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All American

Summary: An all American team on the grid.

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x reader, Max Verstappen x reader (breifly), Carlos Sainz x reader (breifly), Oscar Piastri x reader (briefly)

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Logan’s year in formula one hadn’t ended the best, but neither had yours. Logan was dropped by Williams Formula One Racing whereas you had been dropped by Arrow Mclaren due to an injury at the end of the indycar season that meant you’d missed too many races and it was in your contract that you couldn’t miss more than four races.

However, for you, being dropped by Arrow was probably the best thing that had ever happened because Andretti was allowed into Formula One. Offering you a place within formula one after your ‘Great work in Indycar’ you couldn’t help but accept the offer. Working with an American company also helped you decide. 

Your first meeting in the Andretti office allowed you to meet your new team, your mechanics, your race engineer, your performance engineer, PR manager and everyone else who’d be surrounding you for most of the year. Your teammate wasn’t decided at this point, though. 

However, when you went back for simulation testing, your new race engineer and performance engineer were waiting for you. Except your new teammate was also doing some simulation testing. Logan Sargeant. 

You smiled over to him as you sat in the simulator. You were glad to see that he also got a second chance at racing. You knew he was a good driver. Just Williams didn’t have any trust in him, and the car wasn’t showing enough performance for him. 

However, your simulation testing was a little different. Andretti knew you could reach the times they were looking for; they just wanted to ensure that after your injury you’d be ready to race by the time the new season started. Once both yours, and logan's teams had left, you walked over to him to see him practising 

“Hey there” You smiled, leaning on the back of his seat 

“Hey” He looked up with a smile 

“So were teammates now huh” You smiled, and he nodded 

“Yeah I guess so. What happened with Mclaren?” He asked. Motorsports in America wasn’t a big thing, so most drivers knew yeah other 

“Broke my wrist and took longer than four races to heal, so they terminated my contract. I was mad at first. Fans were more than mad, but it’s in my contract. Getting injured isn’t on anyone’s agenda” You shrugged, looking at his data. 

“Anyway keep testing” You hummed watching as he raced around Melbourne. 

“I hate Melbourne” He mumbled, and you nodded 

“Change your racing line a little. Turn two try to come off the brakes a little later. How’s your stats been racing here before?” You asked 

“Twenty-three. I DNFed and twenty-four I got my car taken off me” He explained, and you nodded 

“When was the last time you raced here?” He asked 

“I did some testing for Mclaren two years ago? When I was their reserve driver but that was ages ago. Sim work every day almost though” You shrugged, and he nodded. 

“I guess that makes sense” He shrugged, and you nodded. 

“Oh look at that. See my tips work” You joked, walking over to grab your bag from your sim 

“Thanks. Any more tips?” He asked, and you shook your head

“Not for Melbourne. When we move on, give me a shout” You hummed. Walking out of the simulator, you walked down to the cafeteria. The best thing about joining an American company is that although you were on diets to keep your body correct while racing, they still make the best typical American food even if it’s diet themed. 

Thanking the woman behind the counter, you took a plate sitting down at one of the tables. Scrolling on your phone as you ate the chicken and rice. You hadn’t been announced for Andretti yet, but neither had Logan. They were waiting for the right time, apparently. 

Although speaking to your race engineer, they wanted to wait until pre-season testing, but the FIA wasn’t allowing that. It had to be announced at least a month before pre-season testing. Posting a picture of the simulator on instagram, you closed the app, opening up the group chat where you streamed with a few friends, including Max Verstappen. 

They were planning on streaming, but due to your training for going into Formula One. Looking up, Logan was sitting in front of you with his own plate of rice and chicken. 

“This is so much better than Williams” He chuckled, and you laughed 

“Yeah well first of all they’re British. Second of all it’s rice and chicken” You tilted your head to look at him. 

“What’s your plan for this afternoon?” He asked 

“Meeting with my performance engineer. She wants me to start my neck training” You huffed, and he laughed. 

“Neck training isn’t that bad” He shrugged 

“Yeah I know. I don’t mind neck training it’s just my friends have plans, and I’m missing it to torture my neck” You shrugged, and he nodded 

“Fair enough. How are you feeling about coming on the grid?” He asked, and you looked at him. It’s something you’d never thought about 

“Well. I’ve never actually thought about it, to be honest with you. I know Lando, Daniel, Carlos, Oscar, and Max, so I guess knowing some people helps? I obviously know Pato as well” You shrugged 

“Yeah, getting to know people really does help. It’s my biggest regret hiding in the Williams garage and not getting to know new people” You nodded with a small smile

“Well let’s make a deal. This year. You and I make as many friends as possible. I know Max and Daniel are troublemakers, so they’ll make sure I get to know people, so you’ll just have to follow me about” You shrugged with a smile, and he chuckled 

“That’s a deal L/N” 

A month later and you were now on the grid for pre-season testing sat in the Andretti garage just minding your own business as you watched Logan doing the testing, obviously sandbagging because the bosses didn’t want to show off what the car was able to do just yet. 

A flash of colour caught the corner of your eye as you looked over spotting a couple other drivers looking into Logan’s part of the garage which was open for all to see unlike your side which was blocked off due to the floor of your car was off. 

Pushing the headphones so they rested around your neck,, you walked over to the group of drivers who were being nosey about the garage. 

“Hello boys” You hummed tilting your head as you stood trying to figure out what they were looking at. 

