VERY FUN

hi!! i love your hybrid aus so muuuch

could you do one with Max who has a high maintenance cat hybrid? she’s a picky eater, likes pretty and expensive clothes, not dirtying her fur, things like that :)

i love this!

cw: HYBRID!reader

"sorry, angel," max mumbled as he placed your plate down in front of you.

a frown crossed your face as you looked down at your dinner. brandishing your knife and fork, you poked at your dinner. "what... is it?" you asked, pulling your cutlery away from the food.

"what is it?" max echoed, staring across the table. "salad and soup. you used to love salmon and soup."

a scoff left your lips, your tail moving from side to side. "yeah, when i first came to live with you." when you pushed your soup away, it splashed onto the table. "where's my salmon?"

you weren't always fussy. when max first took you in off the streets, you scrambled to eat anything he put in front of you. your clothes had been tattered and dirt back then, not pretty like what you wore now.

"i couldn't get your salmon," he mumbled, reaching over the table to take your hand. "sorry, kitten."

you pulled your hand out of his grip and stood up. with a huff, you turned on your heel and marched away from the dining table. "kitten!" max called after you, but he was gone. he was lucky you didn't throw your soup all over the floor.

hiding in his bed, your tail flicked. you weren't happy, not in the slightest. was your salmon too much to ask for? you didn't think so. if he loved you, he'd go out and get your salmon.

no, that wasn't fair. you knew he loved you, you were just being bratty.

your ears twitched as the bedroom door opened. "kitten," he mumbled and sat on the end of the bed. "talk to me."

pulling the blanket from over your head, you pouted at him. "i want my salmon," you mumbled. but your tail, the indicator of how you were feeling, was still.

"you want your salmon?" he asked as opened his arms.

you nodded as you crawled into his lap. your head was tucked against his neck as you pawed at his shirt, at his chest. maybe if you acted cute enough, you would get everything you wanted.

max released a sigh and threw his head back. "okay, fine," he mumbled and kissed the top of your head. "go get your coat on."

your eyes lit up. "are we gonna get salmon?"

"yes, kitten. we're gonna get salmon."

ill be back in ten, okay?

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

(low-key a part 2 to this, but can be read separately)

summary: oscar sneaks in to check on reader during a pcos flare-up.

warnings: pcos mention, chronic pain

A/N: (ive had this lined up since after ur last req and i’m posting it now) no one asked for this but this is my new favourite thing to write. so ENJOY :> i keep saying this but y’all if u’ve got requests for ANY driver, please, feel free to send them in. any scenario. i’ll try to make it possible. i love u, babies 🤙💋

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you’re curled up on the motorhome couch with a hot pack pressed against your stomach and oscar’s hoodie swallowed around your frame. the pain has mostly dulled into a low throb, and now you’re just… tired.

the paddock noise hums outside, muffled behind the tinted windows, and you assume oscar’s back at work. qualifying starts soon. he’s probably in briefing.

you don’t expect the soft creak of the door.

you glance up.

he peeks in with the most ridiculous look — wide eyes, slight smirk, finger to his lips like he’s sneaking into a forbidden zone.

you raise an eyebrow. “aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“i am,” he whispers dramatically, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. “i’m working on morale.”

you laugh quietly. “pretty sure your job is to drive the car, piastri.”

“i can multitask,” he says, crossing the room in four long steps. “and right now, the girl i love is wearing my hoodie and looking unfairly cute while recovering from a flare-up, so i had to intervene.”

he sits beside you, eyes shining, hands already reaching for yours.

“five minutes,” he says, holding up his hand. “then i’ll go back to being a professional athlete or whatever.”

you smile as he leans in, kisses you softly. it’s warm and slow, like he’s got nowhere to be — even though you both know he does.

you tug gently at the collar of his fireproof undershirt. “you taste like energy drink.”

“romantic,” he deadpans.

you giggle. “thanks for sneaking in.”

he kisses your cheek. “i’ll always sneak in for you.”

and when he finally stands to leave, he pauses in the doorway and turns back with a grin.

“might be back in ten. can’t promise anything.”

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Count down to Forever | LN4

Lando Norris X Reader (Requested)

Summary: [SOULMATE AU] Lando meets his soulmate, and it's perfect, she's perfect.

Warning(s): Mild Language, Lando with self doubts, Oscar being the voice of reason—in a very Oscar way, Cliche meet cute. Fluffy.

"I have faith in what I see, now I know I have met....an angel.. in person, and she looks perfect"

Lando sat in his driver’s room, staring at the timer on his left wrist. The ticking of the seconds was quiet, almost like a whisper, but it was loud in his ears, as if time was calling his name.

Lando knew what it meant, of course. He knew soulmates existed, and everyone had a different type of bond.

Oscar and his soulmate shared a red string of fate, something so visible and tangible that no one could ever doubt it. And no one has, anyone who has seen the pair grow up together, knows that they are meant for each other.

Lando thinks he should feel jealous, maybe.

