#and i do genuinely love all these drivers and duos

[heartburiedingreece]

Reject modernity

Embrace tradition

[damiansgoodgirll]

I just read “think I need someone older” and omg it was so so angsty and so so good! I was hoping to request sort of the reverse where Damian has a crush on reader (same age gap and everything) and he’s worried that she doesn’t feel the same and all of his conflicting emotions in having feelings for someone much younger than him. Angst would be great too but the ending is totally up to you! 🖤

omg love this idea! a little similar to the other one!

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

‼️a little angsty, some feels, sexual tension, age gap between damian and reader

beautiful angel

damian felt like something was wrong with him but he couldn’t help it. he couldn’t stop looking at you everytime you were at the gym together and you were training with him or rhea. he couldn’t help but love your company, even if it was just for the amount of time he would drop you back home. he just loved being in your presence and he couldn’t understand why.

he felt weird for even looking in your direction sometimes. he was way older than you and in his eyes you were just a young spirit full of life.

you, being in your early twenties, wanted to live your life at fullest. you were building your own career in wrestling, you were trying to do as many fun new things and adventures as you could. and damian felt like if he tried anything with you, he would stop you from doing that.

he was attracted by you. not only by your looks, even if he thought that you were the most beautiful person he ever met, he was attracted by your personality, your kind and genuine self, your funny side, he was attracted by you.

he was happily looking at you as you were training with rhea. he didn’t know what you told her but he didn’t missed the laughs escaping her lips.

“you coming too damian?” rhea woke him from his dream.

“sorry?” he apologised, feeling like the missed all of the conversation you were having before.

“y/n asked us if we want to join her tonight, she’s going to this new club downtown” rhea explained “i’m definitely going”

“oh” he thought about it for a moment. he was a party boy. he never missed going to clubs and having fun but you two never actually went together so he didn’t know how he should behave “yes…count me in” he faked a smile that turned genuine when he saw you happily jumping in the ring.

once you all finished your training, damian offered to drop you off at home, as usual. he was so whipped that he even let you play your pop playlist in his car. he never done that for anyone except you.

“you and rhea went hard today” he laughed watching how tired you were.

“yeah…i think i’ll sleep for a bit and then i’ll get ready for tonight” you replied back.

“what time do you want me to pick you up?” he was natural. he could be your private driver and he wouldn’t care as long as he could spend time with you.

“oh…rhea said around midnight…” you thought about it for a moment. truth was that you didn’t tell them the complete truth. you weren’t going to the club just to have fun as you told the duo, you were going there because a boy asked you out but you were too scared of going alone so you tried to convince them to be your back up in case something happened.

you didn’t really want to meet anyone as you were happily enjoying your youth but when he appeared to ask you out, noticing how good looking he was, you gave yourself a chance.

“midnight…okay, i’ll text you once i’ll be down there” he smiled.

you couldn’t notice how kind he always was towards you. he never minded taking you home, going grocery shopping with you when you asked him, going to the theatre with you even when it was about stupid comedies that he hated. he always offered to train with you. he liked to push you to your limits but he never went to far, always checking in with you.

you couldn’t stop but thinking that all he did was just with you. you knew how close he was with rhea but never once in his lifetime he let her play her music in his car, not even when they both liked the same type of music. he did things for you that he wouldn’t do for anyone else and that feeling made you think.

“here we go angel” the little nickname he used for you made you blush. it wasn’t anything knew for you but yet, the way his voice sounded made you always feel butterflies that you couldn’t understand.

“thank you…see you tonight” you happily said, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek as usual before leaving his car and going strong into your apartment.

damian stood there for a moment. you always kissed him goodbye and to this day, he still wasn’t used to it.

with the biggest smile on his face, he drove back home.

once inside, he took time to wash himself and trying to distract himself from the thought of you. walking half naked in his home, he tried to think about anything else but he couldn’t. everything remained him of you. he went on instagram, seeing if any of his friends posted something new but somehow he always managed to find your profile and look at your pictures.

in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person he ever laid his eyes on but he couldn’t stop wonder what his family and friends would say if they knew he had a crush on you.

the age difference between the two of you was symbolic. hell, he could have been your big brother or father - almost - and he was worried that in your eyes, he was just an old man.

“fuck…” he cursed while scrolling down your instagram. there were pictures of you in your ring gear, in your bikinis, in your pjs. there were selfie with your friends and family. there were a few pictures with him and rhea too and he smiled seeing the sweet captions you wrote under those pictures.

you had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know about it.

he was sure you were sleeping now and he tried to rest a couple of hours before getting ready for tonight, but his mind wouldn’t stop thinking of you. he wanted to text you but he knew he just couldn’t so instead he scrolled through all of your old messages, smiling from time to time when you texted him personal things or just stupid things you read online.

but right when he was thinking of you, he received the notification and that person was you.

rhea asked me if you can pick her up too tonight, she doesn’t feel like driving all the way downtown. she can be annoying sometimes :/

he genuinely smiled. just the simplest text could bring a smile on his face. he replied with an okay before starting to get ready.

he wore just a pair of black leather pants and a white shirt, his rings and necklaces being the main accessories. he looked one less time in the mirror before leaving his house and making his way toward your apartment.

he picked you up first cause he wanted to be able to spend at least 10 minutes alone with you before picking up rhea.

his breath caught in his throat when he saw you walking down the street with the cutest and hottest short green dress you’ve ever worn.

“dios mio…” he whispered. you were flawless. your make up matched your outfit. your hair falling effortlessly on your shoulders. your smile always present on your face.

“hey” you smiled at him before sitting on the passenger seat, knowing that later you would have to fight with rhea for that seat as she always hated sitting in the back.

he greeted you before driving over “that dress looks good on you” he tried to compose himself but your were making it hard, you were making him hard.

“oh thank you…” you blushed “ you don’t look so bad either” you made him laugh.

you could feel the tension while he was driving to rhea. it was like as if he was nervous to be in your presence.

he drove fast, not trusting his own thoughts. of course, rhea fought to be in passenger seat but damian wasn’t having any of that so the moment she stepped into the car, he drove towards the club.

he thought that maybe once there, he could use some distraction.

the moment you entered the club your eyes met the infamous boy you’ve been texting for the past few days. he wasn’t alone either. but before you could approach him, rhea led you and damian towards a little table in the corner, saying that over there you would have more privacy.

damian started to feeling a little uncomfortable. he was used to partying but he couldn’t put his mind together when he was around you.

“it’s a party rhea…let’s dance!” you shouted trying to speak over the loud music.

“i’ll drink something first, you go and have fun! damian are you staying here or are you going?” rhea asked t turning to face damian.

“i’ll order a soda…don’t wanna drink if i have to get your drunk asses back home” he tried to laugh about it but the when he saw boys looking at you, he just wanted to rip their heads off.

“fine…i’ll see you later” you smiled and waved them goodbye.

damian watched you while you were getting loose on the dance floor but when people started to join the party, he lost sight of you. you moved to the back, trying to see the famous boy you wanted to meet but when you saw him dancing with another girl, your heart dropped.

why did he even invite you if he didn’t want to see you?

you moved the bar, wanting to drawn your sorrow in alcohol. the guy at the bar saw how miserable you were and he pitied you so he offered you a strong vodka cocktail. you didn’t know what you were drinking, you didn’t even care, you just wanted to forget how excited you were for tonight and how stupid you were thinking that some guy finally thought about you.

while drinking you spotted rhea already on the dance floor, awkwardly dancing knowing that the clubs weren’t exactly her places. that brought a little smile to her face but the smile suddenly fell when you saw damian dancing with a woman.

no, not a girl. a grown ass woman.

in your eyes, she was beautiful. she was everything you weren’t yet. she had some cute wrinkles when she smiled. a blue dress that fitted perfectly her curves. damian’s hands were all over her body, from her back to her ass and you couldn’t shake those weird feelings away.

maybe it was the alcohol - you thought.

damian didn’t even know the woman’s name. she told him but he didn’t care. the moment he lost sight of you, his mind started to wander ;

what if you were making out with some guy? what if you wanted just to have fun and not have anything serious?

you were young after all, he would have perfectly understood if those were your intentions. but then he spotted you. a drink in your hand and an empty glass next to you, sign that it wasn’t your first drink. you were dozing off and when he looked at the time, he was shocked when the clock signed 2 am already.

two hours passed in what felt like ten minutes and he wondered what did you do all night long. he excused himself from the unknown woman and he walked towards you.

“mariposa…” his voice gently woke you from your own thoughts.

“hey…” he knew something was off.

“i hope you’re not abusing these cocktails” he joked making you chuckle a little.

“this is my second -…”

“third” the barman corrected you.

“oh right…third vodka cocktail…it’s good, it tastes like syrup but alcoholic” you joked, clearly drunk.

“and that’s my sign to take you back home” damian laughed, helping you off the bar stool and keeping a firm hand on your back to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

he signed to rhea and she happily left the dance floor “finally…my feet are killing me” she laughed but her face drop when she saw your condition “what’s wrong with her?”

“she’s drunk” damian laughed.

“i hate boys…” was all that came out of your mouth. your mind wasn’t even thinking at this point, you were just expressing your feelings.

damian wanted to know more about your outburst but the music was making it hard for him to understand your words.

he took you out and back to the car, rhea following behind. she was too tired that she didn’t even want to to fight with you for the car seats.

“why do you hate boys?” rhea asked laughing a little. she knew you could be a little dramatic sometimes.

“i was supposed to meet a boy here but when i saw him, he was dancing with someone else…and she was very pretty…very very pretty” you said half drunk.

damian was pissed. oh, he was beyond mad.

that guy didn’t even know how lucky he was to even be in your presence.

“she couldn’t have been prettier than you” damian whispered “you’re so beautiful, angel” he tried to cheer you up.

you genuinely smiled and put your hand over his bigger one.

too tired, rhea didn’t even know what was going on so she simply agreed with damian.

once rhea was back home, damian felt more at ease being alone with you. he finally could talk with you, comfort you or let you cry if you needed to.

“damian…” you called his name.

“yes?”

“can you stay at my place? i feel like i don’t wanna be alone tonight…” your soft voice said and he nodded, promising you that he wouldn’t have left you alone.

he gently helped you out of the car, his hand on your hips making sure you wouldn’t lose your balance. once inside you kicked your heels somewhere in the room, making damian giggle. he helped you sitting down on your big puffy couch and he gave you some water to drink.

“thanks…” you shyly smiled.

he sat next to you, gently covering you with your pink blanket.

“do you wanna talk?” he offered but you shook your head no.

“i just wanna a hug” at this point you weren’t even drunk anymore, maybe a little tipsy. you were miserable and embarrassed.

damian sadly smiled and opened his arms for you. he could hold you every night.

“it’s okay…” he whispered when he heard you sobbing “angel…it’s okay”

“it’s not…i thought that someone finally liked me…” you cried.

he wanted to scream how much in love he was with you but he didn’t want to overwhelm you know. and the worst, he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

“hey…you’re young, you told me that you weren’t looking for a man, this was just a boy…you’ll find someone who can appreciate you, i promise you” he softly kissed your head.