“Y/N” Max smiled, giving you a quick hug 

“What are you all looking at?” You asked confused, causing Max and Daniel to shrug 

“No idea. Lando and Carlos just started staring at something” You looked back into the garage to see mechanics just sitting about. You shrugged, putting the headphones back on your head, shoving one side off so you could listen to them talk. 

“How’s your wrist?” Daniel asked 

“How's yours?” You asked, and he chuckled 

“Fair enough, but honestly, how is it?” He asked again 

“Physio is going well. Simulator work is going okay, and I guess we’ll see how actually driving goes when I get out there tomorrow” You shrugged 

“You’re not going out today?” Max asked, and you shook your head 

“Logan does today, I do tomorrow, and we both do the third day” You explained 

“Ferrari’s doing that as well” Carlos nodded with a shrug as you quickly jogged into the garage, hearing Logan’s panicked voice through the radio. 

“Jesus” You mumbled while watching the TV. Someone stopped on track right as Logan was doing a flying lap, causing him to go into the gravel trap. His panicked radio broke your heart, hearing him ask if he had done something wrong and the fact he had hurt himself trying to save himself from crashing into someone else. Biting your lip as the rest of the drivers stood next to you watching the TV. 

“What happened?” Oscar asked with a frown 

“Someone stopped on track during his flying trap” You explained, watching their facial expressions change as you were called over to the pit wall. Jogging over and standing behind Logan’s race engineer and your team principal 

“Change of schedule. Logan’s floor is damaged so you’re going out this afternoon” You nodded slightly walking back into the garage knowing that you’re going to have to get changed out of the nice comfortable uniform Andretti had provided. 

Having changed into your fireproofs, you walked out to the garage to see the drivers talking to Logan. Walking over to him, you wrapped your arms around him from the side

“Hey, it’s not your fault. Don’t beat yourself up for it” You smiled up at him. Over the past month, you had become very close with Logan. Maybe a little closer than teammates should probably be, but you both had a lot in common, including being American. 

“You’re going to do great though” He shrugged, and you looked him in the eyes 

“Is your tongue okay? I heard you bit it” You frowned, and he nodded

“Yeah, it was bleeding a little, but by the time I got back here, it had stopped” He shrugged, and you nodded 

“Okay” You nodded, accepting your equipment from your performance engineer. Most of the other drivers went back to their own garage. 

As you put your earphones in and pulled the balaclava on your race engineer went over the plan for the afternoon. With a nod, you pulled your helmet on, ensuring it was tight before getting in the car. Pulling your gloves in as a mechanic placed your wheel in the car 

“Radio check Y/N” They nodded 

“Loud and clear” You smiled

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The beginning

This is the first part of the "Sunshine behinde the camera" story. I hope you all enjoy reading this and I'll try to update as soon as possible. Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for the next chapters, let me know. I'll try to include them. Have funy and enjoy!

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Summary: After the winter break, Lando and Oscar get informed that they will get a new team photographer. However, despide being only 18 years old, the drivers are both impressed with her work. After meating her, Isabela immediately worms her way into their hearts.

All the relationships are platonic!!!

Part 2

“So, we believe that if we keep including fun games and other drivers, like Charles or Fernando, in our activities, our follower count will increase by 43 people per day,” concluded Charlotte, the head of McLaren’s Media team, with a confident smile.

It was the first day back from the winter break and the very first meeting of the 2024 season. The meeting room was bustling with energy and anticipation. Mechanics, PR personnel, factory workers, test drivers, managers, and more filled the space, eager to kick off the new season. Of course, the four most important people were Oscar, Lando, Andrea, and Zak, who sat at the front, ready to lead the charge.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it. We have a promising outlook for the new season. To finally end your suffering, we wish you all the best and a good start to the new season,” joked Andrea, eliciting laughter and lightening the mood in the room.

Neither Lando nor Oscar could go far before Zak called them over. “Boys, Andrea, Charlotte, and I will need you for a few minutes. Please wait in meeting room C for us.” Before the drivers could ask their boss about this “secret” mini-meeting, he moved on to speak with one of the mechanics, leaving them curious.

“What do you think this is about?” asked Lando, walking with his teammate towards their destination. “I have no idea. Maybe one of us messed up on social media,” replied Oscar, seemingly unbothered by the private meeting.

After entering the room and waiting for a few minutes, the other three adults joined them. “Sorry for our tardiness, boys,” apologized Charlotte, always the considerate one. “No worries,” assured her Oscar.

“Boys, we have some big news for you,” began Andrea. “As you all know, Steve, our team photographer, and his wife were expecting a baby at the end of the season. During the winter break, Steven called me and informed me that it wouldn’t be possible for him to continue his job as our team photographer,” continued Charlotte.

Charlotte went on, “He said that he wanted to be a part of his daughter’s life as much as possible, and having to travel a lot during the year is neither helpful for his wife nor something he desires. So, we came to the conclusion that Steven would become the new McLaren factory photographer, you know, to give our fans some behind-the-scenes insights.”

“This means we were put in a position to find a new team photographer. Someone who isn’t bound to one place,” added Zak. He shared a relieved smile with Andrea before turning his attention to the drivers. At this point, both racers were sitting on the edge of their seats.

“Her name is Isabela Ferreira. She is a lovely young woman from Brazil, and her work is incredible,” Charlotte said, handing out folders containing samples of Isabela’s past work. “Wow, these look really good,” muttered Oscar. Both he and Lando wore impressed expressions.

