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Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage Market Insights Includes Dynamics Overview, Demand, Products, and Application 2017 – 2032

The commercial and industrial (C&I) energy storage market refers to the market for energy storage systems specifically designed for commercial and industrial applications. These systems help businesses and industries manage their energy consumption, reduce peak demand charges, improve grid stability, and enable renewable energy integration. Here is an overview of the commercial and industrial energy storage market, including its demand:

Market Overview: The commercial and industrial energy storage market has experienced significant growth in recent years. The increasing adoption of renewable energy sources, rising energy costs, and the need for grid flexibility and resilience have driven the demand for energy storage solutions in commercial and industrial settings. Energy storage systems provide benefits such as load shifting, peak demand management, backup power, and participation in demand response programs.

Demand Drivers:

Cost Savings and Energy Efficiency: Energy storage systems enable businesses and industries to reduce their electricity costs through various mechanisms. These systems can help manage peak demand, optimize energy usage, and store excess electricity during periods of low demand for use during high-demand periods, resulting in reduced electricity bills and improved energy efficiency.

Grid Services and Demand Response: Commercial and industrial energy storage systems can provide grid services such as frequency regulation, voltage support, and peak shaving. These services help improve grid stability and reliability, while also enabling businesses to participate in demand response programs, where they can curtail their energy usage during peak demand periods and earn financial incentives.

Renewable Energy Integration: With the increasing adoption of renewable energy sources, such as solar and wind, commercial and industrial energy storage systems play a crucial role in managing the intermittent nature of these resources. These systems can store excess energy generated from renewables and discharge it during periods of high demand or when renewable generation is low, ensuring a reliable and continuous power supply.

Backup Power and Resiliency: Businesses and industries require reliable and uninterrupted power supply to protect critical operations, data centers, and manufacturing processes. Energy storage systems provide backup power capabilities, allowing for seamless transition during grid outages or disturbances, ensuring business continuity and enhancing resiliency.

Environmental Sustainability and Emissions Reduction: The commercial and industrial sector's increasing focus on sustainability and corporate social responsibility has driven the demand for energy storage solutions. These systems enable businesses to reduce their carbon footprint by shifting to cleaner energy sources, optimizing energy usage, and participating in grid-level decarbonization efforts.

In summary, the commercial and industrial energy storage market is driven by cost savings, energy efficiency, grid services, renewable energy integration, backup power, resiliency, and environmental sustainability. The demand for energy storage systems in commercial and industrial settings is expected to continue growing as businesses and industries seek to optimize their energy usage, reduce costs, and achieve their sustainability goals.

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Market Segmentations:

Global Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage Market: By Company • BYD • EnerSys • NGK • GE • Saft • SANER Group • Eaton • LG • ABB • Siemens Global Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage Market: By Type • Thermal Energy Storage • Flywheel Energy Storage Global Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage Market: By Application • Manufacturing • Healthcare • Engineering and Construction • Oil and Gas • Transportation • Others Global Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage Market: Regional Analysis The regional analysis of the global Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage market provides insights into the market's performance across different regions of the world. The analysis is based on recent and future trends and includes market forecast for the prediction period. The countries covered in the regional analysis of the Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage market report are as follows: North America: The North America region includes the U.S., Canada, and Mexico. The U.S. is the largest market for Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage in this region, followed by Canada and Mexico. The market growth in this region is primarily driven by the presence of key market players and the increasing demand for the product. Europe: The Europe region includes Germany, France, U.K., Russia, Italy, Spain, Turkey, Netherlands, Switzerland, Belgium, and Rest of Europe. Germany is the largest market for Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage in this region, followed by the U.K. and France. The market growth in this region is driven by the increasing demand for the product in the automotive and aerospace sectors. Asia-Pacific: The Asia-Pacific region includes Singapore, Malaysia, Australia, Thailand, Indonesia, Philippines, China, Japan, India, South Korea, and Rest of Asia-Pacific. China is the largest market for Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage in this region, followed by Japan and India. The market growth in this region is driven by the increasing adoption of the product in various end-use industries, such as automotive, aerospace, and construction. Middle East and Africa: The Middle East and Africa region includes Saudi Arabia, U.A.E, South Africa, Egypt, Israel, and Rest of Middle East and Africa. The market growth in this region is driven by the increasing demand for the product in the aerospace and defense sectors. South America: The South America region includes Argentina, Brazil, and Rest of South America. Brazil is the largest market for Commercial and Industrial Energy Storage in this region, followed by Argentina. The market growth in this region is primarily driven by the increasing demand for the product in the automotive sector.

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Senior Bitcoin mining expert Pierre Rochard took to Twitter today to correct a widely shared Wired article that claimed ERCOT, Texas’ grid operator, pays Bitcoin miners to curtail during high demand periods. The false claim suggests that miners were financially incentivized to turn off their operations to ease grid stress. Rochard, pointing out the misinformation, clarified that ERCOT does not,…

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the butchery of the beloved, the boulder, the bimbo and the brilliant

kinktober, day twenty-five

a/n: ahhh, it's finally time to share the kinktober fic you all helped shape!! it turned out so fucking unhinged and i love it. happy halloween, folks!

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summary: “they–… they were right…” the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when they’d light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, “I can’t believe they were right…”

warnings: dark!rafe cameron x innocent!reader, smut, dark content, noncon/dubcon, slasher au, final girl!reader, 00’s slutty horror movie vibes, found family, nonverbal, murder, violence, blood, gore, crying, alcohol consumption, smoking, possessiveness, jealousy, mask kink, kissing, size kink, belly bulge, manhandling, dirty talk, just the tip, pussyjob, oral, spit kink, impact play, pain kink, choking, bondage, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, references to anal/painal

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It all started at a lunch table, as so many friendships do. 

The first one to sit was Hana, the nurturing soul of the group who had been a genius even back then. The next to join was Brian, the blonde bombshell whose smile brightened any room he entered. Then came Oliver, the guy who at twelve years old had stood up to the bully you couldn’t face yourself and swore from that day on he’d do so for each and every one of you till the end of your days. And lastly, there was you, in many ways the glue of the little pack. 

To say that the four of you were thick as thieves didn’t even begin to cover it, as you’d been there for each other in every up and down in each of your lives since adolescence. Even when your mother passed, especially when your mom passed, that’s when you truly knew that they weren’t just your pals, but your family. 

“Oh wow,” you breathed as you gazed out the window to the destination you’d finally reached, “is this really your dad’s cabin?” you glanced over your shoulder at the man behind the wheel, a proud smirk ever on his lips.

“Yep,” Rafe nodded and reached down to put the car in park. 

You’d met him at the beginning of this semester and it hadn’t taken you very long at all to fall embarrassingly and completely head over heels for the guy. 

Though he wasn’t the first boyfriend to grow to be a part of the tight-knit clique, he hadn’t been welcomed with open arms as you remembered Jerome, Brian’s partner, had two years ago. The gentle giant of few words had melted into your dynamic so naturally that none of you remembered any longer a time before him. But it wasn’t like that this time, not with Rafe. For some reason, your friends just couldn’t warm up to the frat guy you loved so dearly. 

As you heard the other car roll to a stop behind you, the vehicle where the four remaining resisted, your fingers dipped down into your pocket and fished out your phone to snap a photo of the luxurious lake house and its breathtaking views, though that’s when you noticed the lack of bars up in the upper corner of the screen.

“Oh, damn it…” you squinted down at your phone, “is there seriously no service out here?” 

“Yeah, sorry I forgot to tell you,” Rafe snatched out the keys, “this place is pretty off-grid, you have to probably walk half an hour or something to get any signal.”

The dry leaves on the forest floor crunched beneath your shoes as you stepped out of the car and tipped your head back to glance up at how high the surrounding pine trees stretched up towards the cloudy sky. 

As Rafe hopped up onto the wide porch and fiddled with a bundle of keys to unlock the place, your gaze kept finding him as you hung back a while and helped your friends unload their car.

“Can you all please promise to play nice this weekend?” you quietly asked them. 

“Yeah,” Oliver huffed, yanking out a heavy duffle bag, “I’ll play nice if he does, which I sincerely doubt since I haven’t yet discovered one kind bone in his body.” 

“Oh, come on,” you defended your beau, “he’s the one who suggested this trip so that you could all finally discover what a sweet guy he actually is,” before you all ascended the short steps and filtered into the abode. 

Not soon after you all crossed the threshold, Rafe’s arms seized your waist and drew you back against him, whispering in your ear that he wanted to give you the grand tour of the house. 

However, when you reached the room that was to belong to the two of you for the rest of the weekend, his ulterior motives for the journey around the cabin became crystal clear. 

At first, when he wrapped his arms around you from behind as you gazed out the tall windows at the foot of the bed, a giggle bubbled in your belly as you felt his desire poke the small of your back. Though it was already during his palm’s swift voyage under the hem of your shirt and up towards your boobs that he let slip what crucial item he’d neglected to pack. 

“You didn’t bring any condoms?” you twisted around to glare at the persistence that still sparkled in his eyes.

“Oh, come on, don’t let that fact spoil our fun,” he pulled you back into his arms, “don’t you want me to dick you down this weekend, huh?” he murmured in your ear.

“Well, I don’t wanna get pregnant,” you slowly pushed him back, “so it’ll just have to be another weekend.”  

But then he seized your hand and brought it down to the palpable tent in his jeans, “babe, come on. Just feel how hard I am. You can’t just leave me like this, not when it’s your fault to begin with.”

Your mouth then fell open as a shy scoff rolled off your tongue, “I literally haven’t done a thing, how is it my fault?”

“Come on, don’t act like a prude,” his grip around your wrist shifted and it slid down to rub your palm against his hardness, “be a good girl and at the very least get down on your knees.”

“No,” you chuckled lightly and pushed yourself off of him enough to stumble closer towards the bedroom’s exit, “if you’re so desperate, then take care of it yourself.” 

Even though winter was creeping ever nearer, each one of you still dared to go down to the lake’s small pier and soak up the mild rays of autumn sun that peeked out behind the clouds. Both Hana and Oliver even gathered enough courage to take a dip in the cool water, though weren’t successful in any of their attempts at talking the rest of you into the same. 

Though when your friends in the water began to splash at one another, Oliver teasingly let some splatter upon Brian as he sat on the edge, eyes closed and face turned up towards the sky as he relaxed back against his boyfriend. 

“Oh my god! Don’t!” he tensely straightened up, his tone startling Jerome enough that his palm that rested on Brian’s waist tightened, “stop! You’re giving me flashbacks to summer camp!” 

As you heard your grinning friend in the lake apologise, you opened your mouth to note, “that’s right, I forgot you went to camp when we were kids.”

“Yeah, it was honestly revolting,” Brian recoiled slightly at the recollection, “mosquitoes, terrible food, even worse people. Had a big old lake just like this one,” he gestured to the surrounding landscape. 

“Actually,” Rafe then spoke up, his voice booming to your ears as he sat directly behind you, his legs slotted on either side of your frame as his chin rested atop your shoulder, “this place used to be a summer camp too back when my dad bought it.”

“Really?” Hana glanced up from the water, their childish game now halted. 

“Yeah, I mean,” Rafe cast a glance over his shoulder at the structures on the bank just behind him, “it had been abandoned and completely deserted for a long time, but a lot of the buildings, the main house and the shed and stuff, they’re the original cabins just renovated.”

“Your dad bought an abandoned camp?” Oliver scrunched up his face, “okay, creepy…”

“Oh, hell no, I’m out,” Brain began to unravel, “babe, if we wake up in the middle of the night to a ghost child standing at the foot of our bed, it’s your job to take care of it,” he glanced over his shoulder at Jerome, “I’m too delicate and pretty to deal with the paranormal, especially if it’s kids,” to which his boyfriend simply hummed in agreement and soothingly let his palm run down his partner’s arm.

“Oh, this place isn’t haunted,” Hana said after she’d swam up to clutch against the side of the pier, “calm down.”

“Well, you don’t know that, it might be,” the blonde man behind you shrugged, “especially with what apparently happened here back in the day…”

“What are you talking about?” you looked back at him. 

“Well, back like forty years ago or something, when this was still a camp, there was this one counsellor who one day just went nuts, like snapped and murdered every single person there,” Rafe told, purposely making his tone more ominous the further into the story he got, “that’s why the place was shut down and abandoned, why no one ever wanted to return it to its former glory. It’s one of the most gruesome unsolved cases in this entire corner of the country.”

“Wait, unsolved?” Brian clutched his imaginary pearls. 

“Yeah, the guy was never caught, supposably never even left these woods…” he then leaned in and attempted to truly spook you all, “at night if you listen closely, you can still hear him sharpening his blade, getting ready to hunt his next prey…”

Hana, assuming that he was only joking, let out a dry laugh to cut the tense silence that had fallen over you all, “okay, very funny, ha-ha.” 

“Yeah,” you gently rubbed your boyfriend’s arm as you tried to shake the tale off of you, “let’s maybe not joke about psychopaths running around a rural area when we actually are in a rural area,” though goosebumps still pricked and tingled every inch of your skin. 

“Wait, how did it go?” your giggle mingled with Oliver’s as you both leaned against the kitchen counter, nearly bumping your foreheads together from how hard you were laughing, “was it…” and you began to hum a faint melody. 

“No because, remember, at the end it went,” your friend cut you off and then made his own attempt, though much more accurate than your own, causing your eyes to promptly light up with recognition before they crinkled together in laughter as he tried to hit the high note at the end. 

Once the woods surrounding the cabin had succumbed to darkness, the group of you all decided to wrap the day up in a bit of merriment, going through Rafe’s father’s liquor stash and turning up the music. 

During your and Oliver’s secluded moment in the kitchen away from the rest, your laughter caused you to sway even closer to one another, your palm naturally planting itself on his chest as your faces nearly touched. 

Though just as the pair of you were doubled over, a figure appeared in the doorway.

“Oh,” your grin continued as you spotted your boyfriend, “hey baby,” though your laughter finally began to fade. 

Staring daggers at the man beside you, Rafe then uttered coldly, “hey,” before his feet carried him straight towards you, seized your waist and twisted you away from your friend and towards himself to capture your lips. 

“Okay, right,” Oliver exhaled as Rafe kept marking his territory, kissing you way more passionately than he needed to, “I’ll just see you guys back in the living room then…”

You tried to tilt away enough to utter your friend a reply, though your boyfriend didn’t allow you, only let you go once Oliver was long gone and Rafe returned to his original plan of cracking open the fridge to get a cold beer for himself. 

Walking back out into the living room while your boyfriend scavenged for a bottle opener, you plopped yourself back down on the couch, on the opposite side to where Brian and Jerome were snuggled up. Next to where the lit fireplace crackled sat Oliver in a chair and not far from his feet on the fuzzy carpet rested Hana, legs crisscrossed as she held up her wine glass to stare through it. 

When Rafe rejoined you all, a freshly glowing cigarette trapped between his lips as he sauntered out of the kitchen, he situated himself right beside you, making space for himself where there hadn’t really been previously. In his hand, he didn’t just balance his own drink, but also a stout glass filled with an amber liquid, one he swiftly handed off to you even though you hadn’t asked for it, yet that had still been the routine of the evening, and after the first one was sloshing on your belly, the others became harder to deny and not accidentally sip absentmindedly, especially when he’d playfully help you along by tilting the glass the remaining distance up towards your lips. 

“Sweetie,” Hana soon leaned closer to utter for your ears only, “don’t you want a glass of water instead?” 

Though your boyfriend beside you unfortunately overheard and grasped his cigarette between two of his longer fingers, a puff of smoke accompanying his words as he answered before you got the chance to, “she’s fine.”

From across the couch, as Hana scooted back to her spot on the carpet, having not caught the quiet interaction, Brian then suggested, “why don’t we play a game or something?” 

“What, like truth or dare?” Hana leaned back against an unoccupied armchair. 

