Im SURE Anakin Likes To Be Hugged, And I Would Love To Hug Him.

I just love the scenery of you and Anakin holding hands, like after a long time without seeing each other, you can't wait to go to a private place and touch his hand slyly you feel euphoric.

Retirement and a Failed Proposal

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✯ pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

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She and Seb had a history—complicated, very complicated. Both now retired drivers, both multiple-time world champions, both stubborn, both competitive, both once lovers, both once rivals, both once acquaintances, and both lovers once again. She had just retired, and it was that, the culmination of her F1 career, that almost signified the end of her dispute with Seb. And she hadn't forgotten him, at all. And he hadn't forgotten her, at all. He was two years retired by now. It was picking things up from the sparks, not the ashes. 

The stars above seemed impossibly bright, their reflection shimmering across the gentle waves of the Mediterranean. The sailboat rocked softly beneath you, a quiet rhythm to the vast stillness around. She was leaned back against Seb’s chest, his arms loosely wrapped around her as the two of them sat on the deck.

It had been a peaceful evening, just the two of them, reminiscing and sharing moments that felt suspended in time. His presence was so natural, as if those years of tension, heartbreak, and rivalry had never been.

Sebastian shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You know,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant, “these past few months have felt… different. Like I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

She smiled softly, turning her head to look at him. “You’re not too bad for a washed-up driver,” she teased, earning a quiet laugh from him.

But then his expression changed, the humor fading into something more serious, more intense. “I mean it,” he said, his eyes locked onto hers. “For years, I tried to move on, to convince myself that I didn’t miss you, that I didn’t need you. And then you retired, and it felt like the universe was giving us another chance. And now, I don’t want to waste it.”

She blinked, her heart skipping as he gently untangled himself from she and reached into his pocket.

“Seb…” she started, but the words caught in her throat as he pulled out a small velvet box.

He opened it, revealing a simple yet stunning ring that glinted under the starlight.

“I know this might seem fast,” he said, his voice steady despite the flicker of nervousness in his eyes. “But I’ve known for a long time what I want. It’s you. It’s always been you. Will you marry me?”

For a moment, she just stared at him, her mind racing. The love she felt for him was undeniable, and being with him again felt like coming home, the home she's been away from for too long. But it had only been three months since they’d reconnected, since you’d started to rebuild something from the sparks that had never really died.

“Seb,” she said softly, her hands reaching for his. “I… I love you. I love she so much. But this feels rushed. It’s been three months. We’re still finding our footing again.”

His expression faltered slightly, but he nodded, listening intently.

“I want to be with you,” she continued, “but we’ve been through so much. I don’t want to jump into something this big without being sure we’re ready. We owe it to ourselves to do this right.”

Seb exhaled slowly, a small, understanding smile tugging at his lips. He closed the box and set it aside, taking her hands in his.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “I got ahead of myself. It’s just… being with you again feels so right, so easy, and I didn’t want to lose that.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” she assured him, squeezing his hands. “We have time, Seb. Let’s take it.”

He nodded, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers. “Okay. No pressure, no rushing. Just us.”

“Just us,” she repeated, a smile breaking through.

The stars continued to shine above, the sea calm beneath, and as Seb pulled her into a warm embrace, she felt the weight of the moment lift. The ring could wait; her love wasn’t going anywhere.

Seb pulled her closer, resting his chin atop her head as the two of she sat in the embrace of the quiet night. His arms wrapped securely around you, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool sea breeze.

After a moment of silence, his voice broke through, low and teasing. “Alright, no wedding yet. But… what about a child?”

She tilted her head back to look at him, narrowing her eyes. His lips were curved into that familiar, mischievous grin that always made her heart flutter, even when she wanted to roll her eyes.

“Sebastian,” she said, a warning laced in her tone, though her lips twitched with amusement.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence, his grin widening. “I mean, if marriage is too rushed, surely we could—”

She cut him off with a soft nudge to his side, eliciting a laugh from him.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“But you love me,” he shot back, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

She let out a small huff, her mock exasperation melting into a soft smile. “Yes, I do. But don’t push your luck, Vettel.”