“Not only is she a pro with the camera, as you can see for yourselves, but Steven also approved her work. In fact, he was the one who recommended her to us. To be honest, without his recommendation, we probably wouldn’t have hired her,” said Andrea.

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” he asked, glancing at Oscar, who shared the same puzzled look. The three adults exchanged glances, silently agreeing to be open with the drivers.

“Well, even though her work is phenomenal, she is still very young,” started Zak hesitantly. “She turned 18 a few days ago, which makes her the youngest member of the team,” he continued. Both racers had surprised expressions. “But that means she’s still a baby,” stated Lando. Both drivers were trying to absorb this new information. All in all, it wasn’t actually a big problem for the team to employ someone so young; it was just unusual in the Formula 1 world. Typically, people started working for the teams at 24, drivers excluded.

Zak continued, “We understand that her age might raise some eyebrows, but we believe in her talent and potential. Steven’s endorsement was a significant factor in our decision. We are confident that Isabela will bring a fresh perspective and innovative ideas to our team.”

Andrea added, “We also plan to provide her with all the support she needs to succeed. She will be working closely with our experienced staff, and we are committed to ensuring a smooth transition for her.”

Oscar, always the pragmatic one, asked, “What about her travel arrangements? Will she be able to handle the rigorous schedule?”

Charlotte responded, “We’ve already discussed this with her, and she’s fully aware of the demands of the job. Isabela is excited about the opportunity and ready to embrace the challenges. We will also make sure she has the necessary resources and support to manage her responsibilities effectively.”

Lando, still processing the news, said, “Well, if Steven believes in her, that’s good enough for me. I’m looking forward to working with her.”

Oscar nodded in agreement, “Same here. It’s going to be interesting to see her in action.”

Zak smiled, “That’s the spirit, boys. Let’s give her a warm welcome and make sure she feels at home with us.”

“Look, we know this is a surprise for both of you. Trust us, we were surprised as well. But that doesn’t change the fact that she has incredible talent. We just wanted you both to be prepared for when you meet her,” reiterated Zak, his tone serious yet reassuring.

After a moment of silence, Charlotte continued, “Let’s be honest. She is an 18-year-old girl, very far away from home. She doesn’t know anyone here and will be working closely with both of you most of the time. We ask you, no, we three ask you, to keep an eye on her. This is something completely new for her, and she will need support and reassurance from us. And let me tell you, she truly is a ray of sunshine. Trust me, you’ll fall in love with her the minute you meet her.”

“It’s true,” confirmed Andrea. “She walked in here with the biggest smile anyone has ever seen,” eliciting chuckles from those in the room. “Well then, I guess it’s time we finally meet this lovely girl,” stated Oscar. Charlotte let out a relieved smile before beckoning the drivers to follow her. “She’s currently at the practice track, trying out some new lenses. Oh, I can already see it. The three of you will cause chaos around the paddock,” she smiled like a proud mother. Behind her back, the papaya boys shared an amused smile.

As they walked towards the practice track, Lando and Oscar exchanged curious glances. “I wonder what she’s like,” mused Lando. “If she’s as good as they say, we’re in for a treat,” replied Oscar.

When they arrived at the track, they saw a young woman with a camera, intently focused on capturing the perfect shot. Her concentration was palpable, and her passion for her work was evident. Charlotte called out to her, “Isabela, come meet the team!”

Isabela turned around, her face lighting up with a bright smile. She approached them with a confident stride, her camera still in hand. “Hi, I’m Isabela. It’s so nice to meet you all,” she said, her voice warm and friendly.

Lando and Oscar introduced themselves, both impressed by her professionalism and enthusiasm. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” said Lando. “Welcome to the team,” added Oscar.

“Thank you! I’m really excited to be here and work with all of you,” Isabela replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they chatted, it became clear that Isabela’s youthful energy and fresh perspective would be a valuable addition to the team. The drivers felt a sense of protectiveness forming. The only 18 year old girl already wormed her way into their hearts like she did with the other people she met before.

“So, you’re into photography. How did that come about?” Lando inquired. He, Oscar, and Isabela were seated in the cafeteria after Charlotte had sent them inside. According to her, it was far too windy outside for them to spend time on the track. Thus, the trio decided to warm themselves up with some tea and coffee.

“Well, to be honest, my Avó Berta introduced me to photography. After my parents divorced, my father had to work tirelessly to support both me and my grandmother. We had nothing; we lived in the favelas of Rio. That’s why my father juggled three jobs, ensuring we always had food on the table and a roof over our heads,” Isabela began.

“Wow, that must have been tough,” Oscar commented, his eyes wide with empathy.

“It was,” Isabela nodded. “Because of that, us girls were often alone at home. But after a few years, my Avó Berta fell ill and became bedridden. I always loved recounting my days and all the new things I saw to her. However, after some months, she began to forget the things I told her about and what they looked like. So, for seven months, I saved up all my money to buy a camera. Mind you, it was only a cheap one, but it immediately printed the pictures,” she said, laughing lightly. At this point, both Lando and Oscar had somber smiles on their faces.

“That’s so sweet of you,” Lando said softly. “It must have meant a lot to her.”

“It did,” Isabela replied. “So, the next time I told my grandmother about the latest adventure my friends and I had, I was also able to show her the pictures. And if she forgot after a few days, the photos helped to jog her memory.” After a moment of hesitation, she continued.

