#2672

[thewertsearch]

AG: What are these movies, anyway? They look just awful. EB: but you see, that is where you are wrong. these films are the finest earth has to offer! [...] EB: here, hang on, i will show you. EB: http://tinyurl.com/hullohumminburr EB: oh, but you will probably have to use your troll thingy to rewind time or whatever, to before the earth internet blew up so you can watch it.

Ah, Con Air. The 'troll title' that John gives it is hilarious, and pretty accurate. It's incredibly over-the-top, and its trailers exude the kind of bombastic 90's energy that makes you think you're watching a parody. You're not, though - the movie was just like that.

fedorafreak - ??:?? wardrobe largely incinerated. family deceased, remaining garments heavily wrinkled. commencing search through rubble for steam press, loved ones. grayslacks66 - ??:?? @ ff: hat status? p.s. @ ff condolences on tragic losses to family, professional attire.

Fedorafreak :(

Since Homestuck is mostly concerned with Sburb sessions, it's easy to forget what's happening outside the game. Out here in the Medium, we're removed from the direct consequences of the apocalypse. If we were focusing on Earth, this would be a very different story, with a very different tone.

Let's take a second to acknowledge that during the Con Air gag above, John mentioned - in a throwaway line - that the internet has been obliterated. Everything is ending, and the kids just have to carry on.

AG: [...] may8e you want to put that away? Somewhere discreet, where you usually keep it? AG: There is at least one girl spying on you right now, you know. EB: put what away? what are you talking about? AG: Your pail is showing, stupid!!!!!!!!

What? You mean, like, a bucket?

Literally a bucket.

I don't get it. It sounds like Vriska is saying that every troll has a bucket in their house, but that it's extremely rude to reveal it. I don't remember anything about buckets in Hivebent, though.

When the IMPERIAL DRONE comes knocking, you had better be able to supply genetic material to each of his FILIAL PAILS. [...] The genetic material - WITHOUT GOING INTO MUCH DETAIL - is a combinative genetic mix from the matesprit and kismesis pairs, respectively.

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[albertxylin]

Treadmill Life

So much of life is maintenance. So much of life is walking on a treadmill and staying exactly where you are. Cooking and cleaning and sleeping and working and paying bills And countless other tasks that orbit our lives like moons.

As if nobody has heard that old cliché about the journey and the destination. As if life is anything but an armful of regularity cradled close to our chests. As if there was ever a better reason to imagine Sisyphus happy.

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2672-Quill and Ink- 5/13/23

[harveyphotography]

Tutto qui spira grandezza, gusto, umanità, purezza, e bellezza, nel più alto grado. Credo che sarei più felice qui con voi, che in qualsiasi altro luogo. Ciò è il massimo elogio che io possa fare a questa città. Non so se voi amiate pitture, statue, bronzi, marmi antichi di tutte le qualità. Lo credo, perché lo desidero. - Klemens von Metternich

[pupgrandma2]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lularoe L Irma tunic .

[dolphelecat]

I Am A Freak x

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2672 - April 28th

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[liverpool-enjoyer]

idk WHAT rory sees in logan cause i cant see it no matter how hard i try

[itsoverfeeling]

whos up writing tonight ⁉️⁉️

[xtruss]

Finance: Credit Card Surcharge Guidance Set To Start In New York

— By Damon Fletcher | February 6, 2024

Rochester, N.Y. (WROC) — There is a new guidance for New York State businesses when charging an additional fee to customers paying with a credit card, starting on February 11.

This new guidance comes after Governor Kathy Hochul signed into law Assembly Bill 2672 in December, which imposes disclosure requirements with respect to credit card surcharges for transactions with New York customers.

“Transparency is crucial in building trust between businesses and communities and now patrons will be empowered to budget accordingly,” Governor Kathy Hochul said.

The New York Department of State also provided a list of dos and don’ts:

DO:

The business lists the higher credit card price next to a lower cash price.

The business lists the credit card price for items and services, then lets customers know they will receive a discount for using cash.

The business changes all prices to the credit card price.

DON’T:

The business posts a sign on the door and at the register stating an additional 3.9 percent surcharge will apply for credit card purchases.

“This business has a 4 percent cash discount incentive built into all pricing. Any purchases made with a credit or debit card will not receive the cash discount and an adjustment in cost will be displayed on your receipt.”

A convenience fee, service fee, administration fee, non-cash adjustment, technology fee, processing fee, etc., is charged to credit card users and added as a separate line item on a customer receipt.

The price tag of an item shows “$10.00, + 4 percent if paying with a credit card.”

Vendors will be required to post the highest price that consumers might pay when using a credit card, along with the price that is offered when the customer uses another payment method such as cash, check, or debit card.

Any surcharge must be no more than the amount charged to the business by its credit card provider.

Failure to do so can lead to a $500 penalty after every violation.

Local businesses continue to take and utilize credit card usage. Some businesses that spoke to News 8 that their customers’ credit card usage is about 90%.

For Three Heads Brewing’s taproom, that figure amounts to about 70%, but the president of the company, Daniel Nothnagle, says that credit card surcharges still cost the brewery $1,500 – $2,000 a month.

“We’ve always looked it as a necessary evil, we all like using credit cards, I use them myself for all my purchases, so no one wants to see extra fees, so we’ve always rolled it into the cost of products at the bar, we can afford to cover the cost of the surcharge,” he said.

He added a bulk of that surcharge is businesses footing the bill for credit card rewards programs.

[pesterloglog]

Vriska Serket, John Egbert

Act 5, page 2672-2674

AG: John, why are you standing around wasting time????????

EB: um, i don't know. you can see my future, can't you?

