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MORTON'S THE STEAKHOUSE: A FESTIVE FEAST TO REMEMBER

Indulge in Luxurious Dining This Holiday Season at Morton’s The Steakhouse Are you searching for a memorable gift for your loved ones this holiday season? Look no further! Morton’s The Steakhouse, renowned for its exceptional steaks, has reopened just in time to offer you an exquisite way to celebrate. Their holiday gift card promotion is the perfect present for steak enthusiasts, allowing them…

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Multi Cuisine Restaurant in Singapore | A1 Indian Curry

Browse a fine selection of delicious, vegan, and Non vegan free food options at charcoal grill, Lebanese Cuisine in Singapore, A1 Indian Curry.

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10 Best Vegetarian Restaurant in Bedok, Singapore

Credit: EPOS Explore the vibrant flavors of vegetarian cuisine at the top ten restaurants in Bedok, Singapore.  These restaurants provide a wide variety of cuisine that are sure to please your palate, from creative plant-based mixes to classic favorites reinvented with a vegetarian twist. Bedok offers a lovely dining experience that embraces the beauty of plant-based cuisine, whether you’re a…

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she’s the boss | sebastian vettel

ferrari team principal!reader

an: for fanfic purposes, sebastian won a championship with ferrari let me be delusional sorry lewis

2015

A new season of formula 1 had started and with it came the arrival of Sebastian to Ferrari. While Sebastian was dominating the track with Red Bull, you stayed with the red team and in 2014, you were declared the new team principal. Of course the news made headlines. A woman as team principal for one of the top teams in formula 1? Would Enzo Ferrari approve of this?

But you were determined to prove you belong with the team. That was something Sebastian admired about you.

Race after race, Kimi and Sebastian finished in the points. It was clear that the season was Ferrari’s season. After each race, you always made sure to watch Kimi and Sebastian on the podium. Each podium, Sebastian made sure to wink at you. Sometimes he would even mouth a few loving words towards you.

After Sebastian’s victory in Singapore, the German had asked you to meet him for a celebratory dinner. Thinking he had asked Kimi and others from the team, you didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until he knocked on your hotel door that you finally figured it out.

“So is this a date?” You asked.

“Only if you want it to be.” Sebastian replied.

“You are such a flirt, Sebastian Vettel.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been told that, but it sounds so much better coming from you.”

Soon, you and Sebastian were on your way to a restaurant that he thought you would love. It wasn’t too fancy, but it was perfect for you two.

Sebastian, being the gentleman he is, made sure you felt comfortable at all times. Instead of talking about work, he wanted to get to know you better. He learned that you always loved the color red, about your siblings and that when you were younger you had a massive crush on Patrick Swayze. When your food came to the table, Sebastian took the opportunity to ask something he’s been dying to know.

“Do you think we can go on another date soon?” Sebastian asked.

“I want to, but what if the FIA thinks what we’re doing is inappropriate?”

You enjoyed being around Sebastian. Not only was he a great driver, but he was an even greater person. He always made you laugh and comforted you when you needed it. It was hard not to fall in love with Sebastian Vettel.

“Sebastian, I don’t want either of us to get fired.” You told him.

“I guess we’ll have to sneak around. God, you make me feel like a teenager again.”

So that’s what you did. Before every race, you would sneak into his driver’s room and give him a good luck kiss. He insisted on getting one from you every race, you didn’t kind of course.

It was the last race of the 2015 season and Sebastian was fighting Lewis for the championship. You were nervous, but confident that Sebastian would bring home the title. It felt like a dream come true seeing Sebastian come in first while Lewis came in third.

“Sebastian Vettel, you’re the world champion! You did it, Seb!” Sebastian heard you on the radio.

“This one’s for you!” His message warmed your heart. If only you could truly celebrate as a couple without hiding.

At the podium, Sebastian was all smiles. Who wouldn’t? He had just one his first championship with Ferrari. It was a dream come true. While you stayed with the team, Sebastian celebrated on the podium with Kimi and Lewis.

“Y/n, you’ve been called to the stewards.” Sebastian’s race engineer, Riccardo, told you. “Have we been given a penalty just now? Do you know something?”

“No . . . If Sebastian asks, tell him I’ll see him later. We have no penalty, I’m sure of that. This is probably not serious.” You tried to play it off, but he wasn’t buying it.

“Okay, if you say so.” Riccardo gave you a hug before you left.

As you walk to the stewards, people around you called your name followed by congratulations or a hug. At the moment, you didn’t even feel like celebrating. All you felt was the nerves going through your body.

Finally, you made it to the stewards office ready to face what was coming. Would you be fired for being in a relationship with one of your drivers? You hoped not.

You entered the office and saw the FIA president, Jean Todt, looking over race footage. When he noticed you, he smiled. You weren’t told he would be attending the race.

“Y/n, congratulations to you and Ferrari. You have done a great job. I hope I didn’t interrupt any celebrations yet.” Jean told you.

“No, Sebastian was still celebrating on the podium when i was called here.” You tried your best to look fine, but deep down you were scared.

“Speaking of Sebastian, he’s a great driver, isn’t he?” Oh no, here it comes.

“Yes, Ferrari is honored to have him and Kimi as well. They’re both incredible drivers”

“But what do you think about Sebastian?”

Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jean, you know I respect you and Ferrari and Formula one so much. I don’t want to lose my job. I love this team to death. I understand what I did was inappropriate and it will never happen again, I swear by it. But if I’m no longer the team principal, I understand.” You blurted out.

All Jean did was chuckle. What?

“You think you’re fired? Y/n, Ferrari just won another championship and you think I’m going to fire you? The team would be crazy to let you go.” Jean spoke.

“Can I ask why I’m here then? Did Sebastian get a penalty?” You gasped. It would absolutely crush you if Sebastian got a penalty and he got his championship taken away.

“No, no! You’re here because I wanted to congratulate you and Sebastian on your engagement.”

What?

“I’m sorry?” You stood there more confused than ever.

“Marriage is a beautiful thing. I’m not yet married, but i know it is. I’m sure you and Sebastian will be very happy with each other.” Jean said. “I don’t want to hold you here for much longer. I don’t want Sebastian thinking you were kidnapped. Congratulations.” Jean gave you a hug.

Again, you were so confused. Did he know something? As you left the office, you saw Sebastian waiting outside with a concerned look on his face.

“What happened? Hey, talk to me.” Sebastian grabbed your hand. He was surprised you didn’t pinch or gave him a look for grabbing your hand in public.

“Did you say something to Jean about me?” You ask him.

“Like what? You know I always talk about you.” Sebastian replied. It was true. He took any opportunity to talk about you.

“Well he congratulated us on our engagement, which I didn’t know about. When were you going to tell me we were engaged?”

Oh shit, thought Sebastian.

“I might’ve told Jean that I loved you so much that I would marry you as soon as possible. To be fair, i was drunk! But that doesn’t mean it’s a lie!”

All you could do was laugh. At least he wasn’t the type of drunk to cause problems. You found it cute that he said that when he was drunk actually.

“You’re unbelievable, Seb.” You smiled at him.

“So you think we should do that? Get married?” He placed a kiss on your hand.

“When the time comes around. Come on, champ, let’s celebrate.” You finally kissed him not caring that others were around you. You were done hiding.

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lost in japan — lando norris

lando norris x you (femreader) | 3.8k summary – a convincing late night call and a flight to japan. warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language) inspo – ‘i like being close to you. you’re warm’ for the #monzamashspecial and that shawn mendes song – you know the one. masterlist

“Fly out and see me…”

“You know I can’t, Lando.”

This had been the back and forth for nearly half an hour, like a painfully long rally in tennis and neither one of you wanted to give up the point. Lando had been out in Japan for nearly a week, 5 days and counting and before that, Singapore and before that, Italy for training. He had always been at peace with the time he spent away from home, because up until now it had never really been a problem. Jet-setting across the globe, living out his childhood dream – on top of the world. Chained to nothing and nobody.

