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Who’s ur pfp he cute

Pablo Gavi 🫶🏻

Fc Barcelona soccer player, def really cuteee ☺️

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to all y’all graduating, finishing a semester, thinking about starting school, leaving school, looking for a job, working, resting, improving, or trying every day to do whatever you can to be the person you want to be… I’m so proud of you, and I hope you are proud of yourself. it hasn’t been easy, but here you are, and you’re doing so good. I love you, keep it up, I know you can do this

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me and lu when ?

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latina reader

luigi’s favorite part of his day is not only coming home to you but also being apart of your nightly routine. luigi had convinced you that showering together was beneficial and plus it saved water! but he just secretly loved to attend to you and you did the same thing for him.

the feeling of your fingers combing his shampoo through his curls made his muscles relax, the tension on his shoulders and back went away immediately. you always asked about his day during these times, reminding him that you loved hearing every detail.

luigi always insisted on blow drying your every night and you always agreed, the sight of wearing your matching bath robes was your favorite. he always caught you watching him through the bathroom mirror, giving you a sweet peck to your pink lip every time.

but he absolutely loved when you wore your baby blue lingerie dress that was completely see through, and how your skin smelled of your sweet body wash. he was enamored of your bare face as well, kissing every single mole on your face.

before you, luigi had no type of night skin routine, but now he looks forward to feeling you on top of his hips as you spread your favorite coconut scented cream, massaging it into his skin. your bedsheets filled with each others scent.

everytime he gets complimented on his smell - he never fails to mention that it’s thanks to you.

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admiring…

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awwww you write danny so well Liv 🥹🥹💍💍🤍🤍

serendipity

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k

prompt: ❛ i'm telling you all of a sudden, but it isn't new with me. i love you. ❜

summary: fluff. in which daniel doesn’t bother to hide his feelings anymore.

a/n: for the lovely @katsu28! thank you so much for requesting <3

masterlist || be my valentine blurb event 💌

“If you don’t mind me saying, you two make a beautiful couple!” An older woman stops in her tracks to do a double take of you and Daniel dressed to the nines, blending in with the rest of the wedding guests decorated in black tie. Maybe it was the way you brushed a few bread crumbs from his beard or the way he draped his arm around the back of your chair during the meal that made you two appear like any other couple in the room.

“Us?” You question, looking around just to be sure her comment is directed towards you. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time someone made this mistake. “We’re not-”

“Why, thank you!” Daniel interrupts, giddy as ever as he raises his glass. “She is quite the beauty, isn’t she? Makes up for the two of us, I’d say.” Your heart flutters under his gaze, one that’s convincingly lovestruck. He gently squeezes your waist to drive it home, pulling you close.

“Oh, stop it. I don’t think anyone can look bad in Venice, must be something in the water.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, darling.” Daniel muses, turning his attention back to the woman as she smiles fondly. “So humble, this one.”

“You’ll have to excuse him, he’s still suffering from some whiplash and needs his eyes checked.”

“Please, my eyes have never deceived me when it comes to you. You’re stunning.” His tone is sincere, and if you didn’t know he was putting on a charade, you’d believe him. Still, your cheeks are growing undeniably warm, regardless if he actually means it or not. Daniel’s always been a flirt.

“Just trying to keep up with you.”

“Maybe you two will be next.” The woman wonders out loud, a playful glint in her eyes as she winks at Daniel, leaving the two of you to enjoy the reception. He doesn’t miss a beat, feeling no need to acknowledge what just happened.

You, however, can’t brush this one under the rug. “What was that about?”

“What was what about?” Daniel questions, playing clueless.

“Either I hit my head earlier or you just told that lady we’re a couple. You do realize you just lied to an old lady right?”

“I prefer the term method acting.” Daniel quips, all the more amused at your very unamused expression. “Come on, two great looking people together at a wedding? My jacket matches your dress? We’re not exactly avoiding the assumptions.”

“And that was purely coincidence, might I remind you.”

Daniel rolls his eyes playfully at your recollection of the morning. The look on your face when you first realized the matching colors was priceless. It won’t be the last stunt he pulls off, for now he’ll let you believe it really was a coincidence. “Oh please, you love it.”

You shrug, indifferent to what he’s insinuating. At least that’s what you hope he receives from it. Internally you wince every time you have to shut down his relentless positivity with another cold shoulder. “Your performance was convincing, I’ll give you that.”

“Just don’t wanna let anyone down. She’s not the first person to say something y’know, we might as well just accept our fate now.”

You avoid his eyes, finding the drink in your glass to be the safer of the two options. Whenever you do lock eyes with him, you can’t be held responsible for what you might say. Confronting the spark between you two has weighed on your mind, and heart, for more sleepless nights than you care to admit. Here and now, at your friend’s wedding, certainly isn’t the time to start.

–

The night stretches on and the mood is much lighter. Tears of joy for the happy couple have already been shed and the celebration was ongoing well into the night. Dinner was everything you expected it to be, each course more perfect than the last.

Daniel had been asked to give a toast in the upcoming weeks of the grand event. Not that he was the smoothest speaker to ever hold a microphone, but his humor was undeniably perfect for every crowd and setting.

