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at some point in my life i should probablyyyyyy unpack just how badly being on tumblr during peak ace discourse years fucked me up bc i would dearly like to just move on and forget that shit ever happened but unfortunately it's literally Always There. it's the reason i'm Like This on here. and sometimes i'll think to myself "now why do i always feel so uncomfortable and unwelcome and on edge in queer spaces / online spaces / fandom spaces etc etc" and then think about what the answer to that question might Possibly be and go Oh. Yeah. That thing. really this is probably something i should talk about with like a counsellor or something but well how the hell am i even meant to explain any of this to anyone who wasn't a terminally online 16 year old in 2017.
#like it really is the whole reason i'm like this esp when it comes to how i feel about fandom spaces#and ESPECIALLY being back in buffyverse fandom bc oh man#idk if it was just the general 2019 tumblr culture or if i just had really bad luck or if it was genuinely a fandom problem#but btvs fandom my first go around was BAD bad for that. at no point did i feel safe or welcome there#and like it's better now for sure but still. could be having a better time all things considered#oh yeah also i know i say ace discourse in this post but this is also 100% about aromanticism they were all wrapped up together#in The Discourse#ifer rambles
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been thinking about tpn a lot recently and Ray has been giving me he/they vibes
of course he would have blue(-tinted) hair and pronouns
#TPN Committee @ CloverWorks: ok so you're going to have to horribly butcher this season so we can wrap up the story in 11eps#just absolutely mangle it#it's gonna be the rush job of the decade like the 180° from darling of Winter 2019 to laughingstock of Winter 2021#we've no time to spare just get it done#whichever animators were in charge of Ray:#*looking at each other and damning w/e orders they received from above they would make sure their boy looked GOOD*#so much respect for them#throughout this whole scene tbh#even if it and all the other night scenes are so fucking đť đ¸ â đ#maybe it was to hide more animation oddities but jfc it is so hard to see without editing it#same thing when they're in the temple or the scenes in Isabella's cell#anyways more TPN thoughts are always good so good on you anon đ#FSS Asks#FSS Shenanigans#TPN S2#TPN S2e06#TPN Ray#YnN Ray#Ray#Imperial Capital Battle Arc
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revisiting my marvel phase and finding out where things are now makes me glad i stopped at endgame
#what is even going on nowadays#seems like a whole lotta nothing#paired with some terrible writing decisions involving certain characters#i will always believe they should have wrapped things up with endgame#the only instalment i've seen past that is black panther 2 and even that felt like a fever dream#t'challa deadâ ramonda... it just hurt too bad to be good#i'll give the falcon and the winter soldier a chance this time around but that's the farthest i'll go#unless they make more stuff centred on shuri and/or bucky. i will eat that up no matter how bad it is#it's not just about the obvious decrease in quality either#it's the fact that atp too many of the characters i loved are dead and it just feels hollow#genuinely where do we go without steve and tony and nat and t'challa and gamora and everyone else. i know for a fact i ain't goin nowhere#it ended for me back in 2019 and i'm fine with that#text
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my spotify dj: now you may remember 2023, but do you remember 2019? this is what you were listening to. starting with taylor swift.
I PROMISE THAT YOULL NEVER FIND ANOTHER LIKE ME
#i cackled this was the funniest way it could have been done fyi#my 2019 wrapped is pretty goated tho it sums up that year really well tbh#spotify wrapped#spotify dj#taylor swift
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Guys hi I'm going to walk off the earth
#okay so when i first got into this series in 2019 i had a biig crush on a girk#i want to just say that im fully moved on. but the plan was that we would go to school together in a different city#and over the summer before we were supposed to both move into the dorm i got really into it. like really into it#because i was a recovering ex catholic and it resonated with me#and last minute she cancelled on me and went back home#i cried a lot and it took me years to love again#so like go to hell i guess#i was 15 ffs im going to eat my phone#and then when i feel fully done they drop this ending#like i feel nothing for her but still. im going to fucking die#in my mind she and i were like this. a lot like this. again i was 15 and wrapped up in her family drama and projecting like crazy#im not even distressed because of that. im distressrd because i know what this would have done to me at the time#i feel like the last piece of 15 year old me just died. some weird as shit closure i just got
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2022 was actually my favorite out of the past 10 years. Like yeah it was really fucked up for me but in a really funny way
#i objectively wasnât doing great but i somehow only realized i wasnât doing great when i got my spotify wrapped.#those other fucked up years WISH. they fucking WISH they could say that#second best probably 2019 third best 2023 fourth best 2018 fifth best 2021.#2013-2017 i have to think about for several minutes before i can even remember anything that happened. with the exception of 2016#but only because 2016 was also really really bad.
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Replying to tags but then I ran out of room and I think i was if not cooking then at least microwaving
#dude when I was in 6th grade I read #the veldt #and at the time it disgusted and genuinely scared me because I was #just so surprised that people - children! - could be raised to be so heartless #idk if I read it for the first time as a 23 year old it would scare me so much #but goddamn
#I think we're both people who are *at least* good at literacy but we're both a little too STEMmy #to look at it the way some English teachers want us to? #like they want people to go from 'damn that's fucked up â what themes are the authors trying to explore here â what about the world #made them think of that and perhaps what are they trying to get us to consider and think about and perhaps change' #obviously not all writing is a fable with a moral at the end #but a lot of good writing has some sort of central belief that it wants the reader to consider
#(I struggle in creating that with my fiction ugh and I think a lot of booktok books do too and it bugs me that we have that connection)
#but anyway #I think you and I'd first reactions are like #âthat's horrible â how can we prevent that specific problem from occurring again' #like take the lottery. my (and maybe your?) first reaction is like 'that's horrible â they should ban the lottery' #but the English teacher is going to want us to think 'oh gee okay so this is a commentary on traditions. why would this tradition be started #/necessary? does the lottery reflect the overall morals and sensibilities of the overall society (aka fond of the death penalty etc). #what sort of tradition might this mirror today? connecting to historical events and the fact that the person stoned and the author were #women. aka the gender commonly stoned for witchcraft in New England #do you think that's related?' etc etc etc wrapped in metaphors and shit. and tbh that's how I learned a lot of my religious and political #philosophy as well as history. I really like Thomas swift's 'a modest proposal' (satire) for that reason.
but that was NOT my initial #thought process for English class. I had to be heavily trained into thinking that way and often my first instinct is to not engage with the #metaphor an just go straight to the logic/sensible answer. blah blah blah. I really respect lit and history teachers as a profession but boy #do I not want to teach it because I would be so slack on writing the kinds of questions that would get the kids to engage with the meta. #once I got a piece I got it but it was a struggle every damn time. because I had to get over my feelings of well why didn't they just not #do that'
the biggest one I can think of is 'song of Solomon' by Toni Morrison. I think my senior AP English teacher wanted us to really #consider authors and characters of color (he was white but it was 2018-2019 aka Trump era) so he taught us othello and TM. othello is a #little easier to understand because iago is just being a little bitch about a Black foreigner getting a promotion and a hot wife and no longer being able to convince himself that he was better than Othello
But TMâs main character Milkman? Unlikeable, spoiled little shit who doesnât give a damn that heâs the 1 percent of his marginalized community and heâs frittering his privileges away so hard that it literally induces suicidal and murderous tendencies into the people around him. Among other things.
It took me foreverrrrrr to engage with the text beyond GOD I HATE THIS GUY but once I was able to examine his psychology and the mean flip side of âif you want to fly, you have to get rid of earthly attachmentsâ, which he does at the end of the story.
Was it a chore? Absolutely. But have I ever forgotten the story or the literary tools it gave me? No.
Maybe Iâm just speaking for myself in this longass response - you and I usually talk animals and men not books đ
- but yeah every English class is full of these annoying stories that are meant to rattle oneâs brain and I REALLY avoid rattling lmao. Tbqh again I respect lot classes but Iâm glad theyâre over lmao
But anyways I listened to Levar Burtonâs podcast âLevar Burton Readsâ from start to finish, and he once read (as a three parter) Toni Morrisonâs Recitatif. Itâs the story of two girls, one Black one white, who grew up around and with and against each other during the mid 1900s.
I didnât know what the story was getting at, aside from the surface ideas of the American Civil Rights Movement and privilege and stuff. But LB usually asked questions or briefly mentioned the authorâs main idea at the end. And when he did? HOLY FUCK.
If you ever decide to listen to it (Iâve never gotten my hands to a print copy so idk if they usually have some sort of authorâs note at the end to ask the reader this question)(I love LBâs voice heâs a pleasure to listen to if you listen to Recitatif) please @ me and tell me if it also blew your mind and made you consider how you viewed the POV character of the story.
Because it blew my mind and made me really consider why I assumed things about the pov character. Im not going to say anything further because I feel like Iâm spoiling the point but yeah.
Anyways again this could be just me but Iâve always had trouble moving on from the straight solution mindset. When I was 12 I was in a model UN and I was told to write a report about Togo and its healthcare issues. I took this to mean that I had to research the common issues there (such as unclean water and mosquito bite diseases) and then come up with solutions.
It was incredibly embarrassing to do all that and then hear every other group explain their countries healthcare issues and WHY (historically, monetarily, etc) their countries struggled with such things. And my ass went up there and talked about affordable mosquito deterrent changes to water sources and cheap water cleaning services.