“Sadly, my grandmother passed away that same winter, so she never got to see the new camera my father bought me for my birthday,” she murmured. Oscar placed his hand on top of hers, causing Isabela to look up. “Your grandmother sounds like a real badass,” he told her, eliciting not only a laugh from the girl but also from his teammate.

“She really was,” Isabela agreed, her eyes shining with fond memories.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what about your mother?” Lando asked hesitantly. “Lando!” Oscar looked shocked at Lando while kicking his foot under the table. Isabela laughed again before continuing. “It’s alright, Oscar. Lando’s just curious. Well, my mother left us when I was two. One day she was there, and the next day she wasn’t. She just packed her bag and left us. No goodbye letter, no SMS. Nada. Which is also the reason why my grandmother despised her.”

“That’s harsh,” Oscar said, shaking his head. “How did you cope with that?”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t really remember much about her. The only thing I know is her name and what she looks like. The only thing I have from her, besides my looks, is a letter that she sent me on my 16th birthday,” Isabela explained.

“Did you ever try to find her?” Lando asked, his curiosity piqued.

“I thought about it,” Isabela admitted. “But I realized that my life was full with the people who stayed. My father, my Avó Berta, my friends, and my passion for photography. They were enough for me.”

“Wow, I’m honestly… impressed,” said Oscar. “After everything that happened, you turned your passion into your profession. That is something nearly no one achieves,” whispered Lando. His heart felt heavy. How could her mother ever leave this sweet girl? And then, after 14 years, only send a letter? Isabela could only muster a small smile for her new friends.

“Thank you, guys. It means a lot to hear that,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

After that day, the three of them only grew closer. The drivers understood what their boss meant when he said Isabela was a ray of sunshine. Each morning, she greeted everyone with a smile that rivaled the sun. Her cheerful demeanor and genuine interest in others quickly made her a beloved figure at the factory. Sometimes she spent time with the PR team, assisting them in devising new challenges. Other times, she conversed with the engineers and mechanics, inquiring about the new McLaren. They were always more than happy to indulge the young woman, often going out of their way to explain the intricacies of their work.

Isabela’s presence had a noticeable impact on the team’s morale. Her positivity was infectious, and she had a knack for making everyone feel valued and appreciated. The cafeteria staff adored her because she always took the time to chat with them and compliment their cooking. The security guards looked forward to her daily greetings, which brightened their long shifts. Even the usually reserved IT department found themselves smiling more often when Isabela was around.

But her favorite moments were those spent with Oscar and Lando. Oscar, with his calm and thoughtful demeanor, often shared stories about his racing experiences and offered advice on navigating the competitive world of motorsport. Lando, on the other hand, was the life of the party, always ready with a joke or a funny anecdote to lighten the mood. Instead of only spending time at the factory together, they watched movies at each other’s flats or went out for dinner. One time, they even went grocery shopping together, which ended with a half-new wardrobe for Isabela, 7 liters of milk for Lando, and a new TV for Oscar. How that happened, nobody knows.

During those few weeks in England before Testing, Isabela had the pleasure of meeting Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend. The two of them became best friends instantly. When Lando and Isabela arrived at Oscar’s flat for another movie night, it was also the first time the girls would meet each other.

Instead of the uncomfortable “Hey, I’m… Nice to meet you,” Isabela and Lily ran to each other for a hug. “Oh my gosh, hi! You look so pretty,” Isabela gushed while the girls still held each other. “Girl, you’re one to talk. You literally look like a goddess. I love that shirt,” Lily complimented her, making the Brazilian girl spin. “Really? I wasn’t sure if it was the right one for tonight. I didn’t want to be overdressed,” the younger one replied shyly. “Love, listen carefully. You are never overdressed. The people around us are just underdressed,” Lily assured her while leading her new best friend to the sofa. The girls sat so close to each other, practically sitting on each other’s laps, while talking about the newest paddock gossip.

Lando and Oscar only looked at the two with bewildered expressions. “What the…” “Just happened?” After another moment, their silence was interrupted by Lily, who ordered Oscar to “bring this cutie pie a refreshment. Oh, and Lando as well.” The only thing Lando could do was laugh so hard that tears started streaming down his face.

As the evening progressed, the group settled in for a movie. “What are we watching tonight?” Lando asked, still chuckling from earlier. “How about a classic? Maybe something like ‘Back to the Future’?” Oscar suggested. “Oh, I love that movie!” Isabela exclaimed. “It’s been ages since I last saw it.”

They all agreed, and soon the movie was playing. During a particularly intense scene, Isabela leaned over to Lando and whispered, “Do you think we could ever build a car like that?” Lando grinned, “With the right team, anything’s possible.”

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Ladies and Gentlemen, we are haply to introduce you to our new team photographer, Ms. Isabella Ferreira. We are happy to have the 18 year old from Barsil as part of our family.🧡

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2024, here we come 🤜🧡🤛

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[12-seconds-to-live]

Laniel.jpg and Charlotte

Pairing: DR3 x LN4 x F1 female driver

Warnings: none, just my happiness with Daniel and Lando

NICE AIRPORT - TERMINAL 1 @15:20

"You look cute today" I stop looking to my phone to look at Lando. Well, that's new

"You say it like it's weird of me using a dress"

"It is" He smiled

"I'm gonna ignore you from now on"

"It's not common, even when we go to parties you use jeans, so, I have a point"

"The real point here is that we are in the middle of the summer and if I put a raw egg on the floor it will cook"

"But what about the jet? It's going to be cold in there"

"I have my enchanté sweater" Lando made a loud gasp "It has cute peaches and it's purple"

"I sent you a full box of my merch last month, mean"

"Cry about it, Daniel thinks that I have a pretty face so everybody is going to see me in the new enchanté collection"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I asked him months ago, even I helped with the design of one of the pieces"

"Well, congratulations. You should look who's coming" I turn my head and a very smiley Daniel Ricciardo was walking to our direction

"You knew?"

