Por favor," he says, smiling. "Ten cuidado, cualquier cosa me llamas niña." (Be careful, call me if anything happens, kiddo.)

Once you're out of the house, you search on Google maps the closest market.

As you make your way down the street, you enjoy the views. Barcelona is breathtaking.

You were happy with how quickly you made it to the market.

Taking your phone to message Pedro, wanting to share your excitement with him.

(I know you're training and you'll see this later, but I have to tell you something 😋

I'm at the market, I got here alone and didn't get lost)

You block your phone and continue with your shopping spree, looking for the soda you said you were buying for Fer.

Your phone takes you out of your concentration when you are reading the back of a soda can.

("Hi baby ❤️ Actually I'm done with training.

😂😂😂😂 I'm happy for you"

"Do you want me to buy something for you?"

"No baby, I'm fine.

I'm noticing you're very close to the training camp. Do you want to come over here and then we go home?")

Not completely sure about it you Google the directions to get to where he was.

The trip to the market was easy due to it being an almost straight walk. The training camp was a more complicated way.

After a few minutes looking at the online map, you decide it was not that difficult, and you could do it.

("See you in a bit, I just have to pay, and I'm on my way. "

"I'll wait for you, please be careful")

You hurried with the last items and paid on a self checkout to be quick.

You followed the instructions as the map says, but you also decide to trust a little more than you should and text your friend.

After a few minutes, you noticed you were, in fact, not where you should be. You frown as the map says it's the right way, seconds mistake trusting that. You kept walking and texting, only losing the way more than before.

Ten minutes later and a different name on the streets as the gps says you begin to worry.

Not wanting to worry your boyfriend, you text Fernando.

("Remember I told you I was not going to get lost? ... Help")

You kept walking, trying to fix your mistake, little did you know you were making it worse.

("But 🤣🤣🤣🤣 you were getting five things at the supermarket, how did you end up lost?"

"Don't laugh at me, Fernando. I wanted to get over where your brother is, and I ended up lost"

"I can't help but laugh. Where are you right now?

"I don't know")

You tried to identify the streets to be able to tell where you were, no success.

The stress was getting over you, feeling dumb.

("Calm down, what stores are near you?"

"The Mercè library"

"You're on the other side of the camp, y/n")

The frustration was getting the best of you. Texting and walking on a road you didn't know was a bad choice.

The internal debate your mind was creating over two options, one, Fernando can give you instructions on how to take a bus or something, two, ask him what to do from now on.

Choosing the second option, you kept texting him.

("Any recommendations?"

"Yes, stay there and call Pedro, ask him to pick you up, please don't get lost.")

Sitting on a bench outside the library, you call your boyfriend.

"Preciosa, ya estas afuera?" (Baby, are you outside?)

"No, amor. Estoy por la biblioteca, del otro lado de donde estas." (No, love. I'm by the library on the other side of the city.)

"Qué pasó? Estas bien?" (What happened? Are you okay?)

"Si, estoy bien. Es que." (Yes, I'm fine. Is just.)

You doubt telling him the truth.

You know you don't have to be nervous over him knowing you're lost. Pedro would never judge you or make fun of you.

"Me perdí" (I got lost)

"Ay, mi amor. Esta bien, ahora voy por ti, quédate quieta que ya llego por ti." (Oh love, it's okay, I'm coming to get you, stay where you're I'm coming.)

You hang up after a small "Thank you."

Picking a candy from your grocery bag while waiting for him.

Your phone started ringing, it was Fer.

"Hola"

"Hola, llamaste a Pedro?" (Did you call Pedro?)

"Si, ya viene por mi, gracias." (Yes, he's coming to get me, thank you.)

Fernando senses the disappointment in your voice. As much as he wants to joke about it, he knows you wanted to do things on your own, not wanting to bother him or his brother.

"Ey no te pongas triste, es normal que esto pase, eres nueva en la ciudad y para ser tu primera vez sola no fue nada mal. Llegaste a la tienda por ti sola." (Hey, don't be sad. This is normal. You're new here, and for being your first time going alone, you did it great. You got to the market all by yourself.)

That makes you feel a little better.

"Gracias, te veo en un rato cuando Pedro y yo lleguemos." (Thank you, see you in a bit when Pedro and I get there.)

"Vale, los espero" (okay, I'll wait for you)

While you waited for your boyfriend to arrive, you saw the cars passing and finished your candy.

After a good ten minutes, you saw the black Maserati parking in front of you. Pedro pulled the window down smiling.

"Uber para la señorita más hermosa de España" (uber for the most beautiful lady in Spain)

You can't help the smile. He knows how to light up your mood.

"Gracias, pero no pedí un uber, de hecho estoy esperando a mi novio" (thank you, but I actually didn't order an Uber. I'm waiting for my boyfriend.)

"Bueno pero igual te puedo llevar, descuidado te deja esperando, te podrían robar" (well, I can still take you, careless dude, leaves you waiting someone could stole you)

You laugh and open the car door.

As you got in, he took the grocery bag and placed it onto the back seat.

"Hola preciosa," he says before kissing you.

The kiss was getting a little more heated than you expected, but the sound of a car horn made you separate but not before giving him a small kiss.

"Gracias por venir por mi" (thanks for coming for me)

You took his hand in yours and kissed the back of his hand.

"No agradezcas, mejor dime como acabaste hasta acá" (don't thank me, tell me how did you end over here?)

You tell him with details how you got lost. He laughed but did the same thing Fernando did, reassured you it was okay.

Once you arrived at his house he helped you with the grocery bag.

Fernando was waiting for the two of you with some dinner ready.

"La pequeña Dora la exploradora regreso de su aventura" (little Dora the explorer came back from adventure.) He says as he hugs you.

"No la molestes" (don't make fun of her)

Pedro tried not to laugh at the jokes his brother was saying, but even you were laughing.

"Sigue así y tomaras agua del bater, capullo" (keep up, and you'll drink toilet water, idiot). You laugh as you organize the groceries.

After helping with setting the table, the three of you ate and laughed at jokes Fernando was telling.

You offered to wash the dishes as Pedro took a shower and Fernando organize something in his room.

You were concentrated in the song that was playing in the background, but a pair of hands on your waist take you back to reality.

"Me alegro que estés bien y que lograras llegar a la tienda y ahora sabes también llegar a la biblioteca" (I'm happy you're okay and that you got to get to the market, now you know how to get to the library too) Pedro joke kissing your shoulder.

"Eres un pesado, amor" (you're an asshole, love), you laugh. "Tal vez para el partido llegue al camp nou por mi cuenta" (maybe for the match I'll get to Camp Nou by myself).

"Por ahora tratemos de quedarnos cerca, no quiero tener que parar el partido para ir por ti." (Let's get close for now, I don't want to have to stop the match to come get you) he jokes.

"Acepto" (deal), you say, tuning around to kiss him.

Just like the kiss in the car, this one was getting a little more heated than necessary, but you weren't complaining.

"Consigan un cuarto o pierdanse." (Get a room or get lost) Fernando joked.

You two laugh, hugging.

Even though your first experience by yourself was not the best, it was not bad at all. You had two boys who will do everything to protect you and you were thankful for both.

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fantasiawandering · 2 months ago

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I've been struggling a bit lately and could use some advice from the hivemind. It deals with a lot of the emotional baggage I've been trying to carry lately, so I'm putting it under a cut if you're not in the headspace for that sort of thing right now.

So the relevant backstory: Dad was in love with Mum since high school, and when she died, he went to pieces. My sister, who'd been living at home, helping take care of Mum through the cancer, basically put her grief on hold to keep Dad going through the next six months. Then, on the way home from Mum's memorial six months after her death, he told my sister he was seeing someone. He met her at work when he returned from bereavement leave. Now, I do understand this is a man who never learned how to handle his own emotions. He'd always had my grandmother, then my mother, to manage them for him. But in the next year, he did pretty much everything he could to drive both of his children away for a woman who bailed on him the moment the going got tough. Without getting into too much detail, my sister checked into an institution a while back because she was having some pretty dark thoughts about her own life, and her triggers were feeling like a burden to the family. Mum assured her she wasn't, and that she'd always have a home as long as she needed it. But as soon as that woman moved in and Dad didn't need my sister anymore, he started emotionally abusing and berating my sister, telling her what a burden she was every day until she had no choice but to leave. This was in the middle of the lockdowns. My sister landed with one of the greatest people in the world, and they're living in poverty but relatively happy. Because of this, Dad has convinced himself that not only did he do nothing wrong, he was actually a great Dad, making sure his disabled child developed independence.

But after multiple infections thanks to the woman he was living with (who believed that COVID was "just the sniffles" and vaccines were poison, and as long as they drank colloidal silver they'd be fine), Dad now believes he's developing dementia. His doctor thinks it's actually "pseudodementia," which apparently is mental health related. But Dad watched his mother lost to Alzheimer's and nothing scares him more. And the second colloidal silver and celery juice didn't cure him, the woman he'd moved into the house bounced.

Now Dad's scared. And he's been pressuring us to move in with him to take care of him. My sister will never trust him or put herself in that position again, and I'm of the same mind. He used to do similar to me when I lived there. Meanwhile, I'm still sick with a mystery disease that has no cure yet. I've got GP who actually believes in Long COVID, and a series of specialists I can get to in under 20 minutes. They're basically hacking away at the hydra heads of my symptoms until modern medicine figures out where the heart is. I'm still very much disabled. If I get ANY infection, my immune system goes berserk and starts doing the equivalent of firing a bazooka into a crowd in hopes of hitting whatever is off. I'm just coming off of about 2 months of throwing up at least once a day from the havoc it's wreaked on my digestive system. I can barely take care of myself, let alone another person, and if I moved three hours away to a small town with no public transit, at a time when there's a provincial crisis and NOBODY can find a new GP, not only would I lose my health network, but I'd be essentially housebound in a way I'm not in the city. I also know that I physically cannot handle a three-hour commute either way on days when I have to go in to work, so moving in would involve giving up the career I've been working toward for twenty years.

