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PLS WRITE FERMIN LOPEZ write whatever u want about him I NEED fermin fics

right person, wrong time (Fermin Lopez X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (I NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING WITH THIS SONG AND THIS WAS PERF)

Warnings: None (FYI it's Gavi and Pablo Torre)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1198

Summary: Fermin and the reader are just the right person, wrong time (but maybe now is the right time?).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Back when you were younger, you would go with your dad to his job. He taught at the local football club, and he could usually use the extra set of hands gathering the balls. It worked out that he did this during your off-season from lacrosse, so it helped you stay in shape and you were allowed to join in on their practices. 

That’s how you met Fermin. He was quiet and reserved like you, but also like you, he was unstoppable on the field.

It started when there was an uneven number of players for a partnering game, so you jumped in even though you didn’t exactly know how to pass the ball. Fermin was a natural teacher, walking you through every step and being patient when you tripped over your own feet and the ball a couple of times.

The rest of the boys laughed at you but not Fermin. Never Fermin. 

That obviously led to you two being a lot closer than either of you probably admitted. You would hang out at school, outside of school, in practice, outside of practice, during the season, in the off-season. Honestly, anytime really. 

It was only a matter of time before something more started between you two. Fermin could remember the exact day, too. It was the night before you both started your second year of secondary school. It was after a football practice when you offered to go out for a little treat. 

“That one goal was insane!” You gushed, leaning over the table before taking a bite of your flan. “Totally faked Gavi out. He didn’t even see you coming!”

“You give me too much credit,” Fermin blushed, looking down at his own flan. “I just did everything you and your padre taught me.”

“I didn’t teach you anything,” You chuckled, waving your spoon around in his face. 

“You taught me everything outside of football,” Fermin chuckled nervously. “You taught me everything in school when I was falling behind. You taught me that there was more than a sport. I didn’t even know I liked flan until I met you!”

“Well, you’re welcome for teaching you then,” You dismissed immediately as a comfortable silence fell between you. You both finished your sweet treats and left the little shop. Fermin would always walk you back to your house after these outings. You both stopped when you reached your front door. “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up and maybe we can do something a little different after practice?” Fermin confirmed before getting nervous and whipping his hands on his shorts.

“Oh, like another fun outing like this?” You piped up, grabbing his hands. “Like sweets or just out?”

“It's a surprise,” Fermin joked lightly with a small smile. “And maybe we could make it a date? I swear I’m way better at dates than I am at asking for them.”

“Sounds about right,” You replied with a smile, “And if that didn’t answer your question, yes. I would love for it to be a date.” You quickly kissed him on the cheek before turning and darting into your house, leaving Fermin as a blushing mess on your porch. 

The rest was history! You both fell into an easy rhythm that you already kind of had. Now, there was just a different label attached to it.

Sure, all of the older boys warned Fermin about dating the coach’s kid. They had all heard the speech before, but Fermin didn’t care. He just knew you, and for that, he would risk anything if it meant getting to be with you. Even if only for a day.

All came to a halt during your final year of secondary school. 

Fermin was getting higher up in the teams to the point he was competing with the junior team. He was getting recognized and offered more minutes, and you tried to be there as often as you could. 

However, you were traveling more since lacrosse was still developing in Spain, and most of your club’s competitions were in the UK. You decided you would have more opportunities in England, so you chose to attend university there. 

You two were just drifting apart. Nothing complicated about it. Just two people, slowly drifting away.

“This isn’t goodbye,” You whispered through tears as you said your final goodbyes to your friends and family in Spain. “It’s a ‘see you soon’, okay?”

Truthfully, it wasn’t okay, but you were both being pulled in different directions.

Years later, you returned. Now in your 20s, you graduated, and you were on the English national team. You were also part of the pilot group, trying to kickstart the Spain national lacrosse team.

Fermin was now on the first team for Barcelona as a midfielder. He proved his worth, and he was living his dream. However, there was always one thing missing.

You.

Not many of the boys knew Fermin when he was with you. Mainly, just Gavi and Pablo were close enough to know you, but even they could see the difference between him with you versus him without you. It was staggering.

He completely dove into football. Fermin didn’t want to hang out with the team anymore. He didn’t engage in locker room banter anymore. His grades slipped to the point that he barely finished. 

That’s why they did some digging. 

They sent Fermin over to your parents’ house, where they knew you were staying at for the time being, with a small bouquet and a speech. He couldn’t go wrong with flowers, right?

They didn’t tell Fermin that you were home. That would be too easy. They actually told him that their old coach, your father, was retiring and that his retirement party was at his house. Gavi and Pablo said they would meet him there

Imagine his surprise when you answered the door.

“I heard that you’re back in town for the holidays,” Fermin played his shock off, holding the flowers out for you. “These are for you.”

“Thank you,” You blushed, grabbing them and smelling them. Your favorites. You looked back over at him with a small smile. “It’s been years.”

“Three years,” Fermine corrected before his eyes went wide, “Not that I’ve been keeping count! I mean, I am, but not in like a creepy kind of way.”

“I don’t think it’s creepy,” You added lightly. “I don’t know why, but I still believed in you and I. Is that weird?”

“No!” Fermin gasped before regaining his composure. “I mean, no. I always hoped that one day you’d come back around.”

“Well, I’m back,” You whispered, moving to stand directly in front of him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist as you used the one hand not holding flowers to circle his shoulders. “Every road I ever take leads to you. It's always been the same.”

“You're the one that got away,” Fermin replied, barely audible as he leaned his face closer to yours. 

“I think we were each just the right person, wrong time,” You admitted with a breathy laugh.

“Is now the right time?” Fermin asked optimistically as he stared straight into your soul.

“I think so.”

~~~~~

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hii could you do a fic with kimi antonelli where the reader always gets ignored like she would be talking or asking something but people don't listen or they talk over her like they don't hear her and maybe it happens with her family too and they make her think it's her fault cause she once ignored her sibling cause she was asked an obvious question and maybe only kimi notices and tries to make her feel heard, more angst with fluff ending please

Say Something (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (AHHHH I LOVE) (Also, coming to you LIVE from Hungaroring! I'll post pics and random things over on @thing268 throughout the weekend)

Warnings: Mentions of being unheard, slight slander of George Russell and Isack Hadjar

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1165

Summary: Kimi was determined to make you feel heard.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

You walked into the paddock with your head held down and your hands tightly wrapped around the camera in your hands. Your job was simple: come in, take a few pictures, then hide out in the media center until it was acceptable to leave. That was your routine, and you stuck to it.

You don’t even remember how you got the job. You just applied, had one brief interview, and suddenly you were at a track with the VCarb Formula 1 team. You simply blended into the sea of white and blue shirts, and no one looked at you twice. It was always like this. 

For as long as you could remember, no one listened to you. You’d since stopped talking to anyone unless spoken to, and to be honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a full conversation with someone. The last time someone said anything to you was telling you a direction to go take pictures. That’s it. You just accepted it at this point.

You came in to work, did your job, and that’s it. No one has complained about your work yet.

Kimi noticed you, though. Kimi saw how you would sit by yourself under a tree, generally, eating your lunch. Kimi saw how the other members of your team never engaged in conversation with you unless it was to tell you what to do. Kimi saw how separated you were from the team, and he wanted to know why.

“Can you tell me anything about them?” Kimi asked Isack while discreetly pointing at you when the two of them walked passed the VCarb hospitality, and you were, once again, sitting under a tree and looking over the raw pictures you took thus far in the day. “They are always there.”

“I don’t even know who that is,” Isack admitted, shrugging. “Probably someone who has tickets and they like to take pictures, but I don’t think they’re actually part of my team.”

It was a lie, and Kimi knew it. He had seen you around for multiple races. After you brushed passed him after a Q2 exit for the Mercedes driver, he noticed you everywhere. Between sessions, at the team’s hotels, just around the track, Kimi always seemed to find you, and to hear your own team not think you exist was crazy to him. 

That’s when Kimi decided he would try to include you whenever he saw you, and it started with learning your name.

It started small with Kimi just observing where you hung out, just a little closer than he normally did. Without a doubt, you always found a shaded area away from the main hospitality, sat on the ground, and carefully put your camera away. Then, you would pull out some headphones, play a song or video, and grab a sandwich and a water bottle from your backpack before starting to eat.

It was clockwork, Kimi learned. No matter where you were, you always had the same routine. The only thing he couldn’t figure out was when you got there or when you left. You were always under the radar, but Kimi was determined to figure you out.

The day finally came when Kimi decided enough was enough.

He watched from afar as you walked around between the sessions. It was nearing midday, and Kimi knew you would be looking for your spot. He watched as you walked in between the buildings, and he peeked around the side of the wall. You got about halfway between the buildings before you stopped and plopped down on the ground. 

Kimi slowly walked down towards you as you started putting your camera away, like you always did. Kimi approached you, but you paid him no mind, simply putting your headphones on and playing your music until you noticed him nearly beside you. You scooted back a bit to give yourself some distance before you continued grabbing your sandwich and opting to ignore him.

“Hey,” Kimi said suddenly. You side-eyed him as you took a bite from your sandwich. You nodded toward him, but didn’t say anything. “I’m Kimi, I drive for Mercedes, obviously,” Kimi explained before realizing he was wearing a Mercedes shirt. You just looked at him skeptically, but still didn’t say anything. Kimi took a deep breath. “What’s your name?”

You simply pointed at your VCarb garage pass, which had your name adorned on the back as you took another bite.

“Wow, I like your name,” Kimi replied awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Eh…What kind of sandwich is that? It looks pretty good.”

You just pulled the sandwich apart to show him what was on it. Not much, just the basics to make it considered a sandwich. 

“What are you listening to?” Kimi asked after a couple of seconds of silence. You looked at him wearily again before turning your phone to show him the song currently playing. “Oh, that’s cool. I like them too.” He had never heard of it, but he needed something to make you feel connected. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and a curt nod, going back to focusing on your sandwich.

“Can you say something? Like anything?” Kimi pressed after a few seconds of silence. You glanced over at him with wide eyes as you gestured around randomly. That’s when something else clicked for Kimi, and he started spiraling, “Unless you can’t talk! Then, I look like an asshole. I’m sorry! I didn’t even think of that.”

“Why would I?” You muttered so quietly, Kimi almost missed it. Kimi completely froze, turning his body to show he was giving you his full attention. “It’s not like you’d listen. No one does.”

“I want to,” Kimi whispered back, leaning a little closer to you to show his sincerity. “I’m going to sound pretty bad for a second, but I noticed you. I noticed how no one came up to you, and I don’t know. I just wanted to get to know you. I’m sorry if that’s weird. I can leave if you’d rather be alone.”

“No one has listened to me in…” You paused, really thinking about it before concluding you didn’t know the last time you felt like your voice mattered, “I don’t know how long.”

“Well, I’d like to listen to you,” Kimi said, moving to sit beside you with his back against the wall and bumping his shoulder against yours. “Say anything, and I promise I’ll listen.”

“Anything?” You asked skeptically, leaning into him slightly as you looked at him with a newfound curiosity. 

“Here, I’ll start,” Kimi offered, “I don’t think George is really 185 cm.”

“I hate the smell of Isack’s cologne,” You admitted sheepishly. Kimi looked at you with wide eyes and a small smile at you opening up. “It makes me sneeze.”

“I thought I was the only one!” He laughed as you joined him. It was a small step, but Kimi was determined to make you feel heard.

