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[tpwk-formula1]

Biggest Fan Pt 1 - CL16

Requested by @nina-or-anna-or-nora "Heyy!! 💕 I saw you were asking some requests so I have one for an Smau!! (If you want to do it ofc) I was thinking about the reader being kinda like Sabrina or Olivia (a performer) and then Charles being like her biggest fan🤭just a super cute fluffy thing and he goes to every show he can or posts her and stuff🥹"

AN - Had so much fun writing this SMAU for you! Don't be afraid to send in requests that aren't apart of the Pizza Menu! I love Sabrina but I'm not a die hard fan so I have no idea how many outfit changes she has or the order she performs so if it's a little messed up I apologize! Also LMK if you wanna see me do this with more drivers and make it a little series of the drivers being head over heels for their girl friend!

Summary: Just Charles being in love with Y/N... and basically everyone in the F1 community!

Charles insta stories over the fall break

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Charles instagram

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charlesleclerc We're ready for you Austin ft. Y/N and all the fan gifted hats that will make an appearance this weekend tagged carlossainz and youruser

user5 I love how he makes a post for work and still finds a way to get Y/N in there

user6 your honor... it's them. It's always them!

youruser I'm ready to be back in my home soil!

user7 I constantly forget our girl is from the US charlesleclerc you mean MY girl user8 Charles will never learn to share charlesleclerc not when it comes to MY Y/N youruser alright calm it down you charlesleclerc yes maam

user9 I hate feeling single but I do love you guys!

carlossainz Will I ever get a post with just us?

user10 Carlos... they're a package deal user11 If I don't expect anything less, you shouldn't either youruser damn... catching strays carlossainz Y/N I thought we were friends!

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Your insta story

user12 how does it feel to be living my dream

carlossainz he's been smiling at his phone for 10 minutes because you posted him

youruser I love knowing he loves me as much as I love him

user13 his eyes

charlesleclerc that's one lucky man

youruser he really is!

user14 I love the way you guys love each other

landonorris you guys disgust me with how cute you are together

youruser you wish this was you huh? landonorris I miss when you were to shy to interact with us... kinda a meanie youruser you'll learn to survive

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youruser Thanks for the warm welcome home... see you in a few weeks for Vegas!

Look for a surprise tomorrow around noon YeeHaw time!

charlesleclerc Ooooo I wanna know the surprise

user18 I can't believe I have notifications on and Charles is still here before me

charlesleclerc you snooze you lose! gotta be quicker than that! youruser love you need to be a bit nicer! user18 no this is on me... I should know no matter how much I love you Charles just loves you that much more! user19 I'm sobbing at this! Charles is so unhinged when it comes to Y/N

landonorris Can I also know the surprise

charlesleclerc NO!

user20 YeeHaw time is SENDING me! For anyone confused she's talking about CST

user21 THANK YOU! It makes so much sense now that you've explained but as a non F1 Y/N fan I didn't realize she was in Texas haha

user22 I love their height difference. I forget just how SMALL Y/N is.

Your Insta Story

charlesleclerc I can't wait to watch you!!

user23 HOLY SHIT! I can't fucking wait!

user24 omg! I'm so excited for this!!

landonorris: I hope you have a ticket saved with my name on it!

youruser: I do including the rest of the grid... spread the word pleaseeee

user25: Oh to be in the US rn to experience this concert! I just know it's gonna be amazing

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Charles Insta story during the show

Max's Insta story during the show

Youruser: Max! hahaha you had me cracking up in the first slide... then tearing up through laughter in the second. Thank you so much for finding time in your title fight to support!

maxverstappen1: I wouldn't have missed it! Had to see what all the hype was about. Please invite me again

Grid Members Stories (Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Liam, Franco)

[gas-stxtion-a]

Closed starter for @triggerbigger :3c

It's late at night and the gas station is well and truly dead. Jack hasn't seen a customer for hours now, aside from the Kieffer currently sleeping at one of the booths inside. Normally, he would be delighted and looking forward to a night of smooth sailing.

Unfortunately, though, tonight seems as though it's going to be anything but.

Right now, Tony and Jack are out back while Jerry mans the front, looking in the trunk of Tony's car. In there is the corpse of a very, very dead Kieffer. It looks as though Kieffer's been dead for a few hours at most, his permanent expression of confused bewilderment still stuck on his face. He's almost making the same face as the other Kieffer currently alive and well in the store, which Jack might find funny in any other circumstance.