But then you showed up in those leather pants; it was all by coincidence and he was in trouble from the very beginning. He liked you. A lot. And you liked him but that one night on a breezy street corner in Melbourne had changed his perspective. Skewed beyond recognition, because now he had someone to miss. Someone who influenced his happiness, his contentedness and that was you. You had snapped up a spot in his cold, precious heart that he had guarded, locked away safely so he didn’t have to wake up to that sinking feeling in his gut, or look at his phone and have his mood drop when he didn't see your name in his notifications.

He was forlorn without you and even though it made him sick that he had ended up like this, he loved it. He took the good with the bad, every chance to hear your voice made it worthwhile and much to your surprise, you felt the same. Infatuated and swept up in this new romance.

“Why not? If you give me a really good answer, I’ll stop asking,” Lando bartered as he trudged around his hotel room, kicking articles of clothing towards his empty suitcase in an attempt to clean up the mess he’d made over the last couple of days.

“Well for starters I have this thing called a job… I have responsibilities and I have my houseplants – you know how much they mean to me.”

A small smirk tugged on the corners of your mouth when Lando rolled his eyes, brow quirked. Even the shaky camera was able to capture his distain for your answer but he quickly bounced back, knowing that he wasn’t completely out of the fight if it was a couple of replaceable pot plants keeping you from dropping everything to see him. Surely he meant more than that.

“You love me way more though.”

“Definitely not,” You scoffed playfully and adjusted the loose, somewhat revealing top you'd been sleeping in before this late night call, “But I do miss you a tiny bit…”

Lando’s frown softened at your confession, one he’d been patiently waiting to hear. I miss you too; he sighed and walked into what looked like a bathroom, carefully balancing the phone on a shelf beside the mirror. 

He was an enigma the night that you met him; a friend of a friend of a friend, someone had said when introducing the two of you at a swanky restaurant in the heart of the city. You had wondered why there was a last minute invite sent your way that afternoon, until your friend explained that her new work friend wanted to show their friend who had just flown in from England a good time. It was a confusing web of acquaintances but you agreed, knowing that whatever she had organised would be worthwhile attending.

Little did you know that the friend would have something to do with why your street was shut down for a week, making your daily commute fifteen minutes longer than normal. But when you looked into those stormy blue, or maybe they were hazel eyes, and grasped the hand he was holding out for you to shake, you didn’t care. In fact, nothing really mattered after the two of you pulled up a seat at the long table and continued chatting, drawn together.

“See something you like? …”

Lando’s tinny voice pulled you out of your daydreaming and snapped your eyes back to your screen. You cleared your throat and tucked a couple of stray hairs behind your ear as you watched him change out of his Phoenix suns shirt; his rippling muscles contracting caught your attention, perfectly sculpted under is sun-kissed skin. Beneath all the boyish charm and dripping sarcasm, he was sexy. And it was taking everything in your power not to give in and book a plane ticket to Japan as soon as possible.

“Nothing in particular but I do like that shirt,” You deflected with a smirk, wanting nothing more than to be crawling your lips all over his skin, tasting the cool mint mouthwash he was swirling and spitting out in quick succession.

“Might have to steal it when I see you next.”

“Which will be…?” Lando teetered off, hoping for sooner rather than later but you simply shrugged and closed your eyes, exhaling so deeply that a whistle rang through your nostrils.   

Lando could tell you were battling internally with the idea, knowing that you wanted to see him just as much as he ached to see you. It’d been too long and with your situationship being so new, so hot – he was desperate to lock in a time or have at least a crumb to cling onto if nothing else. But he needed to be gentle, patient while you worked through all of the metaphorical plates spinning in your head.

“You can steal all of my shirts when you get here,” He sweetly stated, his attention full focused on your solemn expression, “Look, what day suits you the best and I’ll work around that.”

He was serving the ball in your court now, with the promise of taking care of everything else so you didn’t even have to think about it. Make the fleeting decision and the rest will be sorted. Except for the glaringly obvious hurdles you’d have to jump over to get the time off work that you knew Lando wanted you to have.

“Maybe Saturday…”

Lando groaned at your response, “But I’ll be busy all day Saturday.”

“Doing what?” You teased; lip firmly gripped between your front teeth as Lando rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration.

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” He grumbled and titled his head back, chin and jawline tensed as he groaned loudly into the dark bedroom he was sitting in, “Come on – I’m blue-balling out here and you’re not here to help me… It's not fair.”

“Oh, so you just want me for sex?”

Lando’s eyes narrowed and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he planned his next move, “No,” He sheepishly whispered, “But also not no… But definitely not just for sex because that would be wildly perverse and disgusting – promise.” Cheeky fucker.

You hummed, “Just so we’re clear, I’d just be coming out for the sex. Nothing more than that – can’t stand you, actually. Absolutely gross.”

Not even a beat passed before Lando's loud, high-pitched laugh filtered through your air pods, hand barely covering his face. The other was in your face, middle finger perfectly framed on your screen while you sat back and enjoyed the sound you’d missed so much; his laugh alone made you chuckle and forget all about your worries.

“Fuck you,” He cheekily retorted, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, “But what I’m hearing is that you’re coming out… I’m booking you a ticket right now so keep an eye out for the email, baby.”

Baby.

“Baby?” You asked, eyebrow quirked with intrigue.

“Shit, sorry…” Lando cursed under his breath, cheeks reddening as he clicked away on his phone, “It slipped out. Is it bad?”

You shook your head and balanced your chin on your knuckles, “No, I like it – makes me feel like we’re more than just strangers fucking around.”

“Oh yeah? And is that something you want to feel or?”

Now he was just being cocky.

It was your turn to roll your eyes and scowl, “Don’t push it, baby.”

“You can’t go calling me that with that tone and not be naked in this bed right now… You’re killing me.” His voice was strained, eyes dark.

You simply smiled and winked, “I will be soon.”

“Cannot fucking wait.”

It was raining in Osaka when you landed; the red eye flight causing your eyes to flutter close as you slumped in the back seat of the cab, silent. Bright headlights from the heavy traffic flashed behind your eyelids as the driver slowly made his way through the city streets, stopping every two seconds for pedestrians. You were in a foreign country; one you’d never visited before but you felt calm, safe to completely relax after the tenuous eleven hour flight.

Lando had messaged you the address to the hotel he was staying at and let you know he’d left his spare key card for you downstairs at reception. You shyly asked the attendant for the card he left, feeling a little dirty at the insinuation that you were there for a good time, not a long time. A thought entirely in your own head as the young lady gave you a polite smile and sent you on your way.

Because of Lando’s efforts to go above and beyond making your journey as stress-free as possible, you hadn’t bothered messaging him when you landed or even checked to make sure he was at the hotel. Only having carry-on gave you the freedom to jump off the plane and into a cab – no time to really think about the logistics that you had been reassured were taken care of. All you could think about was the instinctual pull you felt to get to him as quickly as you could.

Maybe you should’ve messaged. Given him the heads up as you tiptoed through the long hallway, past the large lounge room and kitchen that was bigger than your own back home. It was massive and as expected, exuding luxury. You could tell from the facetime yesterday that he was living large in the penthouse suite, indulging in all the lavish things life as a professional athlete promised. It was too much but you weren’t complaining when you touched the plush robes hung up on the back of the bedroom door or when you saw how huge, and enticing the bed was.

You let your mind wander to the possibility that maybe, just maybe you could get used to this but as soon as that thought emerged, you flicked it away. The gentle sound of running water echoing drew your attention to the door on the other side of the room, closed and most likely locked for privacy, or so you assumed.

Your feet were gliding you towards the sound, hand reaching for the handle before your brain had even registered what you were doing. Impatience and temptation were fuelling all of your movements as you clicked open the door and let out a cloud of steam, warmth instantly hitting your face as you took a couple of steps over the threshold.