EB: how much time am i wasting?

AG: Enough to make me wonder what the hell your deal is!

EB: then i would venture to guess i am wasting time because you chose to pester me just now!

AG: Dammit, John.

AG: Stop sounding smarter than me. It is un8ecoming of someone so inferior.

EB: i mean, i was just pausing for a moment...

EB: to look at my trashed movie posters.

EB: they bring back memories, of a life that i guess is long gone now.

EB: but you probably know what that is all about.

AG: Yeah, I know.

EB: it wasn't even that long ago, but it already seems like forever since i was on earth!

EB: it was a pretty nice place, i bet you would have liked it.

AG: It seems a little too sunny for my liking.

EB: well, what about you? do you miss your planet, and your parents and such?

AG: The life I left 8ehind wasn't so hot, to 8e honest.

EB: oh. that's too bad.

AG: Why don't we not talk a8out that!

AG: What are these movies, anyway? They look just awful.

EB: but you see, that is where you are wrong. these films are the finest earth has to offer!

AG: Are they a8out clowns?

EB: no, no. i drew those clowns in my sleep, for some reason.

AG: ::::|

EB: this one here is so great. it is about this street tough renegade who did hard time behind bars, and wants nothing more in the world than to reunite with his loving wife and daughter. but not so fast! he has to go on crazy and dangerous escapades through the sky with a motley assortment of rogues led by john malkovich, who is wise to cage's heroic nature and pure heart. they tether a grumpy police man's awesome car to the plane and smash it, and then later they crash into some casinos. cage gets out of the wreckage and hugs his family, and i usually tear up a little.

EB: that is my working troll title for the movie, i hope it was ok.

AG: John, even though your title is quite amusing and pro8a8ly kind of cute, that movie sounds hilariously 8ad!

EB: yeah, well you are hilariously WRONG!

EB: here, hang on, i will show you.

EB: http://tinyurl.com/hullohumminburr

EB: oh, but you will probably have to use your troll thingy to rewind time or whatever, to before the earth internet blew up so you can watch it.

AG: Is this like the Earth equivalent of Gru8tu8e or something?

EB: i guess??

AG: Man. I am not watching this shitty video. It looks so 8ad!

EB: ok, suit yourself.

EB: but there it is, in case you are ever hankering after some incredible movie magic.

AG: Ok, I will 8e sure 8ookmark it and la8el it "dum8 kid's retarded nonsense."

EB: ok, good idea.

AG: 8y the way! Why aren't you using your computer glasses to talk suddenly????????

AG: This device seems less efficient, and doesn't look as cool!

EB: oh, the goggles are cool and all, but they kind of restrict my vision stupidly when i'm using them!

EB: i should remember to make a new hands-free device, that is less obtrusive.

EB: maybe after i make a new computer so i can install this game.

AG: How will you duplic8 it? Isn't it smashed out there on your lawnring?

EB: yeah, but i can use one of my old previously punched cards.

AG: Oh, gr8.

AG: Uh........

AG: John?

EB: what?

AG: Ok, I will slide you a 8r8k 8ecause clearly your 8lock was just ransacked.

AG: 8ut may8e you want to put that away? Somewhere discreet, where you usually keep it?

AG: There is at least one girl spying on you right now, you know.

EB: put what away? what are you talking about?

AG: Your pail is showing, stupid!!!!!!!!

EB: my pail?

EB: you mean this bucket here?

AG: Yes! Come on, will you take a hint and show some decorum????????

EB: umm...

EB: i'm really not following. what do you have against buckets?

AG: Man! Nothing, really. It's just........

AG: Ok, may8e humans don't really have any sense of shame over this sort of thing?

EB: shame over what?

EB: it's just a bucket! you know, for putting soapy water in and cleaning stuff with.

EB: why, what do trolls use them for?

AG: Oh.

AG: Haha, yeah, of course!

AG: That's what I was talking a8out. Your cleaning 8ucket.

AG: In troll culture we consider cleaning products to 8e really indecent or something!

AG: I am 8lushing furiously a8out it right now. Please try to 8e sensitive to my cultural ways and understandings.

EB: wow... uh. that is definitely pretty odd.

EB: but ok, i'm sorry you saw my bucket. i will just chuck it out the window i guess.

AG: Thank you, John. That is very gentlemanly of you.

AG: Now will you quit shitting around and get on with it!!!!!!!! God.

EB: well i was GOING to but you started babbling at me!

EB: jeez, spinneret.

AG: That isn't my real name, you dope!

EB: ok, then what is it!

AG: I ain't telling you that!

AG: It's a sekret. :::;)

EB: *ROLLS EYES*

EB: all eight gross spidery eyes!

EB: oops i mean !x8.

AG: You don't even need to say that. I can see you rolling your eyes, remem8er?

EB: oh yeah.

[miaountainmama]

jealous

characters: jouno, fem!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, collaring, oral (m!recieving), degradation and praise, use of good girl, he gets jealous and fucks you over his desk. i also don't feel like tagging but this one is relatively tame too. minors dni or i'll eat your bones

wc: 2672

a/n: i love writing jouno smut. man is so talkative

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”

You shake your head at Jouno’s question— you knew you could never hide anything from him. You could never lie to him. Still, to be caught like this…

“I couldn’t help it,” you reply meekly, tugging weakly at the leather collar around your neck. The fabric is comfortable— Jouno picked out something nice and soft for you when he bought it. He switches like that, between someone who considers your every need and someone who pushes you just for the pleasure of it. Right now, he felt like the latter.