“it’s easy for you…you’re hot and all the women want you, you don’t know what it’s like to feel attracted by someone only for that person to ignore you” you didn’t mean to be so rude towards damian, at the end of the day, he was just trying to help you.

“mariposa trust me…i know what it feels like” his words made you curious so you looked at him, letting him continue “i like someone who doesn’t like me back” he chuckled “and she’s the most beautiful person ive ever seen…”

“she’s stupid” you said making him laugh. if only you knew he was talking about you “does she know?”

“i can’t tell her…” he whispered.

“why not?” you were now invested in this conversation.

“i don’t wanna ruin our friendship, she’s special to me” damian tried to hold himself back when he saw your little face scrunch while you were thinking of something to say back. he found you adorable.

“i think you should take the risk…you’ll never know what she feels if you don’t tell her”

“it’s not that simple…i feel like i’m not good enough for her. she’s so full of life, and younger than me…i don’t know if she would like to date an old man like me” he spoke like he was really in love with this person and the fact that he couldn’t have her was hurting him.

“as long as she’s not a minor i would say, go for it” you made him laugh.

“i promise you, she’s not a minor” he couldn’t keep his smile off of his face “i feel like if i do something wrong i might lose her and i couldn’t handle it”

“you really like her uh?” you teased.

“more than you can imagine…” he breathed.

you thought that the situation was serious and you didn’t know why but you felt some sort of jealousy towards this mysterious woman. you’ve never thought about damian like that but you couldn’t stop imagining all the times he’s been sweet and kind with you.

“i wouldn’t mind dating someone older” you said, making damian’s head turning immediately to your face again “as long as he’s treating me right, as long as he respects me and loves me, age is just a number right?”

he looked into your eyes, trying to see if you were lying or if what you were saying was true “yeah…age is just a number” those words gave him a little hope.

there was silence between the two of you. you were both staring at each others, wondering if you should talk or not.

you broke the silence first “she would be so lucky to have you damian…the way you’re always generous and supportive, the way you care about others, i love how you always make sure everyone is okay before you check on yourself” you softly laughed “plus you give the comfiest hugs…i’d be jealous if she wouldn’t let you hug me anymore”

damian found your little confession cute, and even if you were still a little tipsy, he knew you and your words were sincere.

“that won’t happen trust me” his voice thick, sending shivers through your body “but maybe you’re right…i should tell her how i feel”

you nodded, feeling a little jealous about the woman he had a crush on but before you could speak, he gently lifted your chin up, making you look him into his eyes “i’m taking the risk now so please don’t freak out…but i like you, i’ve always liked you…and i know it might sound crazy but you’ve been on my mind since i’ve met you…”

“that was two years ago…” you whispered.

“yeah…i’ve been trying to tell myself that this was only a crush, that it would go away but two years have passed and i’m more in love with you than i was before because i got to meet you, i got to work with you and get to know you better…and i tried to get you out of my head because in my mind this thing couldn’t work, i tried to get with other women but everything reminded me of you” his thumb softly stroking your cheek, making you melt into his touch “this probably is gonna ruin our friendship or we can pretend nothing happened but i needed to say it, you deserved to know…”

you took his hands into yours and softly smiled at him. in that moment you realised that you didn’t need to look for any man, you already had one by your side, ready to risk it all just for you.

“please say something” he begged, worried that he might overstepped.

“i think i just realised how stupid i was for not noticing this before…i always complain and complain and you’re always here for me…you’re always here to support me and cheer me up and i’ve never noticed how much you actually care for me…”

“i will always care about you y/n…” that was all he said before you took control of the situation and gently pushed him to the edge of the couch, hoovering him and sitting on his lap. if you were sober you probably wouldn’t have the courage to do that so you thanked the vodka running through your body before touching his face with your small hands. one look at him was all you needed before softly kissing his lips. he melted into your kiss. his hands moving to your back, keeping you still while your hands moved from his cheeks to his long hair. tugging and playing with them, you both smiled into the kiss.

“i like you too damian…” you whispered making him chuckle.

“well i hope so”

“oh shut up” you joked before kissing him again. you didn’t mean to grind on his lap but when you did, you heard him moan into your mouth, making you shiver.

“fuck…” he whispered.

he needed to have you. he wanted to have you naked for him but not tonight. not like that, with you still half drunk. you made him hard but he knew he could take care of it, right now, he wanted to make sure that you were okay.

“y/n…” he softly said making you look at him “we should go to bed…”

“and?”

“and sleep” he laughed at your annoyed face “not tonight hermosa…i wanna take things slow with you, i wanna do this right”

you saw that he was being serious so you nodded, trusting damian completely, you knew he was going to treat you the way you deserved and you couldn’t complain - for once.

[cheriladycl01]

It’ll come eventually, promise! - Lando Norris x Driver! Reader

Plot: You are there for your boyfriends first race win!

Starting in Miami was always a great feeling. But what was even better was having been promoted to F1 for the 2024 season and getting to drive it as one of the top 20 drivers in the world.

When Lawrence Stroll dropped Aston Martin to bankroll a new team at the end of 2023, Lance moving was without a doubt a thing happening. But that left a free seat open at a high mid field team. Which they were more than happy to get you on board with considering your racing history.

Fernando in the few races you’d got to know him had became an excellent mentor and had taught you lots and you were thankful for him. He was like your on grid dad.

You’d had a decent season so far.

P10 in Bahrain - your first race and you were in the points only a few seconds behind your teammate.

P6 in Saudí - where you were able to drive with your old Prema teammate Oliver Bearman who was just behind you in P7.

P5 in Australia - where you got to celebrate your boyfriends first podium of the season.

P12 in Japan - some unforeseen issues in qualifying leaving you in P16 and having to climb your way up.

P6 in China - happy to celebrate both your points finish and your boyfriends first P2 podium of the season.

And you didn’t want to disappoint in Miami, not when there was so many people riding on your going well. F1 Academy where there looking up to you, and all of the stars that normally attended Miami.

Thursday came around and you were in the paddock messing around in TikTok with Fernando. Everyone loved you guys as the ‘dad and daughter duo’ where everyone could see how much he genuinely cared for you and wanted you to succeed. He always would praise you and boost your confidence when talking about you in interviews like many others making your have a huge fan base after only being in F1 for a few months.

Friday came around and you were still feeling great, the Miami heat was blazing and you and Fernando had been making TikTok’s to the Will Smith song that had been trending on F1 TikTok with the build up and anticipation for the weekend ahead.

Getting in the car for FP1 and you were flying. P5 … Alonso down in P19. He was too stressed though. But you were beyond excited knowing you got P5 without pushing too hard as your engineers had just asked you to get used to the track in an F1 car.

It was your boyfriend who you’d snuck into his hospitality just to give a massive cuddle when you text you saying he needed you, that wasn’t having a great weekend.

Despite the vast amount of upgrades brought to his car he’d only come in P16 where as Oscar who had half the upgrades he did was cruising up in P2 and he was frustrated to say the least.

Next was the Sprint Qually which you’d actually been doing well in for the other in China the previous week.

You went coming in a measly P10, not enough for points.

Lando was even more annoyed with starting in P9 on the same row as you, not that he thought he was the better driver or anything but right now he definitely had the better car and he just couldn’t work out why it wasn’t performing.

“Baby, it’ll come eventually I promise” you sighed that night as you held him closely in your shared hotel bed. His head was rested in your chest as all of his worries and woes were let out.

He always thought so negatively of himself and you hated it, in your eyes he was the most amazing person ever.

“But what if it doesn’t, what if I never win and … I’m just a wash out of podiums and missed opportunity” he said looking up at you, and his eyes made you cave. He looked so sad and helpless.

“Lando… I promise you. When the time is right, you’ll get that win. You’ve worked so hard for this and it’s something you deserve. Baby, you are the most driven and ambitious person I know and you will be a world champion. In my eyes you already are” you told him softly and he just pulled you tighter to him as he nuzzled into you more, so thankful for you being in his life.

Come the next day, and it was the sprint race. You managed to get yourself into the points coming in P6 having overtaken Lando and those ahead. Once Lando saw you going for it he knew he had to get up there with you!

He started to push it a little too much and ended up with a DNF. It was a very disappointing weekend thus far considering the amount of upgrades McLaren had brought to the team.

Qually begun and you were all the way down in P11 after your car malfunctioning in Q2 meaning you didn’t get into Q1.

Lando had a better qualifying coming in just ahead of his teammate. He felt a lot better going to bed with you that night and it was more him comforting you than the other way it had been the other night.

“Baby, you got all you could out of that car. You literally couldn’t do anything else your engine shut down!” He exclaims as you hadn’t really spoken to him all night. You’d been silent at dinner and once your got back to the room.

He pulled you into a hug as you let out a sigh thinking things over in your head before smiling at Lando and kissing his neck and up his jaw.

“Thank you, for the pep talk. And just being you” you smiled at him.

Then came race day.

Oscar had an incredible start going from P6 all the way to P2 and was really increíble. Your also had a fantastic start, deciding to be aggressive and managed to go from P11 into P8. You managed to get the inside line overtaking Yuki, your teammate Alonso and then Hamilton.

“Amazing driving Y/N. It’s looking good, we going to try for the 1 stop. Manage those tyres for now” your race engineer explains. And you did, slowing your pace for a little bit. You abused the safety car for you pit stop, just like Lando did, leaving you coming out in P6.

“Is Lando still in P1?” You ask, knowing he would be ahead of Max and Charles right now.

“Yes, Lando, Max, Charles Oscar and Carlos ahead” he explains. Right now you were defending from Perez when all of a sudden he swung round the outside knocking Sargeant into the gravel and into the race.

“Yellow flag for Sargeant!” You say clearly into your radio for the severity of where Logan was.

“Yellow flag and safety car released” your engineer informs you. You were stressing now, you knew that Lando would be fighting Max once the safety car is released.

“Is Logan okay? Is he out the car!” You ask.

“Yes, it’s all fine”

You focused on closing the gap to Carlos, who you knew would be fighting Oscar hard to try and get up into the podium positions so he can celebrate with Lando if he can hold of Max.

You were 0.076 seconds behind Carlos but before you could overtake him, he clipped the back of Oscar as he goes for an overtake nearly sending the Australian into you.

He pitted, leaving him down in a lower position out of points by the time he had come out, meaning that you and Carlos were battling it out with each other and Sergio Perez behind both of you.

“If you can get within 5 seconds of him, he has a time penalty for the incident with Piastri” your engineer explained to you.

“And Lando, is he still P1?” You ask.

“Yes Lando is P1 with a 6 second lead on Max” he answers and you feel as though you could cry.

“Today is the day Marcus” you smile as you speed up catching back up to Carlos. With the laps left you manage to overtake him getting into your highest finish of the season in P4. You couldn’t share a podium with your boyfriend but, part of you didn’t want to.