“Hello?” You softly called out, not wanting to startle Lando but failing as you heard a shallow gasp from behind the steamed glass. His hand hit the pane and smudged away the moisture obstructing his sight, his narrowed eyes bloodshot from the water but he could see you, wondered for a second if you were a ghost in the fog but grinning when he realised you were here. Really here.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out and pushed open the glass door, thrilled that you were already unzipping your jeans and tugging the tight shirt from your shoulders. He didn't even have to ask.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me.”

He almost giggled as you skirted your underwear down your legs, the cool air sending chills down across your skin, “Let me in, quick!”

Lando moved aside with another chuckle, hands grasping your waist as you searched for warmth, a sigh of relief exhaled when you felt the hot water rushing over your back, eyes closed and skin tingling from the gentle touches trailing down your spine. You fluttered your eyes open; smile etched on your face as you looked up and took in your surroundings. Took in him.

“Hello.”  

“Hi.”

Lando whispered back as you reached out and placed your hands on his chest that was glimmering with water droplets the same size of his birth marks and freckles. Misshapen and lovely. The scent of lemon and sandalwood mingling together filled the air, his skin still slick and soapy from being interrupted mid-shower but he didn't care. Not one bit.

Your fingers danced across his beating heart, tracing small circles on his shoulder before gazing up through your lashes, smile coy.

“I made it…”

“You did… and you’re real,” So real he could feel you and see, for the first time in over a month, how you reacted to his touch.

“How are you real?”

“That’s way too philosophical for my mushy brain so just shut up and kiss me, please,” You teased, tone soft and arms snaking around his waist to bring his body closer; chest stuck perfectly against yours.

“That I can do,” Lando sang back as he grasped your slack jaw in his hands and pulled you in, lips tied in a wistful kiss.

It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. It was a Lando kiss, which up until this point in your life you’d never experienced before now. You felt sparkly, giddy yet set alight, burning with desire – all rolled into one wild emotion. At first you mistook it for lust, merely a physical attraction that would slowly fade away, never felt again. But it was lust disguised when you felt it for the second time and then the third and forth time, the fifth and so on.

The feeling never faded and remained even when you were miles away, kissing through the phone and pretending you were together, touching one another. Chasing that feeling over and over again.

His lips moved so perfectly with yours, in sync and the taste on his tongue reminded you of a warm summers day down on the beach, cocktail in one hand and his fingers intertwined in the other. It was visceral and destined, like you’d kissed him a million times before; but what you were doing with him was all so new, so fresh, so fucking exhilarating that you hadn’t even realised he’d moved his lips to your neck, the soft spot beneath your ear being gently nibbled by his sharp teeth.

“You smell so good... like the first night we fucked,” Lando mumbled against your supple skin, eliciting the tiniest whimper to slip from your parted lips as he brushed the palms of his hands over your perky nipples.

“Hello to you,” He whispered, pressing a soft, smirking kiss to the top of your left boob before moving to the right, “And hello to you.”

“Oh my god,” You groaned at his words, barely slapping his bicep but still making him flinch, as his breathy giggle fanned across your chest, “Such a dork.” 

Lando removed his lips, reluctantly and stood up straight again, slightly towering over your smaller frame, “I remember you saying that you liked that about me…” He defended and suggestively winked, slowly walking you out from underneath the stream of water and towards the shower wall.

“I think it came up when you were touching yourself and moaning my name… Maybe? Can’t quite recall,” He toyed, knowing exactly what had happened last week when you texted him, ‘call me asap’ in the middle of the night.

“You are doing a lot of talking for a guy who replied with ‘I’m watching the new episode of Mandalorian, can’t call’, after I sent you a photo of me literally naked… You know what, maybe I should leave you hanging, now that you’ve so kindly brought it up.”

The whiny protest and strain in Lando’s eyes softened when he felt your hand graze his thigh, fingernails lightly scratching the skin so close to where he had been aching for you. He gasped at the sensation, starved of anyone’s touch besides his own for far too long. Your eyes met in the middle, a humorous smile twitching on the ridge of your mouth when he sucked in a deep breath and his bottom lip with it as you wrapped your hand around him, twisting gently.

Long strokes sent his eyelashes fluttering shut as he pushed you against the wet titled wall; skin slapping as your back made contact. His head was titled back from the pleasure coursing through his veins, somehow still attached to his body as he let out a strangled moan. He couldn’t think straight – the words magnificent and mind-blowing tumbling around his empty head until he heard a squeak and cracked open his eyes to see you turning around, hands pressed against the crimson tiles.

He noticed a hunger burning behind your stare when you glanced over your shoulder, ass brushing over his cock like a woman starved.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ever since I left your place in London,” You confessed as Lando dipped his head and trailed open-mouthed kisses down your back, "Think about it so much."

“Fuuuck,” He grumbled as you rolled your hips steadily, stroking him between your slightly parted thighs with a raspy moan, “Shower sex specifically?”

Lando’s question was punctuated with his tip nudging forward, gliding over your clit before sinking slowly into your warmth with a gruff exhale, “Shiiit.”

A soft giggle slipped from your lips as you leaned forward and rested your forehead against the wall, droplets of water dripping down the ceramic onto your flushed cheeks. Chills crawled down your spine as Lando roughly grasped your hips, fingertips kneading the skin as he slowly fucked into you.

“Shower sex had crossed my mind but honestly, I imagined it all…”

“Did it feel this good?” Lando asked with a knowing smile on his lips as he rocked into you, slow and steady, sensing that the occasion called for something gentle, "Because it didn't in my imagination." You shook your head and grasped his wrist, needing to feel his large hand on your stomach, “Not even close, baby… I want it all.”

Hearing you stake your claim for his heart and hint that maybe you wanted more than just a couple of one night stands strung together sent a surge of serotonin through Lando's hazy mind. It may have started that way; a subtle mention of 'no strings attached' so you could both keep your hearts safe but the countless hours talking on the phone, venting about your day as if you’d known each other for years proved that it was more. The way his touch set every inch of your skin alight proved to you that he was more.

He was the match to your fuse.

A gasp slipped from your lips when he pulled out, the emptiness feeling like a punishment for god knows what but Lando was quick to spin you around and pin your back against the cold wall, “Need to change it up otherwise we’ll be calling it a night very early.”

“Can’t handle the heat?” You teased, hoisting your leg to wrap around his thigh as he stretched you out again; eyes closing for a split second to adjust to his firm thrust.

“Oh, I’m doing great, pretty girl. Dunno about you though...” Lando whispered the last part as his hand skimmed down between your legs, thumb gliding over your sensitive nub ever so lightly – enough to have you hissing in pleasure.

“I am going so good..." You exhaled, trying to keep your cool but the scrunched up brows and slack jaw exposed you and he couldn't help but admire how fucking beautiful you looked meeting his snapping hips, deliciously synchronised .

"Keep touching me like that.”

You unclasped your claws that were digging into Lando's muscular biceps and slung your arms loosely over his shoulders, chest to chest and you could feel his heart beating. It was pumping under the taut skin, thrumming against your own as he rocked his hips into you, long, teasing strokes that were clouding your mind with all sorts of dangerous thoughts.

“I like being this close to you. You’re so warm and soft and god…” He rambled off with a moan and a gritted smile as you opened your eyes and held his face in your hands, smiling back.

“I like it too.”

The words got tangled in your throat as your nails dug into the back of his head, the pace now quickening to a level you’d never really been before with Lando. Sure, you'd had sex but this was different. It was pent up, building to an unparalleled crescendo that was washing over the both of you quicker than expected. Loud moans being swallowed in a desperate kiss, hands fumbling to grab hold of any inch of skin they could to pull you through your earth shattering high. Screams muted by the sound of running water.

