#I have been second to jo my whole life I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her I won’t do it

[nikholascrow]

hear me out little women marauders au

Amy is regulus

Lourie is James

Jo is Sirius

Beth is Peter

Meg is Lily

Megs husband (forgot his name) is Mary

professor Bhaer is Remus

this is either my best or worst idea ever

[boyfhee]

﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤ“is your girlfriend single?”ㅤ...ㅤ( 엔하이픈 )

ㅤㅤ﹙1214﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff, humour est. relㅤㅤwarnings light kissing, slight jealousyㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ didn't turn out how i wanted these to be but hope you like them nonetheless >< happy reading and pls rb & leave feedback iNDEX

HEESEUNG

you were out with him and his friend group when the question suddenly pops up, asked by one of his friends who definitely meant it in a fun and joking way, however the frown on your boyfriend's face proves he didn't like it.

it takes him a good few seconds to comprehend the question before he hears you stifle a laugh. he looks at his friend, scoffing bitterly, raising his brows mockingly. “is my girl single?”

“dude it's a jo—”

he huffs before his hands cup your cheeks and make him look at you, pressing his lips against yours for a few seconds to get the point across. “no, she's not.” he speaks with a slight nod, trying to look modest even though there's a smug smile on his lips. “and don't ask stupid questions.”

JONGSEONG

he's confused, for the most part. his eyes refuse to leave the phone screen, going over and over the caption of your post— anniversary post, clearly written down below the pictures where you are sitting on his lap with a cake and he's kissing your cheeks.

‘happy three years to us. i love you, my love’

“are they stupid?” he asks bluntly, looking at you with his mouth agape. everything in that post makes it obvious that you are definitely not single.

“it's most likely a joke, baby,” you say, leaning against his arms with a pout, wishing he would just let it go and pay attention to you. “don't mind them,”

he nods at your words absentmindedly, brows still furrowed at the screen. you roll your eyes, pulling his arms to lay him back on the bed. he quickly sends a ‘no.’ for a reply before putting his phone aside and getting back to you, hovering over you while he has you pinned down, planting a soft kiss on your neck. “you're all mine, yeah?”

JAEYUN

brows furrows, head tilted slightly to the left, eyes wide open in half confusion half surprise. he doesn't understand why anyone would ask that question, because it sounds stupid as hell. “huh?”

“i asked if your girlfriend is single,” the person asks again and you laugh under your breath, knowing that they're probably just pulling their leg.

“she's my soulmate, the love of my life, my other half, anything— but single,” and he knows he's being a bit too much he jake wants to show you off and also make it clear that you're most definitely off the markets.

“jake, that's enough—”

“no? why are they asking if you're single when we're literally walking hand in hand?” continues to explain it to you why that was such a rhetorical question even after that person leaves, doesn't let go your hands until you get home. “should we take a few couple pics to post them, hm?”

SUNGHOON

mad as hell, gives them the most deadpan face ever. well, he introduced you as his dear girlfriend the minute you two walked in through the doors of the restaurant for the highschool reunion.

“she wouldn't date you even if she was,” says with his eyes looking at them up and down with displeasure written on his face clearly. he's not having any of it.

he has his hand on your thigh the whole time you two are at the reunion, giving it soft caresses and light squeezes, never missing a chance to compliment you or even flirt with you when you two have been dating for over a year now.

and when you try to remove his hand or something, he pulls you even closer, mostly because he's enjoying your flustered face. “it's so hard having a beautiful girlfriend,”

SUNOO

it's so serious for him, he's shooting daggers with his eyes, annoyance clearly written on his face. it doesn't escape his gaze how the guy in front of him is checking you out, even though while being subtle about it.

“of course, not. she's with me, can't you see?” it's a sharp reply that clearly shuts them off, and sunoo rolls his eyes, turning his attention back onto you.

you chuckle under your breath, but also composing yourself as you link your arms with him as you two walk away from them. “hey, don't you think that was too much?”

and he laughs softly, leaning his face down to plant a feathery kiss on your cheeks, looking at you with a slight grin. “well, they shouldn't have asked such a stupid question then,”

JUNGWON

he immediately goes silent when he sees that question in the comments of his vlog with you, shooting question marks to the screen with his stares, the embodiment of ‘does anyone else find this weird :/’

“ah, if yn is single?” words actually trail off as soon as they dance out of his mouth while tries to process the question. is it a joke? are they being serious? he doesn't know. “uh, i don't think she is since we're dating. . .?”

he's stuttering and you're next to him, hiding your face while suppressing your laughter because he's so adorable. “wonnie, i'm pretty sure they were just teasing you,”

“ah, okay,” he nods in realisation, chuckling awkwardly while looking at the screen in silence for a few seconds before adding. “we're not entertaining any more questions about yn,”

NI-KI

he shrugs and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his pants, giving them a blank look as if he doesn't know a thing. he cocks his head in your direction, asking cluelessly. “are you single?”

and you shoot him a confused look, blinking blankly as you point your index finger at yourself. “me?”

“who else?”

you continue to look at him in confusion, turning your gaze to your classmate before it lands back on your boyfriend. “i'm dating you, how would i be single?”

riki immediately turns his head to your poor classmate, the smug smile never leaving his face as he shakes his head. “she's not,” and then he simply puts his arms over your shoulders, pulling you flush against him and walks past them, without sparing another glance.

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[danystargaryens]

GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ [11/15] Female Characters: ☆ Amy March (Little Women)

I have been second to Jo my whole life in everything, and i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.

[softtdaisy]

🌲 a found family l max verstappen

summary. you and max can't spend Christmas together but a trip to his dad and the love he has for you make him realize that he deserves better. a better life. a better love. a better family.

words count. 2,596

a/n. and this is the last piece for this Christmas series. Thanks to all of you for sticking me through December. and a massive thanks to my favorite person @monzabee for encouraging me and for giving me this beautiful idea to end the series 🫶

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You looked absolutely gorgeous, wearing a dress Max had bought you this year during one of your holidays. One of the many gifts he did to you this year, because if there were one thing that could describe your boyfriend it would be his generiosity. That man could buy you the world if you wanted it. 

And that was maybe what was making him the saddest tonight.

He could see you wearing it and neither could he offer you his gift. 

Because you were not spending Christmas’ eve together. But in each other’s family.

“You know this look is a great excuse to skip the diner at my dad’s?” Max asked which made you laughed. He was still sit on your bed, his shirt barely closed and his hair absolutely not styled. He was the closest to his place, compared to you who had to drive for almost two hours. 

He watched you as you walked to your phone, that you had put on your wardrobe to show your whole look. “You’re such a flirt, Maxie.” you kept laughing, specially when he started making his poutty face that you absolutely love. You always found it funny how most people saw him as this arrogant guy when he was such a sweetheart. 

“Ain’t I allowed to flirt with my girl?” 

“You are. It’s a shame you won’t enjoy the result of this flirt tonight.” 

This hasn’t been an easy decision for either of you. It’s was only your first christmas together since you started dating on january. And you really wish you could have spend the evening together. But you learn one thing through this past year: never go against Jos Verstappen’s plan. 

From the first race you attended, you got the feeling Jos didn’t really appreciate you. You tried to talk about it with Max without making a whole drama out of it but he didn’t really react. Or say anything, actually.

Not that Max didn’t care. It was even far from it. He just didn’t know what to do. He never talked about his personnal life with his dad and it wouldn’t be a first now. Specially not with these type of question. Max always assumed that his father only care about his racing career. It couldn’t be that bad if he wasn’t interested in his son’s couple. Right?

“I have to go” you told Max, who was lost on his thoughts. He enjoyed for the last few seconds to sight of you before you had to hung up. “Call me if you need, alright?” 

“Even if I don’t need it.” he laughed before letting you go.

Every time he had to say goodbye to you, on the phone or because you couldn’t follow him for the next race, Max felt a little hole in his heart. He never thought one day he’ll met someone that could complete him like you did. 

That’s all he thought about until he arrived at his dad’s place. All the thing he wanted to do with you before the new season starts, where he would take you during the holiday, which races you could be there and what places he wanted to show you during these weekend. More than just happiness for your couple, Max realised how important you were for his anxiety. Before he met you, most of the time he had to drive to see his father, he was anticipated all the bad things that could happen. The critics, the disapproval, the yelling if they really did disagree on something. And the worst part was that, in the end, he was just living the nightmare before it happened.

And maybe it was the fact he didn’t think about all these things before arriving, but Max felt good when he arrived.

“Uncle Maxie!” And being around his nephew was definitely a good help.

For many years, Max never consider having children. The anxiety he developped because of his own childhood was a perfect argument to avoid trying. How could he give a child what he needs if he doesn’t know himself what a kid should have? He knew what he shouldn’t do, that’s all.

But these past weeks, from seeing his nephews and calling them, he realized that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

And maybe, you weren’t for nothing in this change of mind.

“You’re shinny, uncle Maxie.” 

“Shinny?” he laughed, still playing with the little cars that represent all the Formula one drivers.

“Yep. You’re happy.” 

Max didn’t know what to answer to that. But then he felt two hands on his shoulders and a kiss from Victoria on his hair. “He’s right.” He turned around to look at her. He guessed that the look she had was just another proof that indeed, he was lookier happier. “It’s for the toast, come.”

It was some kind of tradition. Everyone had to say what they were grateful for at the end of this year. Kids, health, career… each other always revolved around these subjects. Max was not going to break the circle. Not today.

“Well I’m grateful for the amazing year I spend. Winning the championship again was more than I could expect at the beginning of the season. So yeah I’m grateful for the team, for the work we did to win the races and create such amazing memories all together.” 

Max stopped for a few seconds, thinking about what he could be grateful for. There was one thing, obviously.

If he met his father’s eyes, he wouldn’t have continued. But he didn’t. He looked at Victoria and her massive smile. 

“And I’m grateful for my girlfriend. I couldn’t have go through this crazy year without her. She’s my rock, she’s my best friend, she’s without a doubt my soulmate and I’m glad I could finally found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Max heard all the lovely and loudly sound from his family. And before he could notice her, Victoria was already in his arms, telling him how proud she was that he finally found the happiness he deserved.

Again, he could have focus on the good thing, all the congratulations and excitement about this new family member that they all couldn’t wait to meet. But this time, Max did saw Jos look on him. One that he sadly knew by heart: disappointment. 

At first, Max decided to ignore the situation and spend most of the evening playing with his nephews, pretending to be a car himself to drive them around the house. But he couldn’t escape the heavy atmosphere forever.

Max saw that Jos was sitting by himself in the living room, with a whisky in his hand. He hesitated, did he really wanted to break all the good vibes for a talk for his dad? And then again, he was too nice to avoid him. No matter if he knew he would end this conversation with some broken feelings, Max couldn’t escape it. Because if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that he never wanted to become like his father. A man that would rather ignore the people he love for the sake of disappointment. Silence was never the solution.