“No, this isn’t a slumber party. Isn’t there like board games here?”

Brian’s glance then drifted to Rafe as he smothered his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and, without warning, pulled you into his lap and caught Oliver’s eye from across the room as he shamelessly let his hands wander across your frame.  

“Uh, yeah. There should be some in the cabinet over there,” Rafe vaguely gestured before his lips began to nip at the side of your neck, making your eyes flutter and only half watched along as Brian then got up to skim through the aforementioned cupboard. 

“Okay,” he glanced through the options, “there are cards, so we could play poker or something,”

“No way,” Oliver swiftly shook his head and shot a glance at Jerome’s bulky form, comfortably slumped on the couch, “I’m not repeating that fiasco again.” 

“Aw,” Brian glanced back at his friend, “but it was so cute seeing my boyfriend fucking demolish you,” and Jerome, the quiet man he was, just let out a grunt in agreement.

“No, pick something else,” Oliver waved a hand. 

“Well, we’ve got monopoly, scrabble, cards against humanity–, uh! There’s clue!” he excitedly picked up the box and spun around, “oh, work! Let’s play that!” 

With his kisses still dancing along your skin, they then suddenly ceased as Rafe announced, “you guys go ahead, I think Y/n is ready for bed.” 

Shooting a concerned glance at how your intoxicated form wobbled slightly as your boyfriend helped you up on your feet, Hana uttered, “oh, are you sure?” 

“She is,” Rafe’s touch clung to you, “aren’t you babe?” 

“Oh, uhm…” you hadn’t really noticed it before, but now that he mentioned it, as if he himself planted the thought in your hazy mind, all of the alcohol had in fact made you pretty sleepy, “yeah, I guess so.” 

“Alright, well then,” Hana’s voice stayed slightly hesitant, “sleep tight.”

“I love you guys,” you blew the group kisses as Rafe helped you over towards the stairs. 

His kisses made you even more dizzy than you already were, so when you stumbled over the threshold into your shared room, you flopped down onto the mattress, though you weren’t quite sure if you’d just fallen or if Rafe had manhandled your intoxicated and pliant frame, giving you a push before his form was atop of yours. 

Though now that you were horizontal and with the weight of a frat boy squishing you further down into the bed, that was when you truly noticed just how much you’d had to drink that evening. 

The room was spinning as Rafe made out with you, his palms raking across your body like a wild storm, squeezing every soft curve he could get his hands on. As one hand disappeared up your skirt, his kisses wandered down and over your throat to the bit of your chest that was exposed in the neckline of your top. Wasting no time at all, he then yanked down the hem, catching one of the cups of your bra as well as he unwrapped your tit like a present. 

As his face was buried in your boobs, surely giving you hickeys from the way that he sucked at your pebbly nipple and the surrounding sensitive skin, a breathless attempt at halting his affections left your lungs, “baby–” 

Though he didn’t take the whimper as you’d intended it and simply continued, “shit, you’re so fucking hot,” he yanked down the other sliver of mesh fabric covering your other boob, “god, these tits are just insane.” 

Weakly, you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair and gasped as you felt his hardness grind into your covered core, “Rafe, I–” 

“Yeah?” his lips began to flutter back up to your own as he let himself rock against you with more intent, “you want this big dick, huh?” 

“No, we can’t, we don’t have a–”

“Oh come on, baby,” he shifted, slipping a hand down under the waistband of your skirt and into your underwear, not hesitating to sweep his fingers through your wetness and bully your little button, “I know you want to…” 

“Stop, that feels too good,” you tried, but couldn’t yank his strong hand away, “you can’t–, I have to get up and brush my teeth.” 

“You know, all my exes let me tap it raw,” he purred in your ear and attempted to guilt you, “why won’t you? Don’t you trust me?” his touch then suddenly disappeared, but only to tug down the zipper on the side of your short skirt.

“Of course I do, I just–”

“Then why won’t you let me make you feel good, huh?” he yanked both your skirt and panties down your legs, so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. Crawling off of your jelly-like form, he stood tall and loomed at the foot of the bed. Wasting no time, he yanked your core closer to the edge before he desperately freed his fat cock. The taps he then offered your glistening cunt, letting you reel in the weight of his length, “doesn’t that feel nice, baby?” he smirked at the way your mouth fell open, “because it sure seems like your little pussy thinks so, just look,” you followed his command and glanced down to spot how his intimidating girth nudged at your weepy petals. 

Even after months of dating, you still hadn’t gotten used to the daunting size of him. 

“Oh, fuck…” your brows knitted together. 

“Just listen to that,” he flicked the bulbous tip through your slick folds with more vigour, causing the melody of your want to echo even louder throughout the bedroom, “you’re so fucking wet. You want it so bad…”

You then felt yourself fade away into the intoxicating sensation, letting him continue to fuck your fold and make your pussy drool even further till your eyes fluttered shut. 

However, it didn’t take very long at all, through all of the hazy motions, before the very tip of him caught your entrance and slipped inside. 

“Rafe!” you gasped, eyes snapping back open as your spine lurched off the mattress just an inch. 

“Fuck,” he let out a loud groan, “sorry, babe. You’re just too soaked, it slipped in,” though didn’t move at all to pull it back out, since it had secretly been completely on purpose, “christ, you’re so tight…”

As he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, you pleaded once more, “Rafe…” quietly begging for him to take it out through the conflicting haze as the familiar sensation of him stuffing you full always shut your brain completely off.

“This doesn’t count,” he claimed as he began to move, pumping just the bulbous head of himself in and out of your little hole, “not really. I can fuck you with just the tip, right?” a few of his fingers then lowered to strum your clit and summon a loud moan from deep within your soul, “yeah, that’s what I thought…”

As he removed his fingers from your clit, he then stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your soft whimpers and letting you suck them clean of your juices. As the taste of yourself coated your tongue, your own hands came up to clutch his, holding it near as you soon let your pecks wander across his palm and even down to plant a soft kiss to the gold ring that never left his finger.

“Oh–,” a gasp then left your lungs as he suddenly pushed in a bit more of his length, “Rafe, that’s too deep,” selfishly letting himself feel more of your warmth. 

“No, that’s not too deep,” he began to fuck you properly, making you lose your breath, “you wanna know what is too deep?” a purposefully harsh thrust then buried itself so far inside of you that a tingle of pain joined the pleasure, “that’s too deep,” he then retracted just a tad, though still filled you up completely with each long stroke, “this is just right.” 

“We can’t–,” you foggily tried to shake your head. 

“Yes, we can. Just look how good you’re taking me, baby,” the palm you’d been clutching then escaped your grasp and scooped behind your head to tilt your neck and lock it there, directing your glance down between your bodies and forcing you to spot the faint bulge that appeared at each one of his mind-melting thrusts, “you don’t wanna stop…”

Feeling that all too familiar high begin to fuzz up your periphery, you trembled, “o-oh, fuck…” 

“You feel so fucking good…” he grunted as your pussy began to clench around his fat girth, “just let me use you for a bit, yeah?” 

“I–, I–,” gasps of air expanded your lungs as his pace then thrust you over the edge, “holy shit…” and your cunt helplessly clambered around him. 

In your orgasmic haze, Rafe then abruptly flipped you around for you to lay on your stomach, and you barely managed to process it before you felt the weight of him settle atop of you, smooshing you down into the mattress as he slid back in. 

“Ah!” you yelped at the way he didn’t hold back, “Rafe, it’s too much,” not even bothering to grant you a chance to recover, but simply fucked through your soreness, “I can’t–”

“Oh, shut up, you can take it,” he growled in your ear, his feet hooking your ankles and spreading your shaky legs further for him, “take it like the good little slut you are.”

It was strange how he’d taught your body to love the pain he inflicted. Even if the source was just his god-given gift of a girth, or curse, all depending on your point of view, and not the roughness he occasionally let slip out of the dark depths he tried to hide his jagged sides in for you and you alone.  

“Fuck,” you soon heard him groan as his heavy sack slapped against your cunt at each one of his furious rocks, “I’m gonna cum!” 

“Pull out–,” you managed to mumble into the sheets.

“What?” he kept on pounding your poor pussy. 

“Not inside,” you tilted your head a bit to beg, “please!”

“Oh my god, fine,” he then begrudgingly pulled out and with one hand flipped you back onto your stomach as the other wrapped around his cock and he began to fuck his fist. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he crawled further up your body till his thighs caged you in, denting the mattress on either side of your face. He didn’t even wait for your lips to part before he shoved his dick down your throat, making you gag as he groaned loudly above you, “fuck…” and fed you his load.  

When he soon flopped down on the bed beside you, the both of you catching your breaths, you instinctively gulped down what he’d given you before you curled your frame into his side. 

As he wrapped an arm beneath your head, his glance then flickered down to you as he caught your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting you up to him before he asked, “did you swallow it?” digging his digit slightly into your skin and making you open your mouth for him, letting him discover the answer him himself, “fuck… that’s my girl…” he groaned before dipping down to kiss you. 

The peck however didn’t carry on for long as his warmth then suddenly disappeared. 

“Where are you going?” you watched as he got up, reaching out your arms to him in a silent plea for cuddles. 

“I’m thirsty,” he zipped his pants back up, though didn’t bother with his shirt, “you just try and fall asleep, I’ll be right back.” 

Flashing him a drowsy smile, “okay,” you then tug the duvet over your form and let your gaze shadow him as he made his way out of the room. 

You thought you hadn’t managed to fall asleep, but evidently, you had as when the door to the room suddenly burst open, you were jolted awake, Rafe as well stirring as he was now settled behind you with an arm draped over your frame. 

As three of your friends rushed to slam the door behind them, Rafe propped himself up and mumbled, “hey, what the fuck–”

But Hana then cut him off, a downright terrified look plastered not only all over her own face, but the rest as well.

“Oliver’s dead,” she uttered through the tears that thickened up her voice. 

Still groggy, you slowly sat up and murmured, “what?”

Snapping her bloodshot eyes to lock with yours, she bellowed, “Oliver is fucking dead!” 

As your gaze flickered over the group in search of any sign that what she claimed wasn’t true, you heard Rafe behind you exhale, “okay, this isn’t funny.”

“Oh shut up, you dick!” Brian shot back, doubled over in the corner, hyperventilating as Jerome kneeled before him, trying to calm him down. 

“Hey, hey,” you gently raised up a hand, “don’t talk to him like that. What the hell do you mean Oliver is dead?”

“I mean that he’s dead as in dead, dead,” Hana explained, her words causing the world to suddenly crumble all around you, “Jerome went outside to get something from the car and found him on the porch, not moving and with his head stuck under the water in the hot tub.” 

With tears now stinging the corners of your eyes, you struggled to suck in a breath of air, “what?”

“It’s that fucking ghost story you told us,” Brian panicked in the corner, “it’s real, isn’t it?” 

“Okay,” Rafe uttered as the both of you leapt out of bed and scrambled to get some clothes on, “let’s all just calm down.”

“We gotta call the police,” Hana said, to which Jerome swiftly pulled out his phone, only to then curse quietly as he discovered what Brian too noticed when he glanced over his shoulder. 

“Fuck, we can’t, there’s no signal!”

Hana then glanced around at everyone, “well then one of us has gotta drive and find some, right?” 

“Hell no,” Brian shuttered, “if there’s some psycho out in these woods, then I’m not staying behind to get murdered. We’re all going.”

So that’s how, after you’d all scurried downstairs and filtered out through the sliding door to the porch, that you saw the truth with your own eyes. 

Even though his head was obscured beneath water, the unmoving corpse of your dear friend still caught your eyes and stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh my god…” you sobbed, your blood running cold. 

But before you could let your feet carry you closer to the scene of the crime, Rafe seized your arm and uttered, “baby, come on,” before pulling you along the last short distance towards the cars, “I’m sorry, but we gotta go.”

Though when you did reach the vehicles and attempted to start them, neither one of them would as they’d seemingly been tampered with, forcing the panicked lot of you all to run back inside. 

“Shit…” Brian clutched onto the back of the couch in the living room for support, “what do we do now?”

“We can’t go on foot, not in the dark through this forest,” Rafe spoke, “so we gotta stay here till morning.”

Glancing around the space, Hana uttered, “then we gotta make this place safe. Lock all the doors and windows, find somewhere to hide.” 

“Yeah, good idea,” your boyfriend nodded before suggesting, “let’s split up, it’ll be faster that way. Y/n with me, we’ll take that side of the house, and the rest of you stay over here.” 

And before anyone could protest, he’d yanked you down a dark hallway.

You nearly stumbled twice as Rafe dragged your shaking visage through the lake house, only stopping once you’d reached a large closet. 

“In here, baby,” he shoved you inside, though began to shut the door before he nuzzled himself in as well. 

“No, what are you doing?” tears streaming down your face, you attempted to stop him. 

Though he only halted his efforts a second, grasping your face as he uttered, “please, just stay here.”

“No, it’s too dangerous,” you clutched onto his dark t-shirt, “you can’t–”

“Babe, I can’t let anything happen to you. I can’t lose you,” he then collided his lips with your own, a sob escaping your lungs as he briefly kissed you, “please, just stay right here, hide, for me.” 

Slowly, you loosened your trembling grip on his shirt and cried, “I love you.” 

“I’ll be right back!” he promised before shutting the closet door and bathing you in darkness. 

You had no idea how much time passed, if it was only a few seconds or hours that you stayed in the dusty and dim abyss of that closet, but then when a loud crash and a shrill scream suddenly found your ears, your shaky hand pushed the door back open.

You’d never in your life been as terrified as you were when you found yourself tip-toeing down that long, dark hallway. Though, as you sneaked past the ajar door to the study, your entire body suddenly froze up at the massacre that met you within. 

Unmoving and slumped over the threshold, there lied Jerome, his face beaten to a pulp, rendering it nearly unrecognisable as blood slowly trickled into the tight curls on the top of his head. 

Past where Hana was lying in the middle of the room, battered and coughing, in the corner you saw as a tall figure, masked by a dark motorcycle helmet, crouched over the still form of Brian and landed the last few blows to claim his life. 

“Please,” Hana’s words were gurgled by blood as the killer slowly straightened back up. Twisting ever so slightly, the assailant plucked out one of the clubs from the gold bag that leaned against one of the tall bookcases, “just let me go,” your last living friend begged as you watched the murderer wrap his long fingers around the handle and take the few steps to where Hana lied, “just let me–” 

As he took a wide swing and hit your friend right in her temple, the loud crack that echoed throughout the cabin made you shutter in terror and let out an uncontrollable scream, causing the killer’s head to snap up to spot you in the dark hallway. 

For a second you both just stood there, frozen and staring at one another, like two deer in headlights. But then, as he began to move, taking his time as he stepped over the bodies littering his path, you stumbled back and collided with the wall directly behind you. 

You tried to run, but even though you managed to slip out the wide glass doors and escape a good distance into the dark forest surrounding the house, the masked man still caught up to you and flung you against a tree. As he had you cornered, you felt him drag the cold tip of the golf club up your right leg and over your shuttering skin, drawing a crimson line of your beloved’s blood across your goosebump-ridden flesh. 

“P-please don’t kill me, please–,” you cried, but just then, the moonlight that streamed through the dense treetops caught in a glint of gold that adorned the hand that clutched the club, a recognizable ring that caused your heart to drop. 

As your eyes then flickered up to the dark helmet, that too seemed oddly familiar now that you truly looked at it. 

In some sick and twisted way, you hoped that the killer had just stolen the jewellery from your boyfriend as a trophy of the night’s conquest and not the horrifying alternative. 

But when you then tried to slip away and the man pushed you back, your hands defensively shot up, though only managed to knock the helmet off his head and let it tumble to the dark forest floor below, unveiling the earth-shattering truth. 

“Oh my god…” you gasped, eyes wide as you now stood face to face with your boyfriend. 

