#tomorrow for sure. i will get them done tomorrow for SURE.

[no-144444]

marco polo- o.piastri

summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader

warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist, mentions of crashes and injuries.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight

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Things had been a little awkward since coming back to Monaco. Oscar had noticed the way you’d become a little bit more… closed off, or just a bit less talkative. That didn’t bother him. If Oscar Piastri could do anything, he could definitely talk. It took a few days for the two of you to get back into a flow of things, but no matter, he just kept suggesting things you could do together, and you didn’t have anything better to do, so off you went.

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“When do you leave for Kigali?” Oscar asked, sipping on his smoothie. You’d think it wasn’t December with the Monaco weather around the two of you. You and Oscar had decided to go for a quick training session (in the form of a swim) before you left for the awards. The FIA prize-giving. The one night of your life that, if you could, you’d pay any half-good impersonator to be you, and you could fuck off and enjoy your break. 

That, alas, would not be happening this year. You had to go. You were World Champion after all. 

“Tomorrow morning I think,” you huffed, swiping your card into the gym. “Want to come by any chance?” you asked, awkwardly. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a date?”

You rolled your eyes, walking away. “I don’t want one,” you sighed. “I have you.”

And with that bombshell, you walked into the women’s dressing room. 

He genuinely didn’t know what to do for a solid minute. He just stood there, his arms out in front of him and his jaw dropped. One of the gym employees had to ask if he was alright. He went into the changing room with a lot on his mind. You hadn’t meant it like that, surely? 

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You hadn’t meant it to sound like that, really. You just meant, ‘oh, I don’t want to bother with asking someone to go with me and dealing with the online chatter about the prospects of my dead dating life, and you’re here and my best mate and people know we’re mates so that’s easier and I’d have much more fun with you anyways so yeah’, but you seemed to have a way with words. A way that made everything coming out of your mouth to him, deeply, deeply awkward. 

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He honestly couldn’t get over the earlier comment, but when you came out in a bikini, his brain stopped altogether. 

“25 metre pool… 40 laps?” you suggested, pulling on your goggles. Granted, the goggles made you look a little bit less sexy, but much more you, and he felt his shorts get tighter again. 

“Sounds good,” he nodded, following you into the pool. That did not sound good. Oscar was a good swimmer, but you went every day you could. He was fucked, but he didn’t notice that since he was too busy staring at you. 

You enjoyed swimming, you found it relaxed you. Your favourite was sea-swimming, but Monté-Carlo beaches are pretty swamped with fans, and you don’t enjoy people taking pictures of you in your swimming togs. You shot off in the pool, a simple breast stroke as Oscar followed behind you. After about 30 minutes, you’d done 46 laps, and Oscar had given up halfway through and had somehow ended up in a marco polo game with a few kids. When you walked over to get him, you sat at the edge of the pool, watching the game with a soft smile on your face. 

“Is that your girlfriend?!” one of the girls gasped. “She’s so pretty!”

Oscar opened his eyes and smiled when he found you, then he looked back at the girl. “She is, isn’t she?” 

The girl swam off again, giggling as she swam around one of her friends. He didn't deny it. He didn't try to correct her. He just smiled and agreed. As much as every voice in your head screamed that he should be ashamed of you, he never was. He wasn't ashamed of you

“You playing?” one of the teenage boys asked, coming up beside you and holding a hand out. 

You looked up to Oscar who smiled and nodded. “I’ll be on again,” he promised. 

You grinned. 

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“Marco?” he called out. You’d both been playing with them for about 20 minutes, but you were genuinely having too much fun to notice. 

“Polo!” you called back, and he could hear the smile on your lips. God, it was good to hear you laugh again. The last triple header had been nothing but work (except from the party but he hadn’t had gained the courage to talk about that yet), and it was nice to see you let loose. 

He reached a hand out and brushed your midriff, making you laugh, and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his arms, opening his eyes as he laughed with you. He loved this, loved you, loved being around you.

Your giggles died down, as did his and you smiled at him, looking up. “Alright?” he asked, pulling his arm around your shoulder as you both turned back to the kids. You nodded at him as they started explaining the next game to you both. You didn’t mind how his hand stayed around your shoulder. You didn’t mind it one bit. 

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You ended up back at your house, enjoying the setting sun as Oscar cooked dinner on your barbeque. You were busy staring at your garden while he was busy staring at you (and the dinner). 

“I meant it earlier,” you told him, joining him beside the grill. “I want you to come to the awards.”

He shook his head, smiling. “Take someone else,” he insisted. 

“Who else would I take?” you questioned him. “Some random male celebrity who everyone will think I’m dating?”

He tried to ignore the fact that the thought of you with someone else made his stomach flip, but he couldn’t really. He turned to look at you. “People think we’re dating.”