“So, how do we feel about new season?” Max asked, sitting next to him. If there was one subject they couldn’t really argue about was his career. Or at least, even if there was some disagreement, it wouldn’t end up badly.

“You have to leave her.” It was simple. Five words. Said with a hard tone. Like an order. “You’re already losing your man over that…stupid girl. You can’t let yourself fail for a woman, Max.”

Maybe he should have gone with the swerve, in the end. “What do you mean? I’ve been with her for a year and I still won.” He could have, maybe, understand if the season was a pure fail. But it wasn’t. The car was amazing and he won almost every races. There was not single doubt that not only you weren’t a burden but you were a motivation for him. It didn’t make sense. But still, Max knew where all of this came from. Because he knew his father.

“A woman is always a burden in a career.” 

“This is why you got married thrice?” It left his mouth without Max had time to notice it. Truth is, he got tired as he grow older of the need to think about his words. What could he say what he mean to his dad? Why should he still be afraid? “Trust me, you terrible at giving relationship advices.” 

“You should watch your mouth.” Jos replied, taking a stew towards his son. For many years, Max used to step back to avoid the confrontation. Not anymore.

Instead, he took at step towards too. “You should watch yours. I won that fucking championiship, again. And you can’t even congratulate me? All you think about is the woman that want to spend her life with me? Not you, me.”

He noticed the change, again, in Jos look. It was getting darker and darker, like his anger was taking over himself and he was close to not be able to contain himself. Usually, Max was scared of the moment he would explode. There was just one change in his mind. You.

Max could accept any criticism about his career or life choices, he didn’t care. It was his life. Sometimes he might be wrong and he could deal with his dad saying that he warned him. He was still young and could deal with some mistakes.

But there was one thing he could never let Jos critcize or give his opinion on it: you.

“I won’t let you ruin your career for some stupid woman.” Jos got the time to grab his wrist. Max hated feeling like a child, all over again. Looking for his dad approval. 

Expect that this time, he didn’t want it. “Fine. It’s my career. I don’t need your opinion.” he managed to free himself and was already leaving the room. He couldn’t continue this without letting it become some shit show. No matter the situation, his family didn’t deserve it. Specially not on Christmas eve. 

“If you don’t leave her, then i’m not supporting you anymore.” 

Max stopped in the middle of the room. He heard the sound of a glass falling in the kitchen sink. He heard the sudden silence in the children’s playroom. This was the results of year of fighting for Jos seeing him as an equal, as a real driver and not a child who wants to grow older and be consider an adult. This was the results of feeling like his dad loved him.

Max was hurt. But he couldn’t fight anymore. “Fine.” he didn’t turn around, didn’t want to look at his father. It wasn’t the idea of seeing him. It was the idea of Jos seeing how bad he broke him, again. “I’ll do better without you.” 

The silence was still everywhere when Max walked to his sister to kiss her and said goodbye to his nephew. It was for the better, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fight if they asked him to stay. But Victoria knew his brother, and what he deserves was to be in a place where he felt loved. 

And there was one where he knew he would never be ignored and rejected.

When you opened the door, you imagined different scenarios. But never one where you would see Max on your doorstep. “Baby?” you asked with confusion, almost like you were sure he was real.

“I’m sorry, I should have called, I know i wasn’t invited but…” he didn’t need to continue. Because you recognized the look in his eyes. One you sadly saw before. When he argued with his dad on the circuit and you couldn’t do anything than holding him in your arms. Telling me it would get better. That he wasn’t alone.

That was the only truth Max needed. He was far from being alone.

So you offered your hand to him. “Come in baby.” you noticed the little hesitation in his look, on that sadden you. It wasn’t that Max didn’t want to come in. It was a pur fear of opening his heart to you and losing you after. It didn’t last long, because he knew deep down that you were here to stay. But you were scared that this was a kind of thought that would never leave his mind.

You gave him a small and simple kiss on the lips, a kind of silent promise that you were supporting him. It wasn’t much, but it was more than Max even asked for. He was so not used of being understood and loved, this simple attention was enough to light up his heart again.

“Sweetie, who’s th… Oh Max! What a lovely surprise!” 

You were interrupted by your dad who almost push you away to take Max in his arms. You weren’t surprised. First, because your dad was a very lovely and tactile person who couldn’t resist this type of greeting. Second, because he appreciated Max so much, he was probably the one praying every day for a wedding. Third, because he had been asking you all night why you didn’t bring him. 

But Max, on the contrary, was more than surprised by that. Was he really that happy to see him? “Come in, you’re getting cold. Did you eat? We have…” you didn’t even hear the rest of the sentence that your dad had already pulled Max to the living room. Your boyfriend just had the time to turn around and give you a curious look. To which you replied with a smile. It felt right to see him being appreciated and treated like he should.

All your family spend the night talking to him, asking questions and making him feel like he was home. That was the truth, actually: this place was also a home for him. It was yours. And your family already considered him as a part of it. There was no reason for Max to not be a full member. 

It wasn’t until you got to bed, in your bedroom, that he let his mind speak. You were laying on his chest while he was looking at the ceiling and caressing your hair. It was relaxing for both of you to stay in silence after the crazy night you had. 

“I’ve felt much more at home here in a few hours than in all my life with my dad.” Max said slowly, in a whisper.

You turned your head just enough to look at him while he was still focused on his thoughts. You were making a whole speech in your head to make him feel better. You had no idea how he felt about this. This must be such a strange situation to feel more loved by your family-in-law than your own. 

But then he put a kiss on your hair and started to smile. “Thank you.” he whispered, like he was scared to be heard by anyone else. “For finding me and for loving me.”

You could feel your heart melt at this confession. “Thank you for opening your heart to me.” you replied. 

And you stayed like that for a good minute before you made a debrief of the whole evening here. When you both fell asleep, you realised you had the greatest gift you could ever dream of. Happiness in the arms of your loved one.

[19871997]

do you have/know of any kind of natejo primer post? i am starting to be very very intrigued by them…

there is this very delightful primer that covers natejo during their halifax mooseheads era (juniors, age 16-18 [2011-13]) and their team north america era (made up team for the 2016 world cup of hockey) i would so so super recommend clicking on every link there, and as for the 2023-24 season:

nate reached out to jo about playing with him in colorado during the summer because he knew his contract with montreal was coming to an end and jo signed for league mininum to play with him

jo talking about nate in his 'get to know me' interview

jo knows where nate is knows what he likes can almost feel him on the ice. normal things to say about your center.

they walk their dogs together!

bench yappers. ignore that nate probably doesnt have a great deal of concepts about personal space.

both nate and jo achieved career highs in points playing on the same line. nate by 29 freaking points. jo also had a career high in time on ice per game !

nate has the most assists on jo's goals, and jo loves to pass to nate.

one of jo's very best games as an av where he scored the OT winner and partially helped nate extend his second to gretzky home point streak. not inherently natejo but the nhl put the full game up on youtube and its a fun background watch because the announcers r so very nice about jo yayayyyyy. okay hold on it definately used to be up on youtube as a 'fan favourite' voted in game and now its either unlisted, restricted, or entirely gone. fascinating. what a wonderful league. anway.

here's nate saying that jo is his favourite teammate ever. since 2010 nate has played with at least 280 people. he said this during his hart (league mvp as voted by the writers' association) and ted lindsay (league mvp as voted by the players' association) award interview. also couldnt find it for the life of me but im certain there's an interview where jo says he wants to play with nate for ten more years. EDIT: here is the article, found by the lovely @mi-kko-ran-tanen it is also a bit of a natejo primer very very good would encourage a read

24-25 season:

jo resigned for another year ! turned down money again for 'loyalty and happiness'

they actually might have seperation anxiety

jo is going to be point per game this season i believe it with my whole heart.

r-ing into the rpf:

nate's start in the league was . well. the avs were very very bad for quite sometime, bottomed out nearly historically after the 2016-17 season (season directly after team north america and the world cup of hockey) and i think this is around the time nate locked in so to speak. this spittin chiclets interview from 2019 is pretty good (dont let the spittin chiclets part put u off 🙏), he talks about worrying about being a bust, about his expectations and also just the way he talks back then and what he's achieved in the five years since oh nate u have no idea whats in store for u ☹️

jo's time in the nhl has been tumultuous to say the least.

mid way into the 2022-23 season he held the record for most points without a goal by a forward in a single season. (he ended the season 2-27-29, scoring a goal in his 46th game) teammate and close friend josh anderson was quite sweet about it all

there's a lot of talk about jo being a draft bust, there's also a lot of talk about his development being screwed from the get go (sent back down to juniors for the 2013-14 season despite having won the calder cup the uear prior because if a player is juniors eligable they cant play in the minors or smth like that), he was also injured a lot, the habs under bergevin not being great at player development, and in tampa and montreal there was an expectation on him to be an offensive powerhouse that he just wasnt unfortunately due to injuries and mental health issues. they also tried to develop him at center.

it is absolutely not the best metric to measure 'draft bustness', but sorting the 2013 draft by games played and total points, jo is top 20 for games played and top 15 for total points

an espn redraft from march of 2023 has him still in the first round but much lower

absolutely crushing thank u greg

jo was actually injured so much holy shit bro has never played a full season. the closest he got was 81 games in 18-19

apparently there was some buzz about a drouin-iginla trade in 2015 between tampa and colorado??? what couldve been damn

ALL THIS TO SAY nate believed in him and jo believed in nate and it paid off so freaking hard last season and jo has his love for hockey back and nate had his career best personal season next to him and they are it if u think about it

f-ing into the rpf:

i know you didnt ask but i would be remiss if i didnt share these, they're currently what i would say is quintessential natejo reading

I don't believe in soulmates (but nobody saw me like you) by shade_of_blue (@shade-of-drou) (M, 6k) soulmates au where jo realises dewey has soulbond sickness

those who favor fire by bruinss (@droumack) (M, 14k) absoloutely crushing magical realism fic where jo's heart freezes the more he falls in love. it is actually unfathomable how much nate loves him, and how much nate loves jo

got my finger on her trigger by creamsicle_melt (@creamsiclemelt) (E, 6k) lesbian natejo nate fucks jo within an inch of her life absolutely fantastic peice of literature.

you'd have to stop the world by bladeless_knife (@mi-kko-ran-tanen) (M, 12k) nate is stuck in a timeloop watching jo get hurt no matter what he does. genuinely incredible theyre so so very much natejo here and also very nate and very jo

Gather by plethoriall (@plethoriall) (E, 4k) once again, another fic where theyre so very natejo. like that interview linked in the very first bullet point? those guys ("yeah we're dumb and dumber") def did this. a delightful study in what if our codependant homoerotic teenage friendship turned into a regular healthy adult friendship except every time you touch me i remember how we used to jerk eachother off which (thankfully for everyone inolved) turned into Yay sex and also i love you. instead of turning toxic.

all very very very good writers i would highly highly suggest checking out their other works as well + commenting and kudoing

[f1letters]

lavender haze | mv1

"I been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully"

summary: after winning his second championship in another controversial way, max needed her by his side more than ever as the media tried to tear him apart

warning: a little bit of angst for Max, but overall fluff for the couple, swearing, suggestive language, mentions of the championship-deciding races of Abu Dhabi GP 2021 and Japan GP 2022 from Max's point of view, mentions of scrutiny from the media, Jos Verstappen lol

pairing: max verstappen x reader

word count: 2.8k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. also, I would like to point out that I didn't write this as a personal opinion/critique of Ted or anyone involved in the whole Sky Sports scandal (which is why I didn't use his name or his exact words in the story and why I only used the controversy as a reference/inspiration very loosely), but rather wrote about what I imagine were the thoughts/feelings of people on Max's side (himself, the Red Bull team, Jos, etc), regarding this matter.

dutch words used: schatje = baby; liefje = honey

and we are back! once again, thank you all for being so understanding about me skipping last weekend 💜 I hope you enjoy this little story, as always!