“Shh,” he took a step closer to you, caging you in even further, “calm down, baby. Don’t do anything stupid now.” 

“They–… they were right…” the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when they’d light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, “I can’t believe they were right…”

A low sigh then escaped Rafe’s lungs. 

“You really should have just stayed hidden like I told you to… I didn’t want you to find out this way… it would have been so much simpler if you’d just bought into the story I made up…” 

“You killed my friends…” your chest ached with every painful gasp of air, “how–… how could you?” 

“Oh, honey…” his head tilted slightly as the corners of his lips twitched, “do you really think this is my first time?” 

Staring back at him in horror, you sputtered, “w-why?”

“Because of you,” he uttered as if it was obvious, “it was all for you,” his feet shifted him even closer to you, “they were a bad influence, so this was the only way.”

“They were my family!” 

“They were like a poison, all of them, trying to control you, trying to take you away from me,” he inched in even closer, making you wish the harsh bark that scratched up your spine would simply open up like a portal and let you escape, “I know Hana was trying to get you to break up with me… Oliver always followed you around like a lost puppy, just hoping you’d one day spread your legs for him… and Jerome and Brian? They were just plain annoying,” his hot breath fanned across your skin as he petted the edges of your features with a knuckle of the hand clutching the golf club, “I did it all for you, for us, because I love you… fuck, you have no idea how much I fucking love you, baby…” he uttered before bringing the bud of the improvised weapon down upon the side of your head and knocking you clean out. 

When you came to, the flicking light from a lit fireplace was the only source of light in the dim room you found yourself in. Arms folded up behind your head, a long rope was tangled around them and stretched up to a beam in the ceiling above. Your legs too were tied, keeping your naked frame upright and locked in place in the middle of the room. 

“Fucking finally,” a low voice echoed from the chair across the chamber, causing you to wince as the tone pierced your soul and worsened your splitting headache, “you really took your sweet time waking up.” 

Blinking back at your boyfriend as he leaned back in the seat, pants undone and his hard length tight in his fist, a murmur escaped your lips, “…you knocked me out…”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he got up and walked towards your suspended form, “but you didn’t give me any other choice.” 

As he slowly neared you, your glossy eyes flickered up to meet his.

“Rafe, please,” you heard your voice break as you tried to keep your tone soft, “you don’t have to do this. Just untie me, I promise I won’t be mad at you.”

“Oh yeah?” a small scoff slipped through his smirk. 

“Yes. I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me go,” you begged, “please don’t hurt me.” 

“Shh, shh,” his palm rose up to stroke your hair before letting it rush down and over the curves of your exposed body, “but you’ve been such a bad girl. I think you deserve a lesson that hurts a little bit,” his palm then slapped your pussy, still soaked and sore from earlier, rendering you to let out a shrill yelp, “it’s okay, you can cry…” he briefly leaned in to kiss your cheek before he shifted, though still staying so close that his nose ghosted along your skin as he made his way around to stand directly behind you, “you look so pretty when you do…”

You then squirmed as he reached down to grasp his cock and nudge at your sensitive entrance, “Rafe, please–, ah!” a cry then left your form as he ruthlessly rammed his way inside, plugging you up so completely that his balls nuzzled against your slick skin. 

“Fuck!” his moan tickled the shell of your ear as he tangled his arms around your torso, “you’re so perfect…” he began to move, finding a selfish pace to wreck you with, “so perfect and all mine…” 

As his thrusts caused your tits to jiggle, one of his wide hands soared up to grasp one while the other one snaked up to wrap around your throat. He then squeezed it fiercely enough that all your noises eventually faded away and he kept you completely quiet for a good moment before his hold slackened and he once again granted you the privilege of gasping for air. 

“This is all you need, just me, only me,” he grunted, “just like this, using your pretty little hole for exactly what it was made for… you were made for me and nobody else… no one…”

His grip then drifted down to dent your hips before he lifted them, raising your bound frame till your tip toes were barely grazing the cold floor. Your back arched slightly as he repeatedly brought your hips back to him, his balls sloppily slapping against your swollen clit each time he manoeuvred your body and treated you like a toy. 

When he then hooked an arm around your front to keep moving your body greedily against him, it granted the other one the grace to roam your frame freely. 

As his fingers found one of your nipples in a harsh pinch, he let out a groan at the way you began to clamper down around his fat girth, “are you gonna cum, baby? Huh?” his palm then slapped your tit, “because it sure fucking feels like you’re close,” before he suddenly retracted completely, slipping out of your drooling cunt and causing a shy whimper to slip from your lips, one he swiftly cut off when he smacked your cheek, “too bad. You’re not allowed to.” 

As you shakily struggled to stay on your unsteady feet, you panted, “Rafe, my legs, I can’t–”

“Oh yeah?” he mockingly pouted at you as he sauntered around to your front, “do they hurt? Are you tired?” and as you offered him a nod, his fingers grasped your chin, “well,” his thumb slowly stretched up to trace your bottom lip, “if you promise that you’ll be a good girl for me, then I’ll give you a little break.”

“Yes, I will,” a tear rolled down your still stinging cheek. 

“You will what?” his palm briefly slapped the side of your face once again before returning to the same hold. 

“I’ll be your good girl, I’ll do whatever you want,” you begged and as he then sank down to his knees, grabbed a pocketknife resting on a nearby table and held up his end of the bargain, slicing through the ropes at your legs and cutting them loose. A new wave of sobs tumbled out of your form, “thank you! Oh, thank you so much!”

Tossing the blade far away before he rose back up, “you’re fucking welcome, baby,” he then caught you off guard as he suddenly plucked your lower half up into his arms. 

“W-wait, I thought you’d give me a break!” your legs trembled in his grasp as he slide you back onto his fat cock. 

“Yeah, your legs were tired, so I’m being nice and giving them a break,” the wet claps of your skin roughly colliding once again filled the dark room, “your pussy doesn’t deserve one yet… unless of course, this is you begging me to fuck your ass…” a wicked wish that he’d been begging you for ever since the very first time he banged you. 

“No! No, not there, please, I’ve never–”

“Oh, I know you haven’t,” he smirked, “that’s what makes it so much more fun…”

“Please, Rafe,” you blinked back at him, “don’t.”

“You told me I could do whatever I want…” he angled his bucks right against that spot that caused your teeth to dig into your lower lip, “you promised to be a good girl for me and just take whatever I give you…” 

“I will,” your eyes couldn’t help but flutter, “just please not that.”

He then let a dollop of his spit splatter directly against your face, “alright, but only because I love you,” before he dipped down to plant a feverish kiss against your lips, “tell me that you love me too.”

“I love you,” you murmured against his mouth. 

“Huh?” one of his hands let go of you and he shifted to balance you with only one, letting the other instead drift down between your forms to bully your puffy pearl, “what was that?”

“I lo–, a-ah!” you suddenly whined as he pressed one of his fingers inside your pussy, not caring in the slightest that you were already completely filled up as he forced his digit in alongside his fat cock. 

“Come on, baby,” he stared down at you, “tell me you love me,” and kept up his ruthless pace as he hooked the finger inside of you, “tell your soulmate just how much you love and adore him, how you want nothing more than to worship him at his feet.” 

“I–, I–, Rafe,” you gasped, feeling as if he was splitting you in half, “it’s too much–”

“No, it’s not too much, it’s exactly right, you can take it, baby.” 

“I can’t–”

“I don’t fucking care,” he continued to fuck you without remorse, slamming his intimidating length so deep inside of you that you nearly couldn’t breathe, “I wanna feel you cum, just like this.”

“Rafe–”

“Do it or I’ll get a lot meaner,” he warned you before he finally got what he wanted. Your squirt drizzled down on the floor as the intensity caused a scream to erupt from your form, “there you go, fuck,” he groaned as he watched your pussy gush around his girth, “that’s it,” before the way your cunt clambered down around him caused him to let go as well, “shit,” and pump you full of his cum. 

Rafe pressed a peck to your forehead before he pulled out of your warmth and you breathlessly glanced down to watch as his hot load began to leak out of your quivering hole. 

“Alright, baby,” he exhaled and then uttered words that caused a shiver to trickle down your spine, “foreplay’s over. I think you’re ready for your punishment now.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[verstarppen]

Hello beautiful human!!! So - I’m in love with the smau’s you make, and I had a thought for one… what about a Logan Sargeant x youngest royal reader (ya know, like a younger sister of Prince Harry and Prince William), and she is completely distanced from her brothers and is in love with/engaged to Logan? I just love the idea 🥰

Hope you have a wonderful day!!!

summary; not to flex, but how many f1 drivers can say they're dating a princess?

pairing; logan sargeant x fem! princess! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; for legal reasons im afraid of the british royal family and i don't want to get diana-ed so i've made her the princess of a land that may or may not be named after sims medieval please don't kill me; this is my send off to logan, thank you for your service king we love you <3

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monarchofslayington Greetings! My butler proposed that it would be delightful to host a Q&A session, given the multitude of inquiries, both digital and handwritten, expressing a keen interest in the culture of Yacothia. Please leave your questions in the comment section.

— Princess Y/N of Yacothia

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benjamin_long_2000 what's it like living in a castle?

monarchofslayington In truth, it is rather tedious and profoundly tranquil—occasionally reaching an ambiance reminiscent of a horror film.

abhijeetdeppiesse DOES THE QUEEN REPLY

monarchofslayington No, it is the princess who does.

jantellerman81 Do you have lots of free time or are you busy all day?

monarchofslayington I lend my support to charitable endeavors, visit events as an esteemed representative of my family, and intermittently travel to bolster diplomatic relations with foreign nations. Nevertheless, I reserve Sundays for respite.

eagle_hunter_2 Are you looking for a prince?

monarchofslayington Perchance eagle_hunter_2 You can't just say perchance

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logansargeant Big fan of Yachothia's unemployed driver support group

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danielricciardo Aren't we all

yacothiaracing hey king

francolapinto i'm also seatless for next year so if you'd be so kind to help me slide into their dms

logansargeant I've got you, brother danielricciardo Mate francolapinto @ yacothiaracing are you my iron deficiency because i'm falling for you yacothiaracing sold dannielricciardo You can't be serious francolapinto ;)

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fernandoalo_oficial Perfect night 🎉😀👏🏻

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maxverstappen1 Night club so good I might buy another cat

monarchofslayington It would be an honour

realmvettel THE PRINCESS IN THE LIKES STOPPPP

julyestie i don't think people realize how crazy this is, imagine the prince of monaco likes charles' post armstrongslayer look at her following the whole grid is there lmaooo

logansargeant Thank you for letting me join

fernandoalo_oficial You're still a part of this logansargeant Who's cutting onions

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lilymhe If Alfred had instagram he would've liked this post

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monarchofslayington I am perpetually able to engage with social media via Her Highness, esteemed madam. - Alfred

alex_albon Can you share your Soup au pistou recipe monarchofslayington I shall not, good sir. alex_albon damn it

smilesargeant oh my god he's smashing a princess i never had a chance did i

forzapluto you and me both sister

ls2bathrug I am ever delighted to extend to you the gracious invitation of a visit 😊

ls2bathrug wait ls2bathrug fuck logansargeant Wrong account, doll ls2bathrug yes thank you captain obvious i hadn't noticed ls2bathrug STOP BLOWING UP MY NOTIFICATIONS YOU DEMONS

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monarchofslayington i can finally say this THAT'S MY BOYFRIENDDDDD HE'S MINEEEE

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verstappler "how were we supposed to know" HER NAME IS MONARCH OF SLAYINGTON

papayasalad I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT

monarchofslayington i'll always be your rug, lando enjoyer

logansargeant 😘

monarchofslayington are you flirting with me or smthin

francolapinto the seat deal is still on right

monarchofslayington hmmmmm francolapinto was your mom an artist because she made a masterpiece logansargeant 😐

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[batboyblog]

Things the Biden-Harris Administration Did This Week #30

August 2-9 2024

The Department of Interior announced the largest investment since 1979 in outdoor recreation and conservation projects. The $325 million will go to support State, territorial, DC, and tribal governments in buying new land for parks and outdoor recreation sites. It also supports expansion and refurbishment of existing sites.

The EPA announced that Birmingham Alabama will get $171 million to update and replace its water system. The city of Birmingham is 70% black and like many black majority cities as struggled with aging water systems and lead pipes causing dangerous drinking water conditions. This investment is part of the Biden-Harris administrations plan to replace all of the nation's lead pipes.

The Department of Energy announced $2.2 billion in investments in the national power grid to help boost resiliency in the face of extreme weather. The projects will add 13 gigawatts of capacity, support 5,000 new jobs and upgrade 1,000 miles of transmission. Major projects will cut power outages in the west, drive down energy prices in New England, add off shore wind, and enable the development of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe’s wind resources.

The Justice Department won its massive anti-trust case against Google. A federal judge ruled that Google was an illegal monopoly. The DOJ has an ongoing antitrust suit against Apple, while the Federal Trade Commission is suing Facebook and Amazon for their monopolist practices

The US Government announced $3.9 billion in direct aid to Ukraine. The money will help the Government of Ukraine make up for massive budget short falls caused by the war with Russia. It'll help pay the salaries of teachers, emergency workers, and other public employees, as well helping displaced persons, low-income families and people with disabilities.

The Department of Energy announced $190 million to improve air quality and energy upgrades in K-12 schools. The grants to 320 schools across 25 states will impact 123,000 students, 94% of these schools service student bodies where over half the students qualify for free and reduced lunch. In the face of climate change more schools have been forced to close for extreme heat. These grants will help schools with everything from air filtration, to AC, to more robust energy systems, to replacing lighting.

USAID announced $424 million in additional humanitarian aid to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Due to ongoing conflict and food insecurity, 25 million Congolese are in need of humanitarian aid. This year alone the US has sent close to a billion dollars in aid to the DRC, making it the single largest donor to the crisis.

The Senate approved President Biden's appointment of Stacey Neumann of Maine, Meredith Vacca of New York, and Joseph Saporito Jr. of Pennsylvania to life time federal Judgeships. This brings the total of judges appointed by President Biden to 205. President Biden is the first President who's judicial nominations have not been majority white men, Judge Vacca is the first Asian American to serve in her district court. President Biden has also focused on former public defenders, like Judge Saporito, and former labor lawyers like Judge Neumann, as well as civil rights lawyers.

[jungwnies]

F1 GRID | love languages

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ୨ৎ : synopsis : what i think their love languages are in terms of how they love, and how they like to be loved ᡣ𐭩 ୨ৎ : word count : 1799

୨ masterlist ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i was taking a love languages test and decided to apply it to the f1 grid // feedback is always appreciated and my requests are OPEN (to absolutely anything)

ʚ・max verstappen

⟢ how he loves › acts of service

max is a man of action, not necessarily big on flowery words or grand gestures. he expresses affection through practical help and by taking care of his partner's needs. such as:

› problem-solving: if his partner has an issue, he'd likely jump in to fix it, whether it's a leaky faucet, a tech malfunction, or a stressful situation. › everyday support: he might take on chores, run errands, or handle tasks to ease his partner's burden and show he cares. › thoughtful gestures: this could involve surprising his partner by taking care of something they've been meaning to do or anticipating their needs before they even ask.

⟢ how he likes to be loved › quality time

despite thriving in the fast-paced world of f1, max seems to value genuine connection and focused attention. for him, quality time likely means:

› undivided attention: putting away distractions, truly listening, and being present in the moment when spending time with his partner. › shared experiences: creating memories together, whether it's through travel, trying new things, or simply enjoying quiet moments at home. › emotional intimacy: feeling understood and valued, with open communication and a sense of deep connection.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

⟢ how he loves › words of affirmation

lewis isn't shy about expressing himself, and this likely extends to his relationships. he seems to genuinely enjoy using words to uplift and appreciate those he cares about.