“…Couldn’t help it?” Jouno’s voice is low and smooth, and you swallow, knowing that no matter what you said, you would not be getting out of this situation easily. Your breath catches as he suddenly yanks on the chain connected to your collar, and you’re forced to look up at him from where you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“Couldn’t help what? Couldn't help thinking about getting your cunt fucked by another man? Couldn’t help thinking about replacing me?” He chuckles bitterly, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do to make yourself look any better in this situation.

“I heard your heartbeat when you were looking at him. And the smell of your— ugh. Sickening. To think you’d get off thinking about Tecchou of all people.” He’s circling you now, heels clicking against the floor of his office, and you don’t dare to turn your head and follow his movements. You stare straight ahead, feeling the sweat bead on the back of your neck as you flush from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and, though he can tell you’re genuine, his lip curls in distaste as he stops in front of you. His fingers twitch around the chain leash.

“I’ll make you sorry. Get up,” he orders, and you follow without hesitation, standing and shifting your weight nervously from side to side. He points to a spot by his desk, and you get the idea, quietly shuffling towards it and standing with your back facing him.

“Bend over.”

Your face burns, but you comply, resting your elbows on the smooth surface of the desk and bending at the waist. You feel him step behind you, his gloved hand running along your arched back, and you can’t help but shudder at the touch. His hand lingers there for a moment before moving downwards, reaching around toward the front of your pants and unbuttoning them. Your breath hitches, but you let him do as he pleases, though your blush does darken as he pushes the fabric down your thighs, leaving you bare and exposed to him. You know he can sense how aroused his jealousy has gotten you, and shame bubbles up in your belly— you can hear the resentment in his voice as he sheds a glove and brushes his fingers between your legs, seeing for himself how wet you’ve become.

“My, so excited. So you enjoy this? You enjoy betraying me? Flitting around like a common whore?” You say nothing as you hear him messing with his belt and pants, and your heart rate spikes as you hear the leather drop to the ground. You know what’s coming, and your legs unintentionally spread a little— Jouno exhales in derision at this, mumbling an insult you can’t quite hear. 

A tremor runs through your body as you feel him press closer to you, his cock sliding in between your folds as he prepares to enter you, and your eyes flutter half shut at the sensation. 

“You don’t deserve an ounce of the pleasure I’m about to give you, you whore,” he snarls, and with that, he pushes into you, yanking your head back by the collar with one hand and grabbing you roughly by the hip with the other. You gasp out a choked moan, back arching further as he bottoms out inside you, and you barely have time to process before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward again in a rough thrust. It hits inside you just right, and you can’t hold back the groan that tumbles from your lips, feeling your entire body lurch forward from how forceful he’s being. 

The first couple of thrusts are slow and deep, but Jouno was never one for mercy. Within seconds he’s set a pace that has you seeing stars, and your hands clutch at the surface of the desk, trying to find any sort of support as he ruthlessly pounds into you. The air is filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin along with your heavy breaths and stuttered moans. He’s leaning over you now, pulling your head back by the leash so he can mutter things into your ear as his hips move against yours.

“Could Tecchou ever make you feel this good? Hm?” he says lowly, voice antagonistic, and you only moan out in response, already too fucked out to think. He lets out another displeased exhale before he pulls the chain back and sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“Answer me.”

Luckily for you, you’re able to form together a garbled no, and he hums in approval, rewarding you with a kiss over the new mark on your neck and another rough snap of his hips. 

“Good girl. See, you can behave. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He doesn’t expect an answer this time, which is good for you because you don’t know whether you could give one right now. You’re too busy gripping onto the desk for dear life, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock pressing up just right against the spot inside you. He’s good— criminally good— even more so when he reaches around you and swipes a finger against your clit, not quite rubbing yet but applying enough pressure that it has you reeling.

“Are you going to be good from now on?” he says,  leaning further over you to murmur directly into your ear, and you nod your head, always eager to please. His hands are so warm, and the thought of him adding extra stimulation has you practically whining. It’s hard to think when he’s so close to touching you like that, still going at a steady pace with his hips.

“Mhm, I promise, Sai,” you breathe out, panting at this point, and he coos another good girl, causing your blush to darken as the praise goes right to your core. He rewards you by finally touching you, wetting his fingers on your slick before lightly pinching your clit. You let out a gasp, back arching at the sudden rush of sensation. Jouno chuckles from behind you, and you have half a mind to whip your head around and ask him what he thinks is so funny until he starts rubbing, and that clears any ounce of brattiness from your system. It feels so good you swear you’re about to cum on the spot— and he can tell. 

“So desperate for my touch? You’re soaking. You really are a whore.” His voice is full of amusement as he continues his efforts to pleasure both you and him, and he reaches out with the hand still holding the leash to fist at your hair and pull it back. Your legs begin to shake, but he shows no signs of slowing down.

“About to cum so soon? We can’t have that. Hold it in. You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to,” he orders, and your eyes shoot open, tears shooting to them as you struggle to hold back your orgasm.

“But- Sai, I can’t, I can’t,” you babble, and you swear this man doubles his efforts instead of offering you mercy. Your moans become louder, 

harder to suppress, and he tightens his grip in your hair. The sounds of skin against skin get more aggressive.

“Jouno- Sai, please,” you continue, practically begging at this point, and you can feel his hands twitch from where they’re holding and pleasuring you. A soft spot of his, perhaps, a weakness for begging? It’s shameful, but you’re too desperate, too close to release to care as you target and exploit that soft spot for all it’s worth. 

“Sai, please, I need to cum, please, I can’t- I can’t hold it,” you’re whimpering by now, tears threatening to spill over your lash line, but he just hums in response, still ramming into you and circling your clit skillfully, and soon, the knot in your belly unravels. You’ve lost.

