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Mick x driver!male!reader but childhood friends to rivals to lovers trope pls?

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mick schumacher x male!driver!reader - childhood friends to rivals to lovers

2004

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“Micky, Micky!”

Michael watched as the 2 kids smiled at the camera, both struggling to hoist their trophies up for the trophy. He saw the trophy tilt and tried to cry out, however it was too late.

Y/N could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as his head hurt. He’d heard his friend Max’s dad say that men don’t cry, and unless he was dying, there was no reason to cry. But he was 5 and the impact that the metal trophy had made with his head had really hurt.

But before the tears could fall out, Mick had already placed both his and Y/N’s trophies on the ground and was giving his best friend the biggest hug, and trying to stop him crying.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay You’re okay. This only hurt because it scared you. It doesn’t hurt as badly as the karting crash from last month, you’re okay, aren’t you.”

Y/N wiped his tears and nodded, trying to smile as he gasped to get his tears under control. Mick gave him the biggest hug ever as he stopped crying and picked up his trophy again.

Michael watched as the photos began again and the 2 kids smiled. Those 2 were going to do great things some day, he knew it.

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2009

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Michael didn’t think that Y/N would be happy when he got out of the kart. Mick and him had been fighting the entire race, miles ahead of anyone else and it had looked like Y/N would win it.

Until Mick went for a daring dive down the inside of Y/N’s kart, resulting in a spin for Y/N. He’d gotten back, gotten up to close to Mick again, but that spin had been costly, as Mick crossed the line and Y/N crossed it in second.

Michael didn’t even try to look for Y/N’s parents. They either would’ve gone home, expecting Michael to bring him home, or they’d be waiting in the pits for an opportunity to berate their son.

If they had done the former, Michael reckoned he would simply decide to let Y/N stay over for a sleepover tonight. He needed it.

As Michael wandered down to the pits where the drivers were finishing and parking up, he tried to blend in. It was easier than it used to be, back when he was racing he’d spend a while after every race taking photos with a couple of kids, talking to them, trying to convince them not to give up on their dreams even when it’s impossible. But now, ducking through, he was almost invisible.

And as he approached the two 10 year old boys, all he saw was jubilation. The 2 kids were happy, celebrating each other.

‘Papa! Papa! Did you see that, I won!’

“He did very well, even though I’m not exactly happy about that dive down the inside.”

Nothing about Y/N’s face indicated that he was unhappy, except for the darted around eyes that signalled he was looking for his parents.

They weren’t here. Clearly. Michael pulled Y/N into a hug. “C’mon, let’s get you 2 on the podium, and then we can head home. You wanna stay at home tonight?”

Michael didn’t even realise he had referred to his own home as Y/N’s home, as he saw his face light up.

“Home sounds good,” smiled Y/N, as he darted off to follow Mick to the podium.

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2019

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“Mick. I get that we were friends, back in karting, but life happens. Stuff happens. We’re both gunning for the championship and the f1 seat.”

“That doesn’t mean that anything has to change between the 2 of us, Y/N. We never let that stuff get between us usually. We were fighting for seats our entire childhood, and it never got between us then.”

“Yeah, well, this is the big leagues, Schumacher, sink or swim. I would wish you good luck out there, but I think I need it more.”

Y/N smiled at Mick, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was a planned smile, like he knew what he was doing the whole time. Then he turned and left the driver room, heading towards the garage.

Mick tried to stop his eyes welling up with tears. First of all, Y/N was his friend. He didn’t know where this competitive spirit had come from. Well, Y/N had always been competitive, but not an asshole. And right now, he was being an asshole.

And Y/N knew of all people how much he hated his last name. How he hated when people referred to him as Schumacher, how he wanted to be seen as his own person, not his father’s son. And yet Y/N had called him Schumacher.

“Fucking asshole” was all Mick thought to himself as he prepared for the race.

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2020

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Y/N looked like he was going to throw something. Or murder someone. Or crash his car into a barrier. He looked positively fuming as Prema surrounded Mick, congratulating him on his driver championship and celebrating the team’s championship.