"I thought we were through with this," Jack says with an exhausted sigh. He looks up from the body and over at Tony, his face set in a frown. "Are you sure-"

"It was an accident," Tony says insistently. He looks just as tired and stressed as Jack is feeling as he runs a hand through his messy curls. "For real this time. Swear to God, Jack."

"I believe you, man. I just don't know how we're supposed to explain any of this to anyone. This is, what, the tenth time now?" Jack looks back at the corpse. "... Do you think Spencer would take this one back, too?"

Instead of replying, Tony abruptly slams the trunk of the car shut, nearly closing it on Jack's hand in the process. Immediately, Jack startles, looking at his friend with wide eyes.

"What the fuck-" he starts, only to be cut off.

"Hey!" Tony calls out, immediately putting on a charming smile as he leans back against his car and lifts a hand in a wave. Jack immediately comes to the conclusion that someone has found them and does his best to appear natural as well, though he doesn't turn to see who it is.

"Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart," Tony continues, clearly pleased to see the newcomer despite his nerves at being caught. "My, ah, coworker and I here are just taking care of something real quick."

"Yep," Jack confirms, still not turning around. "Nothing to worry about here. Just normal gas station stuff." He pretends not to notice the sharp look Tony quickly shoots his way.

[thetisming]

amatonormativity: a romantic partner should be the most important person in EVERYONE'S life

NOT amatonormativity: MY romantic partner is the most important person in MY life, but i understand this is not the same for other people

allosexnormativity: EVERYONE should have sex and sex is something EVERYONE needs/wants/should want

NOT allosexnormativity: I PERSONALLY enjoy sex and love having sex because it makes ME feel good, but other people dont feel the same and that's okay

platonormativity: having friends is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs/has/should have friends

NOT platonormativity: having friends is important to ME and I PERSONALLY love having friends, but there are people who dont and theres nothing wrong with that

faminormativity (is that the word?): family is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs to have their family

NOT faminormativity: family is important to ME and I PERSONALLY need my family with me, but other people dont feel the same and i understand that

lovenormativity (again, not sure if this is a word): EVERYBODY feels love and there's something wrong wiith you if you dont

NOT lovenormativity: I PERSONALLY feel love and love people, but not everyone does and that's completely okay!

NOT amatonormativity: i dont have friends/have any desire to have friends, i am happy with other relationships/no relationships at all

NOT platonormativity: i dont have any desire to be in a romantic relationships, and i am happy with my platonic relationships

NOT allosexnormativity: i like hooking up with people and having one night stands or friends with benefits

NOT faminormativity: i care about my family deeply and am close with family members

NOT lovenormativity: i feel love for people i care about

it's not normative to personally enjoy something, so long as you respect that other people simply arent like you and aren't going to like the same things as you. taking down normativity is a two way street, allos and aspecs need to do it. support your local aros, aces, apls, afams and other aspecs today! remember to challange all normativities, and to not enforce other normativity by saying how bullshit other normativities are!

nothing is universal. romance is not universal. sex is not universal. friendship is not universal. family is not universal. love is not universal. nothing is universal.

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[withinkandquill]

🔪 for Brianna from Basta

A strangled sound - somewhere between a whimper and a cry - escapes suddenly pale, parted lips as steel sinks into fabric and flesh and all those vital things that lay beneath. Brianna’s thin fingers catch Basta’s forearm, steadying herself on the only thing within reach as she doubles over, stumbles back. How laughably late this attempt to shield herself comes, instinct blindsided by the sudden blow.

Pushing back from him, Brianna retreats until she can see the glint of the knife and the shine of her own blood on its blade. Her head spins and when she takes her next step back, her legs give way beneath her.

“Why?” she gasps, brown eyes - her mother’s eyes - shifting to stare up at him.

One trembling hand finds her abdomen, palm pressing against the wound. Perhaps those few years helping her mother tend to the sick and wounded had been good for something. She knows how to staunch the flow of blood. She even knows which herbs help - horsetail and yarrow - when their leaves or a poultice is applied to the wound.

“Who are you? I…I didn’t….”

I didn’t do anything to you. I didn’t do anything to anyone.