For all of these reasons, I said no. His siblings are coming at me with varying degrees of "it's your filial duty." None of them really understand just how sick I actually am, but I also don't think that would change things. And I feel guilty. Despite knowing that moving into a place with no infection control could make me bedbound or worse, and that I can't afford to be without a GP or a medical team, I feel like I've failed somehow. I love my Dad. But I can't take care of him and keep myself healthy at the same time. I've been doing what I can from here since he first started feeling like he was losing it. Every other day, I call him and read him a chapter of Sherlock Holmes, and he's told the rest of the family how much he enjoys it. And sometimes it's exhausting to read for that long, but I do it because he needs me and it's something I CAN do. I've also offered to help with his banking and things, but he's turned me down whenever I offer.

Now, since I said no, Dad has said that he wants to sell his house and move into a care community, and that what's holding him back is knowing if he did, there'd be nothing left for me and my sister when he's gone. And I don't think that's an attempt at manipulation, I genuinely believe he's concerned, because he knows how much we both struggle currently. But honestly, neither one of us was counting on getting anything anyway, and as much as we're still deeply hurt by what he did (he also threw my mother's remains away and then informed us in an add-on to an email forward, which broke me in a way I've never been broken before, and when my sister called him out on it, HE got mad and said "it was none of your business, this was between a husband and his wife."), we still want him safe and not alone and scared. We've both told him as much, and that neither of us are the kind of people who'd be sitting around going "raaah, how dare he spend our inheritance! Who does he think he is taking care of himself?"

But it's not an easy thing to deal with, especially given that I'm the one he's leaning on hardest -- I think even he realized he didn't just burn the bridge with my sister, he nuked it from orbit. I've been crying on and off for the last three days. And I don't know how to get myself out of it. Anyway, if you've made it this far, thank you. And yeah, that's what I'm dealing with as I try to drag myself out of this funk. So here's where the advice part comes in. I've been reflecting on a lot of things, and one of the conclusions I've come to is I need something to DO. I fill my days when I'm not working with movies and playing video games with my sister, but I think I need a physical hobby. Something to do with my hands. Something that lets me create things.

I've had to put a lot of what I used to do on hold. My brain still hasn't healed enough to write reliably. I started knitting, but COVID did something to my eyes, and when I look at the knitting for more than a minute or two, the rest of the world goes blurry and I can't see clearly again for another thirty minutes. I have similar problems with the beadwork I used to do. Anything that involves leaving the house is iffy due to my health, so it's got to be something I can do from home. So. Any ideas? What brings you joy?

#Fantasia rambles

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vro0m · 1 year ago

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vro0m's rewatch - 185/332

2016 US GP

Alright we're getting so close to the end of this season it took me ages to get through. Round 18 out of 21. It's COTA, and I have a lot of content for it (including videos I'll post after this review).

Lewis is on pole. Nico is 0.2 behind, then it's Ricciardo and Verstappen, Raikkonen and Seb, Hulkenberg, Valtteri and Massa, and Sainz.

Thing is, apparently, Merc had to break curfew to change his fuel injector or something so his reliability problems aren't past him.

We also hear during Max's interview that they had an hour-long drivers meeting in part about his defensive driving and shenanigans. He's not bothered by it as usual. Later in the broadcast we learn that Charlie has declared that they will now investigate such moving under braking moves reported to them as potentially dangerous manœuvres to try to stop it from happening. The commentators are divided.

We get a Lewis interview! He says he'd never had a pole in Austin before and he's worked hard for it so he's happy. He says he's always had issues with turn 1. Brundle asks what's on his mind when it comes to the championship with 4 races to go. He says right now he's not thinking too much, except for his job that Sunday. He's had another problem with his engine (the thing with the fuel injector I imagine) and that's something he's "conscious of", but his team said it wouldn't be a problem for the race although he will lose a bit of performance.

But together they'll find a solution and move forward and hopefully it'll be fine. He has a somewhat unhinged smile after that, like he forgot to look unbothered by it and thinks "oh right I need to be more lighthearted."

Brundle sums up where they're at with the points and how Lewis turned it around before etc. Lewis says he just has to try to do the best job. He's got his first pole in COTA, it'd be good if he could do the same thing next week. He says he's never won in Brazil before, so they're all huge targets for him. And the last race is generally a good one, a good track for him. "Your new best friend might become RedBull, you know?" Brundle says, because they can take points away from Nico. "True," he answers. "Daniel can be, Daniel and Max can definitely be very good friends of mine," he starts laughing.

"But we shall see." Brundle says if they're wheel to wheel with Nico, if they take each other out, Nico gains because he'll still be 33 points ahead with only 75 points left for grabs instead of a hundred. Does that enter his head? "It hasn't up until you just mentioned it," he sighs and chuckles.

"But I have to believe that… (he pauses, in his thoughts) I have to believe and trust that that's not… that's not the racer that he is. Regardless of other experiences in the past but… Yeah so I, no, I believe he's gonna put in a fair fight." (Literal chills.) Brundle asks if Nico gets the title, does Lewis think he deserves it? "I mean he's done the job with what he has so, obviously he's not had any reliability problems, so he's done the job– he's had one DNF when we crashed but otherwise he's had a great run of reliability, and he's done the job with it. So, you know. (He thinks.) In terms of who deserves and who's not, I mean he's done everything he has, he's come to do." He says fortunately for Nico, he wasn't able to fight him with equal cars reliability wise.

Like I said in another race review : Nico will always have won against someone he sees as better than him, and Lewis will always have lost to someone he sees as not as good as he is.

Brundle asks where he's at on a scale of it's the end of the world if I don't get this championship to I've got three already, I will win more, it'll hurt but I'll get over it. He smirks.

"I'm already looking forward to going skiing at the end of the year. So it doesn't matter what's gonna happen in these next weeks, I'm still gonna go skiing. I'm still gonna get the best day of the year when I'll get on a slope. There will be family, there will be Christmas, so many great things to look forward to." He admits this year has been difficult but again only as far as reliability issues go. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Brundle asks how he's gonna sleep (it's the night before the race). "Well Coco snores quite a lot, so I wake up quite often." He breaks into laughter. "She's snoring louder and louder I don't know why. So in the middle of the night you have to give her a kick," he mimes, and laughs. Brundle says he must be kidding, he's fighting for a world championship and his dog is keeping him awake, but Lewis swears it’s true.

Brundle asks if he dreams about the perfect start. "I never actually really dream about racing," Lewis says. He says the worst dream he has and it used to happen when he was younger was spiders.

He says he recently was on a flight and everyone was asleep and he sleepwalked which hasn't happened to him in 10 years (that's pretty unusual in itself, sleepwalking is relatively rare in adults).

"Around the airplane?" Brundle asks. "No no, I just like, I stand up on top of the bed," he raises his arms above his head, "shouting like 'holy–' there's a hu– spider the size of the table, on my pillow. And it's like jumping at me and then I literally was standing and my friend had to put me back to sleep I didn't know about it."

"We woke everyone up, they all thought we were gonna crash." He laughs.

Simon says he seems in great spirits. Brundle points out he's won there three times but only ever from second place on the grid. He says there's a longer version of this interview (that I won't be able to watch of course) and says he was "really good value" that night. "He's got plenty to say, he's always fascinating to listen to." He does say he sensed that he's more nervous than Rosberg (but then again that would make sense). They also say the team has said that regarding the engine issue it would cause a loss of between a half and a whole second over the course of the whole GP so I guess it's not that much of an issue and Lewis is just still anxious about reliability.

They're worried about the start, the Mercedes have had pretty bad starts all year, and Daniel is right behind them on supersofts on top of it.

Alright. Let's race. Formation lap.

And they're racing!

They both had good starts! Lewis' car looks a bit twitchy as they get to the first corner but he gets it fine and Ricciardo is getting ahead of Nico now! Two cars went wide at the back. Hulkenberg is last from 7th on the grid, he reports big damage at the front. Just as we hear him we see two cars collide in the midfield. It's Perez and Kvyat. They're back on track very quickly. Seb is relentlessly attacking Max, who overtook him. Valtteri has a puncture. Verstappen got really wide in the penultimate corner. Here's the top 10 at the end of the first lap : Lewis, Daniel, Nico, Raikkonen, Verstappen, Seb, Massa, Sainz, Alonso and Gutierrez. Hulkenberg and Bottas are both in the pits. Seb is very close to Max again, or still. Lewis sets a fastest lap and he's out of Ricciardo's DRS range. Jenson and Gutierrez are battling for P10. Hulkenberg has retired. There's racing in the midfield but nothing very interesting. Then Ricciardo is called in. Raikkonen as well. These supersofts really don't last long. Nico is told they're going for the long game "so push hard now" and he answers pushing hard is not the long game. Max is pitting as well and that's early. He started on the softs. It's a surprise.

It's lap 10. Lewis, Nico +5.5, Seb +4.9, Massa +7.8, Sainz +2.5, Ricciardo +2.0, Alonso +0.4, Raikkonen +2.6, and Max overtakes Jenson for P9. Lewis is called in. They're responding to RedBull. And Nico is also called in. It's gonna be a double stop then. But Lewis stays out?! Ricciardo up in P4 now. Lewis pits the next lap. This might be close. Quick 2.3. Lewis stays ahead, it wasn't as close as we feared. Lots of pit stops now. Max overtakes Raikkonen for P5. Kvyat gets a 10 second time penalty for the first lap collision with Perez. Nico is told he's the only car on mediums and it's the long game. He's currently faster than Lewis. Seb pits from the lead. Quickly, Nico is under pressure from Max, but of course he's on the faster tyre. Gutierrez has a brake issue, he DNFs. Nico is also around a second behind Daniel.

