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Arabic love poems that remind me of chayenzo

Particularly of Vincenzo’s feelings for Cha-young, from this twitter thread

“And if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” Farouq Jwaydeh

“They asked ‘do you love her to death?’ I said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.’” Mahmoud Darwish

“My temptations in your eyes, And the cities of your grief…” Ibrahim el-Kahwaji

“When I love, / I become liquid light” Nizar Qabbani

“Your lip the first disaster.” Emad Fouad

“I long for you hands, two doves that shade the blaze of my longing.” Maisoon Saqr

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Your father had invested in BigHit when it was proposed as a new music company. He wasn’t always the type to try to get rich quick but he thought why not invest, maybe you could grow a fortune. 

You could see his point of view but really your entire university fund wasn’t his to gamble. You took ownership of those shares immediately and nothing ever seemed to change the problem was your father bought them for higher than they were worth. 

You were half way through your University degree, working at a small restaurant waiting tables. It wasn’t easy when you didn’t have some money behind you. 

You were humming a song, something catchy on the radio. Nothing catchy, you had calculated how much of this BigHit entertainment you owned and it was something close to 30% of the business. 

Returning to your apartment ready for your day of tomorrow you checked your email. You saw your stocks had grown but not as much as you paid for them still. 

Curious, you called the company via the number on your email; it wasn’t the regular company number. You asked for a meeting and they gave you a spot before lunch tomorrow. 

Dressing up for the meeting you wanted to look respectable. You arrived and stepped up only to be stopped by security. 

“I am here to see Bang Sihyuk. I have an appointment before lunch” I said and they eyed me, I called the reception. 

“Good morning, It’s y/n, I am here for my 11:30 meeting but I cannot get past security”

“We will bring someone down shortly” she said and I nodded and waited. 

Bang Si hyuk in a suit appeared, “y/n please follow me?” I followed behind him feeling rather important. “So you own 30% of BigHit and are one of our shareholders, are you a fan of our company?”

“Actually I know very little about your company, my father bought the shares when they were so cheap and well I have left them hoping I didn’t lose all my savings”

“Let me show you around and talk about our company a little” he smiled. He was a funny guy explaining the company’s virtues and goals. You had to admit he spoke well about everything, the facility was a little drab but you weren’t too worried. 

“This is where the trainees eat and discuss, this is our recording studio and the dance studios are down the hall.” His phone rang, as he opened the door. “Oh I have a call, please give me a moment”

There was a group inside you blushed, bowing to them, each as handsome as you would expect of an idol group and yet so much more. 

They practiced seriously and looked awfully sweaty. I ordered some vitamin water and sports drinks hoping they would stay hydrated. They were looking particularly tired from their dancing. 

Stepping down stairs you grabbed the drinks by security and headed back upstairs. The elevator was kind of small but not the worst. 

Bang Pd was still on the phone in the corner and you headed inside once more, uh good afternoon, I brought you some drinks to cool off. 

They bowed respectively and took the bag, each getting a cold drink and rehydrating. 

“Who are you?” One asked and you blinked 

“I am a family friend of Bang pd’s he is showing me around his company today”

It felt worth it, in the short time you saw the company and the boys you didn’t feel cheated out of money, the boys you met were nice and very good looking. 

You were invited to a shareholder meeting a few times a year and each year the company seemed to slowly be improving and dressed nicely when you entered the building. 

You flashed a tag they had sent you, stashing it in your pocket. Taking the elevator. 

“Hold the elevator!” You caught the elevator and the doors rebounded open. It was the boys, you hadn’t forgotten their handsome features since the day you met one year ago. 

You had finished your degree this year and as an accountant major you were able to work with numbers a lot better. Providing some knowledge at the meetings you were privy to. 

“What are you doing back again, we don’t see you often around?” One broke the ice with some small talk which quickly fell into light banter and jokes. It was the start of a good friendship. Or at least you thought it was a friendship unbeknownst to you. One of the idols had feelings for you, they thought you were a firecracker. 

Maybe the way you were so confident like you owned the place, resonated with their personality. They all exchanged their WeChat with you. Leaving you surprised when your phone chimed as the elevator door closed with a greeting message and a few emoji’s. 

~Time skip to present~

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Grid Mum 2 | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Growing attached to the rookies meant that you now cared for them off track as well. So when some of them are not treated well by their teams, you and Max take your role of grid parents very seriously.

Author's Note: ok so i usually don't plan on doing part 2 for my fics but @robinivoryanvalentine gave me ideas and this lil thing was born ig so shout out to them🫶🏻 i have one request left that I'm hoping to write soon now that it's FINALLY school break and i hope I'll also get some inspo w the rest of the triple header🙂‍↕️

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From the moment you had accepted that Max’s grid kids were also yours in the process, you had thought that your interactions with them would only be during race weekends. However, when you saw that some drama was already happening even though the season had barely started, you decided that the rookies would become both your on and off track children.

It had begun with Jack.

You had never been Alpine’s biggest fan – you mostly considered Esteban and Pierre as acquaintances during the previous season – and it had gotten worse when Flavio was back in the paddock. Still, you were glad for Jack when it was announced that he would get a full-time seat for the 2025 season – although it was a shit move from Alpine to sack Esteban for the last grand prix of 2024.

The drama had started a bit after Alpine announced their reserve drivers for 2025. First, Paul Aaron. He was a good driver, and had done a good F2 season, despite the insane amount of car issues he had suffered from. Then, Franco Colapinto. Having raced for a third of the 2024 season with Williams, Franco had quickly become a fan favourite due to this charming personality.

The issue wasn’t Alpine having two reserve drivers – it was honestly quite usual. No, the actual issue lay in fans already expecting Jack’s downfall so that Franco could take his place. Everyone was claiming that Jack only had the first five races to prove himself, and then it would be goodbye for him.

Then, it got even worse. Shortly after the New Year, Alpine announced their third reserve driver. You remembered seeing the news and being really surprised because “why do they need so many plans b?” – that’s what you had said to Max, who had agreed and had then proceeded to diss the French team for the next few minutes. And if you thought that they were done, you were wrong because Alpine waited until a few days before the first race of the season to announce their fourth reserve driver.

You truly hoped that Jack wasn’t too stressed about it, but the latest season of Drive To Survive showed you that he definitely was. The scene between Jack and Flavio in the latter’s office had truly scared you, and you couldn’t imagine the amount of pressure they were putting on the Aussie.

It also didn’t help when Jack DNFed at his home race, which led to the fans clearly awaiting the day when Alpine would replace him with Franco. The dinner you had invited him to along with the other rookies had helped, but you knew that it was only temporary comfort until the following races. The next week in China had been a bit better: Jack had finished 13th after the three DSQs, which wasn’t so bad, but you had seen the comments everywhere. ‘Fans’ were still dreaming of Franco taking his seat, not caring one bit about Jack.

You were truly saddened by the situation. Jack didn’t deserve that kind of reaction – no driver did. The only thing he deserved was the opportunity to prove himself, and his full potential couldn’t be seen after two races.

Two. races. were. not. enough.

And yet, it wasn’t Alpine that was currently at the origin of your newly-found anger. No, right now, you were only mad at one team: Red Bull Racing.

You had seen the rumours online. You had heard about them in the paddock. You hadn’t wanted to believe them; they were rumours for a reason. So when Max told you the news before it would be public, you thought he had been messing with you. You had been back in Monaco in your shared flat, when he announced it to you:

“Don’t be mad but…” Max waited for you to look at him before he kept talking. “They’re dropping Liam”.

“What?” Did you hear it well?

“Red Bull”, Max explained. “They’re switching Liam and Yuki.”

“You’re joking?”