~~~~~

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I need friends who like NASCAR because wtf was that Xfinity race (I loved it but Austin Hill wtf man)

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Hope your day is going well. I was hoping I would be able to request a Pablo Gavi X Reader with these prompts if possible. "You're breathtaking" "Maybe you should stop flirting and pay attention to where you're walki-" "Ow!" Hope you have a wonderful day🥰

+Would I be able to request Pablo Gavi with this prompt "I've loved you since the moment I met you. If you don't feel the same way I understand" ending it with fluff of course? Thank you very much ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ~Anon

At First Sight (Pablo Gavi X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (This song has been on REPEAT, I HAD TO)

Warnings: One sex joke (that's what she said)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1104

Summary: Pablo finally realized that you were his whole life at first sight (and inspo from the song by Alexander Lewis)

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest/im sorry, i saw this and couldnt not use it)

You met by complete accident. You were walking home after some classes when this guy started walking right beside you. You didn’t think twice because it was a busy time in Barcelona, and it wasn’t uncommon for people to come out of the businesses and join the crowd of people walking. It also wasn’t uncommon to be shoulder to shoulder with someone. You didn’t pay him any mind.

“You’re breathtaking,” He sighed out after a few seconds. He was fully facing you as you walked with the crowd.

“Thank you,” You blushed, glancing briefly at him, “but maybe you should stop flirting and pay attention to where you’re walking-”

“Ow!” He shouted before muttering a couple of curses as he ran into a light post that lined the pavement. You had noticed the crowd splitting briefly before, but you barely had enough time to react. 

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” You asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him aside, out of the crowd as he held his face in the other hand. “You hit that pretty hard, huh?”

“You can say that again,” he chuckled halfheartedly. “Leave it to me to embarrass myself in front of the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

Needless to say, you gave him your number, and you never looked back. Pablo, you later learned his name, was actually very sweet and great company. You two began hanging out more and more. 

Suddenly, a stranger knew you more than you knew yourself, and Gavi became the missing piece to your puzzle. He filled every void in your heart, every gap in your life, and every waking moment somehow became related to him. 

After months of friendship, you two got closer. You met some of his teammates and family, and he met your classmates and best friends. You all got along pretty well and integrated the other into some of each group's plans. You had been to a couple of matches and post-match celebrations, and even though Pablo wasn’t in college, he would go with you to study sessions and random college events. 

The more you hang out with Pablo, the more you saw your future in his eyes. You were just too afraid to admit it to him, to yourself. You couldn’t imagine yourself without Pablo

Tonight was one of your random hangout nights. He had a long practice, you had a long day of classes, and both of you just wanted to relax. That’s when you came up with the idea.

You banged on his door after arriving at his apartment. You picked up some of your favorite of your favorite takeaway for the two of you. Sure, it went against his meal plan, but you just said it was part of the college life. 

It took a minute for Pablo to open the door. His hair was wet from a shower, holding a towel to his head as he answered the door. He stood there shirtless in a pair of shorts, probably soccer shorts, but you couldn’t tell the difference.

“Indecent much?” You joked, pushing past him and walking through the door like you had done a million times already.

“I’m in my own place, and you came earlier than I was expecting,” He shrugged, closing the door behind you and following you into his kitchen. You looked back at him over your shoulder with a sly smirk, and it only took a second for him to get on your wavelength. “Don’t. Even. Say. It.”

“That’s what she said,” You muttered to yourself, setting the bag on the counter. “At least you’ve come to expect it. You know me too well.”

“You’re pretty easy to predict,” Pablo teased as he bumped your shoulder while going to get plates and drinks. 

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” You bantered with a smile as you followed him into the kitchen to help grab utensils. 

“Yeah, right,” He chuckled, setting the couple of plates to the side as he spun you around the kitchen a couple of times. You both broke into fits of laughter before you stumbled and fell against Pablo’s chest. You grabbed onto his shoulders while his hands flew to your waist, knocking over the drinks in the process.

“Hi,” You sighed, gazing into his eyes, “you come here often?”

“¿Mi cocina (My kitchen)?” Pablo retorted, arching an eyebrow at you. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you have really pretty eyes,” You admitted quietly. “I love them.”

“I love you,” He breathed out so quietly, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“Huh?” You gasped, eyes wide and jaw dropped. You stood up fully but kept your arms around his neck and shoulders. Pablo looked anywhere but at your face as he bit his lip and clenched his hands against your waist a couple of times, fisting your shirt. You dropped and tilted your head a bit, forcing him to look at you before whispering, “What did you say?”

“I've loved you since the moment I met you,” He clarified a little louder than before. You remained silent for a second, your grip around his neck tightening slightly. Everything felt like it stopped for you as you read Pablo’s eyes. “If you don't feel the same way, I understand.”

“I don’t think you realized how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” You replied in a soft tone before moving one hand to the back of his head and pulling his face closer to yours. You ghosted your lips over his, your breaths meeting in the middle before adding, “Can I kiss you?”

“Dios mío (My god),” He sighed out, his breathing slightly ragged. “Yes.”

You smirked lightly to yourself before leaning in the rest of the way. Your lips met like puzzle pieces in a short, sweet kiss. 

“I love you now,” Pablo whispered after you pulled away and leaned your foreheads against each other’s, “and I’ll love you more every day that I get to be yours.”

“You must’ve done something right,” You teased lightly, planting a small kiss to the edge of his lips. Then you pushed away from him to start collecting the plates and utensils. You could worry about the spilled drinks later. “Now, as cute as we are, the food’s going to get cold, and this isn’t that good when it’s cold.”

“Forget the food,” Pablo chuckled, pulling you straight back into his chest. “Let me enjoy this for a second.”

“You have our whole lives to enjoy it,” You replied bluntly, patting his chest and pushing away again. “30 minutes won’t kill you.”

“You don’t know that.”

~~~~~

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omg hi! i saw you write for carson hocevar now? can i request him? lik eidk if you saw him on dales pod but maybe something from that? or something the dale truck? idk whatever sparks your interest I JUST NEED CARSON HOCEVAR FiCS PLS

I Do Listen When It's Her (Carson Hocevar X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NASCAR

Requested: Clearly (I want to INJECT THAT POD INTO MY VEINS)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your/She/her)

W.C. 2119

Summary: Carson Hocevar on the Dale Jr. Download two years in a row. Two very different Carsons.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“We were at Phoenix, and I was just looking at Facebook Marketplace.” Carson loved talking about the truck, so when Dale Jr. brought it up on the podcast, he couldn’t stop himself. “I found this truck, and I send it to all my buddies, and they’re like ‘you should buy it’. I was just like ‘No, I’m not buying this thing. I’d love to, but I don’t like to spend money’. They were like ‘no, you really should’ so I sent it to my business guy, and I’ll just get shot down.”

“Yeah?” Dale Jr. responded, encouraging Carson to continue.

“I don’t know if he was just pumped that we qualified third, and he just said ‘hell yes’ and I was just like ‘seriously’.” Carson was still in shock at how he got the Dale truck, and even just talking about how it happened makes him realize how absurd it was that whole weekend. “He’s like ‘Yes, you should buy this. You’ll love it’. So I was sitting in the grandstands, and before the Xfinity race was over, we had already wired the money.” 

“If you wanna get shot down, you should just get a wife,” Dale Jr. joked after hearing the whole story. He’d heard bits and pieces of the story before, but the whole thing was pretty funny.

“That’s probably true,” Carson chuckled slightly, along with Dale Jr.

“She would’ve told you absolutely not,” Dale Jr. added over Carson. “That’s why I’m enjoying my race cars right now,” Carson said after a beat with a shrug. “I’m enjoying my race cars and my Dale truck.”

“Boy, you don’t get to choose when that happens,” Dal Jr. erupted with a laugh.

“Yeah, so I’m taking advantage of that.”

One year later…

“One year on, Carson,” Dale Jr. started the episode off, “How’s the Dale truck coming along?”

“We got the wrap done!” Carson cheered, pumping his fist a couple of times to convey his enthusiasm. “We got the wrap right this time, and all of the logos are the right size, in the right places, and I think it looks better now. You also won't believe what we saw.”

“Did you find someone with a Carson Hocevar truck?” Dale Jr. teased, but honestly, it wouldn’t be too out there.

“No,” Carson dragged out, narrowing his eyes at Dale Jr. “She has a Jimmie car.”

“Johnson?” Dale Jr. clarified.

“Yeah, and she actually has two,” Carson replied while smiling and sitting up straighter. That was a sight Dale Jr. has never seen Carson do, sending a pointed look at him. “She has a 2003 Celica with the SpongeBob livery from Charlotte, and a 2002 Silverado, I think, of his first livery.”

“You think it’s his first livery or a 2002 Silverado?” Dale Jr. teased.

“If it’s a Silverado,” Carson clarified, pointing a finger at Dale Jr, “I know it’s 2002 because that was his first year, and I know it was the livery from his rookie year. Despite what you may think, I do listen. Especially to her.”

“Who is she anyway?” Dale Jr. said. “She must be really special.”

“She is,” Carson sighed with a smile and leaned back in his chair, pulling the microphone stand closer. “We both used Tim Horvath, and that’s actually how we met.”

~~

Sometimes you really love seeing everyone’s faces when you drive your truck or Celica around, and it really just makes you feel like you’re making someone’s day.

However, the last showing you took them to, some idiot decided to start picking at the wrap. Was it an adult or a kid? You would never know, but once a flap was made, all hell broke loose. Suddenly, you were missing a huge chunk of the wrap.

It was fine. You were needing to replace it anyway, as some of the logos were getting faded, and you wanted to make her look brand new again. Plus, there were a couple of engine issues going on, so you drove it straight to your friend Tim to see what he could do.

You were in the middle of showing Tim the extent of the damage when another truck was brought into the garage. It was a Dale truck.

“Tim, are you copying me?” You gasped, walking over to look at it immediately. “Hate to break it to you, but this logo is too small. A for effort, though.”

“It’s not mine and we know,” Tim chuckled, “We’re gonna rewrap that one too after we get the sizing and placing right. You’d actually get along with Carson.”

“Is that who owns it?” You asked, turning your attention away from the truck as Tim nodded. 

“Yeah, Carson. He had me pick it up since there was something wrong with the starter. We were already planning the rewrap, so we just decided to do it now,” Tim explained. “Y’know, you should help us lay out the wrap.”

A couple of days later, you came back into the shop to help Tim. He was running late, so he asked you to get started on the starter and go over the new wrap with Carson whenever he came in. Evidently, it wasn’t that long.

You were elbow deep in the hood of the truck. The starter wouldn’t sit right, so Tim had gone out to get some parts while tasking you with holding it in place. Then he said it would be done in no time!

It had been going on an hour, and he still wasn’t back. 

You weren’t a mechanic by trade, but you knew a couple of things, so you knew the gist of it. You did not need to be holding it. You could've been working on the markup, but no. Now, your shoulder was cramping, and you couldn’t get out of there if you tried.

That’s when your saving grace came through the doors. You heard the creaky door of the garage open, and you immediately shouted at Tim.

“Tim, if you left me alone with this thing one more minute, I was about to bill you hourly.” You groaned, trying to turn your head to see him.

“I hope I’m not getting charged for this.” That wasn’t Tim. That was definitely not Tim.

“Oh shit…um…one sec.” You strained your neck trying to see who it was before just deciding to straighten up and, in the process, yanked your arm out and dropped the starter. That’s when you got a look at him. He stood there, quite a bit taller than you expected, in a graphic tee and holding a Starbucks frappuccino.

“Are you okay?” He asked, coming over to grab your arm and check it out. It was covered in oil. From what? You weren’t actually sure.

“Yeah,” You muttered, taking your arm from him and wiping your hands on your jeans. “You must be Carson? You look familiar, but I can’t place my finger on it.”

“Yeah, and I mean, I drive in NASCAR, so…,” Carson trailed off.

“Ah! For Spire! That’s where I know you!” You cheered, jumping up a bit before realizing how bad that sounds, and feeling the need to clarify, “I work in Trackhouse, so I’ve seen you around the track.”

“Oh wait,” Carson gasped, “I have seen you! You’re always with Shane.”

“Guilty,” You replied, putting your hands up in mock surrender. “He’s my driver, and I plan out most of his liveries anyway. And can I just say, your layout for this Dale truck was atrocious.”

“Atrocious?” He questioned, more taking the piss out of your statement.

“You heard me,” You joked, “It was nowhere near authentic, unless that’s what you’re going for. It’s a ‘97 truck. The least you could have done is do the authentic ‘97 livery.”

“And you would know how that looks?” He teased, tilting his head at you.

“It’s literally my job to analyze older liveries and see how I can update them, rework them, or recreate them for my drivers,” You pointed out. “Here, come into Tim’s office and I’ll show you the plan.”

You took him into the back office, where you pulled out the iPad and handed it over to Carson. He flipped through the pictures and the 3D model carefully, looking at every element.

“You’re telling me,” He paused, turning the iPad to sit between the two of you, “This isn’t the original car turned truck? This is actually what the wrap and final truck will look like?”

“It’s the wrap,” You clarified, thinking he was joking, “I just converted it to the truck’s frame and adjusted some sizing based on the frame, but this should be scaled correctly. I’ll probably have to do a test print or two, but this is, in theory, the final product.”

“So you fixed it?”

“I like the term ‘saved it,’ but I’ll take what I can get.”

“I feel like I owe you a drink now, or lunch at least,” Carson offered, but just before you were going to accept, he contradicted himself, “Wait, actually, no. I Ubered here.”

“I’ll drive,” You immediately said, grabbing your keys. “Tim can figure this out on his own. I’m craving a Presidente margarita. Do you like Chili's?”

“I think I’m in love,” He muttered as you rolled your eyes. 

“Overdramatic much?” You teased, taking the iPad back and putting it on the charger, and heading out of the office. “If we leave now, odds are we’ll still be back before Tim.”

He followed you out behind the shop, where your car was parked, when his eyes landed on one of the two cars out there. “Holy shit! Is that a Jimmie car?”

“She’s a Celica, and yes,” You replied with a smirk as you unlocked it. “One-of-a-kind. Don’t scratch the paint when you stare too hard.”

Carson was frozen a few feet away as you opened the driver’s side. He just stood there with his mouth wide open. You took the chance to tease him a bit more. “Need me to open the door for you, princess?”

You didn’t wait for him to answer before rounding the car and holding the door open, gesturing for him to get in. He shook his head, snapping himself out of it as he walked over to you, blushing.

“I’m done for,” He muttered again before sinking into the seats as you closed the door and got into the driver’s seat. That sentence made your own cheeks heat up a bit.

You rolled your eyes again with a light scoff, but there was something about the way he said it. The blush, the dazed look, the unspoken connection, the sincerity behind his words. It was something that made you feel like this wouldn’t be the only lunch between you two.

You didn’t say anything. Just turned the key in the ignition and tried not to smile too hard as you pulled out of the car park.

~~

“I told you last year,” Dale Jr. erupted with a wide smile. “I told you that you don’t get to choose when that happens!”

“You also said I’d just have to be along for the ride,” Carson replied, looking down and to the side a bit, “and maybe I am now.”

“Wow, you’re growing up, buddy,” Dale Jr. poked fun at, “Maybe we’ll have to get her on sometime. I’d love to meet her.”

“I’m sure she’d be down, but I’m also pretty sure you’ve met her already,” Carson said skeptically, narrowing his eyes at Dale Jr, “She literally works in Trackhouse with SVG and Connor when he’s there, I think.”

“No shot,” Dale Jr gasped before trying to think back to the entire Trackhouse team. He knew everybody there. He’s not even sure who would have a Jimmie-themed truck or Celica, and he thought he knew the whole team pretty darn well. Clearly not.

“I’ll call her up, but I’m pretty sure she’s worked with Connor before,” Carson said, not confidently, as he pulled up your contact on his phone and sent a quick text. He didn’t actually wait for a response before calling you up. It took a couple of rings before you picked up.

“Hey babe,” You greeted, and you didn’t get a chance to say anything else before Carson was already launching into his question.

“Hey, I’m with Dale Jr. right now for the pod,” He started, and you interrupted him with a quick “I know,” but he just continued, “You’ve worked with Connor, right?”

“Zilisch or Mosack?”

“Uh, which one’s in Xfinity?”

“Zilisch,” You chuckled, “And yes. I do his Cup cars.”

“Thank you, love you, bye,” Carson said before not giving you a chance to respond. “See! I do listen when it’s her!”