But Y/N, the person who’d been with him since karting, since they’d both been born. That was who he wanted to see and talk to. He bounded towards where the other prema driver was getting weighed.

“Y/N! Y/N, we got the championship!”

Y/N didn’t respond, just simply nodded, before listening to whatever the official was saying and wandering away from Mick.

As if he didn’t exist.

“Y/N” he called again, seeing him take out his headphones, maybe he hadn’t heard Mick’s calls. He could hear his family and team calling out, ready to celebrate. But he wanted to celebrate with Y/N.

Mick called out again “Y/N.”

“The fuck you want Schumacher?”

“I… wanted to celebrate the win with you. We won the teams championships. We should be celebrate.”

“Yeah, congrats. Congrats on your seat for next year as well.”

“I- oh, c’mon Y/N, you’ll get a seat. I bet Christian Horner’s just seeing how long you can hold out before he gives you the Alpha Tauri seat.”

“Yeah, well. Currently you have a contract and I don’t, so excuse me if I’m a little salty.”

“Y/L/N.”

Mick saw the way his jaw tightened, as he heard his father’s voice.

“I have to go, now Mick. Enjoy your win, and congratulations.”

Mick watched him walk off, towards his father. He saw the way he curled in on himself, as his father slung his arm around his shoulders.

Days later, when Y/N’s seat at Alpha Tauri was confirmed, Mick messaged him congratulations.

Y/N didn’t message back.

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2022

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“When did you start hating me Y/N?”

Mick was pissed. Y/N had nearly taken him out early in the race. He hadn’t spoken to him in years, since the end of 2020, over a year ago. He missed his childhood friend, and the fans had too.

Finding childhood photos of the 2 of them, often with Michael, had brought up more painful memories than he would like to admit.

Y/N was hyper aware of the cameras following them through the paddock, and so continued walking until he could pull Mick into a quiet corner where the cameras couldn’t reach them.

Inevitably, Y/N thought as he pulled Mick into the side of a motorhome, this will end up on the next season of drive to survive, but god do I care, no.

“I never hated you Mick. I tried to make myself hate you, but I couldn’t. You could hate me, and I would still love you.” 

Y/N tried to retract the ‘l’ word as soon as it came out of his mouth, covering his mouth and praying that Mick didn’t hear him correctly. Yeah they’d said ‘i love you’ to each other as kids, but that was when they were young, and kids and they didn’t understand the word, or the world that they lived in, or themselves fully. It was just another silly childhood promise.

Besides, while Y/N understood himself as queer, there were never any queer drivers, and he was probably about 95% sure that Mick was straight. He’d been spotted with girls through the junior formulas and he’d even been introduced to a couple of the girls. They were all lovely, but they never seemed to last a long time.

Mick's eyes widened as he heard the love word come out of Y/N’s mouth. Honestly, he was confused as to how he never saw the signs of Y/N’s queerness. The fact that there was 1 girl in karting, when he was 14, and then she never showed up again. The way his eyes had always lingered just long enough that it was unusual, but not long enough to cause any real suspicion. The way he’d gone on a few dates here and there, but always been super hush hush about the whole thing, not mentioning it until after it had happened. The way those dates had always had they/them pronouns, or they hadn’t been named.

“Y/N…you love me?” Fuck, Y/N had really fucked this up.

“No,” Mick’s heart dropped “No, I, fuck fine. It’s not like I’m ruining any friendship. Yes. Yes. I love you. And I have since, well not the day I met you. Maybe when we first got into single seaters… fuck i don’t know, but yeah i love you.” Y/N took Mick’s silence badly and just decided to walk out towards his driver’s room.

Mick didn’t follow him.

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2025

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Y/N couldn’t even be pissed as he crossed the line second behind Mick. The Ferrari just seemed happy, even from 5 seconds behind.

“AND MICK SCHUMACHER CROSSES THE LINE FIRST TO WIN THE GERMAN GRAND PRIX AND CLAIM HIS FIRST EVER WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, and there’s his father on the screen looking every part like the proud dad that I’d imagine he is right now.”