He was rarely at a loss for words. For this speech in particular, when he tried to picture the moment and sit with his thoughts, he realized he had none. It may have been the first time he was truly out of his league. Ask him to write a speech about racing and the intensity that comes with it? No problem. Writing about love, in its truest and most passionate form? That poses a greater challenge.

Scribbled on the notecards tucked away in his suit jacket are a few quotes from philosophers or books he’s read, hoping one will inspire some profound words.

When the microphone finds him, Daniel takes one good look at you smiling back at him, and drops the cards on the table. A rush of confidence flows through his veins, telling him that he may not be so hopeless after all. He takes a deep breath and greets the room.

“I’ll be honest, when the bride and groom asked me to give a speech on their big day, my immediate response was ‘Are you sure’?” Light laughter falls over the crowd, putting him at ease.

“I’m no expert, but when I think about why we fall in love, the answer is simple. We fall in love when the idea of spending the rest of our days alone with someone feels more like paradise instead of a punishment; when we wake up and fall asleep to the thought of them, and happily let them run through our mind every hour in between.”

Everyone in the crowd lovingly gazes at their person. Daniel notices that your eyes have remained fixed on him this whole time. He feels himself blushing, and smiling at you before continuing.

“The way I see it, falling in love is this feeling of unwavering commitment, of being unwilling to give up on someone no matter how much they beg you to. It’s knowing that even if your love is never reciprocated, you’d still feel like the luckiest person on planet Earth, knowing they hold a place in your heart no one else ever could. Loving somebody, to me, means accepting that you couldn’t un-love them even if you tried.”

Daniel catches your eyes and they sparkle, whispering everything you wish to say back to him. A pause lingers over the crowd. You wonder if anyone else can hear your heart beating out of your chest. Under Daniel’s gaze, it feels as though you’re the only two left in the room.

He turns towards the bride and groom once again to end his remarks. “It’s for all those reasons that we’re here celebrating today. My deepest congratulations to the happy couple, may your love story never end.” Daniel raises his glass of champagne and everyone else follows suit, cheering loudly.

The bride and groom beam with joy, tears in their eyes as they resonated with every word he spoke. Everyone in the room had someone they thought about, someone they picture standing across from at the altar, hands held while they swear to keep their promises. The more Daniel went on, the more you realized that for you, it’s him. By the way he was looking at you, you have a pretty good idea that he was thinking of you, too.

Daniel shares an embrace with the bride and groom as they thank him for his heartfelt words. If they only knew the speech didn’t come from those notecards left discarded on the table. Daniel’s speech came straight from the heart, purely inspired by the burgeoning love he feels for you. Other guests sing his praises as he walks past their tables as he makes his way back to you. Romantic notes of the piano pick up from where they left off, and the floor opens up for guests to dance their night away. It gives him the perfect segway, unsure of how you’ll. If you react at all, that is.

“Congratulations, Plato. That was a pretty great speech.”

“I felt inspired,” He charms, extending his hand for you to take. “May I have this dance?”

Your lips curl into a smile, letting him lead you to the dance floor. “Do you even have to ask?”

Daniel shakes his head. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Deflecting by speaking in sarcasm and responding with rhetorical questions.” Something that admittedly drives him crazy, for better and for worse. “Why do you do that?”

“Why do you wanna know?” He gives you a pointed look, silently telling him that you’ve just proved his point. “Oh. I don’t know, maybe it’s easier for me that way. To imply how I feel because I can’t say it.”

The music is soft and the way Daniel holds your body to his… it's intimate. Like you could bare your deepest secrets to Daniel and leave it here in the ballroom once the song’s over. Insecurities only seek to discourage, they’re little reminders that this music isn’t for you. This night of romance doesn’t belong to you and Daniel, two friends that have blurred the lines so many times that they now cease to exist.

The last thing Daniel wants to do is rush you or scare you off. It’s a shame that he doesn’t think more before he speaks. “Do you ever get tired of keeping it in? Not saying what’s really on your mind?”

“Not always. I’d say it’s better to keep people guessing, never let them know my next move. I’m sure you know what that’s like.”

“Am I just ‘people’?” He questions. His tone is soft and smooth, not accusatory in the slightest. It’s what makes Daniel so easy to talk to, even when it hurts. You never have to hide from him, he’s always waiting for you with open arms.

“No, you’re not just ‘people’, but I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Are we talking about me or you? Because I’m pretty sure this entire party knows that I’m madly in love with you. I think you might be the last one to realize.”

You freeze, and instinctively feel like taking a step away. “We’re at a wedding, Daniel. Love is in the air. You’d kinda have to be a psychopath to not let your heart soften when you’re around all of this.”

“Has yours softened? Is that what I saw in your eyes when I gave my speech?”

“I guess I’m just surprised to hear you talk all romantic like that. If there weren’t about a hundred witnesses here I wouldn’t believe it.” You giggle and he smiles at your joke, knowing that you’re absolutely right. This wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence for him.

“Well, believe it. I’m telling you all of a sudden, but it isn’t new with me. I love you.” Daniel pauses, gauging your reaction. “You don’t have to say it back. I’m still the luckiest man in the world, remember?”