“Wish I was, honestly. It’s such a shit decision, but I have no say in this.”

You were kind of glad that even Max wasn’t agreeing with the switch, but it still hurt. You were mad. Mad for Liam. Mad at Red Bull.

“Do they not realise they’re the fucking problem?” You couldn’t help the venom in your tone. “Have been for years. But no, it’s always the driver.”

“I know… Trust me, I wish I could have helped tilt the balance on the other side. Turns out my opinion suddenly doesn’t matter.”

“Shocker”, you sarcastically replied. You knew Max had vouched for Liam to stay; but when his team had decided something, even their star driver apparently didn’t have any right to go against it. “Do they wish to destroy another driver’s career?” You thought about Yuki, with whom you’d been friends for years since he had joined Racing Bulls. “At this home grand prix, that’s fucked up.”

“You know everything Red Bull does is fucked up at this point. That’s like your main take everytime they do something.”

“Am I wrong, though?” You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“Unfortunately, no.” Max sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess I won’t see you in my garage in Japan, then?”

“I’m not that much of a bitch, Max. I’ll show up for Yuki, obviously.”

“Obviously”, Max repeated with a chuckle. “You’ll text me which garage I have to collect you from, yeah?”

“You know me so well.” You smiled at him, before pulling him close for a quick kiss. “When are they announcing it?”

“I think some media are confirming it today, but the teams will only post about it starting tomorrow.”

“Does Liam actually know?” This was the dreaded question. You knew Red Bull was bad enough that they were capable of telling him after the entire world was made aware.

“He does, yeah.” Max thought for a second. “Don’t know for sure if they told him before Yuki, but they were decent enough not to let him find out through the internet.”

“I hope so.” You pulled out your phone, your thumb hovering over the messages application. “Is it too early to text him?” You really wanted to show Liam your support, but you were scared that Red Bull had actually been too cowardly to not notify Liam until the very last minute.

“Might be good to wait a couple days”, Max suggested. “He might be home right now, so he’ll probably have his family and friends with him.”

You nodded at Max’s words, agreeing to wait until the information would be out everywhere. Still, you made a mental note to start thinking of what you could eventually do to lift the Aussie's and Kiwi's spirits.

…..

At the end of the week, the whole world had seen the news. Red Bull Racing had definitely swapped Liam with Yuki, deciding that the younger driver had not shown enough potential after only two races.

Trusting yourself, you did what you thought was right and texted Liam as well as Jack. You sent them your address, and offered to have them for dinner that evening. You knew that even though almost the entire grid lived in Monaco, it was actually quite rare for the drivers to hang out. Max, especially, loved to stay home in order to avoid seeing his work friends. However, he was surprisingly glad to have Jack and Liam. Your boyfriend had even helped to cook tonight’s meal, and you were certain the rookies would particularly enjoy this information.

Monaco was a small town, so it didn’t take long for Jack and Liam to arrive at yours. It was known on the grid where each driver lived in the city, but actually seeing where Max lived with their own eyes felt surreal to the young drivers. When you opened the door to see them both awkwardly standing next to one another, it only took one warm smile from you to help them relax. They cautiously followed you inside; admiring every piece of furniture, every picture, Max’s beloved simulator which looked out of place in the living room you had beautifully decorated.

The most surprising thing for Jack and Liam, though, wasn’t the wall full of helmets and trophies nor the silly cushions you had bought with cats’ faces on them. No, it was the shocking view of four-times world champion Max Verstappen who was wearing an apron and currently setting the table.

When he saw you, the loving smile on his face naturally appeared. He then noticed the two rookies behind you and gave them a nod.

“Hi”, he said to them. “Welcome to our home, I guess.”

“Thanks for having us,” Jack replied. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah”, Liam agreed. He then raised his right hand that had been holding a bag. “Hmm… I brought dessert?”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!” You exclaimed. “That’s so sweet of you, Liam.”

You took a large box out of the bag, and barely had time to put it on the table that another box got put down right next to it.

“We had the same idea”, Jack stated. “We didn’t buy the same thing, though. Had time to compare when we were in the lift.”

“You guys are so nice, thank you so much!”

Quickly opening each box, you saw that Liam had brought chocolate muffins while Jack had brought profiteroles. You let yourself out to the kitchen in order to put the boxes in the fridge, which meant that the drivers were now alone in the living room.

Safe to say, the atmosphere was quite awkward. There wasn’t any tension per say, but it wasn’t everyday that Max had people from his workplace at home. Remembering what he was wearing, Max looked down at his outfit and swiftly removed his apron.

“Yeah… hmm, sorry… you guys can sit down if you want. It’s almost ready.”

Jack and Liam thanked him with a nod, before they both pulled out the closest chair to them.

“Dinner is ready indeed, but everyone’s washing their hands before we eat please.” You had just come back to the living room. Your tone wasn’t harsh, but commanding enough that no one would disobey – exactly like a mother.

You made sure that everyone, including your boyfriend, had now washed their hands before leading them back to the table. You asked Max to bring the food there, which he did. Together, you had prepared lasagna as well as some potatoes to go with it.

You served the drivers, who all thanked you with a smile. You and Max were sitting next to each other, with Jack and Liam facing you both. You then all began to eat in a comfortable silence.

“Thanks again for having us,” Liam eventually said. “Food’s really good by the way.”

“It is”, Jack agreed with a nod.

“Max is a good cook, right?” You chuckled before offering them seconds, which they gladly accepted.

“Guess I have a plan b if racing doesn't work out,” Max claimed with a shrug. “Can't say that it's really going well recently.”

“We said no work talk, remember?” You reminded him while serving the rookies. “Tonight is supposed to be about anything but your jobs.”

“It’s fine, honestly.”

“Yeah, Jack’s right. If anything, better to talk about it with y’all than anyone else,” Liam added.

“Sure?” You wondered. They both nodded, which reassured you. “Well, if you don’t mind talking about work then I guess we can do so after dinner while racing.”

“Racing?” Liam and Jack repeated.

“Y’all know how to play F1 24?” You asked them, to which they positively answered. “Then yes, racing.”

Exchanging a glance, the two drivers in front of you were now even happier to be there. A proud smile made its way on your face, glad to have your boys in a good mood.

Dinner finished quickly enough after light-hearted chats. You learnt more about Jack’s and Liam’s childhood, while they asked you questions about your and Max’s relationship. They were really enjoying their time with you – even more than with Max – and loved getting to know you outside the track.

While the drivers were moving from the dining table to the sofas in front of the massive TV that adorned the wall, you went back to the kitchen to retrieve the desserts. When you came back, Max was giving controllers to Liam and Jack before he turned the game on.

Obviously not caring about you being here, Max left the racing mode on ‘expert mode’ which clearly wouldn’t bother the other drivers present. As expected, he chose to play himself. You let Liam select Lewis while Jack selected Oscar, before it was your turn. You picked Charles as you often did, and now it was actually time to race.

As usual when you played with Max, you didn’t do great. After a couple races, Liam and Jack realised that dating a world champion didn’t mean that you had gained his driving skills. So they decided to tone it down, and let you overtake them during the next race. You hadn’t noticed, simply thinking that this track wasn’t their favourite. Max, however, immediately realised what was going on.

“You shouldn’t let her win”, he told them while taking a quick bite from his muffin. “She’s used to losing, don’t worry about her.”

“Fuck you, Max.” You threw a cushion to his face, which didn’t even affect him as he still crossed the finish line in first position.

“You’re like the worst boyfriend ever, mate. I think my girl would kill me if I didn’t let her win from time to time,” Liam explained with a chuckle.

“What?” Max turned to Liam, a serious and intimidating look now on his face.