Your back arches to an almost painful level as you climax, and the moment Jouno realizes what’s happening he lets out a breathy laugh and begins to suck at your neck to overwhelm you even further. The tears really do fall now, and you sob out his name as he pleasures you through your high, never stopping even as your hips twitch and jerk. Your grip on the desk tightens to the point where you feel you’re about to splinter the wood. Eventually, you reach that point where everything becomes sensitive, and a shudder runs through your body. You know he feels it— still, he doesn’t stop, choosing to bite down on the crook of your neck instead, and your eyes squeeze shut as a strangled moan leaves your lips.

“Too much,” you whimper, feeling the hot tears running down your cheeks and dripping off of your chin, yet the man just hums again, choosing to ignore you, getting off to the sounds of your overstimulation— you can’t keep your mouth shut, moans and cries and sobs spilling into the air. You don’t know how long he keeps you on that threshold— it could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but as he whispers that you can take it you hate that you want to prove him right. You let him mark you up, you let him hold your head back by the hair, you let him fuck you so hard you cry— you let him do everything he wants to do to you until you hear a satisfied moan slip from his own lips, and he finally slows down. He hasn’t finished yet, but as he twitches inside you, both of you panting and gasping for breath, you know he’s getting there. He pushes all the way in and bends over you, turning your head so you can look directly at him.

“Mm. Such a shame. Directly disobeying my orders not to cum. What happened to being good?” he clicks his tongue, and your face burns with shame. You move to apologize, but the sound dies on your tongue as he shushes you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of contact, but he shushes you again, spinning you around to face him. You grab onto him for support, so fucked out you’re off balance.

“I’m not done with you yet. On your knees.”

He regards you with a light smile as you blink up at him, still sniffing and crying from the previous overstimulation, but you drop down to the floor at his command, knowing better than to go against him. You clutch at the fabric of his pants for a moment as you kneel in front of him, trying to regain any semblance of composure, and you’re surprised that he loosens the hold on the chain leash and runs his hands through your hair, letting you get those few precious seconds of rest. Perhaps he knows you need it before he inevitably ruins you a second time. Regardless, you lean into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your scalp.

As expected, he only gives you a few seconds, but it’s seconds that are appreciated. It mellows you out, and you open your mouth without complaint once Jouno shuffles forward and tilts your head up with a hand, grabbing himself with the other and tapping his cockhead against your lips. He’s surprisingly gentle as he inserts himself into your mouth, still cradling your head, though you know that won’t last. You place your hands on his body and wait for him to take control as he usually does.

His first couple of thrusts are shallow, slow. He moves deeper, and as his tip hits the back of your throat you gag and whine— he hushes you, rubbing circles on your jaw with his thumb. Your eyes water again. 

Jouno pays no mind, letting out sighs of pleasure as he begins to thrust faster, harder, moving the hand not holding the leash to run through your hair again. You look up at him with watery eyes as you allow him to use you, and soon he’s fucking your mouth just as hard as he was fucking you earlier. Though it’s difficult to keep yourself together, though you’re crying unintentionally and drooling and overall ruined, he pacifies you by murmuring words of praise down to you. It’s satisfying to see him morph from smug to this— you watch as his eyebrows slowly knit together, mouth dropping open to let out light grunts, and the more he finds pleasure in your body, the redder his cheeks get. 

“Ah, you feel- you’re being so good for me, fuck,” he pants, and you peer up at him contentedly as he slowly begins to fall apart. A weak noise slips from your open mouth as he tightens the leash, now using it to pull you up and down on his cock, and his head falls back at the added sensation. He’s holding back his sounds still, though, and you can’t have that. You quickly swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulls back again, and that seems to loosen his lips. He lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard, breathy and coated in pleasure, and he speeds up. 

“Keep doing that,” he commands, though it lacks any sort of bite— it’s more of a whine than anything else. His thrusts are getting sloppy, erratic, and you can tell he’s getting close. You obey eagerly, willing to do anything that lets you hear his wonderful noises again, and as you let your tongue go to work he moans again, yanking you by the collar harder. His thrusts are getting shallower, faster, and you know there’s only a matter of seconds before it’s over. His voice pitches up— his hand tightens in your hair— and with a final thrust deep into your mouth he cums, spilling down your throat with a low groan. He seems done, but you? You continue to gently bob your head and swirl your tongue as you swallow, wanting to coax as much from him as possible, and your efforts are rewarded with a whimper. It’s the sweetest reward you could ever be given.

Hastily, he pulls out of your mouth, regaining his composure. He holds your head away from him for a moment before he retracts his hand, making sure to stroke your jaw with his thumb a few times before doing so. You look up at him happily from where you’re kneeling below him, hands still on his body, and he lets out a shaky exhale before resting his hands on yours and gently nudging them off of him.

“I trust you’ve learned your lesson?” he says, always one to try and remain in control at all times, and you nod, leaning your head against his leg. You hum in affirmation, and he sighs, reaching down to stroke your hair again. It puts a smile on your face, and it widens as his smooth voice praises you again.

“Good girl. Don’t do it again or I’ll have to punish you a second time.”

The idea of it sends your heart racing despite yourself. A second punishment didn’t sound too bad at all. 

“…Don’t get too excited. I won’t be as nice next time.”

[stepintothelimelight]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　° i would do

anything

you want me to…. ✧ ⁺ ┊

PART 4 of the Spitfire Saga

TRAILER: A home race that doesn’t feel like home anymore

(2018!f1grid x fem!Genz!driver!reader, max verstappen x reader (platonic), lewis hamilton x reader (platonic) sebastian vettel x reader (platonic))

For more Spitfire content go to my account and it’s my pinned post since tumblr hates me and won’t let me link anything :)

WARNINGS: FAMILY ISSUES, mentioned child abuse, swearing, gratuitous hurt/comfort, reader’s birthday happens before the gp, mention of a suicidal thought, ANGST, barely edited :)

fc: an assortment of female celebs

Aaaaannnnd ACTION!