"I invited him to flight with us, I know how important you were for him these moths away from racing so I..." I interrupted him with a hug and a kiss in the cheek

"You're the best, Norris" Lando didn't expect that reaction, now he can feel his cheeks burning

I got up and run to Daniel. After Silverstone, I decided to wait for Danny's test with Pirelli. After he finished a call from Helmut Marko was all we need to know that he got the seat for the rest of the season. Even if I have a good relationship with the australian, I organized a few days off with Lando, Max, Nyck, some frineds and myself to let Nyck know that we're his friends and friends support each other.

"It's been only a week, you know?" He said laughing

"I don't care, I'm happy. These past 7 months had been like going on a rollercoaster over and over again so, you know. Even if it's AlphaTauri, you have your way back home, you never left, you just have to travel the world over in search of what you need and then return to find it"

"I know Char and thank you for everything" His eyes got glossy so I hug him "Do you like my design?" He said ponting to his sweater

"No, it is..." I gasp

"Yes, kiddo. Tommorrow a million boys are going to see you wearing the new collection"

"Ha ha, funny, you know that I have my eyes on someone"

"Someone a bit brainless. Hey Lando, I guess you were waiting for me"

"Yeah, let's go"

Once in the airplane

"I have to say that this is a very important moment and pretty faces like yours should be able to broke the internet" I said taking Lando's camera and pinting to them "New wallpapers for your fans"

They looked at each other and start with their goofiness and well... I guess they really missed each other. Maybe Carlos and I have competition.

"We are pretty good looking guys, you know?" Daniel said with a smile on his face

"Even you could use us as your wallpaper" said Lando

"Good offer but nothing can beat my photo with Tom Holland" I said with a side smile and ready to take a nap before we arrive in Budapest

"When are you gonna tell her how you feel?" asked Daniel looking at Lando

"I don't know what are you talking about" he answer looking at the mirror

"Kids, always scared of love"

DRIVE TO SURVIVE EP.4 S.6 NICE GUYS ALWAYS COME BACK

"Hello Charlotte"

"Hi Netflix, can I have some tea? I been walking around doing interviews and stuff and I couldn't finish my lunch"

"Sure, mint?"

"Yes, please" I smile to the interviewer "We can't start, I'll wait for the tea"

"Ok, what were you doing when the news drop?"

"Oh, ha ha, I was with the main character. I can do anything, even work as emotional supporter, PR, car mechanic, you know" one member of the staff approached me with the cup of tea "Thank you"

"How do you feel about this?"

I made a pause thinking and trying not to burn my lips "I think that this a great moment to tell you what happen after Abu Dabi. Well, I sign my contract with McLaren, I was feeling bad about the decision, just for Danny and I spent the night with him and his girlfriend just talking and at some point we got more serious and I just told him and without knowing about Red Bull: What is a home if not the first place you learn yo run from?"

I smiled to the camera "Then he told me about the third driver offer and I felt different, by the time he leave in 2018 I guess that he felt that he was destroying everything and he just needed to slip quietly to the back door without causing to much noise and then not stop running. And maybe that was he needed more than what he really wanted, let go the feeling of wanted to go back and remember what you once had and what you once where "

"But then I told him that it's funny that the feeling of leave home and being far away make us wander our choices but for Danny is something else. He's back home and ready to no longer remember which tale of his past is true and which is an invention. Outside he's the same on the inside he's the same kid that leave Australia looking for a dream"

"I guess he's your favourite person between the drivers" asked the producer

"No, Daniel is my brother and I know he feels the same about me"

📍Budapest

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landonorris We’re photographers. We’re back.

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user1 ARE YOU KIDDING ME. STOP THIS CUTENESS

f1mia need a landan.jpg account plz

charlotterjones This is a piece of art ❤️

landonorris including the photographer danielricciardo our favourite girl

user2 "dude we’re getting the band back together״

user3 we missed daniel button --->

I got inspired! This little story is linked with my current story called (Un)Lost

Hope you like it!

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Drive with you Forever

Chapter Eleven: The end leaves room for more

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: The end is just the beginning....

Warnings: depictions of abuse. Toxic media, mentions of murder and death, court trials,

Notes: have no fear, this may be the end of one story, but I promise there's more to come for these four ;)

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The media had caught wind of what happened. It was an absolute PR nightmare. She’s sent Christian an email with the entire footage and not just what was leaked. She was thankful he understood.

How did nobody understand what she’d been through? Why did they feel the need to make her feel worse?

She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t think.

Her tears had run out days ago. The lack of fluids in her body causing dehydration.

She’d gone dark. Nobody had heard from her. The boys only using their media platforms to make statements about how things needed to change and their positions.

They’d been gone for pre-season testing. She was staying with Hanna and Seb since the paddock felt like to much right now.