They say actions speak louder than words, and the way you kiss him says more than you can express in this moment. It’s not the first kiss you’ve shared, and Daniel is relieved in knowing that it won’t be the last. He kisses you back, and this time it means something. It’s a chance at having more than you ever thought possible. Less of keeping your love locked away and more accepting what’s been here all along.

“It’s not new with me either. I love you too, Daniel.”

“If I knew that was coming, I would’ve said it sooner.”

“Don’t be smug.”

“I’m not, just happy.” Daniel shows off that signature smile, one that won’t be erased anytime soon. The maid of honor interrupts your moment, asking for all of the men to clear the floor. “Now go, it looks like you have a bouquet to catch.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise at his boldness. Then again, the Daniel you love has never been one to back down from being unabashedly himself. “You mean you want me to catch it? You know that means we’re next right, are you sure you can handle that?”

Daniel lets his fingers trail down your arm as he backs away, bowing slightly and planting an affectionate kiss to your hand. He’ll be gone before you can scold him any further for what he’s about to say.

“With any luck, we will be.”

💌: i miss danny so much 🥲 feel free to request more from my blurb event here! comments and reblogs are always appreciated :)

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okay omg I loveee thisss 🥹🥹🥹

the arguing & and the reconciliation has my heart 🫶🏻

you did so amazing livvy 🤍🤍🤞🏼

if tomorrow never comes

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k

prompt: ❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜. based on this request.

a/n: i’m having so much fun writing these requests! thank you to everyone requesting :)

masterlist || be my valentine blurb event 💌

“When do you think you can be here, Carlos?”

His voice is tight on the other end of the line, knowing that you won’t like the answer. “An hour. Ninety minutes tops.”

You want to scream out and repeat his answer back to him so loudly that he can hear from the balcony of your shared apartment. It’ll let all of Monaco know how ridiculous he sounds. The flight attendant’s presence at the other end of the cabin helps you keep your composure. “And you’re sure that’s it? One hour?”

“Yes cariño, I promise.”

“Don’t call me that when I’m annoyed with you.”

“Can’t help it.” Carlos smiles cheekily, you can hear it in his voice. You can’t help but roll your eyes, feeling that he’s not taking you seriously. Postponing time spent together, sometimes venturing into canceling dates altogether, was becoming too frequent for your liking. But patience had to be your strong suit dating Carlos. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Yeah. See you soon.” You end the call abruptly, leaving him to a last minute business meeting while you’re sitting here, awaiting your boyfriend on the private jet he has abandoned. Then again it would only be considered abandoned had he shown up on time to begin with.

He’d returned home from training yesterday exhausted as ever, yet reassured you with the promise that you two would spend a few days on a quiet getaway for your anniversary. Just the two of you, alone together. A trip you’d been planning for weeks now, with the need to make it an anniversary you’d always remember. If getting away was what it took to get Carlos to relax again, to be with you free of any distractions from work, you’d do that.

Carlos regards his career with a dedicated spirit, diligently organizing his schedule to make sure nothing falls between the cracks. His training, his sponsorships, his future at Williams… As badly as he feels to leave you waiting, duty calls. A last minute Zoom meeting with a new sponsor held him back at the apartment for longer than he anticipated. While most people have already resigned themselves to the fact that they can’t have it all, Carlos Sainz is not most people. He’ll either have everything, or die trying. It’s one of the many traits you love about him. Your heart aches at the thought of it being what tears you apart.

“Champagne?” The flight attendant offers you the drink, one of two that was meant for your celebratory toast with Carlos to kick off your anniversary trip.

“Thank you, it’s been a long day.” The flight attendant gives you a sympathetic smile, watching you down the drink with no effort. If this keeps up, it’ll be a long weekend too.

–

Once Carlos finally joins you on the plane, his ask for forgiveness is difficult to deny. He brought you a bouquet of flowers so large they took up their own seat on the plane, and he hadn’t stopped showering you with love since he arrived. Something about making up for lost time, he���d mumbled into your ear when you questioned his overwhelming affection. The colors of the flowers tied in beautifully with your outfit; Carlos was sure to capture it with a few photographs.

His attention to detail was another thing that you loved about him, it drew you in everytime. When you’re together like this, free of the outside noise, you wish it could last forever. Always on the other end of the phone or outside the airplane window is something ready to whisk him away. Ideally, an anniversary spent with him would consist of a lazy morning making breakfast together, simply basking in each other’s company.

His company was hard to enjoy when you were barely experiencing it, now sitting alone at your anniversary dinner hours later. Your mood turned sour when Carlos excused himself to take a call, walking away from the table before you had a chance to express your distaste. The tension that had been simmering between you two was bound to bubble over once again as Carlos returned to your table with a guilty look, phone to his ear as he ended his call with his cousin/manager.

You didn’t bother to look up, taking your anger out on your meal instead, poking and prodding the food with your silverware. It was a delicious meal that did nothing to deserve a brutal assault by fork and knife, ruining its picturesque presentation.

“Mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“Did you know that the more you say those words, the more they lose their significance each time?”

He sighs, running a stressed hand through his dark hair. “You know the kind of pressure that I’m under right now, cariño. How much this year has worn on me in general. Please, I just need you to be a little more-”

“Understanding? Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of that lately.” You cut him off harshly, and the look you give him across the table is worth flinching from.