“That’s right Crofty, it may not be the 7 world championships that Schumacher Sr achieved, but still this championship must mean so much to him.”

Mick pulled in to the pitlane, behind the number 1 stand, and he just sat in the scarlet Ferrari crying.

He had done it.

He had won a world championship.

Y/N pulled up beside him in the dark blue red bull, smile evident even after losing the championship.

He watched as he pulled off his helmet, watching as Mick embraced his family, his mum, his dad, his sister, his niece. He stood to the side high fiving his team, and thanking them for a great year. Next year would be their year.

And he didn’t exactly try and stop Mick as the German ran towards him, helmet off, and pulled him into a kiss.

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ao3 turns 15 today

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Double Standard Dictionary: A Guide to Things That Are Only "Problems" When Women Do Them

Let's have an honest conversation about something that drives me absolutely crazy. You know those little comments and judgments that somehow only seem to apply to women? Yeah, we need to talk about that.

The Professional Edition

When men vs. when women do the exact same thing:

He's assertive → She's aggressive

He's focused → She's cold

He's passionate → She's emotional

He's dedicated → She's obsessed

He's confident → She's arrogant

He's strategic → She's manipulative

He's busy → She's neglecting her life

The Dating Double Standards

The classics that never seem to die:

He's dated around → She has "a past"

He's a bachelor → She's "left on the shelf"

He's selective → She's picky

He's career-focused → She's married to her job

He's a social butterfly → She's attention-seeking

He's "finding himself" → She needs to settle down

He's direct → She's desperate

The Appearance Police

The endless contradictions:

Look professional, but not too try-hard

Be attractive, but not attention-seeking

Wear makeup, but keep it "natural"

Be fit, but not too muscular

Dress well, but not too sexy

Look youthful, but not immature

Age gracefully, but never look old

The Emotion Edition

How it's perceived:

His anger is justified → Her anger is hysteria

His sadness is deep → Her sadness is dramatic

His stress is from hard work → Her stress is from "not coping"

His excitement is enthusiasm → Her excitement is over-the-top

His concerns are valid → Her concerns are paranoid

His anxiety is pressure → Her anxiety is weakness

The Family Chronicles

The never-ending judgment:

He's babysitting → She's just parenting

He's helping around the house → She's doing her job

He's focused on work → She's neglecting family

He needs time to himself → She's selfish

He's weighing his options → She's wasting time

He's figuring out what he wants → Her clock is ticking

The Office Politics

Things I'm tired of seeing:

Men get mentored → Women get hit on

Men network → Women "sleep their way up"

Men are busy → Women "can't handle it"

Men are thorough → Women are perfectionists

Men delegate → Women are lazy

Men need work-life balance → Women are uncommitted

The Social Scene

The ridiculous expectations:

Be fun but not too wild

Be social but not too friendly

Be smart but not intimidating

Be successful but not threatening

Be independent but not difficult

Be strong but still need help

Be confident but still humble

The Success Paradox

What we're dealing with:

Be ambitious but not threatening

Lead but don't be bossy

Achieve but don't outshine

Negotiate but don't be demanding

Succeed but stay likeable

Excel but remain modest

Win but make it look effortless

The Reality Check

What this actually means for us:

Constant second-guessing

Walking on eggshells

Energy drain from overthinking

Imposter syndrome

Reduced authenticity

Limited self-expression

Unnecessary stress

The Way Forward

What we can do about it:

Call it out

Name the double standard

Question the logic

Point out the inconsistency

Support other women

2. Break the patterns

Reject unfair labels

Define success personally

Set our own standards

Celebrate authenticity

3. Change the narrative

Share success stories

Highlight achievements

Create new networks

Mentor others

To Every Woman Dealing With This

Remember:

You're not "too much"

Your achievements are earned

Your feelings are valid

Your ambitions are worthy

Your standards are important

Your voice matters

Your path is yours

[badblondebisexualboy]

[badblondebisexualboy]

HEY GUYS !! NEED HELP !!

so i have a stats project (cause guess who’s still stuck in high school 😻) anyways if y’all could answer a few questions it would be helpful🙏🏼🙏🏼

1. do you drink coffee? (yes/ no)

2. how many hours of sleep do you get on average?