Nobody had heard from whatever this group was calling themselves now. Her fathers small army. More interestingly, everyone had yet to hear from Jos Verstappen. The man who’d been seen helping pin his son to the ground and get away without a scratch.

“It’s quiet without them.”

“If it gets to bad I can hop on a plane with you to go see them.”

She shook her head. Grateful for the offer, but they needed to focus.

Lando especially since he had to navigate another new teammate this year.

Sergio had taken over her spot permanently. Max had already driven with him for half a year, .so it wasn’t as new to him.

“Do you think I’ll ever get back to normal?”

Seb looks at her with fascination. “Normal is overrated. Bees are far from normal and they are great.”

“Are you really comparing me to a bee?”

“It’s not a comparison, it’s a compliment.”

~

They boys find themselves catching up with everyone in between sessions. The air around them trying to be calm but it was obvious there is a massive elephant in the room.

“Can we ask about what happened? Like are you three okay?” Asks Alex. He’d always had a kind nature and wants to make sure his friends had the support they need.

“Nothing much to say other then the media sucks.” Hisses Max. Everyone else nodding in agreement.

“Y/N is hiding now because people are ripping her to pieces.”

The grin that appears on George’s face doesn’t go unnoticed. “We could always make a bigger statement.”

“What would that entail?”

“If all twenty drivers stand as a united front then maybe people will start to listen.”

“And how exactly do we do that?”

“We boycott.”

~

The first race of the season is always an exciting moment. She felt like a child again creating her spot for the next two hours on the couch.

But when the television was turned on, the drivers were nowhere to be seen. There were no interviews. Nothing.

The commentary Box was doing nothing but singing her praises. Mentioning every victory and achievement she'd made in the sport.

Then, across the Grid, the drivers, her friends pratically her family, were holding a flag out with the words 'Self-defense is not murder. We stand woth Y/N.' Written across in bold letters.

But then her boys were not there.

No, they were on the podium with their own signs. All words about how the media needs to stop the hate.

She cried.

Seb and Hanna were smiling like idiots because they knew.

It hadn't taken much to get everyone on board. Only a few days to organize. The entire F1 grid, driver, teams, commentators, engineers, mechanics, team principles, are all standing as a united front on her behalf.

For the first time in weeks, her tears were of pure joy.

~

She went to the next race. Still out of the prying eyes of gossips. But she wanted to be there. Her place is in the racing world.

An hour before the race, Lando came running into the redbull garage with Charles in tow. Successfully scarring her and Max out of their chairs.

"You two look like I said we'd do your favorite things tonight. What did you do?" Max playfully glares at them, pulling a laugh from the female next to him.

"Look at it! It's the best thing I've ever read in my whole life!" Charles gestures to Lando's phone.

"Didn't you cry at shakespear and claim it was also the most beautiful thing you'd ever read?" The female quips.

"That was different. This isn't tragic."

Max takes Landos phone from him. The Brit look like he might pass out from the happiness.

Breaking: Jos Verstappen and US head of experimental sciences arrested for alleged kidnapping and attempted murder.

Her and Max stood in shock. This is a joke, right? There is no way they might get to love in peace.

"It's great right! Kind of- I'm not sure I guess how I should react. Are we happy or sad-" She shuts Lando up with a kiss.

"Best news ever."

The Redbull staff shoots them all confused glances as they crowd into Max's small driver room. The four of them need a moment with nothing but the fact they could potentially put this behind them and start moving toward better mental health.

They took a minute there, and then they ran to Christian. He dropped everything to tell the rest of the team.

Next came Carlos and Daniel. They cheered and hollered in joy for the four. The relief in their faces cause them to smile.

It wasn't long until the entire paddock knew.

But then it was time to race, and they had to leave each other's arms. Goodluck kisses on each if their foreheads.

While she waited for lights out, she called Seb.

"Did you see it?"

"See what?"

"They're gone. They're really gone." She chokes.

"That's amazing news! I take it you'll be celebrating tonight?" She can hear the suggestive wiggle if his eyebrows.

"Not sure yet. Everything is so ovedwhelming." She sighs. "I'm free now."

"Oh love, you were always free. I'm just glad you can see it now."

"It just felt like with him running around I couldn't breathe. Like he could appear at any moment."

"But you don't have to worry about that now. Whatever happens next we'll take it day by day, just ad we always have."

Step by step. Day by day.

They would figure it out.

All good things take time, and now it's finally her turn.

~

The trial was far too long for her liking. It took three days to pronounce him guilty, sentenced to life in prison for a shopping list of offenses. Some she didn't even know about.

It was never her fault her mother died during childbirth.

It was never her fault. None of it was. She was just made to believe she'd been to blame.

After the trial, she'd gotten a permanent position as a redbull strategist. A position she loves and intends on keeping for years to come.

Jos was sent to the Netherlands and also given jail time for his offenses. Max had sarcastically wished him well as the older Dutch was escorted out.

Now 2023 is in full swing. Only on race number four but it felt like it had been years.

Technically speaking, it had.

Seb, Hanna, Charles, Lando, Max.

They had gotten her through so much.

And as she lay with them. Their smiles wide as they recall funny stories from their past, she knows she is safe. She is loved in their arms.

This is not the end of her story.

After all, the end is just the door to a new beginning.

~

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

It looks like Meghan may be test-driving yet another narrative to handle the criticism about her failure to royal: it's all Harry's fault.