You stared abc at him for a second, then rolled your eyes. “That’s different.”

“How?” he pushed. Again, you just looked at him. It was weird. The air changed. 

“It just… is,” you said, your voice small. “Look, if you don’t want to come, you don’t have to. I was just asking because you’ve really been the only person there for me, and I think the trophy is as much yours as it is mine,” you huffed. 

He stilled for a moment. Of course he was going to go, from the second you asked. He’d literally do anything you asked. He just… he wanted to give you an out, just in case the offer wasn’t genuine. He was happy to say that it was. And he planned on taking it. 

“Of course I’ll come,” he smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders again, and pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “I love supporting you.” 

The both of you stilled. Your stomach churned and he just couldn’t believe what he’d done. He hadn't even meant to, it was a complete accident, but it happened. He liked it. He loved days like these, and he hoped that he hadn’t just fucked everything up with one little action. You honestly held your breath for a few seconds, shock taking over, then decided that it was alright, and leant into him more. 

“Thanks Osc.”

Like he’d said earlier, whiplash. 

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Oscar was an ‘Airport Dad’ in the worst sense of the word. He made sure you two got to the airport 3 hours early (you were flying private), made you triple check your passport and boarding pass three times before he let you get out of the taxi, and demanded the window seat you were sitting in even though it was a private plane. 

The plane ride was enjoyable though, a night of playing uno with him, Max, Charles, Yuki, and George. 

“He’s cheating!” George argued, slamming his cards down after Oscar won a fourth time. 

“How?!” Oscar laughed, arguing back as both Charles and Max rolled their eyes at him, throwing their cards on the table. 

“I don’t know, but he’s doing it!” George seethed, getting up. “I’m getting another drink and by the time I get back Y/n, I expect your race engineer to be sorted out!” 

You laughed at the exchange, taking no sides. Oscar turned to you with a bright smile and roll of his eyes while you started fixing the cards up for the next round.

“You two are insufferable, aren’t you?” Yuki sighed. 

“What do you mean?” you scoffed, throwing a card at him. 

“I’m so single!” he groaned, letting his head rest on the table. “You two keep reminding me of that!”

Max laughed as Lando groaned again, and you gulped back a shocked chuckle. Oscar excused himself to the bathroom for a moment. 

“We’re not dating,” you reminded Yuki. 

He scoffed. “Yeah, it’s not like he’s madly in love with you or anything as well then,” You stared at him for a moment and he rolled his eyes. “I mean come on! The way that man looks at you? It’s insane!” 

You shook your head, brushing him off. “We’re friends, nothing more.” 

“Oh sure.” 

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You all landed and were driven straight to the arena to get ready. You were immediately thrown into makeup and getting dressed, and basically separated from Oscar because Max stole him away. 

You were nervous, there was no point in lying about it. You hated making speeches, you hated being on stage, and you hated being celebrated. You knew you just had to remind yourself that Oscar was somewhere in that audience and he was there for you. He didn’t care what happened, he’d sit there with a smile on his face no matter what. 

Knock knock. 

“We want to see the dress!” Max called from the other side of the door. Good thing you were almost ready. You smiled awkwardly as you opened the door, trying to show off the dress but it just ended up looking like a weird pose. Oscar’s jaw dropped anyway, but you didn’t see since Max was busy pulling you in for a hug. 

Oscar’s slacks got a lot tighter as he watched you in the dress, and he realised the night had become nearly impossible, but he’d do it for you. It would just be slightly tortuous. The way the dress clung to you made him crazy. The red, a stark contrast to the regular papaya racesuit or dark workout clothes he was used to seeing you in. It was maddening how badly he wanted to just reach out and smooth a hand on your hip, or just run a hand through your perfectly styled hair. You were goregous, to put it simply.

“What do you think?” you asked, your voice uncomfortable. 

He smiled down at you. “I think you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I think you’re always beautiful.”

You wished he didn’t say the sweetest things. You still felt like you didn't deserve them. 

He knew you did.

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[globaloppaaa]

tell us about meeting enhypen PLS

aw haha yes!!

again, might have to delete this in a week for privacy reasons hehe…

PART 1 of my lil story time

Meeting zb1

so on “night 2 😏” as me and my crazy obsessed friends like to remember, we figured “okay we have to perform tomorrow morning, let’s exit the arena early so we can just get to bed.” but the security guard gave us a weird look as we tried leaving with everyone else. he was like “no no, artists come through here” and ushered us to exit back through backstage… right as all the artists were coming off too.

so we’re walking back down the hall to leave and my eyes immediately focus on this group of tall ass dudes, i think my friends realized who they were too bc one of them whipped out there phone to record.

but i had done this before and knew that we should respect their space, and also knew since we were performing we couldn’t get caught doing anything to make the CJENM look bad bc they were our sponsors, i had to throw in that professional pep-talk that was like “DONT TALK DONT SMILE JUST BOW AND GO.”

as soon as i finished saying that it was like they just appeared before my eyes… enhypen was literally right in front of me like in a single file line, they looked like a kindergarten class lmao the formation was tight 😭

i didn’t get to have a conversation but we “very calmly and professionally” wished them good job and bowed lol, they said thank you and good job to us too!! i was like “are we actually important omg”.