“I– I mean, not the worst of course!” Liam was scared he had joked about the wrong thing, and tried to take back his words. “You’re the racing driver so… yeah, makes sense you’re better than her.”

“I’m kidding, Liam.” Max simply said. “God, you’re easy to pressure.”

“And you are actually the worst”. Putting down your controller, you took a profiterole and faced the rookies. “Please don’t let him scare you or some shit like that, he’s literally just a silly nerd. If anything, be the ones to intimidate him. I’ll teach you both his weaknesses.”

“I’ll ban you from my garage”, Max retorted.

“Great, I didn’t even wanna be there anyways.”

“I’ll ban you from the paddock”, Max added.

“Then I’ll date another driver who’ll give me access and overrule you”. You innocently smiled at your boyfriend, knowing that he wouldn’t manage to get the upper hand back.

“I’ll run him off track and he won’t be able to race anymore.”

“I’ll join the FIA and give you stop-and-go penalties.”

As they had been sitting between the two of you, Jack and Liam could only watch the exchange between you and Max as if it were a tennis match. They were deeply entertained, and one thought was certainly shared between them: they would definitely side with you against Max, no matter the situation.

Max was their grid mum on track. But you were their grid mum off track, and that was worth so much more to them. If Liam and Jack had been nervous to come spend the evening here, all their worries had now completely disappeared.

If anything, they could even pretend to still be bothered about what was happening to them in the Formula 1 world, just so they could spend more moments like this one. They wouldn’t need to, though. Even without the excuse of wanting to distract them and lift their spirits, you would still invite them to dinner the next day, before offering them a ride on Max’s plane as if it was yours – it kind of was, according to Max who deemed everything he owned as your possession too.

So when the four of you would arrive together in Japan, the other rookies might be jealous. They might ask Liam and Jack about how they pulled it off, and maybe the two would agree in telling a little white lie just so they would gatekeep the family time they spent with you and Max.

And it would eventually become a competition as a joke: who would be able to get the most time with their grid parents?

..........

Hope y'all enjoyed it!! Y'all cannot imagine how mad i was when the devil (rbr) switched liam and yuki - actually you kinda can bc i posted ab it lol

But i fr hate that they only give liam 2 races to prove himself like THAT'S😭NO😭ENOUGH😭 and for jack, well i saw that oliver oakes confirmed they ain't getting rid of him + plan of having him for the whole season but they aren't giving him enough love imo - like why tf y'all have 4 reserve drivers

Anywayyys i acc have no idea whether liam was made aware of the switch before it went public but let's pretend rbr ain't bitches

Don't hesitate to like or reblog if you liked this<3 and don't be shy to leave a comment so i can know your thoughts as well :))

See you soon, take care of yourselves, i love y'all xx

devoted to you : kth | sm masterlist

🌷synopsis: "you’re a bratty idol with a temper. he’s a silent trained and skilled bodyguard who can’t speak his mind. you don’t get along, but you both can’t seem to get one another off each other’s mind.”

character analysis: taehyung is a silent knight in shining armor. it drives you insane. he can never speak his mind, but under that thick layer of introvert lies a beautiful soul.

⇆ a/n: if you'd like to be added to the taglist, send me an ask ! <3

⇆ fic type: social media, enemies to lovers

⇆ main pairing: bodyguard!tae x idol!reader

⇆ side pairing: sope

⇆ warnings: explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, etc !

⇆ status: updates everyday (when i can)

CHAPTERS-

characters - yn’s besties

characters - taehyung’s group

prologue - new bodyguard

chapter one - a reason

chapter two - absolute shit

chapter three - no idea

chapter four - look at him

chapter five - so different

chapter six - kinda cute

chapter seven - having fun

chapter eight - good stylist

chapter nine - hopes up

chapter ten (bonus) - doing this right

chapter eleven - crossing the line

chapter twelve - work on me

chapter thirteen - temper tantrum

chapter fourteen - big deal

chapter fifteen - getting attached

chapter sixteen - back nd forth

chapter seventeen (timeskip) - so boring

this was sooo cute🤩🤩😍😍

once upon a charm | myg

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (best friends to lovers!au)

Genre: fluff

Rating: g

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2.2k

Prompt: Best friends to lovers where he confesses, not being able to see you with anyone but him

AN: i'm very behind with these and they keep missing the drabble mark, and i am really sorry :( for the special person who requested this wonderful story to come to life, i am really sorry, i hope this makes up for it! <3

thank you @notyouroppar for reading this for me you are a gem

Hope it’s enjoyable to read! I would love to hear feedback! <3

Rᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!

“And the Princess got taken away-“ his superfluous gestures almost caused him to fall off the bed, but before he could slide off, he put a foot down, hands still high in the air, bearing a striking resemblance to a gymnast. Even through the foggy vision caused by the tears running down your cheeks you could clearly see the comical expression, wide eyed and mouth puckered.

“Yoongi, stop.” Exploding into another fit of laughter, you held yourself, tears still streaming down your face. It had been a little over an hour since you had called him over, your desperate watery voice immediately springing him into action. He didn’t care that it was almost midnight and tomorrow he had an early lecture, it didn’t matter that your dorm was on the other side of the campus and it was way past curfew. None of this mattered to him. The thought of you alone, in your tiny dorm room, crying your heart out was all he could think of. So he ran as fast as he could until he reached your dorm. Getting past the night guard was a piece of cake, he’d done it more than once for your movie nights. Once he arrived at your door, panting and bent over from the effort, he knocked once, twice, three times; your secret code. The sight of your blotchy tear stained face wiped away any memory of the stitch he had acquired on the way there. You needed him, so without a word he grabbed your top and pulled you into his arms.

It had been a little over an hour since Yoongi appeared at your door, face red from running, his breath coming out in raspy pants. It had been a little over an hour since he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. His familiar scent had washed over you and as you felt his arms slacken to let you go, you fisted his hoodie and clung tighter onto him. You weren’t ready to let go.

“Why did you run all the way over here, stupid? You hate running.” Your voice was muffled by the thick material of his top and you could barely breathe, yet you couldn’t care less. The warmth of his hold paired with his own scent were the only things holding you together. Your tears had stopped, but you’d been crying for so long that your whole head felt stuffy.

Yoongi savoured the feel of your frame pressed against his, your tight hold on him let him know that you needed him, and he was ready to provide all the support he could. There was very little he wouldn’t do for you. In fact, there was only one thing he wouldn’t do for you. He wouldn’t tell you how he felt on days like these; days when you would call him struggling to deal with your own emotions. Not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t have the courage to burden you.

If there was ever a situation where Yoongi needed a kind soul to write him a ‘Best Friend Handbook’, this would be it. It’s not that he was a bad friend, quite the contrary. Almost a decade of being friends would suggest otherwise. Give him playground troubles –he could deal with, give him school troubles and last minute assignments stress– he could deal with, give him late night calls to discuss anything and everything under the sun – he was your man. Throw love at him, and he was as good as a Lost Boy in Neverland.

“Tell me a story.” He turned to face you, his expression giving away the surprise he felt at your words. You hadn’t asked this from him in years, knowing very well that storytelling was not his forte. You found out this fault of his pretty early into your friendship, when your rambunctious twelve year old self decided to pester him for a story. He failed pretty miserably to meet your standards and since then you’ve decided to not ask him to make such a tremendous effort. To hear it come out of your mouth in such a pleading way befuddled him.

“I…uh, Y/N.” He couldn’t continue, the sight of your fresh tears pooling on your bottom lashes killed any complaints he may have had. “Right.” He glanced awkwardly around the room, spotting your desk chair not too far from where he was. Before he could grab it and settle in for a disastrous venture, your grip on his hoodie tightened and you pulled him in the opposite direction.