It's lap 20. Max is told to make sure he can finish his stint, he's pushing too much. "I'm not here to finish fourth," he answers. Lewis, Ricciardo +5.1, Nico +1.3, Max +0.8, Raikkonen +4.1, Seb +3.6, Massa +13.7, Sainz +8.8, Alonso +7.0, and Kvyat +5.2. Jenson overtakes Kvyat for P10. Max has locked up so he's not pressuring Nico as much now. (Oh Kvyat's contract has been signed.) Seb has caught up with Raikkonen and he's much faster so we're waiting for the team orders to drop. But Raikkonen pits which solves it. Ricciardo also pits. Then Max, but they weren't ready for him! Catastrophic! It's a 9.2 stop. "What happened Max?" – "I thought you boxed me, sorry." Did he start daydreaming or something? Midfield stops, now. Seb is called in. Ohhh. And Max is very slow…

It's lap 30. It seems to be an engine failure, but he's still going, trying to reset his car… He says he feels something hitting the engine. Let's review the top 10 in the meantime : Lewis is 10 seconds ahead of Nico, then Daniel +15.7, Raikkonen +3.6, Seb +8.5, Sainz +19.6, Alonso +4.2, Massa +8.2, Perez +10.0, and Jenson +3.4. Ted reminds us that he indeed thought something was wrong with the car during Max's stop. He heard the knocking sound he is now reporting. He kept going this whole time staying out of everyone's way but now he's crossing the gravel trap and parking his car on the grass. Virtual safety car. There's an onboard replay. Complete silence in the commentators' cabin as always. I like the way they diagnose car problems by ear, it's fun. Max gets on the curbs, the car vibrates, and as he keeps going it's like the vibrating noise doesn't stop. You hear the hitting very clearly. "Yeah it's something with transmission," Brundle says. Lewis is called in during the VSC. It's great for him. Rosberg also pits. In the end it's not the long game, I guess. Ricciardo : "They got a free pit stop basically." He's told yes. "That's so fucked up". "We have some rear wing drop outs as you may notice," Seb is told. "Yeah, some ! Some is good, keep joking," he answers with a dry laugh. Raikkonen pits and it seems all good but he slows down right at the pit exit and stops! What is wrong! "Why were there sparks at the rear?" he roars. "There was a gun still attached as you left. Stop, stop, Kimi, stop, stop stop." He's trying to back into the pitlane. Incredible! He's really doing it! No he stopped. We see the replay but it's unclear what was wrong.

It's lap 40. Raikkonen is still reversing into the pitlane. He's made it but the Ferrari mechanics are nowhere? He's out of the race. What a weird thing. He's walking to the garage. On the race transcript I read that they think a tyre is not bolted in properly. Ferrari is under investigation for unsafe release. Top 10 : Lewis, Nico +9.7, Ricciardo +6.1, Seb +10.4, Sainz (brace yourselves) +40.8 (!), Massa +0.9, Alonso +3.5, Perez +17.5, Jenson +8.2, Grosjean +6.9. Ted seems to recall that Charlie said he would start enforcing grid penalties for unsafe release. Weird idea. I feel like the end of this race might be boring. We're just looking at Massa trying to get that P5. Oh Alonso is closing on him as well.

It's lap 50, I have nothing to say. Oh wait. Nico is closing on Lewis. The gap is down to 6. But like. There's 5 laps left so no worries. Alonso gets ahead of Massa by making contact with him and pushing him off track. Seb pitted? Well it's not like he was under pressure from Sainz but. They're not giving a point for the fastest lap yet, are they? He can't catch Ricciardo either. Front left puncture for Massa because of that contact with Alonso. He pits. He also has the gap to do so without losing places. Alonso is attacking Sainz. Lewis is starting his final lap. Alonso gets ahead, locks up, goes wide, still manages to stay ahead. Very aggressive.

And it's the end of the race!

Lewis wins. He gets the congratulations of both Bono and Paddy. If my calculations are correct the gap to Nico must be 26 points now. Seb got the fastest lap indeed.

I don't know who the Merc rep is, but it's a woman. "Well done Lewis," she tells him.

He smiles and she kisses his cheek as they hug. Cute. The cool down room is otherwise very silent. It's taking ages to get to the podium celebration.

Oh. Lewis arrives and he has his arm around the Merc rep’s shoulders and while he's holding her hand. So, so, so cute.

Ooooh it's Victoria Vowles ! James' wife. She's so pretty! I didn't know she worked for the team as well.

She gets DROWNED in champagne by both drivers, of course. Several people in the crowd are holding up shoes for Daniel lol.

Gerard Butler is doing the interviews. Oh yeah, it's Lewis' 50th win! He didn't ask him a question, he just told him that basically. There's really nothing much happening in these podium interviews.

Toto says it might have been boring for the spectators but for them it was a good one. Hill says we've all been absorbed in "this whole issue with Lewis, Lewis's attitude and his mood and the relationship between the two drivers", but that weekend they were perfect. He asks if Toto talked to them, did they have a discussion. "I think we underestimate the pressure under which these guys are." He says they both have everything to win and everything to lose as we reach the end of the season. "I think there will be things you say, that next day you regret." Hill agrees that the pressure gets to them, he reiterates that this has been a good weekend for them. He describes Lewis as "very relaxed", "very comfortable" and "very sort of magnanimous towards Nico". But he also insists it's gonna come to a crunch, "there's gonna be– we just feel it, can't you? It's coming. You've got three more races. Are you ready?" Toto smiles. "Yeah you know it's interesting because we're not having any games anymore in there. There is no psychological warfare like we've seen in the past years. (👀) It's very calm. They are both in a good mood. But I am always skeptical, you know, I kind of wait whether this is a volcano to erupt or not. So let's wait and see." (Is this the eye of the storm?)

In his interview, Lewis says it has been a long time coming (his 50th, and his 5th US win). He says he couldn't take his mind off the engine issue they had in quali so he was down on power compared to Nico during the race (Toto denied it).

He says he's relaxed, he's happy to be there and it's nice to have a solid weekend. He was 100% sure of his start, he knew it was gonna go well and it's nice to be in that position after so many ups and downs. "Let the battle continue and hopefully it continues like this." She asks how did he know the start was going to be good, was something different? He says he was just confident that he was gonna get it right this time, he chuckles. They worked hard in the factory during the previous week and found a couple of small changes that he was more comfortable with. She asks if that means he goes to Mexico feeling overall more confident. Not really, he says. Reliability is– he turns around and shrugs in Nico's direction, he doesn't think ‘he’ has the same worries about that, but he himself does. That's the only thing that can get in his way, he thinks.

Lewis spends a long time in the garage taking photos with more or less famous people, in particular Venus Williams is there. He says he doesn't know why he does so well in the US, he's not more focused, he doesn't have more determination there than elsewhere. The track feels great, his friends are here, there's a lot of British flags out there. Johnny says he's dealing with the pressure well, as he knows he has to win these races and he puts in on pole and wins… Lewis interrupts : "Well I have this weekend," he corrects and chuckles. Johnny brushes it off, saying it's what this is all about : just Lewis doing the job on the track when he has the opportunity. Lewis says it was the longest afternoon because he didn't know if the car was gonna make it. Simon asks why, is it the fuel system change? It was and he insists again he was down on power compared to Nico, it's that and the reliability issues only they seem to have had. Simon calls him out on the power thing, saying Toto told them it wasn't the case. Lewis maintains he was. He says he could potentially lose 1 to 1.8 second in the race. That's nothing dude. Hill says in 2015 Lewis won his title there, is Austin, and then was more relaxed and Nico got the advantage in the last few races. He asks if he's gonna approach these last few races differently now. "I mean, clearly, you know, if you're not focused you can't deliver," he says finally after hesitating a bit. "It's the same for everyone right?" Lewis is not enjoying the insinuation. "Honestly I've been focused all year. I'm just gonna continue to try and do the job I'm doing." He says if he can finish the season driving like this and feeling positive like this he can go into his winter break pretty happy either way. They agree the start was great. "And you've worked on it as well haven't you?" Johnny says. "I mean I've been working on it all year," Lewis says, shaking his head. "True," Johnny says. But this was the first race he knew it was gonna be good, Lewis finishes. "And I know the next one's gonna be good. So…" He also says he doesn't have any new gloves when Johnny implies he does for some reason. Simon sums up by saying he knows what he has to do and that's getting poles, winning races, and hoping Nico gets bad luck. Lewis again says Nico is not having reliability issues. He says normally "the rule" says at some stage of the year you would. But if he has perfect reliability throughout the year then all he can do is do the best job he can.

Lewis is taking photos with fans. Like he's in the middle of a small crowd of 20-30 people. Being pushed around. Getting touched. Trying to keep them from touching him actually.