I didnât realize it then but like. It perfectly exemplified my lack of instinct to subtextually interact with instructions and prompts.
And the thing is. May the universe bless and boost the fucking lit teachers out there because my poor students are entering math class with lit skills 6 grades under where they should be and are genuinely unable to interact with straightforward STEM instructions. My college had every ed major take a âteaching literacyâ class and sure I passed but the thing is. Iâm not really the person thatâs supposed to catch these kids on that subject. Iâm supposed to be a secondary math teacher. So a lot of the advice in that class simply wasnât applicable and I wish it was!!! Iâd be happy to help in that subject but also I WAS TRAINED TO BE A MATH TEACHER. AND MOST LITERACY AND LANGUAGE DIFFICULTY COURSES ARE NOT DESIGNED WITH STEM IN MIND. (Which is why I want to learn enough Spanish that I can teach kids learning English math as well because thatâs an area that doesnât get a lot of crossover and a lot of kids fall through).
Well this turned into a ramble goodnight lmao. Iâd say this was a decently microwaved thought track lol
#dude when I was in 6th grade I read#the veldt#and at the time it disgusted and genuinely scared me because I was#just so surprised that people - children! - could be raised to be so heartless#idk if I read it for the first time as a 23 year old it would scare me so much#but goddamn#I think weâre both people who are *at least* good at literacy but weâre both a little too STEMmy#to look at it the way some English teachers want us to?#like they want people to go from âdamn thatâs fucked up -> what themes are the authors trying to explore here -> what about the world#made them think of that and perhaps what are they trying to get us to consider and think about and perhaps changeâ#obviously not all writing is a fable with a moral at the end#but a lot of good writing has some sort of central belief that it wants the reader to consider#*I struggle in creating that with my fiction ugh and I think a lot of booktok books do too and it bugs me that we have that connection*#but anyway#I think you and Iâd first reactions are like#âthatâs horrible -> how can we prevent that specific problem from occurring againâ#like take the lottery. my (and maybe your?) first reaction is like âthatâs horrible -> they should ban the lotteryâ#but the English teacher is going to want us to think âoh gee okay so this is a commentary on traditions. why would this tradition be starte#/necessary? does the lottery reflect the overall morals and sensibilities of the overall society (aka fond of the death penalty etc).#what sort of tradition might this mirror today? connecting to historical events and the fact that the person stoned and the author were#women. aka the gender commonly stoned for witchcraft in New England#do you think thatâs related?â etc etc etc wrapped in metaphors and shit. and tbh thatâs how I learned a lot of my religious and political#philosophy as well as history. I really like Thomas swiftâs âa modest proposalâ (satire) for that reason. but that was NOT my initial#thought process for English class. I had to be heavily trained into thinking that way and often my first instinct is to not engage with the#metaphor an just go straight to the logic/sensible answer. blah blah blah. I really respect lit and history teachers as a profession but bo#do I not want to teach it because I would be so slack on writing tbe kinds of questions that would get the kids to engage with the meta.#once I got a piece I got it but it was a struggle every damn time. because I had to get over my feelings of âwell why didnât they just not#do thatâ. the biggest one I can think of is âsong of Solomonâ by Toni Morrison. I think my senior AP English teacher wanted us to really#consider authors and characters of color (he was white but it was 2018-2019 aka Trump era) so he taught us othello and TM. othello is a#little easier to understand because iago is just being a little bitch about a Black foreigner getting a promotion and a hot wife and no
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#You ever just#Like really feel that the heart of the issue is that youre just a loser and people know that#And treat you as such#Like I got pressed on when Im starting school again at dinner#And also told that I need to NOT apply for the TSA#The job that two weeks ago I was told I should apply for bc it pays super well#Only now going for the TSA at my age would be a huge shift in direction#And it would look bad on my resume#Like what#But its more than that#I just feel everyone all the time looking at me and writing me off#And feeling like theyre right to#Like Idk work has sucked this week but also#I feel like an annoying person if I talk about why it sucks even if it's petty little shit#And like god nobody wants to sit there and listen to some depressing failure to launch blab about his crummy job#I wish I knew any way except how to feel like my energy really brings a whole room down#And that when I reach out to people they just tolerate it until I leave them alone#I wish it didnt feel like I should have just wrapped this up in 2019 more and more#like who wants my stupid ass around#Who genuinely wants to hear anything I have to say#Or who like my family is just gonna get fed up with me stuttering at the dinner table and#Ask so when are you going to school already#Im such a waste why am I alive#2019 should have been my last year that was my sign to just end it already
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Suddenly almost out of nowhere I have the urge to start writing my,,,,, I guess idk what to call it scifantasy story again or at least some pornography set among the world building
#Itâs because Iâm listening to romance novels again maybe#Problem is I keep getting wrapped up in philosophical implications in my world building that I just canât quite square#Itâs trying#I wrote 45k words on it for nano back in 2019#But it fizzled out#Nothing truly coherent lol
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JANUARY WRAP UP | my first wrap up of 2024: 39 books! // percy jackson + doctor who + wayward children
So⌠January, itâs time to talk about January. I have really, really been putting off talking about January but the longest month of my life is finally over so itâs time to finally wrap it up and for the first time in a very long time itâs going to be a (very) long one! For some context, 2023 was the year of the super mega awful reading slump and I was fully expecting to have brought it into 2024âŚ
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#2024 Wrap Ups#A Thief in the Night#Adrienne Young#An Adventure in Space in Time (2013)#Ashley Poston#brandon sanderson#Caraval#Detective Pikachu (2019)#Divine Rivals#Doctor Who#Doctor Who: A Christmas Carol (2010)#Doctor Who: The Day of The Doctor (2013)#Doctor Who: The Doctor#Doctor Who: The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot (2013)#Doctor Who: The Last Day (2013)#Doctor Who: The Night of The Doctor (2013)#Doctor Who: The Snowmen (2012)#Doctor Who: The Time of The Doctor (2013)#From Lukov with Love#Just Go With It (2011)#Kulti#Mariana Zapata#Marriage For One#Murder Mystery (2019)#Murder Mystery 2 (2023)#Paddington (2014)#Paddington 2 (2017)#Percy Jackson & The Olympians#Percy Jackson & The Olympians Season 1#Percy Jackson and The Olympians
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Copy Right and Public Domain in 2025!
It's January 1st 2025 which means it's my favorite unsung holiday! Public Domain Day! This is the day once a year when, in the US, copyrights expire and things enter the public domain, meaning they belong to everyone! even you, Steve!
American copyright for books, movies, art work, and musical compositions (but not recordings, more on that later) runs for 95 years (way too long!) so today works published in 1929 join us in the public domain.
So whats free? so glad you asked.
Popeye the Sailor Man
Many people assume Popeye originated as a cartoon character but thats not true, he comes from a comic strip. The strip was called Thimble Theatre and Popeye was something of a late addition. Thimble Theatre was first published in 1919, so Popeye's girlfriend Olive Oyl has been in the public domain since before the big 20 year copyright freeze of 1998-2019. Popeye first appeared as a minor character 10 years into the strip's run but was so popular he soon took over and the strip would be renamed Popeye less than 5 years later. Now as always whats public is only what appears in 1929, later developments, remain copyrighted. Such as, while Popeye always had super strength its not till 1932 his superpowers were tied to eating spinach, and Olive Oyl originally had a different boyfriend named Ham Gravy, who she dumped for Popeye when he became the main character. It looks like Popeye is following tradition for famous now public domain characters and getting a quicky horror movie this year.
Tintin!
This is personally very exciting as someone who grew up with the Belgian boy detective. Like Popeye I expect a lot of people don't know that Tintin started off as a weekly comic strip. Indeed Tintin appeared as a part of a weekly youth supplement in the Catholic newspaper The Twentieth Century. Any ways, Tintin was first published in there in January 1929, and soon would start what would become the first Tintin story, Tintin in the Land of the Soviets. Now only part of Tintin in the Land of the Soviets was published in 1929, the story line wrapped up in May 1930, so only those 1929 stories and what appears in them is free and clear and Tintin was published in black and white not color. Tintin's author HergĂŠ had no idea what he was doing and was really learning on the job so In The Land of the Soviets is generally seen as his weakest outing and the only one he never opted to redraw in later years. Even so it's nice to see the character free in the world. No word on if Tintin will star in a horror movie.
Buck Rogers (but not really)
The original futuristic space man was published, again a comic strip, in 1929 which means he should enter the public domain today, but he won't. That's because he already is public domain! Before the Copyright Act of 1976 copyright was 28 years with the option to renew for another 28 years. The copyright on the original comic strips was not renewed so ran out at the end of 28 years, 1958. So Buck Rogers has been free and clear for close to 70 years now, whatever you hear about him today.
What else?
Famously last year Mickey Mouse entered the public domain, but all the entered public domain was one (maybe two) animated short, Steamboat Willie. Well this year a dozen Mickey Mouse animated shorts enter the public domain, including the first time Mickey has his iconic white gloves, and the first time Mickey speaks (the first thing Mickey Mouse ever says, voiced by Walt Disney himself, is "Hot dogs! Hot dogs!" in case you were wondering) This will give creators much more to work with if they want to use Mickey in their works which is exciting.