~~~~~

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Your Number's Up (Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (Your Scream Poll winner!) (side note, im scared to turn anonymous back on should i?)

Warnings: Literally Scream 1996, murders, kinda gorey, talking about splitting people open, jokes about virginity, small sex scene (skipped the actual smut), guns, knives (a lot), lmk if I missed anything.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 5233

Summary: The sleepy little town of Woodsboro just woke up screaming. There's a killer in their midst who's seen a few too many scary movies.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You awoke with a start, sweat drenching you from head to toe. You were on the couch, and your TV was still on. The Netflix screen “Are you still watching?” stares back at you. How long had you been out? You couldn’t tell.

The sun was long set as you begrudgingly sat up, stretching your shoulders. You glanced at the clock to see that it was nearing 10 at night. You got up, cracked your back, and padded your way to the kitchen. 

“I’ll be back later, forgot my wallet and ran to get us ice cream,” You read. Max left a note taped to your cabinet. You already planned on a movie marathon, and no movie marathon is complete without popcorn and ice cream. 

Of course, Max would remember your ritual.

You set the pan up on the stove, and threw some butter and kernels into the pan before covering it. You walked back to your living room to load up the next movie.

Halloween. Your favorite. It was your turn to pick anyway, but since Max wasn’t here either means you got to choose.

You checked your phone again as the kernels started popping, and your phone wouldn’t turn on. You could’ve sworn you still had at least 10 percent left on your battery, but oh well. You tossed your phone back onto the couch before heading back into the kitchen.

In a lull between pops, the shrill of a phone ringing caused you to jump.

Your head snapped over to the landline that you didn’t even know the number to. You didn’t even think it still worked. Last you checked, it wasn’t connected to anything, but apparently it was.

You cautiously walked up to it and picked it up, thinking it was your parents.

“Hello?” You answered in a reserved tone, still in shock that the phone even worked.

“Hello there,” The voice responded. That definitely didn’t sound like your parents or any of your friends, for that matter.

“Who’s this?”

“Soon you’ll discover.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I think you have the wrong number,” You said, confused. You started to pull the phone away from your ear just before you heard him say something that grabbed your attention.

“Oh, just a minute. You’ll be dying to hang on the line,” He said, pulling you right back in, “Tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine.”

“I don’t think so,” You humoured him as you leaned your elbows against the kitchen table as you kept your eye on the popcorn.

“What’s that noise?”

“Popcorn,” You answered with a pip. “I’m getting ready to watch a movie.”

“Oh really?” He sounded surprised as you moved to quickly shake the pan. “What kind of movie?”

“Some scary movie,”

“Do you like scary movies?” He questioned in a flirty tone. Maybe this call wasn’t so bad. You made an agreeing noise, so he asked, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Halloween!” You cheered as you moved the popcorn off of the heat, so it wouldn’t burn before sitting at your bay window. “You know, the one with the guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?”

“Guess.”

“Uh…” You thought for a second, “Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” 

“Duh, Freddy Krueger!”

“Freddy! That's right. I liked that movie,” He answered, “It was scary.”

“The first one was, but the rest sucked,” You chuckled, looking out into the woods surrounding your house as the wind brushed against the leaves. 

“So, you gotta boyfriend?” “Why? You tryna ask me out? You giggled as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Maybe,” He said simply, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Unfortunately, I do, phone man,” You replied in mock disappointment.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He switched up the topics.

“Why do you want to know my name?” You chuckled again as you rested your head in your palm.

“I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

“What did you say?” You shot up, blood running ice cold as you blankly looked out the window.

“I want to know who I’m talking to…” He trailed off with a chuckle.

“That’s not what you said,” You muttered, backing away from the window, pulling the curtain closed.

“What did you think I said?” He asked in fake concern. You could hear it now.

“I gotta go.”

“Don’t hang up on me-” You didn’t listen to the rest as you hung up immediately, and ran around the house, making sure all of the doors and windows were locked and covered.

The phone rings again.

“Listen, asshole-”

“No, you listen, you little bitch!” He shouted over the line, “If you hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish. Understand?”

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“More of a game, really,” He teased.

“What do you want?” “I wanna see what your insides look like.” Immediately, you hung up the phone.

Then, your doorbell rang. 

“Who’s there?!” You shouted, eyeing the door as your breaths came out heavy and fast. You muttered a quick, “fuck this” to yourself before dialling the police. 

Before you could press call, another call comes in.

“Don’t you know not to ask those questions?” He yelled back over the line. “Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish.”

“Enough is enough, you’ve had your fun,” You seethed as you grabbed a kitchen knife before slowly walking towards your front door. “I’m not afraid of you. You better leave me alone or else.”

“Ooo, or else what?” He teased again, causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust. 

“Or else my boyfriend is gonna be pissed when I tell him!” You shouted, hoping it would make him go away. “He’s gonna be here any minute, and your ass better be gone by the time he gets here!”

“I’m so scared,” He said sarcastically. “I’m quacking in my boots.”

“You better be because he’s big and scary, and he will totally beat the shit out of you!” You yelled through tears, probably not sounding at all convincing. The man on the other side didn’t respond, but you could still hear his breathing. “What, cat got your tongue now, jackass? Leave me alone!”

You hung up the phone again, but dialled Max immediately instead. It took him a couple of rings to answer.

“Max? Tell me you’re almost here,” You sighed out as your breath continued to come out strained.

“I’m in your driveway,” Max answered, and now that he said that, you heard a car turning off in your driveway. “I just got here, and I’m heading in.”

“Be careful, please,” You pressed as you stood right by the door and slowly, with shaking hands, unlatched the chain. You let out a shaky breath as you looked through the peephole and watched Max approach the door, a bag in hand. You open the door hastily, grabbing Max's forearm and yanking him into the house before relatching the chain on the door. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

“Did I miss something?”  Max asked as you tightly wrap your arms around his waist and hid your face in his chest. “I'm not complaining, but you’re normally not this latched when I come over. It’s the ice cream, isn’t it?”

“Just some dickhead who thought he could scare me, that's all," You explained, “but you're here now and that's what matters.”

The next day, you went to school, wanting to put the previous night behind you, but the entire grounds were swarmed with police and news crews. You passed by a few policemen who were standing guard when you spotted the first reporter, Charles Leclerc. 

“The small town of Woodsboro, North Carolina, was devastated last night when two young teenagers were found brutally butchered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest has been made and the murderer could strike again.” Charles said while flashing a fake, flashy smile at the camera.

You moved around him, disturbed when you were tapped from behind on the shoulder.

“Do you believe this shit?” Lily chuckled as she bumped her shoulder against yours. You looked confused between her and Charles, wordlessly asking her to continue. “Oh God! You don’t know? Casey Becker and Steve Forrest were killed last night.”

“No way,” You gasped.

“And not just killed,” Lily dragged out, “We’re talking splatter movie killed! Split open end to end!”

“Casey Becker?” You asked. “She sits next to me in maths.”

“Ha, not anymore,” Lily joked, “Her parents found her hanging from a tree. Her insides were on the outside if you know what I’m saying.”

It was like someone dropped cold water on your head. This wasn’t a coincidence.

“I wanna see what your insides look like.”

What if you were meant to be the one killed? If Max had not shown up when he did, maybe you would have been the one up a tree with your insides out.

“I...uh...I need to go to class,” You stuttered out, grasping your books tighter against your chest, “I’ll see you at lunch.”

Lunch came quicker than you were expecting. Some students were called in to be questioned by Sheriff Vettel and Deputy Bearman, but you weren’t one of them.