After Ted's notebook, Simon asks the others what they think of the fact that Lewis and Toto are saying different things about the engine issue. Brundle thinks it's Lewis putting pressure on the team, and some powerplay, and so he's exaggerating it a bit because it's yet another issue he's had with his car. Hill agrees, he thinks that's him reminding everyone that the team hasn't 100% delivered on the car. Johnny thinks it's a bit different than that. For him, Lewis basically said he doesn't think Nico is gonna have issues in the last three races and that's Lewis saying I'm gonna lose the championship and this is the reason why I'm gonna lose. At the same time he agrees that's a dig to the team so they make sure it doesn't happen again. Simon thinks you need to have that mentality if you're gonna be a champion. "You know, he's not gonna blame himself, is he?" Hill says Lewis seems to him "someone who's very clear in his own mind that he's better than everyone else" and so he expects to be given the best equipment and that was the deal when he joined Mercedes. He also thinks the mechanics switcharound they did earlier in the year has backfired. They tried to be fair and unluckily Lewis had all these mechanical issues, and it creates conspiracy theories. Brundle says your mechanics aren't the ones putting your engine together though. He also says when you join a new team you don't go "I'm not gonna do too much this first year because I don't know the mechanics", you just have to deal with it basically. Hill says Lewis is also "playing to the gallery" and he's "sending out a story about Lewis's career and himself, and his fans buy it, they love it, they love that kind of, you know, little bit of pressure– he pulls his weight, and he is a big weight in this sport." Johnny thinks that's not something he needs to do. He says we know, if he keeps winning races and loses the championship, that it's not his fault. It was the team's issues. He doesn't understand why Lewis needs to feed into it. Brundle says when you think of the other champions, Prost, Senna, Alonso, then he says Schumi didn't moan he was a team builder, he hardly ever poked the team, but "Nigel would have a moan wouldn't he? Senna– everything was unfair, he thought the whole system was against him." Brundle agrees with Simon that's just how the champions are. Simon tells Hill "you love a good moan, don't you?". Hill doesn't pick up on the joke. "I love a moan!" Simon chuckles. Hill says he did it as well but it can blow up in your face if you're not careful.

Sensitive topic but I would say my opinion on it is that 1. He's truly had issues Nico hasn't and it's annoying and unfair and he’s frustrated with that. 2. I've said it before but Lewis tends to get a bit paranoid when things aren't under control for him so I do think he might have truly felt someone was messing with him and his engines, although he certainly didn’t mean to say it publicly. 3. He knows there's little chance of him winning and he's indeed preparing the discourse for when he loses. He has to blame it on something else than Nico being better than him. 4. Aside of all this I agree Lewis has kind of written his own legend at times, like Hill says, but first of all they all do it. As in WE all do it. We all have our own narrative for our lives and that’s probably even more the case when so many people are involved in your life and discussing it whether you want it or not. You have to make and tell your story. That’s fair game. Second of all, Lewis has had to do it himself maybe more than others because a lot of the people who were writing the story for him did it poorly and were racist and overall assholes about it. (I mean he did fight journalists about it that season didn’t he?)

Three races to go!

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2016 #2016 us gp

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cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo · 2 years ago

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Being lost wasn't exactly an uncommon occurance for them. They weren't really much of a navigator. But usually they had others to help them, or even just GPS signal to get a map. But not here. Not now. And that proved to be even worse for them as it was a cloudy night and every tree in this forest looked identical. And they were only human. They have no idea where they are, how they got here or which way they came from. They are well and truly lost.

And there is only one thing they can do, the only thing their mind and body will let them do.

They sit down against the trunk of one of the massive trees, curl up and begin to quietly weep.

They only wanted to keep themself small and unnoticeable, but they couldn't help it when the tears began to flow. All they hope for is that they don't attract some unwanted attention. A place like this could harbour all sorts of species, and they don't expect them all to be friendly.

But something does notice them. And takes interest.

A sudden shift in pressure around and under them startles and terrifies them, but before they could scream in terror or yell at whatever may be causing this to not hurt them, a soothing, quiet voice removes any tension they held.

"Shhhh, shh, it's ok, you're ok, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll keep you safe, I promise."

As they hear that, a warm pressure surrounds their entire body. It feels so comforting and cozy and safe. They quickly realise that whoever picked them up pulled them into a soft, gentle hug. Upon realising this, they lower any guard they still have up, and completely lean into it, and fall half asleep for their journey, the rhythmic swaying of their protector's body comforting them.

They come to once they reach a cave with some bioluminescent plants, and the giant person pulls them away from his chest and holds them out in his outstretched hand. This gives them a better view of him, letting them know that this kind being who carried them here was a giant naga. They have a naga friend at home, but they're not nearly as big as him.

"Are you ok? I hope I didn't hold you too tightly..." said the giant naga softly.

"No, no, I'm fine, thanks. And thank you. For saving me. My name's Sam by the way." they respond.

"And mine's Laykan, pleasure to meet you." he said with a sweet smile, "You can stay here until morning, and I'll take you to the edge of the forest, there's a town right next to it. If you want anything else, just ask."

Sam thanks him, but thinks about that last remark, as well as their naga friend back home.

"Actually, there is one thing" they say, avoiding eye contact.

He leans in slightly, saying "Sure, go ahead"

"Could you please -um, eat me?"

Laykan blinks in surprise, unsure of what to think. "I- I'm sorry, did you just ask me... to eat you? Are you really sure?"

"Yeah. I have a friend at home, she's a naga too - not as big as you, though - but sometimes when either of us sleeps at the other's place, she swallows me so I can sleep in her stomach. It's really comfy. And, well, I really feel at ease around you, like I know for a solid fact you wouldn't hurt me."

"You... really trust me that much?" was his only reply. They nodded in return. "Well, if you really want me to, then... alright. But, uh..." he sheepishly looked away and hoped the darkness would cover his blush, "... is it ok if I taste you? Not much just... just a bit."

"Sure, taste me as much as you want" Sam replies, laughing slightly, "I'm kinda curious about it myself."

Laykan picks them up by their waist and brings them towards his face before giving a questioning look, which is responded to by Sam with a clear nod, and he opens his jaws wide and carefully puts them in his mouth.

Once they were safely in his mouth, he began tasting them all over, rolling his forked tounge all over their body, pressing them against the inside of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth. He worried that he was overdoing it or possibly hurting them, but he felt no sign of protest.

Eventually, however, Laykan decided he had tasted them enough and tilts his head back to begin swallowing them. The gentle, flowing movements of his tounge and throat eased over Sam, pulling them closer into the comforting, awaiting abyss of his stomach. They quickly and easily slip into his esophagus, and begin making their journey down into his belly. Outside, Laykan is enjoying the event more than he had expected, so almost instinctively places a finger on the lump in his neck and follows it down until it dissapears into his torso.

Without much resistance, Sam finally gets deposited in the soft, fleshy chamber deep in his core. They very quickly reorganise themself before resting against his stomach walls, whilst Laykan does the same with the cave wall and places his hand over Sam in his belly.

"Are you alright in there Sam?"

"Just fine, thanks" came the muffled voice from behind his flesh, "And how'd I taste?"

He licked his lips to get any remaining taste of them before replying "Bitter and somewhat salty, but I like that, so you were quite delicious."

"Well that's nice to know" they responded before yawning.

"Well, this has been quite fun but it seems you need some rest, so I'll leave you to it. I'll let you out in the morning. Or not if you'd rather stay in there some more."

Sam was barely grasping onto consciousness by that point. It' was's just too soft and warm and comfortable for them to stay awake. The last thing they could do before drifting off was to sleepily mutter "You're such a nice guy, Laykan. And a comfy bed, too."

Hearing that brings a soft smile to his face, and he spends the rest of his waking hours slowly and gently rubbing his stomach, ensuring that Sam would sleep comfortably the whole night, because he knew more than anything they need it.

#i like nagas if it isnt obvious by this point #i should probably use more species but i'll get around to that later #anyway comfy soft vore my specialty #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #vore asks #sfw vore

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Hi marte, so I was thinking about what you said about how it's too late for Harry to become an lgbt activist and gain the lgbtqia community's trust back and I think you're right, there is nothing he can do now except come out. Anything he does they will see as queerbaiting and damage control. I can't blame them really. He's done very little activism but uses gay aesthetics and it seems performative because he only uses them on stage. It's all too late now so until he comes out he'll have to deal with any backlash. I however hope that he doesn't stop expressing his sexuality as it will look like guilt, like he knows he has done wrong and is backing down. That'll be even worse imo. So I hope he continues as he is and neverminds the backlash. They'll still listen to his music.

Hi, anon!

I think you need to fight Harry tooth and nail for him to stop expressing his queerness. He's fought long and hard with his label and management to be allowed to act on his queerness, express himself like he wants to and show fellow queer people that he's gay. So he won't dial back under no circumstances, not willingly anyway. So he will just have to deal with the queerbaiting accusations, or push his label and management to be allowed to act, behave and dress more stereotypically queer off stage too. As to look more consistent and not like he's only gay for pay. But that may lead to the gp thinking he's gay.

As long as he's managing the queerbaiting accusations and the voices don't get louder to the point where he gets cancelled by the community leaders and social media, he'll be fine. I also am not sure if staying silent on the issue or speaking about it is the right way to handle it. I would think addressing it would be the best course of action to appease people, but seeing how often he puts his foot in his mouth and don't have good answers to provide, i'd stay silent. Silence leads to speculation running wild though (you see how well that worked for Kate...) so it's something they'll have to keep a close eye on. I'm afraid neither H nor his team is taking this seriously enough, or have a good enough understanding of the issue and the way people feel about it to know how to approach and handle it. We'll have to see who things are developing when his new era starts.

#harry image #queerbaiting

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 1 year ago

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I was hit with so much inspiration to use this, like you don't even know. Sometimes your friends need to save people from your trauma responses. c:

TWs: torture, kidnapping, drugging, broken bones

"I'd hurry up, Dimitri! Mariano only looks like he can take a little bit more." The voice echoed through the speaker of Dimitri's phone. Whoever had taken Mariano hadn't even had him for a full day. They'd only just finished watching the sent video, scrolling through it again in case they'd missed anything.

"He has no idea." Manuel muttered, watching Mariano's eyes as his captor kept his focus on the camera instead of the captive war mage. "Oh, he has no idea. This is worse than watching someone look into the barrel of a gun."