Carlos and his soulmate had a mutual pain bond, where if one felt pain, the other did too. When one had a permanent injury, the other also suffered the same. Lando couldn’t even begin to imagine what that would feel like.

At least Carlos doesn't have to feel periods, or maybe he does, Lando hasn't asked him that question, and Carlos had never brought it up.

Max and his soulmate? Well, they had each other’s initials on their skin, marking them in a way that felt simple but perfect for them.

Lando knew there were many kinds of soul bonds, but his own was… different.

It was a countdown.

It had appeared the day after he hit puberty, like a flash of ink on his skin. At first, it was just a random number of years, days, and hours. It seemed distant, like something that wouldn’t matter for a long while. But as the years passed, the timer slowly ticked down.

From years to months, and now, it was finally in days. The timer was counting down to the moment he would meet her, the one person who had the power to change his life forever. The one who would match his soul in a way that no one else ever could.

13 hours, 23 minutes, 56 seconds.

That was the time remaining.

Lando took a deep breath, staring at the timer, watching the numbers tick down. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he was meeting her.

It felt so damn close. It was so damn close.

He considered his countdown to be both reassuring and frustrating at the same time.

Of course, he couldn’t say it was painful when Carlos’ soulmate probably went to sleep with an appendix one day and woke up without it, thanks to their bond. Lando could only imagine how deeply unsettling that must be.

Or how nerve-wracking it still must be for Charles—who hasn't found his soulmate yet, to listen carefully to make sure no one says the words written on his shoulder blade. Lando thought that sounded like a nightmare.

His timer, though, felt like a quiet kind of pressure. A soft, constant reminder that something was coming.

Something big. Something important.

At first, it had given him comfort. Back when the number of years was still high and the days counted in thousands, Lando thought it was a blessing. His soulmate would see him when he was at his best—when he’d finally grown into himself, maybe a little more mature. Maybe even, just maybe, worthy of her.

But now, seeing the days ticking away, he wasn’t sure what he felt anymore.

It had been years since he hit puberty. So many years, in fact, that the timer on his wrist had gone from a comforting countdown to a constant source of anxiety. The numbers were finally down to the wire, and Lando couldn’t help but feel jittery about it.

He had spent the past year staring at it, unable to focus on anything else.

Every time he remembered how much time he had left, his stomach churned, his nerves tightening. Everyone noticed it too. The nervous energy had been building up, and now, with only a day left, it was impossible to ignore.

Lando was really excited to meet his soulmate. He truly was. But if he was being honest with himself, he was also fucking terrified. Everyone knew it didn’t always work out the way you wanted it to.

He had seen relationships fall apart. He had seen people struggle with the weight of their soul bonds. And Lando was scared—scared his soulmate wouldn’t want him.

He was scared that when he finally met her, she might look at him and decide he wasn’t worth the wait.

He tried to push the thought aside, to drown it out with logic.

Why would she not want Lando Norris? Famous F1 driver, all-around golden retriever? He grinned at the thought of himself as a “golden retriever.” It was a joke his friends liked to throw around.

It made him laugh, but there was a bitter edge to it, too. That side of him, the more confident part of himself, knew the truth: He was a catch. He’d grown into his own, his place in the world as an F1 driver becoming clearer by the day. He had fans, he had respect, and he had a group of friends who genuinely cared about him. He was doing okay.

But there was another part of him, a smaller, quieter voice that still whispered in the back of his mind. It was the voice that made him second-guess himself, the voice that asked: What if she doesn’t like Lando?

Not Lando Norris, but Lando.

Lando, who needed time to warm up to people. Lando, who could be awkward and uncouth at first, stumbling over his words or trying too hard to make someone laugh. Lando, who wasn’t always the life of the party, and sometimes just needed his own space to recharge. Lando, who had panic attacks and random bursts of energy that he couldn’t always control. Lando, who had an insistent need for physical touch like a touch-starved child, always craving affection, even in the smallest of ways. It made him feel vulnerable.

Would she want to know him, all of him?

He barely noticed when the door cracked open.

“Lando,” his trainer called, leaning against the doorframe. “Zak wants you in the team meeting. Now.”

Lando blinked, shaking himself out of his daze. “Right. Yeah. Coming.”

He forced himself up, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his hands as if that would help the nervous energy buzzing under his skin. He grabbed a water bottle, took a sip he didn’t really need, and made his way to the meeting room.

Inside, the usual suspects were already seated—Zak, the engineers, strategists, a few mechanics, and of course, Oscar, who glanced up when Lando entered.

Zak barely looked up before launching into the meeting. “Alright, boys. Let’s talk strategy.”

Lando dropped into his chair, hands on the table, trying to look engaged as Zak ran through tire strategies, pit stop timings, and race simulations. But he couldn’t focus. His leg bounced under the table. His fingers tapped against his thigh. He shifted in his seat every few minutes. He could feel the countdown, hear it in his head, ticking away like a bomb waiting to go off.

Across the table, Oscar squinted at him.