That is how he found himself halfway through a botched version of Sleeping Beauty with his body doing acrobatics he’d never thought himself capable of. Yet, the sight of your bent over form, your hands holding your sides as if you’d burst at the seams if you didn’t and the fresh tears caused by laughter – it made it all worth it. The notion of secondhand embarrassment didn’t matter to him, all that mattered was that you forgot about your troubles and replaced your tears of sorrow with tears of joy.

“No, no. Yoongi!” You chastised him as your laughter subsided. Reaching out for him you pulled him back on the bed, the contact of his frame onto the mattress making you bounce. Suppressing a chuckle he turned towards you, a wide gummy smile taking over his features and you felt your breath hitch and your heart rate speed up. Letting him go before he could feel how clammy your hands had become, you lay down on the bed taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. “That’s not how the story goes!” Once you felt a bit more control over your own feelings you turned your head towards him. At his incredulous look you let out another round of chuckles.

“You know I am not a good storyteller!” He huffed in annoyance, earning an amused look from you. He couldn’t help but stare at your face, your features enthralling to him; regardless of how disheveled your hair might have been or how splotchy your skin looked from crying. He wanted to memorise every little bit of you. The silence that fell over the two of you felt comfortable, your eyes locked onto each other, you let the calmness of the moment envelop you. This was your safe haven, these moments you got to spend with your best friend.

You reached out for him, his slumped form making it easy for you to pull him lying next to you onto the bed. Once you were certain he was comfortable, you shimmied your way flush against him, your head lying on his chest. Reaching out to play with the strings of his hoodie you yawned his rhythmic heartbeat a relaxing tune. “Tell me another story.”

You felt him protest before he voiced any complaints, the shift of his muscles underneath your head a telltale sign of his discomfort. “You know I am not good with stories.” It was on rare occasions that you heard him whine, however this once in a blue moon occurrence never failed to make your heart melt. “I can write poems, sure. Why do you never ask for a poem?” He threw his free hand in the air in mock desperation.

You burst out in laughter once more, burying your head into his shoulder in an attempt to stifle it. Absorbed in your amusement you completely missed the way Yoongi glanced down at you, as if you put the stars in the sky. In a way, you had. Ever since you became friends, you’d been a light in his life. Your infectious personality immediately drew him in, it didn’t take long for him to realise that he wanted to be part of your life forever. You were the only one he wanted by his side.

“No, no.” You shook your head, the loose strands tickling his chin. Sighing, you lifted your head up for a brief moment to glance at him. The sight of him, eyes closed, a small smile on his face filled your heart with a myriad of feelings you never thought you’d experience throughout the length of your friendship. “Tell me your story.” Yoongi raised his head up to glance down at you, the confusion clear on his face. Sighing, you let your head drop back down on his chest, resuming your finger drawing onto his hoodie.

“How would you tell your story if your story was a fairytale?” You clarified, your heart pounding in your chest. This was new uncharted territory for you, but the thrill of it made your stomach flutter.

All was quiet for a few moments, and you were prepared to repeat your question thinking he hadn’t understood you when he started talking. “Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a Prince.” He ignored your chuckles, choosing to focus on his fingers that wrapped themselves around strands of your hair. “Of course, the Prince is me.” He added confidently earning another round of laughter from you. “This Prince thought he had everything he wanted, what he didn’t realise was that he was missing a best friend.” His arm wrapped around your shoulders, the action bringing you closer to him. “But the fates were kind enough to the Prince and told him that he will be gifted a best friend. Under one condition.” He paused for effect and whether you’d admit it or not your breath hitched in your throat.

“He needed to give up any chance at love.” Yoongi carried on, a slither of sadness slipping into his words. The tears that just subsided threatened to escape the corner of your eyes. You didn’t speak, you didn’t think you could even if you tried. Instead you stayed silent hoping he’d continue. “The Prince immediately agreed, so desperate for a friend that he didn’t think anything of what he was signing himself up for. So, the fates brought someone for the Prince. It was an amazing experience, and the Prince made the most of the friendship, for years and years. Until one day, the Prince realised everyone around him was falling in love. Yet, he felt like he couldn’t afford the same luxury. So,” so enthralled with the story, you clung onto his hoodie making Yoongi smile, “after years of trying to find someone to fall in love with, he remembered the pact he made with the fates. He felt desolate, desperate. Why did everyone have love and he didn’t? For a while he even blamed his best friend.” At his words you gasped, a lone tear trailing down your face. Sniffling you hurriedly wiped it away.

Yoongi’s warm hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “ But what the Prince didn’t realise was that the fates had given him the opportunity to save himself. The fates were generous with the Prince, and the Prince was just too stupid to notice.” He chuckled lowly to himself. “He wasn’t falling in love with anyone, because he was already in love.” He chanced a glance at you, your wide eyes rivalling those of a doe.

“He had fallen in love with his best friend, his other half, the only person he’d ever wanted in his life. Seeing her happy was his sole purpose in life. He watched her grow, become the amazing human she is now, and he realised that he wanted to be the only one by her side.” He trailed off, the weight of his admittance finally hitting him. He’d done it. “As you guessed–, I am the Prince and you are my best friend.”

You needed to quickly find your voice to respond to him, you wanted to know the end of the story. You felt selfish, he had been the only one that addressed this, even though you were just as involved as he was. “And? How does the story end?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, the hopeful tone making Yoongi smile. He’s finally understood.

“And then I fell in love with my best friend, and we lived happily ever after.” Yoongi’s hand finally ended its decade-long search, his slender fingers finding the courage like the prince in his story did. Gently, as if even the littlest amount of pressure would cause you to retreat, the tips of his fingers ghosted over your wrist, tracing delicate patterns over the back of your hand. The butterflies in your stomach picked up the pace once more as a surge of bravery made you turn your hand around, completing his journey and interlinking your fingers. Daring to turn your head to look at him, you were certain the rosy blush you could see on his cheeks mirrored yours. Glancing at his lips you licked yours.

“Hey Yoongi.” You whispered, your head tilting up towards him. He hummed in response, his breath brushing over your moist lips. “All stories end with a kiss.” Pressing your lips to his you finally felt your fairytale come to an end. You smirked mischievously at him as you parted. He may have owned your heart, but he was still your best friend. And honesty was your code of honour.

“Just so you know. You’re still shit at telling stories.”

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Warmth

Jhope x fem! Reader

Hobi always felt cold. Even when he acted warm and happy in front of camera.  Until she entered his life. She showed him what warmth was. She was like a ray of sunshing in his never ending winter. Her love was like solar flairs.... making him feel warm and happy.  She was his safe heaven in his hectic life. His constant.  She was with him for every moment. Every happines, sadness he faced. She was there to heal his wounds when he was hurt. She was his muse ever since he met her. People may say that they were like puzzle pieces that fit together.. but its not. They have their edges.  But their love for each other softened those edges so that the other half wouldn't get hurt.

Hii babe, I have another little request if you’re taking them!

Could you write something Kimi Antonelli x fem!reader where she’s super stressed because she’s about to take her final exams (like the French bac) and she hasn’t started revising at all?? It’s literally in a month, and she feels completely overwhelmed and behind.Like she’s spiraling a bit, maybe crying over highlighters and making dramatic “I’m gonna fail” speeches while Kimi just tries to calm her down and support her. Maybe he helps her organize her revision or just stays with her through the stress, reminding her that she’s smart and capable even if she doesn’t feel like it.Basically soft academic panic + golden retriever boyfriend energy. Only if it inspires you of course!! But I’d love that dynamic.

𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 | kimi antonelli × fem!reader

summary | final exams in a month, panic sets in tears, chaos, and dramatic speeches. kimi stays, calms, organizes, and reminds: you're capable

warnings | gf!reader, academic stress, panic attack elements (crying, overwhelm), comfort, fluff, golden retriever boyfriend energy

word count | 1.5 k

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You're surrounded by highlighters. One is drying out on the edge of the bed without its cap, another is chewed between your fingers, and several more are scattered across the desk like witnesses to a crime.

Your notes are everywhere: some open on the floor, others crumpled, one pinned to the wall with washi tape like that’s going to help you absorb information through osmosis.

Your heart is pounding, your eyes are burning, and your thoughts are racing a mile a minute. You don’t even know where to start. You haven’t touched a single flashcard, haven’t opened the first topic, and the bac is in a month. One month. Thirty days. What can you do in thirty days? Go over the entire syllabus? Prepare text commentaries? Review philosophy, history, math? Sleep? No. Sleep is no longer an option.

You feel your throat burn. You're about to cry for the third time this afternoon—and it’s because of a damn dried-up highlighter.

And then, you hear the door open.

"Hey, amore..." says a familiar voice, soft, almost carefree.

Kimi walks in with a bag of croissants in one hand and his jacket slung over his shoulder. He has that smile he always wears when he sees you... but it fades the moment he takes in the disaster that is your room. And you.

"What happened here?"

You turn with a kind of hysterical laugh caught in your throat.

"What happened?" you repeat, your eyes wide. "Kimi, the bac is in a month! A month! And I haven’t started anything! I’m completely lost, I’m going to fail, my life is going to be ruined, I won’t get into university, and I’ll end up… I don’t know! Selling defective highlighters from a street stall while crying!"

You toss a tissue at your face and sigh. You're being dramatic you know it. But you're so overwhelmed you can’t help it. Everything feels too big, too hard, and you feel so, so small in front of it.

Kimi walks toward you carefully, like he’s afraid of spooking you.

"Are you crying because of…?"

"Yes, because of a highlighter!" you yell, pointing at the pastel yellow one that has tragically died on the floor. "It was dry and that was the last straw!"

He lets out a soft laugh and crouches beside you. With the kind of tenderness only he has, he runs a thumb over your damp cheek and wipes away the tear.

"At least you cry in style," he says, and you let out a choked laugh between sobs.

"Don’t make fun of me," you mumble, letting yourself fall against him. Your forehead rests against his chest, and you feel his arm wrap around you.

"I’d never do that. I'm here for this, right? To hold you while the world falls apart because of some exams."

He closes his eyes and rests his chin on your head. His voice, calm, steady, warm, filters through your chaotic thoughts like an anchor.

"You’re going to be okay. I promise. We’ll do this together, okay?"

You don’t say anything, but your hand clutches his shirt. Because even though everything in your head is spinning out of control... he always manages to stop the chaos, at least a little.

You don’t know how long you stay curled up against him. It could be minutes or an eternity. All you hear is his calm, steady breathing, like he’s trying to regulate yours with his. And in a way, it works. Your heart no longer beats with the same violence, and the tears though not completely gone have stopped flowing uncontrollably.

"Does your head hurt?" he asks quietly.

You nod, not lifting your face from his shirt. His hand moves gently across your back, drawing little circles that, for the first time in hours, make you feel like you’re not alone in this wreckage.

"Okay, listen," he says softly, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head. "I know it all feels like a giant mountain right now, but we can break it down. Step by step. Day by day. I’ll help you, amore. Want to start?"

"I don’t even know where…" you whisper, voice cracking.

"From the beginning. Tell me which subjects you need to prepare."

You take a breath, pull back slightly, and look at your desk in resignation.

"Literature, history, philosophy, english, geo, and math."

Kimi nods like it’s not a monstrous list.

"Perfect. Then we’re going to make a schedule. A real one. With breaks, time to breathe, and…" he reaches into the bag he left on the desk, "croissants as rewards."

You can’t help but laugh.

"You’re going to motivate me with pastries?"

"I’m going to motivate you with love and pastries. Which is objectively better than any educational system."

He hands you his phone, already open on a scheduling app. You look at it, surprised.

"You had this ready?"

"I know you, amore. I had a feeling."

You start dividing the days by subjects, assigning realistic study hours, leaving room for breaks, and marking small “rewards” at the end of each day. Kimi does it all with infinite patience, listening without judgment, suggesting instead of imposing.

"This is insane," you whisper at some point, watching the schedule take shape.

"No," he corrects you, taking your hand, "this is what you do when you decide to fight instead of give up. And you always fight even when you cry over highlighters."

You sigh. There’s still a pinch of anxiety in your chest, but it no longer fills the whole space. Because now he’s there, sharing it with you.

"What if I don’t make it? What if I run out of time?"

"Then we’ll improvise. Or you’ll do your best. Because you’re brilliant, even if you don’t feel like it today. I know that. And I’m not going anywhere. Even if you have to study twenty hours straight and yell at me because you don’t understand Rousseau."

You look at him. He has that soft, silly smile that always disarms you.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"Don’t thank me yet," he replies, standing up to grab your flashcards. "The battle against the note mountain hasn’t even started. But don’t worry. I brought reinforcements. And croissants."

You laugh. For the first time in days, you truly laugh.

And while he starts sorting your notebooks by color, as if that were a war tactic… you realize maybe you can do this.

Because you have Kimi. And with him, everything feels a little less impossible.

Days passed. Some were chaotic, full of tears, existential dread, and internal battles with the voice in your head telling you you wouldn’t make it. Others were miraculously productive, with full hours of focus, checkmarks on your calendar, and that almost-forgotten feeling of progress.

But the best part was that Kimi was there for all of it.

He became your official study partner. He sat beside you, even if he didn’t understand a single word of your philosophy texts. He read your outlines, quizzed you, and gave you a kiss every time you got one right. He learned how to pronounce Spinoza without laughing and ended up having opinions about Victor Hugo. More than once, you caught him doodling nonsense in the margins of your pages while you reviewed.

"Is this a philosophical pig?"

"No, it’s Descartes… in cochon mignon version," he replied seriously, like it made perfect sense.

And you laughed. You laughed so hard you forgot, for a second, all the stress.

That particular night, you were both lying on your bedroom floor. Your notes were stacked, and your head was resting on his lap. He was stroking your hair absentmindedly while you repeated phrases quietly.

"‘L’homme est condamné à être libre…’" you murmured.

"That guy sounds intense," he said, and you smiled.

"It’s Sartre."

"Couldn’t he just say ‘do what you want but take responsibility’?"

"Wouldn’t be existentialism if it were that easy to digest."

"Touché," he said, kissing your forehead.

You fall silent for a few seconds. Your eyes sting a little from exhaustion, and that familiar twinge of insecurity creeps in.

"Do you really think I can do this?"

Kimi stops stroking your hair and makes you look at him.

"Y/N… I don’t think. I know. You’re smart—smarter than you give yourself credit for. You’re scared, sure, but that doesn’t mean you’re not capable. Look at you: you’ve been fighting this for days, organizing, reviewing, moving forward. Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re scared. You keep going. And not everyone does that."

You feel a knot form in your throat. You’re not sure if it’s because of his words, his voice, or the way he looks at you like you're everything good in the world packed into one person.

"Can I give up for just a little bit?"

"You can give up for as long as you need," he whispers. "And I’ll stay with you until you’re ready to start again."

You wrap your arms around him tightly. And for a moment, between notes, highlighters, and philosophical theories, you feel safe.

And just a little bit braver.

The Damage You Caused - Max Verstappen

@downsideup1989 prompt request #18- "They were all so right about you." "Don't say that." "Hurts to hear the truth."