Seb chuckled, pulling her closer again. “Fine, fine. No babies, no weddings. Just us.”

“Exactly,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “Just us. For now.”

His arms tightened around her as the sailboat swayed gently, the night wrapping around the two of them like a cocoon. And at that moment, with the stars above and the calm sea below, it felt like enough.

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✯ authors note: This is my very first fic!!! English is not my first language and the story is a lil corny, I know. I hope you liked it <333

don't worry about posting vee! I have the same problem (a lot of thing happening in life plus writing in Spanish ans rewriting in english) Im curious, do you have a writing routine? 🤍

Hi and thank you so much for understanding!

And yes, I do have a writing routine as it isn’t only the best for me and my pretty busy life (uni, work and also some other classes and having a social life), but also because I really wanted to write more this 2025!

If you wanna know it detailed, here it is! Also, if you have some questions about it, or you want me to post more about this, or even some advice (i'm not an expert), just tell me :)

‧ First of all, I try writing daily at least 1k words a day. This is not always possible, but my intention is what actually counts. ‧ My writing time is during the mornings (if i have them free), after lunch time and also, at night. ‧ Before writing, I spend time doing a detailed planning of everything i'm going to write. This might seem stupid, but for me is so useful since I don't have to stop and think if I get blank at some point (even I change certain details while writing). ‧ From Monday to Thursday I write series chapters, while from Friday to Sunday I write one shots/individual fics. ‧ Also, I use weekends to do a detailed planning on all my series as I have many of them, and all of them are settled in the two different Formula 1 universes created by me and some of my fellow F1 writers friends. ‧ And don't forget all the time I spend correcting my fics after writing them in Spanish, and then translating in English and doing corrections! ‧ Last, but not least, I also publish on Wattpad, so I have to promote my fics on social media, specially TikTok and soon, on Instagram too! I have to make content to post, as well as covers, gifs and every single piece of media for my readers, if I have some of them, to like the story better)

Overall, writing takes me too much time so I hope you understand if sometimes I can't post! However, I'm absolutely grateful because all of this is so worth it since lots of you seem to love my fics <3

Could you write something for cl16 where it’s Halloween and they do Gomez and morticia couples costumes. Love your work

CL16 — death and kisses

ty so much for the resqust! sorry if I made any mistake, english is not my first language

You were sitting on your desk trying to make the best smoky eye of your life, already dressed with your long black dress you were feeling kinda nervous. The high heels, the party, and being there with Charles.

It hadn't been long since you two started dating. And this type of thing was kind of a new experience.

“ Mon cœuer! Are you ready ” Charles exclaimed from the bathroom. He opened the door with his suit and sword posing “ Because I am ”

You laughed watching him by the mirror.

“ Well, look at you. Very very charming, Charles ” You smiled trying to not move too much. Your boyfriend got close to you with slow steps, staying at your side. He didn't say anything and you stared at the mirror. “What? Something is wrong?

Charles denied it with his head.

“ You look delightful dear ” You tried to hide the pink in your cheeks at his words. Charles couldn't stop watching your face and you, all of you. His heart started racing and he was hoping all the time that you could know how he felt about you. “ One day you’re going to kill me, mon cœur”

You smiled at him, putting down the brush.

“ Oh, really? ”

Charles returned the smile sitting with you.

“ It would be my pleasure to die for you, dear” He murmured against your lips. It took you a moment to crash their lips together in a slow kiss, Charles He slid his hand down your bare back until he reached your waist.

“ Your acting is very good, love” you said when the kiss broke with your breaths mixing.

“ There is no acting, everything is about you”

Smooth Operator (Carlos Sainz x Reader)

Summary- In a world where soulmates exist. Some people can hear a song when their close to their soulmate, the volume depends on how far or close to them you are. Carlos was sure his song was smooth operator, so why hasn't he found his soulmate yet.