Jake’s smile?? OH MY GOD could literally light up a sky i’m not exaggerating. he was so sweet and kinda gave frat boy lol.

Sunoo looked like the most precious little thing i’ve ever seen his little thank you was adorable (but he is NOT short lemme tell you)

Jay and Jungwon looked a bit confused lol i don’t think they could tell if we were random fans or performers bc our Badges were covered, but they both gave us thumbs up! Jungwon is… wow he’s like ripped. that muscle T did him so well lol. I think he got suspicious why my friend was “clapping” for them with a phone in hand haha.

Sunghoon? yeah um… so i didn’t know that my friend was secretly recording but

THATS HIM LOOKING AT ME

i looked at him and embarrassingly, time actually stopped 😭 i was like “so this is what true love is wow.” lmaooo he like LINGERED ON ME FOR A SEC? i didn’t wanna be up in his face so i just politely smiled and bowed

niki had been eyeing us during the concert FOR SURE… so when we said good job and greeted him he seemed almost comfortable saying hello! i was aw hey old pal. i have pics of this too but..privacy hehe

heesung is A SKYSCRAPER HOLY FUCK, like ik he’s not the tallest but mind you im like 5’3”. He smiled and it was so cute and said thank you while he was grabbing himself a water and it was such a special moment for us. i’m truly never gonna forget it!

let me know if you guys want any other stories with the other groups!!

[anaconamor]

hiii! can you do one of jude’s reaction to seeing your new “5” hip tattoo? i love your writing!!!

red ink - jude bellingham x reader.

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psa 🗣️: small but fluffy fic!! as a tattoo girlie i loved this request so i had to do it!! like always hope you enjoy!! besitos de ana 💋🤍

“babe? i’m back!” jude heard you call out, your keys jingling as you set them down on the entrance table and your slippers gliding across the floor. he popped his head seeing a grim immediately appear on your face as you met his hug. “how was your day? i missed you pretty girl,” jude said as he engulfed you deeper in his arms, a giggle escaping your lips feeling the warmth in your chest.

“it was amazing! the panel interview went just as planned and our company was able to move forward with the drafting. starting next week you’re looking at their new executive planner,” you said proudly stepping back and giving him a spin. “you got the promotion? congratulations my love! i’m so proud,” jude said proudly, a slight shock in his voice as he hadn’t expected this news.

“thank you baby! i couldn’t believe when they told me but they surprised me after the panel,” you explained walking into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. the smell of a variety of spices mixing your senses. “what are you making?” you met back with jude who was opening the pot, “chicken fajitas and some cilantro lime rice,” jude smirked looking down at your intrigued face.

“smells and sounds amazing,” you said, kissing his bicep and looking up at his face. he had no idea what you’d done and you wanted to see how long he’d last without realizing. “what?” he laughed, walking with you near the dish washer, “what do you mean what?” you asked obliviously. “you have this, i don’t know, cheesy look, like you’re hiding something from me.”

“what if i was?”

“tell me,” jude pouted, you tip toed up and kissed his pout away, jude giving you a knowing look before he continued to ask what it was you’re hiding. “I guess you’ll have to find out,” you shrugged walking off and opened a bag of chips. “like that? okay, i see how it is,” jude nodded, his head immediately drowning with different thoughts and ideas to what it could be.

if there’s one thing about you it was how abruptly you did stuff. jude was more of a introvert and you were the opposite. the one always down for any type of adventure, the one who loves to socialize, never afraid to take risks and always optimistic. he always got teased for being so shy but when he met you it was a complete puzzle piece.

exactly two weeks ago, you had gone out with your girls, and with what was supposed to be one drink turned into many. the idea always played in your head. jude was your forever, there was no doubt about that. you were more than sure he was your everything and you knew this would also be permanent.

you had a variety of tattoos around your body. you were known for them, and you loved that each one had a meaning. each piece was specially sketched to your liking. you had first told yourself just one but now you had over ten that ranged from small to larger ones. instead of getting his initials you decided to get his famous number. his and your lucky number as well. the famous ‘5’.

the small red number was delicately painted and tattooed on your hip, your girlfriends either watching in awe or shock. but you were sure and there was no regrets. jude had yet to find out. you would’ve figured he would’ve noticed but in the past two weeks he didn’t even realize. he was completely unaware of your latest tattoo.