Summary: An explosive argument leads to emotions running high and Max saying something he doesn't mean. But can the damage be undone?

Side: Brother!Carlos

Word count: 2.3k

They'd been at it for nearly an hour, neither even remember how it started but it's since spiralled into something much more hurtful.

"If you would just listen-"

"No. I'm sick of listening. You've done nothing but bring me down in my life. Even now, you ruin everything for me." The words slice straight into y/n's stomach and tear up through her gut to her chest. She could be sick.

All she's ever tried to do is support Max.

Their relationship started all the way back in Toro Rosso when he was teammates with her brother Carlos. Both of them so young never actually expected the relationship to last so long, but it stood the test of time. Or it did till now.

"Ok." Y/n nods only managing to choke out that word before she leaves.

Not grabbing anything as she exits. Her phone and keys left behind in her bag and she leaves Max in such a shock over his own words as well as y/n's actions that he doesn't move to follow her.

By the time he goes after her, she's long since started running through the streets going to the only place she knows in Monaco that she can stay and not feel like such a burden.

Though she really should've picked up her bag before she left, because Carlos has no idea she's on her way and he might not even be in Monaco right now for all she knows.

Thankfully when she gets to his apartment the door opens reveal Rebecca who looks alarmed by y/n's appearance.

"Come in-Carlos!"

"What is-Y/n? What are you doing-Have you been crying?" Carlos frowns as Rebecca guides y/n inside and closes then door while y/n just falls onto her older brother hiccupping as he hugs her looking at Rebecca in confusion and mild distress. "Y/n?"

"It's over with Max." Y/n chokes out then hiccuping as she shifts back just enough for Carlos to look at her, wincing at the pain in her voice. "And I left everything there. I didn't even grab my bag with my phone-I would've called otherwise."

"What happened?" Carlos asks gently rubbing her back.

"I don't really want to-can I stay here? Just for a couple days then I'll go home."

"You can stay as long as you need."

"I'll go over to Max's and grab some of your stuff-Carlos, you can stay here and take care of y/n. Make her some of your pancakes. It's best if you don't try going over there and possibly fighting the man." Rebecca states knowing that Carlos can be very protective especially over y/n and has even given Max warnings in the past few months when y/n and Max hit their 8th anniversary.

But y/n needs her stuff, even if she can borrow things. Rebecca doesn't want to risk y/n going back and running into Max for something worse to happen.

"Pancakes sound really good right now." Y/n mumbles with a grateful smile to the model mouthing a thank you while Carlos agrees though he clearly wishes to be the one to see Max and smack sense into the Dutchman.

Rebecca leaves promising not to be long and Carlos sets y/n up at the kitchen island and begins making pancakes.

"He will find his brain and realise how stupid he is." Carlos states while y/n smiles sadly. "Pancakes will help. Especially my pancakes. This make everyone feel better."

"They really do."

-

Carlos sighs as y/n disappears into the guest room to go to bed, having an early night after her day which the latter half consisted of Carlos deciding to feed y/n into a coma.

"Did Max say anything?" Carlos asks finally asking his girlfriend the question that has been nipping at his mind for hours.

"He said it was a mistake and to tell her he's sorry." Rebecca sighs shaking her head. "Whatever he said or did, he knows it was wrong but I didn't want to make her feel worse by passing on the apology."

Carlos sighs shaking his head, he has never really had anything against Max dating y/n. In fact he always thought they paired well, whenever he warned Max of his behaviour he really just thought it was unnecessary but he needed to do it in a more playful way to remind max every one in a while.

"She wouldn't tell me anything."

"I'm sure they'll work it out." Rebecca smiles lightly then leaning over and kissing him. "You did your job of being a good big brother and taking care of her like she needed."

When morning rolls around, y/n seems to stay camped out in the guest room while Carlos answers the door to a boquet of flowers.

"Are they for me?" Carlos jokes to the delivery guy who very obviously fakes a laugh at the joke he hears too often from people who definitely aren't the recipients.

"Y/n Sainz?"

"She's still asleep but we can take them. I know who they're from." Carlos smiles before he sighs and takes the bouquet and carries it inside finding Rebecca sigh at the sight.

"Is there a note?"

Y/n appears seeming to have overheard the exchange and knowing what's awaiting her. She picks the note from the bouquet before scoffing and taking the flowers from Carlos as she shakes her head while the couple remain silent watching her open the bin and drop them into it.

"I'm going to shower then just get some fresh air. Might grab something to eat." Y/n states making the two nod, Rebecca shooting her a smile.

In truth, y/n looks rough. Her eyes are puffy and look sore, her cheeks of visibly stick and raw from tears, she's clearly trying to put on a front to recover some pride.

A shower does revive her a little but there's no denying whatever Max said has taken some light from her eyes.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Carlos offers not really sure leaving y/n to go on a walk alone is a good idea.

"I'll keep my location on, if I'm gone for more than an hour you have my permission to stalk me and bring me back." Y/n promises shaking her phone but she doesn't get to leave without a hug from each of them.

-

It took another week of flowers for y/n to finally decide she had to get out of Monaco, so she went back home to their parents who welcomed her home with plenty of comfort food and promised to keep Carlos updated on her condition.

She did really fall apart when she got home, not being able to be quite as strong once Carlos Sr held her in a hug. It was like the dam of emotion was knocked down and he ended up with a wet shirt from the amount of tears that fell.

Y/n had thought she'd marry Max and that they'd be together forever.

It was only a day after she returned home that Max showed up at Carlos' door.

"She's not here. You just missed her actually, she's at home." Carlos states then looking at the Dutchman who looks like he hasn't slept the whole week y/n has been gone, in fact he looks gaunt. "Whatever you did. An apology isn't enough and flowers really aren't enough."

Max's head has been an echo chamber of his own words and hearing someone else say what he's doing won't be enough. He's really struggling with it.

"Are you ok?" Rebecca asks noticing Max rub his palms on his jeans.

"Yeah, thanks for letting me know. I'll stop with the flowers." Max mumbles before taking off.

Max gets himself over to the Sainz' family estate within a matter hours, really proving that having a private jet pays off in more ways than he anticipated.

"No. You are not coming in. You cause the damage and we fix it, you do not get to come make things worse." Carlos Sr frowns refusing to let Max past the threshold, unlike his son he has no intention of going soft on Max.

"Please. I know I was wrong-I knew the moment I said it." Max states desperate to speak to the young woman as he sees her at the top of the stairway. "Y/n please!"

"Papa, it's ok. I will speak to him-alone." Y/n sighs really just not wanting to stress her dad out as she steps down the stairs, arms wrapped around herself as she steps towards the doorway, earning a kiss on the forehead from the older man before he shoots a glare at Max then walks inside while she steps out and closes the door just to reduce the chances of being eavesdropped on.

They both observe each other. Max in unwashed clothes, looking just as gaunt as he had when he left Carlos' apartment.

Y/n on the other hand, she was instructed to shower and has been fed to the point of bursting but she still looks hollowed out a little. He can see what he did.

"I don't know why I said what I say. It wasn't true. Any of it." Max states biting his lip. "Please don't hate me, y/n. I know you have every right to hate me and want me to leave you alone, but what I said wasn't true and you need to hear directly from me that that's how it is. And I should've came after you the moment you left-I never should've let you get as far as leaving."

Y/n has heard Max talk for hours, in fact one of the things she loves to do is listen to him talk. But this time she wants him to stop, she doesn't want to hear the pain he's in from his own words and how they hurt her.

"They were all so right about you." Y/n whispers making Max look at her utterly devastated. Knowing she's talking about the people who have torn into Max's character time and time again, the people who made comments about how y/n was too good for him. That she shouldn't be with him and how she needed someone who would treat her correctly.