People would spend their whole life hoping to meeting their soulmate. Some would meet them as entered any stage of schooling or some would run into them suddenly but the worst were those that spent their life preening their ears for the soft melody of their soulmate song. You never knew what the song was, it could be a song that actually existed or just a mash of musical notes that described the two people involved but there was one thing Carlos was sure of; smooth operator was his soulmate song and yet his love life was anything but smooth operation.

He had heard stories of how loud and melodious the music was when his mother entered his father's life, his sister's recounted time when they met their soulmate. Carlos was getting antsy. Until one day, during a race weekend, he had grown tired of the tune of smooth operator which he could hear playing faintly as he walked in to the paddock with Lando. "ugh, that stupid song" Carlos muttered. "What song?" Lando asked confused. "Smooth Operator" Carlos stated. Lando looked confused, "I hear nothing" Lando stated. Carlos's eyes widened trying to figure out where he should move to find his soulmate. In the frantic few minutes of Carlos running around the paddock like a headless chicken with a confused Lando calling out to him; the melody stopped just as it had started.

Y/N never thought she would find her soulmate, she was above the natural age most of her relatives and family had met theirs and she had given up hope on ever meeting hers. She was in a small store near an F1 race when she heard the faint sound of smooth operator playing. She chalked it down to it being played at the race because it was a running gag with Carlos, her favourite Formula One driver. Y/N wasn't able to secure tickets to the race and just enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the race from the entrance, retreating to her hotel to try and enjoy a F1 free vacation.

Carlos waited days and months to be able to hear the song again, but with all the travelling it wouldn't have been possible. He just wished he had tried harder and maybe than he would've met his soulmate by now. His spirit was wounded to say the least.

Carlos then proceeded to hear smooth operator a few more times, but the melody was so faint that anyone would've missed it. His ears had started to pick up on the song whether it was being played or not.

Y/N finally got tickets to a F1 race. She used to watch the races with her siblings and being able to experience it with them was a dream come true for her. They had packed their bag and headed off to Spain. Ever since she had landed, she could hear the faint buzzing of smooth operator. She chalked it up to being obsessed with Carlos that, that was she was hearing it. She had made beaded bracelets for him and her siblings had made posters for the track side. It was Carlos's home race and she was so excited to be able to see him race in his home turf. As she had only gotten tickets for the race day, she spent the rest of her time in Barcelona with Smooth Operator playing. She thought it was probably the song currently stuck in her head. A thought did cross her mind; what if it was her soulmate song, but quickly pushed it off since the volume didn't seem to increase of decrease constantly.

Carlos was on edge, he could hear the song playing over and over again, the melody taunting him. The volume had increased on Friday but had remained constant the whole weekend, making it difficult to communicate with his race engineer. This was really throwing his mind off track since he couldn't focus on anything but the thought of his soulmate being so close yet so far away.

It was race day and both Carlos and Y/N were getting ready for the day. Y/N held all the bracelets she made for the drivers and fellow fans in hand as she distributed it to her fellow 55ers. She hoped to meet Carlos as he drove in. A little while after she had gotten on the track, the volume of the song playing in her ears had increased. Was she about to meet her soulmate? was all she could think about as the volume kept increasing. Y/N kept an eye out for anyone, in hopes that maybe, just maybe. She felt stupid for hoping when never thought she'd meet her soulmate.

As Carlos's car halted to a stop in the parking lot, the song had gotten quite loud, loud enough to make it difficult to focus. Carlos was extremely excited by it. He hopped out of the car and started scanning the area for his soulmate. He walked around for a bit before proceeding to the fans when he felt like he would go deaf with how loudly the song was blaring. He looked around for anyone who was also being affected by it. And than he saw it. A girl who's eyes were frantically scanning the area. Carlos stumbled forward to stand in front of her and as their eyes met, they knew since the song suddenly stopped, like the whole world stopped. Y/N slipped a bracelet into his palm while Carlos tried to walk away, not to cause a big scene. Y/N pulled her siblings aside and told them what had just happened and they couldn't stop jumping in excitement.