“You have. And I feel terrible, but it won’t last forever.” He attempts to soothe your worries, reaching for your hand. You don’t accept or deny his touch, you’re just still. It sends a shiver down his spine.

“You’re right, Carlos. It won’t last forever. You’ll make sure of it.”

“What do you mean by that? You think we’re going to break up?”

“I’m saying that if you don’t make time to nurture our relationship, there won’t be a relationship left! I’ve been here, Carlos. For you, for us, while juggling my own life and career, so don’t tell me it’s impossible. There was a time when you balanced it all before, when you weren’t working yourself to the bone because you decided you have something more to prove to the world.”

“I’m trying to balance everything, but it’s not always going to be smooth sailing. You know it’s not easy.”

“I know it’s not. I don’t need it to be, but I miss the days when you felt like our relationship was worth making time for. When I wasn’t the last of your priorities.”

“Maybe I miss the days when you understood that I’m not always going to be available for you 24/7.” Carlos rants, feeling defensive at how this time, the gloves are off, you’re finally letting Carlos feel the weight of the burden you’ve been carrying– loving enough for the two of you. Your pounding heart reminds you that it’s impossible to carry on like this. Something has to give. “Do you realize how much time I’m spending away from training to be with you? Is that not making time for our relationship?”

Tears prick your eyes in frustration, the air suddenly feeling warmer than before. Your nervous system begs you to get out of there, to leave the conversation before either of you say something you’ll regret. If it hasn’t been said already. “You still don’t get it, do you? I don’t even need any of this! I just want you! I remember the days when that wasn’t too much to ask for.”

Your hand has long dropped his, and Carlos’ eyes widen in panic as he watches you move out of your chair. “Amor, stay. Please, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Confliction moves through you like a strike of lightning, torn between staying to talk it through or taking a moment of space, after pouring out the feelings you’d spent so much time locking away. The last straw is when your waiter approaches your table, holding a small cake in his hands. On the top of it is a picture of you and Carlos together on your first anniversary, more content and in love than ever. A candle burns on the cake and wax melts down the sides, resembling the tears that wish to fall. Carlos’ eyes plead with guilt, begging you to stay and forget. Smile and pretend that right now, you’re still that happy couple printed on the cake.

Instead, you throw your napkin to your plate. “I need some air.”

–

Carlos watches you go, he doesn’t stop you. A timeout will do you both some good right now. He tries to tell himself that it’s not that bad. Couples fight. But he sits there, sullen, knowing that he’s fucked up this time. His heart burns as he stares at the picture of you two on the cake. It’s unbearable, and that little surprise he orchestrated now feels like a pointed joke at his expense. He blows out the candle and the light goes out. But closing his eyes won’t help his fear of the dark. Even he can’t run from this.

He finds you outside of the restaurant, sitting on a bench, staring down into the renewing waters of the fountain. It’s mesmerizing, the way you can drown in the sight and get lost in the calming sound. He slides his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I just have a lot on my plate. But that’s no excuse to put our relationship on the backburner. I’m so, so sorry.” Carlos presses a chaste kiss to your temple, and feels comforted by how you subtly lean into his space. It’s a step. “I love you, and I’m going to listen to you. I want to make this better because there’s not a life for me without you in it. I need you, cariño. I want to be with you, always.”

“I’ve felt so disconnected from you lately and being here on our anniversary, reminded of all the happier times we’ve shared, I just… that scares me. I’m scared we won’t get back there if there’s any more distance between us.”

“I should’ve seen it sooner. The truth is, I am able to do what I do because you’re always there. You support me when things are up, when they’re down. When I lost my seat, when I got sick with appendicitis, when I won races… you’re there for it all. I took you for granted thinking that I could give everything I have to my career, when it’s you who deserves it.”

“You do give it everything, but I think you’ve lost sight of things a little bit. Usually you give me everything you have too, I mean the little cake with us on it… I love that you did that for me, Carlos. I’m only so upset because I love you too.”

Those words haven’t stopped echoing in his mind. He swears he’ll engrave them into his brain forever, as long as you’re happy. “Maybe I have been overcompensating a little bit, feeling pressure to make things perfect in my career. The year has been difficult, but I couldn’t have gotten through without you.”

You kiss his cheek, warming up to his affectionate words. He’s sincere, he truly means them. “You’re more than enough, Carlos. Just the way you are. Weathering the storm isn’t always easy but there’s nobody else I’d rather be with either.”

“Can we start over?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

“I have an idea. Should I throw my phone into the fountain, cariño? You’ll have my undivided attention for days.”

“Tempting, but no. Keep your phone dry, my love. Would you be opposed to going back to the villa? Enjoying the rest of the night in?”

Carlos wiggles his brows, as he recognizes that familiar glint in your eyes. One that shimmers with hope and longing. “We do have a pretty sweet cake being boxed up as we speak.”

“Maybe we can light the candle again? I promise I won’t leave the room this time.” Your hearts soar at the thought of blowing out your candle together, hands held as you make a new promise to each other. The past years together have been bliss and the rainbows have always shined through the cloudy skies. The next years together, you will wish for the same and even more.