The foggy, ring-lit gaze wasn't anywhere near done. Mariano watched the man's neck. He specifically eyed his windpipe, following it like he was stalking prey. His fingers twitched where his hands hung from their manacles. There wasn't even a muzzle, just duct tape over his mouth.

Mariano was taking mercy on him.

"I think--god, yeah, he said he'd drugged him." Manuel grimaced. "No wonder he's looking at him like that."

"Should we...hurry?" Laredo asked. "I kinda wanna see what Mariano'll do to him."

"That would be cruel." Izan answered, looking back down at the map he'd spread out and crossing through another area. "Really funny, but cruel."

"Gotta be a real jackass to get him looking so mad this soon." Dimitri said, grinning. There was blood splattered along Mariano's face, and one shoulder hung at an odd angle. Blood slowly crawled down one side of his face and pasted long hair against his cheek. It soaked his sweater. "Pity about the sweater though, I liked that one on him."

"Nah, I can get the blood out." Laredo said, backed up by a hum from Manuel. He tapped the screen with his stylus, dragging the tip along the playback bar until he got to the frame he wanted. It showed a staircase on Mariano's right: solid wood, even down to the railing. "Oooh, gonna be a house call." He scrolled further and the camera panned back to show where the short chains were attached to the wall. "I don't think those are meant to hold anything. They're not even dog leashes."

"That's it, I can't just sit here. We gotta go save this guy from himself. He's gonna do something stupid, and then he'll really have a problem on his hands." Manuel said, shaking his head. "You guys know how Marito gets when he's drugged."

"It's fine, I think I found the house. He forgot to scrub the metadata." Izan said, already typing the coordinates into his GPS app. "Also, he doesn't even know how to use the camera. All the settings were default. You guys saw how dark that was--and for no reason."

"Alright Steven Spielberg," Dimitri drawled, getting to his feet. "Get the keys, let's go get Marito before he gives this guy nightmares."

The drive was jovial, casual even as they rolled the windows down in Laredo's van and cruised towards the man who held their teammate hostage. The sun was out, there was a light breeze. It was a good day for a rescue. They didn't have trouble finding the house, even amid all the other cookie-cutter homes.

Manuel walked up to the door and knocked. He waited, before knocking again, louder this time. Once more he waited, before putting his elbow into it. This time, he knocked like he was back in the military. "C'mon, trust me! You really wanna open up!" He called, knocking again, hard and loud.

Silence met Manuel, before he sighed and shook his head. Tugging his pocket knife from his pocket, he unfolded the focus before pressing his magic into the blade. It lit up, and he heard the uproarious laughter from the van as they watched him slide the blade between the door and the frame and begin to slowly slice through it.

It swung open to reveal an immaculate living room, shrouded in darkness despite the mid-day sun trying to stream through the curtains. "Alright! I'm here for Mariano Cross, this is your chance to hand him over!" He called, voice booming through the silence.

"I promise I'm nice! I'm way nicer than his dragon! Or him, since you're probably bringing up some funky stuff for him right now!" Manuel didn't need to know the details of Dimitri and Laredo’s old prank, not all of them anyway. All he knew was that nowadays a drugged Mariano was a scared Mariano, and there weren't many things more dangerous than a scared, disoriented Mariano. "I don't even wanna hurt you! I'm actually here to save you! C'mon out!"

A figure thundered down the hall with a roar. Manuel turned and saw a towering figure leap into the air. He tried to duck, but large arms wrapped around him as the weight of a full-grown man pinned him to the floor. "You--you're not Dimitri." He snarled down at Manuel, who blinked at him.

"No, I'm not. I'm Manuel, I'm their medic." He said, squirming. He got one hand free only for that wrist to be grabbed and pinned differently. "Hey, I'm serious. You gotta let me go get Mariano."

"Why would I do that?" The man asked, sneering. "Now I have two things that Dimitri wants. He has no choice but to--"

The crack of metal snapping shot up the basement stairs, through the open door. Duct tape being ripped away followed. The man froze. "How--"

"This is what I was trying to say. You really should let me get back up. Right now." Manuel pressed. "Your other video said that you'd drugged him to kidnap him and he's a little bit touchy about that." He explained.

Footsteps started making their way up the stairs. The man's grip didn't waver. Manuel glanced between himself and the man and the door.

"I mean it, let me up! I'm here to keep him from fucking you up!" Manuel's voice got more urgent.

"He can't make it up here." The man said, not sounding sure. He couldn't take his eyes off the doorway to the basement. "I broke his leg."

Manuel winced. "He doesn't care."

"He doesn't care?!"

"He doesn't care."

Finally, the man pulled himself off of Manuel, just in time for Mariano's pact rings to raise up from the bottom of the dark doorway, heralding his ascent up the stairs.

Manuel rolled to his feet, smiling. One hand came to rest on the man's shoulder, keeping him kneeling. His grip was bruising. It was a warning.

Stay down.

As Mariano limped into the kitchen, flimsy chains still hanging from his metal cuffs, the stormy look on his face melted into a mild confusion. "Manuel...? Why are you here?" He asked, as though Manuel had simply come over to his apartment unannounced. His speech was still just a little slurred, consonants running together. "I had it handled."

"We came because we know you, and also I wanted to save this guy from himself. He was gonna get you both fucked up, and I think seeing you walk up those stairs was punishment enough." He said softly, letting go of the man and walking closer to Mariano. He cupped his face, examining the blood and bruises with a frown. "That's alright though. C'mon, the others are in the van. Let me be your crutch. You still look wobbly."

The previous anger had fully dissipated by the time Manuel released him. Mariano just looped his good arm around Manuel, casting a glance at the man who'd tormented him for the last day. "Don't ever touch me again."

It wasn't loud. He didn't snarl. The man flinched anyway.

The man didn't look up as Manuel and Mariano limped out to the van, to the waiting hands and grins of the other war mages.

Whumper Dialogue

“I’d hurry up, Caretaker! Whumpee only looks like they can take a little bit more.”

#Whump #whump prompt #Whump prompt fill #Kidnapping #broken bones #Torture #Recorded whump #Drugging #mage of violence #manuel #dimitri #izan #laredo

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joanquill · 2 years ago

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"Yep. We're lost. In the fucking woods."

Nummer 26 Character: Sherlock Is it okay when it’s in modern times So i had this idea that he and yn (his girlfriend) are in France. It was before he meet William and John. (He also said once’s he was in France so I thought abt this) but whit yn and he wanted to go on a date w her but then, after it got lost in the woods bc the car didn’t worked anymore and thought it was okay to walk but then got lost. Sorry if it’s to much

Sherlock Holmes

A/N: This is set in France before Sherlock met John and William in the UK. I only used google translate for the French part since I don't know French. Apologies if it's wrong ^^"

Tag/s: Modern!AU, Fem!Reader, Established Relationship

"Yep... It's busted," Sherlock grumbled as he closed the hood, making you bite your lip.

"Oui... Oui, je comprends... Merci pour votre temps," you declined the call with a sigh, turning to Sherlock.

"The tow company said it'll take at least two hours to get here," you muttered, looking around the road.

"Maybe we can ask for help from a-AAHHH!!!" you screeched as something jumped out of the bushes, revealing a small squirrel.

"Pfft," Sherlock covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking as he turned away from you.

"Shut up! It's your fault for making me watch horror movies last night!" you punched his back repeatedly, making him laugh.

"Yes, yes... Sorry," he smiled as he rubbed your head, making you grumble.

"Then should we walk? It should be close by," Sherlock suggested, looking around the road.

You pursed your lips as you looked around, the darkness of the forest and the rustling of leaves giving you an uneasy feeling.

"D-Don't you think we should stay in the car? And you know... Not wander around like a bunch of characters in a horror movie?" you asked as Sherlock took your things from the car.

"It should be a fifteen-minute walk from here, and you said the tow company's gonna take two hours," Sherlock answered as he double-checked the car.

"Do you want to stay here for that long?" he asked, making you shake your head.

"Then let's try walking. We can always go back if you want," Sherlock locked the car, but you were still wary.

"But you can stay here while I check around," Sherlock offered as he tossed you the car keys, leaving you behind.

"H-Huh?" you fumbled the keys as you tried to catch it, "Hey! Wait for me!" you shouted, running after him.

You hugged Sherlock's arm tightly as you walked along the side of the road, watching your environment closely.

"Don't worry, (Y/N)," Sherlock reassured, ruffling your hair.

"If a bloodthirsty squirrel jumps out again, I'll protect you,"

"Oh, shut it!" you scowled, making him chuckle.

"(Y/N), we're literally in broad daylight,"

"But we're in the middle of nowhere," you countered, holding onto him tightly.

"No," Sherlock showed you his phone with a GPS, "We're not. We'll be fine," he kissed your fingertips, "Trust me," he smiled, easing your anxieties a little.

"Okay..." Sherlock muttered, raising his phone to the sky.

"Wait here. I'll be right back," Sherlock hollered as he walked off, moving his phone around.

"H-Huh? Okay..." you mumbled as you looked around, your head snapping in each direction.

You paced around the side of the road, trying to ignore your anxieties.

'Relax, (Y/N)... Sherlock will be right back and-' you saw the bushes rattle, making you freeze.

"I-It's just gonna be a squirrel again," you muttered, but you kept your eyes focused on the bushes, readying yourself to run.

"Hey-" you felt someone grab your shoulder, making you jump and scream, scaring off whatever was in the bushes.

You quickly turned around and saw it was Sherlock covering his ears.

"Sherlock!" you shouted, furrowing your brows and balling your fists.

"Don't scare me like that!" you cried, your vision growing blurry as you wiped your eyes.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Sherlock apologized as he hugged you, rubbing your back.

"...Did you get any signal?" you asked, wiping your tears.