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Meet me at midnight

Ever since he was just a little boy, all Max dreamed of was being a Formula 1 champion.

To have his name written in the history books. To have his legacy immortalized in the records for eternity.

From then, Max spent all of his hours, days, weeks, months and years preparing for it. He gave all of his blood, sweat and tears for it.

For that exact moment: when he stood right there in Japan, tall and proud, with his trophy in hand, after being announced World Champion for the 2nd time.

Lying in bed that night, staring at the ceiling next to his girlfriend, the driver could still feel the euphoria coursing through his veins.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be in that position. 

He had everything he could ever want: his biggest dream came true twice, he had a successful career that so many envied, and most of all, he had the best person in the world by his side.

At the end of the day, it didn't matter all the money, the victories, the parties, the luxury if he couldn't have her there in his arms.

Y/N was everything to him, and he knew that the championship victory was as much hers as his.

Max let his hand run through the shiny strands of his partner's hair, the warm skin of their bodies pressed together, while Y/N drew random figures with her soft fingers across the man's toned chest.

The couple remained in each other's arms, not saying too much, both still over the moon and completely in awe from the unforgettable day they just had.

"I'm so proud of you, my love." Y/N broke the silence installed in the hotel room, whispering her words. "You can't imagine how happy I am for you."

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don't ever say too much

And you don't really read into

My melancholia

Max half smirked with his eyes half closed as sleep began to creep in.

With his eyes locked on the girl before him, the boy tucked the hair that covered her face behind her ear and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just living in the moment, letting her words sink in, appreciating what life had given him.

"Thanks, schatje. For everything." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm completely crazy about you, you know that?"

Y/N laughed shyly, moving her body even closer to her boyfriend's, laying down on his chest. "Stop, Max! You know I get all embarrassed when you start saying stuff like that."

"You stop! I'm just telling the truth!" Their laughter filled the room in pure harmony. Max stopped, returning to his moment of gratitude. "I just love you. So much, Y/N. This is all thanks to you."

"This is all thanks to your talent, baby." The young woman rested her cheek against the driver's bare shoulder. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Y/N knew that Max would immediately understand what she was trying to say.

The girl couldn't help but fear that the Dutchman would let all the scrutiny behind yet another championship win bring him down.

Max had a whole facade around him. Max appeared to be confident, poised, collected, unfazed by all adversity, and sometimes even self-centred and arrogant because of his posture on the track. 

But deep down, Max was nothing but a fragile little boy, still trying to seek his father's approval.

Max was obsessed with perfection. Everything he had to do had to be absolutely spot on: every corner had to be perfectly executed, his car had to be at its best at all times, any position other than the first one was simply not good enough.

Knowing him better than anyone, Y/N knew how to handle him beautifully and knew that in the back of Max's mind, the fact that this was yet another victory tainted by controversy was tormenting him, even if he tried to hide it.

I've been under scrutiny

You handle it beautifully

All this shit is new to me

Both of them could only imagine all the headlines, the comments, the criticism. All because of a loophole that was never under the driver's control.

"Don't worry about me." Max answered the unspoken question the girl posed. "I don't give a damn what people say."

The harsh words that came out of his mouth seemed to be an attempt to convince himself more than her. They both knew that.

It had been almost a year since the boy had been named champion for the first time and yet to that day he still suffered attacks due to something that (once again) was not in his power to change.

Y/N didn't push, knowing the argument was going nowhere, and instead chose to joke with her boyfriend to lighten the mood. "Well, I don't know if you know this... but you look so much hotter as a two-time world champion."

Happiness filled Max's chest as he chuckled, turning their position so that his body was on top of hers. His lips roamed over her neck, leaving soft kisses and nibbles along the way, until he strayed away to deposit an intense and passionate kiss on her mouth.

His head lifted slightly, creating enough distance between them for him to speak, though their lips were still touching. "What if I showed again how it feels like to fuck a two-time world champion, hmm?"

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Two weeks passed until the next race, the couple trapped in their lavender haze.

The Texas sun cut through the clouds in the sky and reflected warmly on the girl's skin as she entered the circuit, side by side with Carola.

Both friends over the last few years since they met in the Red Bull garage through their partners, the young women understood each other perfectly: both were reserved, with no great desire for attention on them, just there to support their lovers.

As always, a peaceful and relaxed conversation was taking place between the two, as they strolled around the paddock with smiles on their faces. 

Carola told Y/N all about the latest incident at the Perez house, with the small sibling clashes between Checo Jr. and Carlota, and the other girl just laughed. She knew how happy those children made her friend and she couldn't wish anything else for Carola.

Suddenly the mood around them seemed to change. 

The environment that before was serene, relaxed, and enthusiastic now gave off a heavy, tense, nervous energy.

Y/N started looking into the faces of the people they passed for answers, aware that they were looking at her. What the fuck is going on, she thought to herself.

Carola sensed the discomfort on her friend, placing a concerned hand on the girl's shoulder. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Well, I'd like to know the answer to that question too," Y/N confessed without too much thought. "I don't know, honestly. I have a feeling something is wrong."

"Maybe it's nothing," The Mexican tried to calm her down, running her hand up and down along her friend's forearm, although she was aware of the gazes in their direction too. "We're almost at the garage and we'll clear everything up."

Walking through the navy blue walls, the tension only intensified in the air. 

The faces of the team members showed worry and nervousness, and the PR team rushing back and forth relentlessly was a sign that something had gone wrong during the drivers' media duties following their practice session.

Knowing Max like the back of her hand... Y/N knew it was him.

All they keep asking me

Is if I'm gonna be your bride

The only kind of girl they see

Is a one-night or a wife

"Hey, where's Max?" Y/N asked her father-in-law, Jos, who wore an angry look on his face. Although their relationship was distant, she knew that if anyone was aware of everything that was going on in her boyfriend's career, it was his father.

"Would also like to know." The man replied dryly, running a hand impatiently through his hair. "He just walked out of here like a fucking coward, and left the others here to sort out his shit."

Y/N swallowed hard, knowing it wasn't worth wasting time trying to defend Max as all the words she would say would go in one ear and out the other. "What happened?"

"That shitty reporter, that's what happened." The older Verstappen replied, raising his tone. "That bastard had the nerve to say on live TV that Max didn't deserve any of his titles, and he panicked like a pussy. I didn't raise him like that - I raised him to be a man, not a little boy."

Without a second thought, Y/N turned her back on the man and grabbed her phone, trying to call her partner, only for her call to go to voicemail.

Unconsciously, the girl opened her Instagram and immediately came across the reporter's now-viral video.

"He doesn't seem to be capable of winning a championship without some sort of scandal. First, Hamilton was obviously ripped off in Abu Dhabi; now, they award full points in a race that wasn't even half finished because of some apparent 'loophole'?! Favouritism at its best."

All of a sudden, the air seemed to have difficulty getting into the girl's lungs, the temperature seemed to have risen dramatically, and Y/N started to feel dizzy as the media started to bring up Max's history.

Max, where are you, she asked herself, begging for a sign of his presence.

I find it dizzying

They're bringing up my history

But you aren't even listening

Y/N looked everywhere: in the garage, in his driver's room, in all the different rooms in the motorhome, in the back of the building, in the cafeteria, everywhere. 

She was starting to run out of options, but she knew he had to be around somewhere since his exit from the circuit would not be discreet at all, quite the contrary.

If I were Max where would I hide from the world, she reflected, desperate to be reunited with her boyfriend. Of course! In the place where everyone least expected to find him.

With a hurried step and depositing complete confidence in this last and risky idea, Y/N set off on her way until she came face to face with the red walls, embellished with the Prancing Horse symbol.

Deviating towards the back of the Ferrari building, Y/N felt her heart return to its normal rhythm when she set her eyes on the image of his lover.

There he was, sitting on the grass, with his vision pointed to the sky, so small and so fragile that no one else would be able to see him hiding there.

The girl slowly approached the driver, almost afraid to startle him, until he eventually noticed her presence when she was only a few inches away from him. His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sight of his girlfriend, and a small, forced smile appeared on his face.

"Of course you found me," Max whispered, placing his hand on the girl's thigh, who was now sitting on the grass next to him. "I guess you already know what happened."

Y/N laid her head on his shoulder, hugging his strong arm. "Yeah, I saw it... I'm sorry Max, you don't deserve this."

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

That lavender haze

"I don't really care," Max spoke, shaking his head. "Let them say what they want. It doesn't matter to me."

"Baby…" The young woman knew that he was doing what he always did: bottling it up inside, hiding his feelings, just like he was taught to do his whole life.

"Liefje, don't worry. I'm fine, I promise."

"Max, stop doing this." Y/N touched his face, forcing him to look at her with his noticeably teary eyes.

"Y/N-"

"Max, please." The girl begged. "You don't have to pretend to be strong with me. You can be honest; you can scream, cry, freak out, you name it, and I'll always be here to listen."

The Dutchman took a deep breath in acceptance, leaning his head back against the red wall. "I'm just tired, you know? I try and try to do my best at all times and it's never enough. Not for the media, not for my dad, or-"

"For me, it's more than enough." The girlfriend interrupted. "And it should be enough for you too. You shouldn't care what others say… Especially your father." She teased, forcing a laugh out of Max's mouth.

The boy contemplated her words for a few seconds, placing a kiss on her temple. "I love you, you're the best."

"I know," She replied, bumping his shoulder playfully. "But I'm serious, Max. No one should have enough power over you that they can make you feel inferior, or less than you are. You are Max fucking Verstappen, two-time Formula 1 world champion. And so much more to come, I don't doubt it for a second."

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

The girl jumped to her feet, waking the driver from his own thoughts, and reached out to him with both her hands to help him get up on his feet too. "Come on, champ! Enough sulking here and let's face the world with our heads held high, shall we?"