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

A whole week passed since the Sutton incident and Brooks still feels like shit, the guild eating him alive from the inside. He’s tried talking with his sister but she’d just evaded his calls and texts until finally blocking him. His mom had called specifically to tell him all about how disappointed she was. His friends hadn’t been particularly helpful either, unable to provide much more than a seemingly endless supply of booze and the occasional I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Telling them about his relationship at last had been nice, though. It was a relief to speak about Nehir openly now that he wasn’t scared they were going to slip and tell Sutton either unintentionally (Venus) or not so unintentionally (August) or that they were going to scold him for going behind his sister’s back (Mary who did it anyway despite how obviously regretful Brooks was).

He’s spent that week basking in his own misery. Aside from going along with work-related task so their manager doesn’t end up screaming at him, too, Brooks has been by himself. He didn’t feel like going out, he didn’t feel like talking. Not even with Nehir. His replies to her had been short and far in between and, while he is aware that is a complete 180 from his usual self, he can’t do anything more. Every time he thinks about her, the knot in his throat tightens, and his mind eventually goes down a Should we break up? spiral. And he doesn’t want to think like that, at all. It made him feel like a shit boyfriend.

He's in the middle of his new routine (rotating between three apps while rotting on the couch) when he hears the doorbell. Had he ordered something and forgotten? Had one of his friends ordered something for him? No one’s warned him about that or about coming over. He waits until he hears another persistent ring to finally get up and trudge towards the front door. One look through the peephole and he sighs, mentally steeling himself. “Hi. I thought you were going to be a serial killer,” Brooks jokes, forcing a smile as he leans against the door frame. “What’s up? You didn’t tell me you were coming over...”

[lcngdays]

@bloodbared // plotted

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

"but like... i think you're really hot. and that was an amazing interview. and as much as i'd love to get to work on post-production... maybe." They stroll over to him, lightly lay a hand on his shoulder. "maybe we could spend a little more time together tonight?"

[nurturercelia]

Where: Third Floor Hallway When: Around 9:45AM, Sunday, September 4th Who: @naomikojima

Celia gave her dress and smooth, tousled her hair and tried on a smile in the mirror. The silver lining to meeting under such sad circumstances was that Celia was able to see everyone again. It had been years since she had heard this much noise in the house and she found it all strangely calming, a welcomed change from the silence that so often fell over her own town house in Albany. They were all welcomed distraction from the actual pain Celia felt over losing Richard.

She thought naively that she would spend this time before the wake going to pick up her mother-her and Richard were contemporaries, after all, he would have wanted her there. But after that became an impossible task, she instead turned her focus to Naomi.

It was with some more ease than the usual knocks she donned when she rapped on Naomi's bedroom door. The girl needed her help maybe the most right now, although there were certainly some other wards that were trying to give her some competition. Celia noticed how she was isolating herself since arriving, spending even more time tucked away in her room than she used to. Celia recognized this behavior and took it as a challenge. If there was one person who could get her to participate, it will be Celia, by her sheer grit and persistence alone.

When Naomi opened the door, Celia gave her a sincere half smile. Can't scare her off this early. "Are you ready to go down? I thought it might be easier to go with friend."

Friend was a bold statement on Celia's part, for she doubted Naomi would refer to her as the same. Probably more along the lines of neighbors or person you get grouped with for the sake of convenience. But if Celia said it, maybe it had a bigger chance of becoming the truth someday.

"You look really nice," she offered, hoping to coax her out like a cat.

[lindsohalloran]

WHO: ashton ryder ( @ashton-ryder ) WHERE: the atrium WHEN: march 15 / late evening, post-release from quarantine

for as many weeks ― nay, months ― as he'd spent not even a block away from the wexley, trying to scope out what he could of his surroundings from the snowed-over rooftop of the elementary school where he and maisie hunkered down for the winter, none of his many observations could have prepared him for the state of the place once he'd entered. in spite of the debris that litters the lobby ( further inspection leads him to believe it was a planned detonation to protect the residents within, swifter and ultimately more effective than a constructed barricade ) the building remains in surprisingly decent repair and there are significantly more survivors hidden within its walls than lindsay could've possibly estimated. it feels surreal, for lack of a better word ; he's not been closer to a visual representation of normalcy in just shy of half a year and, quite frankly, he isn't sure what to make of it.