ANY response would be helpful!! comment, reblog, dm, query box!! anything works!!

TYSM <3

[badblondebisexualboy]

This might be my last ask, so here it goes.

i want to thank you for listening to me this intently... and giving help when I felt hopeless.... and to all those reading, a Directioner or not, I'm not putting out my feelings on the internet to seek attention... I'm doing it so at the least a few people who share my pain can get their questions answered and feel validated.... and not alone.... we are here for each other... as Directioners.... and as humans.... as this bunch of people who shared a music taste in the past.... to mourning a dear member... we are in this together..... you are not alone.. any and all pain you feel is validated.... and please talk to someone... me, they, someone who's ready to listen.... we're here.... and mental health is no joke.... so please check up on your loved ones and those who seem to be struggling... maybe you could be to them what One Direction was to us at a point... help people.... be kind.... show love... and stay strong...

and one last request... as hard as the funeral might be for us, it's harder on the people close to Liam.... he was a son, a brother to 2 sisters and 4 brothers..... a father to dear little Bear... and a BF... an inspiration... a light in the dark times and a sweet soul..... so please please respect their time of grievance and let them have their moment.... y'all have to realize Niall performed knowing he and Liam had come together to Argentina but he's gonna have to leave alone.... Zayn has to live with the fact that they weren't on the best terms in his last days and cancelling his tour.... Louis faces a particularly harsh reality that he has to be an uncle to Bear without Liam being there with them.... and Harry has to live with the fact that one day... he might outgrow Liam... be 32... they are grieving too... they are in much harsher pain than us, and I urge you, every one of you, to respect the.... they owe us no explanation.... don't go up to them for photos and such... and please do not see the funeral as a reunion, but as a final goodbye.... because "goodbyes are bittersweet.... but it's not the end.... I'll see your face... again".... (Niall Horan in "Walking in the wind" album: Made in the A.M.")

and finally, I know it might be late to say this but.... dear Liam... if you can see/hear this somehow.... i want to thank you.... thank you for the memories... the laughs.. the tears... the lyric changes... the water fights and all the fun moments.... I'm glad I could hear your music ever.... and I'm sorry.... I'm sorry you had to go through what you had to.... but we're always proud of you, champ..... we love you... and we miss you.... rest easy.... and hope you're happier wherever you are...

Liam James Payne 29/08/1993 - 16/10/2024

Love, Directioner....

you don’t have to thank me for listening! and your message is beautiful ❤️‍🩹, if you ever need anyone to talk to, my dms/asks are always open 🫂

[badblondebisexualboy]

Do you ever feel…. fake? the feeling of non-genuinity…. I'm that right now.... the nagging in the head… that often reminds me that I was never a Liam fan… and I'm doing this as a way to cope with his death and… feel better about myself… to reassure myself that I couldn't have done something…. it was out of my reach and that… it wasn't my fault…. but not really listening to it out of fandom or favouritism….. and that thought is tormenting me so much so that I can't physically bring myself to listen to any of his or One Direction songs anymore…. and I hate it... i don't want to not be able to listen to them..... it's just a weird feeling and I... don't like it.....

yeah, i get you.

i wasn’t really a liam fan either, he wasn’t my fav out of the one direction lads either but it’s still okay to be sad

there’s people out there who only listen to 1D and none of his solo music, that doesn’t make them any less valid for their pain.

i think part of reeling from the fact that he’s actually passed is disassociating, putting yourself on the outside can help.

it’s okay that you weren’t as involved as you used to be. you don’t need to justify yourself to anyone, if your feelings are genuine then you would know.

you wouldn’t be upset and crying if your feelings weren’t genuine ❤️‍🩹

i have bouts of when i can and can’t listen to their music, recently i haven’t been able to. that’s okay, i think it will come with time.

there’s a lot of good memories in their music and i don’t think his death will taint those. give it time, you can always start small by listening to the other boys’ solo music before listening to one direction.