Much calmer after getting it off his chest, Max looked at her with eyes shining with pride and, accepting her help, he got up. Instantly, his arms found their place around her waist, as did his lips on hers.

The couple shared a calm kiss, enjoying their moment of peace in the midst of such a chaotic situation.

"Thanks, schatje." Max said, returning his mouth to hers seconds later. "I can never thank you enough for everything you've done and do for me every day."

"I would do anything for you, baby." Y/N smiled wide, the dimples in her cheeks becoming noticeable. "Anything."

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

On their way to the Red Bull garage, the two reappeared in the paddock, hand in hand, eyes only on each other.

With them, dozens of photographers and journalists emerged from the shadows, hunting the Dutchman for his comments and trying to get controversial headlines for their next articles.

But from Max, they only managed to take away the magical smile he had stamped on his face while talking to his girlfriend.

It was almost as if nothing had happened to him, such was the confident and determined posture the driver now assumed.

There was nothing like a good dose of love to make someone feel on top of the world, and Max was living proof of that in front of all those prying eyes.

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

That lavender haze

I just wanna stay

The world could crumble around them and they would still manage to stay on their feet.

They were a team. They had the perfect balance between them, the strength to face any obstacle together. Like two separate souls born to be reunited, in this life and all lives to come. Born to be on their lavender haze forever.

"Just you and me, liefje." Max whispered so only she could hear over the screams and camera flashes.

Y/N pulled him by the arm closer to her body in search of the comfort he conveyed to her every time, and smiled discreetly at him.

"You and me against the world, my love."

I just wanna stay

In that lavender haze

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[bisexuallsokka]

jo. bestie. hi. i’m holding your hands and asking u to please if u want deal us all permanent psychic damage with “you’re just as beautiful as the day i lost you” (the httyd divorced zukka agenda has to continue and nobody can do it as well as u <3)

Sokka had spent the entire journey to the Fire Nation imagining himself being so overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of Zuko that, decorum be damned, he would run into his arms as soon as they made eye contact.

The sting of disappointment he felt when he realized that Zuko wasn't even there to greet him and Katara was enough to extinguish most of the excitement he had felt and make him second-guess everything about this trip. It was odd enough that after over a decade of being broken up they had rekindled their relationship over letters, what would it be like when they saw each other in person for the first time in years? Did they only know how to be in love again in theory? Was Zuko truly ready to leave the throne and his home in a few months and start a life with Sokka?

He's hiding out on some balcony that the two of them frequented in his Ambassador days, and he jumps when he hears the door open behind him. It's probably Katara telling him to stop moping, and he's about to tell her that he just needs a minute when he sees Zuko there, giving him a tentative smile.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," Sokka says, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

"Sorry about," Zuko gestures, and Sokka knows what he means.

"I get it. You're a busy guy," Sokka says.

That makes Zuko frown, and he walks over and takes a seat on the bench next to him. "Not too busy for you," he says. Which, historically, is kind of a lie, but Sokka appreciates the sentiment all the same. Especially since soon, they won't have to worry about the Fire Lord nonsense ever again.

Zuko seems to be thinking the same thing. "For what it's worth, it wasn't 'official business' keeping me away again," he clarifies. "Izumi was getting a little overwhelmed with everything going on to get ready for the party, and I spent longer in the garden with her than I realized. She's with Uncle, now."

Sokka softens at that, his doubts slowly starting to fade away. "That's understandable."

"Thanks for coming all the way here," Zuko says quickly. "It means a lot and it...it's really good to see you."

The sincerity in his tone is a little overwhelming. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Sokka says, despite having missed the last ten or so of Zuko's birthday celebrations.

It makes Zuko smile, though, which Sokka relaxes at the sight of.

"You look good," Sokka says, smiling back.

"You look..." Zuko trails off, a strange expression on his face as he just keeps staring at Sokka.

"What?" Sokka asks suspiciously. "Is there something on my face?"

"You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you," Zuko says, so softly Sokka might have missed it had he not been hanging onto every word from those lips.

"I..." Sokka says, feeling speechless for once as heat rises in his cheeks. "That's...great, thank you."

As soon as the words leave his mouth he groans, putting his head in his hands as Zuko laughs loudly at him.

"You can't just say things like that," Sokka complains, even if he can't stop smiling.

"I can and I will, especially if that is the kind of reaction I can expect," Zuko teases. Sokka looks over at him and feels his cheeks flushing again at the soft look on Zuko's face.

Sokka takes a shaky breath, calling upon every ounce of bravery he's ever possessed to help him reach for Zuko's hand. "Twelve years?" he asks, giving it a squeeze.

"Twelve years," Zuko confirms, squeezing back. “It’s not that I haven’t seen you that whole time. I just…never let myself really look.”

Sokka nods. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

Zuko raises his eyebrow. "I've started packing."

Sokka rolls his eyes and shoves Zuko's shoulder with his own. "Oh, so romantic, run away with me just because you're already packing."

Zuko laughs again, and Sokka feels lightheaded. He's not going to get used to constantly hearing that sound anytime soon.

“I've had all this time to think about it, and my answer is still the same," Zuko tells him seriously. "This is best for the Fire Nation, best for us. Are you sure, though? Six year olds are pretty crazy.”

“Raising a kid with you?" Sokka asks. "That's all I've ever wanted. Craziness and all."

The way Zuko looks at Sokka erases any of the doubts, the questions, the worries Sokka had about this. About them. After the years of heartbreak and separation, Sokka knows that's behind them, and the future looks much brighter.

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Tension/ 2

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 6.8k

Includes- Little bit of angst, brief dom Jongho, dirty talk, rough blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Two weeks later

J POV

"What?", I gape at him

"It's not working out with us so I think it's best that we end things", Hongjoong repeats

"How is it not working? We're together all the time and-"

"And I'm not who you want"

I stare at him in shock

How the hell does he think he knows what I want?

"Excuse me?", I shriek

He sighs, "C'mon Jo, don't pretend. I know who you want. Who you love"

"Oh yeah? Well maybe you can clue me in because I have no idea what you're talking about"

He sighs dramatically again, "Jongho. You love Jongho"

"Are you insane?", I shout in shock

He has to be insane

I do not love Jongho

I mean yeah I haven't been able to stop thinking about him but that's because we fucked

Because Hongjoong insisted on it

"Jo stop denying it ok? I knew you loved him even before you two slept together"

"Well this is news to me", I growl

"Of course it is. You weren't paying attention to your own feelings"

"Hongjoong-"

"No just listen ok", he insists, "When we got together, I felt the tension between you and him. Tension that was never there before. I saw the looks he gave you, ones he didn't even know he was giving you. And ones you reciprocated but didn't realize that you were giving"

"What looks?"

"Longing looks. Like you both just wanted to be near each other. Like you wanted each other"

"I did n-"

"Yes you did. God, both of you are so similar it's insane. I bet he would be fighting me just as hard as you are if I told him this"

Because it's ridiculous

It is...

"And ever since you two slept together, you've been distant and in your own head. I know you're thinking about him"

Fuck

I knew he'd notice something was off

I don't want to hurt Hongjoong, he's been an amazing boyfriend

"Joong-"

"It's ok Jo. Like I said, I knew you two were in love"

I scoff, "No"

Now he glares at me, "Fine. Then you wouldn't mind if I introduced Jongho to a girl on idol radio who has a massive crush on him"

I swallow hard

What girl?

Someone has a crush on Jongho?

"There's someone who likes him?", I ask

He nods, "Yeah. She keeps asking me to introduce her and him and I keep putting it off. Because I thought you loved him. But if not then I'll bring him next time I go to idol radio and get him a date with her"

I feel a panicky feeling inside me but I don't know why

Jongho has gone on dates before and it's never bothered me

So why am I feeling like this now?

"Yeah sure. If he wants to date her, I'll support him", I get out

"Oh bullshit!", Hongjoong exclaims, "You don't even know how much you're giving away. Your face paled and dropped the second I mentioned the girl. You started fiddling with your fingers when I said I'd get him a date. Your whole demeanor changed. Just stop fighting it and feel it"

"I...I can't", I whisper

"Why not?"

"Because he's my best friend! What...what if it doesn't work? What if we get together and break up? Then I not only lose my boyfriend but my best friend. The one person I can tell anything to. He'll be gone and I can't handle that"

I need Jongho

He's my rock, I can't imagine life without him

Hongjoong gets up from his spot on his couch and comes to me, hugging me

"It's ok Jo. He loves you too. I know you're scared but you're only thinking of the bad. What about the good? You get to be with your best friend. The one who knows you through and through. And honestly I can't see you two breaking up. Getting married and having babies yeah but not break up"

I laugh a little at that before the crippling fear comes back

"I can't lose him Joong"

"You won't", he assures me, "That man is so in love he doesn't even realize how much. He'll never hurt you. You'll be his princess and he will protect you, do anything for you. You literally have nothing to lose and everything to gain"

I know Hongjoong is right about this part at least

Jongho won't hurt me

He's always protected me and I know he'll continue to do it

It's just so much change and change is scary

"Jo, do you love him?"

I take a breath and nod, allowing the feelings to come to the surface, "Yeah. I love him"

"Then go get that idiot"

We burst out laughing

"I mean it. He's at the dorm. You should just go talk to him. Although I think you should talk to him at your apartment in case Wooyoung decides to be a pain in the ass"

Hongjoong is right

I should talk to Jongho

I can't make Hongjoong stay with me and it's not fair to him to be with him when Jongho is who I want

It's just so weird that my boyfriend is helping me get my next boyfriend

And come to think of it-

"That night, you-"

"Planned it, yeah", he smirks

"You sneak!", I exclaim

"Oh please", he snorts, "I knew you two loved each other. The guys knew. We were all getting tired of the tension and the longing looks. And I knew the two of you would never realize your feelings for each other if you weren't together. So I arranged for your little time together, hoping you'd see it's him you want. I didn't think it'd take this long and me having to dump you to admit it"

"Well your plan worked on my side anyway", I mumble, "You didn't stay to watch any of it like you said you would?"

He shakes his head, "I actually had work to do here and just like I knew it would happen, the second you guys kissed, you were all over each other and in your own world. I left pretty much while you two were still dressed"

Oh my god, so embarrassing

But I know what Hongjoong means

When I kissed Jongho, I don't know, I just fell into him and there was nothing but him

And I can't help but wonder if Hongjoong is hurt over any of this

He knew his girlfriend loved someone else

Didn't that bother him?

"Joongie, I'm sorry-"

"Oh no you don't", he interrupts, "You're not apologizing for anything. I'm fine"

"But if it bothered you-"

"No", he assures me, "Look Jo, I liked you ok. It's why I asked you out. But when I realized how you and Jongho really felt for each other, I immediately wanted you to be with the person you loved. We aren't in love, it hasn't progressed anywhere near that and I would never keep two people who are obviously made for each other apart"

Made for each other?