"Yeah... About that..." Sherlock nervously laughed, confirming your fears.

"Yep." you sighed in defeat as you hid your face in his chest, "We're lost. In the fucking woods."

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #halloween #sherlock x reader #ynm sherlock #sherlock holmes #jq halloween event

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smoooothoperator · 3 years ago

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Stronger(Lando Norris)

a/n: a little Sochi GP imagine... just to get it put of the heart. If you want more imagine like this let me know

The week started nice, a little bit rainy, but nice. We arrived at the airport early, so he bought us two coffees while we waited for the plane and the rest of the crew.

"Are you nervous?" Inasked him looking how his leg started to bounce while we were sitting. "Why do you think so?". "Lando, please. I know you". He sighed and looked at the floor, bitting his lip and then looking at me. "There's a lot of rain in Sochi. I used to be exited with rainy races, even the fans loved them. But... since Spa...". "You are afraid after the crash". He nodded with his head and looked again at the floor. "Hey, it's alright. Now the FIA knows what to do, I hope so. But don't be worried"

That was the start of the race week. He was worried. I was worried. Everybody were worried. When we arrived at the hotel the first thing I did was stare out of the window, looking the rain drops making their own race to see which one arrive at the bottom of the glass first. Lando lid on out bed, looking at the ceiling and sighing nervous.

"It's going to be the best race week. I swear it" I whispered, looking at him and walking near the bed and sitting on it, putting my hand on Lando's chest. He took my hand and squeezed it, sighing and then looking at me. "Come on, love. You have to go to the track"

He stood up and packed his backpack with his and mine things and grabbed my hand walking out of the room. We greeted everyone who wavef to us and stepped into the rented car, driving to the Sochi Autodrom. Kym saw us and took some photos of us arriving to the paddock, with our hands intertwined and smiling to each other. Charlotte and Jon saw us walking into the McLaren motorhome and they hugged me.

"He is a little nervous, I'll try my best to keep him calm, but I don't promise if it will work" I whispered into their ears.

Lando attended to the meeting with his engineers and mechanics and he did some interviews with Daniel. The first day was relaxed, nothing to worried about.

But the next days were a rollercoaster. The morning started with Lando looking at the street through the window, biting his lips at the sight of the rain. The practices were nice, he didn't complained about the rain or the wet track.

He was doing fine.

And then on Saturday, when they announced that the practice of the morning was cancelled he lost his mind. He closed himself of his driver room, meditating and calming himself by his own.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I think he will have a nice qualifying" Jon said when he saw that I was looking at the door of Lando's room.

Then he opened the door and walked to me, hugging me and kissing my lips with a smile.

"Thank you for being here" he whispered and then ran to the garage.

I watched the quali on the motorhome. I watched Lando getting the pole position. I watched how he opened the door and ran to me, wrapping his arms on my waist and pulling me into him. I laughed with him, celebrated his first pole and enjoyed watching his smile the whole day.

Then the race day came.

It started as well as expected. He woke me up hugging me and kissing my naked shoulder m, cuddled my a little while and woke up exited. The nerves of the previous days disappeared and were replaced by a permanent smile.

"You were right, darling. This is going to be the race of the season" he kissed my cheek before putting his helmet on and walked out of the garage.

I watched the race on his box, with Jon and Charlotte by my side. We exclaimed happy when he started to lead the race and fought to keep his position, when he got the fastest lap, when he leaded the race again.

But then the rain came back. At the start it was light, barely detectable. But then it was getting worse.

"Fuck" Jon groaned.

We saw the screen and they announced that all the drivers were changing their tyres. But when they said to Lando that he should change them...

"NO! SHUT UP!"

I jumped surprised by his scream. The garage was quiet, looking at the screens desperately. Charlotte and I grabbed our hands nervous, looking slowly how the mood on the box was getting worse.

And then he lost the control. He lost tho control of his car and slipped out of the track. I gasped, seeing how Hamilton took his position, watching how Lando tried to came to the pit lane, how his mechanics changed the tyres. Watching in complete silence how he crossed the finish line.

The garage at this moment was a scary place. No one was moving, talking or blinking. All of us were watching how he crossed the line the eighth.

"Oh my god, Lando"

He stayed some minutes on the car, we saw it. He didn't want to get out of.it, even this engineer reminded him of turning it off. George came to check on him, and I thanked him mentally. He got put of his car and ran with his helmet still on his head to congratulate Hamilton, hugging him without saying anything.

"I'll go see how he is" I whispered.

Charlotte nodded speechless

I waled through the paddock trying to contain my tears, feeling my breath getting heavier, and walked into the building. Everyone there were quiet, and when I saw Steve looking at the screen of his camera I walked near him.

"Where is Lando?". "He... he closed himself on his room. I tried to speak with him but he was quiet all the way here. Go talk to him, Y/N, you are the oy one that can do something".

I nodded and walked uo the stairs, standing in front of his door and knocking at it with hesitation. I didn't hear nothing from inside, so I opened the door slowly and look for him. He was standing there, in the middle of the room with his helmet on his head.

"Oh, my love" I sighed walking to him, but he took a step back. "I don't want you to see me like this" he whispered with shaky voice.

I bite my lip and placed my hands on his helmet, searching for his eyes. I know he cried. And he had the rights to do it. I kissed his helmet and pulled it off of his head slowly. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red.

"Baby" I sighed and put my hand on his cheek, tracing the line the helped left there. His closed his eyes hard, trying to erase the tears that are trying to escape. "You can do it, baby. I am here"

That was what he needed. He wrapped his arms around me and hide his face on my neck, and immediately his body started to shake with sobs. I walked slowly back and he followed me without letting me go, and lied on his bed.

"It's ok, it's ok. I got you"

He continued crying on my neck and I had to bit hard my lips to not cry. The door opened slowly and Charlotte's head appeared, but when she saw Lando curled against me and his body shaking with silent sobs, she smiled and closed it again.

"It hurts so much". "I know, honey. But your time will come. And soon. You were made to be a champion. What happened today was a demonstration that you can keep Hamilton looking at your ass for a long time"

I tried my best to make him smile. And he did it. I felt his lips smiling on my skin.

"Just be patient. Keep training. Keep fighting. What you did today was a mistake. But everyone does mistakes. Schumacher, Senna, Hamilton... but they learned from them. What you learned from today is that you have to trust your engineers, listen to your team. They do the best for you, they want you to win. And I hope you apologized to then because you screamed to them". "I did before coming here". "Good. Now, change your clothes, clean your face and show me one of your smiles"

He looked at me, tired and with puffy eyes. I pressed my lips on his and ofelt how he smiled.

"Smile, baby. Show them that you are strong, that you have the most beautiful smile even if your heart hurts like hell. I'll be there by your side like always". "I love you so much" he sighed and a little tear ran out of his eye. "I love you too, babe"

I walked behind him and when we saw Charlotte she gave me her recorder, smiling and nodding to me. I thanked her and grabbed Lando's hand, showing him the recorder and letting him know that I'll be by his side. He went to the interviews nervous, trying to not cry, and when he was trying to do it y squeezed his hand.

"Y/N" I heard Carlos on my back and turned around.

Lando was doing an interview alone, so I checked on him one last time and walked to the Spanish driver. When I was in front of him, he hugged me.

"Thank you so much for taking care of him. I was so worried that he closed himself and ran to the hotel instead doing the interviews" he whispered on my ear. "It's okay. And congratulations for the podium". "I would have enjoyed better if Lando was on top and I was second... it was our dream"

I smiled ti him and he walked to another interview. I saw George and called him, running to him and hugging him.

"This is for checking on him before" I thanked him and walked away hearing him laugh.

The next driver I shared a hig with was Daniel, who walked to us when we were coming back to the motorhome. He first hugged Lando, whispering something to him and then he hugged me.

"You are the best for him. You are his world. Thank you for looking after him, he deserves it". I smiled and tightened the hug a little bit more. "You finally bonded and I'm so happy for you, Daniel. He sees you as his big brother and his so happy to help you"

Daniel kissed my forehead and walked away, Lando and I watching how he greeted everyone.

"Let's go home, baby" he sighed, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

#lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris #formula 1 #mclaren

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years ago

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Not in the best spirits to be honest

Warnings: no smut, just pure fluff and some minor angst.

After having his worst result of the season at the 2021 Styrian GP, Daniel is feeling frustrated and you fear he's going to isolate, making things harder on himself.

Gif by @yukitsunoda

"Babe", you tried to reach for him when he walked past you on his way from the car to the hospitality trailers.

Daniel just dodged your hand and walked straight past you, Michael giving you a simpathy smile and following behind. You let out a breath and walked after them. As soon as you walked out of the back door you saw the dozens of reporters waiting for the pilots, 'that couldn't be a worse timing' you thought to yourself, but that's the job. The PR guy from the Mclaren team was already waiting for Daniel in the little area, having organized the lineup of reporters. You stayed a little behind while Daniel talked to them.

"I mean, I know this could be done another time", you commented with Michael, who was just standing by your side.

"Tell me about it", he answered nodding his head.

From what you could catch of the interviews, you knew he was really trying to be nice and not lash out on the poor reporters who had nothing to do with the situation, much like he would try to do with you or anyone else who tried to talk or cheer him up right now. The only problem is that his way of doing that would be by closing himself down and isolating for a couple of hours or days until he's suddenly fine to be the life of the party again. Call it what you want, but that's definitely not processing and there's no way that's healthy or not adding up to some big mess in the near future.

The last interview was over now. Daniel said his goodbyes and started to walk towards the Mclaren hospitality trailer, the PR guy, you, and Michael following suit behind.

"You know what? This can wait. We'll catch up later, get some rest mate", the PR guy said to Daniel as soon as you walked inside the trailer, and you wished you knew his name so you could thank him properly.