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You arrive early, per usual, to make sure you have time for every fan, and maybe to catch a glimpse of Taylor Swift, who will be singing the national anthem today.

Your phone call with Seb last night quickly turned into him and Hanna knocking on your hotel room door and enveloping you in their arms. You fell asleep between the two of them, a comfort show playing on low volume in the background.

You hate that it caught you off guard. A small, stupid part of you actually believed that your family - your mother - could love you like they - like she- was meant to. 

It was supposed to be fun. You dressed up, treated them to one of the nicest restaurants in Austin. The second they arrived, though, it all turned to shit. 

At least your fans are majorly little girls and they couldn’t care less if you’re having widely photographed, public arguments with your older brother after a family dinner turned sour. 

Miraculously, you get into the paddock unscathed by prying questions into your personal life. You just get set up in your drivers room for Qualifying and try to put it all behind you. You don’t see Taylor, and unlike any other day, you don’t have the energy to face the paddock.

As you rearrange your hangers for the hundredth time, there’s a knock on your door. You sigh. Most of the team knows that you like your private time before any event, especially your first home race. 

“Yeah?”

The door opens slowly. It’s Lewis. Since the beginning of the season, your relationship with him has definitely developed. He’s good friends with Seb and you have a sneaking suspicion that he has told Lewis to keep an eye on you where Seb can’t. He’s become a sort of mentor-slash-friend and you couldn’t be happier, especially since you’ve both signed on for another few years at Mercedes. 

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say. 

Lewis sent me this. 

“Did you hear about Taylor Swift?” You exclaim. “How cool is that?”

He grants you a trademark half-smile. 

“Consider it a belated birthday gift.”

You eyes widen and your mouth drips open.

“It was you?”

He shrugs.

“It wasn’t very hard to convince her.”

You hurry over to him, hesitate for a second, then hug him gently. You’ve never hugged him in a normal setting. You break off of him and stand there, not quite knowing what to say next.

“Home race,” He says awkwardly. Lewis is hardly ever awkward. “Big deal.”

“Yeah.” You don’t mean to sound annoyed. Or tired. Or defeated. 

“Family coming? I’d like to meet them. I don’t think I have, yet. “

That’s true. Your mother has been to two Grand Prix since the start of the season and your father and brother one, respectively. They’re busy people, but after last night, some part of you wonders if your mother intentionally schedules conflicts so that they can never make it. 

That’s stupid, she says in your head. We love you. You’re the one who makes this whole thing impossible. 

When they have shown up, you’ve kept them as far away as possible from cameras, and Lewis draws every camera in every room he steps foot in. Maybe your brother is right. Maybe you hide them because of some secret shame you hold for them. The only thing you’re ashamed of is how complicated your relationship with your family is. 

“No. I-“

What?

Sent them home? 

Told them to never show their faces around the paddock again?

Cried into Seb’s chest all of last night wishing I was dead because of how horrible they make me feel?

“Couldn’t deal with them today,” you say decisively. The media might see you as a stone cold bitch, so why not Lewis, too. 

“They’re your family.”

“They hate me,” you whisper, turning back you your hangers. You’ve never said it out loud. Not to Max or Charles, not even to Hanna last night when she was helping you wash your face through swollen eyes and a runny nose.

“I’m sure they don’t-“

“You’ve never met them. My mom hates me. She loathes me and for the life of me I can’t figure out why. I have given her everything and she still don’t bring herself to even like me a little bit. The rest this I’m too independent, too liberal, not liberal enough, too opinionated, too young, too smart, whatever. My dad and his side wish I went to university and my mom’s side tries to chase the fame. It sucks. It didn’t use to be like this, but it is now.”

You spare a glance back at him. He’s wide- eyed. This is probably the most he’s heard you talk without cracking a joke or bursting out laughing.

“Have you told Seb? Or… Max, Charles?”

“Seb, yes. Max would order a hit on my entire family if I told him this type of thing and Charles would hide the evidence.”

What you told Charles at Christmas, he didn’t acknowledge then and there, but he was noticeably cold to your mother when you brought her to see him.  

Lewis studied you, then a look dawns on his face. It’s a mix of dread and fury, but he schools it quickly.

“Y/n,” He says in a very serious tone. “Don’t lie to me.”

Your brow furrows.

“Do they - does your mother or your father hit you?”

It wasn’t the question you’d expected, but it still makes your blood turn cold.

You think for a second, contemplate his expression, run the risks of him exploding if you tell him the truth. 

“No…” you trail off. “Once. I made her mad when I was fifteen and-“ you raise your own hand and slap your face. “Never after though.”

She cried into your shoulder for hours after, telling you just how sorry she was, how she would never dream of laying another violent hand on you again. 

Lewis’s mouth opens then closes. You purse your lips. 

“I don’t need my family,” you whisper. “And I don’t need you to worry about me. I’m fine.”

He gives you a look, one that says:

There’s no way in hell I believe you.

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chalmaxy/nship

chalmaxy/nship: Max and Charles (+Pierre) teaming up to cheer Y/n up 😫 they are sooooo whipped for her (even tho they pretend they hate each other 🙄)

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The video starts with the camera fixed on a very angry - looking Y/n. Her brow is set and her mouth is distorted in a flat line, which of course, is to be expected. She was obviously off her usual top-five worthy game today and has earned herself a starting position of P20.