“Anything for you, cariño. Happy Anniversary.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving you with no choice but to cup his jaw and bring your lips to his. The cool breeze outside is no match for either of you– you’ve got your love to keep you warm.

“Happy Anniversary, Carlos.”

💌: thanks for reading! reblogs & comments are very much appreciated :)

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pedri really said gavi is one of my top 5 midfielders but he might be clinically insane

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Love the sneaking around!! Can’t wait to ready more anns 😝🫶🏼🫶🏼

note: i wanted to use the sleepover to start writing for some new characters, one of those being anakin skywalker so here's is my first writing for him! hope you like it and i managed to slip in the "not here." "yes, here" line as well :)))

prompt: “are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?”

warnings: not proofread, jedi!reader

❀ masterlist ❀ - come join the february sleepover ୨♡୧

throughout the entire council meeting, anakin kept his eyes on you. you could feel it. you could sense it. but you ignored it as best you could.

once the meeting was dismissed, you slipped out of the room first since you were near the door. anakin was on the opposite side of the room so you didn’t expect him to make it to your side as quickly as he did.

“you make things difficult, you know,” you stated calmly as you turned down a hall in the temple.

"i wouldn't say that," anakin spoke lowly as he tilted his head toward yours. "being near you doesn't feel difficult. it actually feels quite easy."

you held back an eye roll before turning into the jedi archive room. "you know what i mean," you whispered before disappearing between the shelves. "when we're here," you said quietly, making sure you weren't overheard, "we're jedi, nothing more. you have to remember that."

"but it's the day of love. are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?" anakin asked, his face very close to your own.

you let out a gentle sigh and shook your head. "not here."

his smirk grew as his lips neared yours. "yes, here."

just before he could actually kiss you, you sensed a presence nearing. thinking quickly, you used the force to push anakin back a few steps and pulled down a file from the shelf behind him, causing it to hit the floor. just as you knelt down to pick it up, master sinube walked by the end of the shelves you were between. he nodded his head in greeting at both of you to which you nodded right back as you picked up the dropped file.

"i think you dropped this?" you asked anakin, playing the role you'd assigned yourself to distract master sinube from what was actually transpiring between you and anakin.

anakin fell into his role just as easily. "yes, thank you," he replied while master sinube walked on, the click of his cane hitting the floor following him.

you blew out a breath before looking up at anakin. "my quarters. see you there?"

anakin's smirk soon made a reappearance when he nodded. "i'll have rex cover for us."

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omg hi guys!! it's been so long!

new username alert 🚨🚨🚨

ALSO just updated all the links to my masterlist bc they weren't working (which I'm pretty sure is bc of the user change!)

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goodness gracious 😩❤️‍🔥 need him asap fr!!

COPA DEL REY | VALENCIA CF v FC BARCELONA february 6, 2025

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🌳 first date with steve rogers :)

hi sweetie!!

Thanks for always sending in these amazing ideas 💛

It's always a pleasure to be at your service 🥰

Steve never thought he'd ever be in the dating realm again after waking up in a new century, but the universe never seizes to surprise him 

He had finally grew the courage to ask you out

Steve had always thought you were one of a kind, ever since his eyes caught the sight of you

You two were neighbors, apartments across from one another 

You were always so welcoming and sweet to him & he truly appreciated the kind gesture

The two of you somehow always seemed to bump into each other. Whether it was coming in or out of your apartments, or down the hall, even at the cafe down the street. 

It was always relieving talking to one another. Steve was always overstimulated with his newest discovery of life: with the technology, thoughts of his past, trying to fit into the new world, the so called avengers, it was all too much for him whether he admitted it or not. 

But when he talked to you, all those thoughts and feelings somehow went away. You didn't treat him like the others, like he was some sort of experiment. You treated him normally. Yeah that's what it was. Everyone treated him like an exhibit at the zoo or museum, just being watched and observed. Not like just Steve Rogers. 

But you didn’t and it was like a breath of fresh air for him. 

Steve was like no other man you had ever met. He was respectful, genuine, and … nice? Nice, is an odd way to put it, but Steve was nice. Being nice seems like the bare minimum but nowadays you never know with people, especially guys. But, with Steve you can just feel it: his warmness. It was pleasant whenever you had an encounter with him. He always made you feel special, not that he ever realized it, but he did. 

His small gestures are ones that aren’t around anymore. He’s a rare jewel, it makes sense since he’s from the 40’s. Whenever he held the door open for you at the cafe or when walking in or out of the building, helping you carry the groceries into your apartment, bringing in your mail from the lobby, even that one embarrassing moment when you couldn’t seem to fix the leaking pipes in your apartment and Steve came to the rescue. 

You two had bumped into each other again, you were about to walk into your apartment after wishing him a good night, when he had called out your name. 

You turned around, watching him in curiosity. 

He was grasping his door with one hand, face perplexed, before speaking out 

“Do you want to maybe go out sometime?” He choked out, nervously. His eyes met with yours before they roamed away, again. “Converse over some coffee down at the cafe instead of these short run ins we always seem to have?” 

You stood across the hall from him, smiling, admiring his courage. 

You were about to accept his offer when he spoke out again. 