it gets better, it gets easier to handle. the only thing is that you need to give yourself time to grieve and recover.

it won’t come instantly and it’s okay. just because you can’t listen to them now doesn’t mean that you never will

[badblondebisexualboy]

As much as I want to believe that it isn't my fault... I just can't seem to bring myself to do it.... like somehow... a part of me... a part of my childhood... a part of my mind that still believed One Direction would be back, died along with Liam... and hell, I'd not even want a reunion, if I can somehow bring him back to life... and on the other hand... I've been so out of touch with what's going on with the boys, that all these allegations on him... that too after he passed... it's tearing my mind apart... I want to tell myself that that wasn't the Payno we knew... the Payno I grew up listening to... the one who could bring a smile on anyone's face.... the dance master Leeroy... the one afraid of fucking spoons, ridiculous, isn't it..? the silliness... the person himself.... I'm not willing to believe that he... he got so bad... that everyone let it get so bad... that somehow I was a part of it too... idk... can't stop that nagging feeling....

As a fan of Justin Bieber AND One Direction, I'm truly scared for what might happen to Justin now... the Biebers have a son... I don't want to, can't, lose another of my favourite artists.... he was on the pedestal since a young age too, and has been through similar shot.... and I'm terrified.... (sorry for the side track)

Now AFTER his death when I learn about him being an abuser and how MUCH people bash him and be unempathetic about it.... I hate myself for even considering stopping supporting him and mourning him... honestly, that thought crossed my m mind... I went... "Am I mourning the wrong person..? Should I be happy that an abuser d¡ed... or sad that he was Liam.... or surprised that Liam could even do that, or empathize with him that it was his coping mechanism.... but it isn't good... but he was good... but he isn't..." and that feeling summed up in a few words beautifully goes like.... "I'm mourning a person who was a part and parcel of my inner child that didn't heal.... but that doesn't mean my older self blindsides his wrongdoings... I'm mourning what Liam was to me... and how his life had become.... also while sympathy with the victim.... who somehow ALSO lost someone MUCH MUCH more important.... her son's father..."

I'll come in with another ask to continue, also I fell asleep (with a lot of struggle) so sorry for the late reply... (sorry if I'm bugging you...)

it’s okay not to believe that it’s not your fault, there will be people out there to remind you, and with time i think you’ll start to understand that it’s not.

emotions are tricky, because your grief is so raw everything feels magnified. in time, and with healing you’ll be able to see the bigger picture.

don’t worry about it right now, feeling your emotions is so good for understanding yourself. it helps you process your grief.

there’s so many things about grief that doesn’t make sense. wanting liam alive doesn’t make you a bad person, there are millions of people on this earth that wish they could’ve changed his fate.

just because liam was an abuser does not make him any less worth being mourned. there are people out there that have done worse, that are alive and they still have huge fandoms and people that listen to their music.

and i understand the piece of you that died when liam did, i think a lot of directioners can understand that feeling. there is no one direction without all of the boys.

them losing liam was us losing one direction really, and that leaves a big hole within our childhoods and within a lot of our primitive teenage years.

as for justin, i’m not really in his fandom but i do enjoy his music. and i can empathize with your fear. justin’s clean from my understanding, and has been since he’s been married to hailey.

your fears aren’t entirely unfounded but i do think that it’s better not to work yourself over possibilities of what could happen if he relapses. it does nobody any good, especially you.

it sounds easier said than done but justin is the only one who has control over his own life, we need to let him make his own decisions like we did with liam.

we can’t control him, that can only lead to negative outcomes. he knows himself better than anyone else in his life and deserves the right to have his fans and people around him believe that he’ll make the right choices.

it doesn’t make you a bad person to have conflicting feelings about liam’s passing. i did, i didn’t mourn him really at all in the first 24hrs of hearing he passed.

my friends aren’t fans of one direction/liam so they were very much more objective about liam’s passing than i thought i could be.

i thought i had to react a certain way, i didn’t have any right to be sad because i didn’t know him, and he was an abuser.

that’s wrong, you’re entitled to feel however you want to feel. mourn him if you want, don’t if you don’t. it really is that simple.

you don’t have control over how other people react so there will be people out there that are less emotionally attached than fans are, but that doesn’t make your pain any less valid.

it’s okay to be conflicted, liam was a huge part of you. and yes, exactly. mourning liam does not discredit any of the abuse that maya went through.

don’t worry about bugging me, you’re always welcome!! or falling asleep! i just woke up so if you don’t mind me replying 6hrs later then we’re all good 🫂.