“Race finished, P4 amazing job today Y/N congratulations” your engineer exclaimed.

“What about Lando? Did he win?” You ask immediately not too bothered about your result.

“With a 7 second gap to Max, Lando won” he says and you let out a scream of happiness for him. YES’s whooping and a lot of swear words came from your mouth into the radio.

You knew later it would be aired and you get in trouble for your language but you really didn’t care.

Today was Lando’s day and you didn’t want to damper that. He’d just won his first F1 race after 110 of them. And you couldn’t be prouder of him, you were so happy and you were sobbing for him as you pulled up into where all the cars were.

You went over to your team, in Aston who had all come out to congratulate you on your best race so far. P11 to P4 on one set of tyres.

You were hugging them before one tapped you on the back, showing you Lando who was just getting out of his car. You rushed over to him pulling him into a massive hug.

“And there is Y/N Y/L/N driver of Aston Martin congratulating Lando on his first win with a huge hug! She’s crying, he’s crying! It’s a beautiful sight really, just two young drivers congratulating each other … wow what a day for both of them” the sky sports presenter admits on the tv watching the interaction down in park ferme.

“I love you so much! You are incredible Lando Norris” you smile gripping his helmet and flipping up his visor so you could see his tears rolling down onto his balaclava.

“Omg I won! I can’t believe I did it! I WON!” He cries and you just grin.

“Believe it Lando Norris because you are now an F1 race winner!” You smile and he does a cheer. You let him walk off, watching as he jumps into his team to celebrate.

You rush with the team after they’ve let Lando go, to go watch the podium. You were so excited and it definitely wasn’t something you were going to pass up!

As you watch him lift up his trophy it feels like your falling in love with him all over again, and it’s a feeling taking over your whole entire body. There is nowhere else and no one else you want to be or be with right now.

He can’t stop smiling at you and you can’t stop the happy tears from rolling down your face. Your cheering with Bianca who you’d grown close to and started to mentor a little bit even though you had Tina and Jessica around a little bit more as your Aston Martin girls.

Once the anthem starts you can’t help but see just how radiant he looks, the way the lowing Miami sun was beaming on him and making his already golden skin glow.

That was your man, your boyfriend and your future husband because in this moment you were sure you would do anything and everything to keep him by your side.

He was your soulmate and you were his, and as he was looking down at the way your face had tear stains and was a little puffy from rubbing away the tears he couldn’t agree more.

Clubbing for sure wasn’t the only celebrations that happened that night for you and Lando, that’s for sure.

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[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Five: Cats, Cluelessness, and difficult communication

Max Verstappen x Reader x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris

Chapter Summary: a brief interlude in the off-season before 2020, Sebastian adopts Charles, Max struggles to communicate his feelings, and the reader makes a new friend 👀

Warnings: mentions of SH, reader over does it again, seizure like episode, Lando is awkward, Charles is awkward, Max can't do feeling well yet, jos verstappen

Notes: ah yes, the gang is all here now. I have more action coming in the next part. Maybe also some fluffy stuff. I've been trying to get some blurbs done for what isn't shown in the long chapters because I've had to cut down on some things. I would love to give y'all some content of our duo, trio, or quartet doing something specific.

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The end of the season means a bit of a break for the drivers. A chance to spend some time with their families. For her, it means spending time with Sebastian and Hanna in Germany.

The trio had wanted to officially introduce themselves. They knew, but the three barely got a chance to interact all together. It would be nice to catch up anyways.

They are all sat at the dining room table. Even the littles wanted to join in on the conversation. Mostly they spout of randomness as they listen but it’s still endearing to everyone.

The three are sat in a row. Charles far left, the female in the middle and Max on the right if her.

“So I’m curious, who gets the middle of the bed?” Seb laughs at his own question. Hanna playfully hits his shoulder. Charles and Max both look at her. She just rolls her eyes as they both start laughing.

“Are you three moving in together?” Hanna asks this time. Genuine curiosity, unlike her husband.

Charles almost chokes. He hadn’t thought about it.

He’s thankful he’s not the first to answer. “Are you saying you want me out?” It’s a playful question from the girl. She’s smiling like an idiot at the banter.

“Of course not. You’re welcome here forever.”

Max swallows his food then joins the conversation. “We were actually planning on moving some things to my apartment since we’re here.” Now Charles feels out of place. Was he not asked yet for a reason? They hadn’t been together long so it would make sense. “Charles lives in Monaco already so I figured his things would be easier to move.” Max explains.

Now he’s confused. Something Max can clearly see. They make eye contact for a moment and Charles is left a mess. “Unless you don’t want to anymore?”

Charles is shaking his head no at lightning speed. He definitely wants to. He’s tired of living alone and throwing himself pity parties over breaks. Plus, he learns he sleeps better when he's not alone.

~

Moving feels more sentimental to her this time. She had more stuff than when she was fifteen.

Sbeastion offered to let them fly private with him to help move her stuff to Monaco. She wanted to, but it was unnecessary. Most of her belongings that she needs fits into an extra suitcase.

Max and Charles both kept asking her if she had anything else. It was getting on her nerves a bit.

Hanna and Seb had done the same thing when she first came to Germay. Though she had less then. Hanna had taken her to get some new clothes because her t-shirts all had holes in them.

Flights were weird. The first class has two seats for each row, meaning that one of them got to sit somewhere else. They often played musical chairs on the plane because of this.

She'd always had an affinity for even numbers.

It was an interesting dynamic they had created. Charles and Max are barely a month apart, and she's just turned nineteen. They get to do things she can't yet. But she's gentle and knows exactly what they need and is far to gentle for what she's been through.

Charles felt that he was playing catch up with the other two. He was new to this and still new to them. He, however, was the best at communication between the three.

Max, having grown up in an interesting family setting, is aggressive and protective. His communication skills are lacking, but he would do anything to keep his significant others out of harms way.

Today was one of those days that Max was struggling communication wise. It had started after an intense phone call where the other two were attempting (and failing) at deciphering dutch.

She'd offered to sit next to him if he needed consoling, but he decided to sit further away from the two. Leaving them to figure out what happened.

This had brought the thoughts of even numbers. If they were flying with four of them, Max wouldn't be able to mope alone.

"Do you think it was Jos?" Charles asked. His eyes had been on the Dutch for most of the flight.

"I would assume so given that he was speaking Dutch, and he doesn't do that with many people."

Both sigh. Jos had been on Max's ass about moving up into a championship title. Che was ready to have some words, either him, next time they were together, and Charles was going to start making a point to celebrate every placement in a race.

It didn't take long to get to Max's apartment. It's not the most luxurious, but it's comfortable. He's planning to get something worthy of the three of them after he gets a title.

Max had successfully locked himself away in his bedroom. The other two left to figure out what he needs. Maybe it is just a time thing?

"Is he usually like this after a call with Jos?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "It depends on if he's praising or berating."

"Can we help him?" Charles is eyeing the closed door and her. His brain working out every way to get him to open up.

She smirks. There always one thing that cheered up Max.

~

Max was choking back tears. He felt weak. Like he was never going to he enough.

He felt bad for stomping off the way he did, but he didn't want his partners to see him like this.

He hears the soft rape of knuckles against the door. "Mon Amour? Can we please come in?"

He grunts, but the Monegasque takes it as approval.

Charles peeks his head in. His gentle steps are coming closer to Max. He doesn't look up. He just keeps his head buried in his pillow.

Charles doesn't say anything, which he appreciates. Just sits down on the edge and lets Max's body dip towards his. Then he's running his fingers through Max's hair.

It's not long before another set of footsteps are padding into the room. These ones softer then Charles, telling Max it's y/n.

She's successfully moved both Jimmy and Sassy into the room from their hiding spots and is holding his favorite movie. She sneaks in and closes the door behind her.

They spend the next couple of hours lying in bed with the cats and watching their movie.

Max feels himself calming down. They don't talk about anything. Aside from occasionally copying the lines from the movie they've watched far to many time.

It's after that he feels like he can say something. His mind finally grounded back to reality. "I'm sorry for shutting you both out. I was just... agitated, I guess."

The Monegasque has his fingers back in his hair in an instant. "It's okay, you needed space. Do you want to talk about it now?"

The youngest places sassy on his chest as a way to comfort him. Her hands intertwine with his.

"Just frustrated that my dad thinks I'm not trying. He started spouting that I'll never get anywhere at this rate."

"That a lie. Jos is obviously lacking brain cells." The youngest pipes. "I can throw him into a wall if you want?"

The idea actually makes him smile.

~

Charles was the next to move things in. Though it was mildly awkward explaining to his family why he was moving somewhere else.

Turns out he can't keep a secret. His family is accepting. Pascale welcomes both into her home. She takes a particular liking to the quiet girl who is still always between the two older boys.

His stuff takes up more of the apartment than hers. The contrast of red and blue is now showing everywhere.

"If Charles is red, Max is blue, and I'm always in the middle, does that make me purple?" She spouts while unpacking a box of ferrari shirts.

Max spits out the water he was drinking. Charles starts wheezing. And she is laughing at her own comment.

"Where did you come up with that, Chéri?"

"Just a thought I've been sitting on since we started dating."

"You're not wrong, though." Max is wiping his mouth clean from the water.

~

It's weird going places together. Not errands and things, but social gatherings. Charles has asked to keep things private for now. He's not fond of the questions people have about the nuances of their relationship.

They came and left separately. Usually, depending on who wanted to leave first, the other would wait about fifteen minutes.

A few months into the break, Lando Norris decides to call Max and invite him and his lover to a party. He does the same for Charles a minute after he hangs up with Max.

The three of you have to hold in your laughter as Charles tries to get through the phone call listening to the same details.

Despite what Lando said, this was not the type of party any of you are used to by now. At least not Charles and Max. She'd been to few and got overwhelmed by it all pretty quickly. Sometimes, she'd use it as an excuse to get the boys out of the apartment so she could have the cats to herself and play around with her powers.

Charles and Max both hate it when she does it alone. They've found her on the floor passed out on multiple occasions. She doesn't care, though. The visions and nightmares of her father were more reason to keep going.

Regardless, this party is small. Just a few drivers who had been in town or live in Monaco are here with their partners.

Kika and Pierre, George and Carmen, Alex and Lily, Carlos is here along with Daniel. Charles is seated in a solitary chair. The couches have been taken. Daniel and Lando on either side of him.

It feels nice and intimate in a way. She hadn't seen many drivers just get together to hang out like this.

Charles is ever the gentleman and offers her the chair, which she takes. Him and Max are now making themselves comfortable on the floor in front of her.

They're eating, drinking, laughing, and sharing stories from the past. It's nice and relaxing.

She taps Max's shoulder, alerting him that she's going for water and asking both boys if they need anything to which they reply no.

She spots Lando in his kitchen getting a drink. It's not an alcoholic one, just juice that looks like it could be alcohol.

She turns on his tap for water, and Lando jumps out of his skin. His eyes rapidly look between her and his cup.

"I like to mix my alcohol with juice...?" His voice sounds unsure. Does he think it's not okay to just have juice?