And all you could do was ride it out while Lando held you upright, palms shaky and fingertips barely holding on as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck; curls tickling the sultry skin. The air was thick, humidity making everything sticky as your erratic breaths rattled against one another; chests connected, limbs tangled together as you stood under the water.

Wow, was all Lando rasped with no attempt of untangling himself from your embrace until your trembling fingers traced down his back, nails dragging over his supple skin finall brought him into your vision once again. Eyes misty and tired.

“I’m really pruny.” He stated and held up his wrinkling hand; a shy smile appeared on his plush lips as you laced your fingers with his.

You hummed and tucked a couple of the damp curls that had fallen into his face behind his pointy ears, “Shall I suggest continuing this on that massive fucking bed sitting in the middle of a room that’s bigger than my apartment?”

Lando chuckled and ghosted a soft, heart-racing kiss to your pursed lips as he reached for the towel he’d set out for himself, “It’s stupid how massive it is,” He bashfully confessed, wrapping your shivering body up and guiding you out to the warm bedroom.

“It’s… Lavish and maybe a little silly.”

There was comfortable silence as you glanced around the room again, noticing the pile of clothes that Lando had been kicking around on your call yesterday, “Yeah, sorry about the mess. I was gonna clear up but I didn’t expect you to get in so early tonight – I'm bad with time zones and all that shit.”

“Well you have a lot to keep track of with all the travelling so that’s understandable and don’t worry about the clothes, my floor is ten times worse than this.”

There was something familiar in the way you soothed his nerves and made his anxieties melt away with your words. He liked that about you, that no matter what stupid thing he’d said or done, you were either backing him up or affectionately ribbing him before mollifying his worries.

“Can’t wait to see it in person soon,” Lando blurted out, not even thinking about whether that was something you wanted or if your reassuring words warranted that intense of a response.

But you smiled and nodded, again, easing his blushing cheeks that were still burning from his high only minutes ago. There was a comfortable silence as you stood up from the end of the bed and let him bury you in one of the big, fluffy robes you’d noticed on your way in – the gold italic ‘H’ shining under the down lights as you tied the belt up, watching Lando do the same.

“Very soon, I hope.”

You sealed the promise with a kiss to his bottom lip, praying that you could be more than just a stranger he’d met by happenstance. More than an acquaintance who was simply a way to pass the time while he was away from home. Away from his creature comforts.

And if he did need you in his life like you needed him, then you definitely wanted to be his friend. Maybe more.

a//n – really been feeling the lando bug recently so let me know what you thought of this little one-shot! this will actually be the last of the #monzamashspecial celebrating 700 followers and funnily enough, i just passed 1k this morning, i think? so thank you all so much for the support. i still have a couple of great suggestions that i will get to next so keep an eye for that x masterlist | askbox

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Fireworks - Choi Seungcheol

Summary: At first, you were only talking about seeing Singapore one day, but now you are in Singapore with your boyfriend Seungcheol. He has planned this whole trip for you which made you extremely happy. But not only that. Seungcheol had planned so much more. More than you had ever imagined.

Singapore was known for its beautiful landscape and incredibly outstanding architecture. It was always your dream to see it live one day. You just never thought it would happen this early, and so fast.

Only 2 years ago you told your boyfriend Seungcheol about it. It was not because you wanted him to buy you a trip to Singapore, no it was more the fact that you were talking about destinations and trips you wanted to do in the future. Singapore simply came up for the future.

But now, two years after that conversation you stood in Singapore on the shore overlooking the water. Your boyfriend was right next to you.

“Is it better than you had ever imagined?” he asked.

“It truly is. Sure, I have seen photos from all the places we have seen but, being there and seeing it with your own eyes, is something else.” You responded.

“What was your favourite so far?” Seungcheol looked at you, admiring the way you looked while the wind was blowing softly.

“I think so far it was the Marina Bay Sands”, you looked at him and met his gaze. “But I think this boat trip will top it. Seeing the whole Singapore skyline at night? A dream coming true.” You smiled.

Seungcheol smiled as well and hugged you while waiting for the boat to dock. “It will be magical for sure” he looked to the water and examined the boat that was docking.

When you walk down to the boat the sun has already set and Seungcheol helped you on the boat, holding your hand so you won’t slip. “It’s not that slippery.” You took his hand, nevertheless. Seungcheol wouldn’t accept you not taking his hand. No matter how the weather was, whether there were stairs or a slope, Seungcheol was there to help you even if you did not need it.

You went upstairs to the platform of the boat, so you had the best view of Singapore. Seungcheol sat down and you sat across from him, but you were holding hands on the table in front of you.

“Do you want to eat something?” he asked taking the menu from the table.

“No, but I’d like to drink something warm.” You responded.

“Sure, shall I read it out for you what we have? The card is in Chinese.” He looked up to you.

You nodded and Seungcheol read out beverages on the menu, and you decided on your favourite warm beverage. It will be nice drinking it and watching Singapore at night.

Seungcheol also took just a small drink but nothing to eat. You had to admit that he wasn’t eating much the whole day, he always said that he would eat later but now he hasn’t eaten again. You would decide later what restaurant you’d go to so your boyfriend would get something to eat. It was something you disliked. When he skipped meals just because.

Seungcheol and you were sitting as he suddenly looked up to the sky and you followed his eyes. “What are we looking at?” You asked.

“This is for you,” he responded and looked at you as suddenly fireworks started, right at the skyline from Singapore.

“You made this for me?!?” You asked shocked.

“Yes, because look at the sky between the fireworks.” He said while taking something out of his pocket. But you didn’t pay attention to what he took out because you were focused on the drones between the fireworks and saw that they formed letters. Not letters but words. And those words said, “Marry me”. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you saw Seungcheol next to the table on one knee. He smiled and looked at you. “I thought about how to do this the right way and decided this is the most romantic way. Will you make me the honour and be my wife?”

You nodded and sobbed as he put the ring on your finger. The boat applauded and was happy for you two.

“I can't believe you arranged whole fireworks and probably included the captain to go here.”

“Yes, the captain was involved. I asked him if he could slightly change his route here because I arranged fireworks and the drones here. And he agreed.” Seungcheol explained, holding your hand again.

“This easily?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well after I told him that I wanted to propose to my girlfriend of three years he suddenly agreed,”  he responded.

“Ah, love is indeed stronger than anything.” You mused.

“They don’t say the words ‘at the end love wins’ for no reason.” he smiled.

“True.” You beamed at him. “I can’t wait to tell Joshua about this proposal. Or did you already tell him?”

“No Joshua doesn’t know. Jeonghan does though.” Seungcheol explained. “But I think Joshua has an idea as he saw me shopping in a jewellery store.”

“Ah, then he probably knows.” You smiled. “But I will still talk about this because this proposal is better than anything. No woman could ever wish for something like this, and I didn’t even dare to do that. But here I was, getting this kind of proposal.” You beamed.

“Only the best for you.” Seungcheol kissed your hand with the ring on your finger.

“Was this the reason why you were not eating?” You asked after a short moment of silence.

“Yes, I was so nervous that I couldn’t eat anything. It was just too many thoughts,” he admitted, laughing a little.

“Then let us eat something now. Maybe let’s share this dish? I wouldn’t be able to eat one whole portion but with you together we could manage.”

“If you want that we can do that. Because I am very hungry now that the nervousness has disappeared.”

“Then order it, please?” You pouted.

“Sure” he smiled and ordered the dish. After that, he turned back to you who looked at him while your head was leaning on your hand.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked you.

“I am just very happy to have you as my fiancé.” You beamed.

“And I am so relieved you said yes. Imagine, you say no and everyone on this boat sees it.” Seungcheol chuckled.

“Give me one reason why I would say no.” You looked at him and removed a lint from his jacket.

“Now that I am content, and you said yes. I can’t think of any.” Seungcheol chuckled.

“Because there is no reason.” You smiled.

“Alright.” he smiled and removed his hand from you but only for the waiter to put the food on your table.