The interviewer asks her a series of questions that she responds to very flatly and emotionlessly, so much so that her press officer elbows her in the side more than once to get an actual, genuinely not sarcastic answer out of her. 

And then -

“Do you think your family issues are the reason you’ve performed so miserably today?”

She stops. Pauses, opens her mouth then closes it again. 

“That,” she drags out bitingly. “was an incredibly stupid and insensitive question. Every question you’ve asked me today has been either completely patronizing or borderline inappropriate.”

She shoots a look at her press officer, shakes her head slightly, then leans into the microphone.

“You’ll understand why we’re choosing to cut this interview short.”

And then she turns and leaves the media pen.

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mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1: AAAAAaaaaaannnnnddd she’s done it again! A home race win is yet another thing our Spitfire can check off of her bucket list 💪 

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user6: Admin really said yes she’s a spitfire yes she’s OUR Spitfire 

user7: did anyone else notice how down Y/n seemed up on the podium tho

⮑ user11: Yeah, definitely not the energy we’re used to up there

yourusername: 🖤🖤

⮑user12: girl I need to know the tea behind the story and the tweet 🙏🙏🙏

user7: Call me crazy but she’s the biggest talent of her generation, not Verstappen 

⮑ user8: you’re crazy

⮑user9: @/user8: did we not just watch the same race? 

user10: she’s making the sport annoying.

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yourusername: Great home race win guys! 🇺🇸💥💥🦅💥 lovely to share the podium with maxie and lewie

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max33verstappen: Get ready, I’m coming to get you in an hour to celebrate 

⮑yourusername: I can’t drink here dumbass

⮑user13: MaxY/n confirmed???

taylorswift: So glad I finally got to meet you in person! 

⮑ user14: TAYLOR SWIFT WAS THERE AND Y/N DIDNT EVEN MENTION IT???? OH SOMETHING’S WRONG WRONG

⮑ yourusername: 🖤

user15: U go Spitfire!!

user16: Y/n is such a bitch. 

lewishamilton: This is starting to sound redundant, but congrats Y/n!

user17: I still can’t get over how rude she was to that reporter 

⮑user18: EVERY reporter is rude and/or patronizing towards her. She deserves to bite back once and a while

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True to his word, Max knocks on your door. You get up from the spot you’ve been staring out the window and open it.

He’s dressed up, ready to go out drinking, you suppose. You’ve changed into your pajamas and tied your hair up sloppily. 

He arches his eyebrows.

“Ready to celebrate?”

You shrug. 

“Not really in the mood. Plus I can’t drink here. You go ahead, tell the team to send me the bill and I’ll pick it up.”

You go to close the door then. He kicks his foot between the door and the doorframe. 

“Come out. It could still be fun,” He offers. “It’s your home race. I’d be happy if I won at spa.”

He raised his eyes brows at you and you look down guiltily. You should be happy. You’ve broken a record of some kind, you’re pretty sure, and every other driver dreams of winning his home race. 

“You’d be happy because your family would be there to see it,” you say bitterly. “Because then you’d be able to prove to them it wasn’t all for nothing. That you’re not selfish or - or something.”

Max closes the door when he hears your voice tremor. There’s a hard concern in his eyes. 

“Go, Max. You should celebrate.”

“I don’t want to anymore.”

You look him up and down. He’s gelled his hair and put on a non redbull shirt. Obviously he’s gearing up for a big night of celebrating. 

“Tell me,” He says. “You can talk to me. I’m not a stranger to family issues.”

You scoff and flop onto your bed. 

“It’s not a big deal.”

“You love partying. It’s a big deal.”

It’s quiet, except for his slightly heavy breathing. Here’s Mad Max Verstappen, standing at the foot of your bed begging you to confide in him with his eyes. His big, sad, droopy eyes.

You cover your face with the your arm.

“I can’t believe they actually left,” you choke out. “I told them to go and they just … left. The first time my entire family could muster up the time and effort to spend an entire weekend supporting me and they decide to just go home.”

Max moves towards you, hesitates, then settles himself on the floor next to your bedside table. 

“Why?”

You huff. 

“I don’t know. I push them away. I get on my mom’s nerves. I try too hard to impress my dad. Did you know,” you take a deep breath. “Did you know my mother hasn’t told me good night or I love you in five years?”

He sits and stares out the window. 

“Why doesn’t she love me, Max?”

It comes out more pathetic than you wanted it to. Max is probably one of the only people who might get it, just a little. 

“Schat…” he trails off. “I don’t know.”

Max is two years older than you. Sometimes those two years feel like a lifetime. You wish he was a lifetime older than you so he would know.

“Maybe…” He trails off. “Fuck. Maybe some people just aren’t made to be parents.”

You squeeze your eyes shut to try and push down the sobs building in your chest. Max, thankfully, doesn’t react when you let out a soft gasp and sniff wetly. He just sits there and stares out the window

Eventually, you curl up in your bed and Max sits a on the other side (on top of the covers, a safe two feet away) and turn on Star wars (The prequels - he’s a huge nerd, surprise, surprise).

Maybe some people aren’t made to be parents.

Maybe some people aren’t made to be daughters. 

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My first time writing smut... I hope that you will like it... Thanks for reading and have a great day! x3

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Warning: mdni! 18+, smut, nsfw

The mission had been horrible. Your heart still raced when you thought about the close calls, the moments when it felt like you might not make it out alive. But Gaz had been there. He stayed by your side, saving you whenever you needed him. Now, standing in the lobby of a hotel, you finally had a moment to breathe. Captain Price stood by the reception desk, collecting the room keys for the night as Soap leaned against the wall nearby, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Where are the rooms?” Soap asked, sounding exhausted as he glanced at Price.