He has a lot of faith that he's right which is kinda comforting

"Besides, I like playing matchmaker. And it was so fun making it awkward and embarrassing the shit out of the two of you"

I glare at him, "Glad you got a kick out of it"

"Oh I did"

Yeah great

It was embarrassing to look at my best friend and realize I wanted to fuck him

That I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted to suck his dick, I wanted his cock inside me

I wanted his lips against mine

Fucking embarrassing

And then the guilt of not only fucking him but spending all night in his arms and loving every second

The feeling of being so safe and secure haunts me and all I want is to have his arms around me again

I felt like such a terrible girlfriend but at least I didn't hurt Hongjoong

"Stop stalling and call him", Hongjoong demands, breaking me out of my thoughts

"I'm not-"

"You are. Just do it. You won't regret it", he assures me, "I have work to do so scram and spend time with your boyfriend"

Odd statement considering I came to his studio to spend time with him

"Yeah ok", I relent, standing up, "Thanks Joongie"

"You're welcome", he smiles

With that I leave his studio, texting Jongho to come to my apartment to hang out and talk

---------------------------

"So what do you have to talk to me about?", Jongho asks

He came into my living room less than two minutes ago, plopped on the couch and apparently wants to talk right this second

He looks tense, his hands clasped and squeezing together in front of him

And even looking like that, I'm so attracted to him

Especially in his black T-shirt, his leather jacket, jeans and his purple hair framing his face

He's so hot

But what's more, I feel the love for him and I'm amazed that I was so stupid and blind to it

Here goes nothing

"Uh Hongjoong and I broke up", I say

His eyes widen, "What? Why? Did he hurt you? I'll kill him"

"No he didn't hurt me", I start

"I told him not to fuck with you. I told him he needed to be serious if he wanted to ask you out, be sure it's what he wanted. I told him not to play with your feelings. He's dead", he growls, a scowl on his face

Wow ok, so not the reaction I was expecting

He's really pissed off

Jongho rarely gets angry

I've seen him annoyed, sarcastic but only a handful of times have I seen him actually angry

"Why did he break up with you?", he demands

"Jongho, relax ok? I'm fine. He's fine. It's actually a good thing"

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, "How is a break up a good thing?"

"Well, the reason he did it is the good thing"

"Ok", he answers, "So what is the reason. You still didn't answer me that"

Yeah cuz he immediately got angry and threatened to kill Hongjoong

"He broke up with me because....because....", I trail off

This is harder than I thought

Saying this out loud, to him will change everything

I'm risking so much and it could blow up in my face

"Because why Jo?", he prompts

"Because...of my feelings", I say quietly, "for...you"

His mouth drops, whispering, "What?"

I just want to get this over with

"Hongjoong knows uh...I'm in love with you and he let me go so I could be with you", I say, my face so red, "If that's uh...what you want"

He doesn't say anything, just staring at me in surprise

I look away from him, my face heating up even more

He's not responding

Maybe Hongjoong was wrong and he doesn't feel like that for me

Or maybe he just doesn't want to be with me

It could of just been sex

Really good sex

Or maybe-

His hand gently turns my face to his, his soft lips against mine in a kiss full of love

I melt into him, his arms around me, moving mine around his neck, holding on as we kiss each other

The same feeling of everything falling away until there's just Jongho enveloping me is back

The feeling that everything is ok, that I'm safe, protected as long as I'm with him

My head spins, butterflies going crazy in my stomach, my world tilting as his soft lips, his tongue continue to press against mine

"I love you", he whispers, after the kiss ends, his brown eyes gazing into mine, "Fuck, I love you so much it's fucking ridiculous"

I smile at him, happiness filling me

"I don't know...how I didn't see it until we...how I could be that dumb...but fuck I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you. Can't stop loving you"

"Don't stop Jonghie. I won't stop loving you either", I promise

He nods, "Yeah jagi. I won't stop. I promise"

"I love you Jongho"

"Fuck baby, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that", he smiles, "I love you"

Pulling him to me, his lips meet mine, kissing me passionately as fireworks go off in my vision

Yeah, it's him

I never felt this way from a kiss and the first time I kissed him, I was too dumb to realize it was because of him

I thought I was just horny but no

It's because of him

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his lap and I go willingly, straddling him

Putting my hands against his chest, I slide them up, feeling his hard muscles under his shirt as his tongue plays with mine

My hands keep going, moving around his neck, fingers playing with the back of his purple hair

Moving my kisses to his jaw, I kiss along it, pulling his head back

He moans so prettily as my lips hit his neck, pressing kiss after kiss

I get to the beauty mark on his neck and I lavish kisses there because it's one of my favorite spots on him

As I kiss his neck, I pull his shirt up, moving from his neck for the millisecond it takes to get his shirt off then I'm immediately back to kissing him

"Fuck jagi", he whimpers, "You're kisses feel so fucking good"

I'm glad

He feels so good and I'm glad I can make him feel good

As I kiss his chest, I undo his belt, getting his jeans open

His big hands move to my pants, pulling them and my underwear down as far as it can go

Moving off him, I pull my bottom clothes off, then tug on his

He lifts himself so I can pull his pants and boxers down

He kicks his sneakers and bottom clothes off, then I push him back against the back of the couch, kissing his hard abs

I don't care about abs and honestly I don't care if he keeps them or not

But since he has them, I'm gonna show them some love because yeah, it's hot

I lick his muscles before kissing, leaving a sloppy mess on him

"Baby", he groans, his hands tugging on my shirt, pulling it up

He takes my shirt off, my bra following and I continue my kisses, making my way down his body

I kiss his thick thighs, then press more kisses to his thick cock, his moans so pretty as his hand moves in my hair, holding on

I don't fucking know what it is but fuck I want his cock in my mouth all the goddamn time

Over these last few weeks I have fantasized about fucking him again but the majority of fantasies have been of sucking his cock

I've given blow jobs before but I've never loved doing it, not like I loved doing it to him

I drag my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, loving the way his skin feels, loving how hard he feels under my tongue

He whimpers as I lick him, over and over

"Baby", he whines

"Mm baby", I murmur, swirling my tongue around his fat head, "You're gonna have to get used to blow jobs baby. I'm gonna fucking suck your cock every fucking day"

"Fuck jagi", he breathes, his thighs trembling as my tongue rolls over his slit, tasting the cum pooling there

So good

"Your cock is so good for sucking Jonghie", I tell him, sucking on his head once, "And I don't know what it is but I want your cock in my mouth. Like all the time. I thought about it so much since the first time I blew you"

"Fuck baby", he moans, "I can't get the image of you on your knees, sucking my dick out of my head"

I smirk at him, "Good baby. So you're gonna let me suck your cock everyday then?"

He nods rapidly, "Yeah but..."

"But what baby?", I ask, sucking on him again

"Can I eat your pussy everyday too?"

I stop, looking up at him in surprise

"Uh what?"

His cheeks turn pink as he says, "Well...uh....I...I loved eating your cunt way too much and I wanted my face in between your legs ever since that day. So if you blow me every day, can I eat you out everyday?"

I'm honestly shocked that he liked it that much

But who am I to say no when he's saying yes to me

"Yeah baby. You can"

He actually smiles, nodding, "Ok"

I'm speechless but luckily I don't have to talk while bobbing on his cock

Taking half of him right off the bat, I suck hard around his length, jerking him off at the same time, his moans so pretty

Just the feel of his thickness stretching out my mouth is turning me on so much as well as how fucking stiff he is

It's so easy to suck his cock, like he's a massive lollipop

Sliding up to his head, I swirl my tongue around it, sucking now and again, my hand not stopping it's movements

I look up, watching him watch me, so much pleasure in his gorgeous face

It hits me so hard that this beautiful, amazing man is mine and he loves me as much as I love him

He bites his lip, his fingers softly moving into my hair as I lick his slit, tasting his cum

Yummy

Taking him in my mouth again, slowly slide all the way down his length, holding eye contact as I bottom him out, his cock in my throat

My eyes fill with tears, his huge cock filling my mouth entirely, his shaft so fucking hard

Fuck, I love it

Swallowing on his cock makes him moan loudly, then I start bobbing my head up and down his long length

The drag of his cock pulling out from my throat sends shivers up my spine, the feeling so good

I take him back in hard, his cock barreling into my throat, making me choke, spit everywhere

"Oh fuck", he groans at my choking

I slide up and down his cock hard and fast, loving the feeling of choking around him

I don't know what it is, if it's a breath play thing but I love choking on dick

I did with Hongjoong too and I especially love it with Jongho

Moving down his shaft, I stay on him, gagging and choking, tears and spit all over the place

"Oh my god baby", he cries, "So good baby. Fuck. How are you so good at blowing jobs?"

Because I fucking love sucking his dick

I can't answer as I'm too busy blowing him, sucking on his big cock as he's buried in my mouth

His cock throbs hard and I'm so excited to taste his cum

"Jjj..jagi", he moans, pulling my head back, sliding me almost off his cock

"Nnnn", I moan, trying to stay on him, still sucking on him

"Baby sss...stop. I'm..I'm..", he whimpers, pulling me off

"No baby", I whine, "No, want your cock"

"I don't...I don't know if I can get hard again", he breathes

"I don't care!", I tell him, his eyes widening in surprise, "Please baby, I wanna taste your cum so badly. Please. You stopped me last time, don't stop me again"

His breath hitches, "You ..you want-"

"You to cum down my throat", I whine, "Fuck Jonghie, I want you fuck my throat. Hold me down on your coming cock, force me to swallow all your cum"

"I...I ..", he mumbles

"I wanna be your cum slut but I can't if you don't cum in my mouth"

I know it's weird for me to beg for his cum but I want it and if begging gets me what I want, I'll do it

"Please baby. Use my mouth to cum in"

Fire flashes in his eyes, lust all over his face

"Open your fucking mouth", he growls

God, his voices makes me so fucking wet

I eagerly open my mouth and his hand in my hair grips harder, shoving my face down

His other hand guides his cock in my mouth, then he slams my head down, his cock barreling in my throat

Tears spring to my eyes but I fucking love it

His other hands go in my hair as well, pulling me up his cock then shoving me down again

And again and again

And I'm in fucking heaven

"Fuck, this mouth is amazing", he grunts as he moves me along his length, "Tight tiny throat that I can fuck open. Just like your tight pussy"

He slides my head halfway up his cock and holds me there, his hips thrusting up, fucking into my throat at the speed of light

"Mmm", I whine, choking on his cock from how hard he's bottoming out

"Look at you, choking on my cock and loving it like a huge fucking slut", he growls, "My slut"

I like that

His slut

"Look at me", he demands and I do through watery eyes, his movements stopping, "You my slut?"