“Unless of course you wouldn’t want to-” He quickly said, before you interrupted him. 

“I would really enjoy that, Steve. It’s a date!” 

You closed the door behind you, sending him a silent goodbye

The next day, at the prompt time. Steve knocks on your apartment door and to your surprise, you open the door to him holding rose-pink colored roses adorned with baby's breath, both wrapped in pink paper. 

You gasped in awe at the sight. Such a gentleman. What did you expect? 

“You look wonderful, Y/N!” Steve smiled as his eyes caught yours. 

“Thank you, Steve. Likewise.”

“These are for you.” He said, handing you the roses. 

“Steve, you didn’t have to!”

He watched as you blushed, taking in the flowers. 

“They’re beautiful!” You admired them as you went in to smell them. “Thank you.”

“Of course, anytime.” Steve charmingly smiled

You both sat across the street at the cafe’s outdoor seating

The waitress came and took the orders

Conversations came and flowed easily 

You two talked about your families, hobbies, life stories, current endeavors 

When the bill came, hence your disagreement, Steve took care of the bill

Not that you didn’t want to be taken care of by a man, but more of the fact that you didn’t easily fall into it

Which Steve was surprised by but impressed. Girls from the 40s expected the man to be the one who took care of everything, not that Steve disagreed. But he never had a woman offer to pay for herself. He admired your independence. 

“Would you like to go out on a walk around the city?” He offered as you two finished up your meals

You nodded happily, wanting to spend more time with him

The city never looked so different until Steve showed you the ins and outs of the city from back in the 40s.“There used to be a local bakery here.” 

As the sunset came closer, Steve brought you two to a spot in the city that overlooked the water and bright buildings. 

The water swifted with the light breeze, reflecting the orange from the sky

“It’s really pretty out here!”

Steve inched closer to you as his hand grazed over yours

“May I?”

You turned over to face him, nodding. 

His hand, bigger than yours, grabs a hold of yours, intertwining them. 

You both blushed 

“I enjoyed my time with you today, Y/N. I would like to keep getting to know you, if that’s possible.” He let out, his blue eyes fixated on you, awaiting your response. 

“I would love that!” You confessed, leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek, which shortly after turned pink

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[marjorieswrld]

🌸 hi babes! could i request “I swear if I see another fucking bee, I am going to lose it!" with Rafe? <3 (where maybe one of them gets stung lmao 😭)

Hi! My sweet sweet liv!! 

Omg and tell why in between takes of writing this I got stung for the first time on my hand 😭

haha I love this, livvy <333 enjoy!!

Second Person Pov:

In the Cameron’s estate, where the sun shined brighter, was the eldest Cameron boy and his lover Y/N. 

They sat out on the grand grassy front yard, basking in the warmth of the beautiful Outer Banks’ weather. 

The boy had ordered pizza, which was laid out on their picnic blanket, where also sat the baked goods they had just taken out of the oven. 

“These brownies are phenomenal!” Rafe boasted with a mouthful, making you chuckle as you looked at your boyfriend groaning. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, smiling at his foolish nature. 

“Don’t roll your eyes! You know it’s true and don’t get me started on those cookies!” He moaned again. 

“Rafe, you didn’t even want to bake them in the first place!” You remarked at him. 

“Yeah, because they’re better when you make them,” He says, in a matter-of-fact tone. 

Reader’s Pov: 

“Yeah but I just wanted you to help me,” I softly pout, looking into his honey colored eyes. 

“You mean you just wanted me to be there with you!” Rafe reiterates, as he teasingly wraps his arms around my waist bringing me in, closer to him. 

“Yes, precisely my point,” I smile blushingly in his embrace, as I let out a laugh. 

He laughed into my neck, causing it to tickle my skin. The butterflies in my stomach erupting in my stomach, due to our sweet encounter. 

“You’re so cute.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss randomly on my neck with his plump soft lips. 

“You know I was thinking the exact same thing about you!” I smiled, turning my face to face him. 

My eyes met his as I leaned in to press my lips against his. Both of our eyes shuttering closed as our lips connected. 

His arms traveled down my waist, lowering them above my hip, as he tightened his grip. 

I placed my hands on the sides of his face, softly caressing his skin, as our lips enjoyed each other’s touch. 

When suddenly we heard a loud bug buzzing right by our ears, both of us shooting up off the ground immediately. 

I started lightly waving air by my ear, shaking off the abrupt scare. 

“What the fuck was that? A bee?!” Rafe shouted in agony. 

“Babe, I think we’re okay,” I laugh as I watch his annoyed frustrated mood.

“Ugh, so fucking gross!” He grunted, touching and wiping the area of his face where the bug was near. 

I chuckled at his highly maintenced nature. 

“You’re okay,” I whispered, grabbing ahold of his hand, peppering kisses over his knuckles.

His attention focused on me now. 

“Okay,” He whispered, longly looking into my eyes. 

I smiled sweetly at him and led us to sit back down. 

I see that Rafe was leaning towards our fruit bowl when he yells. 

“No fucking way!” He yells angrily, looking at the food.

I follow his gaze to see the bowl full of buzzing bees. 