Speaking of Walt Disney, The Skeleton Dance is entering public domain, you likely don't know the title but I suspect you've seen at least part of it at some point
so look for this showing up on TVs in the backgrounds of films and TV shows in the next year or so
Books
The iconic novels of World War I, Ernest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms and Erich Maria Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front enter public domain. In fact All Quiet on the Western Front entered public domain last year, but only in the original German, the 1929 translation by Arthur Wesley Wheen is whats entered the public domain now. John Steinbeck's first novel, Cup of Gold, William Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury, Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own, and Agatha Christie's Seven Dials Mystery (always get an Agatha Christie novel on this list for the rest of our lives). Dashiell Hammett published both Red Harvest and The Maltese Falcon, later made into one of the greatest films of all time, in 1929. Future children's book author E. B. White (who's go on to write Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little) and future New Yorker cartoonist and humorist James Thurber teamed up to write the delightfully titled Is Sex Necessary? Or, Why You Feel the Way You Do a book of spoof essays making fun of popular books on Freudian sexual theories at the time. The Roman Hat Mystery the first of the long running Ellery Queen mysteries was published, Queen would keep publishing mysteries into the 1970s (and Ellery Queen was a pen name for two people). Richard Hughes' A High Wind in Jamaica and Oliver La Farge's Laughing Boy also came out in 1929 and are in the public domain now. There's much else but those are the highlights sorry if I missed your favorite 1929 novel.
Movies
Alfred Hitchcock and Cecil B. DeMille's first movies with sound, Blackmail and Dynamite respectively, came out in 1929. Marx Brothers' first feature film The Cocoanuts joins the public domain. Other comedy land marks are Harold Lloyd's first sound film, Welcome Danger and Buster Keaton's last silent film, Spite Marriage (which Keaton also directed). John Ford's first sound film, The Black Watch, which also is 21 year old John Wayne's first appearance in a film, as an uncredited extra, he worked in the art department. Hallelujah the first studio film to have an all black cast came out that year. Also worth noting is The Hollywood Revue of 1929 a singing and dancing review, one of the earliest and the movie that popularized the song Singinâ in the Rain, maybe the first time a movie made a song a hit.
Musical compositions
musical compositions, ie the lyrics and musical notations you might see on sheet music are governed by the 1976 Copyright Act, and music written in 1929 is public domain. Music recordings are governed by a whole different law (we'll get there). Songs written in 1929 include Singinâ in the Rain by Arthur Freed & Nacio Herb Brown, Ainât Misbehavinâ and Black and Blue by the legendary Fats Waller, What Is This Thing Called Love? by Cole Porter, Tiptoe Through the Tulips by Alfred Dubin, You Were Meant for Me by Arthur Freed & Nacio Herb Brown, and also Happy Days Are Here Again by Jack Yellen which would become FDR's campaign theme song in 1932.
Art!
a number of pieces by Salvador DalĂ including:
Illumined Pleasures
The Accommodations of Desire
The Great Masturbator
are entering the public domain as is RenĂŠ Magritteâs The Treachery of Images.
Art is hard because while movies and books are clearly "published" and put on sale, what counts as "published" for a piece of art? the law is not totally sure.
Musical Recordings
as I promised, we got here. Till 2017 there were no federal laws governing the copyright of music recordings before the 1970s, it was governed by a confusing patchwork of state laws and it was not totally clear what was or was not free and clear even from the very earliest recordings ever. Now the term of a music recording's copyright is set at 100 years (way too long) so music recorded in 1924 is now public domain such as. Nobody Knows the Trouble Iâve Seen by Marian Anderson, Everybody Loves My Baby (But My Baby Donât Love Nobody But Me) by Louis Armstrong, California Here I Come by Al Jolson, Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin, Shreveport Stomp by Jelly Roll Morton, Mamaâs Gone, Good Bye by Ray Miller, and It Had To Be You by Marion Harris. Now many recordings a lot less famous can finally be preserved and digitized to save them for the next 100 years. Many abandoned works are literally rotting away since without the copyright holder's permission digitizing a work isn't legal.
#Copyright#public domain#public domain day#Popeye#Tintin#the adventures of tintin#Mickey Mouse#Disney#buster keaton#the marx brothers#louis armstrong#cole porter#singin' in the rain#alfred hitchcock#salvador dali#Agatha Christie#Ernest Hemingway#virginia woolf#John Steinbeck#William Faulkner
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Your Teammate Is Hot
Your brother has had three hot teammates. The experimental one, the fun one, and the love of your life.
Oscar Piastri x reader, (past) Carlos Sainz x reader, (past) Daniel Ricciardo x reader
Warnings: age gap (23-33), smut, foreplay, fingering, blowjob, eating out (mentioned not written), anal (mentioned not written), multiple orgasms, handcuffs (mentioned not written), shibari (mentioned not written), thigh riding, cowgirl position, praise, creampie
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Oscar traced his fingers over your knuckles. He moved your hand and opened your fingers, laying your hand flat and tracing every line.
"I'm so lucky," he mused, still staring at your hand.
You hadn't taken your eyes off of him since he fell into bed beside you. Your breathing had calmed down since the events of this evening, but you were still aware of the stickiness between your thighs.
Oscar had tried to clean you up, he really had. Utilising both his tongue and a wet flannel, he had tried to lick every drop of cum from between your legs. It had still been seeping out of you as he cleaned you, so he didn't get it all.
You didn't mind, though. He had been giving you the Princess treatment since you walked through the door of his Monaco apartment, quite literally sweeping you off your feet. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered.
He carried you to the bed and laid you down, lips still on you. You didn't have to do anything, just lay there while Oscar brought you to orgasm again and again and again.
"I know, right?" You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath his ear.
Before Oscar, you were a little... wild. Your brother was a big shot, always had been. Growing up you couldn't help but feel as if he was the favourite. Good at sport, his hobby was actually going somewhere. And then your baby sister started riding horses... and she was good.
You were just there.
That was why your parents asked your brother to take you to work with him. Show you the world, make you feel important.
You hated it. You hated that your parents thought you needed this. At nineteen you were doing nothing but following your twin around. You, the older twin, relying on your baby brother.
Your wild streak was to be expected.
Oscar was the calm you didn't know you needed.
He wrapped both arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you," he whispered, squeezing you against him.
I love you. Oscar wasn't the first man to say it to you, but he was the first man to mean it.
You stared up at him and kissed his chin. "I love you too, Oscar."
And to think, a year ago you were forbidden to go near him. All because your brother thoughts he couldnât be trusted.
Maybe because, as history proved, you couldn't.
1. Carlos Sainz - 2019/20 (The experimental phase)
At nineteen years old, you were incredibly proud of your baby brother. Baby by only five minutes, but you had held that five minutes over him for your entire lives.
For his first year in Formula One, you were to be by his side. Watching him, following him, meeting his incredibly attractive fellow drivers.
Lando's teammate was something else.
Carlos Sainz. Older than you and incredibly attractive. You hadn't spoken many words to you, but you hung onto every one of them.
Fuck, you wanted him.
Your brother wasn't like other nineteen year olds. He didn't want to do any of the things you wanted to, didn't want to go out partying or drinking, like you would have if you had gone to university.
That was the only reason you wanted to go, for the party aspect of it. But instead you were following your brother from F1 track to F1 track.
Another one of the young drivers, another rookie, invited yourself and Lando to the club after a race. George Russell, you knew him. Lando had been racing against him for years.
Lando went to say no, but you clamped you hand over his mouth. "We'll see you there," you said. Lando glared at you as you released his mouth.
The club was the first time you kissed your brothers teammate. No words were exchanged between you, and anything you said would have been lost to the music thumping in the club.
His lips were soft against yours, hands warm on your hips. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed yourself against him. Carlos held you as your body moved, grinding on him. His hands slipped down from your hips, fingertips grazing the bottom of your dress as he held your ass.
It was the alcohol clouding his judgement, that was how Carlos justified it to himself. He wouldnât touch his teammates twin sister under any other circumstances.
The rest of the season was spent ignoring you.
Lando's second season in Formula One and you were still following him around. It had become your job, of sorts, to post content of you travelling the world and attending races.
You were living the dream.
Things were tense between yourself and your brothers teammate. He refused to talk to you, refused to look at you, but you could still taste him. A year later and you still knew the feeling of him on your lips, remembered his hands holding your bum.
It wasn't fair.
You wanted him, his attention. But he didn't want you.
With every race, you only got hotter. It was becoming harder and harder to look away from you, and it wasnât just Carlos Sainz that thought so.
The entire grid started looking at you. Attention you revelled in. If somebody got too close, looked at you a little too long, Carlos would come swooping in to save you. The attention from the rest of the grid was nice, but this was the attention you wanted.
Of course, Carlos tried to justify it. He was looking out fir the sister of his teammate, of his friend. But the look in his eye told a different story.
The catalyst had been Charles Leclerc. He was cute in every way a person could be cute. The worst part was the way you clung onto him, squeezing his bicep and giggling at every unfunny joke.
Watching you flirt was his future teammate pushed Carlos over the edge.