“how was your day?” you asked switching the topic, helping set up the table with plates, silverware, and your choice of drinks. jude sighed, his shoulders falling, which had drew your attention quickly, whatever it was you could tell was bothering him.

“it was going well until i was told, i’m not going to travel with the team tomorrow. i’ve been ruled out because i have a minor knock. nothing too serious but with our schedule coming up, they don’t want to risk it. you know how i feel with these types of situations, they mess with my head.”

if there was something jude hated, it was not being able to help his team, especially in the moments where they need him the most. his team had been dealing with many injuries left and right and it had taken a toll on jude seeing the results from games. but this was football and all he could do was just show out on the pitch.

“you also need to rest jude. i get you want to be supportive but your body needs to take well time off to recover. keep in mind you also have injuries that haven’t been taken cared of because you’re to stubborn. let your body relax and take the time to heal. if they ruled you out it means they have the situation under control,” you tried to offer some pieces of advice.

“i will baby, especially that i have you here, you’re gonna take care of me,” jude said sarcastic seeing your face turn serious. ”yeah right…” you scoffed, taking a seat at the table where jude was setting down the food. “lets eat and then we can do some skincare, maybe catch up on ‘the night agent’ because we haven’t watched,” jude leaned over and kissed you.

“you’re still not gonna tell me what you did?”

“nope.”

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“why does it tickle?” jude laughed, seeing his reflection as the clay mask started to bubble. “its part of the process, it’s supposed to deep cleanse and exfoliate” you explain as you finish applying yours. your hair up in a messy do, your fresh cotton pjs on. jude who was shirtless and had a pair of platted pjs on.

“the mask will remove and dead cells, unclog your pores and hydrate your skin. a three in one process,” you say, cleaning up the bathroom counter top jude following you as you head downstairs. “am i going to look silly?” he asked, seeing his reflection in the mirror and laughing inwardly.

“just a tad bit,” you squeeze one eye and pinch your fingers.

“the things i do for you…” jude shakes his head picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter, your giggles filling up the room.

“this was your suggestion mister!” you defend.

“i take it back, i can’t even kiss you!”

“it will be over soon,” you laugh, your thumb raking the skin on the back of his neck. “you did promise one other thing,” you smile hard, “i don’t recall,” jude pretends to not know. you give him a serious stare, one he knows not to push or else luck wouldn’t be on his side. but yet again, he also couldn’t say no to you, he’d do anything you wish or ask.

the next 15 minutes consisted of preparing some snacks and drinks to binge watch a tv series. this was more than common in your household, especially when the two of you were off the next day. the small bubble of happiness being together, you loved and appreciated it. waking up next to jude, doing honey things whether it was cooking or grocery shopping, you loved it all.

after washing your face and applied your last few steps of skin care, you and jude were on the couch. jude was being needy per usual and laid on top of you, his head resting just below your tummy, his arms secured around you as he quietly watched. his brows crinkled in, he looked up to see you distracted, but now his thoughts were racing, his throat became dry as he slowly pulled down the fabric of your shorts down to reveal the skin of your hip.

he swallowed hard, his fingertip coming up to trace the number softly, watching how your jerked up. “baby? y/n when did you do this?” jude asked suddenly wanting to know. the intriguing and curiosity rising within him. “two weeks ago during y/f/n birthday party. i was kinda drunk…” you say shyly, a small giggle escaping. “baby you tattooed my number on you?” jude asked, trying to reassure if he was hearing correctly.

“yes…”

jude’s heart was beating out of his chest. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. he couldn’t stop tracing the number with the pad of his thumb. knowing the meaning of it just lightening a match on fire.

the possessiveness, knowing this me at you were his and only his.

the love, knowing that this was a sign of commitment and the concept of being together for eternity.

the idea of proving more than just love to him.

he was in awe, “what do you think?” you asked nervous, biting the inside of your lip anticipating his reaction. your skin jerked as your felt jude place a soft kiss against your skin, right under your tattoo. a tattoo dedicated to him. “i fucking love it baby… you don’t understand what’s going through my head right now…” jude ushered, coming up to place a long and passionate kiss on your lips.

the kisses that would knock the air out of you and make you fall in love all over again.

“i can’t believe you got this!” jude exclaimed, “and you’re absolutely sure?” he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it. “i mean clearly,” you joke, pointing to it.

“no regrets?”

“not a single one,” you whisper as you shake your head and meet him for another peck.

[jgracie]

sports car ♡ f1!percy jackson x fem!reader

in which you get tired of percy’s neglect, so you go to the one person you know would be able to help

warnings jealousy (on percy’s behalf), swearing, argument (good ending tho i promise) | masterlist

'Percy has been ignoring me for far too long,' was a thought you never thought you'd have.