"Juice is a good choice, in my opinion. Alcohol is strong and feels funny sometimes."

Lando visibly relaxs. "Promise you won't tell anyone? They laugh at me sometimes when I do this."

"I promise."

~

Lando was around more after the party. He seemed comfortable around her and Max. He'd opened up about his anxiety to them and played far to many games with Max.

What they were not expecting was for Lando to show up at their apartment door at three o'clock in the morning. His breathing uneven body shaking like a leaf.

She knew what this was. She'd had plenty of panic attacks.

She guides him inside to the couch and is trying to asses the situation. Get his breathing to calm down so he doesn't hyperventilate.

It takes ten minutes until he's calm.

"Did something happen?"

"Just a nightmare, and I couldn't calm down after."

"Did you walk here?"

He nods his head yes. Exhaustion flooding his eyes.

"Is Max asleep?" He asks.

"Should be. He sleeps like a rock most of the time." They both giggle. Lando is now able to relax in a calm environment.

They are interrupted by two sets of footsteps. Charles and Max come barreling into the living room. Panic on their faces one minute and embarrassment the next. Lando staring at the with the utmost confusion.

The older boys are shirtless and in sweats. Max's arm protectively outstretched in front of Charles.

"...oops."

~

Lando is not stupid. He may be the youngest on the grid currently, but he's not stupid.

He saw how the three of them looked at each other. Charles definitely touched them both far more than what friends do.

Originally, he thought he was crazy for watching them. Yet he couldn't help but be intrigued. How they all interacted. How they just flowed together.

Now he sits on their couch. Max looks like he's guarding Charles and y/n. The Dutch has yet to sit down and is leaning against the wall. Charles is sitting across from him with the females head in this lap. His fingers running through her hair.

It's a terrible feeling. Like he's left out of whatever this is. Three of his best friends spend all their time together, and he's just here. Young and naïve Lando.

"Did you have a feeling this would happen, Mijn liefje?" Asks Max from his perch on the wall. She shakes her head no in response.

Lando had heard about her knack for predicting future outcomes. He'd heard rumors about magic and tarot cards, but she'd never said anything to him.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here in the extra bedroom, and I can't take you home in the morning."

"That sounds nice, thank you."

~

She woke up exhausted. She felt guilty for not having warned Max and Charles. Her mind to far gone that they were mad at her. She spent her night trying to get any glimpse of their future but didn't get anything useful.

She hid herself away in the master bathroom. The wet towel and the floor her new best friend.

She could smell breakfeast. Max is cooking for all of them. They learned quickly not to let Charles cook. Lest they all die.

She was in bed with them this morning. Only crawling out from their hold when she felt them stir.

Every question puts her further into the fog. Was she going to lose them? Are they upset with her? Is Lando okay with them? Would he tell people?

It's too much for her head.

She goes for another attempt. She knows she's overdoing it. The further she goes with less time in-between brings her closer to the edge of her body going numb.

Nausea creeps into her stomach, but she sees them. Further down the line. Happy and four.

Four? This could be shocking, and yet somehow, she already knew. Her mind just needs a but of confirmation that it's possible.

The nausea gets stronger. Her nose is bleeding heavily. She pushed it past the limit.

They won't mind, though.

~

Max is making breakfast and quietly humming to himself. Charles has his hands on his hips, the two of them swaying back and forth to the tune.

"Do you think I should go check on her?" Charles mumbles into his shoulder.

"She may want space after last night, she was taken off guard and might need to peocess." He explains, then turns his attention back to the pan.

"I'm worried, though. She was crying last night after Lando went to bed, and I don't think she slept."

Lando slides around the corner. His face lighting up at the smell of food. "Can I... can I have some?"

Max laughs at the Brit's excitment. "Of course. I made enough for all of us."

Lando sits himself on top on the counter. Watching the Dutch and Monegasque lean into each other. He takes notice that someone is missing. "Is y/n okay?"

Both boys sigh with heavy concern. "She had a rough night." Explains Charles. His body is fighting the urge to go get her. "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to check on her."

Charles leaves Max and Lando in the kitchen. His legs taking long strides back to the bedroom.

"So you guys all sleep together? Not like sexually- I guess - I mean at night to sleep."

Max smiles at the Brit. His curiosity was nothing he didn't expect. "Yeah, we pile into the same bed at night. All of us sleep better that way."

Lando hums. His palm rubs his face with anxiety. "Would you ever add a fourth?-'m asking for a friend..."

Max already knows. Somehow, someway, he already knows where this is going. "Depends. It took months of discussion before Charles joined us. But I'm sure if the right person came along, we'd be open to it." Max turns around to face Lando and shoots him a reassuring smile.

Lando's cheek tint pink, and Max knows exactly what he wants.

~

Charles leclerc is usually someone who panics. This time was no exception.

He'd seen plenty after his six months of being together with his partners. Particularly how the femal among them is prone to violent behaviors against herself. He's seen all of her powers now and how they affect her if she uses them too much. He's been there to help soothe her after night terrors while Max fetches her water.

He was glad she opened up to him about her past more. He knew the generally what had gone on but no details, nothing like what he knew now.

The prospect of her father coming back for her at some point is what drover her to the breaking point on most days.

Now, Charles is faced with a locked door and the sounds of thrashing from the other side. He'd tried picking the lock, something him and Max both learned to do after instances like this, but his hands are far too shaky to maneuver the pins.

So he does the only other logical thing and breaks the door down. Only enough that he can lean it somewhere and not let it fall on her, but it felt cool to kick it in.

Charles has seen a lot of things, but this is completely new. Her muscles are tensing at a rapid speed, and her eyes are rolled back into her head. Her breathing movements are unatrual.

"Max!"

It takes ten seconds, and he's there. His body and mind reacting to the situation. He's trying to hold her in his arms. Attempting to wake her up from whatever trance she's in.

Max hisses through his teeth when he touches her. Her skin in his searing his hands. Yet, he pushes through.

Charles feels helpless. "What can I do?"

"This has happened before. She must have forced a vision. She'll come out of it, we just need to make sure she dosen't die in the process."

The two boys are then lifting her body of the floor. Charles now carries her to the bed while Max runs around grabbing things. Mostly ice to cool her down. Charles rambles on to her about nothing and everything. Max said they should talk to her, giver her some to help bring her back.

Both of them forgot they left Lando in the kitchen. The Brit left to finish making breakfast in light of their emergency. Again, they are shocked to see his pale face watching the scene unfold before him.

"Can I help?" Is all he can manage.

"Do you want to trade places with me? I think the liquid benadryl might help."

Lando is taking over for Max tentatively. He takes the ice pack from the Dutch and places it on her forehead.

Lando can see the sweat and tears mixed with fresh blood. It's scary, and he's nervous. Why are they not taking her to a hospital?

Normally, she's the one calming him down. She always knows exactly what he needs to hear. He's not been in this position, and it scares him to see her like this.

He slides one hand down to her bicep. His fingers tap out the melody to her favorite song. A trick she used on him to bring him back to earth when he got in his head.

About halfway through, she's sucking in a breath, her body sitting straight upwards. Her eyes are no longer stuck to the inside of her head. She's still sweating like mad, and her body is twitching, but she's awake.

She's breathing heavily. Dry heaving and coughing into herself. Her hands are quick to find Charles and grasp at him, searching for the familiar comfort.

Lando watches her intently. Her sobs are painful. They sound broken, like whatever she's just been through was some sort of of torcher.

"Chéri, can I set you with Lando for a moment? I need to tell Max you're awake." Charles whispers gently. Lando takes note of how he's cradling her. His hands on the back of her head and under her legs to support her weight.

She barely nods her approval. Her body is slid close to Lando, who embraces her. Attempting to replicate what Charles was doing. He finds himself tapping the same melody on her knees.

"Was that you tapping? When I was asleep?" She chokes.

"Yeah, could you feel it."

She nods her head against his body. "You brought me back, thank you."

Lando lets his body relax into hers, knowing he at least did one thing right today.

~

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[adimouze]

Girl, I saw a post of yours about Max and Daniel's relationship some time ago (yesterday?? I have no idea but) I went into a monologue in my mind and I need to get this out.

I started following F1 in 2016 (because of Max) so I saw the dynamic of these two over all these years, I always loved every PR video they made for the team because genuinely these two always had great chemistry together, Max was the withdrawn boy formed by his father's upbringing and Daniel as always a pure charisma, those who looked from the outside might think that this combination wouldn't work, but they were completely wrong. Daniel wasn't intimidated by Max, he saw that shy and aggressive teenager entering the world of Formula 1 and decided that ok, he would be his protector from now on.

Their relationship as teammates on the track was chaotic. Max would occasionally get into trouble because of his impulsiveness. This makes me realize today that Daniel had all the patience in the world with that petulant teenage Max. Nowadays, he says that he likes to think that he had a good influence on Max back then, and believe me, he did. Max wouldn't be the same today without Daniel. He wouldn't have the same lightness and sagacity. He wouldn't know what it's like to reach out to an opponent and admit that sometimes things are the way they are.

I always liked the duo that the two formed on the grid, but it was after Daniel left Red Bull that I started to admire their relationship even more. It was the first true confirmation that yes, they genuinely liked each other, they were friends. 2019 was the first year in which neither of them had any more obligations to be friendly and cordial with each other to keep up appearances, and even so, they never stopped interacting. Daniel always interrupted Max's interviews to make a joke or two and Max joined in so easily. The ease with which these two enter their own bubble is admirable. No other driver duo has ever had that.

The question is, what do the two have, this dynamic, relationship, neither of them has it with anyone else on that grid, Daniel is friends with many drivers, Lando, George, Alex, Charles, but no relationship comes close to what he has with Max, Daniel's last week in that paddock revealed a lot to us, more than we would ever know if he hadn't found himself in that situation, Max genuinely cares about Daniel, in his own way, and that seems to please the other side a lot seeing as how Daniel respects him after all these years, we don't even know half of what their relationship is like but every time we find out something we feel how sincere it is.

sorry for my english mistakes girl (in case you got this far) it's not my first language but I needed to put my thoughts into words :)

im assuming it's this ask? lemme know if not x

sharing with no notes and your english is fine, my friend!!

[notmybitch]

I'l try and sum up both yesteray and today's episodes here, so bear with me:

First off, I've seen people on Instagram really taking Fina's side against Jaime and I get it. I totally understand her distress and suspicions about Jaime's actitude. And it breaks my heart that she blames herself after all, she's once again in an impossible situation. That being said, watching both episodes fully, you can't ignore how much Jaime is actually trying to help Isidro. He is not only looking at all the possible treatments he can, but even when speaking with Luz you can tell that he is genuinely focused on Isidro's health and trying to put aside what's happening with him, Marta and Fina. It doesn't make him a saint, but at least he's a good doctor.