That was how you found yourself standing in his hotel room. As soon as he sent his room number through Instagram, you were there.
And now you were standing in his hotel room, staring at him. "Seriously? Flirting with my future teammate?" He stepped closer to you. "You think that's going to get my attention?"
Folding your arms over your chest, you raised your chin in defiance. "Well, it worked," you said as you looked at him. But then you dropped your arms and let a sly smile cross your face. "I think I've got all of your attention now."
Your back hit the door as he pressed his lips against down. It was different to how it was a year ago in the club. He was a man starved, the only thing that could satiate his hunger being you.
You raised your leg and Carlos grabbed your thigh. He held it against himself and pressed against you. Fuck, you could feel all of him through his shorts, your skirt doing little to separate the both of you. You moved, just a little with how he was holding you.
Carlos pulled you away from the door. You followed him, whimpering as he pushed you down onto his bed. You watched as Carlos fell to his knees in front of you. He pulled off your shoes and socks and pulled them to one side.
On his knees, he could see everything. Your thighs, the underwear beneath your skirt. His hands touched your thighs, travelled beneath your skirt. Your breath hitched as he touched your underwear.
"Fucking hell, Carlos," you said through a breath. "Just touch me."
He obeyed. Swiftly pulling your underwear down your legs, Carlos finally touched you. Light touches, not enough for you. You didn't realise when your hips began moving, pushing against his hand. "Please," you whined, not quite enough to make you moan.
It was so damn frustrating. And it was all intentional.
Finally, Carlos took pity on you. He pushed just two fingers inside of you. A cry left your lips and you threw your head back. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, his voice almost mocking you.
You nodded your head, still rolling your hips against his hand. This thumb pressed against your clit and your eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," you said through a breath, your lips shaking.
Never before had a man touched you like this.
Carlos moved his fingers inside of you. His other hand rested on your thigh, fingers brushing your skin. It was like he could tell how inexperienced you were. Not a virgin, but inexperienced. No man had taken the time to do such things fingering you before.
He added a third finger and you tried to squeeze your legs shut around his hand. But he opened your legs and slotted himself between them, keeping them open.
Too much. Too full. His fingers were skilful, curling inside of you. He muttered something, a praise you would later realise. But your moans were too loud and desperate, waiting on that ledge for a moment that would never come.
Carlos pulled his fingers away. "No!" You cried, but you watched as he placed his fingers between his lips.
He closed his eyes and moaned around them as he tasted you. "So sweet," he muttered and stood up. He wiped the mixture of spit and you onto his jeans and reached for his shorts.
As Carlos dropped his shorts, you pulled your shirt from your body. You threw it onto the floor and reached back to unhook your bra.
Sweet Jesus, he was big. Hard in his boxers as he stood at the end of the bed. Getting onto your hands and knees, you crawled towards him. You looked up into his pretty brown eyes as you reached for his boxers, felt him through the material.
A hiss left his lips. Your hands weren't on him properly, only touching him through his boxers. But then your mouth was on him, kissing him and sucking him through the boxers.
Carlos wrapped his fingers around your hair. He moved you away, tugging at your hair slightly. "Don't tease," he growled and you pouted up at him.
But you obeyed.
Pulling down his boxers, you watched him spring free. His cock hit his stomach, your eyes following it as if you were in a trance. "C'mon," he said.
No, you hadn't done this before. You breathed in, shaking off the slight nerves, and wrapped your lips around him.
The moan that left Carlos's lips was enough to get you moving. It was so pretty, so damn deep, going right through you.
Here was the thing, your lack of experience left you unable to breath as you sucked his dick. Carlos used your hair to pull you off of him. "Breathe," he said, and you did just that. "Breathe for me."
You nodded as best as you could in the way you were behind held. After sucking in a few breaths, you went right back to it. One hand moved up and down his dick, following your mouth as your other hand held you up.
But then, he pulled you off of him. Neither of you had finished yet and you were desperate for him. "Please," you whined as he laid you back.
There was something so sweet in the way Carlos Sainz fucked you. He held your hips as he pistoned his cock in and out of you. Every moan and whine and cry that left your lips, every time your back arched off of the bed, spurred him on.
You came several times that night. You came around him, not allowed a moment of reprieve before he began again. Sweat stuck to your skin and you gripped the sheet, Just needing something to hold onto, something to ground you before you floated away in ecstasy.
You lost count of how many times you moaned out his name, voice hoarse by the time he pulled out of you. Desperately you tried to catch your breath, unable to move from the bed.
Carlos said back. He himself was breathless as he looked down at you. "Fucking hell," you gasped out, staring at him. "That was..."
But there were no words for what that was. Incredible didn't do it justice.
But the night didn't last much longer. Carlos cleaned you up and send you on your way, helping you to get dressed before you left for your own hotel room.
Carlos was what you liked to call your experimental phase. There were several things you tried with him that you never expected to try with anybody. He was the first man to eat you out, the first man you tried anal with. He had black fluffy cuffs around your wrists one day, had you tied up like a pretty present the next. Just a testament to how good he made you feel, you were willing to try anything with him.
But then he left for Ferrari.
Daniel Ricciardo - 2021/22 (The fun phase)
When Daniel Ricciardo started driving with your brother, you didn't know how to feel.
It was an odd time with you. You had stopped seeing the first man to make you really feel alive. Not that you were really seeing him, anyway. No, you were just fucking him.
(You should have known it was just fucking. But the dinners and the presents made it seem like it was so much more. To Carlos, it wasn't. He was just fucking you, just finding entertainment with you. But his move to Ferrari was his chance to get serious about his career, and he couldn't have any distractions. At least, that was how he justified it to you).
Daniel Ricciardo tried with you. But, for the first time in three years, you were rarely at races.
Your first job proper job. Not just a content creator promoting things for her sponsors. You had a proper, proper job (not that content creation isn't a proper job, as you had explained to your parents).
But you hated it. You hated being suck in an office, hated answering to a boss who was a total perv. But, as you promised your family you would, you stuck it out.
For six months.
Six months after you started your first proper job, your Instagram started up again. It was immediately a hit, immediately getting hundreds of thousands of likes per post. Your first post back was flooded with comments welcoming you back to the social media site.
You didn't tell your family about your career move until you were back at the attending races. And you didn't exactly tell them, waited for your twin brother to do it for you. The moment you appeared in Hungary to watch your brother race, he was texting your family group chat.
Daniel really tried with you. He was kind, always saying hello whenever he saw you. The thing was, you were still bitter about Carlos. You missed having him in the garage, missed sneaking away to his drivers room. Instead, you had Daniel here.
He was hot, that much you could tell. Older than you, but that seemed to be your type.
But he was a lot older than you, ten years older than you. So old that you didn't even consider it.
One day, Daniel was just sitting there, drinking his coffee before practice. Sitting in the sun with his McLaren hat on his head, just enjoying his time alone.
"Can I look at your tattoos?"
He looked at you, stood there in a sundress. You were beautiful, that was obvious to him. But you were ten years younger than him and his teammates twin sister.
"Sure," Daniel said and you sat opposite him.
He stretched his arms out. You started with his hands, looking at the tattoos he had on his fingers. You traced over him, your every touch sending a shiver up his spine. "I like the one on your leg," you said as your fingertips followed the lines of the cupid on his arm.
"Which one?" He asked and laughed. He had a pretty laugh.
That was how your friendship started. And that was all that it was, a friendship. The two of you spend more and more time together, company while you once again attended every race.
Nothing happened between you and Daniel during his first season as Lando's teammate. You got close, but that was it. No kissing, no sex, nothing like what happened with Carlos.
At first, you were trying to make him jealous. In your head, Carlos was the best thing that ever happened to you. (When future you looked back at it, you were dead wrong. He was a fun time, but that was about it. There was nothing real between the two of you).
Even after winter break, you and Daniel were just a close. Your friendship was taken off of the track, watching movies together in the hotel during race weekends, when neither of you wanted to be alone in an unfamiliar area.
That was the first time you kissed him. The movie had gotten a little steamy and the popcorn in his lap had been forgotten. The bowl was pushed to the floor, spilling the popcorn across the hotel room carpet as you climbed into his lap.
Daniel kissed you back, a mess of tongues and teeth before he pulled away. "Are you sure?"
It had been so long since you'd had any fun. It was pathetically desperate, the way you nodded and moved forward for another kiss. "Please, Danny." You pouted against his lips.
He took pity on you, hands travelling down to hold your ass. You whined as he moved you, rocked you against his bulge. He swallowed each of your whines and squeezed your flesh between his big hands.
You had ridden Carlos's thick thigh in the past. Pulling off Daniel's trousers, you looked at all of the colour he had, the ink on his thigh. You touched him, ran your fingers over it. "Can I?" You asked, and Daniel asked.
You pulled off your pyjama shorts and dropped them to the floor. Your hips shook with every step as you walked towards him and climbed back onto his lap. Naked from the waist down, you sat on his thigh.
Your naked cunt touched his skin. Hands on his shoulders, you began moving yourself. Back and forth, wriggling against him, anything to create friction. Daniel tensed his thigh, lifted it slightly and pressed it against you.
Moans and cries filled his hotel room. "Fuck," he grunted as he watched you, painfully hard in his underwear.