I nod, moaning so loudly

"Good girl", he grunts, resuming his pleasurable assault on my throat

He fucks so hard and fast and I can't wait for him to fuck my pussy like this

Just destroy me on his cock

In every way possible

My jaw aches deliciously, spit flying everywhere, so many tears in my eyes I can't open them

My head is full of cotton, blissfully empty as he uses me like a fuck toy

His cock throbs so fucking hard as he groans, "I'm gonna cum"

He slams up, making me choke as he holds me on his shaft, pumping cum down my throat

"Swallow now", he commands, his body shaking under me

I swallow hard around him, his moans of pleasure so pretty

"Good girl. Keep swallowing", he praises, "This is what you wanted. My cum in your mouth. Don't let any go to waste"

I don't, swallowing and choking over and over as he holds me on his cock, loving the way he tastes

So fucking good

He cums so much and it's so thick going down my throat

I fucking love it and I don't care if anyone thinks I'm a whore

I'll gladly be a whore for my boyfriend

When he finishes, he lets me go and I pull off him, sitting back on my legs as I breath in, swallow more and wipe my eyes

I'm a fucking mess

It's great

"Jagi are you ok?", he asks worriedly, "I...I didn't mean to go that hard. I...I just lost control"

"That's...that's what I wanted", I rasp, then cough, clearing my throat

"Baby", he says softly, his arms around me, pulling me into his lap, "I'm-"

"Do not apologize", I cut him off

"But-"

"No", I say firmly even with my voice cracking, cupping his face, his eyes on mine, "This was what I wanted. I wanted you to be rough. I wanted you to lose control. I wanted you to cum hard and make me swallow all of it"

"You...you did?"

I nod, my cheeks blushing, "Baby, I like when you manhandle me, when you take over and make me your whore. What just happened....I loved it. It turned me on so much"

"Yeah", he asks shyly

I take his hand and move it to my pussy so he can feel it

His eyes widen, looking down, "You're fucking soaked baby. It's all over your legs. You...you got this wet from sucking my cock?"

I nod, "You make me this wet Jonghie. I've never been this wet before. And it only happens with you"

"With me?", he repeats, surprised

"Yeah baby. Last time too"

"Fuck jagi", he murmurs, "I just...I don't want to hurt you"

"You won't", I assure him, "I trust you"

I do, completely

I know he would never hurt me, especially on purpose and I know if anything does hurt, he'll stop right away

"I trust you too Jo", he says, his eyes flitting to mine

I smile, running my fingers on his face, the love for him burning bright

He's my everything

He pulls me closer, his mouth slotted against mine, tongue playing with mine, kissing me silly

He stands, picking me up, carrying me to my room

Once inside, he gets to my bed, sitting on it, keeping me in his lap, his hands slowly moving up my back, tangling in my hair

I move my own fingers in his hair, pushing it off his forehead as we kiss

He pulls my hair slightly, tilting my head back, his mouth pressing kisses all over my neck

"Mmm Jonghie", I moan, his kisses so fucking good

His lips travel down, one hand moving around my boob, lifting it, his mouth around my nipple, sucking softly

"Jongho", I moan, my pussy getting even wetter at the pleasure

I tug his hair softly as he sucks, gently running my hair through it, scratching his head lightly

"Mmm", he moans, switching to my other nipple, his tongue licking between sucks, shivers running up my spine

Her pulls away after a few minutes, his eyes on me as he lays down

His hands grip my hips, lifting me up easily, his strength such a turn on

He puts me over his face, his head lifting as his tongue licks up my pussy slowly

"Ffffuuucccckkk", I groan, pleasure running through me

His hands move to my ass, gripping hard, his tongue moving faster, ravaging my pussy

"Jongho", I moan, "Fuck baby"

"Mmm", he groans, "So fucking good baby"

His tongue slides along my slit, down to my hole, licking around it, driving me crazy in anticipation

He finally dips his tongue in my pussy and I moan loudly, my body shaking, pussy clenching his tongue hard

He groans in my pussy, pulling his tongue out and pushing back in

"Jongho", I cry, one of my hands against the wall, the other burying in his hair, holding on tightly

His tongue speeds up, fucking into me, making me so fucking wet

I can't stop moaning, getting so turned on seeing him between my legs, his eyes closed as his tongue moves, moaning into my pussy

He slides out of my hole, licking up my cunt, flicking my clit

"Oh fuck", I cry, my legs shaking around his head

He uses the tip of his tongue to lick my clit over and over, his hands slowly trailing up my body, fire hitting every single cell from his touch

I move my hips, rocking on his mouth, his tongue against my clit unrelentingly

His fucking mouth, his tongue, is so fucking amazing

His hands move around my boobs, squeezing gently, his fingers pinching my nipples at the same moment his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking hard

Pleasure explodes in my body, my hips moving faster on their own, grinding against his face

"Jonghie", I moan, his mouth going hard, the slurping sounds he's making so fucking pornographic

Every slurp on my clit brings me closer and closer, my legs shaking as I watch him, so content between my legs

His thumbs rub against my nipples just as he sucks fast and hard, throwing me into an intense orgasm

"Jongho!", I cry, massive pleasure assaulting my body as I ride his face and pulling his hair hard

His hands slide down to my hips helping me move along his mouth as his tongue moves to my hole, licking again and again as he moans loudly

When I finish, he gives me a long lick, then a kiss to my pussy, murmuring, "So fucking good. Definitely gonna eat this pussy everyday"

There is absolutely no issue with that

When he lets go of my hips, I slide down his body, sitting on in his stomach

His face is so messy and wet, making me blush at the mess I made on him

He just smirks, wiping his mouth with his arm, his hands setting back on my hips

He's so fucking beautiful it's stupid and I lean over him, kissing his pretty soft lips

He eagerly kisses me back, his hands moving to cup my face as his tongue slides in my mouth, touching mine and sending sparks of electricity down my spine

As we kiss, I shift on him until I'm straddling his lap, his hard cock resting against my thigh

Reaching behind me, I align him to my entrance and sink down on his head, making both of us moan

I try to push down on him, but he only goes in just a little

I remember it took a little time to get him in the first time we fucked

But I will get him in

One of his hands slides between us, his fingers playing with my clit, bliss filling my body again

Leaning my forehead against his, I push down again, his cock going in so slowly, each inch I take making me wetter

"C'mon baby", he murmurs, his other hand trailing up and down my back, making me shiver, "You can do it. Open that little pussy for me"

I groan loudly, his voice turning me on more

He slips in more, the drag of his cock burning a little but it mixes with the pleasure, the sensation making me dizzy

His fingers rub my clit faster as he urges me to take him, "Please jagi, let me in. Fuck, I've been dying to be back inside your tight, warm, soaking pussy. Think about you clenching around me, sliding on my cock all the fucking time"

Well I'm glad I'm not the only one who was having sex fantasies

I keep slipping down his massive cock, wanting all of him inside me

Wanting to feel full of him again

"Mmm yeah baby", he moans, as I continue to get him in, "Impale that little cunt on my cock. Fuck, wanna fuck you wide open baby. Wreck this pussy, this body on my cock"

"Jonghie", I whimper, "Want that so much"

His eyes look up to mine, desire burning in them, "Then sit on my whole cock baby. Now"

With a moan, I shove myself down that last bit of him, bottoming him out, my thighs smacking against his

"Yes, oh fuck", he cries, pleasure all over his face, "Fuck such a tiny tight cunt. Fuck yes jagi, clench my cock. Fuck"

I am indeed clenching around him, my pussy doing it on its own

"God, you're cunt sucks my cock almost as good as your mouth", he groans, both hands back on my hips, digging into my skin, "Fuck, ride me jagi. Please"

I nod, giving him a soft kiss then I sit up, lean on his abs and slide along his dick

The feel of his cock sliding inside me sends shivers up my spine, soft moans coming from my mouth

When I get to his head, I clench hard around him, making him gasp, then shove myself down his length, bottoming him out in one shot

His head slams into my spot, making me scream, squeezing his cock so tightly and he moans loudly

I bounce on his cock, each time I take him in, spreading my hole wide, stretching me around him, feeling my pussy completely drenched him

I lean back on his leg, my other hand wrapping around his wrist of his hand attached to my hip, spreading my legs wider to make it easier to ride him

"Oh fuck", he groans, his eyes on my pussy swallowing his cock, "So much...soaked...big mess...so pretty"

I smirk as I slam down on his perfect cock over and over

I know I'm creaming him so much, I can feel it all over my legs, can hear the wet sound of his cock moving inside me

"Like that huh baby?", I murmur, "Like how my pussy decorates your cock with all my cream?"

He nods, panting as his eyes continue to watch

I know I have a creamy cunt

Hongjoong commented on it all the time, saying how much he loved it

And Jongho said something about it too, the first time we fucked and now

"Do you? You like how creamy my pussy is? It's not too much for you?"

He shakes his head immediately, "Not too much. Just right jagi, I fucking love it"

"Do you?", I smirk, taking his cock in again and rocking on him, his head pleasuring my spot so fucking much

"I love your pussy baby", he moans, "God, your pussy lips look so good around my dick. Your throbbing clit is so pretty. And the mess you leave on my cock, fuck baby, I want it on me all the time"

I raise my eyebrow, not knowing he likes all those things that much

"Your tiny body is so fucking gorgeous on top of me, riding my cock desperately, making yourself cum", he continues, his voice deep, "Those pretty legs wrapped around me, those tits bouncing in my face"

I knew he'd like that

All guys like tits in their face

His eyes suddenly move up to mine, "And you're face jagi. So beautiful, especially when you're in pleasure. I love knowing you love being with me this much and I can make you feel that good. I love watching you"

I smile down at him, "I know what you mean baby. I love watching you too and fuck Jonghie, you're fucking beautiful all the time, stunning when you're in pleasure and coming. God, Jongho, that image is burned in my mind"

He nods, "Everything about that day is burned in my mind jagi. Everything"

I just smile wider, "Guess we both like watching each other"

"Yeah", he smiles, "Now let me see you cum"

Definitely

I resume riding him, bouncing hard along his cock, just feeling how good he feels

"Yes baby", he moans, bliss all over his face, "God, fuck my cock like that. Fuck, just like that"

I move faster, my skin slapping against his, smacking my spot with every bounce, the pleasure fucking intense

"Yes, fuck. Perfect pussy. My perfect pussy", he whimpers, his eyes struggling to stay open and on me

I feel my orgasm coming, my body stiffening, the continuous build up ready to pop

Bouncing down, the feel of his cock filling me sends me over the edge, incredible pleasure flowing everywhere

"Jongho", I cry, my legs shaking hard around him, cunt pulsing intensely, my nails digging into the skin of his abs, "Jongho, fuck, Jongho"

I can't, it's so much, I can't fucking think

His hands slide up my body, intense shivers exploding on my skin, making me yell out in more pleasure

He wraps his hands around my boobs, his thumbs playing with my nipples, sending bliss down to my coming pussy

"Jjj.. Jongho...baby", I gasp

This has to be one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had

"Good girl", I hear Jongho as the pleasure slowly abates

When I open my eyes, Jongho is looking at me in awe

"So gorgeous", he murmurs

I breathe for a few seconds, then lean back on his abs, slowly bouncing on him again

He hasn't cum yet and fuck I so want him to unload in my cunt

Want to feel full of him

As I go faster each bounce, I watch the pleasure all over his face, hear his desperate moans

Stunning, fucking stunning

"Oh god, oh god", he murmurs

"Yeah baby", I say softly, "Feels good?"