“Enjoy the food, my love.” Seungcheol smiled and started to eat. And so did you, enjoying Singapore night, with your now fiancé and delicious dish and beverage.

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[leclerc-s]

the blue - part six

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amelia holland WHY IS SINGAPORE SO FUCKING HUMID???

sam holland YOU'RE IN FUCKING SINGAPORE?? YOU WERE ONLY HOME FOR A WEEK BEFORE FLYING OFF TO ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY!! THE WHOLE POINT OF YOU NOT TOURING WAS FOR YOU TO BE HOME??

amelia holland BUT MY MAN IS IN SINGAPORE??

sam holland YOUR MAN?? WHO THE FUCK IS YOUR MAN??

amelia holland lewis hamilton duh

harry holland she's so real for that tuwaine barrett that's a mood

harrison osterfield are you officially dating oscar yet?

tom holland why do you want to know? you have a girlfriend.

harrison osterfield not anymore. we broke up.

zendaya oh for fucks sake.

amelia holland i am. i have been since monza.

harrison osterfield oh. never thought he was your type.

amelia holland and what did you think my type was? you?

sam holland WOAH WHAT? AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING BETWEEN THOSE TWO? tuwaine barrett god sam, get with the program. harrison played with your sister's heart. cheated on his girlfriend with her, emotionally, for months. listen to the love is embarrassing ep to get it. sam holland HE'S THE WEIRD SECOND STRING LOSER? HARRISON WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU IT ON SIGHT BITCH!

tom holland YOU'RE OFFICIALLY DATING OSCAR?? OH MY GOD FUCKING FINALLY!

harry holland SHE'LL FINALLY STOP TELLING US ABOUT HER STUPID CRUSH!

amelia holland DON’T TELL MUM! I WANT TO TELL HER MYSELF!

tuwaine barrett BABY HOLLAND FINALLY GOT A BOYFRIEND!! THIS IS CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION!

sam holland DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS TUWAINE!

tom holland STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T LIKE THE GUY!

SINGAPORE 2023

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singapore, you're great but why are you humid?? i'm dying over here.

spotted at a restaurant in singapore. will this be the week red bull loses? god i hope so. sorry max, i still love you, please don't hate me.

singapore, you're beautiful.

oscaroo! have some decency man!

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if anyone spots this loser please tell him we got lost. we need help getting back to the hotel and we don't fucking know the name of the hotel!!

BESTIE GOT P2!! LANDO'S ON THE PODIUM! (not congratulating carlos because he thinks he's lando's bestie, clearly it's me)

WOAH! THAT'S MY BESTIE!!! LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

JAPAN 2023

amelia holland HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! GUESS WHO'S IN FUCKING JAPAN??

tom holland daniel?

amelia holland SEBASTIAN VETTEL! I GET TO MEET SEBASTIAN FUCKING VETTEL!!! OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!

sam holland WHAT THE FUCK!! SOMEONE GET ME FUCKING TICKETS TO SUZUKA! I HAVE TO BE THERE!

tom holland LIFE ISN'T FAIR!!

zendaya you three truly are children.

amelia holland IT'S SEBASTIAN FUCKING VETTEL Z!! HE'S A LEGEND! THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD TOP THIS WOULD BE MEETING MICHAEL SCHUMACHER!!

harry holland you can meet his son? mick? he's mercedes reserve driver

amelia holland OH MY GOD YOU'RE RIGHT!!

harrison osterfield are you going to end up dating mick too?

tom holland dude, what the fuck?

amelia holland no because i'm not you. i don't cheat on my significant others asshole.

tuwaine barrett YOU'RE MEETING SEBASTIAN VETTEL??

tuwaine barrett also, what the fuck harrison?? stop being a fucking dick??

tuwaine barrett you weird second string loser

harry holland FOUL!!! get you're fucking shit together osterfield. hop off my sister's dick.

zendaya anyways, tell the boys i say good luck this week!

amelia holland lando just let out the most unholy screech i've ever heard because and i quote "zendaya fucking coleman just wished us good luck."

amelia holland charlie is being salty because he wasn't wished good luck by zendaya.

harrison osterfield charlie?

tom holland i wish him luck!

amelia holland he says he'll blame you if he ends up lower than 5th.

tom holland WHAT THE FUCK? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS??

amelia holland GET YOUR OWN FRIENDS TOM!

tuwaine barrett GOOD LUCK TO MCLAREN THIS WEEK!

ameliaholland whoever said i would cry when oscaroo got his first podium, you were fucking right. enjoy the close up of me crying after i saw it happen.

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username girl we all knew this was going to happen. you cried in japan when lando got p2

↳ username not to mention she cried when she met seb

↳ ameliaholland okay no need to call me out guys i get it.

tomholland2013 YEAH! GO OSCAR!

↳ username we love a supportive brother-in-law!

landonorris you straight up bawled your fucking eyes out. charles was concerned you were going to be dehydrated.

charles_leclerc i expect this sort of enthusiasm when i get a win or podium

↳ ameliaholland honestly just get a p3 with that fucking tractor and i'll cry tears of happiness for you.

zendaya i believe i am the reason for this

↳ oscarpiastri i think you are, please keep sending good vibes our way

↳ landonorris we couldn't let you down

↳ username WE ARE THRIVING HERE AT MCLAREN BECAUSE THE ZENDAYA SENT GOOD VIBES OUR WAY

mclaren admin is worried, are you okay ms.holland?

↳ ameliaholland i'm fine, oscar gave me a bunch of water

samholland1999 ROOKIE OF THE YEAR! (sorry logan)

↳ logansargeant no i get it, i have him saved as rookie of the year on my phone (i lost a dare)

↳ ameliaholland i told you not to bet against me and here you are looking like an idiot on my instagram comments

↳ username i want to know what this bet was

tuwaine YEAH! WHO KNEW SENDING GOOD VIBES MCLAREN'S WAY WOULD LEAD TO THIS?

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¡leclerc-s speaks! VEGAS QUALI HERE WE GO! (i am not excited for this)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Singapore GP part 2

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The sun bore down on the track as I settled into my car for Practice 3. The heat shimmered off the asphalt, making the circuit look like a mirage in the desert. My engineer’s voice came over the radio as I pulled out of the garage.

“Alright, let’s do a few race simulations. Keep it smooth, and let us know how the balance feels.”

The laps started off fine—steady pace, good feedback from the car. I was starting to feel the groove, envisioning how I’d attack certain corners during the race. But as I hit the apex of Turn 8, something felt... wrong.

“Uh, guys,” I said into the radio, frowning as I fought with the steering. “Something’s off. Feels like I’m losing power on the straights.”

“Copy that, we’re seeing it on the data. Box, box,” came the reply.

I limped back to the pit lane, frustration bubbling under the surface. By the time the mechanics started investigating, I was already out of the car, pacing near the monitors.

“It’s the ERS,” Marcus said after a tense ten minutes. “We’ll need to replace some components, but you’ll be fine for tomorrow.”

I nodded, exhaling sharply. I hated losing track time, especially during a session this crucial, but there wasn’t much I could do. As the minutes ticked by, I watched other drivers complete their runs, mentally taking notes while the mechanics worked on the car.

The next day, Qualifying loomed, and the pressure was palpable. By now, the car was fixed, and I was determined to make up for lost time.

Q1 was smooth—I managed to clock a competitive time and made it to Q2 without a hitch. The car felt sharp, responsive, almost like it was making up for yesterday’s troubles.

By the time we hit Q3, my nerves were a cocktail of excitement and determination. Every corner mattered now.

“Alright, let’s push,” my engineer said as I started my final flying lap.

The car danced through the corners, each turn feeling like an extension of myself. Sector one—purple. Sector two—green. I pushed harder through the final chicane, my tires squealing in protest as I crossed the line.