Lando ignored him, staring at the strategy notes in front of him, pretending to listen as an engineer explained something about tire degradation.

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Oscar waits until the room clears out before speaking. “Alright,” he says, leveling Lando with a look. “What’s going on?”

Lando exhales sharply, staring down at the numbers on his wrist. “The countdown ends tomorrow.”

Oscar blinks. “Your soulmate timer?”

Lando nods. “Yeah.”

Oscar is quiet for a moment, considering him. “You nervous?”

Lando scoffs, rubbing his hand over his face. “Mate, I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

Oscar’s voice is calm, steady. “Why?”

Lando looks at him, incredulous. “Because—what if she doesn’t like me? What if she meets me and decides I’m not worth it? What if she—”

Oscar cuts him off, tone matter-of-fact. “What if she does?”

Lando falters.

Oscar tilts his head. “What if she’s nervous too? What if she’s worried you won’t like her?”

Lando hadn’t thought of that. He’s spent so long worrying about being enough that it never occurred to him that she might be feeling the same.

Oscar shrugs. “You’re Lando. You’re an idiot sometimes, but you’re also... you.” He gives Lando a pointed look. “And if she’s meant for you, she’ll see that.”

Lando exhales, some of the anxiety in his chest loosening. He nods slowly. “Yeah. Okay.”

Oscar pats his shoulder once. “Good. Now, stop acting like a nervous wreck. It’s weird.”

Lando laughs as he watches Oscar walk towards his soulmate, who was visiting him before they both travel to Melbourne together for a mini holiday before the season starts.

Lando wonders if he'll have someone like that.

Well, you'll find out tomorrow mate

And isn't that a thought to keep you up all night.

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Lando sat in the McLaren garage, arms crossed, leg bouncing so hard it was shaking the whole chair. His eyes kept flicking to the countdown on his wrist—1 hour and 57 minutes.

He hadn't slept. He couldn't. He was running on adrenaline, nerves, and whatever was left of his sanity.

Oscar, sitting across from him, had been watching in silence for a while now. Finally, he sighed. “You look awful.”

“Thanks, Osc” Lando muttered.

“No, really,” Charlotte added as she walked past, then doubled back to take in the full disaster that was Lando Norris. “You look like you fought sleep and..lost.”

“I didn’t fight,” Lando grumbled. “Just… didn’t sleep at all.”

Zak, who had been reviewing data, finally looked up. “Why?”

Oscar barely waited a second before answering. “He’s meeting his soulmate today.”

Silence. Then, understanding.

“Ohhh,” Zak said.

“Oh,” Charlotte echoed.

“Yeah,” one of the strategists, Alex, nodded. “Fair enough.”

Lando groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not,” Charlotte said immediately.

Zak hummed. “If I had to meet the person destined to put up with me forever, I’d be nervous too.”

Charlotte snorted. “Mate, you’ve been married for years.”

Zak shrugged. “Doesn’t mean she’s not still stuck with me.”

Alex grinned. “Yeah, but at least you didn’t look like this when you met her.” he motioned towards Lando's... well, everything.

Lando scowled. “I hate you all.”

Oscar, looking entirely too entertained, leaned back in his chair. “You know, we’ve all been where you are. Well, except me, ‘cause I’ve known since I was a kid.”

Lando shot him a glare. “Not helpful.”

Oscar ignored him. “But everyone else? Yeah. Zak, Charlotte, the others—they all went through it. And guess what?”

Lando sighed. “What?”

“It works out,” Oscar said simply. “So stop stressing. Just be you.”

Lando exhaled, the weight in his chest easing just a little.

Zak clapped his hands. “Right. Now that we’ve reassured our nervous wreck of a driver—go eat or drink something. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Charlotte smirked. “Yeah, would be pretty embarrassing if you collapsed before even meeting her.”

Lando groaned. “I really hate you all.”

But for the first time that day, he actually felt a little better.

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Lando stood, his eyes glued to the countdown timer on his wrist. Seconds seemed to stretch and warp before his eyes, the clock counting down with an unrelenting precision.

Six... Five... Four...

The food court at McLaren’s Bahrain base was alive with chatter, but everything around him felt like background noise.

He had no coffee now. It had long since been abandoned on the table. It had stopped working its magic hours ago. Lando only had his timer, and the ever-decreasing seconds were all that seemed to matter. He took a slow, steadying breath, trying to focus.

Two... One...

Zero.

And then, before he could even think to breathe or move, something—no, someone—suddenly collided into him. It was so quick, so unexpected, that Lando didn’t have time to react, to step aside or brace himself.

The impact surprised him with the force of it. Her papers—dozens of them—exploded into the air around them like snowflakes, swirling in a chaotic dance before they settled to the ground.

Lando instinctively reached out, his hands finding her waist, his fingers wrapping around her as he steadied her in his arms.

The moment felt like it was happening in slow motion, every second suspended in time.