› frequent compliments: he might regularly tell his partner how much he admires them, appreciates their qualities, or finds them attractive. › verbal encouragement: he'd likely offer support and motivation through words, especially during challenging times. › public declarations of affection: he might express his love and appreciation openly, whether in interviews, on social media, or in other public settings.

⟢ how he likes to be loved › physical touch

beyond his verbal expressions, lewis seems to be very physically affectionate with those close to him. physical touch is likely an important way for him to feel loved and connected.

› non-sexual intimacy: holding hands, cuddling, hugging, and other forms of physical closeness that reinforce a sense of connection. › physical gestures of affection: a kiss on the cheek, a comforting touch on the arm, or a playful nudge that shows warmth and care. › responsiveness to touch: he might appreciate a partner who initiates physical contact and reciprocates his affection.

ʚ・george russell

⟢ how he loves › gift giving

george seems to be a thoughtful and considerate person. he probably puts a lot of effort into finding the perfect gift to show his affection, something that truly reflects his partner's interests and personality. this man really cares.

› meaningful presents: rather than extravagant gestures, he'd likely choose gifts that hold special significance or represent an inside joke, demonstrating that he truly knows and understands his partner. › surprise gestures: he might enjoy surprising his partner with unexpected gifts, just to show he's thinking of them. › acts of service through gifts: the gifts themselves might be practical and helpful, fulfilling a need or desire his partner has expressed.

⟢ how he likes to be loved › words of affirmation

while george may not be as outwardly expressive as some of his peers, he probably thrives on verbal reassurance and support. words of affirmation would likely be crucial for him to feel loved and appreciated.

› encouragement and praise: he'd likely appreciate hearing positive feedback about his performance, both on and off the track, and knowing that his partner believes in him. › expressions of love and appreciation: hearing "i love you" or receiving compliments about his character and personality would likely mean a lot to him. › verbal support during difficult times: knowing that his partner is there for him with encouraging words and understanding would be crucial for him to feel secure and loved.

ʚ・carlos sainz

⟢ how he loves › quality time

carlos seems to be someone who values genuine connections and building strong relationships. for him, spending quality time with his partner would likely be the primary way he expresses his love and affection.

› prioritizing shared experiences: he'd probably make an effort to plan meaningful dates and outings, creating lasting memories together. › being present and engaged: when spending time with his partner, he'd likely be fully present, putting away distractions and focusing on their connection. › deep conversations and active listening: he'd likely enjoy engaging in meaningful discussions, actively listening to his partner's thoughts and feelings, and sharing his own. sure on camera he spaces out a lot, but when you're speaking he's soaking in all the information.

⟢ how he likes to be loved › acts of service

while carlos seems to be very independent and capable, he might also appreciate practical gestures of love and support. acts of service could be a significant way for him to feel cared for and appreciated.

› helping with daily tasks: he might appreciate his partner taking care of errands, chores, or other responsibilities, allowing him to focus on his demanding career. › anticipating his needs: noticing and taking care of things before he even asks, like packing his bag for a race weekend or making sure he has a healthy meal after a long day, would likely show him that his partner is attentive and caring. › supporting his goals and ambitions: helping him achieve his goals, whether it's by offering encouragement, providing practical assistance, or simply being understanding of his demanding schedule, would likely make him feel loved and supported.

ʚ・charles leclerc

⟢ how he loves › physical touch

charles is naturally expressive with physical affection. this isn't just about romance; it's a core part of how he interacts with people. i can tell this man can love hard, and im sure it reflects in his personal life as well.

› close proximity: whether it's with their partner, friends, or family, charles would likely prefer to be in close physical proximity. think sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning against each other, or comfortable, casual touch. › initiating contact: charles would be the one to reach out first—holding hands while walking, offering a spontaneous hug, or placing a comforting hand on their partner's back during a conversation. › playful gestures: expect lighthearted touches like a playful nudge, a gentle hair ruffle, or a spontaneous tickle fight. for charles, physical touch is a way to express joy and connection.

⟢ how he likes to be loved › quality time

while charles enjoys being around people, he also deeply values meaningful connections and shared experiences.

› shared passions: charles's partner would often find themselves invited to join in his hobbies, whether it's playing music, trying out new sports, or getting competitive with video games. it's about sharing his passions and creating a sense of togetherness. › focused attention: charles would truly be present—putting away phones, minimizing distractions, and actively engaging in conversation or shared activities. › creating memories: more than material things, charles would value creating lasting memories with their partner. this could involve anything from spontaneous road trips and exploring new places to quiet evenings in with heartfelt conversations.

ʚ・lando norris

⟢ how he loves › gift giving

lando has a playful and somewhat mischievous personality. he seems to enjoy surprising people and making them laugh, and gift-giving might be a natural extension of that.

› thoughtful surprises: lando wouldn't just give generic gifts. he'd put effort into finding something unique, quirky, or personalized that would genuinely delight his partner. it's about the element of surprise and showing he cares enough to go the extra mile. › spontaneous gestures: don't be surprised if lando randomly shows up with a small "just because" gift, like their favorite snack, a funny gadget, or something related to an inside joke. it's his way of showing affection and keeping things interesting. › experiences as gifts: instead of material things, lando might gift experiences, like tickets to a concert, a weekend getaway, or even something adventurous like skydiving. it's about creating shared memories and adding excitement to the relationship.

⟢ how he likes to be loved › word of affirmation

despite his confident and often joking exterior, lando likely values genuine encouragement and positive feedback.

› public acknowledgment: lando might appreciate it when his partner publicly expresses their support or admiration, whether it's through social media, in interviews, or simply by being present and cheering him on at races. › verbal encouragement: hearing words of encouragement and belief, especially during challenging times or after setbacks, would likely mean a lot to lando. it's about knowing his partner has his back and believes in his abilities. › appreciation for his efforts: lando puts a lot of effort into his career and his personal brand. his partner acknowledging and appreciating his hard work, dedication, and achievements would likely make him feel valued and understood.

ʚ・oscar piastri

⟢ how he loves › acts of service

oscar seems practical and focused, and this likely extends to his relationships. he's probably less about grand gestures and more about showing love through helpful actions and support.

› taking initiative: oscar wouldn't wait to be asked for help. he'd notice things that need to be done and take care of them, whether it's fixing something around the house, running errands, or helping his partner with a task. › problem-solving: if his partner is facing a challenge or feeling stressed, oscar would likely jump in to help find solutions and offer practical support. he's someone who likes to take action and make things better. › behind-the-scenes support: oscar might not be the most vocal about his affection, but he'd show it through consistent, reliable support. he'd be the one quietly ensuring things run smoothly and his partner feels cared for.

⟢ how he likes to be loved › gifts

and while oscar might not be materialistic, receiving thoughtful gifts could be a significant way for him to feel loved and appreciated.

› meaningful tokens: it wouldn't be about the monetary value; it's the thought behind the gift that matters. a small item that relates to a shared memory, a handwritten note, or something that reflects his interests would likely make him feel seen and understood. › acts of service as gifts: oscar might appreciate gifts that make his life easier or show that his partner is thinking of his needs. this could be something practical like a gadget he's been wanting, a subscription to a service he'd enjoy, or even just a home-cooked meal after a long day. › surprise gestures: while he might not be one for grand romantic gestures, oscar would likely appreciate small, unexpected gifts that show he's being thought of. it's about the spontaneity and the gesture itself, more than the gift itself.

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into the arms of another part four | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

wedding bells are ringing, but so are charles' ears because no one will stop talking about whether he'll make an appearance on the big day

part one | part two | part three | masterlist | tips

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yourusername: a night to remember where you don't remember much of it

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user1: how do i become part of this friendship group? real answers only.

maxverstappen1: how do i get to marry HER?

danielricciardo: i ask myself that everyday

maxverstappen1: that's not very girls support girls of you daniel

yourusername: yeah daniel, not being a girl's girl in the summer of barbie, i thought more of you...

danielricciardo: lets not get ahead of ourselves here

user2: y/n and max tag teaming daniel is my favourite thing from this relationship

danielricciardo: tag team? don't give me any ideas

yourusername: DANIEL?

maxverstappen1: DANIEL?

danielricciardo: do NOT pretend that y'all have not thought about it

maxverstappen1: we are getting married in a week do not proposition us for a threesome in a public instagram comment section

user3: max pretending like he's never thought about it

user4: how did we get to this point

yourbff1: threesome talk aside, we're so hot

maxverstappen1: hard agree

yourusername: i love you

yourbff1: i love you too

yourusername: and i love you too

yourbff1: you meant max didn't you ...

yourusername: maybe...

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maxverstappen1: this is a public service announcement do NOT let daniel ricciardo plan your stag party because you will not remember a single thing

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user7: the way like 80% of the grid were at this except charles ...

user8: wow colour me shocked he didn't invite the one guy who keeps disrespecting his fiancee to the stag party

danielricciardo: ummmmm this is false? you had a great time.

maxverstappen1: maybe i did all i know is that the bathroom on that plane did not enjoy it i don't think i can touch vodka ever again

danielricciardo: that was all you big boy, you don't know your limit

yourusername: glad to see you didn't kill him before our wedding

danielricciardo: i am really not liking the lack of faith in me

yourusername: he's literally passed out in the second picture daniel

danielricciardo: he's just taking a snooze RIGHT @maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: yeah ... i just needed my beauty sleep

yourusername: erm you don't need any beauty sleep pretty boy

maxverstappen1: oh, why thank you 😊

user9: she's literally marrying you babe and ur STILL BLUSHING WHEN SHE CALLS YOU PRETTY

user10: this is really not a good sign for charles attending the wedding

user11: yall ever get tired of bringing this shit up HE FUCKED UP this is merely the consequences of his own actions.

user12: and according to mr. leclerc him and max aren't friends so why would he be invited?

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danielricciardo: max is currently passed out on my shoulder after talking for an hour straight about how much he loves y/n so here's my favourite pictures of them before they're officially married.

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user13: why am i actually dead ass crying over this?

user14: no cause the circumstances have been an actual shit show so i'm glad they've managed to get through it and are finally gonna tie the knot !!

user15: i've been in the literal trenches defending y/n and this relationship i deserve an invite to this wedding

yourusername: @maxverstappen1 omg we're so hot

maxverstappen1: i think you're the hot one babe

yourusername: you're literally the hottest man in the world STOP TALKING DOWN ON YOURSELF

maxverstappen1: i know, i know. i'm amazing, sexy and beautiful.

yourusername: TOO RIGHT

user16: is this ^^ positive affirmations

yourusername: yes, he's way too amazing to not believe that himself

user17: so like do they maybe want to adopt me?

landonorris: so as the sexiest groomsmen, can i have the scoop on whether there'll be any sexy bridesmaid

maxverstappen1: who said you're the sexiest?

landonorris: well since charles is out of the running there's a clear winner here - ME

danielricciardo: assuming the best man is not in this conversation cause my face card clears yours

user18: WAIT WHAT

user19: so it's confirmed, he's missing his best friend's wedding over him being petty, all hope in men is gone

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yourusername: no words. love of my life. best day ever. i love you forever maxy

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user25: OMFG IT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL

fernandoalo_oficial: a really beautiful ceremony for my favourites, enjoy your honeymoon and make some time for the old man

yourusername: thank you for coming fernando and thank you for the literal snowmobile idk what we'll do with it but thank you

user26: what kind of a wedding gift is a SNOWMOBILE?

maxverstappen1: a sick one? thanks nando

danielricciardo: what a wonderful day, you guys are so perfect together, thank you for letting me be a part of your day

maxverstappen1: HE CRIED AHAHAHHAHAAHA HE LOVES US SO MUCH HE CRIED

danielricciardo: ummm obviously i watched you pine over her for as long as i've known you. you guys deserve this happiness after everything

yourusername: daniel we love you and your speech was so amazing i nearly cried all of my makeup off

user27: the way the old charles would've given such a banging speech i am in mourning

user28: girl it's their literal wedding post leave the comments about charles for once

sebastianvettel: lovely ceremony you too, much love to your future - seb, hanna and the kids xx

yourusername: thank you for coming seb !! love you guys, let us know if you want us to babysit

maxverstappen1: thank you for your support through all of this seb, you guys are the best

user29: so charles really got no one in his corner lol

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maxverstappen1: in sickness and in health, the biggest honour of my life is being your husband

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user30: this is my barbie this does not get any better for me

christianhorner: a wonderful ceremony for the loveliest couple, very grateful to be included in your special day.

masverstappen1: thank you for being there for me, and for not standing on y/n's dress with your two left feet

user31: yall gonna give any context?

user32: i think he's referring to the fact that christian filled the role jos would have at the wedding and during the parents dance, christian would've had a dance with y/n !!

user31: i think my heart just melted wedding of the century

user33: seeing all the wedding content without charles is so weird the whole time we've known y/n her and charles were attached at the hip :/

user34: i beg yall leave it out for one day, he could've been there HE HAD THE INVITATION but he didn't so leave it out

redbullracing: officially THE f1 couple 🫶

landonorris: congratulations and all that jazz but WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THAT PUNCH

yourusername: sorry lando i gave them the uni recipe

landonorris: oscar was sick on my shoes MY BEAUTIFUL SHOES

maxverstappen1: just send us the bill i can hear you bitching from our room

oscarpiastri: for the record THEY sat me next to kimi and seb and i tried to aim away from your shoes but the world was spinning

user35: okay i need to know the seating plan for this wedding ASAP

excerpt of the podcast interview of y/n y/ln-verstappen.

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yourusername: my honeymoooooooooooooon with my super sexy and lovely HUSBAND

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user36: okay i've had enough of the cute posts WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?

user37: i crack myself up thinking about them setting up a lil tripod to take these

yourusername: and?

maxverstappen1: we're serving cunt x

user38: did yall see y/n's podcast interview?

user39: yes i'm glad she's got her closure now and can fully move on with her life

alexalbon: you guys are so sickeningly sweet i love you morons

yourusername: why thank you alex

lilymunhe: he said he deserves compensation for his half a season of listening to max pine

maxverstappen1: people think i'm embarrassed of that when LOOK AT MY WIFE OBVIOUSLY I WOULD PINE

maxverstappen1: and bro your apology was the open bar at the wedding

alexalbon: you guys are underestimating just how much this guy spoke about y/n

yourusername: fine we'll post in our albon shoes

albon_pets: this is why we love you y/n

user39: no charles comment... you hear that? peace.

note: i hope yall enjoyed this probably final part of into the arms of another. i hope it wasn’t disappointing lol i love this pairing with all my heart. (also wrote this at 4am on my couch after a MASSIVE FUCK OFF house spider came in my room (my dad said he killed it when i woke him up at 2am) but i was too scared to stay) xx

[oh-obrien]

GRID ACE 0.3

GAMER READER X Lestappen SMAU

Summary: Reader is a Red Bull e-sports athlete who happens to catch the attention of two particular drivers with her streams

PART THREE and things are getting Suspicious 👀

And my requests for these are open!!

All pictures are from Pinterest!!!

Reader has various face claims!

Masterlist / Previous Part / Next Part

Xx.y/n.xX just posted

Tagged @ yourteammate1 , @ yourteammate2, @ yourteammate3, @ yourteammate4, @ yourteammate5

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Xx.y/n.xX contrary to popular belief I am still a professional, thank you Champs for having us! Fight’s not over, you know?

-> Yourteammate3 she stopped playing with cars long enough to help us win champions!!

-> Xx.y/n.xX 😌 Champs MVP even.

-> Yourteammate5 she stopped playing with boys who drive cars long enough to help us win champions*

Liked by @ Maxverstappen1, @ Charles_leclerc

-> Xx.y/n.xX hey woah! Let's keep it PG in here

-> Yourteammate3 GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, I mean queuing with them!

-> Landonorris 👀

Redbullgaming that’s OUR MVP!

-> Xx.y/n.xX admin you’re gonna make me blush!