This started last week when reporters and journalists were speculating whether the Sussexes, had they stayed in, would have been able to help KP squash all the noise about Kate's condition and help BP squash the nosie about the royal family's bench strength by stepping up royal work. Hugo Vickers more or less said "no, because the Sussexes are only in it for themselves. Meghan wouldn't step up unless she personally benefited. She would have seen nothing in it for herself and would refuse to work."

So cue Esther Krakue, who appeared on Sky News Australia today. She agrees with Vickers that the Sussexes wouldn't have stepped up, but says it's because of Harry. Not Meghan. And the way she lays the blame squarely on Harry, she plays to both sides of the royal fence:

For the squaddies, she says "it's Harry's fault Meghan was a terrible royal because he made her start working before she was ready and willing."

For the rest of us, she says "Meghan lacked the temperament to be a proper royal because she wanted to be in charge and it's Harry's fault because he should have prepared her better."

That she speaks to both sides is making it a little harder to see whether this is Meghan setting up for a divorce narrative or whether this is an olive branch PR.

A quick disclaimer. I've no idea where Krakue falls in the royal reporting spectrum (is she a Sussex mouthpiece? Is she a straight-shooting royalist? Or does she go where the paycheck is?)

For me, I come down on "well, this feels like pre-emptive divorce narrative." Mainly because Meghan has been laying groundwork since 2017 for a domestic violence-based divorce narrative and "Harry forced Meghan to work" not only plays into that, it also implies he threatened Meghan.

Anyway. Here's the story.

And by the way, did you know this is the 11th time Meghan has tried to rewrite the story of her royal career? Let's review them!

#1. While they were dating/pre-engaged (2016 - late 2017): I’ll be the bestest duchess to duchess, better than Kate.

#2. While they were engaged (late 2017 - mid-2018): I’m going to hit the ground running and everyone will be so impressed The Queen will make me her heir.

#3. While “in” for 72 days (mid-2018 - late 2019): I’m only supporting my preferred charities and best friends, how dare you *coat flick*

#4. While Megxiting (late 2019 - March 2020): I don’t need the royals to do good work. They’re old-fashioned anyway. Watch me hit the ground running and being the bestest duchess to duchess.

#5. During the pandemic (March 2020 - March 2021): I’m not bound by the code of ethics the royals are so I can volunteer and support my most passionate causes, politics and political issues.

#6. While sobbing to Oprah (March 2020 - late 2021): I can’t do anything because Waity Katie gets all the help, attention, and money. I’m just a young black mother.

Next, Meghan loses control of the narrative as everyone shows up for the BRF after the Oprah interview, and even more so after Philip passes away. This collective effort establishes the narrative of Meghan's royal career as actually scornful "I should be getting paid for this" contempt (as summed up by Bower in 2021's Revenge). Meghan tries some things to backtrack over this but she just digs herself in deeper and deeper, leading to three competing narratives over Meghan's work--

a) “No one from the palace helped us, we had to do it all on our own because William and Kate were jealous and refused to let anyone help us.” (Sussexes)

b) “It’s your own fault. Harry should have better prepared you for the realities of royal life and actually, HERE ARE THE RECEIPTS, WE DID TRY TO HELP but you wanted your LA teams to do it instead.” (BRF and Royal Rota)

c) “She never wanted to work, she just wanted the fame and fortune, come on you people, it's so [bleeping] obvious." (The public and most royal watchers)

This lasts until the end of 2021 when Sunshine Sachs/Netflix/Spotify finally dig Meghan out through a few rounds of Olive Branch PR and Jubilee and Hollywood manifestations, leading to...

#8. While finally launching her Megxit career (end of 2021 to September 2022, The Queen’s passing): I’m finally doing the work I was promised I could do by the royal family. Look at what you could've had.

#9. After The Queen’s passing (October 2022 to end of 2022): I just wanted to work but they wouldn't let me do anything because they're jealous.

#10. During the Charles era (2023): I couldn’t do anything because the royals are racist.

And now, #11. Royal Health Crisis (January 2024): I never wanted to be a working royal, Harry made me and he didn’t prepare me appropriately.

[beautifulhigh]

Wanna get angry on this Saturday? Cool. Come join me on this.

I think Miguel hacked Alex's emails way before the leak.

Alex wouldn't be able to just "drop by" somewhere for coffee. It would have to be cleared, vetted, all the usual stuff. So he will have a routine that he follows, a routine which includes (at least) one Secret Service member. And when you have a routine and protection like that, schedules will be sent out confirming who is with Alex and what the plan is for the day. Sent out by email. And OH LOOK he's in the coffee shop...

Alex tells Zahra that he "emailed senior campaign staff" three weeks ago with his Texas memo. A memo that Miguel has read by the State DInner. He says he "quite literally has his sources" and... well.

The email leak. Miguel has his article written and published within hours of them being put on Reddit and he is called out on how quick that is.

So when did Miguel hack Alex's email?

"We made out once, on the campaign..."

Ellen Claremont was on the verge of making history (huh). The first female president, in a mixed race marriage with a biracial, bilingual son. The Lometa Longshot going all the way to the White House. Getting the inside track on that would have been one hell of a scoop and when you have her son, desperate to do more, be more in this world, then that's an in you can manage. Get some details about the campaign, how things are going. But also finding out about the people behind it - film!Oscar and his own political campaigns. Alex, the up and coming law student.