"Don't say that." Max chokes out as tears well up in her eyes.

"Hurts to hear the truth. Because that's what you did to me. You can tell me there wasn't any truth but those thoughts had to come from somewhere unless you were just thinking of nasty to say that was a lie just with the intention of hurting me which is possibly even worse." Y/n states nearly void of emotion but her voice prickles with her heart break.

"It wasn't true. I was-I don't even know what I was thinking when I said that. But please give me another chance."

"This is the damage you caused, Max." Y/n swallows keeping her gaze trained downwards.

"I can fix it."

Y/n finally drags her gaze up to meet his own and sighs making him deflate as he realises he might've really lost the love of his life because of his own doing.

"Give me time. I'll find you when I'm ready to talk." Y/n states then she moves to the door and steps back inside leaving him there as the door clicks closed.

-

Max knew it was a waiting game and the longer he waited the more his chances dwindled. He was restless, waiting for the inevitable.

But after 2 weeks of torture.

Y/n called asking to meet him in Monaco at a dock where his yacht sits.

Probably a neutral spot where she get leave quickly once she tells him that he did too much and it's unforgivable.

When he sees her, she does look much improved than the last time they saw each other. An improvement he hasn't had, in fact he's sure he looks significantly worse from neglecting himself in the past few weeks.

"Hi, Max." Y/n smiles lightly while he manages a very weak smile. "I don't want to drag this out."

"Please don't go." Max whispers, voice almost unrecognisable.

"I'm not going anywhere." Y/n sighs then taking his hand into her own. "I really didn't think I'd come back to you. But then I heard my parents arguing and I remembered that they actually have had some pretty bad arguments and they never just left because one of them took something too far one time. But...Max, I can deal with arguments. Not nastiness. If you say something like that again then I'm out. I'm not going to let myself be treated like that again."

"Never again. I promise. I promise. Really I promise. never again. It should've never happened in the first place. I will never ruin things again. Because it was only me ruining things and I know that. I was trying to shift blame and that wasn't right or fair and you deserved better." Max promises with a wave of relief that nearly drowns him like he's fallen off the dock and into the water below.

"Let's get home then. I've missed you and the cats so much." Y/n smiles while Max laughs softly shooting forward and kissing her multiple times.

"We've all missed you a lot too." Max laughs with a grin he can't seem to wipe off his face.

A TALE OF FAME

pairing ꪆৎ charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

chapter ꪆৎ 1

summary ꪆৎ she's everything, and he just drives.

note ꪆৎ no hate to any characters used in the story, none of what i write reflects on how they actually are. all my love, happy reading.

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Ahaana Patel was an enigma wrapped in stardom. She’d emerged onto the Bollywood scene with a debut that was nothing short of explosive, pro shaking up the industry and catapulting herself into the hearts of millions. She featured in a movie of one of the most celebrated Indian directors, Karan Johar, alongside her costars Varun Dhawan and Sidharth Malhotra, and hasn't looked back since. It was a journey no one, least of all her academically fixated parents in Ahmedabad, could have foreseen. From their meticulously structured plans of engineering degrees and Ivy League aspirations to the glitzy chaos of movie premieres and magazine covers, her story was the epitome of unpredictability.

Now, twelve years later, Ahaana strode confidently through the paddock of the Chinese Formula One Grand Prix. Her steps were light, but her presence was impossible to ignore. The roar of engines, the sharp tang of gasoline, and the relentless buzz of the crowd enveloped her in a world she had come to know well over the years.

Dressed in attire that matched the casual coolness of the paddock air, a fitted white top and denim skirt. Her hair, perfectly styled despite the chaos of travel, swayed gently as she moved, her signature smile lighting up the faces of everyone she passed.

The first race of the 2024 season was underway, and the paddock was a symphony of excitement. Engineers tinkered with machines that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime, journalists scrambled for the perfect soundbite, and VIP guests mingled in their designer ensembles, trying to look like they belonged. Ahaana, however, didn’t need to try—she was a natural here.

“Ahi!”

The familiar Dutch accent cut through the cacophony, and Ahaana turned, her eyes narrowing playfully as Max Verstappen approached. Helmet in hand, the reigning world champion exuded confidence. His movements were deliberate, his gaze sharp, but the moment he saw Ahaana, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“Max,” she greeted, her voice laced with mock seriousness. “Are you ready to win, or should I start drafting my consolation speech now?”

Max rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your faith in me is touching. Truly inspiring. Maybe you should stick to Bollywood instead of doubting world champions.”

“And miss this circus?” Ahaana gestured grandly at the bustling paddock around them. “Not a chance.”

Their bond was one of playful banter and unspoken trust, forged in the early days of her association with Red Bull. At first, their interactions had been fraught with the awkwardness of two young professionals forced into photoshoots and promotional events. But as time passed, they found common ground in their shared struggles—both carried the weight of their fathers’ expectations and both were determined to carve their own paths. What began as reluctant camaraderie soon blossomed into a sibling-like relationship. Max truly saw Ahaana as a little sister, and always would.

“Where’s Kelly?” Ahaana asked, scanning the crowd for Max’s girlfriend.

“She’s around,” Max replied, shrugging. “Probably hunting you down.”

As if on cue, Kelly Piquet appeared, her presence as radiant as ever. Spotting Ahaana, she broke into a wide grin and pulled her into a warm hug. “Ahaana! I didn’t know you were coming today. Otherwise, I’d have brought P—she misses you.”

Ahaana beamed. “I miss her too. We’re calling her as soon as these boys start driving their toy cars.”

“Toy cars?” Max echoed, feigning offense.

Before Ahaana could retort, another familiar voice joined the fray.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Red Bull’s golden girl.”

Ahaana turned to see Lando Norris, the ever-charming McLaren driver, strolling toward them. His grin was as cheeky as ever, his orange, oh sorry papaya, jacket standing out starkly against the sea of Red Bull merch.

“Lando,” Ahaana greeted with mock disdain. “Lost your way from all the oranges. Here let me show you, its that garage with a mark that looks like a disfigured comma.”

“It’s papaya and you know it. You’re obsessed with me , aren’t you?” Lando shot back, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Admit it—you came all the way here just to see me.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Couldn’t resist the charm of McLaren’s poster boy.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t deal with both of you.”

The banter continued until race preparations called for Max and Lando’s attention. Kelly and Ahaana waved them off, heading toward the lounge.

The race was a spectacle, with Max clinching victory and Lando following closely behind in P2. The podium celebrations were a blur of champagne showers and roaring applause, but the real festivities began that evening.

The group—Max, Kelly, Lando, Carlos Sainz, Rebecca, Carlos’s girlfriend, and Ahaana—found themselves in a luxurious nightclub, the VIP section buzzing with energy. Neon lights danced across the room, the bass of the music reverberating through their bodies.

“Did you hear?” Rebecca leaned closer to Kelly and Ahaana, her voice conspiratorial. “Apparently, Alex cheated on Charles.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking!”

Ahaana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How do you know?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Word travels fast in the paddock. Apparently, Charles tried to break up with her, but she keeps avoiding the conversation.”

“Classic denial,” Ahaana remarked, sipping her drink.

Kelly shook her head. “Why doesn’t he just cut her off?”

“He wants a clean break,” Rebecca explained. “But Alex is… persistent.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the night wore on. Lando, ever the photographer, took candid shots of the group, earning playful protests from his friends.

By 3 A.M., the nightclub was still alive with energy, but Ahaana needed a breather. She stepped out onto a balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat inside. The city lights stretched out before her, their glow reflected in the glass of the towering buildings.

She wasn’t alone for long.

“Hey, Ferrari,” she said, spotting Charles Leclerc leaning against the railing, a glass of whiskey in hand.