Liked by @ Maxverstappen1, @ Charles_leclerc

-> Danielricciardo bet there's better people to make her blush

-> Xx.y/n.xX EXCUSE ME DANIEL

-> Danielricciardo I said what I said

Yourbestfriend Celebrating THE MVP!!

Liked by @ Xx.y/n.xX

Georgerussell63 The true Red Bull World Champion @ Maxverstappen1 you've got some competition

-> Xx.y/n.xX Thank you Mr. Russell 🫡

-> Xx.y/n.xX I've unlocked another Vroom Vroom character btw for all of those following my journey.

Charles_leclerc So glad to be there to support you 🎉🥳

-> Xx.y/n.xX aww shucks, thanks Char! 🤭

-> User1 CHARLES WAS THERE???? The plot thickens

-> User2 They are stuck to each other like they're glued together or something.

-> User3 the real question is if Max was also there or not.

-> User2 I feel like he had to be, especially if CHAR was there.

Maxverstappen1 our world champion! Way to go schatje

Liked by @ charles_leclerc

User4 Someone BETTER HAVE GOTTEN MAX'S COMMENT BEFORE HE DELETED IT

-> User5 WHAT WAS IT?

-> User4 He called her schatje!

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Redbullgaming Two of Red Bull's world champs take on laser tag following @ Xx.y/n.xX Valorant Champions win in Paris!

Xx.y/n.xX @ maxverstappen1 they made us look like movie stars!

-> Maxverstappen1 😎

-> Danielricciardo MAIN CHARACTERS

-> Redbullracing OUR main characters

-> Xx.y/n.xX dropping 30 bombs in laser tag and at champions in the same weekend!!

-> Redbullracing Move, or get zapped!

User4 MAX WAS THERE!

-> User5 IT'S CONFIRMED Max AND Charles went to support y/n at champions!

-> User4 she has to be more than friends with one of them I just can't tell which.

-> User6 I personally think both of them

-> User5 I feel like F1 wouldn’t be too happy about that

-> User6 the FIA stands no chance against our community service king, he WOULD NOT care

-> User4 Y/N and Charles are both so babygirl coded they’d let him take on the FIA for them

-> User5 counterpoint, Y/N would burn down an entire city for the people she cares about, Charles and Max are both also babygirl coded in her mind.

Landonorris Max and y/n make a deadly laser tag duo, @ charles_leclerc we stood no chance

-> Charles_leclerc don't mess with two world champions

Liked by @ maxverstappen1, @ Xx.y/n.xX

Scuderiaferrari Hope Charles put up a fight worthy of earning P2

-> Charles_leclerc 💪

-> McLaren this is slander @ Landonorris was P2

-> Xx.y/n.xX Sorry admin, Charles might bottom frag in Val but he's a beast at laser tag, @ landonorris stays at the bottom of the scoreboard this time

-> Landonorris I'm hurt

-> Xx.y/n.xX cry about it, loser.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

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Maxverstappen1 Thank you Paris!

-> Yourbestfriend my favorite trio!

-> Xx.y/n.xX the only trio that actually matters 🫡

User7 HELLO THE PICTURE OF Y/N AT THE CLUB??

-> User8 soft launch?

-> User7 this gets more and more sus with each day that passes

-> User9 if anything this is such a hard launch it isn't even believable

Redbullracing Excited to have out favorite Redbull duo (and Charles I guess) back at COTA next week!

-> User10 EXCUSE ME ADMIN

-> User11 Admin knows something we don’t 🧐

Alex_albon you can keep them Paris, more podiums for us with both of them gone

-> Landonorris I second this, take another week off

-> Charles_leclerc no.

-> Maxverstappen1 no.

-> Xx.y/n.xX you used to get velcroed to your car you don’t get a say right now

-> Landonorris I’m so hurt right now, WHO TOLD YOU THAT

-> Xx.y/n.xX and it was all too much for little Lando Norris

Liked by @ DanielRicciardo and @ Georgerussell63

-> Xx.y/n.xX sorry @ alex_albon I like watching them race too much, and Ferrari gives me good lattes

-> Scuderiaferrari the only Red Bull athlete we’ll take care of in our motorhome

Liked by @ charles_leclerc

-> Xx.y/n.xX omg admin what are we? 🥹 👉🏻👈🏻

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User12 PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS TRIO

-> User13 Like you would think after Paris Y/N would’ve gone home with her team to celebrate their win

-> User14 Her team posted photos on the plane on the way home with their trophy and she definitely wasn’t there with them

F1forthegirls Y/N was seen leaving Max’s Monaco residence this morning with the Red Bull and Ferrari driver in tow all three had bags with them and were picked up by a driver to take them to the airport

-> F1forthegirls It was reported by airport staff that Y/N and Charles seemed particularly close while waiting to board Verstappen’s private plane, the two were reportedly leaning on each other and sharing whispers

-> F1forthegirls It was also said Verstappen was also brought in on the affection when Y/N leaned up to whisper something in his ear before kissing his cheek

User15 WHAT IS HAPPENING

-> User14 We need more updates on this trio we need to be FED

-> User15 I’m starting to think they’re all actually together, or at least Y/N is with both boys and they’re happy to share

-> F1forthegirls while we’re happy to share updates we will not be speculating on any driver’s personal relationships!

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Xx.y/n.xX just added to their story

Landonorris I fear she is going to break the internet

Xx.y/n.xX my true intentions have been revealed

Landonorris enjoy the shit storm this is going to cause

Xx.y/n.xX and it was all too much for little Lando Norris

Danielricciardo This is such a hard launch they’re not going to believe it

Xx.y/n.xX 😉

Yourbestfriend 👀👀👀

Xx.y/n.xX Oops my fingers slipped

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The Best News of Last Week - May 15, 2023

🧲 - Magnetic Marvels: Researchers Flip the Switch on Depression

1. New Zealand Government announces prescriptions charges will be free.

The $5 prescription fee at pharmacies will be scrapped in July. This is set to save about 3 million people a year money, and in particular 770,000 people aged over 65. It will make most prescriptions in New Zealand free.

Free access to medicines is also hoped to ease pressure on the over-burdened health system by helping people get medicines sooner.

2. Platypuses return to Sydney's Royal National Park after disappearing for decades

Platypuses have been relocated to the Royal National Park in Sydney, after they disappeared from the park's waterways about 50 years ago. A joint project by the University of New South Wales, NSW National Parks and Wildlife Service and the World Wildlife Fund has reintroduced five females to the Hacking River, with a group of males to follow next week.

3. 74-year-old musician Otis Taylor gets Denver high school diploma decades after being expelled for hair

A musician who was expelled from a Denver high school over 50 years ago received his diploma. Otis Taylor was kicked out of Manual High School in 1966 because of his hair. This was decades before laws ending racial hair discrimination. Denver Public Schools wanted to right a wrong.

4. Researchers treat depression by reversing brain signals traveling the wrong way (with magnets)

A new study led by Stanford Medicine researchers is the first to reveal how magnetic stimulation treats severe depression: by correcting the abnormal flow of brain signals. Powerful magnetic pulses applied to the scalp to stimulate the brain can bring fast relief to many severely depressed patients for whom standard treatments have failed.

The FDA-cleared treatment, known as Stanford neuromodulation therapy, incorporates advanced imaging technologies to guide stimulation with high-dose patterns of magnetic pulses that can modify brain activity related to major depression. Compared with traditional TMS, which requires daily sessions over several weeks or months, SNT works on an accelerated timeline of 10 sessions each day for just five days.

5. Electricity generation through solar, wind and water exceeded total demand in mainland Spain on Tuesday, a pattern that will be repeated more and more in the future

The Spanish power grid on Tuesday tasted an appetizer of the renewable energy banquet that is expected to flourish in the coming years. For nine hours, between 10 a.m. and 7 p.m., the generation of green electricity was more than enough to cover 100% of Spanish peninsular demand, a milestone that had already been reached on previous occasions, but not for such a prolonged period.

6. RI Senate passes bill making lunch free at all public schools

Free lunch for all public school students in Rhode Island is one step closer to becoming a reality.

Tuesday night the Rhode Island Senate overwhelmingly passed a bill by a vote of 31-4 that would do just that. If the companion bill in the House were to pass, that takes effect July 1. The bill would make breakfast and lunch free for all public school students in the state, regardless of their household income.

7. Critically endangered red wolf pups born at North Carolina Zoo

The North Carolina Zoo in Asheboro celebrated the arrival of “not one but TWO litters” of the world’s most endangered wolf – the red wolf – in late April and early May.

A total of nine pups were born – three to parents Marsh and Roan, and six to Denali and May – the zoo announced on May 9.

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pancakes (pt. 4)

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :) // the pancakes recipe here :)

A/N: apologies if this isn't 100%. i wrote this in between travelling to japan to attend suzuka. and then i got sick and couldn't even go lol.

P4 - L-sits and pull-ups

Charles Leclerc was known for being a nice guy. 

All the boys knew it. Lando experienced it when he saw how Charles was genuine with service staff whenever they went somewhere. Alex had experienced it in how Charles treated his family, leaving the F1 boys to spend time with Arthur whenever F2 joined the schedule - or when his mother visited the Paddock. Whereas George had just done a quick FaceTime to his mother on Mother’s Day, Charles had sent Pascale Leclerc a luxury basket with a surprise yacht trip and a massage.

“She was having a bad week.” The Monegasque reasoned when the boys found out.

Pierre’s PS5 was a result of Charles’ kindness; sourcing it for his upset friend who had missed the drop. Max's apartment was a result of Charles' kindness; helping him look for places in his home city for the Dutchman looking to buy property in the foreign Monaco. Max owed Charles a lot.

If not for his apartment, then for his F1 seat.

Mercedes were taking too long. Charles knew someone at Red Bull's junior team who could help him score an interview with Helmut Marko. And when you told Charles to stop being so nice to Max after all the drama that happened in F2, he shrugged and said it was the nice thing to do.

So you, a Torro Rosso trainer, helped Max Verstappen with an interview.

Because Charles was kind and he asked you.

And there was nothing you wouldn't do for Charles Leclerc.

Charles’ circles especially were all aware of you before he even joined the grid. It was just that sort of thing. Everyone knows everyone in motorsports. All those boys had seen you hanging around him at the karting races. Were it not for the stark difference in appearance, some might’ve thought you were family. Some did. Because for the longest time, that’s what you and Charles were. Family.  

You were always there for him. You celebrated him when he won. You supported him when he didn’t. You were always the first person he went to when he finished his race. Not his parents, not Jules, not anyone - you. 

He would come to you and you would quickly repeat some key English phrases for the interviewers who would surely come for him. You would pat him on the back and offer a warm smile - no matter the result - and offer some feedback based on what you saw. Performance was your speciality after all.

Then, after everything, you guys would finish with a homemade plate of your pancakes. No matter what. That’s how it went and how it would always go. 

Until 2018.

That had been a shit fucking show of a year. The rookie trio had been super confused when they finally arrived at F1 and saw you dressed as Hospitality. Charles gave no answer to Lando, Alex or George, no explanation to why he barely acknowledged you. It had been Pierre, the one who had been there through it all, who had quietly explained to them what had happened.

For a while, Alex had a hard time talking to Max when he found out. 

Charles hadn’t been surprised that the grid had found out. Nothing ever stayed a secret in this fucking place. NDAs were a joke. The whole agreement between him and Charlotte had been unearthed by some lower ranking Ferrari employee who didn’t know how to keep shut. Then again, Charles had expected it to come out eventually. Half the drivers were dating for PR anyway. 

Ferrari were already on his case about finding a new replacement, a pretty girlfriend for him to post boyfriend material pictures with so it can ‘increase his numbers’ with the female fanbase. Since Drive To Survive had done well to popularise the sport with a whole new demographic of F1 fans, teams were trying to capitalise on this as much as possible. Charles quietly suspected that this was part of the reason why Ferrari approached Carlos.

That and they probably wanted to get rid of Seb as quickly as possible after he found out what happened between to you and raged.

Though, Charles could understand Seb’s stance on it. He himself was conflicted about it, half the time unsure if he had made the right call to listen to Mattia. He had just been hurt and upset and his father had just passed away and the press had been vicious and Charles was just desperate to fulfil his dream of getting the coveted seat. 

Well, your joint dream. 

It had been the dream of the both of you. It was why you worked just as hard as he did. You had taught him English. He had taught you Italian. He networked and raced. You built cars and trained. He had helped you get a job in Torro Rosso. You had helped him get a seat in Alfa Romeo. 

Which, of course, led to him getting a spot in Scuderia Ferrari. 

Except by the time he was putting on the red, you two were no longer speaking to one another. Or, he was no longer speaking to you and you finally accepted he had cut you off. Gone were the days where he was searching the crowds for your face, rushing to you after the race finished.

Five years ago, he stopped eating pancakes. 

He knew you still made them, of course. And not because pancakes had been your everyday breakfast since you both turned fourteen and you started weightlifting and tracking your macros. He knew because he had seen some Alpine reserve driver eating them. 

His name was Oscar Jack Piastri. F2 Champion who also won F3 and the Renault Cup. He had more trophies than anyone else his age. For a moment, Charles thought it was because you back training drivers and were working with him.

Arthur later refuted this when Charles was grilling him that no, you weren't training Oscar Piastri. You actually hadn’t had much interaction with him when you would come down to F2. 

“Does this mean you’re talking to Y/N again?” Arthur had asked, assuming that’s why Charles was asking about you. “Can we be friends with her again?”

“No.” 

“You know maman still doesn’t believe what happened.”

Charles was known for being a nice guy, but he hung up on his brother. Charles really was one of the kinder drivers, but when Alex told them about the tweet, he had scoffed and sneered. When Oscar Piastri himself arrived in orange and held his hand out to greet the nice Monacoan driver, Charles glared and kept his arms crossed. Fuck this. He was not going to shake Oscar Piastri’s fucking hand. 

Even though, deep down, Charles knew there was no need for this. Arthur had confirmed that Oscar really was just a really talented driver - Y/N hadn’t trained him. This was no Max Verstappen situation.

Moreover, it wasn’t like Charles was in Daniel Ricciardo’s position.

If it weren't for the million cameras recording the first meeting of the two Australian drivers, Charles could only imagine Daniel's reaction to the rookie. It was one thing that Oscar essentially took Ricciardo's seat.

The other was that everyone had seen him with you.

Admittedly, Daniel had a reason to not want to shake Oscar’s hand, Charles could reason. Even if he still thought Ricciardo was an espèce de putain merde for what he did to you. 

Still, Charles couldn’t explain it. He wouldn’t explain it. He didn’t need to. The grid had so far understood it perfectly fine; you don’t go near Y/N. When Logan had joined the grid, Alex had the good sense to quietly fill him in on what had happened.

Why the fuck couldn’t Lando do the same?

Which brings us to right now: Bahrain 2023. A control unit failure meant a DNF for his first race of the season. When is this bad luck going to end? Charles retired his car, managing to make it past the McLaren garage on his way to the Ferrari red at the end of the Pit Lane.

It was just as well that his car was slowing to a stall. It meant that he managed to catch a glimpse of the McLaren garage - and the naive Australian rookie stood with a plate in his hands, very clearly eating some pancakes. 

Charles almost drove into a mechanic. 

It was 3am. $uicideboy$ was playing through your headphones. You weren’t wearing any shoes. 

This could only mean one thing: you were doing calisthenics. 

Your arms were shaking slighting as you bent your elbows and tucked your legs in before straightening them. Your grip on the parallette bars was slipping but you engaged your core tighter, hoping to keep balanced as you straightened out your legs and held the L-sit position. 

Oscar had DNF’ed on lap 13. The media was already going wild with questions about his decision to ditch Alpine for McLaren and whether or not this was just karma. McLaren looked horrible. Even his teammate had finished 17th. No matter your feelings on the young Brit, even you had to admit Lando Norris was a decent driver. 