he's still on alert as he walks the perimeter of the atrium, hands tucked into the pockets of a leather jacket and gaze constantly scanning, observing ; slow and methodical, he takes the time to map out the floor. ( he'll inspect the upper floors later but the atrium and its attached diner seem to be a central hub for activity, and considering he's been told this is where he's been told their daily meals will be rationed, it seems as worthwhile a place to start as any. ) details are neatly filed away, faces and conversations and locations to be mulled over once he's returned to the flat they've been assigned, the same one where maisie now sleeps soundly. the antibiotics have been helping ; his reservations about the safety and authenticity of this place are tempered by a debt of kindness he doesn't know if he'll ever have the means to repay.

perhaps the most surreal of all, though, is the presence of a familiar face amidst a backdrop of stark unfamiliarity ; it catches his attention swiftly, as if he's been mindlessly spinning the dial of a radio to the static drone of white noise only to catch the sonic scraps of a song he knows by heart but hasn't heard in years. decades, more like. lindsay does not freeze on the spot as instinct might suggest upon receiving a hearty slap of shock to the face at a glimpse of the past, though his footfalls do slow, giving him time to determine whether he can trust his own eyes. and he can. he looks older now ― he is older, it seems a foolish observation, but that's not what lindsay means. the last time he'd seen ashton ryder, he was a young man. ( they both were, even if lindsay was still nearly a decade his senior. ) he was a spitfire then, bright-eyed and brash. time and circumstance may have that subdued that flame, but lindsay never forgets a face.

he walks with purpose now ― not enough to draw any unwarranted attention, but there's a destination to his trajectory. ❝ ryder? ❞ he calls as he draws near, his volume barely above conversational to catch the other man's attention. ❝ i cannae believe ― ashton ryder? ❞

[beauclary]

who @ivyemerscn where beau + ziggy's loft when sometime after the bat debacle

❝ look, i know it ain't sippin' cocktails on the porch, ❞ beau says as he lifts his gaze from the fresh mint he's muddling between two glasses to meet the eyes of his cousin, sat across the marble-top island from him. ❝ but that don't mean i ain't about to hound ya for gossip like all them little old ladies back home. ❞ the look he fixes her with is both inquisitive and also somehow knowing in equal part ; he's already got an idea of the answers to his questions, but he wants to hear them from the source. he reaches for the bottle of liquor on the counter and uncorks the cap with practiced ease. ❝ and don't for a second get to thinkin' i won't wait for this rum to loosen your lips before i start askin' the real heavy hitters. ❞

so they weren't close. not really, anyway, and not for a lack of trying on his end either. but that's not true either, is it? to call them distant would be a disservice to the actual depth of their bond. she cares, he knows this, but they're such vastly different people. if beau was an old library book, pages open and dog-eared and waiting to be passed around for anyone to read, ivy was an audobon, striking and intriguing. full of depth, but sealed under lock and key. something to be admired, but never truly known. as of yet, beau has not let this deter him. and twenty-eight years in, it doesn't look like he ever truly intends to.

he finishes the mojitos with a sprinkle of true lime powder, the best he can do in the absence of fresh citrus, and slides one of the glasses across the counter toward ivy before leaning against it and propping his head up against one hand. ❝ so what's goin' on between you and mr. w, ive? and don't go playin' coy, neither. ❞

[darkenforcer]

@hydrofloraison

shooed away from a crime scene yet again; funny how getting the short end of the stick transcends worldly barriers. he supposes he could just give up and investigate elsewhere... unless there's a weak spot he can sneak... through...?

oh, what's going on over there? the prosecution's getting the boot? yuri always manages to forget about that (and he always gets a damn good kick out of it, too).

"that's too bad, huh, miss prosecutor?" an easygoing gait to match easygoing, far-too-informal speech for someone of their calibers.

once close enough to lower his volume, he juts a thumb toward the bumbling detectives, "i'd trust these guys about as far as i could throw 'em," (which might be pretty far, actually, but they'd cuff him long before he can test that theory). "looks like you're fresh out of luck, though. that's gotta sting after VIP treatment back home."

[l-tora-l-archived]

Hello (again :6) !!!

[lgcxminji]

shadow hunters

starter for @lgcsori

despite minji typically considering herself a chatterbox, radio show appearances can still feel a bit nerve-wracking. they need to be able to entertain the audience without relying on their music or their visuals, which can be difficult at times given that k-pop is such a visually-oriented industry.

nonetheless, minji is happy to be in the radio station once again, promoting fabula's newest album. they start with the general greetings, some talk about the album, a listen of a song, and then they get to the topic of "things you'd only see in korea," inspired by the intro track, '+82.' an idea immediately pops into minji's head.