That scene he had with Luz seems to point to them actually getting closer and I'm sorry, but I'm totally rooting for them. Luis looks like he's really into the new girl and Luz deserves some romance in her life. They get along very well and now that he realized that Marta will never love him, maybe he'll let Marta and Fina be and try to move on? I know I sound naive but I keep thinking of an interview in which Marta Belmonte said some 'bad guys' are not actually that bad. Maybe she meant Jaime? Let me know what you guys think.

As for Isidro, damn I love how wonderful he is with Fina right now, it always makes me happy. I truly understand that he wants to be left alone but he can't see he raised the most feisty woman on earth. She was so cute all angry at him and Jaime, omg.

I want more scenes of Marta and Fina with Digna, pleaseeee. I will cry my eyes out if she ends up being against their relationship.

I'm sooooo in love with Marta becoming more and more angry on Fina's behalf and asking her father to help with Isidro and his treatment. What a queen. Those facial expressions she pulled on Jaime were priceless. Loved that beautiful dad&daughter duo telling Jaime what to do lmao

Bonus for full episode viewers:

Begoña and Luz's discussion made me so sad, I really like their friendship. Everything Begoña and Julia are going through is damn hard and they both deserve the world after everything that's happened

Damián hiring his son as his driver oh boy, oh dude. That's gonna backfire so quick. Can't wait for that reveal.

[logansargey]

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Do's:

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Send things about Lestappen, I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH! There are so many Lestappen blogs out there, this is not one and will never be. I do NOT hate the ship, I just don't see the appeal and could never write about them because I wouldn't love doing it. You are free to love the ship and I wouldn't hate that nor hate on you for that.

[theboytatu]

what would be EXO f1 counterparts?

this is the type of question i love so much i never get around to answering because i spend too much effort trying to get it right. but not today

seeing as i'm an f1 newbie i don't feel confident enough to assign each exo a driver counterpart but i will assign them a team

suho - downright mercedes. there's literally no other team for him. actually he might have a lot in common with russell they're both pretentious hipsters who look like old money from a mile away. he's a skilled driver and determined to always do the right thing even if that means getting lapped by hooligans who bend the rules to their advantage (baekhyun) but he eventually does get a few podiums. plus he polls the best with women in their 30s-50s

minseok - i wanna say he's the type of driver that gets underestimated because he's from a smaller team but then he keeps proving himself every season until he actually gets podium. even the big 3 respect him. so i'd put him in sauber.

baekhyun - ugh i mean. is it too on the nose if i say ferrari? can i say ferrari? wait you know what i changed my mind. he's so obviously in red bull. jesus christ ughhh. he has a lot in common with verstappen now that i think about it. both are pretty introverted off the track and prefer to stay in their room gaming but when it's time for work they will murder you. and they KNOW they are the best and act like it which is what makes them so polarizing for the audience.. also he wins wdc and doesn't let us forget all year

chen - ferrari. this is the perfect team for the perfect driver perfect people's princess posterboy of f1... what can i say chen leclerc is a real thing that makes so much sense!! even if they're racing against him none of these other men can help but genuinely love him!!! chen IS ferrari. like he's so julia...

chanyeol - after much consideration i have decided to go with haas for him. i think chanyeol would be an incredibly skilled driver and haas is enough of a challenge for him to like literally pull out of the gutter and lead to their first podium. also it's the team with most of that bad boy image like they got some grit to them and i think chanyeol would really fit that... plus he's hot headed enough that he would make contact with his teammate and get yelled out of the team principal's office like magnussen. (eventually he leaves haas and joins ferrari for my number one team rocket duo with jongdae).

kyungsoo - toro rosso/rb or whatever they're called now... he's literally so much like tsunoda im sorry they're just 🐧🐧 penguin emoji to me 😭 he's just there to do his job get in get out and will not do silly interviews where they ask him what's his favorite food.. but also lmfao he's actually a good enough driver that he's making waves and finishing in the top 5 easily! (also: not to be like that but the implications of kyungsoo being in rb vs. baekhyun being in red bull. twin teams. rival siblings. kyungsoo rolling his eyes at all the fanfare and bragging while baekhyun is secretly threatened that ksoo is good enough that they might bring him into red bull)

kai - renault (sorry.. alpine). i have nothing to say about this team the same way i almost always have nothing to say about kai. they're just there to me. kai is like the esteban ocon of kpop TO ME

sehun - mclaren. it just makes so much sense. sehun being a legacy driver and his dad/godfather/whoever being a mclaren driver and now he's a mclaren driver... they are like the most old money team ever even more than mercedes. i also think sehun wouldn't be the most skilled f1 driver and he probably never gets podium but his fanpower is so big his seat in the team is secured for life lmfao. like he's the one getting all the perfume ads and being invited to milan fashion week so honestly half his f1 career is just modeling

[thebirdsareafterme]

Lestappen, carcar(carlos/oscar), charles/oscar, dando

I have many thoughts and I hope I don’t get persecuted for this.

Lestappen: makes sense, does not compel me

Personally, I can see why people flock to Lestappen, as it is considerably the most popular ship at the moment. It has all of the components of being a good ship, with the childhood rivals to lovers, red and blue dynamics, etc. but it lacks one thing, which is a real connection to build the ship off of. Now, I know that fans of this ship are super passionate about how much Max and Charles love each other and are super gay for each other. When you look at their relationship at face value, there isn’t much there that isn’t just the coworker experience. They interact in the paddock, but outside of that, they rarely spend time together and if they do, it is almost always court-mandated (scheduled events by their management). They have a lot of respect for each other as competitors and have a base level friendship from proximity, but I just can’t seem to feel that sense of compulsion from their relationship that is heavily based on how they interact at their jobs. There are more compelling ships for both of them (I would argue Maxiel and Piarles) that, when compared, show the disparity between how they interact with each other versus how they interact with their friends.

Another reason that I can’t seem to see the Lestappen vision are the fans themselves, who like to insert their RPF narrative into every context for absolutely no reason. I think of that video that RBR released before the Hungarian GP this year where Max was listing his top three friends in the paddock. The comments were just Lestappies screaming “Where’s Charles??” or “Max only put Checo because he’s sitting there with him!! He would have said Charles if Checo wasn’t there!!” and most bizarrely, “ Max didn’t say Charles because they’re not friends…they’re lovers 😌”….genuinely, why are you pushing this narrative so hard. This is the REAL person stating the facts about HIS OWN relationships with people that he ACTUALLY knows, and you have a bunch of teenage girls telling him that he’s lying. Anyways, there’s a lot about parasocialism and all that, but that’s my hot take on Lestappen. Please don’t shoot me, I just have many thoughts.

CarCar: does not make sense, compels me

I actually was super invested in CarCar for a while, as Carlos is one of my main guys, so I was there at its conception. However, I completely thought this was a crack ship for a while and was unaware that people were serious about it until a few months ago when I saw how much stuff they have on AO3. Incredible! Considering how new it is, it has a lot of content and fans and I love how it’s based on a rivalry that just doesn’t exist and maybe 6 race interactions. We’ve definitely had more CarCar interactions this year, so I’m excited to see how they develop as more lore drops. They have lots of potential to become a great ship, perhaps becoming Webbonso reincarnated? Also, their ship name still cracks me up…cuz u know…they’re both race car drivers…yeah CarCar is chill and funny af. It doesn’t make sense and that’s why it works.

Charles/Oscar: does not make sense, does not compel me

This one, on the other hand, confuses me a bit. I always see them more as a father-son duo (see pre-Monaco tweets) so I feel kinda conflicted shipping them??? I think they have similar senses of humour, which is good ship potential, but I will admit I haven’t really paid attention to their interactions this year, so if anyone has a primer I would love to learn about them.

Dando: makes sense, compels me

I’m not usually a multishipper or a Lando fan (in the way where I like him in relation to other drivers but not as an individual), but something about them just makes sense to me. They have a lot of lore and a ton of fun interactions in and out of the paddock, and they also happen to genuinely like each other. It’s the whole “you’re the only good thing to come out of this bad thing” situation that they had going on all throughout the Horrors Part 1 (2021-2022) that makes them so compelling to me. They’ve got a lot going on in there, like the whole photography thing, the spontaneous Australia visit over winter break, and the overall chemistry they have. At first, I wasn’t the biggest fan of them because I was a Carlando child of divorce first and foremost, and also because they didn’t seem to like each other in the beginning as well, but they’ve definitely grown on me over the years.

Anyways, thank you for the ask! Had a lot of fun articulating my thoughts about these little guys.

[f0point5]

I fully agree with that George comment 😭 I think that’s why I’ve never really clicked with him, his personality rubs me the wrong way and everything he says has ‘PR response’ slapped all over it. It’s partly my issue with Lewis too, I feel like he knows what people want to hear and I suppose that comes with years of experience in the spotlight. He definitely had a harder time than any other driver would have but I just can’t believe a word out of his mouth.

I do think Lando has had PR training, he’s been with McLaren since 2017 there’s no way he’d have escaped without it. I agree that I think he’s not the most articulate in some of his points or he just talks himself into a hole at times 😭 That being said, he also just seems to have more of a personality than the Mercedes duo?

I have a feeling George is just a people pleaser by nature. He gives school hall monitor always. The kind of person who looks at any authority figure and decides to be exactly what they want at any given moment. He seems like he wants everyone to like him, not necessarily to love him, but to like him and think well of him. And if you want that, you have to have zero personality because whatever genuine personality you have someone won’t like. So you just have to be a bit bland.

I think the difference with Lewis is Lewis doesn’t seem to care whether people like him so much as he cares about being thought of as entirely separate from the rest of the grid. His response to anything needs to be a soundbite, needs to be some kind of grand soliloquy that sets him apart in some way. So if there’s an opportunity to make himself look like the diplomatic “leader” of the grid he will take it, whatever the stance is.

I said this before but Lando has such rich kid energy. Carlos and Max have it, too. I can’t adequately explain the vibe other than to say, they just assume the world will make space for them. So Lando just talks and digs himself a hole because he’s a) very used to being listened to and b) not used to being in situations where there are negative consequences for expressing himself. I don’t think it’s intentional but it’s such a rich kid coded thing. I think he really wants people to like him but he doesn’t go into a conversation expecting that someone might not just give him the benefit of the doubt and he probably needs to unlearn that.