During the course of pre-season preparations, wind had carried the gossip that Zak Brown had revealed the car to the team earlier this year with a sub-par level of enthusiasm. Whilst it wasn’t uncommon for cars to arrive at Sakhir with plans for future upgrades… you hadn’t thought it would be this bad. For McLaren. At this rate, the MCL60 was looking like a back of the field car. 

What’s more the team was struggling. One only needed to look at their qualifying session to see how bad it had been. Engineers giving mixed reports. Oscar’s radio not working and getting out in Q1. Lando getting mixed tyres and getting out in Q2. A whole ass clusterfuck, in your opinion.

And Daniel had been there, smiling smug whenever the camera decided to pan to the Red Bull garage.

The song changed in your headphones. Your arm strained. You dropped, fell forward. Cue the stream of expletives that would’ve made even Guenther blush.

You knew that going to the gym after the race had finished up - a night race that - was going to mess up your sleep schedule. However, you were too wired after everything to go to sleep. You needed the dopamine rush. There was too much going on for you to process any other way.

Because, firstly, you needed to get rid of the image of Daniel’s smug smirk that was currently etched into your brain.

You had skipped your post-dinner protein shake and had your coffees black today. You had started your session with a series of HIIT sprints on the treadmill before you did as many pull ups as your body would allow. It had been quite some time since you had done calisthenics training so religiously but you were already internally creating a new program for yourself. 

That is, you were already mentally preparing for the cut you had decided to undertake the moment Daniel Ricciardo had walked into the gym after finding out he'd lost his seat. And blame you for it.

You pushed yourself up off the ground and came to your parallette bars again. You grabbed each one and then lifted yourself up again. You closed your eyes and willed your brain to focus purely on the lactic acid running through your body. 

Because, secondly, you were stressing more than you should about Charles’ DNF.

You had watched the testing sessions carefully. You always did. Always keeping an eye out on the red car with the black T cam. Charles hadn’t done too bad but, obviously, it was hard to give a genuine judge. Everyone always sandbagged.

For example, Red Bull didn’t look as strong in testing, but then came out on race day and finished as they did. You could be happy for Max, especially since Jos was in attendance and knew just what that meant… but you also knew how it would look for Ferrari that Carlos had finished fourth and Charles hadn’t even finished the race. 

The car did look strong through. That was evident by how Ferrari had done in qualifying. Charles had out qualified Carlos, a narrow Ferrari 3-4 behind a Red Bull 1-2. However, your former childhood best friend had a bad luck streak unlike anything you had ever witnessed. 

And even though the word ‘former’ was in the equation, you never liked seeing Charles like this. Even if he was likely the reason no one in the grid spoke to you anymore.

Well, until now.

Because, thirdly, Oscar Piastri threw a spanner in the works.

You knew how it was going to look. You knew. It was one thing for you to interact this closely with a driver. It was another thing entirely for you to unofficially train him. However, as Zak Brown had found out, there was no way you could be allowed to join McLaren as a performance trainer for Oscar.

When the young driver had filled you in about his meetings with Zak Brown and his particular stipulation, you called him an idiot and told him to sign. When Oscar filled you in about his new plan to be able to work alongside you through all the loopholes his father's lawyer found, you called him an idiot and told him it wasn't worth it.

"I beg to differ. If you don't want to, that's fine. But not because of whatever drama happened."

He knew the drama. It was impossible that a team principle had looked into having you as his driver 's trainer and not found out what had happened. It was also impossible that Oscar Piastri, former Prema driver - as in, former Arthur Leclerc teammate - and current teammate to loose tongue Lando, didn't know about you and Charles.

You had honestly just waited for the moment he would bring it up. He never did.

Because Oscar, you were coming to learn, was far more level-headed and mature than most the drivers on this grid. And he was so young. You didn't want to see anyone fuck that up. You really, really didn't.

Still, you said no.

Then a week later you saw that fucking tractor make him DNF.

You leaned forward and brought yourself down into a handstand, counting to ten before bending your elbows and lowering yourself slowly. You lifted yourself up and then tucked your legs once more. Your whole body was shaking more and more know but and you fought to breathe through it. You finally lowered yourself and let out a deep huff. Whilst you weren't pleased with how out of practice you were, you were a little pleased that you finally managed to lower yourself - instead of falling down.

You looked ahead at the mirrors and then saw a familiar face of the driver walking into the gym. Oscar dropped his gym bag near yours and went straight to the treadmill to warm up. You kept your eyes on him as you held yourself up on the parallettes and watched the young driver fiddle with his phone and earphones before starting a light jog.

You took a moment before you pulled yourself up and went over to him. Oscar met your eyes as he continued to jog. He pulled down earphone but you said nothing as you pressed the button to increase the speed. Oscar raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"45 seconds on. 15 seconds off. 20 repetitions." You said. Oscar nodded and put his earphone back in. You shook your head. He frowned and pulled them down.

"You don't drive with music so don't play anything." You said. "Feeling something in your ear needs to become second nature."

He nodded and you went to his phone and pressed pause. Then you made a voice when you noticed that Ed Sheeran was playing.

"Don't judge me." Oscar said.

"I am. You're working out to fucking Ed Sheeran." You responded with a scrunched nose. Oscar shook his head, smiling slightly, but said nothing else. In the silence, you observed his form and counted his breaths. You noticed slight irregularity with his inhale and exhales and immediately pulled him up on it.

And so you spent the rest of the night training Oscar Piastri.

By the time you both finished, and he gave you a tired and sweaty high five, the clock read five thirteen in the morning.

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High Flyer - Part 4

pairing: charles x reader

summary: victory never tasted so sweet

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The sunset beams in your face as you walk through the paddock in Qatar. Charles follows close behind, embracing his position as full-time WAG. As soon as you get to your drivers room, you collapse on the couch. Free practice and the sprint have been fine, but now you need to lock in for Qualifying and the race.

You have a comfortable lead in the championship, but that’s all that you are being asked about and it’s tiring. It’s clear to anyone that you’ve encountered that you don’t want to talk. You are in an odd mood, normally you are great with the media.

“What’s on your mind?” Charles asks, pulling you into his arms. You lean into him, relaxing a little but the tension is still there.

You shake your head, not ready to talk about it. Admiting what you are feeling makes you a weak driver, and you can’t be that. Not as a woman. Charles knows you are nervous, so he doesn’t push it. Instead, he rubs small circles on your back, letting the silence in the room provide comfort as your mind races.

“It feels different,” you say, fighting the block in your head that is screaming at you to keep it in. Charles’ hand moves from your back to the back of your neck. Holding you close, he doesn’t reply, but a small hum tells you that you have his attention. You swallow your pride a little more as the subtle encouragement helps you open up. Your voice shakes as you speak, everything suddenly more real. “My nerves are almost paralyzing. I don’t want to get in the car.”

Charles takes a second to consider his response, wanting to make sure you are supported and he says the right thing.

“You are under a lot of stress and pressure, it’s okay to be nervous. You are so close to what you’ve been working for, and you aren’t alone in your fight for it,” Charles says gently, carefully. “You have a whole team, you have me, you have your grid family and your real life family. We are all here for you no matter what happens this week,” Charles feels his heart swell as the tension slowly leaves you, melting into his arms.

“Thank you,” you whisper, tears threatening to escape your eyes. You know he’s seen the articles and quotes regarding your championship fight, he knows the pressure that is on you.

Charles pulls away slightly to get a good look at you. He brushes away an escaped tear, eyes searching yours as he tries to read you.

“You can do this, all you need to do is drive, as easy as breathing for you,” Charles’ reassurance helps you gain confidence.

“Stay with me until I get into the car,” you make him promise you.

“Of course,” Charles’ heart hurts at the thought of you going through this alone. If he hadn’t been honorably discharged and returned to service, how would you find the strength to leave the safety of your room? What scares him more is the idea that you have been in the same situation before and had to deal with it alone.

He watches in admiration at how you are able to get in the zone as you change into your race suit. Charles holds your hand the entire walk to the garage, both of you close as you quietly converse.

Kimi is the only one who interrupts you on the walk, heading to the Mercedes garage himself.

“Good luck, mom,” Kimi hugs you. He has had a great start thanks to you and George, but he isn’t close to you in the standings at all.

“Thanks, Kimi, drive safe,” you hug him back, squeezing tight. You shouldn’t choose favorite children, but the young Italian has slowly wormed his way to being a contender for that top spot. Fans love to speculate who is your favorite grid child. Charles pats Kimi on the back, a small encouragement.

Charles stays with you as you talk to engineers and helps you get ready to get into the car. You stand in the corner of the garage with your gear.

“You are going to do so well,” Charles whispers, his forehead against yours. You tilt your head up, stealing a quick kiss before you put your balaclava and helmet on.

You make it through Q3 easily, starting at P2 on the grid. Charles watches anxiously as the race winds down. The excitement in the garage is palpable. With Oscar behind in P3 and no good chance to overtake you, all you need to do is cross the finish line. Max is in P1, but by bringing the car home you will take the victory.

“She’s incredible,” Arthur says, the cautious optimism as the checkered flag is waving. You have just one more turn as you go through turn 15.

“She did it!” Charles cheers as you cross the line, hugging Arthur who then pulls him with the team to greet you at the barriers.

Your hands shake as you stop the car, sitting in the realization that you’ve accomplished your dream. Once Max has stood atop his car and celebrated, you climb out of yours and carefully balance on top as you celebrate. The roar of the crowd courses through you.

A lot of pressure was on your drive and you couldn’t be more proud. You secured a four-year contract extension with your win and you showed girls that they can succeed.

The air is electric as you jump into your team after getting weighed. You give as many hugs as you can before you go back to drop your equipment. The first person you go to once you get back to the barrier is Charles.

“Thank you for believing in me,” you say before embracing him. Charles holds you tight.

“Always, mon ange,” he grins, pulling you into a kiss. Charles wipes the tears of joy away, letting the team celebrate with you before other drivers steal you for congratulations and other duties.

The interviewer asks questions that you are happy to answer, for once.

“I have so many people to thank. My family, my husband, my grid kids, but most importantly my team. My team has helped me every step of the way and never got discouraged when we finished second in the championship. It’s why I’m so glad that I will be staying with them,” you grin, the cheers from your team filling the paddock. The podium fake champagne never tasted so sweet.

Since you couldn’t properly celebrate in Qatar, Ferrari took the liberty of renting a club not too far from the factory once you returned. It is safe to say that many of the team walked from the club to the factory the next morning, including you.

The following year you made sure to win it in Brazil while also winning the grand prix.

“Congratulations, champ. No one else I’d rather lose the number one to for a second time,” Max shakes your hand, you pull him into a hug as you stand near the bar.

“No one else I’d rather battle. Do you ever feel like we are getting a little old?” you ask, looking at your grid kids dancing and drowning shots like you and Max used to.

“We can still out drink them, we just pace ourselves better now. We also still have many years left of driving to terrorize them,” he pats your shoulder.

“And if this is the last time we are the ones fighting for the title?”

“It always happens this way, they are the next generation. We will be their Fernando’s,” Max smiles at the thought of the grid grandfather and eternal rookie. Fernando just announced his retirement, for good this time, and it’s made many of you stop and think.

“To us. May our livers and racing spirit never die,” you toast, one Max happily returns.

“Sorry to cut in, but I would like to dance with my wife and champion,” Charles steals you away, bringing you back to the floor.

“Charles,” you laugh as he pulls you away.

“Sorry, you just look too good and I had to keep you to myself,” his voice drops a little bit as the lights flash around you. Your Ferrari red minidress hugs your figure just right. It looks stunning in photos as well. You paired it with a white very fluffy coat, which is currently stored in coat check, and matching red heels.

“Stop or else I’ll have to take you home,” you reply, painted red lips brushing his ear.

“You know I am always on board for that, but we are here celebrating you,” Charles replies, clearly restraining himself. Unfortunately for him, your restraint left two drinks ago.

“I’d rather be back at the hotel celebrating, you can celebrate me all night long,” your hips grind against Charles who lets out a soft groan.

“Fuck, I need another drink,” he steps back while he still can stop himself. “Mon amour, you drive me crazy,” he says, kissing you passionately yet briefly before heading to the bar.

You drift to where your grid family is dancing. Ollie grabs your hand, spinning you around a little awkwardly. Your joyful laugh encourages them.

“No mate, you dance like a teenager,” Kimi shakes his head, taking your hands and pulling you to a close yet respectful distance.

“I think you all need to learn how to dance,” you shake your head with a slight laugh.

“I’m here,” Arthur is being carefully followed by a server holding a tray of shots.

“You aren’t Australian, but you could do a shoey,” Oscar says as he hands you a shot from the tray.

“I could, but I don’t have a shoe for it,” you smile, waiting for someone to toast the shot.

“I’ll give you mine, someone get a beer,” Jack says after taking the shot, the server promptly bringing back a beer.

“Hold on,” Ollie and Kimi say almost in unison as they debate who is filming you. Jack slides off a shoe as he takes the open beer. Oscar helps you stand on a table.

“We are good,” Ollie smiles, both him and Kimi’s phones pointed at you. Kimi is taking a video while Ollie takes pictures. Jack hands you his beer filled shoe as the crowd gathers around.

You hold the shoe up in the air before bringing it to your lips. The cold beer goes down quick, helping your buzz grow. The crowd cheers as you pull it away, turning the crisp white shoe upside down to show it is all empty. Oscar and Arthur help you down as Jack puts the shoe back on.

“That’s my mother,” Ollie cheers, high fiving you. Carlos approaches with two drinks in his hand, extending the one to you.

“Not that you need it after chugging a whole shoe of beer, but I told you I’d buy you one,” Carlos laughs as you take a sip.

“Much better than shoe beer,” you grin, quickly turning to Jack who is standing upright. “Thanks for the shoe,” you give him a little salute as you begin to follow Carlos to the drivers your age. As you cross the floor, you chug the drink, a slight burn as it goes down.

“A shoey? I appreciate my legacy being kept alive,” an Australian accent greets you and you perk up.

“Danny!” you slur as you practically jump onto the man.

“Hey, careful. I’m not as young as I used to be,” he laughs, letting you down gently.

You talk for another fifteen minutes and do another round of shots before finding Charles, in the mood to dance. He is chatting with Pierre and you don’t bother cutting in politely. Rather, you grab Charles’ arm as Kika and Pierre laugh at your startled husband.

Charles holds you close, his warm hands resting on the small of your back, threatening to dip lower.

“How are you doing, mon ange?” Charles asks, his small smile lit up by the flashing lights.

“I’m doing great, need you,” you slur, the alcohol and lateness hitting you. It’s late enough that you could go home and no one would bat an eye. You’ve talked to everyone here and

“Wanna get out of here?” Charles eyes darken as you press against him. One nod and he sweeps you off your feet, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Want me to call you an Uber?” Arthur asks as Charles walks past him.

“Please,” Arthur gives a thumbs up, so Charles continues to the coat check. Charles sets you down so you can get your coat.

“Sleep well,” Arthur hugs both of you before you leave to get in the Uber.

Keeping your hands to yourselves for the ten minute ride was possibly the hardest thing you have ever done, but as soon as the hotel suite door is closed, Charles is all over you.

“I’ve been wanting to take this dress off of you all night,” Charles growls, nipping your bottom lip.

“Then take it off,” you gasp. As soon as your clothes are off, Charles rolls off of you. You watch as he stumbles slightly to the suitcase in the corner.

“Where are the-“

“Didn’t pack any. I’m world champion, aren’t I?” the tone of your voice brings him back to you. His hands run up your arms, pinning them above your head.

“God I love you,”

It isn’t too much of a shock when soon after Abu Dhabi and the prize ceremony that you find yourself hugging the toilet.

“You okay?” Charles asks, rubbing you back.

“I gotta call Fred,” you groan. Charles places your phone in your outstretched hand.