“P7,” my engineer said over the radio, his tone almost celebratory. “Great lap! Fernando is P6, this is a great look for the team.” 

“What about Franco?”

“Franco in P12.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, a smile breaking across my face. P7. Not only was I starting in the top ten, but I’d qualified right behind my teammate.

As I climbed out of the car and waved to the fans, I caught sight of Fernando. He gave me a small nod of approval, a gesture that felt like a victory in itself, even if he wasn’t smiling.

Franco, on the other hand, was standing off to the side, shaking his head in mock disbelief when I passed him. “Alright, Hermosa,” he called out with a grin. “Don’t get too comfortable ahead of me.”

I laughed, the weight of yesterday’s frustration finally lifting. Tomorrow was race day, and I was ready to fight.

The city lights of Singapore reflected off the wet streets as the three of us stepped into a cozy restaurant tucked away from the chaos of the paddock. Franco had picked the spot, insisting that it was far enough from the main driver's haunts to avoid the usual media frenzy.

“Table for three,” Franco said with a charming grin as the host led us to a quiet corner.

I slid into the booth beside Lando while Franco took the seat opposite us. The tension from earlier—my battle in Qualifying, the weight of the weekend—started to melt away as the aroma of food filled the air.

“You know,” Lando began, glancing at me with a smirk, “you could’ve let Franco have P7. Would’ve been nice to have you further back so I wouldn’t have to worry about you at the start.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Please, you got pole. Like I’m even in your mirrors.”

“Exactly my point!” Lando teased, and Franco chuckled as he picked up the menu.

As we settled into conversation, my gaze wandered across the restaurant. In the far corner, a table of familiar faces caught my attention—several other drivers were eating together, laughing and chatting like old friends. Fernando, Carlos, Pierre, Alex, and even Sergio were there. For a moment, I felt the sting of exclusion, but I tried to push it aside.

Franco noticed where my eyes had landed and cleared his throat. “You okay, Hermosa?”

I forced a smile. “Yeah, just... didn’t realize everyone else was here.”

“They always do this,” Lando said softly, his tone lacking its usual playfulness. “It’s kind of a thing. They keep it tight-knit, you know?”

I blinked, looking between the two of them. “You knew about this?”

Franco nodded, his expression serious. “We did. And we chose to be here instead.”

Lando leaned closer, his voice quieter but filled with sincerity. “Look, you don’t need them. They’re stuck in their little circle, and they don’t see what you do. You’re proving yourself every single weekend, and if they can’t see that, it’s on them.”

The lump in my throat threatened to choke me, but I managed a small smile. “Thanks, guys.”

Franco grinned, breaking the tension. “Enough of this sappy stuff. Let’s order before I starve.”

The night ended on a lighter note, filled with laughter and stories, the earlier sting of rejection fading as I realized that, with Franco and Lando by my side, I wasn’t entirely alone.

The humidity was oppressive as I sat in my car on race day, the grid bustling with activity. Lando was on pole, radiating confidence, while I prepared for the challenge ahead from P7.

The lights went out, and chaos erupted. I managed to hold my position through the first corner, but the car felt off almost immediately.

“Something’s not right,” I radioed in, fighting to keep control through Turn 5.

“Copy that,” my engineer replied. “We’re seeing it too. Keep pushing if you can; we’ll adjust strategy.”

For the next 15 laps, I wrestled the car, the balance off and the rear sliding unpredictably through the tighter corners. Drivers behind me loomed dangerously close, and I had to dig deep to keep them at bay.

Fernando, in P6, was a constant figure ahead of me. I could feel his presence as both a motivator and a challenge, his car tauntingly steady compared to mine.

Lap by lap, I fought back, leaning into the anger, the determination that had carried me this far. By the final stint, I found a rhythm, the car stabilizing enough for me to push.

When the checkered flag waved, I crossed the line in P6, a mix of exhaustion and relief washing over me.

“P6,” my engineer confirmed. “Well done, great recovery.”

As I rolled back into the pits, I caught sight of Lando climbing out of his car, his arms raised in victory. Pole to win—it was his day. But as he looked toward me, a smile broke across his face, and he gave me a thumbs-up.

Franco jogged over as I climbed out of my car, his grin as wide as ever. “See? I told you you’d survive. Now let’s go find Lando and celebrate.” I laughed, letting the tension of the race melt away. 

Franco and I made our way through the bustling paddock, weaving through the sea of team personnel and media. The cheers from McLaren's garage were unmistakable, and it wasn’t hard to spot Lando—his beaming grin and the sea of orange-clad crew celebrating his victory made him stand out like a beacon.

“There’s our winner!” Franco called out, throwing an arm around Lando’s shoulders as soon as we reached him. “Pole to win, mate! And you were worried you’d choke!”

Lando laughed, shoving Franco lightly. “Please, I was never worried. Just making it look dramatic for you lot.”

“Sure you were,” I teased, stepping closer. “You looked ready to pass out on the grid.”

“I call that focus,” Lando shot back, sticking his tongue out before pulling me into a quick hug. “But seriously, thanks for coming. It means a lot.”

The celebration was warm and chaotic, with McLaren’s garage buzzing with energy. Oscar joined the group a few moments later, his quiet demeanor contrasting with Lando’s exuberance, but he was smiling nonetheless.

“Hey, Oscar,” Franco greeted with his usual charm, nudging me subtly. “You’ve met our girl here, right?”

Oscar nodded, his smile polite but genuine. “We’ve crossed paths a few times. Great job out there, by the way,” he said, glancing at me. “P6 with car troubles? That’s impressive.”

“Thanks,” I replied, genuinely surprised by his compliment.

“She’s been outdriving you for a while, mate,” Lando joked, earning a mock glare from his teammate.

“Careful,” Oscar warned playfully, “I’m still faster in the simulator.”

The banter flowed easily, and I found myself laughing along with them, the weight of the past few weeks easing with every joke and story shared.

At some point, Lando raised his drink—a bottle of water, still in full celebration mode but with tomorrow in mind. “To good races, great friends, and proving every doubter wrong.”

The four of us clinked our bottles together, the unspoken camaraderie cementing itself in the shared moment.

As the night wore on, I couldn’t help but notice how seamlessly Oscar fit into the dynamic. While quieter than Franco and Lando, he had a subtle wit that added to the conversation, and his genuine interest in getting to know me felt like a small but meaningful victory.

“Guess we’ve got a new regular for our dinner outings,” Franco remarked as we started to head out.

“Careful,” Lando quipped, “Oscar’s competitive. He might take over my friend spot.”

Oscar smirked. “Not a chance. I’m not sure I can handle both of you.”

We all laughed as we left the McLaren garage, the Singapore night alive with energy. For the first time in weeks, I felt like part of something bigger than just the race. It wasn’t about the rumors, the past, or the doubters anymore. It was about moments like these—building friendships that could weather whatever the world threw at us.

And as I walked back to the hotel that night, surrounded by laughter and lighthearted teasing, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t alone anymore.

[buffetlicious]

Mum said she was not cooking so I suggested ordering from Pizza Hut Singapore. So I went down to the restaurant to order their new menu item, the Cheesy 7 Garlic Buttermilk Chicken Pop Pizza (S$34.90) which had 7 cheeses plus garlic buttermilk sauce, topped with fan favourite spicy chicken pops and button mushrooms.

For the next pizza, I chose Seafood Deluxe (S$28.80) from their specialty range. Mum loves the juicy prawns marinated in spices, succulent squid and tasty tuna in this pizza. Everything went well until I tapped my credit card to pay. I had forgotten to ask if they still have the 50% promotion so I ended up paying the freaking full price of S$63.70 for two regular pan pizzas!!! 

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[mileapo]

Mile & Apo: It takes two to triumph

IN THE GLITZY REALM OF entertainment, where talent often shines like a beacon, there occasionally emerges a pair of stars whose chemistry transcends the screen. Such is the case with Mile and Apo, two charismatic Thai actors whose TV show KinnPorsche has become a global sensation, watched by millions of viewers from Russia and India, to Poland and Peru.