Your hand slipped down his chest and into his underwear. You touched him, felt how hard he was. "Daniel," you whined, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.
It was such a sight. You were so damn gorgeous as you rode his thigh, brought yourself closer to orgasm. His fingers came to touch you, did all he needed to do to push you over the edge.
And he succeeded. Your body shudders as you came on his thigh. Your body slumped forward and Daniel grabbed hold of you. His hand was warm as he rubbed your back. "You did so good," he said and kissed the top of your head.
The both of you were still half clothed when you pulled him from his boxers. He was so pretty, leaking from his tip. You swiped your thumb over it and pulled it up to your lips, sucking it into your mouth.
"Can I?" You asked and looked down as his cock.
Daniel scooted down the bed. He held you, scooting you down with him to get himself into a better position. You threw one leg over his other, seating yourself fully into his lap.
Your eyes went wide as you sank down onto him. "Fuck," You hissed, shutting your eyes as you pressed your forehead to his shoulder. "Jesus, Daniel."
"I know," he whispered, his voice gentle. "I've got you."
And he did have you. He began moving his hips, fucking up into you. He was so damn big, filling you up completely. Every thrust had a moan leaving your lips.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into him. You cried his name against and again and against, getting closer and closer to the edge. Already sensitive from your earlier orgasm, it wasn't long before Daniel sent you over the edge.
But he kept going, kept fucking you. "Squeezing me so damn tight," he grunted, wrapping his arms around you to hold you up.
He scooted further down the bed, his grip growing tighter to keep himself inside of you. He kept you on top of him and let his hands travel down, holding your ass as he fucked you. So damn close, he couldn't get enough of you.
His hips stuttered. Every thrust he made was punctuated with a grunt. And, finally, he came inside of you.
"Shit, fuck," he cried as he pulled you off of him. "Fuck, I didn't mean to."
You blinked at him, head a little foggy. But then it all started to make sense. "It's okay," you said and laid down beside him, your hand on his chest. "I'm on the pill."
He blinked at you, searched your face. "Seriously?" He asked, but the look on your face told him everything he needed to know. You were telling the truth. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.
It never went further than that. You fucked again, giggling as he ate you out (like seriously, that nose?).
Oscar Piastri - 2023/24/25 (The love of your life)
You weren't going to fuck Lando's next teammate. He was younger than you, and that alone made him not your type. He was cute, sure, but that was it. Just cute.
Just like you had with Carlos, you found yourself missing Daniel. Pouting as you walked around the garage, pouting as he walked around the paddock. It wasn't like you could just go and hang out with him. No, he was gone.
But then Red Bull brought him back. And they kept him busy. Too busy for him to hang around with you.
Here you were again, sitting in the McLaren garage, lonely while your brother became a star. 2023 and 2024 really were the year Lando became a star. Watching him grow was incredible, but it was easy to want something more for yourself.
At first, you avoided Oscar. Well, not exactly avoided, but you had no reason to seek him out. He was a rookie who definitely looked up to your brother. And there was nothing wrong with that, but you had dealt with too many people trying to become your friend for the sake of getting close to Lando.
But that wasn't Oscar.
You didn't know that wasn't Oscar. You weren't willing to find out. Lando wanted you to stay way, too. Especially after what happened with Carlos and Daniel.
But Oscar was sweet. He was the kind of guy who would see you sitting alone and bring you a coffee. Not because he wanted anything, just because he didn't want you to be sitting alone.
You took the coffee, nodding when he asked if he could sit. You didn't make conversation with him like you did with Carlos and Daniel, didn't want to make conversation with him. It wasn't flirty and touchy like it had been between Carlos and Daniel.
He made the conversation. It seemed effortless, the way he got you talking when you were unwilling. But, before you knew it, your coffee had gone told because you were too busy chatting to him.
This didn't spark a friendship, not like it did with Daniel and Carlos. The more he spoke, the more you learned about him, the cuter he became. You just couldn't help it.
Soon, Oscar had you a mess. The next time you saw each other, you stumbled over your words and your face was hot. Lando watched as you struggled to get three words out to Oscar, eyebrows pinched together in a frown.
He knew what it was instantly. Somebody had a crush. (And that somebody was you).
Oscar asked you out. It wasn't like how anything had happened before. No, he approached you with flowers and asked you to dinner. A date. A real date. Part of you couldn't believe it. The more you got to know about Oscar, the more you didn't believe about Oscar.
He was just too good to be true.
Oscar Piastri was the first man to walk into the paddock holding your hand. He kissed your head in the garage and pulled you close after races. He hugged you, the barrier between you when he was on the podium and showed you the best night of your life after.
You didn't expect one of your brothers teammates to be the love of your life. But he was.
He was the man you were going to marry.
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Brotherâs best friend || LN4
gif by @princemick
summary: youâre carlosâ sister and know lando from your brothers time at mclaren but now a few years later feelings might change
a/n: this is literally just a small piece i wrote a few weeks ago
warnings: bit of suggestive talk, alcohol
taglist | masterlist
"When did he get so fine?", you whispered to Rebecca who nipped at her cocktail. "Hmm?", she asked, not having paid attention.
You nodded over to Lando who stood behind the DJ desk, white shirt and headphones on.
Rebecca smirked. "Go over", she said, pinching your side softly. You shook your head. "I can't, you know I can't. If Carlos finds out- and besides I don't think Lando would-", you stopped when you saw Rebecca looking at you with her brows furrowed and a be-fucking-for-real look.
"What??", you defended yourself. "That boy has been crushing on you since 2019, Carlos scared him away back then but I doubt he'll still listen now. He's not 19 anymore", Rebecca told you.
Your heart skipped a beat when she told you but you tried to ignore it. "He's still Carlos' best mate, he won't just betray his trust like that", you shook your head and took another sip from your straw while glancing over to Lando.
"Just get the fuck up and talk to him, it's exhausting watching you two admire each other from afar", Rebecca laughed and pushed you a little.
"Wait he's looking at me as well?", you asked, getting a little excited. She nodded. "Yes, as soon as you're not looking- now for example", she explained.
You turned your head to meet Lando's green eyes piercing into yours through the dark room of people.
You nodded, gripped your drink a little tighter and stood up.
"Hey", you called over the loud music, leaning over next to the DJ desk. Lando smirked and wriggled his brows as a way to greet you.
He asked you something but you couldn't quite make it out and only looked at him with a head shake and a lost expression.
Lando leaned over the desk so his lips were close to your ear. His necklace, hanging down from his neck, being the only thing you could focus on.
"What's in your drink?", he asked, his hot breath meeting your ear. "Vodka Lemon", you called into his ear. Lando leaned back a little and held out his hand, signaling you that he wanted to try a sip.
You knew 2019 Lando never liked alcohol, in fact you couldn't recall a time where you've ever seen him drink. But you wordlessly handed him your glass and let the boy take a sip.
To your surprise he didn't grimace in disgust but took another sip. You reached out for your glass again. "Heyy, get yourself your own", you joked.
Lando laughed and carefully handed you the glass once again, his fingers lightly touching yours.
"You ever stood behind a DJ desk?", he asked, pointing to the mess of buttons next to him. You shook your head.
He held one hand out and wriggled his fingers. "Come on then", he demanded with a smirk and led you to the side where you could enter the private space.
"It's okay, I know her", he told the guy standing next to the small entrance before pushing the hip-high door open and let you in.
"Mi amor", he joked and took your hand. You chuckled and followed him.
"It's so many buttons!", you called into his ear, gracing his cheek slightly with the tip of your nose. His arm draped around your shoulders.
From the close distance you saw his slightly flushed cheeks and glaced eyes, along with the messy curls better than before.
"Come on I'll show you", Lando laughed and handed you the pair of headphones from his head.
He carefully put them over one of your ears, leaving the other free so he could still talk to you. Then Lando grabbed your hand and placed one finger on one of the buttons.
A loud remix-like sound arised and you flinched a little because you could hear it much louder and more clear through the headphones.
"That's so cool!", you called and pushed the button again.
Lando's left arm was still wrapped around your shoulders, his right hand was holding yours and guiding you to press the right buttons in the right moments.
You didn't notice but from across the room your brother starred Lando down with his glares.
"Why is he standing so close to her? He's way too close", he grumbled, taking a sip from his straw. "Let loose, they're not kids anymore", Rebecca smiles, wrapping one arm around Carlos' waist.
"She's 20", he defended you. "Exactly, she's not a child anymore", Rebecca talked to him in a smooth voice.
Carlos nodded but a frown was still visible on his face.
"Why is he touching her like this?", he asked after a few seconds of silence, pointing to Lando's hand that was wandering lower on your back. "Carlos, stop it", Rebecca chuckled and pulled him down on the couch, next to her.
A shiver went down your back when you felt Lando's fingers pushing themselves slightly under your crop top. You leaned into him a little further.
"What are you doing?", Lando softly mumbled in your ear, his hot breath hitting my skin. "What do you mean?", you asked, acting oblivious but pushing yourself further into him.
Lando closed his eyes for a second and his grip tightened around your waist. "Darling-", he hissed. "Lando", you whispered back. "Your brother is watching us really carefully right now", he mumbled against your neck.