Price returned with the keys in hand. ”Upstairs.” The captain replied, giving a key to each of the men. “Get some sleep. We're wheels up at 0600 sharp, so don’t even think about being late.”

The rest of the team nodded, each man taking their key and turning to head for the staircase. But then Price hesitated, clearing his throat as he looked over at you, his brow furrowing.

“(Y/N)...” He began slowly. “I’m sorry, but it looks like there aren’t enough rooms to go around. We’re short by one.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Before you could respond, Gaz stepped forward.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said with a small smile. “She can crash in my room. No problem.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, staring at him in surprise. “Are you sure?” You asked, a little uncertain. You didn’t want to impose, but the thought of sharing a room with Gaz didn’t sound all that bad.

He nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. “Yeah, don’t sweat it. We’ve been through worse, right?” You couldn’t help but smile back.

Price gave a curt nod of approval. “Sorted then. Just make sure you’re both ready in the morning.”

As Price turned away to head upstairs, you and Gaz exchanged a quick glance before making your way to his room. Once inside, you were greeted by a simple-looking king-size bed. The room was just as simple, but after the mission you only wanted somewhere to sleep.

“Look, you can take the bed.” Gaz said, already gesturing towards the floor. “I'll just crash down here. It’s no big deal.”

You shook your head immediately. “No way, Gaz. It’s your room. You take the bed, I’ll be fine with-“

Before you could finish, Gaz took a step closer and gently guided you towards the bed. “Love, you need the sleep. You’ve been through hell today. Just… take the bed, yeah?”

His voice was soft, but the concern behind it was clear. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the nickname.

“Then let’s share the bed.” You suggested softly. “There’s plenty of room.”

Gaz froze for a moment, his eyes widening, before he cleared his throat.

“Uh… yeah, sure. That works…” He said. He turned away quickly, busying himself with removing his gear and avoiding your gaze as much as possible.

You chuckled under your breath. He was so adorable…

The two of you finally settled into bed, the silence in the room was almost notable. Gaz turned his back to you, his body stiff, as if he wasn’t quite sure how to relax.

“Goodnight.” He murmured.

“Goodnight.” You replied softly, turning on your side to face him. You could see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his hand was clenched into a fist. A small smile tugged at your lips. The thought of Gaz being flustered by something as simple as sharing a bed with you, was just sweet.

Just before you drifted off, you shifted closer, your hand brushing lightly against his back. Gaz stiffened for a moment before he let out a quiet breath.

“Thanks for today, Gaz.” You whispered. Slowly you leaned to him and kissed his cheek to thank him.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt your warm lips press against his cheek. A shiver ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but close his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again and slowly turned around to face you, he found himself staring into your half-lidded gaze, your face mere inches from his own.

“Glad I could be there for you.” He murmured, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “You're safe now, and that's all that matters.”

His hand, still clenched at his side, relaxed its grip as he reached out tentatively, his fingertips brushing against your arm.

You slowly put your hand on his cheek, leaning to him to stare at his lips.

He instinctively tilted his head slightly towards your hand. His brown eyes locked onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, the silence stretching between you like a tightrope. Then, ever so gently, Gaz closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. You immediately deepened the kiss and it felt like a dream. A dream that you always had. Kissing your crush…

The kiss ignited something within Gaz. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that only you could satisfy. He groaned softly, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down along your jawline, nipping and kissing his way down to the sensitive skin of your neck.

The taste of you was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough. His mouth explored every inch of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites behind. One of his hands slid down to rest on your hip, while the other tangled in your hair, holding you firmly against him. “God, you’re incredible.” He breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

You bite your lip, trying not to moan as you feel his lips on your body. “Fuck...” You mumbled out, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

The sound of your voice was music to his ears. He growled lowly, his body responding instantly to your touch. He pressed harder against you, his hips grinding into yours as he continued to lavish attention on your neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He confessed; his voice rough with arousal.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his hot breath on you. “Trust me, I've wanted the same for so long...”

That confession made his heart race even faster. With a firm yet careful grip, he positioned himself above you. His eyes were wild with need as he looked down at you, taking in every detail of your flushed face and heaving chest. Without another word, he captured your lips once more in a passionate kiss. His tongue exploring the warmth of your mouth with a possessive intensity.

One of your hands slowly moved lower, trying to zip his pants open. “I need you...”

The feeling of your hand on his zipper sent a thrill through his entire body. He broke the kiss momentarily to look down at you, his expression a mix of desire and amusement. “Then take what you need.” He said, his voice a husky growl. He helped you unzip his pants, pushing them down just enough to free his throbbing erection.

He watched intently as you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly. The sensation was almost too much, and he had to brace himself on one elbow to keep from losing control completely. “Fuck, your touch feels amazing.” He panted, his hips twitching involuntarily into your grasp.

You winked at him. “I know...” You stroked him a little bit faster and harder.

The smirk on your face only fueled the fire burning inside him. He let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. His free hand trailed down your body, finding the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to explore the skin beneath. “Keep that up and we’ll never make it to round two.” He teased, but the strain in his voice betrayed his growing impatience.

“Should I stop then?” You asked, your eyes twinkling in amusement and lust as you looked at him with a playful smile.

Gaz's response was immediate followed by a groan. His hips bucked into your hand, seeking more pressure. “No, don't stop.” He rasped; his voice strained with pleasure. “Just... fuck, be gentle. I'm close already.”

“Cum for me, love...” You mumbled, kissing his lips softly.