[fujispeedway]

opinions on next year's new driver pairings (assuming liam gets the rb seat):

mercedes 1263: !!!!!!!!!!!!! soooo so excited i think this will be so much fun. love that they are both comical stereotypes of their respective countries i think this is a genuinely really solid dynamic and im really looking forward to it. i dont know im kind of starting to feel like lewis leaving is maybe the only way for mercedes to be able to move on from 2021/22 and i think this duo is optimistic and also determined and hard working in a way the team really needs to revitalize itself

ferrari 1644: this scares me. like the actual interpersonal dynamic i think is completely fine i think they respect each other a lot and are at such different stages in their careers that it circumvents a lot of the ... current ferrari teammate issues but the fanbases. you know. you get it. sigh. its not gonna be pretty

rb 2230: technically not new but still fairly nascent anyway i think these guys are going to kill each other genuinely. like in the past they got away with being compared more to dr3 than each other but now it's direct competition for a seat that frankly i dont think either of them deserve and they are both incredibly incredibly competitive and volatile i only see this getting worse

haas 3187: everyones catastrophizing about this but i think itll be fine honestly. maybe im wrong but ive never seen the 31 everyone makes jokes about outside like brief flashes at monaco. honestly i see this being very similar to the sauber 2018 lineup like it doesnt even make sense to compare their perfomance theyre getting completely different things out of being here at this stage in their respective careers. do we think ollie knows who sidney crosby is or

williams 2355: Everyone here is just going to be miserable for as long as this lasts. i think 55 is a total soul suck of a person who is completely incompatible with anything jv is trying to achieve but i also dont think jv knows what he wants anymore and i think 23 got promised a lot of things that are no longer feasible. this is just bad all around

alpine 710: this is gonna be really fun i think and this is 100% my bias towards jd7 but these are both fun chill guys who can separate the on-track stuff from their actual relationship in my opinion. alpine's still rebuilding and the stakes are pretty low they just need two reliable drivers to not completely waste the budget on stupid crashes also i just think these guys will have fun being goofy together

sauber ?27: why has gabriel bortoleto not announced a number yet theres like 80 left. this is throwing off this entire post. i dont know anything about gabriel bortoleto i think 27 is probably really really regretting signing this contract at this point i think this might be miserable but in like a williams 2023 way. sorry sauber i know you guys are really trying but jesus christ its not getting any better is it

[emeaentrepreneur]

Boohoo: Empowering a Global Social Generation with Pioneering Duo – Mahmud and Carol

A ‘Global Social Generation’ is a generation of multicultural people with a unique perspective in approaching, viewing, and understanding things in the world. But, what does affordable fashion even mean? In simpler terms, affordable fashion is clothes that can be both expensive and high-quality fashion that follow global fashion trends, or they can be high-quality but inexpensive to purchase. It can also follow and incorporate sustainability initiatives and instill eco-friendly strategies into its core operations. 

Global Social Generation, which is also known and referred to as Generation G, is the group and community of people whose presence covers most of all social media platforms. Millennial and Gen Z fashion follow a fast fashion industry as it is very popular amongst young adults. Thrifting or purchasing clothes from stores whose business models are built on the mass production of inexpensive clothing in huge quantities. With social media platforms available at the fingertips of all people around the world, social media marketing strategies by fashion and apparel companies, independent designers, and clothing label stores, are widely adopted to have a better reach and engagement with customers among other advantages. 

Encouraging and inspiring people to accept and love their bodies and feel good in clothes that empower them, is a prioritized aim and factor that benefits all parties in this generation. As this is a good thing, the fast fashion industry is here to stay with the adoption and integration of sustainable fashion initiatives. Therefore in this article, we will discuss in-depth about two Co-founders who wanted to be ‘Fashion Game Changers’ by building a brand that leads online fashion on a global scale. At Boohoo, the Co-founders – Mahmud Kamani and Carol Kane strive towards a future where potentiality, ambition, strategy, fun, and trendy fashion empower and encourage women and men to feel confident and realize their true potential with their affordable fashion business approach in fashion, apparel, and lifestyle. 

About Mahmud Kamani and Carol Kane – Co-Founders at Boohoo:

The two co-founders of Boohoo Group are Mahmud Kamani who is the Executive Chairman and Carol Kane who is the Executive Director. Boohoo Group was founded and launched in the year 2006 in the United Kingdom and has since taken to social media platforms with the help of social media influencers and other influencer collaborations. Boohoo.com is one partner brand under Boohoo Group where 12 other partner brands are being actively operated.

Mahmud Kamani – the Executive Chairman, states, “I genuinely believe there’s no greater company to work for because of all the amazing people at the heart of creating our success story”. “Expect the unexpected” commented Mahmud, who alongside Carol Kane built Boohoo Group and started 13 leading British fashion brands under it. “We are the fashion game changers, disrupting the market and challenging what our brands are capable of achieving. With huge potential, big ambitions, and a clear strategy, we aim to lead online fashion globally” – states Carol when asked about the brand. Starting from almost nothing, Mahmud and Carol now have Boohoo Group in their arms and are the drivers and inspirations for change and success. 

For more interesting insights and reads, visit The Europe Entrepreneur. 

About Boohoo:

Boohoo.com is one of the 13 leading British fashion brands under Boohoo Group. Co-founded in 2006 and led by Mahmud Kamani and Carol Kane, the Group strives to ‘provide great clothing for everyone, everywhere’. Boohoo is a fast-fashion retail brand established and headquartered in Manchester, Greater London area, in The United Kingdom. 

Vision Statement – “To empower a global social generation to look and feel confident, for every day and every occasion, and do so affordably.” 

Boohoo is a global brand targeting a 20’s something age group that believes in an ‘affordable fashion for all’ approach. Providing retailing services such as buying clothes from customers as well as ‘delivering on-trend, high-value fashion with speed and convenience’ to customers and fashion enthusiasts, sharing the purpose of being – “The No.1 Destination for 16-35-year-old women”.  Boohoo establishes four fundamentally important pillars that provide the support and steady foundation of the brand, and they are – Empowering customers and employees at Boohoo by setting in place a judgment-free culture, Mentoring and supporting customers and employees in their personal and self-realizing journeys, Supporting and instilling positive change by addressing mental health concerns, Educating customers and employees in sustainability futures by creating awareness in ‘reducing the impact of fashion’. 

In educating, empowering, and inspiring Boohoo’s customers and other stakeholders, in ‘Fashion for Every Body’, social causes are driven with the help of social media platforms and its social media influencers. With over 17 million people around the world, Boohoo has 40% of its audience equally shared between the UK and the US. The brand shares its statistics which show that over 127 units of clothes are sold every minute, over 1.8 million parcels are distributed and shipped every month, and around 21.7 million units sold in a year to over 189 countries worldwide. 

The online presence of Boohoo can be researched by their audience through a downloadable app that works in 5 languages and is accessible in 14 countries. Many famous influencers and big stars in the entertainment industry have collaborated with Boohoo, and some of them are – Zendaya, Megan Fox, Paris Hilton, and Gemma Collins (GC). Looking ahead positively to collaborating with more reputable, famous, and influential collaborators, Boohoo is on a mission to – “Become the global leader in the fashion e-commerce sector and are passionate about doing this in a way that respects people, customers, suppliers, stakeholders, investors, and the world”.

Visit More : https://theeuropeentrepreneur.com/boohoo-empowering-a-global-social-generation-with-pioneering-duo-mahmud-and-carol/

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

CASH WHEELER APPRECIATION WEEK - Day 7

Perfection

Can you believe it's already over? To me, this was a great week, and I can't wait to do it again next year. Or maybe this will be a quarterly thing if I can't wait that long.

I couldn't think of a proper theme for the last day, but my baby brother from another mother helped me out with it. I just use all I have left.

First, how hot is a guy with a dog? Off the scale! And Cash just loves his Pawla, which is equally adorable and sexy. Just look at them!

Second, I love the friendship between Cash and Dax. Makes me a bit jealous honestly. I don't have a friendship like that irl. But I've made it my goal to find my own Dax. (Yes, I am Cash in this scenario). Every human should have at least one friendship like theirs. They found each other and that's wonderful. And a pleasure to watch them.

And lastly, just how fucking attractive is that man? He's not even trying, he's just walking through the damn tunnel, looking like THAT. I hate to admit, but I have yet to find something negative about the man.

So dear Cash Wheeler , if you ever stumble upon this post, please let me know ONE flaw. Maybe you're never on time? Maybe you're a bad driver? There has to be something!

Anyways, this man deserves all the happiness in the world, and I genuinely hope he will live the best life.

Thank you, Cash, for being who you are and doing what you do!

[end of unnecessarily emotional post]

Yes!!! Yes to all of this!!!! You’re spot on with everything!

Cash is soooo fine and a million times more when Pawla is in the picture 😍😍 such an adorable duo

Like you, I’m super happy he has Dax. They’re the best team and the best friends and I’m just ☺️☺️☺️ whenever they show up.

Yes he is just swoon worthy and I hope he knows we pretty much faint when we see his handsome self. You know, I don’t think I’ve heard anybody say anything bad about him either 🤔

Cash you sweet, sweet man. I hope you get everything you want out of life and wrestling and all the happiness and love in the world. ❤️

We love you more than you know! 💋

[luminous-letters]

So for context. Superhero! AU though there isn't any battle thing. Just you and Jack trying to get out of a mansion. And lemons. P.S My english isn't that good so I apologize in advance for having grammatical errors. Anyways, please enjoy a fic I wrote on a whim (again)

Word count: 980

"Ah~ Finally. The hero, the legend. The fabled hero, Captain Howl! Whatever brings you to my evil lair?" Shrimpy cooed, taking a sip from their 100% organic, freshly squeezed lemon juice.

"I do love myself some exquisite lemons, and also the juice kind by the way."

"Your twisted plans end here!" Jack gritted, annoyed at the 'threat' the department was asking him to stop. All he's seeing here is a masked, juice loving bastard, though they seem pretty familiar.

"Oh my how could I have forgotten! I still have to introduce myself." Shrimpy exclaimed, throwing the empty glass away, a loud explosion briefly rang in the air.

Jack remained still and kept on his poker face, he shouldn't be caught off guard. Truth be told he doesn't know a thing about this 'Shrimpy', only that they were a dramatic asshole and they enjoy lemons.

"Allow me to start." A snap of their fingers and a giant floating screen appeared.

"Anyways. I am Shrimpy, genius and supervillain prodigy. I intend on conquering the world or maybe open up a little juice shop, I don't really know lol. But for now I'm going to stick to world domination. And you Captain Howl, are going to help me achieve that goal, either of the two is nice though." Shrimpy declared boldly, turning off the screen to end their presentation.

Jack raised his brow in genuine confusion. This person is insane, he thought.

"I won't let that happen." Jack replied plainly. Trying to wrap his head around Shrimpy's logic.

"By persuasion of course. Consent is sexy after all." Shrimpy said, drinking another cup of juice in hand.

Clank. The loud boom of the heavy metal doors caught Jack's attention. He's going to be here for a while.

"..."

"..."

"Alright we're going to the third floor."

"Why the hell am I supposed to listen to you."

"Because *sips* I put traps all over the place and the security is on high alert. I need to turn it off."

"Why can't you turn it off yourself?"

"It's on the third floor duh. How am I supposed to turn it off here."

"You locked yourself in."

"..."

"That part was...miscalculated."

"Huff, fine."

"Cool, now get in the car."

"What?"

"A car? You know....four wheels...a door....entitled drivers."

And by some sort of miracle or whatever divine intervention there was indeed a car. Jack couldn't believe his eyes. How the hell is there a CAR indoors. What the fuck.

"I call shotgun." Shrimpy chimed, hopping into the car.

"Are you expecting me to drive?"

"Yeah, I don't know how to drive."

"You're insufferable."

"Why thank you."