“Hunt? Why would they ask if you like to hunt?” Lily leaned back in Oscar’s arms to ask him as you walked up to your normal table with your lunch. Most of your friends were already there, including Max who made a spot right next to him for you by pushing Lando almost completely off the bench.

“Ouch, rude,” Lando complained as he brushed off his pants and moved to the other side of the bench.

“That was pretty funny,” Oscar chuckled, pointing at Lando. “And I don't know, they just did.”

“It was probably because their bodies were gutted,” Lando commented, dropping his head as he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. You involuntarily felt yourself flinch at the shocking reminder as you sat next to Max. Immediately sensing the tension, Max put his arm around your shoulder and gently pulled you closer to him.

“Thanks, Lando,” Max said, leaving no room to continue that conversation.

“Wait, how do you even gut someone like that?” You muttered, not really expecting the rest of the group to hear you.

“You take a knife and slit from the groin to the sturnum,” Oscar explains while gesturing with his hands. “It was clearly a man because there’s no way a girl could have done that.”

“That’s so sexist of you,” Lily snapped, “The killer could easily be female.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Oscar chuckled lowly, “Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. No offense to any females, but it takes a man to do something like that.”

“Ok, I regret asking anything,” You said, quickly cutting off the rest of the conversation. 

Later that night, you knew you couldn’t stay in your house. Your dad was away on business for the weekend, and the big house was too echo-y for your liking. Thankfully, Lily offered to come pick you up after practice. 

You were laying on the couch, taking a break from the literature essay you were working on. You had already packed a bag and had it sitting in the foyer, ready to grab and go. You thought it would be fine to take a small nap.

You awoke with a start as you looked around the room. Again, your phone was dead, but the landline was ringing.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Lily’s voice came through, causing you to squint a bit to see what time it was. 7:15 PM. “Practice ran long. I’m on my way now.”

“It’s past seven,” You grumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Don’t worry! Casey and Steve didn’t bite the dust until like nine or something.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Oh well,” Lily’s cheery voice piped, “Anyways, I was gonna stop by your favorite restaurant and get us something. Then, when we get to my house, we can watch Tom Cruise in All The Right Moves. You know, if you pause it just right, you can see his penis.”

“Cool,” You scoffed with a small smile, “Just hurry up.”

“Impatient much?” Lily joked, “Does Max not put out? I wouldn’t have expected that.”

“Goodbye, Lily,” You dragged out, avoiding her question. She made a disappointed noise, but you hung up before she could actually say anything. Immediately, the phone rings again. You chuckled to yourself before answering, “Lily, I’m not answering that question.”

“Hello,” The voice from before responded with your name.

“Hey, asshole,” You replied noncelantly, knowing for certain that every door, every window, every possible entrance to your house was already locked down.

“Scary night, isn’t it? With the murders and all,” He said, dropping his voice. “Are you alone in the house?”

“Wow, trying to give yourself credit,” You replied in fake interest, “So humble. Honestly, come up with something original. Who even are you?”

“I think the right question is where am I,” He corrected.

“You’re on my front porch, aren’t you,” You said sarcastically, looking out the window and seeing your entire porch. Shocker, no one was there. “Again, where’s the originality?”

“Just ask the damn question!” He screamed into the phone.

“Where are you?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“In your closet.”

“False, I was just in there and I know for a fact you have not gotten into my house or into my closet in the last 10 minutes,” You shouted back with a smile before jumping up. “I’ll call your bluff.” You run into your room and open your closet door. Sure enough, no one was there. “Good try, but you’re not scaring me tonight.”

You hung up the phone and turned to walk out of your room and back to the living room. Just as you’re about to leave the room, a figure jumps out of the hall closet. 

You scream and jump backwards as it rushes toward you, ramming into your side. The landline falls to the ground as the figure gets on top of you after you tripped trying to back up. You look up to see the figure’s face, but it’s a white, ghostly mask instead, and they are covered in a black cloak. You almost freeze completely when your eyes caught sight of a silver blade in his hands, causing you to kick your legs up spastically. One of them comes into contact between his legs, making him topple over to the side. 

You use that time to roll away into your room, locking the door behind you. You pushed your dresser to block the door from opening as the figure pounded against the door. He was even throwing himself against it. The figure got the door open slightly, just enough so you could see his face and the knife, but the dresser kept it from opening any further.

You looked around your room for anything to call the police with, not find anything. Then, you remembered something your parents taught you. You loaded up your old desktop that you had been meaning to get rid of but never had the time to, and opened the 9-1-1 fax send. The figure behind you began using the knife to try and cut at the dresser as you looked back at the screen.

“Help Killer, 1220 Craven Lane,” You typed out. As soon as you hit send, the banging stopped. The figure is gone, and the only sound is your own rapid breathing.

The police responded by saying they were en route, as you heard a noise at your window. You started screaming again until your eyes landed on Max, sitting at the ledge, looking concerned and trying to open your locked window.

“Oh God, Max!” You shouted, running over to open the window for him. You didn’t even wait for him to climb in before you were learning out the window, hugging him and letting your emotions out. “He was here, Max. The killer was here.”

“The killer? The one from the news?” Max asked, curious as he moved into your room, still keeping his arms tightly around you as he ran a hand up and down your back.

“He called me last night too,” You admitted lowly, pulling away from his shoulder, wiping at your nose for a second. “I don’t know if it was before or after Casey and Steve, but he called me. He called me, said he was outside, and then you showed up. I think he was scared of you. Maybe you showing up tonight also scared him away.”

“I told you, I’d always protect you,” Max comforted as he kissed the crown of your head. “Here, I’ll take you to Lily’s house.”

~~

The next day, the school was shut down. People were accusing others left and right. There was a curfew for sundown. Then, there was a plan for a party at Oscar’s house since his parents were out of town, and no one wanted to be alone. Or maybe you were all just a group of teenagers looking for any excuse to get drunk. Who knows?

You and Lily walked through the door slightly late with bags of snacks and drinks. The party had already started, and the living room was crowded with random people you could barely remember the names of. As soon as the two of you walked into the room, everyone erupted into cheers and a couple took the bags from you. 

“Catering’s here,” Lily joked, handing the bags off. You two walked into the kitchen to find a group of guys, including Max and Lando, surrounding another guy, Oscar, who was drinking beer through a funnel. “That’s mature.”

“Where have you guys been? We had to get started without you!” Oscar shouted, shaking his head as he was already mildly drunk.

“We’re gonna have a movie night!” Lando cheered from behind them. “I’ve already got one loaded up.”

“Great, Lily, get me a beer, would ya?” Oscar asked, batting his eyes at his girlfriend. “There’s a fridge in the garage that has beer and your favorite drinks too.”

“Do I look like a beer wench to you?” Lily snapped, glaring at him.

“Oh, and there’s someone upstairs for you,” Oscar ignored Lily, directing the statement at you. “Says he just wants to talk.”

You grumbled a bit under your breath, stomping over to the stairs while Lily went to the garage. Once you reached the top, you saw Max standing there with his arms open for you. 

“You guys can go up to my parents' room,” Oscar shouts from the bottom as soon as you reached Max’s arms. Oscar wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you as he teased, “You can talk or…whatever.”

“Subtlety, Oscar,” Max scolded, already turning you around and pushing you towards Oscar’s parents’ room, “Look it up!”

As soon as you made it to a room (you actually realized it was a random guest room rather than his parents’ room), you immediately locked the door behind you and pushed Max against the bed.

“What are you doing?” Max asked skeptically, eying you wearily. “I thought we were just talking.”

“Let’s blow off some steam,” You replied seductively as you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him. You leaned in and kissed him long and hard. “You think I could be a Meg Ryan movie?”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Max whispered against your neck, “We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to be a good porno, y’know?” That made Max freeze and pull away slowly, looking up into your eyes. You stare back down at him. Your eyes dark with desire, something Max hadn’t seen yet.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah…I think so.”

~~

Afterward, in your post-sex awkwardness, you were both quietly redressing, talking nonsense, and avoiding the topic of what just happened. 

You turned around laughing at something Max said when your breath got caught in your throat as you saw the figure again, standing out on the balcony. “Max!” You shouted, pointing behind him as the figure broke through the glass door.

Max is barely able to turn around before the long blade rises high above his head and comes down on his chest with force. Blood sprays up in the air, and blood splatters across your face as the knife is plunged in and out of Max’s chest until Max just collapses on the floor, lifeless.

You couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry, couldn’t move, couldn’t anything. You slowly moved your head up from Max’s still body to see the figure stalking toward you, and that’s when you made a break for it.

You jump over the bed, throw the door open before running down the hallway and down the stairs. No one is in the living room now as you shout for anyone. You run through the kitchen and decide to run into the garage. Worse case scenario, you could run outside.

You get into the garage, locking the door behind you. You quickly pat down your pockets, feeling for your phone. For once, you actually had a decent perfect on your battery life, so you knew you could use that once you were certain you would be safe to call. 

You were just about to call the police when the banging returned from the garage door connected to the house. You turned on the light in the garage and opened the door. The door makes a weird noise, but you're still focused on the door connected to the house where you’re certain the figure is still banging. You backed up, thinking the door would be fully opened at this point, only to hit the back of your head on the half-opened door. You grabbed the back of your head as you looked up, and what you saw made you let out a blood curdling scream.

“Lily!” You screamed as tears flowed nonstop down your face, watching helplessly as your best friend dangled from the garage door. Half of her body was out, and the other half was stuck inside since she went through the pet door. Her neck was also hanging at a weird angle, and by that alone, you knew she was dead.

You found Max’s car down the drive and made a run for it. You needed the cops here, and you needed them now. You still had a spare key to it, so you unlocked it, jumped in, locked i,t and dialed the police.

“Help! Please, I’m at Oscar Piastri’s house on Turner lane,” You shouted into the phone, “Please, he’s gonna kill me!”

While ranting to the police, you don’t notice Ghostface behind you until he grabs hold of your neck and pulls you against the seat. You spun around, wildly throwing punches and kicks.

Anything to get away.

You reach for the door, throwing yourself out and onto the ground. You dragged yourself away before looking over your shoulder to see Ghostface completely gone. Nowhere to be seen.

You push yourself up and limp your way up the stairs of Oscar’s house. At the front door laid Charles’s dead body. You reach for his holster and grab his gun as someone called your name from behind you.

You quickly spun around, holding the gun out in front of you, when Lando came into view.

“Jesus, way to take a gun,” Lando attempted to joke, but it fell flat. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Don’t come any closer,” You seethed, not sure who you could trust anymore.

“Listen to me,” Lando said slowly as he held his hands up, “I found Lily. She’s dead, she’s been killed…I think Oscar did it.”

“Don’t believe him!” Another voice shouted from behind you. You spun around to see Oscar moving closer to you. “He’s lying! He killed Lily! And Max. I saw it.”

“Stay away from me.” You tried to stay composed, but your voice wavered.

“His movie nut mind has snapped! He’s gone psycho,” Oscar defended.

“Don’t listen to him! It’s him! He’s the one!” Lando objected, not believing a single word Oscar was saying.

“Fuck you both,” You shouted before running into the house and slamming the door shut.

“No! He’s gonna kill me! Please, open the door! He’s gone mad!” Lando shouted through the door as his fists pounded against the door. You stumbled backwards before turning to try and find your phone in the living room. Just as you reach for it, it rings, causing you to jump and fumble with the device momentarily before answering it.

“Please, help me!” You shouted into the line, and you’re met with chuckles on the other side.

“Are you having fun yet?” That same fucking voice.

“No!” You screamed, hanging up and dropping the phone to the ground. You walked back over to the door, listening to Lando’s screams, and you thought for a second whether or not to unlock it for him when you heard something from upstairs. You spun around, pointing the gun up the stairwell, and you see a bloodied Max leaning against the banister.