He nods rapidly

"Yeah? Like being this deep in my little pussy?"

"Fuck yes"

"Wanna finish in my pussy?", I tease as I ride him

He nods, "Yes, so much"

"Good boy"

"Can I fuck your cunt?"

I smirk nodding, "Yeah baby"

His hands move immediately to my arms, pulling me down on him, skin to skin

He grabs my ass, holding on tightly as he thrusts up so hard

"Oh god", I moan, moving my arm around his neck, my fingers sliding in his hair, gripping tightly and leaning my forehead against his neck

He continues to move at a hard, fast pace, completely fucking my pussy open, destroying my spot, throwing me into mind blowing pleasure, ruining me completely

"Yes", he groans, his hips moving at a relentless pace, his pelvis hitting my clit with each thrust, "Gonna fucking break this pussy on my dick. Make you cum so hard, cream my cock with everything you have"

"Baby", I moan, his voice sending shivers down my spine

"Mmm jagi, gonna make you want no other cock but mine"

"I do", I whimper, "Just yours baby"

"That's fucking right", he growls, fucking into me at the speed of light, "Gonna make you want my cock inside your tiny cunt everyday, make you want to cum all over me everyday"

I nod, breathing hard against his chest, my mind turning off, "Want that baby"

"You'll get it jagi", he promises, "Everyday. You're fucking mine. Only mine"

"Only yours", I whine, my head filled with nothing but his cock pounding into me, bringing me closer and closer

"Good jagi. So how about you cum on my cock and I'll fill your pussy with my load?"

"Make me cum baby", I cry

He slams in hard, ecstacy tsumaning over me, my head in the clouds as a mind shattering orgasm wracks my body

I'm vaguely aware of him moaning that I'm squirting so much but fuck I can't wrap my head around it right this minute

All I can do is ride the waves of pleasure

His cock shoves inside me, throbbing so hard, feeling amazing, his warm sticky cum filling my pussy amazingly

I moan his name as he screams mine, his fingers digging into my ass, his body shaking under me

God, I love feeling him cum

I love the way he fills me, it's perfect

We cling onto each other as the pleasure slowly leaves, his arms moving from my ass to around my waist, holding me

I love being in his arms

It feels so good, like I belong here

I lay on him contently, listening to his fast heartbeat slowly going back to normal

One of his hands slide up my back, going into my hair, his fingers running in the strands

His head turns to me, kissing the top of my head

"I love you", he murmurs

"I love you", I answer, so happy to hear him say it

I know I'm never going to get tired of hearing him say that

We're laying peacefully together when my phone goes off

I lift my head, looking for my phone because I have no idea where I put it

It's on my nightstand, far from my reach

"Wah", I mutter, starting to get up

"Stay", he murmurs, reaching his long arm over and getting my phone, handing it to me

Laying back on his chest, I open the text Hongjoong sent

"So? You guys together yet?"

"Who is it?", he asks tiredly

I show him the phone, his eyes rolling as he takes the phone

He opens the camera, putting it on selfie mode, and taking a picture of us

It's a cute picture of us from the shoulders up, my head on his chest, his tilted to me, leaning against the top of my head, looking down at me

He switches back to the text and sends the picture

"Jonghie, really? A picture?"

"Easier than typing", he answers

He's right, it is

A second later my phone goes off again

He opens the text both of us reading it

"Oh gross, are you two in bed? You guys looked tired out 😏. Don't send me shit like this again"

God, he's all over the place with this text

Jongho just puts the phone on sleep, handing it to me

I put it on do not disturb and hand it back to him, "Toss it on the nightstand. I'm not answering any time soon"

He smiles softly, "Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah baby. I just want to be with you right now"

"I want that too", he agrees, taking the phone and getting it on my nightstand

"What do you want to do?", he asks

"Can we just stay like this for a little? I want to be in your arms"

He smiles wider, nodding, "Anything you want jagi. I love holding you"

"Good. Maybe later we can eat?"

"Definitely", he answers, tilting my head to him, "I love you"

"I love you", I tell him, his beautiful eyes shining, "So much"

"So much", he agrees

He kisses me softly, the kiss causing pure happiness exploding in my body

I have my Jongho and I'm never letting him go

[ladysomething]

Maddie hiiii!!

I woke up today thinking of your Max memoir fic. But it seems to be a long, long time away. Could you maybe share another angsty snippet from it? Only if you can. If it starts looking like you're sharing the whole fic in the snippets, I completely understand if you can't or don't want to :)

ommmggggggggggggg.

well it's a long way away, but it will probably be almost the first one I write after wygig. but it's so sweet that you've been thinking about it 😭 that makes me ridiculously happy.

anyway, here is a little piece from it. I honestly don't really remember what I've shared, but I feel fairly positive that this is very different to everything else I've shared from that piece.

also, I wrote all of this before Lewis' move to Ferrari, so I have yet to decide whether I'm going to rework that detail. just as fyi, bc Lewis at Mercedes is mentioned in here haha.

Max Verstappen Announces Memoir, “What I Was Made For.” 

By Adella Stevens 

9:08am 11/08/2033

Max Verstappen shocked the world this morning by breaking his two year social media silence to announce his memoir. 

Verstappen started his Instagram post by firstly addressing his long hiatus from social media. 

“What started as a small break quickly turned into a complete life overhaul,” he wrote. 

“I started to reflect on my life and my childhood after my dad died in 2029, but it took me a few years to realise I needed to go deeper. When I decided to take that dive, I started to journal. Eventually, I realised I was writing a book.” 

Verstappen continued on by announcing that his memoir would be called What I Was Made For. 

“My memoir deals almost exclusively with my relationship with my father. It’s painful at points, and more honest than I’ve ever been in my life. I think that you’ll learn things about me that you might have already guessed, and probably some things that you wish you’d never found out. Either way, getting this out was the most cathartic thing I’ve ever done in my life. My memoir is called What I Was Made For, and it’s out October first.” 

Verstappen’s relationship with his father was highly debated during his time in Formula One. While both father and son were quite open about the relationship they had during the younger’s childhood, there were different opinions on whether it was a positive or a negative. 

Jos Verstappen drove in Formula One himself, though he never won a race or a Championship. Max entered Formula One at just sixteen years old, and subsequently became the youngest person to ever win an F1 race. 

Verstappen is now a seven-time Formula One World Champion, tied with Michael Schumacher for the second most Championships of all time. Lewis Hamilton holds the record of eight Championships, a record he broke in 2027, after which he retired. 

Verstappen won his seventh Championship the following year, in 2028, in very controversial fashion after he collided with his main rival Charles Leclerc. Leclerc had joined Mercedes that year, taking Hamilton’s seat, and was on track to win his first Championship. Verstappen was only four points ahead of Leclerc going into the final race, but after their collision neither scored points, leaving the Championship to Verstappen. 

While we don’t exactly know the contents of Verstappen’s memoir, it’s assumed from his post that it will detail his time before entering Formula One, perhaps even during it. Verstappen never made an announcement around his reason for retiring from the sport, so likely the book will explain this as well. 

With the memoir being released in only six weeks, it’s likely there will be more details to come. 

Formula Babe @lynskyyy 

8.13am 11.08.33

This new gen of f1 fans do not understand how big this news is. F1 was at its PEAK when Max was racing, there was such a huge interest in the sport because of Netflix. but max always kept everything so private, so a memoir from him is like gold 

Maria @bigdaddy5469 

11.34am 11.08.33

If you’d told me last night that I’d wake up to the news that Max Verstappen is releasing a tell all memoir, I’d have laughed in your face 

Big Boy Chris @bigboychris 

11.56am 11.08.33

This is such a clear and desperate attempt from Max to stay relevant. I bet he ran out of money. What a fucking loser, he didn’t deserve half of those championships. 

Ver-crush-them @katie_tesk 

12.07pm 11.08.33

Replying to @bigboychris: Remind me again when you were EVER relevant? I don’t think Max can hear your complaints over his seven WDCs  

[emilyskinners]

it's lines like, "oh, so i'm a fսcking mistake now? you gave dіck everything! and no matter what he does, you keep on giving him more and more. why don't you do that with me? what's so bad about me?" and "you know, i looked up to you every day of my life. and when people said that you were better than me, i wouldn't mind because i believed them, too." and "i have been second to jo my whole life in everything and i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her." and, "there are two types of people in the world: the people who naturally excel at life. and the people who hope all those people die in a big explosion." that just hit you in the feels as a younger sibling who always felt second best to their older sibling(s) that everyone else prefers over them

[outofbluecomesgreen2]

Yeah, I know, “Thursday…” is a real good fic…

Of course, I have time for you Garth. I always have an open ear for you, and you know that. 

You're a real nice person and writing your parts was so much fun. Not ha-ha fun, of course not, but you are an open-minded friendly guy, a good friend… 

Speaking of: how is Larry Roman? Oh, he plans to move in with his mother? Sounds like a plan, to doesn’t sell his soul to a crossroads demon only to dominate Rome with casinos and bars. 

And, did you hear about Crowley? He didn’t try to set his arm on fire again, did he?

Good.

Since last week I was worried about him, I mean, he is such a dramatic person…

…

Yeah, still no more comments, and kudos are rare… It bugs me a bit, but what else can I do than being patient and continue writing.

…

Indeed, I do! That’s so cool! One of the coolest!! 

No, not about you guys. I’m not ready to start the continuing stories. Doing it means letting you go, and I’m not strong enough for that right now. 😢

I‘m actually writing about Gunnar Lawless, yeah, my dream come true story to be honest 😇. It will take a while, but it will be the second part of „The Holiday Episode“, with Cas and Dean and an OC, which I never tried before in fanfic 😘 I’m so excited 🥳

No, actually you can’t read it until you are not old enough, because it will be kinda spicy, but don’t worry, we’ll find you a real good fic. Go, and check my insta. 