Anyone who knew Percy knew he was obsessed with you and therefore couldn't go more than a couple minutes without needing to be around you. However, the New York City race weekend seemed to prove otherwise.

NYC was a new addition to the F1 calendar, and ever since it was announced, you knew how important it'd be for Percy. Sure, all the other US races counted as home races for him before, but New York was his real home, not Las Vegas or Texas. He finally had a proper home race and he had to be the first to win it.

If it was just the importance New York held for Percy, the two of you would've been fine. In fact, you would've been more than fine - during every significant race weekend for Percy, he always happened to be more doting than usual, desperately needing to be reassured that everything would be fine by the one person he trusts to tell nothing but the truth no matter what. That's why you were confused. Had you done something to upset him and drive him away? Is that why he'd rather go to his SF-25 for comfort instead of you?

It was much more than that. Percy wasn't the only New Yorker on the grid this year, the other being his teammate, Luke Castellan. Luke was the first F1 driver you'd been introduced to and the first to find out about your and Percy's relationship back when it still consisted of whispered confessions and late-night kisses. He was nice enough and very funny and you quickly became good friends. Not close friends, but good friends. Although Percy was happy you managed to find a place for yourself in his world at first, he soon began to dislike your friendship with Luke.

This wasn’t your fault, of course, but Luke’s.

What you didn’t know was that there had been tension festering between the two Ferrari drivers ever since Percy joined the team. Luke was Ferrari’s golden boy, having been taken by them as soon as he left F2 thanks to the terrific season he’d had there, and for a good while, he dominated. That was until Percy arrived. In his first year at Ferrari, Percy managed to beat Luke by several points, placing third overall compared to Luke’s fifth. The golden boy had begun to rust, and so the competition between the two grew.

After Percy took everything from Luke, he wanted him to lose everything too, and that included Percy’s most prized possession: you.

“Hey Luke, can I talk to you please?” You asked, walking into his garage. Quali had finished and so everyone was busy packing up and preparing for the big day tomorrow. Well, except Luke, who was on his phone.

Looking up at you, the driver smiled and shook his head, standing up to pull out an empty seat for you, “of course, what’s up?” He said as he took you in.

You were easily the most beautiful person at the paddock today, with your little red top and the Yankees cap Percy had bought you the first time he took you to watch a baseball game. To Luke, you would’ve looked even more beautiful with your arm wrapped around his.

"Well, I feel like Percy's been... off," was how your rant began. As you explained the situation, Luke couldn't help but feel as though Aphrodite was on his side. He was sad for you, of course, but this was the perfect moment for him to take the one thing Percy loved most. If he won the race tomorrow, surely you'd be his.

Unfortunately, Aphrodite was not on Luke's side. As soon as he put his hand on top of yours in a comforting gesture (that weirded you out a little), Percy appeared, looking for you. Finding you with Luke, who so clearly had his 'Prince Charming' act on, Percy couldn't help but see red. He was already dealing with so much crap from Luke, but him going after you was too far.

Swiftly, Percy strode over and grabbed you by the arm, nearly hauling you off your chair in the process, "let's go babe, I think you left your bag in my garage," he mumbled, kissing the top of your head. You looked up at your boyfriend, expecting his usually loving gaze to finally be cast upon you. Instead, you found him glaring at Luke. And... Luke seemed to be glaring back? You were confused.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me," you said, standing up. Instantly, Luke was up too.

"Hey man, we weren't done yet." He said to Percy, who now had his arm wrapped around your waist. Although you weren't sure what was going on and were now a little mad at him, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You really missed his touch.

"I'm sure it can wait," was all Percy said before manoeuvring you away, not even giving you the chance to say goodbye.

The walk to his garage was silent, but as soon as you got there, Percy started ranting at you as he sloppily gathered both your things. You watched for a second before realising you were done with his bullshit. This was going to end whether he liked it or not.

"Percy," you said, calmly approaching him. Although you were mad, you didn't want things to escalate. You just wanted your Percy back. Said Percy ignored you. You tried again, and he ignored you again.

Oh well, third time's the charm.

Putting your hand on his shoulder, you said, "Percy, can you please listen to me?" Almost instantly, he turned around and had you pinned on his car, tightly gripping your shoulders.

"What? What do you want from me? Seems like everybody wants something from me these days, so let's add you to the list as well! Or would you prefer to go ask Luke instead?"

Percy knew he made a mistake as soon as his eyes landed on yours, a watery barrier keeping them from properly meeting his. He sighed and let go of you, running his hands through his hair.

Your voice now shaky, you said, "I just wanted to see if you're okay. You've been ignoring me ever since we landed in JFK, and it hurts, Percy. I want to be here for you, but you're not letting me. I went to Luke to ask if you were okay, since you refused to tell me, but now I see what the problem is. You don't trust me, do you? You don't trust me to know what's wrong, you don't trust me to be around your own teammate, you don't trust me at all, Percy. Relationships need trust. If you don't trust me, I don't see the point in us staying together at all."