“Oh god, Max!” You set the gun on a bookshelf before meeting him halfway, before he collapsed in your arms. “I thought you were dead..”

“I’m alright, but we gotta get help,” Max said as he pushed on the rest of the way down the stairs and straight to the door where Lando was still banging from the other side.

“No! He’s out there!” You shouted, putting yourself between Max and the door.

“Please! You have to let me in!” Lando continued to scream from outside as his knocks became more frantic. “He’s gonna kill me!”

“Don’t believe him,” You whispered, knowing Lando was listening in from teh other side.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you,” Max said as he put his hands on your shoulders. “Do you have a weapon or something?”

“I have a gun.”

“Okay, give me the gun.”

You walked over to the bookshelf again and grabbed the gun. You quickly handed it over and stood behind Max as he opened the door. Lando rushed through, grabbing Max.

“Help me,” Lando cried.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Max comforted, holding the gun behind his back so as to not scare Lando anymore.

“No, you don’t understand,” Lando stuttered, shaking his head back and forth, “Oscar’s flipped out! He’s gone mad!”

“‘We all go a little mad sometimes’,” Max whispered with a small smile. Lando squinted at him before Max stepped back, pointing the gun at him. Max quickly pulled the trigger, sending Lando to the ground as you screamed. Max leaned over Lando’s still body and added, “Anthony Perkins. Psycho.”

You watched in horror as Max stood up slowly and turned to you. You met his eyes as your breath came out faster and heavier than before. He tilted his head slightly before flicking his tongue out to lick some of the blood off his lips that had started to dry.

“Corn Syrup,” He said with a smirk. “Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie.”

“You’re sick,” You muttered, taking a step back towards the kitchen. Max lunged forward in a fake-out, causing you to jump back again, but this time, you hit something, someone, behind you as their arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Ah! Oscar, please help me,” You cried once you noticed who it was. Oscar loosened his arms around you but still stared at you with wide eyes and a subtle smile. Then, he lifted his hand that held a small box.

“Surprise,” He whispered into the box, and everything clicked. “It’s more of a game, really.”

You stood between them, your eyes bouncing between the two of them before it kicked. When it finally did, you tried to make a run for it, only for Max to block the only kitchen exit. From behind you, Oscar tosses the voice box to Max, who holds it over his mouth as he lowers his eyes at you.

“Where ya going? It’s not over yet,” He teased in that distorted voice. “It’s all part of the game.”

“Fuck you,” You seethed.

“We already played that game,” Max said in a lighter tone, “You lost, remember?”

“And because you’re no longer a virgin, it means you have to die!” Oscar mocked, going over to the kitchen counter and grabbing a large knife. He walked back over to you and Max, twirling the blade around. “We’re gonna play one last game. It’s easy, really.”

“We’ll ask you a question,” Max started, “and if you get it wrong, you die!”

“And!” Oscar interrupted, “If you get it right, you still die!”

“You’re sick. Both of you,” You spat between the two of them.

“The official term is ‘psychotic’ actually,” Oscar corrected as he held a knife out towards your neck.

“You won’t get away with this,” You said through gritted teeth. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least tell me why.”

“You want a motive?” Max chuckled lowly as he walked around the kitchen. “I don’t really believe in motives. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?”

“Nope,” Oscar cheered, walking around you while still holding the knife near your neck.

“Did they ever explain why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people?”

“I don’t think so,” Oscar said in a peppy tone.

“You see,” Max said as he got up close to your face, fanning his breath against your lips, “it’s so much scarier when there’s no motive, huh. I think it’s time we get to the main show, don’t you agree?”

You trembled as you watched Max and Oscar make eye contact before smirking. Then they caged you between them and the countertop. 

Oscar held the knife against your neck again. This time, he actually pressed down, and you could feel your skin splitting and heating up as blood started spilling from the side of your neck. 

Your breathing picked up as you looked at Max. Those blue eyes you used to get lost in for hours. Those same blue eyes that used to comfort you whenever you were anxious. Now, they were unrecognizable. You didn’t know who you were looking at anymore.

You took one last breath as you watched Max lift the gun and point it directly at your face. You stared down the barrel of the gun and waited for the inevitable. 

You awoke with a start, sweat drenching you from head to toe. You were on the couch, and your TV was still on. The Netflix screen “Are you still watching?” stares back at you. How long had you been out? You couldn’t tell.

The sun was long set as you begrudgingly sat up, stretching your shoulders. You glanced at the clock to see that it was nearing 10 at night. You got up, cracked your back, and padded your way to the kitchen. 

“I’ll be back later, forgot my wallet and ran to get us ice cream,” You read. Max left a note taped to your cabinet. You already planned on a movie marathon, and no movie marathon is complete without popcorn and ice cream. 

Of course, Max would remember your ritual.

~~~~~

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Hey, can I ask for a Ralf Aron fic with an autistic reader who gets sensory overload really easily and has a little stuffed animal they carry with them as a comfort item?

All Too Much (Ralf Aron X Autistic! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Random Drivers

Requested: Clearly (i love him)

Warnings: Autistic reader (as per my experiences!)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1350

Summary: The reader gets easily overwhelmed. Lucky for them, Ralf knows just the trick.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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Your thoughts were too jumbled.

Everything was too loud. 

Your clothes were just wrong.

The air was too thick.

Your skin just didn’t feel right.

Everything was too hot and too cold. 

You don’t even remember how you ended up here on the floor of Paul’s driver’s room. Paul had filled in for Pierre after he had been ruled out of the race due to a concussion in the practice session earlier that week, and you and Ralf made the trip to support Paul in his first Formula 1 race. You were quickly reminded why you never went to any of the races. 

You were originally standing on the pit wall just as the pre-race winded down. Paul was standing next to his race engineer on the track while you stood to the side by the gate. Ralf was standing beside Paul, holding his racing gear out as the ten-minute warning was announced for the drivers to get in the car.

You were smiling and talking with the team as you always did. Maybe you were too caught up in the conversation you were having with the team, but usually, someone gave you a warning just before all of the engines started. You missed that, so when all 20 cars came to life, you immediately blacked out.

You’re not even sure how you got back to Paul’s driver’s room. You slapped your hands over your ears and leaned your head against your knees as the ground rumbled with cars racing down the straight. 

You hoped that Ralf had noticed your quick escape. 

You could feel the vibrations of the cars under your skin, and you did not like it. You felt it deep in your skull, and you just wanted it to stop. 

You absentmindedly started itching at your wrists and thighs as you tried to focus on the wall in front of you. Your eyes start to sting as you felt your chest tighten with each vibration of the cars going around.

Ralf, on the other hand, was on his way back from the rental car. He noticed immediately when you started retreating into the garage, and he watched helplessly as you curled into yourself as you wandered through the corridors of the Alpine motorhome.

He knew immediately when the engines started that you weren’t ready for it. He saw that you were still deep in your conversations with your headphones around your neck when the engines roared to life. Ralf wasn't right next to you when it happened, but he saw your reaction out of the corner of his eye. he knew you had left your backpack in the rental, so he headed there.

You always have this backpack. It had a change of clothes, a couple of fidget toys, and some comfier clothes. The most important thing, though, was your comfort animal.

When you were younger, you had this little stuffed bunny named Bonnie that you took everywhere with you. Bonnie was a gift from your parents, and you were never separated from him. However, you lost him in a fire when you were a teenager, and coincidentally, you had just started dating Ralf at the time. 

Ralf found you another bunny and gave it to you on your two-month anniversary. Together, you named this one Mallow, short for Marshmallow. Now, Mallow has become your staple animal and your saving grace when everything gets too much. It was soft and furry, and it helped you get grounded.

Of course, Ralf knew this, so that was his first quest as he watched you retreat into yourself. Usually, you remember to grab it, but being late on top of running into your favorite member of the team made the bag the least of your concerns.

It wasn’t long before Ralf was slipping through the door of Paul’s temporary driver’s room. He spotted you curled up against the far side wall as far away from the track as humanly possible. 

He slowly approached you, gently tapping the ground next to your foot to get your attention. You sharply inhaled as you peeked an eye open. As soon as you registered who it was, a small, weak smile spread on your face. He pulled Mallow out of your bag and held it in front of you with a smile.

“Someone’s here to save the day,” Ralf said in a soft tone as he placed Mallow on top of your knees when you leaned back against the wall. “Mallow and I are here if you want to talk, or we would just stay here for a bit.”

You rubbed a hand against the soft hand of Mallow as you slowly zoned out, only shaking slightly when the cars came round the track. Gradually, you moved your hand up until you could brush your index against Ralf’s pinky. 

You slowly crept your hand up more until you could hook your finger with his. Just holding onto Ralf made you feel astronomically better.

You don’t know when, but at some point, Ralf had moved your headphones from your neck to over your ears. In your spiral, you completely forgot they were there. You didn’t notice they were on until everything started to clear when you could finally ground yourself.

You blinked hard a couple of times before you could finally focus on Ralf’s eyes. You smiled weakly as you leaned your head back against the wall just as another wave of vibrations came through, causing you to snap your head forward again.

“Can you go behind me? It’s all too much still,” You whispered, squeezing Ralf’s finger once before he just nodded and situated himself to sit behind you like he had done a million times before. You immediately leaned back against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, while the other one pushed your legs down, so you weren’t so curled in on yourself.

Once your legs were straightened in front of you, he jokingly ‘walked’ Mallow up your legs until he reached your chest and wrapped you in a tight hug. Ralf squeezed you a little tighter when you lifted your arms to grab on to his forearm and Mallow’s paw. “Mallow said you did great.”

“Thank you, Mallow,” You jokingly thanked as you let out a breath and kissed the top of Mallow’s head. Then you leaned your head back on Ralf’s shoulder, “And thank you. You always know what to do.”

“I just know when you need certain things,” Ralf dismissed as you leaned up slightly to peck him on the lips. “Whenever you’re feeling up to it, we can head back to the hotel and meet up with Paul later for dinner, but don’t feel like we need to rush.”

“He won’t be mad?” You questioned, “This is just so much worse than F3, F2, or even FE.”

“He won’t care, trust me,” Ralf comforted as he tightened his hold for a second. “We can watch the race on SkySports or F1TV. As long as we watch him somehow.”

“I still feel bad,” You sighed, throwing your head back against Ralf’s shoulder and clenching your hands. 

“If you can tough it out,” Ralf started before looking at his phone to see the race updates, “there are only 20 laps left. We can go to the motorhome or something away from the track and be here for the ending. We could also try to go up higher, so we can watch him cross the finish line, but it might be loud.”

“I can suck it up for 20 laps,” You replied, moving away from Ralf and pushing yourself to stand. “As long as I have you and Mallow, it can’t be that bad.”

“If you’re sure,” Ralf confirmed, looking at you. You nodded quickly, holding your hand out for Ralf to take as you wrapped your other arm tightly around Mallow. Ralf chuckled before grabbing your hand and standing beside you. “Let me know if it gets too much.”

“I will! Now, lead the way! We should have at least 10 more laps to watch him race.”

~~~~~

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Hiiiiii

Could you maybe do smth with kimi antonelli. I had this idea where reader and him are playing mario kart and maybe she finally beats him and teases him about it. And to shut her up he just starts kissing her (if you’re comfortable writing that)

Ps: i looooove your stuff

Shut Up & Drive (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (You have reawoken my Mario Kart side-)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1171

Summary: The Reader challenges Kimi to Mario Kart and wont shut up.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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“I am aware that you race cars for a living, but I could totally kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

Those were fighting words you said while flying home one night after a long weekend, where Kimi actually scored well given the circumstances. Many of the drivers were affected by the heat, and there were a few bad accidents that took out a bunch of drivers. 

In the end, only 12 drivers saw the checkered flag. Kimi still brought home points, but you could tell he was feeling the effects of driving in the hot, dirty air for so long. 