[badblondebisexualboy]

Idk where to start, man... I literally got to know this news through a reply on my comment on Instagram... and for a second... I was like "nah... bs" and I went to sleep... the next day I open my phone and boom.... everything is flooding... my heart is cracking every moment.... due to time lines, here is 20th now (early morning) so it's been 3 days since the news... first day I was in denial, second, pain, third hurt the most... panic attacks and crying uncontrollably.... he'll... funny thing is... my mom was angry at me... her exact words were "why are you crying for him?? Who is he?? If you cry I'm not talking to you anymore" Well, mother.... how do I tell you... he was a part of the 5 that saved me when I needed you... and you didn't come... how can I tell you... he's a stranger... but with so many memories... I was 4 when One Direction was formed, 9 when they disbanded... 13 when I found them.... I might not be a die hard fan... but I knew the little things... the water fights, the fear of spoons, the color blindness.... the fights, the diaries, the lyric changes on stage.... the boys, that somehow shaped my present now and future then.... how do I forgive myself for not following with them and their solo careers... I feel like I've failed them all as a Directioner... I couldn't keep up with them after they disbanded.... I couldn't help Liam... I couldn't keep Payno alive... I couldn't save the boy who saved me... and I'll forever regret that...

it’s not your fault, and it will never be your fault 🫂

i can tell you from my own experience that people that have never listened to or were’nt fans of liam/one direction do not understand.

a lot of them think more objectively than fans will, they are more likely to have less empathy about liam passing.

your mom’s anger is displaced, do not internalize it. don’t let her tell you how to mourn, liam was important to you and nobody can tell you how to grieve. crying is normal, feel your grief, let it remind you of the fact that liam was so so loved by many fans ❤️‍🩹

something that really helps me with panic attacks is cold things, like a towel drenched in cold water or cold air, cold water. something to shock your system out of a state of anxiety.

liam did some really horrible things but he shaped your life, he saved you and that’s something that counts. just because he fucked up doesn’t make him any less human.

nobody in this world is truly good, people who make it seem so black and white are ignorant. a lot of messed up shit happened to liam and he coped the best way he could.

that doesn’t negate the fact that what he did to maya and others was unforgivable but it does help to empathize of what was someone who should have gotten help, someone who deserved the chance to take accountability.

not keeping up with their solo careers also does not make you any less of a fan nor does it discredit your grief. i haven’t listened to a lot of liam’s solo music but i can listen to it now and grieve over the boy who deserved a lot more

you haven’t failed them and there’s nothing to forgive, if anything your grief is a reminder of all the love you hold in your heart for all of the boys, especially liam.

it hurts because you care, and that’s okay. it wasn’t your job to save him, i know it feels like it was within your control to help him, but it wasn’t.

liam was sick, he needed help but he never got the chance to fix his mistakes. that is not on us, only liam had the ability to write his wrongs.

grief is not logical, because logically there was no way for you to know how badly he was hurting. liam knew there were fans that loved him, he knew there were people around him that loved him.

only liam knew what was going through his mind before his passing, none of us will ever have closure and that might be the worst part about grieving him.

but what we can do is remember him, remember the boy he was and what he could have been.

[badblondebisexualboy]

Landoscar assassins AU

Masterlist

AN: Wrote this after Monza, never fleshed it out more but here you go

CW: mentions of violence, weapons but nobody really uses them

≈200 words

Oscar knows exactly that he isn‘t alone. That didn‘t stop him from making himself a coffee and putter around in his kitchen like every other morning. It would have been an almost serene scene, if it wasnt for the gun shoved into the front of his joggers.