Percy's brows furrowed. He hadn't expected you to come to that of all conclusions. Just as you were about to take your things and leave, he had you pinned to the car yet again.

"I trust you. I don't trust him," he began. Your lips parted in shock. How couldn't Percy trust Luke? Luke had been his idol for as long as you could remember. He was more excited to be teammates with the Luke Castellan than he was to drive for Ferrari back when the deal was first signed.

"God, I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to hurt you. There's been so much pressure on my back to do well in this race not just because my home race, but because its his, too. Luke has been out to get me since this season started, I just know it. If he wins this, he'll have enough points to bump me down to second place in the championship, and then God knows what'll happen to my seat. I've been working so hard to make sure everything's perfect for this one, and seeing you with him of all people drove me crazy. He's been trying to take everything from me, he can't take you too."

Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, and you cupped Percy's face, pulling him to share a heartfelt kiss.

"No one," you said as you pulled away, "could ever take me from you, Percy. I don't ever want you thinking that again, promise?" You stuck your pinkie out for Percy to link his to, which he did.

Smiling, he whispered, "I promise. Now let's go home, I have a lot of girlfriend neglect I'd like to make up for." At this, you laughed, glad to have your Percy back again. Putting your jacket on, you rubbed your back where it had been on the car. Those things had way too many hard parts.

"You have got to stop slamming me on that car of yours though, Perce, my back can't handle it," you mumbled as you zipped the jacket up. New York winters were no joke.

"Oh yeah?" He said, smirking. Your noses nearly touching, Percy's eyes glimpsed the necklace you were wearing - the one with his initials on it. "Don't you worry, I have better ideas for what we can do in that car of mine."

[riqomi]

POPCORN ˖ 심재윤

제이크 ˖ 𝑓em!r .. g. fluff est. relationship ──── BOOKSHELF ( 645 ) cw. skinship kissing ‎food ‎ ‎

you stood in the kitchen, struggling to open a pack of ramen, determined to make something for your boyfriend, jake, before he got home from practice.

after what felt like ages, you finally managed to tear the package open. as you poured water into the pot, you suddenly remembered you had forgotten to play some music.

"hey, alexa! play 'diorama' by yves, please."

just as you were finishing up the dish, you heard keys jingling—just in time, you thought. the front door creaked open, revealing an exhausted jake.

"babe, i'm home!" he called out, his voice soft but warm.

"i'm in the kitchen," you replied.

moments later, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting lightly on top of your head.

"mmm, smells good," he murmured.

"good thing, because the food is almost ready," you grinned, turning your head slightly toward him. you gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning back to the stove.

"if you want, you can take a shower while i finish preparing the rest," you hummed.

"okay, i'll be quick," he chuckled.

soon, the two of you were seated at the table, eating the ramen you'd prepared.

"babe?" you mumbled, slurping up a mouthful of hot noodles.

"hmm?" he hummed in response.

"wanna have a movie night if you’re not too tired?" you asked, finishing your food.

"sure!" he replied excitedly.

after clearing the table, you carried the empty bowls to the kitchen sink and began rinsing them. suddenly, you felt jake poke your side, making you giggle.

"what’s wrong?" you asked playfully.

"what movie should we watch?" he asked quietly.

"hmm…" you hummed, thinking for a moment. "anything is fine, to be honest!" you smiled.

as you finished washing the dishes, you decided to prepare some popcorn and grab a few snacks for the movie. the microwave beeped, signaling that the popcorn was done. you grabbed two bowls from the cabinet, pouring the popcorn into one and snacks into the other.

suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the living room. alarmed, you quickly poured the rest of the snacks and rushed toward the sound.

"what was that?!" you called out.

when you entered the living room, you found jake sprawled on the floor, tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows.

"no! this was supposed to be a surprise," he whined dramatically.

"jake, you expect me not to worry when i hear a loud crash?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"aww, you care about me," he smirked.

you stood there, unimpressed, giving him a blank stare.

"anyway!" you huffed, shaking your head. "i’m bringing the snacks."

snuggled under a soft blanket, the two of you enjoyed your snacks while watching annie. surprisingly, it wasn’t a bad choice.

"oh no!" jake suddenly yelled, making you jump and spill some popcorn onto the blanket.

"what?!" you huffed, looking at him in alarm.

"i thought she was gonna get caught by that lady agatha!" he gasped, eyes glued to the screen.

you slowly turned your head to stare at him before snickering.

"seriously?" you teased.

later that night, you stood in the bathroom, finishing your nighttime routine. jake was already lying in bed, waiting for you.

"babe, are you done soon?" he called out sweetly.