Your words pushed Gaz over the edge. With a final thrust, he spilled himself into your waiting hand, his body trembling with the force of his release. “Oh god, (Y/N)...!” He gasped, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rode out the waves of ecstasy.

“So... do I get a reward for helping you out?”

As he caught his breath, Gaz lifted his head to gaze at you with a heated look, his eyes full of desire. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Reward? Oh, I think you've earned so much more than that.” He purred, his hand sliding back up under your shirt to cup one of your breasts.

His thumb brushed over your nipple, teasing it into a hardened peak. He leaned down to capture your lips again in a deep, passionate kiss, his other hand moving to slide off your panties, exposing your wetness to his touch.

“Kyle...” You whispered his name under your breath, your voice full of desire and lust.

Gaz broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he gazed down at you with an intense stare. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He commanded in a hoarse voice. “I'll give you anything.”

His fingers traced circles around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure through your body. “Please, (Y/N).” He urged. “Don't hold back. Let me hear you.”

“I....” You moaned as you felt his hot touch on your body. “I need you.”

The words were all the permission he needed. With swift movements, Gaz positioned himself between your thighs, aligning his length with your slick entrance. He paused, looking deeply into your eyes before slowly pushing inside you, enjoying the tight clench of your walls around him. “You're so fucking tight.” He groaned.

He began to move, setting a rhythm that was both slow and deep, allowing you to adjust to his size. Each thrust brought a gasp from your lips.

“Oh, Kyle…”

The sound of his name on your lips was like music to his ears. It spurred him on, his pace quickening as he drove deeper into you. “Like that, huh?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

You nod your head, barely able to form words. “Yes... Yes, oh... Faster, Kyle....!!”

His pace increased, his hips snapping against yours. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound mixing with your cries of pleasure as he thrust in and out of your trembling flesh. “That's it, baby, take it.” He grunted, his breath hot against your neck. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

The sound of your loud moan was like gasoline to the flames of his desire. He gripped your hips tightly, angling them to hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “Yes, moan for me.” He encouraged. “Let everyone know how much you love my cock.”

“.... Love... it....” You mumbled, throwing your head back as you moaned and groaned underneath him.

His grip on your hips tightened as he felt your walls start to flutter around him, signaling your climax. He pounded into you with renewed force, determined to push you over the edge. “That's it, cum for me.” He growled, his own orgasm building. “I want to feel you squeeze my dick as you come undone.”

The harder he pounded into you, the tighter you got, and it felt heavenly to feel him inside you. You bite into his neck, trying to keep yourself from screaming as he rams into you. You don't want the others to hear you after all.

The sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin only served to heighten Gaz's arousal. He could tell you were fighting to keep quiet, but he wanted to hear you scream, wanted the whole world to know how much you loved this. “Don't hold back, baby.” He murmured against your ear, his breath hot against your lobe. “Let go.”

“The others.... aaahhh.... will hear...” You gulped, pulling your hands off to put them over your mouth. “... us...”

“Let them hear.” Gaz growled, his voice thick with desire. “Let them know what you do to me, how crazy you make me.” His hips snapped forward, driving into you with a force that stole your breath. “Fuck, you're so tight, so perfect.”

As your climax approached, he reached down to circle your clit with his finger, applying just enough pressure to tip you over the edge. “Cum for me, baby.” He grunted. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

You moaned loudly, not being able to control yourself, as your walls clenched around him, triggering his and your explosive release. With a groan, he spilled himself deep inside you, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out the waves of his climax. “Fuck, yes!” He cried out, his voice raw with ecstasy.

After a few moments, Gaz collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he struggled to catch his breath. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing tender kisses along your skin as he savored the aftershocks of pleasure. “You okay, baby?” He murmured, his voice still husky from exertion. “That was intense.”

You wrapped my arms around him, nodding. “Yeah... I'm good... Fuck, Kyle... That was amazing...” You chuckled.

Gaz chuckled softly. “Mmm, you can say that again.” He agreed, pressing a soft kiss to your jawline. “You're incredible, you know that?”

He shifted slightly, careful not to put too much weight on you as he propped himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with adoration in his dark eyes.

“Not as incredible as you.” You smiled at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

Gaz's face softened, a warm smile on his lips as he returned your kiss, his lips brushing gently against your nose. His face moved to capture your lips in a slow kiss, pouring all his love into it. When he pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded.

“Now, how about we clean up and then get some rest? We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sounds good...” You nodded. “We should really rest, or else Price might get mad if we are late and tired tomorrow.”

Gaz let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pressed another quick kiss to your lips. “You're right.” He rolled off you and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Slowly, he stood up, stretching his muscles before turning to offer you his hand. “Come on, let's get cleaned up and try to get some shut-eye. I promise I won't let you sleep too far away from me tonight.” With a wink, he led you out of the bedroom.

The next day, Gaz and you stood in front of the hotel alone, chatting a little bit, until the rest of the team came. “Hey.” You greeted them.

As Soap wanted to greet back, he glanced at your neck and then at Gaz's. “Ohh... Whit's that?” He asked and pointed at the hickeys you forgot to hide, making you blush.

Gaz rolled his eyes at Soap's question, but there was a slight flush to his cheeks betraying his embarrassment. “Just a little souvenir from last night.” He muttered, reaching up to touch the mark self-consciously.

Meanwhile, Soap stepped closer, examining the marks with an amused glint in his eyes. “Looks lik’ someone had fun last night.” he teased.

“We have to go…” You mumbled, walking towards the car, hearing Soap laugh at your reaction behind you. “We or did ye mean ye two?”

“Shut up, Soap!”

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Heartbreak after heartbreak, I still managed to keep getting myself into the same situations.