"That was my target you killed." The blade pressed to Oscar‘s throat breaks skin just slightly, a small warm drop of blood sliding down his adams apple.

"Was it?"

"You know damn well it was," Lando spits.

"Papaya Rules, Lando."

"Oh fuck off."

The agency has a clear cut code, the Papaya Rules. Capital letters. If Zak wouldn‘t be on his ass about them all the time, Lando would have ripped out Oscars throat all the way back in Hungary. Now he stands in the younger mans kitchen, at a stalemate with his knife pressed to Oscars windpipe and the Australians gun to Landos chest. Both of them are too stubborn to be the first to crack, even though they both know the small cut on Oscars throat is the only blood that will be spilled between them. At least today.

After what feels like an eternity, Oscar drops the gun and sighs.

It makes Landos bloodlust even worse.

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I’ve just realised…

Logan looks at Oscar that way…

…that Oscar looks at Lando that way…

…that Lando lookd at Carlos.

I will never recover from this.

[badblondebisexualboy]

Red Bull v Monster

Scenario: Max is sponsored by Red Bull and Y/N is sponsored by Monster and their entire relationship is perpetuated by trying to convince the other their sponsor has the best energy drink.

Red Bull and Monster 2 very different brands with very different identities, so when the current BMX Champion Y/N

L/N got in a relationship with Red Bull F1 World Champion Max Verstappen the main topic of conversation in the media is that the two are sponsored by very different energy drinks that are in constant competition with each other.

When the two first announced their relationship they never expected the biggest controversy to arise from an energy drink well two energy drinks.

With two very different sponsors the couple have made it their ultimate goal to promote their sponsor as best as they can by overshadowing the others. Taking logo stickers and placing them over the others logo or trying their hardest to get the other into trouble.

The two have constantly been seen publicly trying to entice one another to drink the opposing sponsor's drink but to no avail.

Y/N despises Red Bull and Max despises Monster. It's pretty clear the two have no interest in drinking the other sponsor's drink but it doesn't mean they don't try to get one another to.

For a TikTok video Y/N decided to pour out the contents of Max's Red Bull can and fill it with Monster he then handed Max the can whilst he was gaming live, he then waited for Max to take a sip and prepared to run away because he knew Max wouldn't accept or appreciate this.

The sound of Max shouting at the game he was playing echoed throughout their apartment and Max was getting angrier at whatever game he was playing this time and then it went quiet for a second.

"Y/N WHAT IS THIS SHIT", this is the sign Max has finally taken a sip and Y/N takes off running with the sound of Max's footsteps following behind him.

On another occasion during a race weekend for Y/N, Max had gone into his tent where all his stuff is and placed a Red Bull sticker on his helmet that covered up the Monster logo, Y/N had then gone out sponsoring Red Bull. This led to him getting in trouble with his team and probably almost killing Max.

In one of Max's post race interview the interviewer asked him what does Y/N think of his Red Bull sponsor and Max replied "Y/N loves Red Bull he just pretends he doesn't he even told me that it's better than Monster"

Safe to say Y/N didn't take this well nor did his team, Red Bull on the other hand did. The two companies have also participated in the games, constantly taking to social media. One time Monster posted a tweet saying "We are happy to announce Max Verstappen will be participating in the BMX Championship sponsored by Monster".

As well as trying to get the other to drink their sponsor's drink they have had countless arguments about which is the best. These arguments are normally started by someone in their chat when they go live trying to create drama and it normally works and it is very entertaining to watch for viewers but mind numbingly annoying for Max and Y/N who can't convince the other of their opinion.

[badblondebisexualboy]

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

[badblondebisexualboy]

Avengers on a mission:

Bruce: Well, that went good!

Steve: Yeah, surprisingly.

Rhodey: It’s… too quiet. Now that I think about it, the whole battle was too quiet.

Tony, holding up his hand in the front: where’s the kid.

Pan over to Peter who is playing with puppies he saw halfway to the battle.

[badblondebisexualboy]

There has to be an option of "too young to"