"Then let's leave", you suggested, your heart beating because you didn't know if you went to far but Lando's low groan gave you confirmation that he was more than okay to leave.
You quickly put down the headphones that Lando had previously placed on your head. You grabbed his hand and he immediately linked your fingers, his hand feeling warm in your own.
"CabrĂłn!", you heard a voice yell behind you, immediately recognizing it as your brothers.
"Run!", you whispered but reacted too late as Carlos had already grabbed Landoâs shoulder. "Where do you think youâre going?", he asked, a stern impression on his face.
"Barbados, so we can get married in secret", you replied, rolling your eyes at your older brother. Lando suppressed a giggle and raised his arms when Carlos eyes landed on him again.
"Just taking her out for a spin, I promise Iâll get her back in one piece", the curly headed driver said, standing his ground under the watchful eyes of Carlos Sainz.
Your brother kept mustering the boy until you snapped your fingers in front of his face. "Cut it off, Iâm not a kid", you scolded your brother before grabbing Landoâs hand.
"Weâre leaving, Iâll see you tomorrow", you yelled back towards your brother and dragged Lando out behind you.
As soon as the fresh air hit your face you turned around to face Lando, still having his hand in yours. "I heard youâre taking me for a ride?", you grinned.
"You know that was an excuse", he laughed but moved towards his car. "Figured, but I wonât pass up on the opportunity to take a ride in your Mclaren", you giggled, turning around and leaning your back against the car. "I might just use you for your car", you smiled innocently.
Lando smirked and came closer, his knee pushing between your legs and his lips almost touching yours.
"Careful, I said Iâll bring you back in one piece, I never said anything about your ability to walk", he muttered, grabbing your waist firmer and pressing his lips on yours.
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NOT A SECRET â paige bueckers
pairing : paige bueckers x wnba!fem!reader
synopsis : the bliss of winning the wnba championship causes a big slip up that exposes your relationship to the world
warnings : explicit language, alcohol, cigars and sexual innuendos (if you donât like the new york liberty, you can replace it with your favourite team idc)
note : i havenât checked for typos that thoroughly so⌠my bad
word count : 2.6k
Whatâs better than succeeding in life in almost every aspect? Sharing that success with someone you love and that loves you back, unconditionally and wholly. Meeting Paige Madison Bueckers had undoubtedly been one of the best things that life had blessed you with, other than your flourishing career. The two of you had met in 2019, both playing for team USA. Later on you would meet again at UConn, playing and succeeding alongside each other for the past four years. It wasnât until barely a year ago, that the two of you decided to be brave enough to confess your love. But sadly, everything must end for a new chapter to begin, and here you were, living a two and a half hour drive from her to chase your dreams.
Luckily for you, Paige was the most dedicated and passionate girlfriend in the world, making it her mission to attend as many of your games during the playoff season as possible. Today was no different. It was her birthday, her special day, and here she was, supporting you. Hoping to celebrate you, rather than celebrating herself.
You were pacing around the open kitchen of yourâextremely overprizedâapartment, the nerves and anxiety eating at you like maggots, heart pounding in your throat and hands sweaty. This was by far, one of the most important games in your life so far, if not more important than the game against Iowa only six month ago.
âHow about you stop walking around in circles and câmere?â Paige spoke up from her spot on the malta-beige couch, arm slung over the back rest as her neck craned slightly to look back at you.
âI canât, I feel like Iâm about to throw up.â You spoke, your voice coming out almost like a choked whine, wiping your hands down on your sweatpants for the umpteenth time in the past hour.
You only had an hour left until you had to be ready and at the Barclays Center. Two and a half hours until the final game against the Minnesota Lynx began. You were a mess, and no one could blame you.
Sighing at your distressed state, the blonde lifted herself off of the couch, walking towards you with sympathetic eyes. She hated seeing you this way. It wasnât the first time, and definitely wouldnât be the last, but it never burdened her. If you needed to cling to her like a lifeline, she would be there. Every. Single. Time.
âOh, baby. Câmere.â Her arms opened wide once she was standing a mere foot away from you, wrapping you into a hug. So tight and warm, so comforting and safe that for a moment, it felt like all your worries vanished into thin air. The only thing that mattered was the intoxicating scent and the protective warmth of your girlfriend.
You buried your face into the crook of her neck, arms wrapping around her waist as you allowed yourself to breatheâreally breatheâfor the first time since you had woken up. âIâm just scared. What if I mess up? What if I disappoint everyone and then Iâll be the rookie that ruined everything.â You mumble into her neck, voice slightly muffled but she understood you perfectly.
âHey. Hey, look at me.â Paigeâs voice was firm, yet it didnât lack the tenderness and gentleness you so desperately needed. Her hands snaked up, pulling away from the hug just enough to be able to cup your face in them. âThatâs bullshit and you know it. Youâre on top of the league right now, if not the world. This is not going to ruin your career. It is not going to diminish everything you have achieved and youâre sure as hell not going to disappoint everyone.â
With her hands cradling your face, thumbs brushing against your cheeks and eyes looking deeply into yours, you couldnât help but tear up. Maybe it was the stress, maybe the nerves, or maybe it was the reassurance and praise that not only her words offered, but her entire presence in that moment.
âYouâre going to be great, just as youâve always been. How many times have you felt just like this and ended up wiping the floor with everyone?â
The way she was looking down at you almost had your knees crumbling, so gentle and sincere. âYou think so?â Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper and if it had been any other situation, you wouldâve cringed at yourself.
âBaby, I know so.â Paige didnât have to say more than that. It was enough to boost your confidence from basement level, to the roof.
You didnât say much either, choosing to bask in the moment, hands snaking up to lay over hers that were still cupping your face, looking up at her with glassy eyes and a faint smile. In that moment, it was only appropriate for you to inch closer, placing a soft and short kiss on her pillow soft lips.
A smile crept up on the blonde as you pulled back again, âSo⌠How about âpre-game good luckâ head?â
âWell⌠Wait, No! Iâm still in distress.â
The arena buzzed with a low hum of anticipation as you stood at the edge of the court, taking in the packed stands, the flashing lights, and the sea of Liberty blue and green. Your heart was poundingâthough you'd had nerves all day, they'd sharpened now that the moment was upon you . You scanned the crowd, gaze catching Paige's in her seat near the front. Paige's steadying smile softened the sharp edges of Your anxiety, and you exhaled, focus narrowing. This was it. The moment you had been working your ass of for. It was now or never.
As the whistle blew, your nerves dissolved like mist, replaced by the razor focus of competition. Everything outside the court vanished, your only objective now to take down the Lynx and bring home a win for the team. But as the first quarter unfolded, it became clear this game wouldn't go as planned. Your team struggled to find their rhythm, their usual crisp passes and quick plays seeming off. Shots were bouncing off the rim, free throws missed their mark, and the Lynx defense was ruthless. Every time you managed to drive toward the basket, you felt hands clawing at your arms, hips bumping you hard off course. You fought to keep your form steady, but even your own three-pointersânormally a guaranteed lifelineâfell just short. Beside you, Sabrina was playing through visible pain, her movements cautious, hindered by her UCL injury.
Paige's chest tightened with each missed shot and lost point, her eyes tracking your every move. She could see your frustration mounting, shoulders tensing after every failed attempt, and every bit of her wanted to rush down there, to shield you from the weight of this game. Tell you that she believed in you more than anything.
By halftime, the Liberty had fallen behind by nearly double digits. You felt your stomach knot and churn as you walked back down the tunnel toward the locker room, breath shaky, mind racing over every failed shot, every error. Before you knew it, hot tears were spilling down your cheeks, stinging with the shame of coming up short. You barely noticed the footsteps trailing you until you heard Paige's voice calling out her name, a beacon of comfort piercing her distress.
You slowed and turned, and there was your girlfriend, just outside the locker room door, her eyes brimming with concern. A teasing voice broke the tensionâStewie, giving you a gentle nudge on the shoulder. "Hey, save some of those tears for the win, rook. You're not out of this yet."
Despite yourself, you let out a shaky laugh, and then you were in Paige's arms, face buried against her shoulder. You clung to her, breathing in the familiar scent and drawing strength from your girlfriend's embrace. "I'm playing like shit right now," you mumbled, voice thick with disappointment.
She tilted your chin up, meeting your eyes with steady determination. "Hey, look at me. You've been through worse than this. Most of these people today are here to watch you. You're gonna go back out there and you're gonna play your game. I know you. You're not done." Her words wrapped around you like armor, steadying your nerves. With a last kiss on the cheek, Paige whispered, "Go show them who you are, Ma."
Buoyed by the reassurance, you returned to the court for the second half with renewed fire only ten minutes later. Your team began to close the gap, each player digging deep as they fought to find their rhythm. Your shots began to connect, and your movements were sharper, cleaner, feeding off your team's newfound energy. You could feel Paige's eyes on you from the stands, grounding you with every step.
By the time the game went into overtime, your team had clawed their way to a slim four-point lead, the clock ticking down the final seconds. With a fierce determination, you seized her momentâgripping the ball just past half-court, you made the reckless decision in a split second. You set your stance and launched a deep three-pointer, watching as the ball arched high into the air. The arena fell silent, everyone holding their breath as it spun toward the basket.