"almost!" you replied.

before you could finish, jake suddenly entered the bathroom, his messy hair and puffed cheeks making him look irresistibly cute. he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"jake, i told you i was almost done," you giggled.

"i know, but still…" he mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder.

the two of you made your way to bed, slipping under the warm blankets and clinging to each other as if there were no tomorrow.

"goodnight, jake," you murmured.

"goodnight, babe," he giggled softly.

hii guyss, just wanted to tell you that my request are open so feel free to send some :)) please help spread my work by reblogging or liking!!!

[novankenn]

Infatuated by a Golden Sun

(From Assassin to Sales Clerk AU)

Blake leaned against the counter. A dopey smile on her face as Yang, a young women who was once the focus of a contract regaled her with... something. She was sure there was a reason or moral to whatever Yang was telling her. Maybe important information?

But Blake couldn't focus. She was lost in Yang's iridescent violet eyes. So enraptured with just looking at Yang she didn't even notice Deery entering the Pumpkin Pete's Novelty Store for her shift. Under normal circumstances Blake would be trying to figure out HOW Deery was always able to get in and out of the store without even the greeting chime going off.

"P-Money is like total kick ass!" Yang gushed. "I mean she took an arrow... a FREAKING arrow to the shoulder and didn't scream or cry. Like she is mega-tough!"

"Yep." Blake commented, having only heard Yang's nickname for Pyrrha. The rest just flew over her head.

"Oh you should see this video Jaune sent me!" Yang merrily continued to prattle on as she dug in her pocket for her scroll. "It's like totally cute!"

"Okay." Blake responded, all the while images of them walking through the park and sharing a kiss near that historical water fountain played in her mind.

"Just a sec... here it is! See?" Yang turned her scroll about after spending a few moments to locate this special video. "What do you make of that? She's too adorable!"

"That's a SECONDHAND KISS!" Blake shouted her amber eyes wide in surprise.

"I know, right." Yang agreed. "But P-Money is so denying it. Jaune is too, but you know how oblivious Jaune is. Am I right?"

Blake grew instantly alert as Yang's entire body suddenly became ridged and tense. It was at that second she felt... her prescience. Blake flinched and involuntarily stood up straight.

"If you have time to chat with your girlfriend... you have time to do inventory." Deery's soft voice floated to Blake's ears from behind. "Maybe Ms Xiao Long would like to assist?"

"Um... I'm sorry..."

"That's a pity." Deery responded as she took a place next to Blake at the counter. "The sooner inventory gets done, the sooner Blake can leave for the day."

"Really?" Blake asked. Excitement filling her voice as images of that walk in the park reappeared.

"I would, Kitty-Kat but I promised Jaune to drop by and go over some homework for Professor Goodwitch's Pre-Calculus course." Yang apologized, a sad smile crossing her features. "She's a slave driver, but Jaune and I both need the course to graduate and have a chance at Attending Beacon University."

"Wait, I thought you were already at Beacon?" Blake asked.

"The Academy. It's a prep school for the university."

"I knew that." Deery quipped shooting Blake a wiry smile. Blake wasn't surprised that Deery did know that. The things Deery knew and Blake didn't could fill a library.

"I can help tomorrow, if you want?" Yang offered.

"I can't ask you..."

"You're hired." Deery cut Blake off. "Be here at 10 am. Understood?"

"Yes, mam." Yang replied.

"That will give Blake time to prep the Inventory Scanners."

"IS it, alright for you to just hire people like that?" Blake asked a little stunned. "I thought Bob was in charge of..."

"I have the right to hire casual labor for things like Inventory... BUT if Yang would like to work WITH you... she'll have to talk to Bob."

"You mean that's possible?" Blake asked suddenly very interested in the chance to have more time with Yang.

"As much fun as that sounds. I have a shift at my Dad's Dojo later tonight." Yang smiled sheepishly. "The front desk doesn't take care of itself... and Ruby needs time for some school club or something."

"Damn it." Blake and Deery both cursed in unison.

Yang waved and Blake waved in return, a content sigh escaping her lips.

(A/N - HUGE THANKS to @pilot-boi for another excellent and beautiful art piece for this crazy AU that she inspired!)