-After a while of driving-

"Alright, now go towards that hallway the stairs should be there." Shrimpy said, tapping away on their laptop.

"Slow down we're not in a hurry." Shrimpy replied blankly.

Rows of classical portraits and antique vases passed by the two while regal music played in the background. Just how long was this hallway?

A beeping sound caught Jack's attention, looking over to Shrimpy, who was looking rather amused while sipped their lemon juice.

"Alright speed up, I accidentally activated the machine guns."

"WHAT??? HOW???"

"Meh, I don't know either."

"You're going to get us killed."

"I have a nice response for that. But we've got to pass that door before the machine guns activate and pulverize us." They pointed to a dark oak door with golden linings.

Jack stepped on the gas and hoped for the best. Like Shrimpy said, guns started to appear from the walls, and winding up.

"We're gonna die lmao."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

By the time the guns were wound up and loaded, the duo managed to pass the door, the car only getting grazed by a few bullets.

"That was nice."

"No it wasn't."

"Howl get the lemon"

Jack manuevers to reach the lemon.

"Vitamin C."

"Oh my Seven, Jack avoid the incoming cars."

"?????"

-After a while of avoiding cars, Jack questioning reality and collecting lemons-

"Alright, we've finally reached the staircase." Shrimpy sighed in delight. Lying down on the red carpeted floor.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Resting. It's been a rough 3 hours and 7 minutes."

Jack said nothing. Instead, he looked at the giant painting of a fluffy dog.

"Look at that dog 75% fluff, 13% angy and 12% chonk." Shrimpy lazily stated, still lying on the floor.

"And you, Captain Howl. 42% godly muscles, 29% brains, 12% tsundere and 17% floof. "

"Uhh...thank you?"

"I'm Yuu by the way. You probably don't remember me...we used to go to college together." There was a shift in their voice, it's much more...sad?

"Yuu??? Of course I remember you." That explains a lot of what happened today. He does really remember them. He wouldn't be able to forget them even if he tried, they're too...important to him.

"Wait how did you know my identity?" Jack wondered.

"Jack, honey, sweetie, fluffball. Your last name is Howl. You go running around with your ears and tail in shouting justice in a sexy costume that gives me a clear outline of your abs. Of course I know it's you. Also because I looked into the department's files and found yours lol."

"Hey, my costume's family friendly."

"I really hope that what I'm seeing isn't the outline of your dong, also damn that thing's huge."

"Alright not family friendly. I'll ask for a new one."

"That's nice. Now let's kill the security system."

"Yuu wait."

"Hm?"

"You...uh...wanna go out sometime? After this, I mean. I know a place...they have uh...nice steaks and...um. Just say yes."

"Ok? Yes I do."

"Good."

After walking up a few steps, Jack wanted to clarify something.

"Are you still planning on taking over the world?"

"Meh. I already lost interest a few hours ago."

"Ok that's nice."

"Now I have the strange desire of frolicking in the woods in white robes, chanting ominously to scare the crap out of tourists lmao."

"That...could be arranged."

[everwitch-magiks]

RWRB Fics Roundup

Hey y’all! Once upon a time I had the ambition to post links on here to all the fics and new chapters that I publish on AO3, and I think it’s safe to say that I’ve been an absolute disaster at that over the summer. In my defense I’ve just had so much to write, but that’s not much of a defense seeing as it doesn’t take ages to chuck a link on here. Anyhow. Bottom line is, I’ve severely neglected it, and it’s gotten to a point where I’m just gonna make a post with links to everything I’ve written since June (ish) for you to peruse, so you can see if there’s one that you didn’t catch wind of that catches your eye now. Neat, huh?

So, without further ado, the links! The fics! Let’s go.

Completed works

Love At First Bark General Audiences, AU, tooth-rotting fluff. 3K. “I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

Shameless Explicit, AU, Henry has a reputation. 14K. Henry has a lot of sex. A lot. He's young and in college and there is no shortage of men to fall in bed with. What better time to explore what he likes and what he fucking loves, as well as to catalogue how to make his many, many partners feel as good as possible? It’s all part of the learning experience. And Henry is a very dedicated student.

Alex has been inescapably aware of Henry ever since that one time they kissed. You don’t just stop being aware of the guy who basically caused your sexuality. So when Henry propositions Alex at a lame frat party, Alex accepts eagerly. Maybe this is exactly what he needs. Maybe, if he can just have Henry once, he’ll have a better chance of finally getting over his embarrassing fixation with Henry. It's worth a try.

When The Time Is Right Part four of my sex club series. Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 16K. “Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

Out For A Bite Explicit, AU, suspense and supernatural elements. 3K. Henry's eyes fly up, zeroing in on the reflection in the mirror. There, behind him. The man from the bar. He looks different in the fluorescent bathroom lights. Sharper. There’s a look in his eyes that has Henry shivering all over again. It's greedy. Hungry.

He’s staring right at Henry.

Henry's throat feels dry. His heart beats madly. He's heard whispers of this place, and more importantly of its patrons. He thinks he knows what this man is.

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with) Explicit, AU, Alex and Henry in DIY Punk & mainstream pop punk, respectively. 34K. Teenage music sensation Kensington have taken the world by storm. With their cool leather jackets and wickedly distorted guitars, they're a pop duo that packs a punch. Or at least they sound like one—their lyrics unfortunately lack any semblance of depth. Alex can't fucking stand Kensington. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to. He’s not likely to cross paths with those British pop losers during his final semester of high school in Texas. And even if he did, he'd never let some stupidly attractive blonde take his focus away from the goal that Alex has worked towards for years: winning the Austin Band Slam with his latino punk trio.

But when Henry comes crashing into Alex's life, with his intriguing piano pieces and piercing blue eyes and slow, purposeful kisses that make Alex burn with want, Alex finds that he might need to reevaluate his stance on both pop losers and distractions. Or maybe not. Maybe he’s better off keeping Henry at arm's length, since it's so painfully evident that Henry will never love him back.

Never Tell Me The Odds Teen and Up Audiences, canon verse, an outside perspective on First Prince as well as a story about a certain Star Wars mural. 2K. "Wait!" Alex yells up to the driver. "Stop! Stop the car!" Up close, it's beautiful. Two stories tall. He can’t imagine how somebody was able to put together something like this so fast.

Ash had never imagined that they'd get the chance to actually meet Alex Claremont-Diaz, and much less get the chance to tell Alex about how that very special Star Wars mural came to be. Although of course, Ash never would have met Alex if it hadn’t been for Farida. Farida and her bold courage, and her warm compassion, and her sometimes infuriating (but always endearing) stubbornness.

yrs. faithfully (with nowhere to go) Explicit, canon verse, a lazy morning in bed leads to something more. 3K. When Alex and Henry wake up together the day before their anniversary, they're genuinely planning on getting out of bed and spending the day as productive members or society. Truly, their intentions are honorable. But a trip down memory lane gets them reminiscing about that night exactly one year ago, when Alex had come running through the rain to deliver some choice words about obtuse fucking assholes.

As Alex and Henry start to relive the memory, they quickly realize that they both remember it intimately. So intimately that they might be able to pull off something of a do-over.

Gadgets and Gizmos A-Plenty A companion piece to dearest Hattie’s soulmate fic. Mature, AU, a look into Henry buying sex toys. Yes. That’s the fic. 2K. There’s a bunch of regulars that Amir knows by name (and, unavoidably, by kinks), but most often Playtime gets one-time visitors. Which makes sense, really. A lot of people don’t seem to want to step into the same adult toy shop twice. So Amir is always a little extra curious when there’s a repeat customer, especially one who is this attractive. And, interestingly, one who’s come back so soon.

The tall, classically handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes left Playtime no less than five hours ago after having purchased a medium-sized, fairly standard vibrator well suited for anal play. And now he’s back. Because apparently, he’s found he needed another vibrator.

If Sex Was A Sport We’d Be Winning Mature, AU, a classic Olympics hookup. 3K. It's remarkable, truly, that Alex didn't even want to be here. He only came all the way to Ariake because June was determined to watch a bunch of prissy ponies strut around to music. Still, perhaps the true Olympic experience lies in the wide variety of disciplines. Or, perhaps, it has something to do with chatting up a pretty blond behind the stables and getting him to show you the inside of an Olympic tack room. As Alex quickly takes to Henry’s sweet smiles and easy confidence, he realizes that just a few stolen moments with this man might turn into his most cherished memory from the Tokyo Olympics.

Alex knows better than to get attached, though. He and Henry live an ocean apart. There’s no way this quick fumble in the stable equivalent of a supply closet could ever lead to anything more. Right?

Talk Dirty To Me Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 9K. Henry studies Nora’s expression for a moment. There’s something about her favourable account of this guy she claims not to want to sleep with again that doesn’t add up. "But you're still not interested in taking him on?"

"He wants more than I'm willing to offer," Nora says frankly. Henry’s always liked this about her—how she doesn’t skirt around the hard facts. It's a part of what makes her so good at dominating. "But you know what? For you, he'd be kind of perfect."

Henry has been active in the local BDSM scene for years and there’s no shortage of men who’d love nothing more than to find themselves at his mercy. But Henry is on a break. He’s not looking for a new partner, but he’s also not expecting to become so intrigued by the man that Nora insists he should meet. Alex is a newcomer on the scene who doesn’t yet know exactly what he wants, much less with who. There’s no way that he could turn out to be exactly who Henry needs. Right?

Date night (please toy with me) Explicit, canon verse, a night out leads to some fun with a toy. 4K. This… this is new. They’ve talked about trying this, about what it’d be like to conceal some of their intimacy in plain sight, about what it would feel like to try and reclaim what is most private to them by flaunting it without anyone even knowing, by daring to take risks again. They’ve agreed that they’d still need to be careful, but they’ve also agreed that it would be interesting. That it would be fun.

And apparently, Henry thinks tonight is the night for it. “Do you trust me, love?”

“Yeah.” Alex swallows. He picks up the box, studying it for a moment. “Do you want… what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to go to the bathroom,” Henry says evenly, “You’ll find everything you need in the box. Then I want you to come back and sit down. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah. Of course.” Alex taps the box, grinning in Henry’s direction. “I expect we’ll be leaving soon?”

Henry smiles slyly. “If you’re good, yes.”

Ongoing works

Hashtag Soulmates Mature, AU, Henry writes fanfiction. 23K and 7 chapters so far. Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

That... is all! It’s been a productive summer. I’m very excited to continue writing Hashtag Soulmates, and also to start working on a few upcoming First Prince fics that I’m planning on writing. Stay tuned for fics! ♡

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Walk You Home (Jeno x reader) angst

A/n : hey. Yeah sorry for the long disappearance. Here is a story that even happened in my dream.

For you @yutahoes for the request on June lmao took me a month, but I hope this is okay

Pairing : Jeno x you + Jaemin

wc : 2415!!