And, can you do me a favor? I can’t reach Cas right now. I thought he would be in the bakery to work with Bobby; Jo was on the line and told me he would hang out with Dean a lot. Can you ask him, when you see him next time in the group, if he wants to visit me? Next week maybe? I think some people out there want to hear how HE is doing. It’s also been a while I talked to him. I kinda miss him☺️

Cool. Thanks buddy😉

And now, which song would you like to hear? Which one reflects your inner self… yeah, as an Arrow Ace… Arrow Ace for life! That’s the whole point

😁 🏳️‍🌈😉

[anxious-witch]

What a year, huh? We all know I have to be emotional on tumblr.com whenever the opportunity arises because that's one way I allow myself to have an emotional catharsis (for legal reasons this a joke)

In all seriousness though, this year has been a lot for me. Both in a good and bad sense, but Käärijä and Joker Out improved it significantly. And more importantly, their fandoms. (More inder the cut bc this is long af)

I have never really been someone who knows anything about the artists' whose music I listened to. Before this, I don't think I ever listened to a full album of someone, just random songs that I liked. Finding stuff from personal life of bands/musicians I liked usually made me depressed so I didn't bother.

Then, ESC 2023. happened. I frankly have no idea what flipped the switch in my head. Bojere interactions? The way people on tumblr were so welcoming even back when I was mostly posting about Let 3 and Käärijä only? I don't know, I only know that we are here now, regardless.

Another thing about me is that I used to be very pessimistic person. Likez genuinely. I have been "unofficially"(long story) diagnosed with depression and anxiety since I was 11, which is over a decade now. I always had a lot of bad experiences with people and really awful trust issues. I have been doing better for some time now, but it is very hard to let go of the feeling of pessimism and helplessness. In a world where awful things happen every second, what can I possibly do that would change anything?

Then ESC happened. Käärijä lost and I thought "another injustice that will never be corrected". Except, instead of feeling defeated, everyone just loved him more. In those weeks after and later on months, all I have seen had been unrelenting love and acceptance of Jere. Reminding him that despite not winning Eurovision, he is our winner and we'll forever think of him as such. Jere who has a wonderfully belly and strong thighs and is short and by no means is he conventional in any sense. And people loved him not despite all that but because all that. Because we all found ways to relate to him, or to what he went through.

His story of almost dying and still getting where he did only served to highlight that more. Because of he did it, why can't we get to what we want? Why can't I? It shifted my whole perspective.

Then, Joker Out. It is so, so funny to me how I barely paid any attention to them during ESC, except for bojere interactions and was dragged in it by the shared fandom, when now I post most about them.

But yes, JO. A band from Slovenia that while tehnically isn't Balkan, felt so close to me. Like they could understand all the things I kept to myself because of where I was. And then they showed me there is still hope.

I have never seen a band from around here take a pride flag on the stage. Never. I know it's a thing, especially abroad, but God I have never seen that happen here. And with how much love they always took it! That's...wow. It gave me hope that not only is it possible for injustices to be corrected, but that ot's possible to do it even in the environment I'm in.

And then...the Virtual Letters Project happened. Or well positive confessions that @spockowhales turned into Virtual Letters Project.

That's when I knew it's truly possible. I have seen tumblr posts, yes. But getting stuff so directly addressed about or to JO made me realize how much of a "wave" they all created. So many people said they helped them with their depression, with viewing their world differentky with meeting new peoplez with daring to do something new.

I have no words to describe how much that meant to me and I really hope that when they read those letters, they understood the impact they had.

But even that aside, I want to thank everyone in this fandom. People I have talked to, people I have interacted with it any way, through replies, reblogs, likes, anon asks. I appreciate every single one of you for helping create such a wonderful space. We had our ups and downs in the fandom, but we are all here because we love these fandoms, these people so much to keep talking about it even months after.

Thank you and I wish everyone here a wonderful New Year with even more laugh, love and positivity ❤️ have a good one

[julictcapulet]

don't marry him what don't marry him why why you know why no no yes no laurie what you're being mean stop it stop what how am i being mean i have been second to jo my whole life in everything and i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her i won't i won't do it i won't not when i've spent my entire life loving you

[msmargaretmurry]

Willy/Pasta (I NEED to hear more of your thoughts), Brock/Elias (should Quinn be involved??), Nate/Jo

okay so a major tragedy of my life is that i adore willy with my whole heart but i've never been into any of the popular ships for him and i NEED more people to get on the willy/pasta train so i have willy fic to read!! he and pasta are so cute! episode one of the faceoff doc is basically a pairing primer! they were boys together! they were besties before they even spoke the same language!!! they landed on nhl teams that hate each other and they still love each other so much! i just think that a teenage romance that fizzles out quietly but kinda painfully when they come to north america followed by a grown up tentative second chance romance could be so fun and feelingsy.

brock/elias are PRECIOUS to me. like something real happened there. there is real pure love there and it's important to me. from a very personal standpoint it's kind of hard for me to fully engage with them on a fic-writing level because i a) don't handle dead parent content well and b) don't think the situation with brock's dad is appropriate to write about anyway but also c) am intimately aware of how much something like that shapes you as a person so have trouble just ignoring it for the sake of fanfiction. which also feels icky for other reasons. idk idk. for me it would be too hard to navigate if i were writing something substantial. they are so precious to me but it's complicated!!

but apart from the complications, brock/elias/quinn is like threesome catnip to me. what i love in a threesome is the possibility for the participants to feel like the relationships are uneven and there is a lot of potential for feeling lonely/jealous/possessive/left out/less important that everyone has to work through and negotiate until they make it work. i think throwing quinn in the brock/petey mix would be SO good for this.

[saintsenara]

opinions on bill/fleur/draco, remus/molly, and a little gross, but in my opinion, a god-tier, superior ship- luna/garrick ollivander

i am absolutely shrieking at these, pal - not least because it's absolutely beautiful [i think...?] to find another person suffering from the lollivander delirium.

[or it's a sign that hell will never be in want of sinners to fill it...]

fleur delacour/draco malfoy/bill weasley

bill and fleur are demonstrably a hot pairing, and i am sincerely invested in the combined power of them overawing draco, who is canonically weak-willed and annoying and would, i think, rather enjoy being told that in a safe and consensual environment.

fleur's brandishing a riding crop and telling him to stop pretending to be the sexiest blonde in the country when he isn't even the sexiest one in the house. bill's demanding a lifetime of service [wink wink] in exchange for the whole "letting greyback into hogwarts" thing.

they're very happy.

remus lupin/molly weasley

i'm actually very taken with this one, on the basis of @whinlatter's excellent meta on lupin and molly's canonical relationship. as she notes, molly is the person who is there most for lupin in the period from the end of goblet of fire onwards - and lupin is someone whose life has been so unstable and so devoid of [above all] domestic comfort that molly's provision of exactly that is something which clearly means a tremendous amount to him.

i am on the record - as any good tomarry girly must be - that the series really overlooks the value of love-as-comfort in its prioritising of love-as-sacrifice, and that the transformational power of being warm and well-fed and appreciated is something which deserves more respect as a concept in fics.

molly being able to offer this to lupin really has the potential to be something quite beautiful - not, perhaps something epic and exciting, but something which is love nonetheless.

and, of course, if you're less inclined to sincerity/prefer your beauty laced through with mischief, you can just make it a sort of mammy-kink thing. slay.

luna lovegood/garrick ollivander

the three of us who back this ship are eating good!

my justification for it - as i've said here - is that i think luna's whole... vibe works best in ships which pair her with a condescending older man, in a trope used with great effect throughout the western literary tradition.

my belief is that luna and her eventual canon husband have a friedrich bhaer/jo march meets bella baxter/duncan wedderburn flavour, but i also think you can take it sadder and more messed up in a sort of maxim-and-the-second-mrs-dewinter or effi briest/baron innstetten way - and have her patronised to by and in thrall of an older man who has taken advantage of her transparent naiveté...

ollivander is a really interesting character because - as harry notes in philosopher's stone - of his slightly voldemort-ish attitude towards magic: that is, the idea that the character of magic [i.e. whether it is dark or not] is of secondary important to the power of the person performing the magic. i can definitely see him using luna's more spacey beliefs as a springboard for him to convince her of this worldview...

[microscotch]

“Earth is a pathetic planet. Isabella getting with a guy BEFORE ME?? Like okay, what’s his name sorta only half counts but the LIKELIHOOD of that to happen and it STILL HAPPENED!!”

-“I hate the fact that I can hear them.”

-“Dito.”

-”Is... is Dante really eating those comedically spoiled cornflakes over there?”

-”I’m not standing here consuming one drink after another while staring at this unfitting painting to cope with the fact that everyone here is an idiot JUST for you to lure in the background and bother me with irrelevant questions like that. Why the fuck are you already drinking coffee?”

-”I don’t have a bed, did you forget that?”

-”Stop whining, people have bigger problems to worry about than you being doomed to sleep on our heart couch.”

-“Oh that’s just where I stood a couple hours ago. Is it what I think it is?”

-“LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I NEED TO FORGET THE THINGS I SAW AND HEARD LAST NIGHT.”

-”Yup.”

-”COME HERE MY LOVE!! LET MAXXX SMOOCH THE DISGUST OUT OF YOU!!!”

-”I don’t think I ever encountered such a pathetic pile of lifeforms in my whole existence-”

☎ *phone rings* ☎

-“KOMEI!!! LOVE OF MY LIFE!!”

-“WHERE ON EARTH WERE YOU ASSHOLES YESTERDAY??? I DIDN’T ASK YOU TO SPEND THE WHOLE DAY AT THE BEACH, YOU STILL HAVE A JO-”

-”DAMMIT!! Alright, let’s try again.

“Dude, Angie clearly passed the boy crazy virus onto Namzib before she left. Ever since that Comet or whatever his name is came around she’s just been acting completely deranged.”

“And not to mention, she was blocking the phone. Had to wait out seventeen obnoxious attempts until I could finally call the girl I met yesterday.”

“Then I realized I forgot her name...”

-“GUYS!! Hurry up, the awkward tension that is sitting next to Isabella by myself is terrible for my skin! I can basically feel it losing its radiant glow with every second passing by!”

“Don’t look at me like that! Isabella just oozes an amount of toxicity no bear shaped biotin gummies could possibly counteract!”

-“GUUUUUUUYSS FOR REAL WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE????”

-”Watcher! Hold up April, I think I can see a wrinkle!”

-”You’re just jealous ‘cause my boyfriend is a literal 10 while I’m the only person in this house who can even REMEMBER your guy’s name!”

-”Wow, obsessed much?”

-“Oops....”

“No one saw that.”

-“GET OUT OF THE WAY NAMZIB!!!!! CORNFLAKES!!!!!!”

-“NO DON’T GO IN HERE!”

-“NAMZIB FOR WATCHER’S SAKE!!!!!”

-“Hey, uh, Lyam right?

-”You guys still can’t re-”

-“Props to you and everything but also good luck with this one. Well, actually, my condolences with this one.”

-”Oh no, no, no, I still wanna live the next couple decades, that was just for fun.”

-”You’re fucking with me right now, aren’t you.”

“Wait, WHAT?”

“...THE UNDERSOCIALIZED VIRGIN THING WAS JUST A TACTIC???”