And thenâswish. The ball dropped cleanly through the net, and the crowd erupted, an unstoppable wave of sound crashing over the court. Your teammates surged around you, pulling you into hugs and shouting in joy, their faces bright with triumph. You felt the overwhelming relief, the weight of victory sinking in as tears of happiness filled your eyes.
Amid the chaos, your gaze instinctively searched for Paige, who was already standing by her seat, pride radiating from her. Without thinking, you ran toward her, your heart full to bursting. When you reached Paige, your threw your arms around her, catching her in a fierce embrace. Before either of you registered what you were doing, you pressed a kiss to Paige's lips, the world melting away in that single moment. You were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down, anytime soon.
Paige held you close, tears shimmering in her own eyes as she whispered, "I'm so proud of you, Baby. You fucking did it."
And for the first time in a long time, you felt the weight of every struggle, every doubt, lifted, replaced by the solid warmth of love, victory, and the freedom to embrace who you truly were.
But then it dawned on you. The sudden realization of what you had just done and your face dropped, heart pounding impossibly faster in your throat all while Paige continued to hold you close. "Oh my god... Oh. My. God." You could barely manage to find the words, the guilt of what you had just done so impulsively hitting you like a wave and throwing you off that thrown you had been sitting on just a mere minute ago.
"I'm so sorry. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... Oh god, I fucked up. The whole world just saw that, what do we do?" It was clear as day that you were panicking, the fear of disappointing your girlfriend eating away at you.
Paige however, didn't seem to have lost that smile on her face, her bright eyes almost blinding with the sparkle that shimmered in them, all while gazing at you. "I don't care. We've talked about this before, I want the world to know."
"Really?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, not trusting yourself to keep it from cracking in that moment.
"Yes, really. I would be fucking insane if I had anything against the world knowing that I'm not only dating the most wonderful person alive, but also a champion."
Your frown quickly turned upside down into a small smile, heart searing with love and pride. Not only were you a winner tonight, but with her on your side, you'd be a winner for the rest of your life.
"Now go and celebrate, you deserve it." The blonde began to release you from her grip, a soft grin playing on her lips.
"Come with me." You suggested instantly, not wanting to be apart from her for even just a second, if you didn't have to. "I wanna show off my prettier trophy on her birthday."
Paige's grin melted into a smirk, the sparkle in her blue eyes suddenly clouded and you had to make sure that your own eyes weren't playing tricks on you. "Your trophy, huh? Oh, I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get back home, champ."
Back in the locker room, the team was in full championship mode. As you and Paige stepped in, you were instantly drenched with a spray of ice-cold champagne, your teammates laughing and cheering as they each took turns celebrating. The room was filled with a mix of joyous shouts, laughter, and the sticky-sweet smell of champagne spilling from bottles held high. You could feel the bubbles fizzing on your skin, jersey soaked through, but none of that matteredâthis was the taste of victory, and you drank it in like the best moment of your life.
Stewie grinned, grabbing a cigar and offering it to you with a proud nod. âHere you go, rook. Youâve earned it.â
You took it with a chuckle, feeling the weight of the cigar in your hand as you looked around at your ecstatic teammates. You didnât smoke often, but right now, it felt like the perfect way to mark the moment. As you lit up, you took a slow draw and exhaled, watching the smoke curl into the air, feeling an odd thrill in the movement. Around you, your teammates roared in laughter and cheered you on, playfully tousling your hair and congratulating you as you relaxed further into the moment.
Paige stood slightly apart from the chaos, watching you with an expression of open admiration. Paigeâs gaze lingered on you, catching every spark of joy in your eyes, every smile, and every bit of laughter that spilled from your lips. She let herself soak in the sight, wanting to imprint it on her memoryâthis perfect image of you, triumphant and glowing, a little champagne-drunk and flushed from the celebration. She didnât care about the sticky residue of the champagne on her own skin or the faint smell of smoke in the air; all she could focus on was you, looking impossibly beautiful.
As you took another drag, exhaling the smoke with an air of confidence that was as charming as it was unfamiliar, Paigeâs heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way you held herself tonight, bold and carefree, that sent a shiver down Paigeâs spine.
You caught Paigeâs eyes and, with a giggle, took a playful step toward her, the effects of the champagne clear in your soft, relaxed gaze. âAre you okay over there?â you teased, tilting your head with a grin, clearly catching on to Paigeâs stare.
Paigeâs lips curled into a smirk, her voice low as she leaned in, brushing a hand along your arm. âOh, Iâm doing great,â she murmured, her tone filled with a hint of mischief. âJust⌠canât wait to get you home.â
Your eyes sparkled with a playful challenge as you smirked right back, the faint scent of champagne and cigar smoke hanging in the air between them. âIâm all yours in an hour or so,â you whispered, leaning in close enough that only Paige could hear.
âLongest hour of my life,â Paige replied, her voice barely above a breath, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as they lingered on your smile.
The locker room buzzed around you, but in that moment, you both were in your own world, two people tangled in a look filled with promises for later, ready to savor every bit of this winâtogether.
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tw: murder, transmisogynoir
( article published feb. 24th, 2024 )
COLUMBIA, S.C. â A South Carolina man was found guilty Friday of killing a Black transgender woman in the nationâs first federal trial over a hate crime based on gender identity.
After deliberating for roughly four hours, jurors convicted Daqua Lameek Ritter of a hate crime for the murder of Dime Doe in 2019. Ritter was also found guilty of using a firearm in connection with the fatal shooting and obstructing justice.
A sentencing date has not yet been scheduled. Ritter faces a maximum of life imprisonment without parole.
[...]
The four-day trial over Doeâs killing centered on the secret sexual relationship between her and Ritter, the latter of whom had grown agitated by the exposure of their affair in the small town of Allendale, according to witness testimony and text messages obtained by the FBI. Prosecutors accused Ritter of shooting Doe three times with a .22 caliber handgun to prevent further revelation of their romance.
[...]
Doeâs close friends testified that it was no secret in Allendale that she had begun her social transition as a woman shortly after graduating high school. She started dressing in skirts, getting her nails done and wearing extensions. She and her friends discussed boys they were seeing â including Ritter, whom she met during one of his many summertime visits from New York to stay with family.
But text messages obtained by the FBI suggested that Ritter sought to keep their relationship under wraps as much as possible, prosecutors said. He reminded her to delete their communications from her phone, and hundreds of texts sent in the month before her death were removed.
Shortly before Doeâs death, their exchanges grew tense. In one message from July 29, 2019, she complained that Ritter did not reciprocate her generosity. He replied that he thought they had an understanding that she didnât need the âextra stuff.â
He also told her that Delasia Green, his main girlfriend at the time, had insulted him with a homophobic slur after learning of the affair. In a July 31 text, Doe said she felt used and Ritter should never have let Green find out about them.
[...]
Green said that when he showed up days later at her cousinâs house in Columbia, he was dirty, smelly and couldnât stop pacing. Her cousinâs boyfriend gave Ritter a ride to the bus stop. Before he left, Green asked him if he had killed Doe.
âHe dropped his head and gave me a little smirk,â Green said.
from the HRC:
Doeâs friends and family remembered her on social media as having a âbright personalityâ and being someone who âshowed loveâ and who was âthe best to be around.â Another friend wrote, âIf I knew Friday was my last time seeing you, I would have hugged you even tighter.â
according to NYT's article, she also worked as a hairdresser. she was only 24.
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White Fireproof - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
warnings: unprotected sexual activities
Wrap it before you tap it.
wordcount: +2k
a/n: White fireproof tribute (the 2019 one, the one that actually had aura)
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
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Iâm not one to get distracted easily.
Really, Iâm not.
But thereâs something about the way Lewis moves when heâs in his element that justâŚscrambles my brain.
And right then, standing in front of me, adjusting the collar of this brand-new, snow-white fireproofs like heâs trying on his newest Dior collection instead of his race driver uniform.
âDo you think this watch pops enough against the white?â he asks, flicking his wrist in my direction.
I hum in response, my eyes glued to the line of his shoulders, the fit of the material across his chest, and the way it clings to his hips like itâs got a personal vendetta against me.
I mean Iâve seen him in fireproofs a hundred times, but this shade of white? This specific white? Sinful.
Lewis keeps talking, oblivious to my descent into thirsty nostalgia. âI think itâll works for the shots. Clean, sleek. What do you think, babe?â
âMmhm,â I mutter, my mind decidedly not in the present.
Hereâs the thing: Lewis like this, all crisp and sharp, unlocked a memory I had neatly tucked away.
Abu Dhabi, 2019. Last race of the season.
Last time he wore a fireproof this white at a race. And the first of many times we did something recklessâbut oh-so worth it.
Lewis, bless his heart, keeps chatting. Rambling on about how the watchâs black dial contrasts with the white fabric, and Iâm sitting here pretending to listen while my brain serves up a reel of that night.
âAnd then they said we might try another angle where the light hits the watch just rightââ
Oh, Iâll tell you about angles, sir.
Like the one I had to work at to get around the time frame on that fireproof while making good on a promise that was half a joke, half a long-standing fantasy.
He finally looks at me, his brows pulling together slightly. âYou good? Youâre quiet.â
âYeah, yeah,â I wave a hand, crossing my legs to try and focus. âJust thinking aboutâŚstuff.â
Smooth, Y/n. Really smooth.