Trigger warning : dead character, supernatural incidents, the ghost is lurking, language

i hope this is good enough

@yutahoes @neopalette @supermwritersnet @multifandomnet

He still remembers the accident in the back of his mind. It haunts Jeno every night how he sees his best friend laying on the emergency bed with a bleeding head and a pair of eyes that lose focus as the paramedics run through the corridors. Jeno still remembers running with them, pushing the dying man with a pretty smile to the operation room. Jeno can still feel Jaemin’s almost gone breath as he tried to send his last will to Jeno. Jeno never forgets the last will Jaemin said before the angelic guy closes his eyes forever.

They were only 21, enjoying their life to the best. Nights spent partying at clubs and fraternities, lunch spent with cute girls and the basketball teams, afternoon spent together as they always did since they were young. Jeno and Jaemin, the duo you always wish to be, an inseparable best friend, the two handsome princes. Everything seems perfect, until the night Jaemin got hit by a drunk driver and Jeno had to watch his one and only best friend let his hand go.

“Jeno?” a soft voice disturbs his daydream and the boy quickly shakes his head.

“Yes love?” He puts on his eye smile when he sees you, his girlfriend for ten months sitting beside him in the library.

“What were you thinking?” you whisper while looking at him to find answers. He is so hard to read and you’re still trying to be able to read him.

Jeno only picks your hand on the table and plants a quick light kiss “Nothing, just what flower to bring tomorrow.”

You sympathetically rub his back and squeeze his hand “Jaemin loves cherry blossoms of course we will bring that.”

Jeno just nods “Won’t he be bored?”

You rub his hair “He loves cherry blossoms, he won’t be bored of it.” you say and turn to face your book to start reading.

Jeno just keeps staring at his hand that you just held, there’s a silver band encircling his finger and when he glances at you, he sees the same ring but in a smaller size on your hand.

It’s Jaemin’s second death commemoration, Jeno misses him dearly but every night Jeno is haunted by the same nightmare.

He plays with the ring in his finger and chooses to distract himself with his phone once his corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of his best friend. Cross out the ghost of Jaemin.

It’s been two years and Jeno can still occasionally “see” Jaemin. No one sees him, his friends just say that Jeno grew up too attached and that he misses Jaemin that’s why his mind kept on seeing things. But Jeno is sure, the Jaemin he sees is the real spirit of Jaemin. He’s always seen looking over you and Jeno and his smile is still as pretty as it can be.

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Jeno enters his apartment, after Jaemin is gone, he chose to move into a studio so he won’t keep getting reminded of the past. But as the young boy closes his door and strips himself to take a shower, his reflection in the mirror made him stop. There he can see Jaemin sitting on the top of his book shelf, but when he looks back he’s not there.

On the mirror, he can see his friend still happily swinging his feet.

“What do you want Jaem?” he snickers at himself for talking to a spirit in his room.

Jeno of course knows there won’t be any answers, but he knows the look in Jaemin’s eyes and he knows his friend wants to say something.

“I will come to your grave tomorrow. I didn’t forget.” he crosses his arms over his chest.

Jaemin smiles but shakes his head

“You keep on showing up Jaem and it’s tiring for me. It’s painful to see you but you’re not here with me.” his frustration that he keeps in his heart starts to boil.

Jaemin remains calm and Jeno laughs at his own reflection “Look at me. I am out of my mind, talking to a mirror. Well, I’ll shower and please if you want to say something show it or say it. I’ll shower. DON’T FOLLOW ME.” he still playfully jokes around about this and Jeno takes off his accessories and then closes his bathroom door.

Jaemin jumps down the shelves and walks around the room, well he is still here despite two years of leaving this world because he had one thing left to do.

Jaemin reaches out for the picture frame of Jeno and him how Jeno’s smile was so genuine back then but now it looks fake and forced.

He doesn’t want his best friend to be sad, and Jaemin has to fix that.

Jaemin sits down and flashes back on three months ago when he was sitting on top of your cupboard. He always does this and he’s grateful you cannot see him or he’ll be called a peeping tom. He overheard you calling your best friend and asking about your relationship with Jeno.

For Jaemin this sounds weird, he sees how happy you are with Jeno but why are you talking like this to your friend.

The conversation he overheard was clear and fresh in his memory.

“I don’t know about Jeno, but he seems to be tired of me.” you spoke to your best friend, Renjun on the call.

“What do you mean? He’s happy when you said yes eight months ago.”

“Yes but eight months he always treated me like I am that special, isn’t that weird?”

“Are you high? All girls want to be treated like a princess. Jeno is doing that to you but you don’t want that?”

You sigh “No, it just seems fishy Renjun-ah. Men usually will show their true self after some months together, we never fight. He always lets me win. Not that I don’t like it, its just like he is just doing a duty. I don’t feel any surprise, everything seems perfect and planned.”

Jaemin scrunches his eyebrows and almost falls from the cupboard when you suddenly look in his direction.

The guy finally left after hearing the rest of the call and since he’s been coming over to see you for almost one year and a half, he always listened to whatever you were sharing that Jeno never knew.

What Jaemin finds fascinating is that Jeno never knows that you felt something weird about the relationship.

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Jaemin glances over to the countertop near Jeno’s bed and notices the silver ring with your initials in it. He reaches over but passes through it. He sighs and keeps his hands to himself “(y/n)” he whispers to himself as he looks at the ring with big eyes.

The bathroom door opens and Jeno comes out of the steam with wet hair and red eyes.

Jaemin quickly disappears, had Jeno been crying?

Jeno grabs his phone that lights up with a reminder. “Text (y/n) good night,” the reminder says and he obediently unlocks his phone to type in his message.

Jaemin never notices this because well he never pays attention to his phone. But if he knows this, he’ll be furious.

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The two of you park the car near the picturesque scenery where Jaemin’s resting place is located. Well, if Jeno is his long life best friend, you are Jaemin’s high school friend.

Both of you take turns, you go first to the grave, plucking out some wild grass while trying to tell Jaemin that Jeno is doing well and that you miss him. You don’t spend too much time as you know Jeno will have more to say.

“Wait in the car okay, lock the door.” Jeno kisses the top of your head as he brings the cherry blossom to his best friend.

“It’s been two years,” Jeno started “And eleven months with (y/n). I am so sorry that I have to tell you this Jaem, but.” Jeno pauses. He looks around trying to find Jaemin.

“But I cannot do this any longer. It’ll only hurt her more. I am sorry Jaem.” Jeno gives a stroke on the stone and leaves not long after.

Both of you drive in silence, it’s uncommon since you try to respect Jeno’s emotions for you know it must be hard for him.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks before making an exit on the highway.

You look at him “I have to get something for mom, but it’s going to be a hassle to bring a car and find parking space there.”

Jeno didn’t give you a chance to speak anything else when he just cuts you with “Oh we can park my car and I’ll walk with you there.”

You want to deny him and say no thank you, but dating Jeno for 11 months, you know it’s hard to make the man change his mind.

“Okay, thank you. I was about to ask Renjun to accompany me but if you’re not busy then yes please come with me.” you calmly thank him and Jeno just nods his head.

You observe his face from the side, isn’t he jealous? Shouldn’t he be jealous? How come his face doesn’t show any change of emotion?

You bite your lips and tune the radio louder as both of you enter Jeno's living space.

He parked his car, goes up to take his bus card and soon after returned by your side with two caps.

“It’s sunny, you would want to wear this.” he puts it over your head and you just smile. Maybe he really is attentive and full of care

The market district was full of stands and you were looking through some types of textile. Your mother is a designer and she makes custom made dress, it’s your job to find the textile she wanted.

Jeno just stays beside you. Admiring how professional you look. If Jaemin is here, he knows that man could help you pick. After all, Jaemin is more suitable to be your boyfriend than Jeno is. He shakes his head to clear his mind. Lately he’s been thinking of crazy stuffs

“We’re done.” you say after pocketing the card your mom gave and you hold his hand. Jeno was surprised “Oh where’s the stuffs let me bring it” his other hand reaches over you to usually take over the stuffs you have but he found nothing.

You giggle “They will send it home Jeno, it’s too heavy if we have to carry it home. Now come on, let me treat you to coffee. You seem out of your mind.” you say goodbye to the vendor and drag your man to a coffee shop nearby.

“Here’s your americano.” you hand him the coffee and he questions you “Oh we’re not sitting down?”

You shake your head “You look tired Jen, let’s go home okay.” you rub his hair and take his hand into your palm.

Jeno can see Jaemin on the corner of the shop smiling at him, but his smile was different. Jaemin looked sad.

“It’s our bus come Jen.” you wonder why he’s always day dreaming lately but you won’t force him to answer you.

The bus ride was quick. Both of you are living close to each other, so usually you will separate at the bus stop or he’ll walk you home.

The walk was filled with light talks like him asking what you will do after this and you just ask him about his cats.

“We’re here.” he softly lets go off your hand that he’s been holding.

You smile “Thank you, goodbye, get home safe.”

He nods “I’m gonna watch you go inside, so hurry and go in.”

He waits as you turn your back to enter the apartment.

You wave back at him and he blows a flying kiss to you.

“See you tomorrow.” you yell before disappearing and Jeno smiled.

Jeno turns around and questions if he misses you already.

“Goodnight, good bye, see you tomorrow” he chants to himself, repeating what just happened.

In a few hours, it’ll be the long-awaited weekend

I’ll pick you up so sleep in

And let’s meet at that place at 2pm,

Jeno whispers to himself “to break up.”

He feels a lump on his heart been taken away and he can walk home with a lighter steps. On his way to his apartment, he enjoys the breeze and thinks that it’s time to end the lie.

Once he steps into his apartment, he sees Jaemin once again greeting him, this time with a small smile.

Jeno raises his brow, he doesn’t know what that smile means.

“I am breaking up with her. I am sorry.” Jeno speaks up

Jaemin nods

“You loved her, and we once made a promise that we will fulfil each other’s last wishes.” Jeno took off his cap

Jaemin just keeps staring at him, wanting him to continue

“And I did your last wish.” he tosses the cap to the bed “You want to date (y/n), but you didn’t get the chance. I did all of the things you wanted to do with her as a boyfriend.”

Jaemin still smiles but pitifully

“I brought her to your favorite place, accompanies her when she studies, text her good night and good morning daily, I followed her shopping, I walk her home and I tried loving her like how you would, but Jaemin it’s not fair if she knows this and my feelings are tired of pretending.”

Jaemin nods slowly and Jeno feels bad

“But sorry Jaem, she can’t keep living in a lie.” Jeno takes off the ring and puts it down

“Sooner or later, she will know that the J here stands for Jaemin and not Jeno. and that will happen tomorrow.”

Jeno sits down and buries his face in his hands. He pulls at his hairs, feeling confused, happy and sad at the same time.

He feels a warm touch on his shoulder and when he looks up behind his watery eyes, he sees Jaemin sends him the best smile he ever sees and he looks peaceful. Slowly as Jeno tries to hold his friend for the last time, Jaemin fades and disappears completely into thin air.

Life goes on, Jeno stop lying and finally Jaemin can leave in peace and you? You finally know the answer why your guts keep telling you that this looks odd.

end.