He caught her. Like a movie scene, the way he pulled her against him, his heart leaping in his chest. She was there, right in front of him—her warmth against him, her breath soft against his skin.

His chest tightened. Perfect.

It wasn’t just a word. It was everything. She was everything.

For a few seconds, the world around him disappeared, and he simply held her there, feeling the pulse of her in his arms, the beat of his heart syncing with hers. Lando knew, without a doubt, that this was it.

This was her. This was the moment he’d been waiting for, for what felt like forever, and everything in the world seemed to make sense for the first time.

Then, reality hit. He was still holding her. His heart raced, suddenly aware of the weight of the moment.

He had to let go. Right?

But his hands lingered on her waist as if they didn’t want to let go. He could feel the heat of her body, the slight tremor in her touch, and in that second, he realized she was just as affected.

Her touch felt like coming home.

“Oh—uh... sorry, I... didn’t mean to...” Lando’s voice was breathless, his usual confidence faltering in the face of everything he’d ever wanted. He slowly released her, stepping back a fraction, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to let her go entirely.

She smiled then, a soft, knowing smile. It was shy but warm. There was a hint of excitement in her eyes—something that matched the fluttering in his chest.

They stood there, neither of them speaking for a moment, as if the weight of the moment was too much to fully comprehend just yet.

Her gaze met his, and he could see the same wonder in her eyes. She didn’t seem like she was in a rush to leave either.

The silence between them hung for just a moment, and then Lando awkwardly scratched the back of his head, still not quite sure what to say.

“I'm Lando,” he said, his voice slightly shaky. “Nice to meet you... soulmate.”

She took a small step back and gave him another soft smile, her cheeks tinged with a light blush.

“Nice to finally meet you, Lando,” she said, her tone just as shy but equally sincere. “It’s Y/N.”

“Do you wanna get some coffee?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I thought you were just coming out?”

Lando chuckled, the sound genuine, his nerves easing with her playful tone. “No, well, I mean, yeah, but...I could use another one.”

There was no way in hell he was letting a moment like this slip away. Not when he was standing here with her, his soulmate, the person he’d been waiting for.

Y/n smiled, nodding. “I could definitely use one.”

And just like that, the wait was over.

There were no more numbers to stare at, no more nerves twisting in his stomach. It was just the two of them, standing in a world that felt just a little bit smaller, just a little bit brighter.

The start of something. Something he was finally ready for.

The start to his forever.

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gosh I really want to write something for seb or carlos BUT I DONR HAVE ANY IDEAS HELP ME requests are open!!

love is a broken door

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: fluff. in which broken doors don’t stand a chance against your boyfriend.

warning(s): hurt comfort, reader gets a bruise, some insecurities from carlos

“Damnit! Not again.” You groan, catching the attention of your boyfriend in the next room. It was no surprise that he was standing in front of you in a matter of seconds, before you could even open your eyes after tensing up from the pain throbbing in your arm.

“All good?” Carlos questions, concern clear in his expression and his tone of voice. “What happened?”

“Yes, it’s just this stupid door again.”

His eyes widen, drifting to where you clutched your arm with your other hand as you lean back against the bathroom counter. Out of instinct, he all but lunges closer towards you to take a closer look at the bruise that’s forming.

He hesitates before touching it, until you give him a consenting nod to which he runs his fingers over your swollen skin ever so gently. Carlos may have been a tough guy by trade, but he always regards you with the utmost tender loving care.

“What did the door do? How did this happen?”

“It’s alive or something, I swear. Every time I open this door it never stays open, it sways to about halfway shut. I’ve been forgetting, so when I turn around, I accidentally run into it.”

Carlos frowns, his beautiful brown eyes meeting yours with a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve fixed it for you.”

You sigh, rubbing your arm soothingly. “It’s okay, babe. I know you’re busy and I don’t want to bother you with little things.”

“You’re never bothering me, amor. No problem of yours is little, I want to help you.” You kiss his lips reassuringly, hoping that his concerns will fade away.

“It’s not a big deal. In the meantime I’ll just have to watch where I’m going, no worries.”

“No, worries!” Carlos fires back, taking your hands in his before staring you in the eyes. He wants– no, needs you– to know he’s sincere about this. “What kind of man would I be if I let my woman stand in harm’s way, hm?” You giggle, surprised at how serious he’s taking this. You don’t miss the small smile he gives you in return.

“You mean stand in the door’s way? Get it, because it’s a doorway?” His now deadpan expression causes you to crack up even further, he’s clearly unamused with your jokes. “The door is not to blame for my lack of spatial awareness, honey. I promise you, I’m fine and unharmed.”

“Whatever you say, amor.” Carlos surrenders, eyeing you suspiciously. He welcomes another kiss from you before you leave the house, off to run the errands you were originally on your way to do before running into that stubborn bathroom door.

Of course he trusts your word, and he certainly trusts your capability to fix whatever needs fixing at home. But he can’t shake the nagging feeling in his gut that feels an awful lot like guilt.