That’s why, instead of letting him sleep on the long flight home, you forced him to play Mario Kart with you. You had chugged an energy drink too late in the day. You were wired and ready to make it everyone’s problem.

“Who are you picking?” You asked as you loaded up the screen, slightly bouncing in your seat. “It says a lot about who you are.”

“I don’t know. Is Mario good?” Kimi muttered sleepily as he gave you the side eye.

“Yeah,” You shrugged, “If you like being boring.”

“Well, who do you play then?” Kimi chuckled lightly before leaning his head back against the seat and dropping the controller in his lap.

“Shy guy, always have been, always will be,” You replied immediately as you selected your favorite colour Shy Guy, and watched him stay on the character screen without picking one. “Do you want opinions or are you just trying to waste time?”

“Sure, give me your analysis,” Kimi sighed as he rolled his head onto his shoulder to look at you.

“Well, I don’t really care about character specs, but my friends really like Link, Princess Peach and Dry Bones,” You answered, showing him the characters on the screen.

“What is this one?” Kimi questioned as he landed on your sworn enemy.

“Baby Bowser,” You replied with a grimace, “Well, technically it’s Bowser Jr., but still. Nothing against the character in this game, but I hate him in Super Smash.”

“Did he personally wrong you?” Kimi chuckled lightly at your reaction.

“Yes,” You replied seriously. 

“I highly doubt that.”

“Just don’t question me,” You waved him off by bumping your shoulder against his. “Worst case, you can always choose your Mii character.”

“I’ll just go with…” He paused, using his controller to go around the characters before landing on one, “Luigi.”

“Hot, okay,” You joked as you confirmed your own character and moved to select your karts. “I like motorcycles, but that’s just me. Pick whatever you want.”

“Hey, this one looks like my car!” Kimi chuckled, selecting it immediately as you moved into the course selections. “What is the easiest one?”

“Baby Park,” You answered, going through the courses to find the specific one. You found it easily after playing it so many times and clicked to load it up.

“So, is there a reason you selected Big Blue?”

“Because I never lose Big Blue.”

“I see how it is,” Kimi said under his breath as your two characters lined up for the race. “Are you scared I’ll win?” “Nope,” You said, popping the ‘p’. “I’ve never lost Big Blue.”

“Well, get ready to.”

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed as you got a boost off the line. Before you even reached the first row of boxes, you went from 12th place to the top five while Kimi was still down in 9th. “Are you even trying? Oh my gosh, you suck.”

“It’s the first corner,” Kimi defended with a smile, “We have-how many laps is this? Three or five?”

“Why would it be five laps?” You scoffed as you threw a couple of red shells at the characters ahead of you and got up to second place. “It’s always three laps. And you better start getting better because there is not a lot of race left.”

“We’re not even done with the first lap,” Kimi said under his breath as he got into the top five.

“You’re not,” You cheered mockingly as you crossed the line for the first lap. “Y’know, this type of dominance could really bore fans.”

“We’re not even doing this with an audience,” Kimi muttered, stealing a glance at you as you focused on the game. “Should I be concerned?”

“You’re just jealous of my skills,” You teased, “You can admit it.”

“That’s not it,” Kimi trailed off as you moved into the third and final lap. Kimi had moved up to second at this point and was harbouring a red shell, but he didn’t have the heart to throw it at you when he saw that all you got were coins.

“What did I say?” You exclaimed accidentally, slapping a hand over your mouth when you remembered you were on a commercial flight. You cleared your throat before apologizing and dropping to a whisper as you shook Kimi’s shoulder, “What did I say? I told you! I don’t lose Big Blue! Never have, never will!”

“Yeah, I saw that,” Kimi chuckled as his character crossed the line in second.

“I don’t care if you are a professional driver or not! I am just too good on this track!” You continued boasting as the leaderboard appeared on the screen. “You should really take a few pointers from me. Like, don’t get rid of all of your items as soon as you get them, or maybe don’t fall off the side sometimes.”

“Okay, I get it,” Kimi sighed, but still looked at you with a soft smile on his face as he listened to you rant. 

“Or maybe hit the gas and use the exit boosts! I can show you how to drive a manual!” You continued enthusiastically. “It’s crazy how you never used a speed boost once. I am like a master at it, so I can give you a few pointers.”

“Oh, can you?” Kimi teased lightly, but you missed it completely.

“Or maybe you just need more practice!” You gasped a little louder than you had previously. “We have a super long flight back home, I know you don’t have anything to look over or do work or school-wise, and we can just play the whole time! I can show you shortcuts and teach you the ins and outs of all of the circuits, and -”

The next thing you knew, you couldn’t talk. Your eyes widened as your breath had been taken away by Kimi’s lips on yours. It took you by surprise, but it was never an unwelcome surprise to be kissing your boyfriend. It only took you a second to react, closing your eyes and melting against him. 

You dropped your controller on the tray table with your switch, opting to reach for Kimi’s hand instead when he pulled back with a cheeky smile.

“Are you going to shut up and drive now or do we need to do that again?” He asked lowly as he leaned to whisper in your ear.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

~~~~~

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Exactly why I won’t be watching

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hiii, could i request a Juan Manuel Correa angst and later fluff? Maybe one where him and reader have been together for very long (like 7 years or so) and they know each other better than anyone else. Angst with maybe JM not doing too well mentally and reader comforts him and reassures that she'll be there for him trought everything, just like she always was before. Lord I'm weak for comfort and reassurance<3

Pick Up the Phone (Juan Manuel Correa X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/

Requested: Clearly (i am also weak for comfort and reassurance <3) (Also, anonymous off for a bit, sorry someone pissed me off)

Warnings: Mentions JM's crash ig (barely)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1416

Summary: The Reader knows Juan more than he knows himself.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You’ve always had this special connection with Juan. You could never explain it, but you just knew him. You were just very in tune with his emotions. It’s been that way ever since you met him many, many years ago, and it only amplified when you became official. You could tell when he was angry, sad, hurt, and overly happy with ease, but this…this felt different. 

It felt like absolutely nothing. Usually, there was a little buzz, but there was just nothing. Now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you felt the usual buzz. You hadn’t felt absolutely nothing since Juan was in his coma. You decided it would be best to take a break from your project and quickly call Juan. As far as you knew, he was in Indianapolis for his oval test through the end of the week. Then, he would go to Virginia for his IMSA race, and you would meet up with him in New York after your project was completed.

You just couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that something was wrong. You shut the lid of your laptop as you pulled out your phone to check where Juan was at an airport. 

An airport? Why was he at the airport? 

You immediately dialed his number and waited for him to answer.

“Pick up the phone, J,” You muttered as it felt like an eternity before he finally picked up.

He answered on the fourth or fifth ring, which already raised concerns since he usually answered on the first or second ring max, but when the call connected, he didn’t say anything.

”Hello? J?” You asked quietly into the speaker. You could hear breathing on the other end before you heard a sigh. “Hey, talk to me, J. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” He sighed, “nothing important, I guess.”

”If it’s making you upset, it is important, J,” You countered, “You just need to talk to me.”

”I got in a little crash during the oval test, “ Juan finally admitted after a few seconds of silence. “I hit the wall, and I feel like I let the team down.”

“It was your first oval test, no?” You asked, turning your phone on speaker as you walked around your room to pack a few extra things. You were already finishing up your project and planned to surprise Juan in Virginia for the race. You had already changed your flights, discussed with your boss to do the finishing touches remotely, and packed almost everything you needed. Obviously, minus your everyday things and a few toiletries. 

“Yeah, but I’ve raced on tracks where there’s tight limits before,” Juan complained, “It’s not like I shouldn’t know how to keep it out of the wall.”

“You’ve never just turned left,” You deadpanned, stopping and glaring at your phone despite knowing that he couldn’t see you. “I’ve never raced in an IndyCar, nor have I only turned left for 100 laps or whatever. I can say it’s probably not easy. The only other time you’ve raced in that car was the road course at Indianapolis, so you’re not exactly comfortable with it yet. And the courses are just different here. It takes time getting used to it.”

“Still, it sucks to bin it into the wall,” Juan muttered as he kicked his backpack lightly before looking up at the board to see his flight information and sarcastically chuckling, “And my flight to Virginia is delayed! Great!”

“At least that means you get to talk to me longer,” You joked lightly, and that broke a small chuckle out of him. “Ha! I knew that would work!”

“You know me too well,” Juan admitted, shaking his head with a small smile. “You always know what to say when I need you, even if we’re miles away.”

“Call me the JM whisperer, I guess,” You commented as you threw a couple of extra things into your suitcase. “I just know you better than you know yourself.”

“It’s scary sometimes,” Juan teased before sighing and leaning back in the airport chair. “What did you do today? I need to hear something random and normal to get my mind off this.”

“I saw a cat and found out his name was Jerry.”

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.”

“Thought so,” You quipped with a smile despite knowing he couldn’t see you. “I also worked on my project. We’re getting pretty close to finishing up. What time is your plane supposed to land in Virginia?”

“That’s good. It was supposed to be around 6, and I was going to meet up with Clem for dinner,” Juan explained. You already knew this. Clem was in on your plan and this ‘dinner with Clem’ was actually dinner with you. Clem had just taken the liberty of making a reservation under his name for you. Now that Juan’s flight was delayed, you actually might be able to see him at arrivals and not at the restaurant. “Not sure I’ll be on time now.”

“Clem can wait,” You joked offhandedly, “Serves him right for always being late.”

“You’ve got a point there,” Juan chuckled lightly. You kept up the mundane conversation as you got in a taxi and headed to the airport. Juan didn’t notice any differently, knowing that you were known to go on random drives while talking (hands free!) on the phone with him. “Where is your destination this time?”

“I don’t know yet,” You shrugged as you silently thanked the driver and grabbed your luggage from the boot, “When have I ever known where I’m going? I just go where the wind takes me.”

“Okay, well, I’ll let you go so you can find your way safely,” Juan teased as a few people around him lined up to start boarding. “We’re boarding now anyway, so I’ll text you when I land in Virginia.”

“Okay, be safe. I love you,” You responded as you got up to check in.

“Love you too,” He said before hanging up.

You made it onto your flight with no problem, and once in the air, you were flying, literally. Your flight was slightly ahead of schedule, and you knew you would have quite the buffer before Juan would land.

You disembark the flight and head to baggage claim to get your bag. It was easy to find before you checked in for your rental car. Clem had set you up, so you wouldn’t be relying on taxis, ubers or the team to go out. The line was a little long, but you had time to kill before Juan would land anyway.

Once you got the keys to your car and made sure it was in the car park, you moved back towards the entrance to baggage claim. You knew Juan had checked at least one bag with all of his racing gear, so you took a seat and propped your legs up on your suitcase as you scrolled on your phone.

It wasn’t long before you were alerted that Juan had landed, so you stood up to wait for him. You saw a wave of people walking toward you, and you spotted Juan immediately. He was looking ahead, not really registering what was in front of him with his headphones still on. With a laugh, you dialled Juan’s number. 

“Pick up the phone,” You chuckled as you watched him skeptically look down at his phone before changing to a smile as he picked it up. Without giving him the chance to greet you, you told him, “Look to your left.”

Slowly, Juan turned his head around before making eye contact with you. Time stopped as he ran over to you, almost trampling a few people in the process. His arms immediately went around your waist as he held you close and lifted you up a little as he planted his lips against yours lightly. He was clearly still tired from the test and the flight, setting you back down after a few seconds of holding you up.

“What are you doing here? The project…” Juan trailed off as you grabbed your bag and his hand, walking the two of you over to baggage claim.

“Is practically done,” You answered with a small nod, “Nothing that can’t be done remotely now, so I decided to surprise you for your race!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He chuckled, still not believing you were actually there with him. 

“That’s not a surprise, now is it?”