He asked his cousin to help get the girl into the garage. His cousin was quick to get her and her siblings in. Y/N was anxious and worried and excited. She couldn't believe Carlos was her soulmate. What good karma had she acquired to have him as her soulmate, she wondered.

Y/N was ushered into the garage, Carlos was seen waiting, his hair a mess from running his hands through it so many times. The pair stood in front of each other, "Carlos" she whispered and Carlos took her in. Dressed in his colours with his number on her cap and looked at the bracelet in his hand which read, idc ur my soulmate. It was supposed to be a joke, but right now neither of them were laughing. "Not fair you know my name" Carlos spoke, breaking the silence. "Y/N" she laughed. "Can't believe it" she said turning around to stop herself from fan girling. "You better believe it because I'm here to stay" he stated. She turned around to look at him once more, taking him in, not Carlos Sainz Jr, Formula One driver but Carlos Sainz, her soulmate. "That bracelet was supposed to be a joke" she stated as she saw him put it on. "And now it will be something I will wear forever" Carlos said, kissing the bracelet on his hand. "I never thought I would meet my soulmate but it was totally worth the wait" she smiled at him with tears in her eyes. "I always knew I would meet you and I'm glad I didn't lose hope" he smiled back, wrapping her in his embrace. The pair stood there for a while before breaking away, "Gonna have to win the race to show you how good I am" Carlos said. "I know how good you are but a race win doesn't sound bad" she replied.

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10. Alguno se enferma

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Naeve camino de manera sigilosa por los pasillos iluminados por velas, entre sus brazos una pequeña bola de pelos se asomaba aunque sus ojos lastimados no le permitían ver mucho estaba tan agotado que no podía defenderse. Lo último que quería la joven era lastimarlo. Entró a su habitación en silencio esperando que nadie estuviera adentro. 

La bolita de pelos hizo un pequeño maullido. 

—Shh, prometo limpiarte y curarte, solo espera un poco—susurro Naeve hacia el bollo que cargaba. 

—¿Con quién hablas?—una voz hizo que la joven se congelara, su esposo, la persona que menos quería ver en esta situación.

—Estaba hablando sola—respondió Naeve sin darse la vuelta, e intentó distraer al pelinegro—¿Cómo te fue hoy? ¿Hiciste algo interesante?

Kylo se dirigio hacia el sofá de la habitación, los pasos pausados hicieron que quisiera salir corriendo. Estaba segura que si su esposo descubria que había traido un pequeño animalito, sucio y lastimado lo mandaría directo con los curanderos y ella nunca lo volvería a ver. 

—Solo estuve entrenando, fue un día muy caluroso y los chicos estaban muy vagos, realmente me agotan cuando toma esa actitud—contó Kylo sacándose las botas—Por cierto, ¿que tienes en los brazos? 

Naeve se dio la vuelta y con una sonrisa. 

—¿Esto? Es una manta. Justo estaba por mandarla a lavar—explicó mostrando una punta, su habitación era una zona insegura para el gato, por lo que decidió que lo mejor era dejar al minino en el baño de invitados y de paso ir a buscar los elementos necesarios para limpiarlo y curarlo.  

—Naeve, ¿que está bajo la manta? 

Kylo detuvo a la joven, agarrándola por la muñeca quien bufo. 

—¿No puedes al menos fingir que no te das cuenta de algo? 

Kylo se paró y cruzó los brazos. 

—No, no puedo fingir cuando se que algo está mal y menos si se trata de ti—Naeve frunció el ceño—¿Es un animal? ¿Te ha lastimado?

Kylo intentó tocar el bollo temblando en sus brazos pero Naeve se alejó. 

—No hay nada mal conmigo, tampoco estoy lastimada—camino hacia el baño privado y cerró la puerta con su pie, sin embargo el pelinegro ni siquiera dejó que la puerta golpeara e interrumpio en el baño. Apoyo el bollo en el piso y desenvolvio las mantas, el mínino estaba temblando y también sus ojos llorosos lastimados estaban cristalizados. A Naeve se le rompió el corazón. 