"oh! a few weeks ago, when we were just starting to prepare the album, aster and i went on a walk," she started looking to sori and hoping she too remembered this altercation. "so we were walking down the street, and suddenly, we see this huge shadow. what did you think it looked like, sori?" minji asks the other. "i just remember being surprised at that point."

[lovelornings]

@theircurse said: " Just say it. I should have listened to you from the beginning. " ( Yumi )

* A FABLE OF GODS: ARIA OF THE ACCURSED (NOVEL) PART ONE.

❥- She should have known better. She should have know better

The thought kept repeating itself over and over again in her mind like a broken record. Damning herself, cursing her own stupidity for having let a lesson she learned long ago not stop her.

She shouldn't be talking to anyone without mother's instructions. She couldn't have friends outside of what Ai approved of, and even then, only interact in the way her mother saw fit. At school, she may have had a bit more liberty with that - but not at home. Not even in her own front yard.

Kitahachi's death should have taught her that. Served as a constant reminder of what she'd told Yumeno yesterday:

I don't think we should be friends. It'll be dangerous if mother finds out.

They'd seen her idly messing about with a bag of marbles on the driveway in passing, Yumi attempting to pass the time as she waited for Ai to come home later that day. Even if she'd rather be studying, Father didn't want her in the house. He liked to put distance between them any chance he could get.

They'd just wanted to play with her. Although Yumi hesitated at first, she'd been convinced by idea of only playing one round of bullseye. Told herself it'd be over quickly, since she more than likely held an unfair advantage with the amount of hours she'd be at it already. They shouldn't be in any danger of mother coming home and catching them.

But something expected had happened: she'd started having fun. The presence of another person had her smiling genuinely for the first time in what felt like years, and she'd fallen into the endless cycle of 'one more time!' more times than she could count: as if time would somehow stand still forever.But of course, it didn't. She lost track of it completely.

Mother had seen them. Although she barely commented on it as they arrived at the house, Yumi knew there was going to be hell to pay for the both of them.

Her punishment had started yesterday. Ai might have shown her mercy before by only giving her a slice across her face, but she wasn't happy about having to teach this lesson a second time.

"No, no - it's my fault. I should have insisted." Her arm still stings, the wound running down the length of its entire side. She'd had to stich the cut up herself, just like last time. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I was being selfish. I wanted to play with you too."

Chances are, she was about to go through so much worse tomorrow when mother found out she'd forced herself into the basement. But she didn't care about that right now. Her fear of Ai couldn't override her guilt, nor her desperation to see them again.

"...Did she electrocute you too?"

[herostoried]

Mirai knows he's dying.

An anxious nausea has captured his senses, even stronger than the pain that seems to have consumed him, taking over every part of his consciousness slowly. He knows it's only natural to be afraid, of course - the human instinct to live and survive is a powerful thing, and no man is capable of shutting off the emotions that come when it seems like the end is near.

But still... he wishes they would go away all the same. He's done his best, and if these are to be his last moments, if he really has no hope of changing this - he'd at least like to feel hopeful in his final hour. After all, heroes are people who should smile until the end... even if he could never reach up to All Might in that regard, and if he maybe struggled with that more than some others, it's still always been an ideal that Mirai has valued highly.

What's life worth without humor? Still... it must be because he's alone, with no-one by his side... but all Mirai can think of are his many regrets. It stings, and he knows that those lingering thoughts won't change a thing... it's best not to dwell on them at all, so he turns his thoughts to the people he loves, instead. Mirio will make a fine hero... although Mirai wishes he could've seen All Might one last time, at the end...

Suddenly, though- just as he's thinking that, Mirai senses the presence of another. He can't make out who it is, and he's not foolish enough to think that his prayers have been answered - but nonetheless, he turns his head to them slowly, trying to make out a shape he recognizes anyway.

"Who's... there...?" His voice is weak and raspy, but he still manages to speak. But, the figure that he sees emerging before his eyes... could that be...?

@vsagis ( starter! )

[malikselfindulgence]

TUMBLR DECEMITATED YOUR ASK I CANT FIND IT OR REPLY TO IT ANYMORE BUT @st311ar messy fire hair Xing doodle while I work on the others :33