The two have risen from relative obscurity to become the new ambassadors of Dior, mobbed by teenage girls when they arrived in Mumbai earlier this year to attend a Dior fashion show.

On the surface, the Thai series KinnPorsche seems to have thrown the rulebook of “How to make a hit TV show” out the window. It is a mafia story filled with surly men, bloody gang fights and epic shoot-outs – which, yes, is a mainstay of TV programming. But the radical twist is this: the two main characters are a mafia boss’ son (played by Mile) and his male bodyguard (played by Apo) who – surprise, surprise – fall in love with each other.

In the history of TV, there has never been a hit crime series centred on a gay plot. But when KinnPorsche debuted in April 2022 on Thai TV and global streaming service iQiyi, it almost instantly became the top trending title in neighbouring countries such as Singapore, Indonesia, Malaysia, Vietnam and the Philippines.

Soon after, it claimed Europe, finding particular popularity in Poland, Turkey, Italy and France. Then it stormed its way into North and South America, where it was a top trending topic in the US, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Ecuador and Colombia.

No one – not even the cast and producers – thought the show would be this successful. It seems to have fed into some untapped market for female audiences who love action shows, but don’t care to see yet another threateningly perfect actress couple up with their fantasy man.

If you ask any fan what it is about the show that makes them sweat, swoon or quiver with delight, they’ll answer quite simply: Mile and Apo.

Double or nothing

At their photo shoot in Bangkok’s top restaurant Nusara, which overlooks the splendid temple complex Wat Pho, the models-turned-actors are in their element. They tailor their bodies and facial expressions instinctively for the camera, conveying a range of emotions, from sultry and mysterious to bright and playful. The slinky Dior suits, with their clean lines and minimal embellishments, don’t hurt either.

Mile (or Phakphum Romsaithong) and Apo (or Nattawin Wattanagitiphat) recently released their new film Man Suang in cinemas. It is a big-budget political thriller set during the 19th century reign of Rama III, replete with historically authentic sets and costumes.

Apo plays a traditional dancer who is recruited to spy in an elite club and uncover a plot to overthrow the order of the king. Finding a kindred spirit in the club’s taphon drummer (played by Mile), the two team up to stop the underground rebellion.

Speaking with the help of a translator, Mile, 31, explains: “We hope the movie reaches out to a wide audience. We wanted it to have both commercial and critical success, something that could show Thai history and culture to the world, but also be fun and entertaining enough to be a popcorn movie for the masses.”

Both actors note how T-pop (the shorthand for Thai popular entertainment) has been hyped as the next global sensation after K-pop and J-pop, following the massive success of Thai stars such as Lisa Manobal, Bright Vachirawit and Win Opas-iamkajorn.

“And it can happen,” says Apo, 29, also through a translator. “Thai people are very humble, gentle, hardworking and friendly. We can blend into any culture. If anything, Thailand has served as a melting pot for different cultures – just as Singapore has. Our culture can be easily embraced by the world.”

The duo believes that the global audience has transformed in recent times. “They’re now more welcoming of stories from different parts of the world, especially if those stories involve characters going on a journey to discover themselves and make themselves better, stronger, wiser and happier,” says Apo. “That’s why when I look for new projects these days, I look for the ones that carry the messages of self-actualisation.”

Mile concurs, adding: “I’ve always believed in ‘high risk, high return’. KinnPorsche was a risky proposition, because it took a mafia crime genre and placed it in the Boy Love category (a niche genre involving gay romance). But I believed in the project’s potential from the start – even if I never thought it’d become the cultural phenomenon that it is today. Its success has only strengthened my belief in ‘high risk, high return’.”

One-two punch

The road to success has been winding for both actors. Though born with the magnetic allure of leading men, they’ve had to work hard to secure roles over countless rivals, as strikingly handsome as they are. Having appeared in smaller parts before, it was the smash success of KinnPorsche – a show that almost didn’t get made because of funding issues – that catapulted them into not just the Thai limelight, but the global stratosphere.

Asked what Dior’s artistic director Kim Jones thinks of KinnPorsche, the duo laughs. Apo says: “We don’t know if he’s seen the show – we didn’t ask him. But we do know that our fans had been bombarding his Instagram account for a while, telling him about us, asking him to check us out, before he signed us up – well, at least that’s what he told us when we met him for the first time.”

“But for all you know, he could be binge-watching the series right now,” quips Mile, prompting another round of chuckles.

As the two men trade jokes in Thai, it’s clear that they share a genuine friendship. Their camaraderie is palpable, adding an extra layer of authenticity to their on-screen chemistry. Their behind-the-scenes antics and playful banter in candid posts have become fan fodder, launching thousands of TikTok videos and memes.

Mile says: “We’ve only become better friends in these past two-and-a-half years. We’ve become more synchronised, and our mindsets and energies are moving at the same pace. I can look at Apo and more or less understand what’s going on in his mind. We have small conflicts, of course – it’s normal among friends – but it’s usually something so minor, we can resolve it quickly.”

The best part of their friendship? Their shared love of dad jokes – that genre of silly, cheesy jokes with predictable punchlines that fathers supposedly love to tell their kids.

But Mile confesses: “I don’t tell dad jokes because I like them, to be honest. What I really, really want to tell are smart jokes, witty jokes… But I’m so bad at making jokes that they always come across as dad jokes, no matter how hard I try.”

Apo interjects: “Do you wanna hear a good dad joke?” Then, switching from Thai to halting English, he says slowly: “Hey you… watch where you walk… or you will… fall… into… my heart.”

[colourme-feral]

A youtuber who reviews Thai BL novels did a video on the Step by Step novel and its spoilers. It’s very spoilery and the spoilers mentioned are under the cut if you don’t want to watch the video.

(I don't think this was specifically included in the show, so I'm including these details:)

- Pat starts his job after getting a Master's Degree.

- Pat graduated from the US and has interned in companies in the US and Singapore.

- After months of working together, Jeng often keeps his eye on Pat, who has become his favourite subordinate because of his work, and thinks of him outside of work. Jeng also starts asking Pat to have dinner together after work and offers Pat rides home when Pat needs to work overtime.

- On an out-of-town work trip together, Jeng realises he has developed feelings for Pat. He then tries to find ways to take care of Pat discreetly, such as him organising a lunch party in order to have Pat try his food and show off his cooking as well.

- Despite Jeng's efforts to be closer to Pat, Pat didn't feel like they were close and is still traumatised by how Jeng was like prior to Pat's hard-hitting review of Jeng as a manager. As such, Pat doesn't realise that Jeng is actually interested in him. Since Jeng is unable to openly pursue Pat due to his position, several people end up showing their interest in Pat; Put being one of them.

- When they meet for the first time, Put is becomes interested in Pat and starts pursuing him. Pat also likes Put quite a lot and they hang out for a few months. During this period, Jeng decides to hold back on pursuing Pat so that he doesn't get heartbroken and stops talking to Pat about random topics after work, only discussing work matters. Noticing that, Pat is confused and thinks that Jeng has changed, which he doesn't like. After a few months together, Pat and Put's relationship isn't going well, so Pat decides to end things.

- After Pat becomes single again, Jeng starts discussing non-work related topics with him again. They head to a bar one night and there's an incident at the bar, which results in Jeng confessing his feelings to Pat, which surprises Pat. Pat doesn't believe this confession and starts criticising Jeng for other things. He even starts to question whether all the compliments Jeng paid him for his work were true, which hurts Jeng. On top of which, Pat tells Jeng to stop contacting him about anything other than work and to only have a boss employee relationship, which Jeng agrees to. Jeng keeps his word, but the changes confuse Pat, making him feel lonely. ( -> I feel another P&P parallel coming???)