He loves his career, and your support of him even more, except the part where he has to miss out on the little things. The ordinary, mundane things that happen in your life that he won’t get to know about or experience with you. The little things you won’t bother to tell him because you think he has more important things going on.

Another part of him feels silly for taking it as seriously as he is, but he also knows that the door represents only the surface of the issue that’s really bothering him. Surely he can tell by the way his stomach is turning at the thought of not being around for you as often as he should be. He knows you don’t hold it against him. But he also knows you two don’t have the most settled of lives either. When he overhears your best friend rave to you about the latest thing her boyfriend did for her, he wonders if you’re longing for the same stability.

He wonders what you say about him when it’s your turn to share, no matter how extravagant the gifts or the vacations or the experiences are that you two have shared together. He wonders if that’s really enough.

Carlos takes one good look at the door that’s taunting his insecurities. It makes a creaking sound as it swings halfway shut after he opens it, almost hitting his own shoulder as it did yours moments prior.

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When you return home it’s quiet, and to your surprise the lights are off in the kitchen. Usually around this time when Carlos isn’t traveling, he’ll be in there perfecting his latest recipe, letting you have first dibs on tasting the food before he shows it off to his family and friends.

“Honey, I’m home!” You sing-song, to which you don’t hear a response. His car was in the garage, so he had to be here. Maybe he opted for a quick nap after his workout?

You quietly tip-toe up the stairs hoping that if he is asleep, you didn’t just wake him up. When you enter your bedroom, it’s a relief to see light shining from the doorway that connects your en-suite.

And if you weren’t surprised at the sight before you, you would’ve been entirely turned on by it. There stood your boyfriend, focused as ever with a drill in one hand and the door held upright with the other. The veins of his arms were especially prominent and he bit his lip in concentration.

“Carlos?”

His eyes glance towards you, startling him, nearly causing him to drop the door that was only partially attached to its hinges. He lets out a breathy laugh, clutching his heart to emphasize the shock he’s in, so engrossed in his project that he didn’t even hear you enter. “Mi amor, you scared me. When did you get home?”

“I got home a while ago.” You muse, walking into the bathroom to see him up close. “But I wouldn’t mind admiring you for a little bit longer.”

He raises his eyebrows, smirking devilishly as your hands trace the muscles of his body over the shirt he’s wearing. “You like what you see?”

“Had I known you look so sexy fixing doors I might’ve just started breaking them.” You make it a point to let your eyes roam before making eye contact with him again. “And it’s not too late, you know. It’s never too late.”

“Before you start on that rampage, can I at least finish fixing this one first?”

“As long as I can watch.” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“Be my guest, amor.” Carlos whispers in your ear, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

You hop up on the counter, swinging your legs with delight. He focuses once again, inspecting the lines on his beam level to make sure that his drilling will be accurate.

His dark hair is messy and his forehead shines with the sheenest layer of sweat. You can’t help but marvel at how good he looks in the bathroom lighting. So good, that you really do start to consider breaking doors in the house if it means you can see him like this all the time.

Your heart warms at the fact that he’s doing this just for you. This isn't the Carlos Sainz that’s working tirelessly to make his team or his fans proud of him, just you. At the end of the day, that’s all he needs.

He finishes securing the last couple screws before stepping back, nodding his head as he examines his work. He looks your way to see if you’re paying attention, and sure enough you are. He opens the door all the way, and watches you light up when it actually stays put where it’s supposed to.

“See, mi amor? Good as new.” He strides towards where you’re sitting on the counter. Carlos runs his thumb across your bruised shoulder before pressing soft kisses to the swollen skin. “You’ll never have this again.” His lips trail in a circle of kisses around your shoulder and then up your neck, stopping just below your ear.

Butterflies erupt inside your body and your heart warms for the man before you. “Thank you, my love. You’re always looking out for me.”

He shrugs, giving you a soft smile. “I try.”

Your dreamy stare falters slightly, sensing a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “You always do, there’s no doubt about it.”

It’s his turn to feel the butterflies erupt in place of the uneasiness that’s still lingering from earlier. He’s amazed at how with just one look from you, he’s reassured that you’re meant to be together. “I just want to be there for you like you deserve, I hope you know that I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Carlos…” You murmur, taking his hands in yours. “As far as I’m concerned, when we’re together, the world doesn’t even exist.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But I know I’m away a lot of the time and it’s not easy for either of us. It’s not what you signed up for.”

“I signed up to love you, no matter where we are in the world. The distance is just a small part of that, always has been. And if we’re apart or not, nothing will stop me from cherishing our life together. I’m thinking of the big picture, when I can tell our grandkids that their abuelo found time to fix a broken door between racing around the world 24 weekends a year.”

Carlos smiles at your words, almost getting lost in the thought of you two growing old together, imagining the family that you two will create together someday. He’s happy to know that your dreams look alike. “Hopefully they’ll be impressed.”