Charles glanced at her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” Ahaana replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “But you looked like you could use some company.”

Charles chuckled softly, though the melancholy in his eyes remained. “Maybe I do.”

Ahaana joined him at the railing, their gazes fixed on the cityscape. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence between them comfortable.

“Rough night?” Ahaana asked eventually.

Charles hesitated before nodding. “Something like that.”

Ahaana studied him, her expression thoughtful. “You know, brooding doesn’t suit you. You should try smiling—it might just solve all your problems.”

Charles couldn’t help but smile, albeit faintly. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone light. “But if you’re not ready to smile yet, I’ll settle for a drink.”

Charles handed her his glass without a word. She accepted it, taking a small sip before handing it back.

“Not bad,” she remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Charles looked at her, truly looked at her for the first time. The neon lights from the club painted her features in hues of pink and blue, her hair catching the faint breeze. There was something about her—an effortless charm, a warmth that drew people in.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“Ahaana,” she replied, extending a hand.

Charles took it, his grip firm but gentle. “Charles.”

“I know,” Ahaana said with a grin. “You ready to party now, Red?”

Charles chuckled, a genuine laugh this time, and downed the rest of his drink. “Lead the way.”

And just like that, the night took on a new energy, two strangers finding unexpected companionship amidst the chaos of flashing lights and thundering music.

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Killing Me Softly - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Y/n has the baby blues and Charles isn't there when y/n needs him.

Note: you guys asked for more Charles…shit able angsty

Word count: 1.4k

Charles never would've left y/n on her own of his own choice, but F1 demands his presence and he had tried to get y/n to accept help from his mum and brothers with them being so close by but y/n had wanted to spend a couple weeks just adjusting to the life without any help.

He felt like it was more to prove to herself that she could do it because she'd need to do it without him more often than not and she just needs to deal with it.

Every time he's called and check on her she seemed maybe a little lonely and tired but it wasn't anything to worry about. But it's coming home that he hears Camille screaming and y/n curled up against the far wall staring with a vacant expression, streams of tear tracks down her cheeks, at the baby who seems to be just bundled on the floor.

"Amour?-Amour? Are you ok?" Charles asks picking up Camille from the floor and trying to soothe her while also getting closer to y/n who snaps out of the daze and practically jumps away. "Y/n?"

"I can't do it. I don't how to do this." Y/n whispers shaking her head while Charles frowns. "I'm gonna hurt her or something."

Charles genuinely has no idea what is happening, had y/n hurt Camille while he was gone? Camille had calmed down since being picked up and held but it's hard to tell if she's hurt or just distressed.

Probably hungry.

Charles feels an internal war of whether to prioritise y/n or Camille but eventually decides to give Camille a bottle and manages to put her down in her crib before he returns to y/n who hasn't moved other than hiding her face in her knees.

"Amour." Charles sighs scooping her up and lifting her to sit on the sofa with him. "Y/n, please tell me what's wrong. I want to make everything ok and whatever it is, we can fix it."

"I was fine. Everything-it was fine. But then she started crying and I couldn't figure it out. It was just like she didn't want me and then I realised I have no idea what I'm doing, I don't know how to make her feel better. I don't know what different cries mean and I'm trying so hard-I'm really trying so hard." Y/n hiccups clearly exhausted and in desperate need of just being taken care of.

Charles almost asks her what she wants but then he decides that she's just going to have to deal with him taking charge.

Thankfully she's in no state to fight him so instead she lets him undress her and run a bath for her, him sitting on the outside as she watches him looking more and more tired as time passes.

"I love you, mon amour. It will be ok, you are just tired and worried, it's completely normal and I'm going to make sure you're ok." Charles states making her nod a little showing that she is there, she's conscious and not lost in her own head.

-

Charles was torn, he has heard time and time again that the last thing a man should do is resort to his mother to help them take care of their child but he didn't know who else to resort to and he had a plan that he thought might be better.

"She's sleeping." Charles explains to Pascale as she arrives.

"You focus on the baby, I will take care of y/n." Pascale smiles patting his back. "First you need to eat and I will make some food for y/n ready for when she wakes up."

What y/n needs someone who really knows how to take care of someone in distress and while Charles wants to be that person, he knows that he won't do the best job and asking his mother for help will hopefully be better for everyone and it's not as if Charles is wiping his hands of his girlfriend.

Charles eats and then he makes sure Camille is fed before deciding to take the baby out for a walk and when he returns, y/n is still very much asleep with Pascale deciding to check on her every half hour.

And y/n sleeps for 16 hours, even sleeping through the night with Charles there with her and then he wakes up and continues doing everything to try and make everything as easy as possible when she does wake up.

Eventually she rises and Pascale wastes no time fussing over her, which Charles watches with obvious concern, not wanting his mum to cause any further upset.

"Maybe I could come with you to the doctor and we talk with her about what help we can get you?-I'm sure it's just the first few weeks, I was the same with Charles. But Hervé didn't need to leave for work." Pascale states making y/n nod a little with a genuinely grateful smile as she nods, tears gathering in her eyes which makes Charles move over to her and just wrapping his arm around her.

"The doctor said these things can happen. We just need to find something that works for us-for you." Charles smiles then making her nod before she hiccups as more tears pool.

"I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for. I love you, Camille loves you and we all adore you. I'll remind you every day, ok?"

"Ok." Y/n hiccups trying to calm herself down again. "I love you too-and Camille, and you, Pascale. Thank you so much, I promise we are going to get you on holiday to a spa."

"We can both go to the spa." Pascale smiles moving around to hug the young woman. "You are doing amazing."

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Y/n and the doctors made a plan for how to handle and manage her mental health and when she got home all y/n wanted to do was hold Camille.

So that's what she's done, she's held the baby who seems to just be relieved to have her mother back. Charles was great, but even doctor's acknowledge the bond between a mother and her baby is going to bring more comfort.

"I'll leave the three of you to it, but I'm a phone call away and I'll make sure I come back and check on her when you have to leave. But the three of you need time without anyone else here." Pascale whispers with a smile as she catches Charles' attention from the picture in front of them.

Y/n is whispering to Camille and speaking quietly to the baby.

"Thank you for helping."

"Any time. You are still babies to me." Pascale smiles then kissing his cheek and leaving making Charles sigh and move to sit with y/n.

"Do you think Fred would forgive me if I quit just to stay here with the two of you?" Charles asks earning a small smile. "You know I am so amazed by you."

Y/n smiles at him feeling her lower lip tremble as she tries not to let the tears slip out.

"I hope Camille gets your strength rather than mine." Charles states as y/n leans over and rests against him.

"You're strong, Charles. You came back here and picked me up, you knew exactly what to do to fix this." Y/n sighs softly while smiling as Camille just shifts. "I didn't realise how hard it was going to be...even with the warnings. I just felt like I was going to hurt her and when she wouldn't stop crying it just felt like I wasn't really here till you came home."

They still don't really know how long y/n had disassociated with Camille on the floor, it couldn't have been that long since she didn't need changing and she wasn't cold or showing any sighs of actual neglect. She was just crying.

"You don't have to know it all, amour. I'm still figuring it out too." Charles smiles then sighing. "All that matters is that no one is hurt and you aren't going to hurt her. You are doing perfect and even if you weren't. That doesn't make you a bad mum anymore than it makes me a bad dad."

"I don't know how other women do this with multiple kids."

"We don't have to think about that. We just focus on now and if Camille is all the only kid we have then she is more than enough anyway." Charles assures y/n not wanting to make her feel any pressure thinking about later.

"We'll figure it out." Y/n confirms definitely more for herself but she also just needed to hear herself say it.