I didnât think Iâd actually do it.
A tipsy promise made over tequila shots months ago doesnât usually hold much weight. But then again, Iâm not dating just anyone.
Iâm dating Lewis Hamilton, one of the most competitive guys Iâve met, fresh off winning the last race of the season and securing a Grand Chelem after achieving his 6th championship two races back.
And who am I to back out now, when heâs standing in front of me, soaked in champagne, grinning like heâs on top of the world?
He barely gets two steps into the driverâs room before Iâm on him. I press him against the door, his laugh vibrating against my lips as I kiss him like weâve got all the time in the world, even though we donât.
âSomeoneâs happyâ he teases between kisses, his hands settling on my hips.
âYouâve got no idea,â I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling back slightly. His gaze, dark and shining, flicking between my eyes and my lips.
I let my fingers toy with the zipper of his race suit, tugging it down just enough to reveal the long sleeve underneath. âRemember the bet?â I ask, my voice low, playful.
He blinks, clearly taking a second to process, and then his brows shoot up. âYouâre serious?â
âVery serious.â I grin, dragging the zipper down the rest of the way. âWe got fifteen minutes, champ.â
He swallows hard, the heat in his eyes unmistakable now. âYes maâamâ he mutters, no resisting as I guide him toward the small sofa tucked in the corner of the room, giving him a gentle push.
He obeys, leaning back slightly, his legs spread just enough to make my mouth water.
I settle between his knees, my hands gliding over the champagne-soaked fireproofs. The fabric clings to his skin, warm and damp beneath my fingers, exuding that sharp, fizzy scent of victoryâsweet and metallic, a heady mix of adrenaline and success.
His gaze doesnât waver, intense and unblinking, like heâs trying to commit every second of this to memory.
I can hear the quickening rhythm of his breath, and the barely-there hitch that makes me shiver. His chest rises and falls beneath my hands, steady but heavy, the pulse in his neck beating fast enough for me to notice, almost in sync with my own racing heartbeat.
âYou with me?â I ask, smirking as I press a kiss to his hand that is hovering mine. His silence is answer enough.
His breath hitches audibly as my fingers hook into the waistband of his fireproofs, the sound low and raspy like itâs caught in his throat.
The soft rustle of fabric against his skin fills the air as I tug them down, revealing smooth, sweat-slicked skin that glistens faintly under the dim lights. The faintest trace of cologneâwoody, cleanâlingers where his body heat mingles with the champagne.
 Itâs intoxicating, almost dizzying, and I canât help but lean in, my nose brushing just above his waistband to drink it in.
The bulge in his briefs is impossible to ignore, and I let my fingers trail over it lightly, earning a soft groan from him.
âYou knowâ I say, leaning in close, my lips brushing against the fabric âif you walk into that debrief with this situation still going on, it might be a little awkward.â
He chuckles, though itâs strained. âHelp me then.â
âMaybe I shouldâ I reply, pulling his briefs down just enough to free him.
Heâs already hard, the tip glistening with precum.
I start slow, my tongue flicking out to taste him, and the salty but fruity tang spurring me. I drag my tongue along the length of him, spreading the slickness as I go.
His breath is uneven, and I can feel his restraint slipping.
When I finally take him into my mouth, I go as far as my throat allows, the coolness of my lips contrasting with his heat. I pull back with a soft pop, flicking my eyes up to meet his.
His gaze is locked on me, intense and unwavering.
I wrap both hands around his length, stroking him slowly, deliberately, while maintaining eye contact. His lips part slightly, and when I hear the first low moan escape, I canât help but grin.
âEnjoying yourself?â I tease, my voice raspy.
His only response is a shaky exhale, and I take that as my cue to dive back in, my mouth working with my hands. His hips twitch slightly, his self-control barely there anymore.
The sounds he makesâsoft groans, sharp inhales, and the occasional whispered curseâare like music.
His thighs tense under my palms, firm and unyielding, as if bracing for whatâs next. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the heady mix of sweat and lingering champagne heightening every inhale I take.
His body is alive beneath me, each twitch, each gasp, syncing with my rhythm of hands and mouth.
When I glance up again, his head is tipped back, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Heâs completely lost in the moment, lost in me.
I pull back, letting him slip from my mouth as I sit back on my heels and his eyes snap open, dark and desperate, as if Iâve just yanked him back to earth.
âProblem?â I ask innocently, tilting my head, pretending like Iâm done.
His jaw clenches. âBabeâ he murmurs, his voice a low growl, his eyes narrowing in that way that makes my stomach flip.
I raise a brow, waiting. He knows what I want. He exhales heavily, his hand reaching out to rest on the back of my head.
With the gentlest pressure, he guides me back down. âDonât stop,â he says softly, his thumb brushing over my jaw.
I smirk before taking him in again, my lips wrapping around him, picking up right where I left off.
His hands stay on me, not pushing, just there, grounding himself. I can feel his thighs tense beneath my palms, his body teetering on the edge.
And thenâfootsteps. A knock on the door.
âOi, hurry up, you two!â Angelaâs voice cuts through from the other side. âFive minutes leftâ
Lewis freezes, his entire body going rigid. His eyes shoot to the door and I freeze right with him, unmoved, my tongue teasing him lightly just to test his resolve.
Angelaâs steps fade down the hall, and I finally lift my head just enough to whisper, âSheâs gone.â
His shoulders sag, and he lets out a breathy laugh. âYouâre gonna kill meâ he mutters.
âNot before I finish what I started.â
Without missing a beat, I shift my focus, letting my hand drift lower to gently cup his balls. I massage them with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch, all while my mouth works him steadily.
His hips twitch, and I know Iâve got him.
âShit,â he breathes, his head falling back.
It doesnât take long before his hands move again, this time pulling gently at my head, trying to stop me. âBabe,â he rasps, his voice strained. âIâm gonnaââ
I hum in response, doubling down, taking him deeper. His grip tightens, his hips jerking slightly as he tries to warn me again, but Iâm not stopping.
Not this time.
His body tenses, and then I feel itâhot and thick, spilling down my throat.
I swallow every drop, my eyes locked on his, watching as his features twist in pure bliss. His mouth falls open, and the quietest, most wrecked groan escapes him as he collapses back against the sofa. Spent.
I give him a few more gentle strokes, making sure Iâve got everything, before finally pulling back, letting my lips trail one last time over the sensitive tip.
His hands fall to his sides, useless, as he tries to catch his breath.
I rise slowly, crawling up his body until Iâm face to face with him. His eyes are half-lidded, heavy with satisfaction, but they donât leave mine.
I press a soft, chaste kiss to his lips, like I hadnât just sucked him dry moments before.
âThanks for the trophy,â I whisper against his mouth, grinning.
Iâm still half-lost in my own mind when Lewisâs voice breaks through the haze. âLove, you good?â
I blink, snapping back to the present. Heâs standing in front of me, white fireproofs hugging every muscle, his brow slightly raised, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âYeah, yeah,â I mutter, waving a hand dismissively, even as my cheeks burn. He doesnât need to know how far down memory lane I just went. âJust... admiring the view.â
His smirk deepens. âUh-huh.â He steps closer, leaning in slightly. âYouâve been staring at me like that since I put this on. Something on your mind?â
Oh, you sweet, oblivious man.
I clear my throat, standing up from the couch and brushing past him to inspect his fireproofs more closely. âAll Iâll say itâs,â I start, my fingers tracing the fabric near his shoulder, âItâs not as good as the 2019 one.â
He scoffs, crossing his arms. âI thought you liked the all-white look.â
âI did,â I admit, turning to face him fully, my hands on my hips. âBut these little dot patterns?â I point at the subtle textured details near his ribs. âTheyâre throwing me offâ
He chuckles, shaking his head. âOf course.â
âHey,â I retort, poking him lightly in the chest, âIâm only pointing out the obvious. The 2019 ones were iconic. These? Meh.â I scrunch my nose for dramatic effect.
âMeh?â he repeats, incredulous. âOkay, little miss fashionistaâ
I grin. âAnd yet, here you are, still putting up with me.â
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to that soft, teasing tone that always gets me. âYouâve got strong opinions for someone who couldnât keep her hands off me in the old ones.â
TouchĂŠ.
âFair pointâ I concede, stepping back just enough to keep things playful. âBut letâs not forget who really benefited from that moment in history.â
He laughs, shaking his head as he adjusts the sleeves of his fireproofs. âYou know,â he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine, âI donât remember much from that race. But those ten minutes? Burned into my memory forever.â
I bite my lip, warmth blooming in my chest. âGoodâ I reply, my voice softening. âI like knowing I leave an impression.â
He reaches for my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. âYou always do.â
The knock on the door snaps us both out of the moment. âLewis, waiting for you!â
Lewis sighs, giving my hand a quick squeeze before letting go. â Iâll be right backâ
As he heads for the door, I canât resist one last parting shot. âTell the photographers to focus on your faceâ I call out. âItâs the real moneymaker.â
With one final smirk, he disappears down the hallway, leaving me alone with my thoughtsâand the satisfaction of knowing Iâll never look at white fireproofs the same way again.
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