“Trust me, they will be.” Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hands cling to your hips in response. “Most people in your position would’ve just hired someone to fix it, but you personally made sure I won’t have to worry about it anymore. Every time that I don’t run into the door, I’ll have you to thank instead.”

He leans forward, kissing you with a familiar passion that never fails to catch you off guard. “You’ll always have me, mi amor.”

You kiss him once again, showing him the same affection in return. Your eyes find each other and you can’t help but smile at the comfort that consumes you. “You’ll always have me, too.”

💌: i didn’t know how to end this lol. reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading :)

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hi! well, actually this is a self-challenge but I want it to share it <3

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Sebastian Vettel with Schumacher daughter? Age Gap/Forbidden love affair?

SV5 ★ secrets and kisses

★ Summary: Sebastian adored being your boyfriend, even if that meant lying to his idol. In where Sebastian and you, the daughter of Michael Schumacher, are in a secret relationship.

★ Sebastian Vettel x Schumacher Daughter. ★ Forbidden Love. Fluff. Kisses. ★ im thinking in a second part

You barely remember Seb as a child, not that you should feel guilty about that, life was busy then and there were so many people in your life that it was hard to keep him so present years later. But for Seb, your existence was still in the back of his mind, even after all this time; when you met again in the paddock, it was instantaneous, the feeling, the looks and the speed of your heartbeats were synchronized. Every night before you went to sleep you thought about all the things Seb had said during the day, their fleeting encounters and the interviews he gave after the races. Even though the feelings were there at first sight, the road to stability was a little slower. 

Every time they saw each other, they were surrounded by other pilots, which kept them together, since despite their age difference, they were still among the youngest. This gave them an excuse to spend more time together, but it should be made clear that even if the conversations were fluid and they always had a great time together, both kept their desires buried deep in their hearts and only let themselves be seen under the fascination of their eyes whenever they met. You could say that the mask of a mere friendly relationship was broken when Seb gave you a kiss on the cheek at one of the many parties, as innocent as it was, it changed everything for you. 

His rosy cheeks and the disappearance of Seb's self—confident attitude made you rest your lips on his. Fleeting, sweet and full of experiences to be discovered. That same night, on the balcony covered with plants, the German asked you to go out with him and you accepted. 

Almost half a year had passed since that first date when you and Seb became engaged and you couldn't be happier. Of course, it had its complications, the schedules of a Formula 1 driver and a college student with panic attacks about failing were not easy to manage, and there was another little problem. Hiding it from your father, Michael Schumacher. You weren't sure how your father, who had previously warned you that F1 drivers were a no—go area (and to be honest, you hadn't been that interested until Seb's arrival), would react, and on top of that, your father was your boyfriend's biggest idol and absolutely refused to let him down. For these reasons, your dates consisted of meetings in your car with fast food or simple walks listening to music during the weekends that you had a career (although it was not always possible because many times you did not accompany your father), while during the week they usually met in your apartment. It was no big deal, a small apartment that you had asked your parents for, with the excuse that you wanted to be closer to the university and that it was hard for you to concentrate at home with your siblings, they accepted on the condition that you could provide your own food. So, in addition to all the obstacles that were placed in front of your relationship, there were the hours of tutoring that you offered to the children in order to feed yourself. But it was all worth it. You were privileged, and having an apartment to meet Seb was an incredible advantage in your secret relationship. 

—You're coming to Monaco,” Seb asked, sitting on the floor as they ate at your coffee table in front of the TV. 

—Should I? I have a couple of essays due—Seb looked at you as you pursed your lips, you seemed to be thinking about it—But if I bring my computer I should come.

Your boyfriend smiled and unconsciously his shoulders shrugged in happiness. 

—That's good, we'll be able to sneak out in the evening—and slightly tilting towards your body with a mischievous smile he added—and I can help you with your homework. 

—Yes, sure. Homework—you rolled your eyes and Seb laughed quietly as he ate. He was so happy that his cheeks were red and sore. 

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The weather in Monaco was nice, you were wearing a tank top and an ankle—length blue skirt, a cool wind was blowing in from the balcony of your room and you decided to add a black jacket just in case the weather got even colder. Your younger brother looked at you with an arched eyebrow when you added pearl earrings to your outfit.

—Are you going out?" your brother questioned, not taking his eyes off his mobile phone.

—Yep — you didn't lie. You checked that everything was in your bag, and before you left you glanced briefly at your brother, "Don't stay playing and go out to dinner, at least with dad.

He nodded and you left the room walking down the corridors of the hotel with a smile on your face. As soon as you reached the lobby you spotted your dad talking to his friends and among them, Seb. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and was joking loudly, you approached slowly and your boyfriend was the first one to see you with a little wave of his hand, which your father turned away from. Just as everyone was joking, they also greeted you. You approached your father just to say hello and let him know that you were going out with friends, you lied. He nodded, whispering to take care of yourself and not to come back late, you shook your head in agreement and before you left, you glanced briefly at Seb, whose eyes were, as usual in your presence, sparkling.