- A few weeks after the confession, Jeng announces to the division that he is leaving his job, shocking Pat. This results in Pat reevaluating his feelings for Jeng and unable to see Jeng anymore causes Pat to realise his feelings for him.

- After the realisation, Pat starts goes to see Jeng. One day, Pat is unable to keep his feelings to himself anymore and confesses to Jeng at Jeng's restaurant. Jeng is delighted and agrees to date.

- After being together for 8 years and going through ups and downs together, the pair gets married in the final scene. Pat's dad also gives a touching speech at their wedding.

- The reviewer also said that the later chapters are filled with NC scenes.

- The reviewer also mentions that the genre is a slice of life/slow burn, with an emphasis on the slow. The later chapters are really long, with each being over 100 pages.

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星洲炒米粉 / Xing zhou chao mei fun (Singapore noodles)

This dish fries steamed noodles and assorted vegetables in a mildly spicy curry paste, made from a bespoke curry powder and a blend of fresh aromatics. The result is a crispy, chewy, complex, warming stir-fry with notes of turmeric, liquorice root, and cinnamon.

Though this dish is referred to as "Singapore noodles," vermicelli dishes common in Singapore do not include curry powder! These "Singapore" noodles in fact originated in Hong Kong 茶餐廳 (cha chaan teng; Western-influenced cafés), and gained popularity between the 1940s and 60s. They combine British influence (in the form of curry powder) with the rice noodles common in Chinese, Malay, and Indian cooking; the reference to Singapore is perhaps a nod to the cosmopolitan, "exotic" atmosphere of these cafés.

This is a vegan version of a dish that often also includes shrimp, char siu, or chicken. Instructions for a vegan version of the typical sliced fried egg topping are included.

Recipe under the cut!

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Serves 3-4.

Ingredients:

For the dish:

200g vermicelli rice noodles (bee hoon / mi fen; 米粉)

4 green onions, greens and whites separated

1/2 medium yellow onion, thinly sliced

1 medium (50g) julienned red mild chili (such as aji dulce), or 1/4 medium red bell pepper

1 medium (50g) julienned green mild chili, or 1/4 medium green bell pepper

1 bunch yellow chives

Small handful bean sprouts

3-inch piece (40g) carrot, julienned

1 tsp table salt, or to taste

Large pinch MSG (optional)

Rice vermicelli (also known as bee hoon / bihun, mee hoon / mihun, or mi fen) are long, fine rice noodles. They should not be confused with semolina vermicelli. They may be purchased at an east or southeast Asian grocery store; Chinese, Vietnamese, or Thai rice vermicelli will all work. I used Hai Ca Vang rice vermicelli, which I like in this dish for how well they stand up to stir-frying, and the chewy bite they give to the final dish.

Yellow chives are simply chives that have less color because they are grown out of the sun. They may be found in a Chinese grocery store; if you can't get your hands on any, omit them or substitute more bean sprouts.

For the curry paste:

4 tsp curry powder Singapura, or to taste

3 cloves garlic

4 Thai shallots, or 1 Western shallot

1-inch chunk (10g) ginger

1/4 medium yellow onion

White of 1 stalk lemongrass (optional)

1 bay leaf (optional)

Some versions of Singapore noodles are flavored entirely with curry powder, or (if a spicier curry powder is being used) with a mix of curry powder and turmeric; home cooks tend to include less curry powder or paste than restaurants do. You could decrease the amount of curry powder down to about a teaspoon for a home cook version of this dish. If you aren't making your own, Singapore curry powder (咖哩粉) can be purchased online from specialty spice retailers, or from a Hong Kongese brand such as Koon Yick Wah Kee; you could also substitute another mild, sweet curry powder, such as Japanese curry powder (S&B is a popular brand).

You could skip prepping the aromatics as well by purchasing a jar of ready-made Chinese curry paste (咖哩醬) from a brand such as Koon Yick Wah Kee (whose blend consists of curry powder hydrated with white vinegar and soybean oil); Malaysian curry paste would be a good substitute. Some recipes make a quick homemade curry paste by combining curry powder with salt (1 tsp), sugar (1 tsp), oyster sauce (1 Tbsp), water (2 Tbsp), and sometimes chili sauce, and add this sauce to the noodles as they are fried. I prefer versions of the dish that add fresh aromatics, though—I think they round out the curry powder by providing a flavorful base for it. You can experiment until you get the flavor and texture you prefer.

For the egg:

1/4 cup (60mL) coconut milk, or water

1/2 tsp ground turmeric

1/4 - 1/3 tsp kala namak (black salt)

1/4 tsp ground white pepper (optional)

1/2 tsp Liaojiu (Chinese cooking wine)

Liaojiu will likely be labelled "Shaoxing wine" in English. For an alcohol-free version, use ume plum vinegar or apple cider vinegar. The wine is used to flavor and cut the 'egginess' of the eggs.

This recipe usually calls for eggs, liaojiu, and salt. The turmeric and white pepper add flavor and color; the kala namak provides an eggy taste.

Instructions:

1. Prepare the aromatics. Peel and chop the garlic; mince the onion and shallots; scrub and mince the ginger (there's no need to peel it). Divide the whites of the green onions from the greens, and mince the whites.

Pull away any tough outer leaves of lemongrass. Separate the yellow / white section from the green, and cut off the root end. Reserve the green to flavor soup stocks. Thinly slice the white of the lemongrass widthwise, then pass the knife through for another few minutes to mince very thoroughly.

For a "saucier" noodle dish, pulverize the aromatics in a mortar and pestle or a blender rather than mincing them.

2. Prepare the vegetables. Cut peppers into a thin julienne; julienne the carrots; thinly slice the onion. Cut the greens of green onions, bean sprouts, and chives into 1 1/2 or 2” pieces.

3. Cook the noodles. Soak noodles in just-boiled water for about 90 seconds, or until they break when pinched firmly. Depending on the thickness of your noodles, they may need as much as 2-3 minutes.

Drain the noodles, but don’t rinse them. Spread them out on a baking sheet and cover to allow to steam for 10 minutes. With oiled hands, gently pull apart and untangle the noodles. Cut them in a few places with kitchen scissors to make stir-frying easier.

4. Cook the egg garnish. Whisk all ingredients for the egg together in a small bowl. Heat a wok over medium heat for several minutes, then add in a couple teaspoons of oil and swirl to coat the surface of the wok. Pour ‘egg’ into the bottom of the wok, then lower heat to low and allow to cook until darkened and solidified on top. Flip and cook the other side on medium-high until browned in places. Remove from wok and thinly slice.

5. Cook the vegetables. Heat wok on high for several minutes. Add in a couple teaspoons of oil and swirl to coat. Fry sliced onions, agitating often, for about 30 seconds; add carrots and fry another 30 seconds. Add peppers and cook for another 20-30 seconds. Remove from wok.

Cook chives or bean sprouts for 30 seconds to a minute, until slightly wilted, and remove.

6. Make the curry paste. Add another couple teaspoons of oil to the wok. Fry the aromatics (whether minced or pulverized) and bay leaf, stirring often, until fragrant, about 2 minutes. Lower heat to low, then add the curry powder and stir. Immediately add another couple teaspoons of oil, or enough to create a bit of sauce (the amount will vary based on how much curry powder you've added).

If you're using pre-made curry paste, just fry it for 30 seconds or a minute until fragrant. If you're using a mix of vegetarian oyster sauce, water, salt, and sugar, skip this step.

7. Fry the noodles. Raise the heat to medium-high. Add the noodles and stir to coat evenly. Allow noodles to sit for a minute or two, then flip with chopsticks or tongs and allow to fry again. This will help the noodles to fry and brown.

Do this a few times until noodles are evenly toasted, 4-5 minutes. Add salt and MSG (or oyster sauce mixture) and stir to coat. Add in vegetables, egg, and green onions and cook for another minute until green onions are wilted.