“Rafe!” I yell as I see him waving his arms trying to smack them away. “Babe, you’re going to get them angry!”  

The bees suddenly started buzzing louder and their speed quickened. 

I stood up afraid of getting stung. 

“It’s fine baby. Hold up,” He confidently says as he gets up still trying to get them to leave. 

“So it was a bee earlier!” He grunts, getting closer now that the bees are away. 

I reluctantly sat down by him. 

“I thought you were going to get stung, Cameron!” I sassily say, rolling my eyes. 

He pouted looking at the strawberries. 

“Now they’re all ruined,” He sulks with a frown. 

I chuckled at his babiness. 

“Ahh!” He grunts lifting his arm only to find a bee stuck in between his skin. 

”You fucking little bitch!” He grunts, flicking it off. 

“Babe, I told you!” I proclaimed. 

“That’s not helping, Y/N!” He growls, looking over at me and back down at his palm. 

“Here,” I say, grabbing his hand. 

I take a look at the stinger left behind from the bee, softly pressing at the skin, and lastly pulling it out. 

I look up at Rafe, only to see him looking at me like I’m God. 

“You never cease to amaze me!” He deeply says.

“Well next time listen to me! Now come on, I have to find some ointment!” I roll my eyes, as I get up. 

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[marjorieswrld]

everyone go support my sweet sweet liv’s valentines blurb event!! 🫒🫶🏼❤️‍🔥

be my valentine… 💌

a goldenroutledge blurb event!

i haven’t done a blurb event in forever (literally 4 years), and i figured it would be great for inspo as i’ve been wanting to write more for f1!

requests are open for carlos sainz, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo, lando norris, & lewis hamilton.

in your ask, please include: a driver + a plot idea or even a song so i know what vibe to go for!

here are some prompt lists that might help:

(1) fluff & angst. (2) angst. (3) fluff.

happy requesting! 💌

p.s. requests don’t have to be valentine’s themed.

tagging some moots who might want to request! love y’all :,) @pickingupmymercedes @emchante @yearneir

[marjorieswrld]

my queen is backkk!!! 👑 missed you more than ever girly 💕💕

february sleepover

OPEN UNTIL SATURDAY, FEB 8TH AT 11:59 PM EST

she's back :)

who am i if not a fan of a good sleepover? we all love them lol there’s no real reason other than just for fun but there will be some valentine's and regular prompts as well so we’ve got a variety and you are also more than welcome to send in your own ideas/concepts too! let’s get into the rules and prompts and get this thing started

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rules

please check my request faqs & guidelines before making a request as well as who i write for. if you want me to write for someone new, just ask me before sending in a request but everyone on that list is fair game

when requesting, you can either copy and paste the prompts or put the letter of the list and the number of the prompt together (ex: b1 is "you have a date? how much did you pay them?" because it’s the first prompt from the b list) if you don’t want to use a prompt from below, you can always send in your own concept/scenario

if you request for a sam, steve, or jonathan, please include their last name so i know which to write for. if it’s sent on anon without a last name, then i’m going to pick one

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prompts

list a - valentine's list by trope (if you don't copy and paste the prompt for this one, please specify which trope you are pulling the prompt from)

list b - valentines enemies to lovers

list c - valentines dialogue & scenarios (if you don't copy and paste the prompt for this one, specify dialogue or scenario)

list d - injury

list e - body language descriptions

list f - one bed

list g - quiet acts of love

* = let me know which section you’re pulling from if you don’t copy and paste the prompt and use a letter/number combo instead

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[marjorieswrld]

Get To Know Me Tag :)

thanks for thinking of me and tagging me, my angel @valstranquility! love you girl smmm <333

last song listened to: shut up my mom's calling (sped up) by hotel ugly (current song on my spotify but it just switched to mala by peso pluma🤭)

last movie watched: cinderella (watched it w my lil sister haha)

currently watching: outer banks (ik it's late don't hate me😫), swat (oooo I love Street😍)

currently reading: red, white, and royal blue (haven't finished it though 🥲) last book I finished was the spanish love deception (which was 😙🤌)

currently obsessed with: Luigi 😫, Pablo Gavi, Kenyan Yildiz, sleeping late/waking up late (I'm on break rn leave me alone 😂), new starts!

Happy News Years everyone!!! Last time I posted was in April!!! but I have a Rafe Cameron completed draft & a Steve Rogers moodboard w headcanons if ya'll want to see those :)))

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[marjorieswrld]

my bestie fr created the most wholesome charles fic🤞🏼🤞🏼

ELODIE'S FIRST RACE - CL16

pairing: dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader

summary: baby leclerc has finally reached the age you and charles agreed she would be when attends her first formula 1 race.

notes: first time writing in first person in a long time, let me know how you like it. as always please excuse any errors or inaccuracies.

GOOD LUCK CHARM AU

You and Charles decided that when baby Elodie reached 10 months she would attend her first race. That race just so happened to be the Monaco Grand Prix. 

Charles was ecstatic that his baby girl would be in the paddock for his home race. Elodie was curious about everything at this age. She was beginning to show interest in all things and people around her. 

This race would be extra special for Charles and his family, but simultaneously it was filled with sadness and longing. Charles wished for nothing more than to have his entire family there with him. He would cherish this race and the many more his children would attend deeply.