The plan was the same every race weekend, you would leave a few minutes early with the excuse that you would spend the night with your friends or colleagues, you would wait a few minutes a block away from the hotel they were staying at and Seb would come by with his car to pick you up and spend the evening together. It was one of their favourite activities to eat snacks in the car while they were driving and then they would buy food to take away and enjoy the evening in a prominent place in the city where the race was taking place.

You waited a few minutes on a well—lit corner and before you could even get bored of looking at the beautiful golden poles, Seb appeared in front of you with his rented car. You quickly hopped off the curb and opened the car door, Seb grabbed your bag as you settled into the seat and left a kiss on your cheek. You buckled in and he rested your bag on your lap.

—Ready?" Seb raised his eyebrows as if they were about to run a race.

—You grabbed the handle of your bag and Seb pulled away, smiling.

—You don't know," he asked as if it were obvious as he averted his eyes from the road for half a second to give you one of his cocky smiles, "We're going to spend our dinner at the best place in Monaco.

You pursed your lips into a smile; he was always so self—confident, so confident of making you nervous with the simplest acts that he managed to leave you speechless. You swallowed as you watched him turn down the streets of Monaco, he always drove with one hand and it would hurt your pride to accept how handsome he looked when he did.

—By the way, congratulations on passing the General Psychology exam — Seb congratulated you and that made your heart pound, but without thinking too much you shouted.

—How do you know that? I wanted to tell you at dinner," you stammered awkwardly, slapping his thigh; at your reaction Seb laughed hysterically, realising that it wasn't you who had told him, "You were guessing?

—No, no, honey," your heart trembled slightly at the nickname, before Seb continued laughing and tapped the steering wheel gently as he parked in front of a beautiful restaurant. He entangled his hands and with a kiss he placed on your forehead, he added, "Michael's been bragging about it all afternoon.

You gasped at the thought of your father bragging to his friends about something as mundane as passing an exam, especially in front of Seb. You covered your face with the palm of your hands and when you opened your mouth to moan, Seb spoke again.

—And I think you should too.

You frowned uncomprehendingly as you pulled your hands away from his face.

—What?

—You know, bragging, being proud of what you accomplish—Seb shrugged but his gaze was steady—You should be more proud of your accomplishments, I am. Every time we meet and you tell me how you've been studying so hard and how well you've done, it just makes me so happy.

You fluttered your eyelashes not believing what you were hearing, your hand trembled and being held still by Seb noticed the slight movement and tilted his head leaving another kiss on your cheek.

—I'm going to get our food." Seb got out of the car, the heat that had formed between his hands slowly subsided but the tingling did not. You felt yourself swallow hard before you threw yourself down on the seat laughing and wiggling your feet, Seb liked it so much that the only thing you wanted at that moment was for him to feel that way too.

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The night in Monaco was quieter than you would think. They had settled near a park, which due to the timetable was closed and they couldn't walk around. Having finished all your food we took the opportunity to rest your legs on Seb's lap with your back against the door. You were telling him about one of the many dramas of your university. Even if he pretended not to, Seb loved drama and even more so if it didn't involve him.

—I swear she rejected him, and he was really angry — you waved your hands dramatising the whole situation.

—That's not very nice," Seb commented. "Obviously being rejected isn't the best experience, but getting angry at the person I doubt it makes it any better.

—Exactly! And then he accused her of taking advantage of him and threw the ice cream on her dress—you paused and slapped your thigh hard—God, an ice cream Seb! If someone really did that to me they wouldn't have any hairs left to pluck.

—That's really awful, but now that you mention it," Seb began, registering your curious stare, "It's time for us to go get some ice cream.

Lowering your legs off his body you both celebrated your successful night with loud music and silly singing, at a traffic light you came to ask him.

—How are you feeling about the weekend," Seb hadn't mentioned the subject all night which surprised you, it's not like he could tell you the team's strategies but he kept a pretty wide berth for the expression of his feelings about racing. Seb scratched the back of his neck and, with his eyes on the road, replied.

—I'm not sure... For some reason everyone seems so interested in winning in Monaco that the fact that it's not so special to me keeps me... Confused.

—Seb... I can assure you that Monaco is not that important, I mean no more than other races," you assured with a confidence that made your boyfriend grimace, "Really, you'll do fine.

—Well, if a Schumacher says so, I guess I'll just have to listen to him," Seb's car got closer and closer to the busy streets of Monaco and as soon as they found a place to park for ice cream they pulled over with smiles already formed from anticipation. Opening the car door, you didn't hold back your comment.

—Of course, the winning instinct is in my blood," you exclaimed, putting your foot on the floor and looking up, and before you could warn him, you grabbed Seb's elbow to pull him into the car and slammed the door abruptly shut, stowing yourself in the safety of the car. Seb, who still didn't understand, screamed.

 You covered his mouth with your palm only to direct your eyes a few metres away from you, where Michael Schumacher was leaving a restaurant with his friends and your brother. You both held your breath.