“Y/n, what a surprise. How’s your break going?” Fred sounds concerned over the phone,

“It’s going well,” you look at Charles who just gives you a supportive thumbs up. “Listen Fred,” you feel bile rise in your throat and shove to phone to Charles who quickly takes it and steps out so Fred doesn’t hear you puke.

“Y/n?”

“Hey Fred. What she was about to say is that you will need to find another driver for next season,” Charles says awkwardly.

“Ah, congratulations. Why don’t you have her set up a meeting with me in a few weeks and we can discuss it further? Assure Y/n that we will make sure she has a seat next season, Charles,” Fred says, sounding genuine in his promise.

“Thank you, I’ll let her know,” Charles hangs up.

“I never thought the first person I would tell would be Fred,” you groan, head leaning against a cabinet.

“Neither did I. He sends his congratulations. He also wants you to set up a meeting in a few weeks to talk about it, but he assured me that you still have your seat once you return,” Charles says, helping you stand up and return to bed.

“They couldn’t lose their champion that easy,”

“No,” Charles agrees.

The meeting is scheduled and goes well. It was to simply cover how the absence will be announced and how your contract will be renegotiated.

You and Charles decide to host a small holiday party for your grid family right after the new year. You set up a small camera in the living room and make sure it’s recording.

“Presents? Finally,” Arthur practically runs to sit beside the tree, competing with Ollie to see who gets there the fastest. Charles notices how you subconsciously put a hand on your lower stomach and smile.

“Pass them out first,” you chide, sitting beside Charles once all the boys are seated. Arthur passes out the seven identical boxes to their labeled recipient after passing everything else out.

“We are supposed to open these at the same time, no?” Carlos asks, you just nod. The sound of paper tearing fills the room as your grid family opens their boxes.

“Best grid uncle?” Max asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Big brother- OH MY GOD!” Ollie scrambles to his feet to hug you. You can’t help but laugh. Arthur is crying tears of joy on the floor.

“No way I’m the baby’s nephew,” Jack stares at the shirt.

“If I’m the brother, that makes you the nephew,” Oscar pats Jack’s shoulder.

“Wait, you won’t be driving next season?” Kimi asks, his joy replaced with sadness.

“Oh, I’ll be around. Charles can’t keep me away that easily,” your loving smile betrays your words.

“Who’s replacing you?” Arthur asks the question that’s lingering in the air.

“I don’t know, I asked Fred to wait to ask someone until I told you all,” you shrug.

“I’m so happy for you,” Carlos smiles, already planning what gifts he will be getting you.

“Thank you, don’t get too comfortable without me,” you hug your teammate.

It only takes a day for the news to break.

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f1 Breaking: Reigning Champion Y/n Leclerc will not compete in the 2027 season according to Ferrari. More information on our website.

user23 she looked really sick during the prize ceremony, hope everything is okay!

user893 hopefully she returns in 2028!

user31 this is why women shouldn’t drive

scuderiaferrari we are very happy with her as our CHAMPION driver, and we anxiously await her return.

user6 you tell that man, Ferrari

Much to yours and Charles’ delight, Arthur gets offered the opportunity to take your seat for the season. You threatened him to do well or else he will never meet his niece or nephew, but in reality you just want him to succeed so that he gets the chance to race for another team next season when you return.

No one sees you out in public, you and Charles stay home or go places privately. You didn’t post an announcement that you are expecting, instead you left Ferrari state you are taking a temporary medical leave. It’s a nice change of pace. It’s also definitively the longest time the two of you have spent together, and you haven’t driven each other mad. It all changes in May though.

Imola is the perfect place to make your return to the Paddock. You are entering your third trimester and you want to make at least one paddock appearance before you are miserably pregnant.

“Are you sure? We can turn around if you want to,” Charles asks as he parks your Ferrari Roma.

“Do you not want my fans to see what you have done to me?” you tease, hand resting on the baby bump.

“They will hate me for taking away their champion,” Charles grins, clearly not fussed about it.

“It’s okay, we have future champions in the making, made from a championship,” you wink, causing Charles to blush. You think that when you return to racing again, you will have separation anxiety from him. Spending most of your time together has become your normal, and you wouldn’t change it.

“Well, let’s show our little champions off,” you smile. Charles gets out first, quickly rounding the car to help you out. Ferrari sent out a hospitality intern to escort both of you into the paddock. Luckily for you, no cameras notice you in your red dress and Ferrari jacket as you make your way to hospitality. The media is too busy hounding other celebrities here for the race.

“You made it!” Arthur quickly moves to greet you.

“Wow, nothing for your own brother? I see how it is,” Charles shakes his head.

“There she is,” your race engineer greets you with a warm hug.

“Wait until the cameras see me,” you smile, showing off your swollen belly.

“Wait until they see the maternity pictures you just took,” Charles interjects, opening his phone to share.

You had your racing overalls on with a white top, it really turned out nice. It also led to great sex, but no one can tell from the photos. It would be a different story if you had your fireproofs on.

“You’re back!” Ollie runs in, Kimi not too far behind. You assume that Arthur sent out a text letting people know you are here.

“You look great, taking time off from racing is doing you well,” Kimi is quick to hug you. He misses your hugs and cuddles when you aren’t in the paddock. He hates not being able to crash your couch and rant while you play with his curls and offer advice and support. Of all your grid children, Kimi is your baby and he knows it.

Ollie does similar things, which is why they are your twins. Oscar tends to call you or text you when needing advice or a friend, but he has Mark and Jack. Speaking of Jack, he doesn’t usually utilize you like Ollie and Kimi do, but he never turns down your home cooked meals or dinner invites. For him, knowing you are there for support is enough.

“Thank you, Kimi,” you say, straightening his collar as he pulls away. Arthur and Charles are deep in conversation off to the side of the garage.

“Are you excited to be on this side of things?” Ollie asks, vying for your attention.

“I haven’t been on this side since I was in F2. I’ll be so stressed watching you two. My twins,” you want to reach out and pinch their cheeks, they look so cute with their grins. The pregnancy hormones may be starting to get to you.

“Just remember that we, the twins, were here first,” Ollies eyes dart down to where your hand is resting and back up to your face. He notes the small smile on your face.

“Twins?” Ollie asks, eyes wide with excitement.

You nod, smile growing with pride. “Yeah, exciting isn’t it,” there is a lightness to your voice, almost laughing.

“You can create a team for them. Can we take them karting?” Kimi asks, excited at the idea. Your laugh rings through hospitality, catching the eyes of your team.

“Kimi, they haven’t even been born yet, give it a few years at least,” you remind him.

“A few years until what?” Charles sneaks up behind you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His arms wrap around you, letting you lean into his chest.

“Until we can take the twins karting,” Ollie answers.

“That will be my job as the biological uncle,” Arther frowns.

“None of you are taking my kids karting until I take them karting,” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Arthur, time to go to the garage,” Carlos enters the room, not looking up from his phone.

“Is it really?” as soon as you speak Carlos looks up, eyes widened in a mixture of shock and happiness.

“Amiga, I heard you were coming to visit but I didn’t know when,” Carlos crosses the room quickly, the garage report all but forgotten.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you smile as you step out of Charles’ arms to give the Spaniard a hug.

“You should join us in the garage,” Carlos insists.

“You go, I’ll stay here for a bit so you can catch up,” Charles smiles, not bothered.

“We will see you later,” Kimi waves goodbye as he and Ollie leave. They don’t want to get accused of spying, even if they were only in Ferrari to see you.

You are sandwiched between Arthur and Carlos as you step out of Ferrari, the warm May air greeting you with a pleasant breeze.

“Aren’t you worried the press will see you?” Arthur asks, a little protective as he glances around the paddock.

“If I were worried, I wouldn’t be here. Now, which one of you is going to win so I can sing the Italian National Anthem with the Tifosi,” you grin, looping your arms through theirs.

“Me, of course,” Carlos states. You hear a camera shudder as you get closer to the garage and know it’s only a matter of time before your secret is out. The Ferrari social media team has already taken plenty of pictures and videos of your return.

“You better keep the promise. I expect a 1-2 and nothing less,” you insist, adding a second thought, “and a repeat at Monza.”

“You ask a lot, dear sister, but I think we can do it,” Arthur laughs. He’s done a great job to start the season and you’ve been hoping he signs for someone next season.

“Good,” you listen to the two boys converse with a small smile on your face. You can’t lie and say you did not miss it. The three of you get stopped by drivers a few times before reaching the garage, simply wanting to say hello and check in with you.

“My star driver,” Fred greets you jovially. The whirring of the machines seem to pause as your presence is recognized in the garage.

“Hello, Fred. Miss me much?” you grin.

“Of course. You better be ready to return next season,” he says expectantly. For a moment you forgot he was your boss and not an old friend. Your cheeks slightly flush with embarrassment, wanting to end the awkward change in conversation tone.

“Yes, I’ve been staying active and working out as much and as safely as I can,” you state, your tone indicating that the conversation was over. You spend time talking with your engineers and mechanics, catching up on their lives and the season.

As the day progresses, you return to Hospitality where Charles awaits you. All you want to do is sit down, maybe take a nap, and have a snack. Your back hurts and your ankles are a bit swollen.

“How was the garage?” Charles asks, setting down the book he was reading.

“It was good, I caught up with the team,” you yawn as you sit on one of the very comfortable couches.

“I’ll go grab you a snack, why don’t you take a quick nap? There’s about half an hour before we need to go to the garage,” Charles suggests, reading your mind. You nod, feeling tired enough to doze off immediately.

About fifteen minutes later, Charles gently wakes you. You softly thank him as you take the plate of food, eating what you can quickly. Before you know it, Charles is walking to the garage with you. The team set up a folding chair and pillow so you can be more comfortable. Unfortunately for Charles, he has to stand.

You notice the camera on the screen enter the Ferrari garage, and before you have a moment to find where they are, you are on the screen. Charles stands beside you protectively, his right hand resting on your shoulder. You turn to the camera and wave, your PR smile in full force.

You can hear the roar of the Tifosi as you are on the screen, La Predestina being shouted out. It’s both heartwarming and a little embarrassing.

“Destiny,” Charles leans down, smile playing on his lips as he recalls the call sign you were given when the two of you first met.

“Perceval,” you reply, moving your hand so it can rest on Charles’. The embarrassment turned into pride, knowing how loved you are by the fans even if you aren’t racing at the moment.

You were instantly trending within the Formula One community. The news of your pregnancy and paddock return being celebrated by most fans. Of course there were some who wanted to use it against you, but you grew thick skin ages ago.

You find yourself swept up in a sea of red, cheering for the Ferrari 1-2 podium. Charles stands close to you, blocking you from the crowd with the help of your team.

“Still remember the words?” one of the engineers teases you in italian.

“A memoria,” you smile, happily linking arms with the team to sing out the anthem. It’s a weird sensation, being on the other side of the podium. You are grateful for how the team has included you in the weekend, but there is a pang of longing as you look at the podium. The tifosi should be cheering for you, it should be you standing with the medal around your neck looking out over the crowd.

Charles holds you close as you walk back to the garage, offering silent support. It didn’t take a genius to notice your longing stare.

“Can we go home,” you whisper in the car after having an early dinner with Arthur.

“Is everything okay?” Charles asks, starting the car. Concern fills his green eyes as he looks across the car, his hand lifting slightly from the gear stick. Your eyes are trained out the window, body angled slightly away. You don’t speak for a moment.

“I don’t know,” your voice is thick, tears sting at the corners of your eyes but don’t flow. Charles wants to push, but he doesn’t, knowing you will be unresponsive. He sets off back to France.

The ride is silent beyond the music playing and the sound of the road underneath the car. It doesn’t change when you get home, you both silently go through your nighttime routines. Charles attempts to get you to speak, but you don’t.

As you lay in bed, darkness surrounding you, Charles hears your soft cries. You do everything in your power to suppress it, but you can’t. Charles silently rolls towards you, reaching out to hold you and comfort you, but you just move away. You’ve had fights before, but this is different.

“Mon ange,” Charles whispers pleadingly but gets no answer. Neither of you know how you fell asleep.

Charles notices your silent avoidance of both him and the room your sim is set up in, your office. He catches your longing glances at it and your haste to look away when you realize. Around noon he gets fed up. He finds you sitting on the couch reading.

“Mon ange,” he says, trying to catch your attention, but you don’t look up. Your eyes remain trained on the book in your hands. You haven’t flipped the page in almost ten minutes. “Y/n,” Charles tries again, voice louder with irritation.

“What, Charles?” you slam the book down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Why are you ignoring me? One minute everything is fine and the next you are shut down,” he huffs, frustration and anger bubbling up.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine,” you brush it off, knowing it’s a lie.

“No, you aren’t. I notice things. Like how you didn’t do your morning workout, or how you’ve been avoiding your office. Why are you lying?” Charles steps closer to you, the tension in the room heightens with each step.

“I’m not lying!” Lie.

“You are, and you are avoiding me like I’m the problem,” you stand up as he speaks, grabbing your book, ready to relocate to a different part of the house.

“God, can’t a woman have a moment of peace? Be alone for a minute?” you cynically laugh, starting to walk away as Charles catches your arm.

“You don’t get to walk away. Not when this attitude is affecting everything,” Charles says, looking you in the eyes. Your eyes flicker from him to your office to your baby bump.

“I can’t talk about this right now,” your voice cracks as you gently pull your arm from Charles’s grasp. You leave the room in an uncomfortable silence. Charles plops down onto the couch, sighing with his head in his hands.

The two of you avoid each for a few more hours before guilt gnaws at both of you. Charles is once again the one to find you, bringing a cup of tea as a peace offering. You are on a swing, on the porch in your backyard. The fresh air helping to clear your mind as you gently rock back and forth.

“I’m sorry,” you beat him to the apology.

“I shouldn’t have instigated the fight, you clearly didn’t want to talk about it,” Charles shakes his head, setting the mug down beside you.

“And I shouldn’t have gaslit you. I just have a lot of feelings and I don’t know how to handle them. It’s all a bit embarrassing,” you pat the cushion next to you, inviting Charles to be the closest to you that he’s been since the race.

“You don’t have to talk about it yet if you don’t want to,” Charles follows your cues, he doesn’t want to chalk anything up to being pregnancy hormones. You nod, allowing a more comfortable silence to fill the air as you reacclimatize to his presence. There’s a part of you that wants to resist and be stubborn, but you can’t help but relax when he is close.

“I’m ashamed at the feelings I had during the podium and the spiral that came with it,” you say, fighting the urge to lock up again. Charles doesn’t reply, mainly because he isn’t sure what to say that will be a comfort.

After a few seconds you choose to elaborate. “I felt this resentment at the babies, even at you, for not being able to drive. Seeing the podium as a fan and not as the driver on the top step was hard,” saying it out loud makes you feel stupid, like you should know better.

“That’s natural. You never really grieved the loss of your passion, even if it is temporary,” Charles takes a tentative move towards you. He wraps his arms around you, breaking any lasting tension between you.

“I just feel so stupid,” you fight the tears welling up. That you can blame on your hormones.

“Yeah, maybe a little,” Charles grins, pressing a kiss to your hair. You can’t help but laugh, even as tears trickle down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. It’s not fair to blame you for my inability to drive,” you apologize again, linking your hand with his.

“Oh no, it is one hundred percent fair. I’m proud to be the reason that you can’t drive. Maybe repeating that reason will make you feel better?” Charles suggests, running his free hand up and down your body while lifting your linked hands to his lips.

“Charles!”

[minkyungseokie]

Racing for Two | James Vowels

synopsis; James wants Y/n to stay home since she's ready to pop at any moment, but she wants to be there to support her grid children

warnings; pregnancy, there’s a ten-year-gap between James and reader (34 and 44)

note; requested

note2; still not very happy with James after he benched my boy Logan because Alex crashed, but I'm still gonna write for him. I added a part where he finds out

I’m am not knowledgeable enough about pregnancy as I’ve never been pregnant, so she gets over her morning sickness pretty quickly. I also apologize because this went in a different direction than where I meant for it to

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Y/n groaned, hand on her stomach.