—Amor, si está lastimado es mejor que lo lleves… 

—Kylo, si pretendes que devuelva este gato sin estar antes sano, te recomiendo salir de la habitación antes de que me enoje en serio—por los siguientes minuto solo se escucho el agua que corría en la bañera, los quejido del gatito que con un paño húmedo Naeve intentaba limpiar y los consuelos de la joven.

—Ya, ya. No te preocupes, pequeñín. Te cuidare. 

Cuando el baño terminó, la bola de pelos estaba maullando y tratando de subirse a los brazos de la joven, quien no dudó en abrazarlo dándole besitos en la cabecita. El pelaje del animal estaba limpio y las heridas que tenía no eran tan profundas como pensó. Ya era de noche cuando salió del baño, Kylo estaba en el sofá leyendo algunos papeles y levantó la mirada cuando noto la presencia de Naeve. Sin embargo esta ni siquiera le correspondió, y agarró uno de sus pijamas de verano doblandolo y poniéndolo bajo su brazo, justo al pequeño minino quien cuando noto la tela tan exquisita decidió que seria el juguete perfecto para morder.

—Naeve… 

—Dormire en la habitación de invitados, si necesitas algo…

—Naeve, no es necesario—habló Kylo dejando los papeles a un lado—El gato… puede dormir aquí. 

La joven se detuvo. 

—¿En serio?—el pelinegro asintió—Bien… 

Sinceramente Kylo pensaba deshacerse del gato apenas estuviera en condiciones de ser adoptado; no quería animales, nunca había tenido deseos de ello. Pero Naeve se veía tan linda cuidando de esa bola de pelos que se arrepintio de sus pensamientos. 

Fue asi, como Naeve y Kylo, tuvieron a su primera mascota juntos. 

I HATE THE NEW RULES WTF IS THIS, FIA YOU'RE THE WORST I HATE U

IM SO ANGRY THAT IN THE POOLS FOR WHO SHOULD I WRITE CARLOS NEVER WINS 😡 I DON'T LIKE DEMOCRACY

Challenge de Escritura

02. Dias libres

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Naeve, quien era la imagen social de la pareja, era quien más ocupada se encontraba. Reuniones para almuerzos, meriendas y cenas con todo tipo de clases sociales, reuniones para organizar esas reuniones y un sin fin de horas contestando cartas—claro que podría pedirle a alguien más que responda por ella, sin embargo había algo en especial en escribirlas por sí misma que simplemente sin importar el cansancio que tuviera, tomaría la responsabilidad—. 

Kylo, en cambio, pasaba las mañanas preparando estrategias políticas y económicas, y en las tardes practicaba con su espada. Claro que también tenía sus días llenos de asuntos por resolver, ni hablar de las semanas de expedición o guerra que lo dejaban agotado sin importar cuanto durmiera. 

Por eso, un día libre en la vida de la pareja real era una coincidencia que les aceleraba el corazón. 

Kylo como era costumbre se había despertado a los primeros rayos del Sol, estaba somnoliento y un calor rodeaba su pecho, el cuerpo de Naeve que plácidamente dormía con sus mechones desordenados y una expresión de calma. La amaba tanto que quería besarla, apretarla más y desearle buenos días; sin embargo Naeve era un ser que amaba dormir en las mañanas, y Kylo jamás se atrevería a interrumpirlo incluso si supiera que Naeve tiene responsabilidades a cumplir. 

Hoy era su día libre, el día que Kylo tanto había ansiado desde su último día libre. Nadie tomaría el tiempo con Naeve, solo él. En este dia, seria Kylo y Naeve, tomando té, comiendo masitas y charlando sobre los lugares que podrían conocer en unas vacaciones más largas. 

No había prisa por despertarla, el tiempo de ese dia, era solo de ellos.