Home ; Anakin Skywalker

@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader

Summary: Reader runs away from home because of her parents' mental abuse, Anakin receives her.

Warning: Mental Abuse

Tags: Comfort, Confessions, Friends to Lovers

You can also read it in AO3!

Walking along the street, it looked like the sky was about to fall, the storm was strong, and your wet clothes made it difficult to advance. Some people were running under the rain, and others hid under the roof; you walked, how fast you were able. 

You were mentally tired, and even if you were freezing, it was so much better than staying in your parent's house. You knew the way to your comfort, to the person who could make you safe, and loved. At the end of the street, a little blue house highlighted among the others, your hands shaking, and your wet eyes weren't a barrier to knock on the door; at first, with a soft punch, but when no one answered, your desperation took control under your decisions. You heard the steps coming, and tried to straighten your hair; the door opened, letting you see him. 

Anakin was startled, his clothes were dirty and his face was stained with dust, but you were worse off. Your wet hair, red nose and eyes worried him immediately, wrapping his arms around and pulling you inside. 

“ Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how dangerous it is going out with this storm?” Anakin took off one of his clothes to cover you, his voice sounded like he was furious, you were aware that he was worried; he was always worried about you, and you also wanted to do something for him, but he never came to you to ask for a favour. His hands attempted to share some warmth, your skin was cold and the wet clothes did not help. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go'' Hearing your whisper, made Anakin understand. You didn't mean to put yourself in danger, you just wanted to escape. Anakin was aware of the problem that your parents represented, instead of being responsible for their own mistakes, they chose to responsibilize you for that. Mentally abusing you, every time they were stressed. 

He lent you some clothes, they were too big for you but the fabric was soft and a faint whiff of Anakin’s perfume, which instantly made you feel safe. R2D2 was there, next to you, you posed your hand on the top of his head. 

“Hi, R2” he made some happy robotic sounds causing your smile. Anakin entered the room checking if you were more calm than before, you noticed him and without stopping yourself you called him. Right away, your ears blushed. 

“ Sorry, I was just… Are you feeling better now? ” It was the first time that Anakin looked like this, shy or at least that was how you saw him. He wasn't shy, he was trying to hide his anger, his frustration for not being able to protect you from your parents. 

“ Yes, thank you for the clothes” you replied, settling down to get out of the bed. With a smile "Did I surprise you?”

Anakin leaned against the door frame.

“ A lot, actually. But I'm glad you came here” If you were close to him, he knew that he could protect you. “Is there something you want to eat?” 

Standing up you smiled kindly, Anakin's house was beautiful, it was comfortable but most of all it had Anakin in it; however no matter how kind he is, you could not abuse his time and space. 

“No, I think I should go to my house” The abuse of your parents, their words were strong, but that shouldn't mean that you should simply carry away yourself for your desires. You passed by his side. “ I will send you back these clothes, probably tomorrow after work. Sorry for annoying your evening”

“Annoying?” Anakin laughed stunned. “If I tell you I don't find you annoying, would you stay for dinner?”

You giggled nervously, his touch on your wrist and his words were a clarifying factor as to why your heart was beating so fast. You knew you were useless, that your feelings for Anakin were something that you could not allow yourself, that you should try harder for being enough. 

“ Anakin, really, I'm glad but-” 

“ If you’re glad, you should thank me accepting my proposing” 

Anakin was asking you for something, and you couldn't handle saying no to him. You were good at cooking, so you offered to do it, but Anakin was very persistent with the idea of him cooking. You and R2D2, were not convinced as much as him, promising to keep an eye on him, the result was good, and a much tastier meal than you had thought was served.

“ What did they say this time?” Suddenly Anakin asked in the silence of the dinner, since you didn't understand, he added “I mean, your parents, what did they say? “

“ Uh, nothing, they were angry and we fought” Trying to sound like you were fine, your eyes didn't direct towards him. 

“You fought…?” Anakin asked before fakely smiling. “If they are insulting, it's not a fight. Its abuse ”

Stupid, dumb bitch, useless, you're only a problem. 

“ No… I don't think it's like that” you murmured trying to convince yourself. You were aware that your parents weren't the best, or even kind. You felt hurt, unfortunately they were your parents, and no matter how much pain they do to you, hating them was so much harder than anyone could imagine. 

“ You don't deserve to be treated like this” Anakin affirmed with the confidence that you didn't have.  Anakin grabbed your hand, gently touching it. “Not even for your parents” 

His voice was sweet, giving you chills, your heart was weak. 

“ Anakin, you're kind and I don't deserve-” 

“ T/n don't even dare to say that, you're fantastic” Anakin breathed, he needed to ask for it “Stay this night” 

You didn't pretend to misunderstand his words. 

“ I like you, and I want to stay with you, I want to protect you” He added.

Maybe, there was nothing to misunderstand. He kneels down in front of you.  “Ani…” you were out of breath. “ I like you too ”

OKAY I made so much mistakes, remember spanish is my first language and im just learning english.

giosh im so boreeed