"Yeah, thanks mate", Daniel answered and disappeared inside his room.

"See ya", the PR guy said to you and Michael on his way out.

"Bye, thank you", you answered and then turned to Michael. "Hey, you think I could have a couple minutes alone with him?"

"Yeah sure, but he needs to stretch...", Michael began and you gave him a look. "Later is fine though", and walked outside. You went down the corridor and inside the room where Daniel was sitting on the bed taking off his shoes.

"Babe", you stopped in front of him, looking down.

"Don't", he said in a short tone.

"Alright, we don't have to talk... just please don't shut me out", you said in a soothing voice, putting your hands on the sides of his head and turning him to look at you.

"(y/n) I'm serious, I'm not in the fucking mood just fucking leave me alone, will ya?", he snapped at you in a hash tone, making you jump a little and take a step back, crossing your arms and looking away. That's exactly what you were trying to avoid: for the wall he built around himself to get so tall no one could reach him. You walked around the room, not knowing what to do with yourself, so you just looked outside the window.

"Alright...", you whispered to yourself.

He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry", he said looking up at you but you still couldn't look him the eyes. "Look, I... you know I didn't mean it, right?"

"Maybe it's best I just leave you alone", you said walking outside the room.

"Hold on", he said reaching for your wrist and stopping you.

"It's fine, honestly. I didn't mean to be one more thing on your mind, sorry. I should've given you some space", you tried to smile at him but deep down you knew there was only one way this 'space' thing was going and you didn't like where it was. To be honest, it actually brought tears to your eyes to think about it.

"I don't want space. Not from you", he said pulling you closer.

You stepped in between his legs and he hugged you, so you started to run your hands through his sweaty curls.

"Don't really want to talk right now though, ok?", he added.

"Okay", you said relieved. "You want to change this clothes so we can go home? Relax properly?" He just humed in response. "Maybe go yell on the top of the mountains?" He laughed at that and you could feel him smiling against your stomach.

"Yeah, let's do that", you laughed and stepped back, sitting on the bed while he got up and took off his shirt, getting a towel and walking towards the bathroom to take a shower.

After a couple minutes he returned to the room and you looked up from your phone. He had his pants on, but his shirt was bundled up on his left shoulder, while he dried his hair with the towel.

"I really thought we had it this weekend" He said casually.

"Huh?" You asked looking away from his abs. He catched you and smirked.

"I said I thought we had it. Practice went good, I've had worse qualy's. What happened today, the engine losing power, it was a control thing, my fault, there's no other way to look at it", you listened closely to him. "It's fucking frustrating cause everyone worked so hard and I just blew it", 'So much for not wanting to talk right now' you thought to yourself, but you were glad he was opening up, you could see him relaxing by the word.

"You know what happened?", you asked.

"Yeah, I think I do. Want to try it out on the simulator this week but honestly, I just wish I could go back on the track right now and test it out", he said while putting his shirt on.

"I guess it's a good thing you're coming back next weeked", you offered. "I don't mean to be that person, but think about it, could be worse. Normally, you'd have to wait a whole year to try the car in the same track and even then the car would be different, right?"

"Yeah...", he said really thinking about it. "You're right actually"

"I'm always right. You should use the privilege of having me as a privite consultant more", you joked and he smirked at you, shoving his stuff inside a bag.

"You want me to use you more?", he waved his eyebrowns at you and you rolled your eyes, making him laugh. It was so relieving to see him coming back to himself, but you wanted to make sure he wasn't just pushing his frustrations to the back, instead of dealing with them.

"Dan, you know I mean it right? You can trust me, with anything. I don't think there's a single thing you could tell me that I wouldn't do my best to help you deal with, even if just by listening", you said seriously.

"I know", he turned to look at you. "I'm just not a fan of the whining"

"Then don't whine", you said simply. "Like the stuff you said about blewing up for the team. That's ridiculous. You do nothing but work hard and they know it, it's just simply outside your control. Yet. And they see you working to get it right. Once you do, you'll be unstoppable. The team will be unstoppable, I mean. It makes them work harder too, I can tell. Aren't you the one who's always saying that it's like a clock engine? Give yourself a break, you're just a piece. A major piece, sure, but don't carry the whole weight by yourself", you said standing up and he stepped forward, hugging you. "It's not whining babe, it's us against the world alright? Think about it as emotional support, mind strategy", you smiled.

"You're really good at this 'pep talk' thing, ya know? Maybe you should be a motivational speaker", he said making you laugh.

"I'd have to know every member of the audience as well as I know you. Besides, my hour is extremely expensive. I'm not convinced you can afford it yourself", you smiled.

"Can I pay you in sexual favors?", he leaned in to try to kiss you.

"Throw in some massages and breakfast in bed, and you got yourself a deal mister", you answered against his lips.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fluff

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rowenabean · 2 years ago

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Just found my diary from my first week as a doctor 😂 I kept it half as a way of processing and half as a way of remembering what it was like in the theory that I might one day want to share it - and I am deeply glad that I don't have to be brand new any more! I was on call through the first weekend after I started, and at my hospital that meant working 10 days in a row with the two weekend days being 8am-10.30pm. If anyone would like to know what it's like on your first day as a doctor - read on...

(be aware it's kinda long, apparently I had a lot to say)

Day 1:

The first ward round is a chaotic mess. We have two surgeons, one registrar, four new house officers, and one buddy. Even between the five house officers, the ward round goes at such a pace that we can barely find the notes in time to hear the bosses move on to the next patient. All of us are scrambling to find notes, work out which patients are our patients and which belong to someone else, and write down some approximation of a plan. By 8.40am this hot mess has moved through four wards and the ICU (or the approximation of an ICU that is what [redacted hospital] has to offer) and we're sitting down trying to sort out what actually needs to happen in our days. I only have two patients, so I spend most of my time doing jobs for the others, and by 11am I feel like my day is in control, I am used to the power of being a doctor and signing things, and I might have a chance of getting through everything I said I would do.

Then my pager goes off.

In all the haze of the chaotic morning, I had forgotten that we might actually get new patients – that the hospital is actually still open despite our inexperience. My patients neither know nor care that it's my first day as a doctor; they want treatment just the same. So when I get a phone call with a GP referral, I say “of course we want to see them;” and when my consultant calls with another patient coming in (opening with “are you my house officer?”) I say the same. I get to ED and discover the first rule of doctoring: you can never trust your phone call to tell you the truth about how sick people are. The possible appendicitis child is happily sitting on the bed chatting away, and the vaguely unwell adult turns out to be dangerously septic. Sorting them both out takes most of the afternoon, but come 3.45 I have time to head up to the ward to handover, thinking that I might achieve the rare miracle of leaving on time on my first day. Halfway up there I run into one of the other surgical house officers, who first tells me he's just certified the death of one of my patients (not unexpected, but I am a little miffed no one bothered to page me and let me know) and then hands me a bunch of jobs to do.

At least there is this: was mostly able to smile at my patients, to be friendly, to engage and acknowledge and thank the people who helped me, and to help others as I could. In that way I held to my values and to the ways I want to be a doctor today.

Day 2:

More on top of things, more aware, more in control today. One patient went to [redacted major hospital]; the others are mostly fine.

Day 4:

Today was a low potassium kind of day, with prescribing errors abounding. So that's fun. Just coming out feeling slightly less competent as a doctor than when I went in. I don't think anyone's going to die as a result of it, but it has shaken me a tad. Haven't been able to set things down, have definitely carried my work home today.

Surprised by new patients again today. A nurse comes up to me and asks me about Mr X, and I say “definitely not my patient” and then stop and realise that my boss is operating downstairs, and actually this person probably is mine, and although I have never heard anything about him, his problems are mine to solve. It's fairly minor, though – a missed signature on the drug chart – and it's nice to be able to solve a problem at this point.

Day 5: Remarkably stressful day - just lots of jobs. Managed to do all the things, eventually, and left the hospital at 5 - James was going to be around late, but I was shattered and given that I'm coming back tomorrow, was not up for staying late.

Discovered that the possible passionfruit vine is in fact exactly that! Hooray! There are also a couple of stonefruit trees, but I saw them out a window and couldn't figure out which bit of outside the window corresponded to. Have not figured out the hospital layout yet.

Day 6:

I've been secretly dreading this – the arrival of the weekend. About halfway through the week it occurred to me that the weekend is not only two long days in a row – a challenge in itself – but that I am also responsible for all of the jobs and reviews from both orthopaedic and general surgical patients, and any ED calls, both days. By which I mean: there are only two junior doctors covering all inpatient beds, including the 6 bed ICU/CCU, for the whole weekend. The other one's a first year too. [Redacted] Hospital? Registrars? You've got to be kidding. (In fact, two weeks after I do my weekend, they start employing medical registrars as well; but for now, it's just me.) The day starts well, with a speedy orthopaedic ward round, but the general surgery boss on call is notoriously slow at rounding and by the time we get halfway through the patients it's 1200 and I've been paged 5 times to rechart a drug chart that someone missed. He is not my favourite person today.

(Almost signed the end of my diary entry there, after signing things all day)

Day 7:

My first big problem comes at around lunchtime. I've been seeing someone in ED, and am looking forward to lunch next, when I get a call from the ward; my patient, admitted for a fracture, is apparently having a major asthma attack. I head up at speed, and when I get there try to assess him. When I enter the room, he pulls off his nebuliser and starts insulting me and accusing me of not caring; it culminates in him refusing to be treated by me, and me leaving the room almost in tears and fortunately running into the second-year doctor rostered on to help out. He takes over the situation, handling it much more competently than I would have, but fortunately it means there is someone else who can take over with this patient. Most weekends there wouldn't be.