~~~~~

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Any chance for girlfriend!reader with Mick, where he takes her to a WEC race for the first time? sorry if too broad

So Romantic (Mick Schumacher X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Random Drivers

Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS AND I DONT WRITE HIM MUCH)

Warnings: Kinda mentioned fear of heights, proposal (ahh commitment!)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1615

Summary: Mick is so romantic during the 24 Hours of Le Mans.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You didn’t know what to expect when you agreed to go to an endurance race with Mick. Then, he asked you to come for the 24 Hours of Le Mans, and it suddenly became astronomically more stressful. 

You didn’t know anything about endurance racing other than the fact they it was longer-form racing and they change drivers at certain points. 

You didn’t know what would happen in between Mick’s stints or what you would be doing while he’s in the car. 

You walked into the paddock with Mick’s hand in yours as your eyes darted around. You wanted to see everything there was to see.

“Anything you’re looking forward to seeing?” Mick asked as he watched with amusement at your sparkling eyes, taking in everything.

“I heard Kool & The Gang and The Avener are playing during your stint, I think, so I might have to break out of the pits to go see that show,” You replied quickly as you started ranting about all of the things you wanted to see. “I also saw that there’s a Ferris wheel! We should totally do that when you’re not busy. It would be so romantic.”

“Oh, so romantic,” Mick added with a smirk as he led you to the Alpine motorhome, where you could drop off your backpacks for the night.

“Right!” You shouted before plopping onto one of the couches in the driver’s room. “And there’s other games I saw, so if I get bored in the garage, I might just sneak out.”

“And stop supporting me?” Mick gasped in mock offense as he sat beside you and threw his arm over your shoulders. “How dare you.”

“I will literally be wearing your name on my back,” You deadpanned, “And it’s not like you would want me to be too bored, now would you?”

“Oh, definitely not,” Mick played along, leaning his head against yours. “What else are you planning?”

“I could try to jump into commentary, see if they let me,” You started listing off on your fingers, “There’s an esports competition. I think I could channel my inner Schumacher and wipe the floor with the competition.”

“You’re basically a Schumacher at this point,” Mick interrupted. You paused, looking between him and your left hand suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to find this ring on my finger, but oh, wait!” You joked before gasping and turning to face Mick completely, “You haven’t proposed yet! That’s crazy, don’t you think?”

“I’m working on it, trust me,” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. It had become a running joke recently since Gina’s wedding. 

You had caught the bouquet and looked straight over to Mick. You weren’t even trying to catch it, opting to stand off to the side, but when the other bridesmaids started jumping for it, the bundle of flowers just found its way into your arms. You weren’t even paying attention until you suddenly felt something in your hands, and the way you lit up before running over to show Mick is something he will never forget. Ever since that moment, you began jokingly pestering Mick about it.

Mick would never tell you that he already had a plan and a ring. That would ruin the surprise.

The rest of the day was dedicated to media and practice for the most part. You explored the grounds while Mick had to go be the public figure and athlete that he is, and it flew by. You checked out the museum, ate some local cuisine, and went to a concert in between hyperpole sessions.

By the time Saturday came, you felt like the only thing you were missing was the Ferris wheel, so you dragged Mick to the track slightly earlier than he needed to be. You had your heart set on going on that Ferris wheel with him, and what better time than when the Road to Le Mans race was going on?

“I don’t think we have time,” Mick said, dragging his feet lightly as you continued pulling him toward the giant wheel. “Do we even have tickets?”

“I’m not an amateur!” You gasped, stopping suddenly and looking back at him. “I come prepared. I already paid.”

“I would have paid. You don’t need to spend money on me,” Mick immediately said as the two of you approached the Ferris wheel. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Just us ice cream or something after the ride,” You dismissed as you handed the attendant your tickets and climbed into the basket. You sat down and looked to see Mick standing back with the attendant for a second, so you held out your hand for him. “You coming or what?”

Mick looked at you in disbelief before shaking his head with a small laugh. He carefully stepped into the basket and sat across from you while the attendant closed the basket off and stepped back over to the control panel. Behind you, the attendant sent Mick a quick wink before sending the two of you off.

“Why’d you choose to sit across from me?” You pouted, glaring at him as you went up. “I don’t bite.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Mick said while pointing at you. 

“It’s my love language! What can I say?” You defended as you put your hands up in defense. “I just love you so much. I can’t express it any other way!”

“You’re crazy,” Mick said with a shake of his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“You’re right,” You agreed as you reached to grab his hand. “I am pretty lucky. I mean, you could’ve chosen anyone, and you chose me!”

“I would choose you a hundred times over if it meant I would be here with you,” Mick flirted shamelessly as he kissed the back of your hand.

“Oh my gosh,” You replied bashfully, “You’re making me blush. You’re so romantic!”

“All part of the plan,” Mick joked back. 

“El plan?” 

“Not that one.”

“Oh,” You muttered, thinking for a second before you felt the basket jolt to a stop. “What was that? What was that? What was that?”

“Calm down,” Mick tried to say as he grabbed both of your hands. “That is the worst thing to say to me right now,” You interrupted as you looked wide-eyed at Mick. “I didn’t realize I was afraid of heights until getting stuck at the top of a Ferris wheel.”

“Hey, just look at me for a second,” Mick comforted as he moved over to the other side to sit next to you. He kept one of your hands in his while he wrapped the other over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. “Just look out for a second.”

The sun was high in the sky, the cars were flying across the track, and the horizon was different from what you expected. You could hear the fans below cheering, some were winning the games, and some were shouting for their favorite drivers. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and of course, Mick was there with you.

“It’s amazing,” You said slowly as you let your eyes roam around. “Thank you for letting me be here with you.”

“Always,” Mick said quietly before moving back to the other side of the basket. At least that’s what you thought, but he stopped and kneeled just in front of you. “For the record, I don’t want this to be your only Le Mans. I want to take you to every race…every event, every city, every chaotic, loud, beautiful moment that comes with this life. You are my whole world, and I can’t see myself going anywhere without you.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You said in a higher-pitched voice as you flailed your hands a bit and looked up so the tears wouldn’t fall.

“I’m saying that you make all of this worth it,” He continued, grabbing one of your hands tightly as he reached back into his pocket slowly. “You make the wins feel better, the long flights shorter, and the losses less depressing. Truly, I knew I was going to marry you back when we first got together, but seeing you light up at Gina’s wedding solidified it for me.”

“You’re kidding me,” You whispered, covering your mouth with one hand as you squeezed his hand tighter while a couple of happy tears escaped your eyes.

“I think that leaves only one thing left for me to say,” Mick dragged on before slowly pulling the ring box out and holding it to you. “Will you marry me?”

“You’re so romantic, oh my gosh,” You cried, throwing your arms over him and dropping to the floor of the basket with him. You gave up trying to stop yourself from crying as you hid your face between his shoulder and neck. You nodded, suddenly unable to say anything else as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Hey, breathe please,” Mick chuckled, moving to pull you out of his shoulder. “Would putting the ring on make you breathe normally?”

Immediately, you started shaking your head as you took some deep breaths. Mick shook his head before lifting you to sit back on the seat. Then, he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. You didn’t even look at it before leaning forward to kiss him.

“How long have you had this planned?” You asked as you pulled Mick’s hand, so he would sit with you. You kept hold of his hand, moved it to wrap around your shoulder, and leaned onto his shoulder as the Ferris wheel started moving again.

“Honestly, since we got on the ride,” Mick admitted, “That’s what I was telling the attendant.”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

Hey would you ever write arvid teenage pregnancy?

Just something cute and fluffy, feel free to ignore

+Could you do an Arvid fic where everyone finds out he has a gf but he was never trying to hide it and everyone is super surprised by how sweet he is with her.thank youuu ~Anon

Who Are You? (Arvid Lindblad X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (i am IN LOVE)

Warnings: Aged up (takes place in 2026), unnamed asshole driver (mentioned as Arvid's friend and drives for Cadillac)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1195

Summary: Arvid's pregnant significant other decides to surprise him at a race.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

You hated the loud noises that came with watching races in person. As much as you loved your boyfriend, you just never wanted to be at a race track until you started doing some thinking. You knew that you wouldn't be able to travel soon enough, and this would be one of your only times to go to your favorite track. That’s when you decided to surprise Arvid.

He always set you up with paddock passes just in case you decided to show up. You never used them before, but there was a first for everything.

You got through the gates easily, but that’s about it. Pretty soon after getting passed the gates, you didn’t know where else to go. You knew he was in Red Bull, but he could be anywhere. Heck, you didn’t even know where the Red Bull garage was. 

You took a deep breath as you walked through the track before you saw someone you recognized from pictures. 

“Excuse me, can you point me in the right direction for either Arvid or the Red Bull garage?” You asked, moving to walk alongside the driver. Immediately, he stopped and looked at you skeptically before continuing to walk.

“Who are you?” He scoffed lightly as he side-eyed you. “Are you even supposed to be back here?”

“Yes, I’m allowed back here. I’m Arvid’s girlfriend,” You replied, struggling to keep up with him, “I know you’re one of his friends, and I would appreciate-”

“Arvid doesn’t have a girlfriend. Let alone a pregnant one. Get lost. Try finding someone else to take pity on you because it won't be me,” He snapped with a scowl as he turned off while you stood there in shock. You put your hands protectively around yourself, more specifically, your unborn child.

When you found out you were pregnant five months ago, you knew a lot of people would have things to say. You and Arvid were both young, but you were in it for the long haul. While neither of you planned this and wouldn’t trade it for the world, it did hurt to hear the snide comments some people would say to you just because you were going to be a teen parent. You came to always expect it when you started showing.

Still, it always hurt when someone threw it back in your face like that. 

You went off to the side, wiping at your eyes as you pulled out your phone. You didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but right now you needed Arvid. 

“Hey,” You heard someone shout your name. You looked up and scanned the people around you, trying to figure out who was calling you, when your eyes landed on two figures you recognized immediately. Kimi and Ollie were two people you met when Arvid was still in Prema for F3, and they were some of the only people who knew you and Arvid were together.

“Long time no see! You look great!” Ollie said as he came up to hug you. You let out a watery laugh as you wrapped your arms around him. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but congratulations!”

“Thanks,” You chuckled half-heartedly as you moved to hug Kimi, too. “Not to sound like I don’t want to see you guys or anything, but do you know where Arvid is? Or at least, his garage? I’m all turned around here.”

“Yeah, he’s actually with the other rookies right now,” Kimi answered, keeping his arm around you as he pointed off towards- somewhere you didn’t actually know where. “We can take you over there! We were actually just heading over there.”

“Does he know you’re here?” Ollie asked as they led you through the crowds. “I feel like he would’ve said something cause he can’t shut up about you.”

“No, but I wanted to surprise him for once,” You admitted with a shy laugh, dropping your head, “Not sure how often I’ll be able to visit him with the baby, but I also wanted to come to at least one of his rookie races, y’know? I feel bad. I didn’t feel bad about it until I met one of Arvid’s friends that he always talks about, and I realized that I never showed up. He flat-out asked me who I was and didn’t believe me, and it makes me think he deserves someone who can actually show up to his races and not freak out. Sorry for the trauma dump.”

“Listen, we have never seen Arvid happier than when he is with you,” Kimi comforted before switching his tone, “We may not have known him before you, but he is definitely better with you.”

“There’s my favorite people!” It didn’t take you more than a couple of seconds to register Arvid’s voice and his body running toward you. As soon as he reached you, he pushed Kimi and Ollie away from you. “Not you guys.”

“Wow, rude,” Kimi muttered as he walked off.

“Love you too, Arvid,” Ollie also muttered as he followed in step with Kimi.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” Arvid cheered as he wrapped his arm carefully around your waist and rested the other one on your tummy. “How are you feeling? You, not the baby.”

“Thank you for clarifying,” You joked as you rolled your eyes. “I’m good. I was just bored at home by myself. Thought I would use this time to actually support you before she comes.”