The morning of the race was filled with smiles and anticipation for the day ahead. 

“Good morning, ma chérie,” Charles said, picking Elodie up from her crib. “Are you excited for today?” Elodie gives him a gummy smile, her small teeth poking through. She has no idea what is happening today but she will always smile at her favorite person. 

“What should we wear today? You wanna wear red for Papa? Hmm?” 

Charles changed Elodie into a red dress. There was no way he was going to let her come to the race in anything but Ferrari red. 

“Come on, let’s go see maman.”

They walk to the kitchen where you were making breakfast. You see Charles walk in with your daughter and send them a beaming smile. 

“Hi baby. You look so gorgeous,” you say, walking towards them and giving Elodie’s cheeks multiple kisses. 

“We are ready for the day,” says Charles. 

“Good. Everyone will be here soon.” 

The plan was for the entire Leclerc family to walk in together. Charles wanted you and Elodie to have someone with them at all times. 

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Charles held Elodie in one arm and held your hand in the other. You were making your way through the paddock and to the Ferrari garage.

Charles waved at all the fans that seemed to be waiting for him. You took Elodie from his arms so that he could go say hi and take pictures. 

Charles kept his eyes on you the entire time. He gave Lorenzo a look, telling him to stay close to you and Elodie. 

He joined you soon after not wanting to straw away from his family for too long. Before you knew it you were in the Ferrari garage saying hello to everyone. Charles had to attend a briefing, but he made sure his family was settled before he left. 

Elodie was enjoying all the attention she was receiving from everyone, laughing at those playing peek-a-boo with her. To her, barely any time passed before her dad came back, bringing back someone with him. 

Charles took Elodie from Arthur, bringing her over to Carlos. 

“Say hi, Uncle Carlos,” Charles says. 

She just gave them both a smile, not at all trying to do what her dad said. 

“Hi, Elodie,” greets Carlos. He gives her a smile, grabbing her hand and waving it around. “Can you say Carlos?”

She just stares at him and gives him one of her crazy giggles. That makes both Charles and Carlos laugh. 

“Don’t feel bad, she can’t even say papa yet,” comes from behind them, making Charles’ smile drop.

They both turn to see you with your eyes bright and a grin. 

Carlos goes to hug you, not having seen you today. 

“How are you?” he asks you. 

“I’m great. You? Feeling good about today?” “Yeah, definitely. I’m seeing a double podium in our future,” Carlos answers with a smile.

“Good, Elodie’s first race has to be a good one.”

And a good one it was. 

You had been waiting for this moment since Charles entered Formula 1. 

The moment Charles raced past the checkered flag was one you will never forget. The garage erupted in cheers and screams. You were grateful Elodie was perfectly fine with the ear covers she was wearing. You gave anyone and everyone around you a hug. You and Pascale shared a tight hug, both having tears streaming down your faces, insanely proud of what Charles accomplished this weekend. 

You were the first person Charles hugged when he got out of the car. 

He ran to you giving you a tight hug. He kissed you hard, putting every emotion he felt into it. 

“I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it,” you told him. He looked into your eyes seeing all the emotion in them. 

“It’s all for you. For you and Elodie.”

Charles hugged everyone, all his family and friends that came to support him. He saved his last hug for his favorite little girl. 

“Hi baby. Did you see me? Papa won the race. You were my good luck charm.”

Pascale offered to stay with Elodie in the garage while you went to see Charles during the podium ceremony. 

You couldn’t get your tears to stop as you saw him on that top step. Seeing him on that top step reminded you that all your sacrifices were worth it. All the nights you spent missing him, all the nights where it was just you and your baby. It was all to see him achieve his dream. And you would do it all a thousand times over.  

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That night Charles chose to stay in with his family instead of going out partying. He would rather an intimate night in than a loud, crowded club. 

After a long dinner with his entire family, you headed home. Elodie was exhausted after all of the day's events. She was in her dad’s arms, head resting on his shoulder. She was fighting sleep, forcing her eyes open every time they closed against her will.  

Charles was rubbing her back, trying to get her to listen to her body and just go to sleep. 

You weren’t that worried seeing as it was a short walk back to your home and knew that she would be knocked out in her bed in no time. 

When you got home, you changed Elodie and quickly got her to sleep. 

You met Charles in the living room and sat next to him on the couch. He immediately wrapped his arm around you. You sat quietly just enjoying each other's presence. 

“How was she today?” he asks, breaking the silence. 

“She was surprisingly good. I knew it was a good idea getting her used to the ear covers these past couple weeks. She didn’t know what was happening but she always got excited whenever we all got excited, clapping her hands and yelling.” “Yeah?”

“Yeah. We tried to tell her Papa was in the car but she just looked around for you everytime we told her. Don’t think she quite understands it yet,” you tell him with a grin. 

“Just her being there made it feel different. She really was my lucky charm. That just means she has to come to every race from now on,” he tells you with a cheeky grin. 

“We’ll see about that,” you tell him with a side eye. 

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charles_leclerc BEST DAY EVER ❤️❤️❤️ Grateful to have had my family by my side for this moment 🙏🏼