The woman had woken up feeling odd and as soon as she stood up, she had become nauseous. That led her to where she was now, bent over the toilet and puking her guts out, "Are you okay, love?" James questioned, entering the bathroom worriedly, crouching down behind her and putting a hand on her back.

"I'm okay, sweetheart. I might just have come down with a bug. Or I ate something bad." Y/n waved off his concern, "Are you sure?" James asked, "Yeah, I'm fine. Can you help me up?" Y/n asked, holding her hand out for James to grab. James grabbed the hand Y/n was holding out and helped her up, "Darling, if you're not feeling well, you don't have to come with me to the track. You can stay here and rest." James said, "James, I'm fi—"

Y/n turned and rushed to hunch over the toilet again, "I think you should stay here. You aren't feeling well and it's only free practice." James insisted, "But I want to see Alex, Logan, Oscar, and Lando. You know they've been looking forward to seeing me." Y/n groaned. "I'm sure they'll understand that you're not feeling well. If you feel better by tomorrow, you can join us for FP3 and Quali." James promised.

Y/n groaned again, "Fine. I'll stay here, but I'm ordering room service." She sighed, standing up and picking up her toothbrush. James walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her temple, "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to cheer your...grid kids on, but you're not feeling well. Your health is more important than anything, dear." James muttered, lips still pressed against Y/n's temple.

Y/n huffed and spat out the foam, "I guess you're right. It's only qualifying, I'll be able to join you Sunday." The woman agreed. She turned in James' arms and wrapped her arms around him, "It's okay. Order yourself something when you're hungry and make sure to get some rest, okay?" James asked, "Okay." Y/n agreed.

"I have to go now, but I'll send someone to check on you." James spoke, gathering his things, "I'll be fine, love. Have a good day. I love you." Y/n hummed, gently pulling James down by the back of his neck, "I love you too." James said, pressing his lips to hers, "Make sure you eat."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Give the boys luck from me, yeah?" Y/n let out, walking towards the bed they shared and lying down, "I will." James assured, walking out of the hotel.

Y/n picked up the phone and ordered something light to eat as she wasn't as hungry as she usually was. "Some toast and turkey bacon should be sufficient," Y/n mumbled, putting the phone back onto the receiver. Y/n sat back with a sigh, reaching for the remote to turn on a show  while she waited for the food to arrive.

Once it arrived, Y/n opened the door and took the food from the woman at the door. The smell of the food hit her nose and she began to feel nauseous until she had to drop the plate and run to the bathroom, "Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?" The employee asked, running into the restroom after her. The employee rubbed Y/n's back, "Ma'am are you sick? Do you need me to get anything?" She asked sweetly, "No, I'm good. I think I might be coming down with something. Although, I don't feel sick other than the vomiting." Y/n panted.

The employee's eyes widened and she began to look around, spotting signs of another person, "Ma'am, are you here with someone?" The woman, whose nametag read Kaila, asked. "My husband. Why? You don't need to call him. I'm only throwing up." Y/n assured, "Oh, no. I-- That's ...that's not what I meant. You are throwing up, but you don't seem to have a fever. You threw up at the smell of your food... There's only one thing I can think of." Kaila said. "What?" Y/n asked, "Hold on. I'm going to go get something. I'll knock on the door." Kaila informed before walking out of the hotel room, "What the fuck?" Y/n muttered.

She stood up and cleaned up the food that had fallen in her rush to get to the bathroom, "What do I eat now?" Y/n huffed, throwing the food in the trash and putting the plate on the dresser near the door.

Y/n sat back onto the bed and grabbed the remote again, "I guess I'll just have to watch some television until my stomach settles." Y/n sighed.

Y/n had forgotten that the employee had told her that she would be coming back until ten minutes later, when there was a knock on the door. "Hello, ma'am. I'm sorry for intruding like this, but I've bright you some stuff." Kaila rushed into the room, seeing the black plastic bag she had in her hand. "Pardon me, but this is highly inappropriate behavior. I—" Y/n started, "I know that this is unprofessional behavior of me, but I realized something." Kaila said, pulling out a few boxes.

"What are— Are...are those pregnancy tests?" Y/n asked, "Yes, I have been through this before. Believe it or not, I'm a mother of three, so I think I'm able to realize when one might be pregnant. Now that I look at you, you are kind of glowing. Go to the bathroom and take these." Kaila ordered, shoving the tests into Y/n's hands, "But I don't need to pee." Y/n protested.

Kaila sighed and left the room, coming back with bottles of water on her hands, "There you go. Drink and pee. I'll leave it to you. Have a good day, ma'am." Kaila placed the waters on the dessert and rushed out of the room. "What the hell was that?" Y/n questioned, looking at the door in confusion before looking at the water bottles.

With a sigh, Y/n snatched a water bottle and began drinking it slowly so she wouldn't throw it up immediately. As soon as she needed to use the restroom, she grabbed one of the boxes and took the test. "Now to wait." Y/n hummed, placing the test in the sink and setting a timer on her phone. It would be a few hours until James came back, so she wouldn't have to worry about him coming back and catching her before she was ready.

What was she going to do if she was pregnant? She knew that she and James weren't getting any younger and if they were to have children, it'd have to be before she turned at least forty. How would James feel about having a child? Y/n knew he'd want one, but they didn't really talk about when they wanted.

The timer went off, snapping Y/n out of her thoughts. Y/n stood up, taking a deep breath and entering the bathroom. She picked up the test with the screen upside down, "Whatever it is, I'm going to accept it. I'm going to be happy even if I'm not pregnant." Y/n assured herself before flipping the test over.

Pregnant

Y/n covered her mouth, tears welling up within her eyes and a lump sticking in her throat, "Holy shit. I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby!" Y/n cheered, holding the test to her chest. She was worried about how James would react, but at the same time, she was too excited to care. It would devastate her if James didn't want the baby, but she wasn't going to get rid of it. She was sweet on grabbing and raising the child, even if she has to do it by herself.

"Screw this." Y/n said, grabbing her purse, a jacket, and ordered an Uber. She wasn't planning on waiting to tell James about their growing family. She didn't want to wait, she wanted to share her joy with her husband immediately and maybe even her surrogate grid children.

She excitedly hopped out of the Uber and made her way towards the paddock entrance with her pass around her neck. "Hey, Mrs. Vowels!" A Aston Martin engineer greeted, "Hey!" Y/n greeted back. Y/n rushed through the paddock, not pausing for anyone, but making sure to greet anyone who greeted her. "James!" Y/n called out to her husband, who was talking with her grid children, Logan and Alex.

"Mama Vowels! I thought you were feeling sick." Logan greeted, hugging Y/n, "We thought you wouldn't be here. James told us that you were sick." Alex added also hugging Y/n. "I did, but..." Y/n dig into her purse and pulled out the test, "I wanted to tell you this as soon as possible."

James took a tissue and grabbed the test, "My love, are you... you're—" "I'm pregnant!" Y/n interrupted. James pulled his wife to his chest and kissed her while Logan and Alex cheered in a very Logan and Alex way. “Congratulations!” A few engineers cheered as the couple embraced each other, “Come here.” Y/n beckoned, pulling the two into the hug.

“Why are we hugging? What’s everyone cheering for?” The familiar voice of Lando Norris spoke up. The group broke apart and looked to Y/n, who had tears streaming down her face. Y/n held up the test, “We’re having a baby!” She said, “Congratulations!” Lando’s quiet Aussie teammate finally spoke up, “That’s amazing. Congratulations.” Lando said, giving the soon-to-be mother a big smile.

“I’m going to have another kid.” Y/n breathed, “What do you mean another?” Alex questioned, “You four are my kids. What do you mean? I’ve shipped you as soon as I met you guys.” Y/n said as if it was obvious.

“Well, I’m happy to be apart of your family.”

Y/n stepped out of the car with the help of her husband, clad in maternity clothing and her stomach protruding. "You know that you could've stayed home." James told her, putting a hand on her back to make sure she was okay while walking, "I know that I don't have to, but you're in the UK, so why would I not come and support my boys?" Y/n asked, rolling her eyes as she waddled into the paddock.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd be here seeing as you look like you're about to pop any second." Lando joked, jogging up to them as they passed the McLaren garage with Oscar trailing behind. "I didn't want to miss your home race, Lando. Even if "I'm about to pop" I'd never miss out for the world." Y/n tittered, before groaning. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" James questioned, "It's nothing. My feet just feel like they're on fire." Y/n answered.

"You can sit in the McLaren garage if you need to." Oscar offered, "I think you should, love. You can come to the Williams garage when you feel like you can walk without your feet hurting." James said. "Thank you, boys, but I'll be fine. I think I make it to Williams. I want to be with my husband." Y/n rejected, "Are you sure? I don't mind walking to the garage alone. You can go rest." James reassured.

"No, I want to be with you. If I do go into labour, I want to be nearby." Y/n explained, "Okay, then shall we get you to the garage?" James questioned, guiding Y/n to the Williams garage and immediately getting a chair for her to sit. "Do you need anything? Water? Snacks?" James inquired, "Can I have some ice cream if we have any?" Y/n asked, "I'll go get that for you." James said, kissing Y/n's forehead.

"Thank you." Y/n said, watching James walk away, "Hey, Mama Vowels. How are you feeling?" Alex asked, holding a bottle of water out for her. "I'm swollen and in pain, but I'm happy to be here." Y/n answered happily, "Your due date is near isn't it? Are you sure it's safe for you to be here when your water can break at any moment?" Logan asked. "You both are worth it. I can give birth at any moment, yes, but I'm not going to miss you both racing." Y/n

 scoffed playfully.

As James was coming back, Y/n felt a tightening sensation within her abdomen, "I got your ice cream." James announced, holding the packaged ice cream out for Y/n, "Are you okay, Mama Vowels?" Logan asked, bending down as the woman stared ahead of her blankly. "Mama Vowel?" Alex called, "Love?" James spoke, putting a hand on her shoulder. Y/n then felt a pop and what felt like a waterfall gushing down her leg. Y/n looked up at her husband with widened eyes and a slack jaw.

"My water broke."

[raisengen]

Arknights successfully pulling off a football game mode using a tower defence engine has got me thinking again about how important choosing a versatile gameplay format can be for a live-service game.

All within the same tower defence engine, we've had:

Football mode

Roguelike mode

Exploration & resource farming (taken to a new level in Mineshaft Crawl)

Payload pushing

Control points / King of the Hill in various forms

Escort missions in various forms

Capture the flag

and various other different ways of engaging that don't have a pithy name to list, such as the Babel chains mechanic or the nethersea brand / steam cloud map control. All of it still using the same core gameplay of a 2D grid of terrain that you deploy stuff onto that then sits there acting automatically in real time, with a retreat button and a single skill button for further interaction.

Also there's slug racing.

For sure, you need skill and creativity to reinterpret your system to come up with these ideas, but you can't do that if the system is too shallow to support them in the first place. And if you can get that diversity, it stops the experience getting stale even after X years. (Plus, I'm guessing it's a lot more fun to work on.)

[elucienweekofficial]

Elucien Week - Ways to Participant

With only two weekends left before Elucien Week begins, now's the time to start really focusing on your project(s)!

We know that fanart and fanfiction get a lot of attention during event weeks - but what about the folks who don't draw or write, or simply don't have the time? Well the good news is there's still plenty of fun and creative ways you can participate in the event, so we've put together a short list you can take inspiration from!

Make an event-themed Playlist - You could choose to create a public playlist using a music service such as Spotify, make a bullet list on tumblr, or even put the songs together on a cute graphic (there's even a free elucien-themed template you can use here!)

Create a Moodboard - Websites like Canva have a lot of free templates you can use to put together moodboards, or you can even make a photo grid in tumblr! Just try your best to source your photos ethically and give credit to any fanartists if using their content!

Share a theory - If you're looking for inspiration, consider leaning into one of our prompts. Most theories strive to answer a question, such as: Does Lucien actually own a moon on a string? Remember that it can be as serious or satircal as you'd like!

Bullet your favorite headcanons - You can take inspiration from our daily prompts, from the fic that you've always wanted to write inside your head, or from the countless number of prompt lists that you can find on tumblr (like this one or this one)

Create a Fic Recommendation List - Slap together all your favorite fics or curate a list using filters from Archive of Our Own. If you wanted to put them in a graphic, there's a free template you can use here!

Make a Powerpoint - Have you ever heard of Powerpoint Night? Try opening up a Google Slide and putting together an Elucien themed presentation that answers the important questions like - what outfits would Elain wear in a modern AU? Or - What would Lucien's tinder bio look like?

Create an Online Activity - websites like Kahoot or Quizlet or puzzel.org allow you to put together customizable quizes and puzzle games you can share!

Engage with the community! - We strongly believe this is the most important and rewarding way you can contribute to Elucien Week, regardless of your blog-size or how often you plan to post during the week. Liking, reblogging, and commenting on as many creations as you can will not only be so meaningful to the people working on those projects, it will also serve in fostering a supportive and uplifting atmosphere!

[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #3

Jan 26-Feb 2 2024

The House overwhelmingly passed a tax deal that will revive the expanded Child Tax Credit, this will effect 16 million American children and lift 400,000 out of poverty in the first year. The deal also supports the building of 200,000 housing units over the next two years, and provides tax relief for communities hit by disasters.

The Biden Administration has begun negotiations on drug prices for Medicare. Earlier this year the administration announced it would negotiate for the first time directly with drug manufacturers on the prices of 10 common medications. This week they sent their opening offers to the companies. The program is expected to save Medicare and enrollees billions over dollars over the long term and help push down drug prices for everyone.

The Department of Transportation has green lit $240 Million to modernize air ports across the country. Air Ports in 37 states will be able to get much needed updates and refurbishment.

The Biden Administration announced 10 sites across America as sites for innovation investment. They will receive up to 2 billion dollars each over the next 10 years. The goal is to stimulate economic growth and innovation in semiconductor manufacturing, clean energy, sustainable textiles, climate-resilient agriculture, regenerative medicine, and more.

The State Department reviews options for recognizing Palestinian Statehood. While as of yet there's been no policy change this review of options is a major shift in US diplomatic thinking which has long opposed Palestinian Statehood and shows a seriousness of reported Biden plans to push for Statehood as part of a post-war Israel-Saudi normalization deal.

President Biden imposes sanctions on Israeli settlers who have engaged in violence against Palestinians and peace activists. This marks the first time the US has leveled sanctions against Israelis and sets up a standard that could see the whole settlement movement cut off from the US financial system

the Department of Energy has tentatively agreed to a $1.5 Billion dollar loan to help reopen a Michigan nuclear power plant. This would mark the first time a closed nuclear plant has been brought back online. Closed in 2022 it's hoped that it could reopen in time to be generating power in late 2025. This is part of Biden's plan to decarbonize the electricity grid by 2035.

the Internal Revenue Service launched a program to allow tax fillers file for free directly with the government. In 2024 its a pilot program limited to 12 states, but plans for it to be nation wide by tax day 2025

The Department of Health and Human Services announced $28 million in grants to help with the treatment of substance use disorder, including a program aimed at pregnant and postpartum women, and expanded drug court aimed at directing people into treatment and out of the criminal justice system.

The Department of Energy announced $72 million for 46 hydroelectric projects across 19 states. This marks the single largest investment in Hydropower in US history.

The Senate confirmed President Biden's 175th federal judge. Biden has now appointed more federal judges in his first term in office than President Obama did in his, however still lags behind Trump's 186 judges. For the first time in history a majority of a President's nominees are not white men, 65% of them are women and 65% are people of color, President Biden has appointed more black women to judgeships than any administration in history.