[lottielovelace]

princess — chapter one

(ghost x könig's-sister!reader)

summary: Finally you get a chance to visit Simon. You just hope he hasn't forgotten about you. (aka two people trying their best to hide how incredibly into each other they are)

originally posted on ao3 (chapter length: 505 words)

Rating: M

Relationships: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, background platonic relationships

Ao3 Tags FOR THE FIC AS A WHOLE, NOT THIS SPECIFIC CHAPTER:Past Rape/Non-con / Rape Recovery / Male Victim of Sexual Assault / Canonical Rape/Non-con (Simon's) / First Time / Getting Together / Manchester as a setting / disclaimer: author has not been to manchester / Simon does bare-knuckle boxing as a hobby / Sparring as Flirting / wrestling as flirting / Identity Porn / Non-Explicit Sex / reader is konig's half sister / Unmasked Simon "Ghost" Riley (while on leave) / reader knows that simon is in the military but doesn't know he’s ghost / medium speed burn

this is a part of a series

Author’s Note: heads up this chapter is very short, mostly plot, and has little ghost. subsequent chapters will have a lot more :)

When König and Horangi booked a bodyguard job in London, you knew you were going to be superfluous for the next couple of months. It was a pretty low-stakes gig (a rich heir had gotten a few online hate comments and been spooked into extreme paranoia, deciding to hire the best of the best for the job), so any major injuries were unlikely. Plus with it being primarily in London, if things did go terribly wrong, there were medical resources available.

So when you offhandedly mentioned that you might pass on this mission to visit an old friend in the north of the country, they welcomed it. You might be more sociable than your brother, but they knew that close friends were still  few and far between for you. Of course, you don’t know if they would’ve approved had they known your “friend” was in the British military, but hey. What they wouldn’t know wouldn’t hurt them (for now at least).

The pit in your stomach only grew as you took the train up to Manchester. It refused to ease as you checked into your hostel. The kernel clung to you, twisting as you stared at your room’s dingy walls (it was the cheapest you could get. Horangi and your brother thought you were staying with a friend, your financials needed to reflect that.) What if Simon had forgotten you? It had been months. Were his words white lies to placate a pathetic prisoner? Was he even still alive? You didn't know exactly what he did for work, but you knew it was high stakes.

Staring at the moldy ceiling (damn, this really was a shitty hostel), you reminded yourself of the mantra you memorized at the camp.

Manchester. Stuart's. Simon.

Go to Manchester, find Stuart’s, ask for Simon.

Well you’ve already done one of the three.

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“Excuse me?”

The tattooed woman at the front desk glanced up at your soft words.

"Yes dear?"

"I was told I could find a Simon Riley here."

"Who’s asking?"

You told her your name and that “I met him while traveling abroad. He said if I ever wanted to get in touch to reach out here.”

"You’re in luck."

You tried not to get your hopes up.

“Really? Is he there?”

“No, but he will be. Just got on leave. Scheduled to monitor open gym tomorrow. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you."

"Oh, I'm not sure…"

"Please, Riley never gets visitors. I'm sure he'll love to see you."

You weren't quite so confident. But you hated to let the nice woman down, especially when she'd been so helpful. You forced yourself to nod, giving her a polite—if muttered—"Sure."

He could always turn you away himself.

A google maps search and Top Ten Manchester Attractions article later, you wound up spending the day killing time at the Manchester Museum. You finished the day with a cuppa and getting a takeaway from Nando's.

You somehow missed the eyes that followed you as you left the shop.

[prophecyofgray]

sometimes life is just not doing a Task and then feeling guilty about not doing it but continuing to put it off and then getting trapped in a cycle of guilt -> misery -> procrastination -> more misery -> not doing anything not even fun stuff cuz ur too guilty but also too miserable to do the damn thing. and then u have to drag urself kicking and screaming to the task and go HEY. DO IT. and then u do it and everythigns fine again <3

[ganondoodle]

Empress and her Bodyguard (2)

(OCs, Zaphira she/her, Shargon he/they)

(close up)

[benevolenterrancy]

Congrats, now all I'm going to be able to think about all day long is Chifeng-zun being stunned into silence by the sight of Meng Yao's braids, the same as if he had never left. His hand reaches out and clenches in mid-air, while Jin Guangyao stands shell-shocked and panicking, or blissfully oblivious to how Nie Mingjue's world is tilting on its axis. He could be mad, the rage that almost let him call the Unclean Realm home making Hensheng thrum: because what right does Nie Mingjue have to want him now, when he finally has a place he belongs? And why does want to quit it all for him?

Anyway, now you can share in my brain worms~

In that moment, something was communicated

unfortunately, neither knew exactly what it was

[naamahdarling]

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[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

i have twenty four pages left to typeset and i am So Close but So Bored

[bravevolunteer]

about to go lock in on work for a bit but i want to get involved on the dash where i can again so here’s a meme call!

[arttsuka]

So, please don't send me anymore asks right now, I don't think I'll be able to finish them 😢

I won't be home for the foreseeable future so I won't have most of my art supplies with me

Yes all these, I can't just take them all :(

Btw I won't be closing the ask box or anything

[mars-ipan]

in a couple of days the Big Stressors currently in my head will be taken care of and i can just focus on the holiday… hell yeah

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Tell me why there was a medical emergency on a day where a medical emergency should not have been involved lmao wtf