The orthopaedic surgeon has been and gone, but the general surgeon only starts the day at 11.30, for reasons of his own.The cafe at [redacted hospital] closes at 2pm on a weekend, for both lunch and dinner, and by 1.30pm – still on ward round, and anticipating going to theatre afterwards – I admit that that is my main concern. Fortunately, as we review yet another ICU patient (the whole unit belongs to me today) someone volunteers to run off and save me some food. At the same time I get a text from the other first-year on call that he's seeing my child who has been sitting in ED for 2 hours. I call both of them absolute gems, stars, my favourite human beings, and keep rounding. By the end of the round I have an unmanageable list of jobs (including finishing ward round notes on some of the patients – how is the round simultaneously so slow I accumulate 20 calls on my pager, and so fast I can't write notes for some patients? Why does my consultant stop to gossip with ICU nurses while I have jobs waiting? Why is the world against me?) and another patient waiting in ED, and an acute surgery that I'm supposed to be scrubbing in for. The consultant looks at me, and says he will find someone else to do it. I am simultaneously utterly relieved and rather embarrassed that my stress is so obvious to the outside world.

At 1730 my sick patient on the ward is finally stable, just in time for me to get called to theatre for an emergency caesarean. The one good thing about taking this time out of my day is that I get to give my pager to someone else and pretend I'm a student again for an hour. I arrive just as the consultant starts scrubbing, demonstrate my terrible slowness at scrubbing and gowning, but get to the table before the baby comes out. My assistance is the absolute minimum length of time necessary, and as soon as the consultant starts closing up I get to unscrub and hunt down Steve with my pager, and the beautiful man tells me he will go solve my problems while I go get some dinner. I pretend I'm not hiding from the nurses while I eat. I definitely am.

Day 10:

I can feel my compassion trickling out of my ears. The nurse wants me to review my patient's pain. I do not want to review my patient's pain. I would rather sit in the back room and finish abandoned discharge summaries from the weekend. On day 1, all I wanted was reasons to go and have a chat to my patients; it's depressing to realise how much fatigue changes that.

(on day 11, I flew down to my university city for graduation - that's right, there was a small enough gap between medical school and starting as a doctor that I had not even formally graduated yet)

#medicine #medblr #for the record one of the patients above does know that it was my first day when i saw him #although he didn't at the time #as you can see i had a wildly varying amount of things to say about my days #day 3 i literally just wrote 'planted some veges in the hospital raised beds today'#(they were built by a previous generation of junior doctors adn open for the using)#even though presumably i also did some medicine on that day #names are changed btw obvs no names of patients at all but doctor names are fake

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stcveskent · 4 years ago

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WARNINGS: angst, fluff at the end <3

What happenes when you build up courage to confess to Steve Rogers that You're in love with him? He rejects. You've been in love with him for 4 entire years and he just says,"Y/n- i', We can't." And Why? Because you and him are collegues. This happened 2 weeks ago. And you started distancing yourself from everyone. Nat tried to talk, Wanda tried even Carol did, but you didn't wanted to.

The club or the bar specifically, has been your favourite place since the past 2 weeks. The only thing you've been doing is drinking. Worry is the only thing that covers Steve. He was worried alot, because He too have loved you since the past 4 years. But said 'no' because he cared for you.

"Steve?" Nat called him.

"Yes?" He asked coming out of his thoughts.

"What happened between you two?" She asked.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Y/n. What happened between you two?"

"Nothing did."

"You're a bad liar, you know that right?"

"Ugh! Fine! She said she loves me." He said.

"And what did you say?" She said sitting infront of him while putting her legs on the table knowing, this is gonna be a long story and a long,long,long lecture.

"I said that we can't be together?" He replies as he sips a bit water.

"Are you kidding me? Steve, you've loved her since the past 4 years. Suddenly you just want to throw your feelings and reject her?"

"You think I've been happy after that? No way. Of course I love her, ofcourse she does too but what happens when anything happens to her all because of whom? Me! Because I'm Captain America, There are alot of enemies who wants me dead on any way, whether its in emotional way or physical way. It sucks! She means the world to me and I'm not ready to lose her for what I am." He finsihes and sighs.

Natasha looks at him, Nat and him had a very close, sibling like relationship. He shared to her, his deepest and sadest secrets to which she always kept to her. When Yelena was found, It was Steve who hepped Nat with her Emotional situations. Never in the world they've thought they'd get this friendship.

Natasha sighs and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Steve, You know, she's an avenger too, and she's capable of saving herself, maybe try to understand what she's trying to say. She wants you as much as you want her. Think of it and go to her if you think I'm right, if not then its your choice, besides Y/n is like my sister. I can't see her miserable, she's been very upset and I haven't seen her in the past two weeks."

"I'll think about it, Nat. Thank you." He says and hugs her.

"I'll see you later, Now, I have to go to my boyfriend."

"Sure! Have a great night." He smilled

After thinking of the good times you and Steve had, it was your call on his phone.

"Hello?" He said.

"Heyyyy Stevie- Oh sorry, Captain- oh ma gawd, What - hehehe." You slurred from the other side and Steve was worried.

"Y/n? Where are you? Have you been drinking?" He asked

" Yes I'm drinking why do you care and I'm somewhere where I can enjoy drinking. Hehehe" you laughed.

"That's it! Tell me where you are now! I'm coming right away."

"God! Captain! You're so bossy. Always comes closer and then throw me and you don't even know how hard it hurts to be thrown away from the person you've loved since 4 oh-four yearss." You stuttered. Being drunk has its own perks. the thoughts that had been inside you for years were out now.

"Y/n? Stay wherever you are."

"Ugh okay okay."

Thank god, you're mobile's gps has been working which he traced where were you.

The bar was being cold.

A guy started hitting on you and you being drunk made it even worse.

"Hey baby, wanna come home with me?"

"Nooo pleaseee stayyy awaayyyyy" You said. Each syllable expressed longer. You stumbled and then the guy caught you.

"No no! Movee!" You said and he caught you tight.

"Go awayyy-" and Steve entered

"SHE SAID MOVE!" and he pushed him away.

"Steve? Oh Steveeee?" You looked at him and then you puked turning away.

"Don't look at me, Steve." You said and he gave you his napkin

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes. Oh god, you're spinning."

"Really?" He asked as you were in his arms and he held you tight.

"I think I'm gonna faint."

"Now?" He asked and then you fell on him.

He drove you and himself to his apartment. He knew where you lived,but didn't wanted you to be alone. Your eyes closed and he held your hand. You were so drunk and you knew the hangover was gonna happen.

He picked you up in his arms and walked to his bedroom. His eyes went to your clothes, covered in vomit.

He took your shirt off, and then he put on his shirt on you which was too large for you.

He laid you on his bed and you looked peaceful. He laid next to you and cuddled with you just like how you both did before you confessed your love for him and he rejected.

"I'm sorry, you're all here because of me, love." He said and placed a kiss on your forehead.

He doze off to sleep next to you,holding you in his arms as he wished this moment always lasted and if you were in your senses, you would've wished that too.

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The sunlight crept through the windows through the beige curtains which Steve adored reaching your eyes as you groaned at the feeling of headache starting to occur. Steve have left for his run early and had returned home and was making some breakfast for you both.

You opened your eyes and looked around and sat up.

You thought maybe a stranger have brought you home.

Then suddenly, A Shirtless Steve entered the bedroom and looked at you.

"Oh You're up already. Good Morning." He sent a smile to you.

"Why am I here?" You snapped.

"Try recalling things." He said as he took a shirt from his drawer and pulled it down. His back muscles flexed and you were practically drooling at the sight of him. Your eyes went to yourself in the mirror placed right in front of you. You were not in your clothes. You were in his Shirt, which was too large for your body

"Wait- Did you undress me?"

"Not by choice."

"What do you mean by that?" You asked and glarred.

"Did you take the pills?" He asked

"Which Pills- God, Did we do it?" You asked

"Oh Dear god, Y/n no! The pills for your headache." He asked smiling.

"Not untill you answer me."

"Okay, fine! Yours were covered in vomit. Why're you so stubborn."

"Less than you."

"You should've get that drunk, y/n. Its not good for you."

"Well, this happened two weeks ago, not my fault." You taunted.

"Look! I'm sorry." He said

"Sorry? For?" You asked looking straight in his eyes.

"Y/n I know ,you're hurt that I didn't accept your feelings. I-i Love you too and Alot from the time I laid eyes on you. But We're Avengers, and many people want me dead. And I can't risk ypur life just because of me."

"Steve.. I-no Please. Look at me." You cupped his face as you stood on your knees on the bed az he sat in front of you, his eyes starring at yours.

"I can take care of myself. I love you alot and I'm sorry that I drink too much and lost myself but trust me, I didn't know what to do.... you were my only before and I was sad that I had no one. Please lets give it a try. Just once... please." You said and he kept his arms around your waist.

"I-, Okay." He said.

"Okay?'

"Okay! We'll do it." He says and a smile occured on your face and in a minute he picked you up in his arms and took you to the kitchen

"Steve!!" You squeled as he picked you like you had no weight.

"What?" He said.

He placed you safely on the kitchen counter and handed yoi the breakfast.

"Before you do anything....Eat!" He said

"Okay!" You say and eat

"This is amazing Steve!"

"Glad you loved it." He said and smilled.

You pulled his arm and he stumbled and was in front of you.

"I love you, I really really love you."you said as you cupped his face and he held you.

"I love you too, I love you alot." You smilled and just then you kissed him. This was a long waited kiss.

Just seconds later you pulled away, and then he breathed as your foreheads touched.

"Tha-Was the best." He said.

"The best life starts now..." And he smilled and placed a kiss on top of your head.

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