“She hasn’t been too much, has she?” Arvid questioned, dropping his eyes between you and your belly before poking it lightly. “You better not be causing problems.”

“No, she would never!” You gasped, pulling back and ‘hiding’ your baby belly from Arvid. “How dare you accuse her of such?”

“Hey, Arvid-” A new person stole your and Arvid’s attentions. It was the same guy from earlier. Just now, he was in a race suit with the Cadillac logo on it. He looked you up and down with a scowl before turning his full attention to you. “I thought I told you to get lost.”

“Why the fuck would you have said that?” Arvid snapped, immediately pulling you closer to him protectively. “I told you I have a significant other.”

“I didn’t think you would be with someone so…” He paused, looking you up and down once again.

“I would think twice about what you’re trying to say about my significant other and daughter,” Arvid growled. The friend looked between the two of you, confused but also not wanting to challenge Arvid.

“I didn’t realize you both were so irresponsible,” He muttered before walking off.

“Why do you even care? It’s not like it bothers you what we do in our lives. Who even are you?” You piped up, causing him to look back at you two. “I feel like Arvid would have mentioned having a pretentious asshole for a friend. Or maybe you just never showed your true colours. I bet your team and sponsors would love to hear about it.”

“I love when you clap back at haters,” Arvid chuckled as the other driver took off quickly. 

“Being pregnant has made me intolerant to stupidity.”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

Can you please write more Héctor x curvy readerr

Yeah, you got any ideas?

[bad268]

????

Mom, am I famous?

Also, it reloaded before I could screenshot it, but I'm known for my Hector Fort stories and curly hair readers? huh? I've done 1 curly hair reader and 3 Hector stories.

I'm confused. And scared.

[bad268]

Ahhh thank you so much for the rec mate <3<3

Harry ‘W2S’ Lewis Fic Recs

05/30/2025

⭒ Temptation by @pretendyoucantseeme

you’re a contestant on season two of inside. only the other six sidemen and your friend/co-contestant george know that you're dating harry, and they love making shit difficult for you, because why the hell not.

⭒ Casual? By @ldr13beaches

⭒ Drunken Confessions by @/ldr13beaches

⭒ drunk bingo by @candykissd

drunk bingo is a crazy time, especially when you're a lightweight. although, harry's there to take care of you.

⭒ jealousy, jealousy by @/candykissd

there'd always been some tension between the two, a flirtationship, if you will. and so, when someone shows interest in y/n at a friends party, harry's jealous side comes out to play.

⭒ My Winner. By @sdmnpact

⭒ Wroetoshaw Masterlist by @/sdmnpact

⭒ Comfort In You by @ahopefullwritter

You’re visiting London to do a shoot with the sidemen and have been having a hard time sleeping. Harry notices your tiredness and offers you his bed and himself to help you finally get some rest.

⭒ Comfort In You pt. 2 by @/ahopefullwritter

It’s the morning after you slept over at Harry’s and the line between being friends and being more has officially been crossed.

⭒ NETFLIX SPECIAL by @whoetoshaw

an episode of the sidemen documentary follows harry around his day to day life with you

⭒ Masterlist by @/whoetoshaw

⭒ Festival by @sillylittlegirlthoughts

⭒ Skippers by @/sillylittlegirlthoughts

⭒ YOUTUBER MASTERLIST by @myoddessy

⭒ More Than Just a Match by @maggie-readss

The Sidemen Charity Match 2025

⭒ Take a break by @clemswinecorner

When something’s off with Harry, there’s probably only one person that can make him feel better: his girlfriend.

⭒ I get satisfied by @/clemswinecorner

Chris’ camera woman- and by now, also the boys’ friends- and Harry get teased about their dating life. No one seems to notice they’re saying exactly the same, though.

⭒ Being w3s assistant for 24 hours (Calfreezy’s video) by @sidemenxyn

⭒ Pub crawl, (chips video) by @/sidemenxyn

⭒ Harry & Y/n moments caught on camera! By @/sidemenxyn

⭒ SIDEMEN BRUTALLY RANK MORE YOUTUBERS  by @wroetojaw

cozy day in with your boyfriend and watching the sidemen

⭒ 200 Y/o Cheesecake by @bad268

Harry joins your YouTube tutorial.

⭒ Laugh by @bad268

⭒ #mrsw2sslays  by @infictionalwonderland

the nation absolutely adores you. . oh yeah, and your boyfriend too.

⭒ Stay by @mrtelevisionlover

⭒ WROETOSHAW ☆ masterlist by @w2sology

⭒ under the sheets by @/w2sology

everyone knows that you and harry are together, yet no one really knows what goes on in your relationship. but when fans get little snippets, they can't help but fawn over you both.

⭒ Wag by @w2soneshots

after your boyfriend, Harry, played in the sidemen charity match and lost, you go back to your hotel room and make him forget all about the result.

⭒ #Instagram Au (02) by @zaynieinsanie

⭒ The mystery package by @natailiatulls07

⭒ Favourite person by @yourimagines

you are Harry’s favourite person

⭒ Summertime fun by @kar1nsworldx

The Sidemen + their gf’s go to a trip to Croatia, where the reader is from

⭒ You made it. By @buzzyb33

growing up together y/n dreamt day and night of being a musician, she played guitar and piano and adored everything about it, her and Harry went school together until year 8 when she moved all the way to Leeds, she never really left his mind.

⭒ The Wedding Bells of December by @sofiasworld00

Harry and reader at Ethan and Faiths wedding where one thing leads to another and the night ends with an engagement.

⭒ Confessions by @landonorrisscar

A video of you and Harry at Vikk’s wedding went viral and the rest of the boys are questioning you guys about it.

⭒ w2s as a munch by @propertyofwicked

⭒ Your words still haunts me in my dreams by @lovelynikol7

⭒ Untitled by @jeezybipsman

Harry being teased about his stutter by the boys and is now kinda embarrassed to speak to the reader

⭒ Harry Comforting reader by @/jeezybipsman

⭒ ANOTHER BLANKET by @lvrslvt3

reader is being harassed by a creepy man harry is a little too late to save her.

⭒ LOVE IS A CHOICE by @/lvrslvt3

harry’s insecurities causes the downfall of his own relationship.

⭒ BABYFEVER by @allywthsr

Y/N sees a TikTok from side+ and gets severe babyfever

[bad268]

Hi! I absolutely love your writing style, and i was kind wondering if you wouldn't mind writing something with hector fort, where reader is more on the curvier side. she is quite confident with her body as she loves to show it off, which he loves even more than her.

+My god hi! I'm wondering if the requests are still open. If so then I would like to ask for a hector fort x reader, where they would do the jacked and kind trend from TikTok. But also the reader can be more on the curvier side, since it really warms my heart how those girls in the videos were so happy after being lifted up without any issue. Thanks in advance!!! ~Anon

Jacked and Kind (Hector Fort X Curvy! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (I loved both of these and since they were similar, I combined them)

Warnings: Slight body comparisons

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1038

Summary: Hector and Curvy! Reader do the "Jacked and Kind" trend.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(Pinterest/it's also just hella cute lol)

You were standing in the kitchen, mindlessly scrolling through your feed. You were waiting for your dinner to cook and for Hector to come home from one of his many away games. You knew he finally had a break, so you wanted to treat him to his favorite dish.

You sent yourself down a rabbit hole as you watched more and more videos of the latest trend. It was guys, usually the boyfriend, lifting the girl onto their shoulder to a line from Sabrina Carpenter’s Slim Pickins.

Now, you would never say you were jealous about someone else’s body, but damn, did you wish it could be you. While you were on the curvier side (and very proudly so!), you did sometimes wish you could experience being lifted like some of these girls. It made you a little envious of how these guys easily lifted their girls. At the end of the day, you were happy in your body, and that’s the end of the story.

You were a little lost in your head when Hector came strolling into the kitchen with a smile on his face, expecting you to say something to him. When you didn’t, his smile faltered a bit, but he slowly walked up behind you, peering over your shoulder as you scrolled. One after another, you would sigh before moving onto the next one, like an endless cycle.

“That looks fun,” Hector commented, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder, gesturing to the current video. “Is that our next trend?”

“I doubt it,” You dismissed, acting like it was nothing, but Hector knew you. He caught the slight tremor in your voice as you watched another girl get lifted on the shoulder of her boyfriend. 

“Why’s that? Do you not want to?” Hector asked, wanting to get to the root of the problem. He moved his hand to rest on your chin to make you look at him, letting the sound replay while neither of you paid attention to it. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t think you could do it,” You admitted quietly, trying to avoid his eyes, but you couldn’t.

“Do you doubt my strength?” Hector questioned in a joking tone as he tilted his head at you. “I think I could do that easily!”

“I’m not exactly a twig, Hector,” You chuckled lightly, rolling your eyes. “It’s not exactly all on you.”

“I think you just need a leap of faith,” Hector trailed off, stepping back from you. 

“What do you mean?” You started to turn your head before you felt Hector’s hands on your waist. Your hands immediately went to his wrists, shouting, “Wait a minute!”

He lifted you easily and wrapped an arm around your legs to help to stay on his shoulder. Your hands immediately moved to try and hold onto his head while his other arm came up to hold your hand. 

“See? We can do it!” Hector cheered as he lowered you down slowly and carefully before spinning you around and holding you close to his chest. “You’re a natural. How are you so amazing?”

“I didn’t even jump! All of the other girls, even the really small ones, all jumped! How did you…” You ranted before trailing off as you looked straight into Hector’s eyes, and all you saw was love and affection. “You really are jacked and kind.”

“Well, thank you,” Hector blushed lightly, kissing you on the tip of your nose. “Now that we’ve settled that, how about we go out to dinner? As much as I love that you made my favorite, we can eat that tomorrow. I want to show you off tonight.”

“Before we do that,” You agreed, but grabbed his hand before he could get too far from you, “Can we do it one more time? This time we can record it?”

“We can do it as many times as you want,” Hector replied, coming back over to you and kissing you. “Where do you want to do it?”

“Can we go to that one restaurant by the park? We can do it there on our way,” You said after a bit of thought. When you remembered the park, you knew it would be the perfect place.

“Only if you wear those cute jeans I got you,” Hector teased as he wrapped an arm around your body to rest on your butt. 

“You are such a perv,” You teased, pushing him away as you spun around to leave the kitchen. “But okay. Take that out in five minutes while I change, please?”

“You trust me in the kitchen?” Hector joked, pointing to himself in accusation, causing you to laugh and roll your eyes again. “I think I can handle that.”

“Good,” You stated with a smirk as you slowly turned and walked out of the room. You ran up to your shared room to change out of your comfy, at-home clothes into the jeans Hector loved so much and one of your favorite shirts. You washed off your face, touched it up, and fixed your hair slightly before going back into your room to grab a jacket. You walked back into the kitchen to see Hector using a towel to fan the food. “What are you doing?”

“Making it cool quicker so we can leave?” Hector replied like it was common sense, looking back at you with a weird face before his jaw dropped. He threw the towel to the side as he slowly approached you. “Woah, look at you! You look gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?”

“This is a normal outfit,” You chuckled, shyly, “What do you mean?”

“You’re always gorgeous,” He shamelessly flirted as he held out a hand for you. “Ready to head out?”

“Ready,” You said with a nod, taking his hand. He immediately placed a kiss on your knuckles before turning you around, and urging you toward the door lightly after putting his hand in your back pocket. “What’s your hand doing there, mister?”

“I like these jeans on you. They make your ass look hot,” He replied shamelessly as he narrowed his eyes at you with no real heat. “I’m not apologizing for finding you sexy.”

~~~~~

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Idea Poll!

I have an idea for a Scream AU. Kinda a mix of the first movie and the storyline of Your Number's Up by Ice Nine Kills, idky I'm still making the outline

If you think anyone else fits this, let me know. These are just my first thoughts.