Little flirting, little making out "fully naked, in a hot tub"... You gotta wonder where Alex's phone was at that time and whether Miguel got his hands on it.

From day one, the central mission of POLITICO has been to help sustain and vastly expand nonpartisan political and policy journalism by winning the audience. (From Politco's "About" page)

Alex talks about how he's good for "photo ops and New Year's parties and stupid shit like that" and so there is an interest in Alex, the First Son. He's good looking - the party is filled with the "who's who of eligible young women" and we know from Henry's first text that he attends events with a plus one. And Miguel has a line into that, to win the audience for Politico with updates about Alex doing more, being more, working as part of his mother's campaign.

So yeah. I think Miguel got access to Alex's emails back on the first campaign trial which makes it all the more horrible as he watched those emails come through in real time. He knew what was going on when he was in New York, making comments about them being in the same hotel.

"Do you really think we're ever hooking up again?" "Well I don't anymore"

is his reply in a lovely bit of equivocation because Alex is clearly shutting him down this time... but maybe he also knows about Henry. The Henry who walks in through the door moments later. Miguel knows he won't be hooking up with Alex because someone else is, and maybe the comment was a way to test the water. Would Alex turn him down and say or suggest he was seeing someone?

In the book more emails are exchanged following the storming of Kensington: there is no clear timeline in the movie: Labor Day is at the start of September (Lake House), it's a week before Alex flies to London (so mid-September), and the election is at the start of November. They are outed the week before polling (Zahra says "we'll find out next week" following Alex's speech) which makes it around mid to end of October when they're outed. That's about one month in which they would have been in touch, likely through emails, fully committed to this relationship and making it work.

Dropping the bomb before the election is one way to get traction because all eyes are on the White House at that time. Plus a month to pull off the emails, to get them sorted, make a plan for Reddit, start working on your article...? Taking each new message as it comes in?

Miguel hacked Alex's emails WAY before the leak and I'm pretty sure I'm willing to die on this hill.

[whiskeynwriting]

I can’t help but imagining jack and baby cakes getting a tiny little cowboy hat for their baby

This is seriously such a cute idea, omg

A Blessing

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink (what’s new), breeding kink (ooh this is new), lactation kink (this is new too!), talk of pregnancy, unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom daddy whiskey, very brief mentions of loss/death

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A/N: I'm so in love with him I can't stand it.

Not beta-read, read at your own risk my friends

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In your opinion, there wasn’t a better way to tell him. After you found out yourself, it was only a matter of time before he found out, too. And you didn’t want it to be by accident, and you didn’t want him to wait. The moment just flowed so freely, his words sparking something inside of you.

“From now on, sugar,” When he looked up into your eyes, your smaller frame sitting snugly on his lap, you were able to see everything. Every bit of your husband’s love and genuine care on display. “It’s just you and me.” 

Swallowing, you felt your anxiety fizzle through your veins, excitement and worry all wrapped into one. And he noticed your change in expression, his own now frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.” 

Almost nervously, he laughs. Feeling unsure. “What do you mean? Teddy?”

Your new puppy is already asleep in his crate, though it pains you to see. You can’t wait until he’s old enough to sleep on the bed with you.

“No… not exactly.” Giggling nervously, you sigh, looking down. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Jack,” Looking back up into his eyes, you take a deep breath, deciding to be forward with him. “I’m pregnant, baby.”

Immediately, the muscles in his face drop, a look of tender shock washing over him. Slowly, his head moves back, getting a better look at you.

“No, you’re not.” He says blankly, eyes searching your own for any sense of hesitation.

Smiling brightly, you nod. “Yeah, I am.” 

“What, I mean, you…” Those warm brown eyes then drop down to your tummy, staring dumbly at you. “Really? Are you s-sure?” 

Internally, his heart is racing, throat going dry as he processes this. I’m gonna be a dad?

“Yes, baby. I’m sure. I took like ten tests.” You’re laughing now, hands holding his cheeks to lift his eyeline to you. “I told you I’d give you babies, honey.” 

“I can’t believe this.” All at once, his emotions hit the surface, a gentle wetness forming on his lower lashline. “Baby, oh my god.” 

Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around you, face resting against your chest. It’s a tight embrace, forcing your body against his. He can’t even describe all of the emotions he’s feeling right now. Something between pride and disbelief and gratitude and love. Always so much love for you.

“How, how far along are you?” Chuckling, he shakes his head, kissing your covered chest. “Babycakes, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe this.” 

“I’m not sure.” Lowering yourself, you turn, resting your cheek on the top of his head while stroking his hair. “No more than a few weeks; a little over a month, probably.” 

“Well, let’s schedule you a doctor’s appointment, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re okay, that everything is ready.”

“Ready?” You giggle, looking down at him. 

“Well, yeah! We gotta make sure they’re healthy, make sure you’re healthy. Figure out how far along you are and start planning. You know, I’ve always thought about a ranch-themed nursery.”

This time, a big-bellied laugh escapes you. “Of course you have.” 

“Honey, we’re gonna have a baby.” 

While the two of you have talked about kids before, he never really came to terms with the fact that it would happen again. Ever since losing his first wife Anna, and their unborn son Rhett, he didn’t think it was possible to be gifted such a blessing again. But here you are, giving him everything he could ever want, giving him the entire goddamn world. 

“I’ll always be here, sweetheart. I’ll always protect you, provide for you - you know that, don’t you?” Immediately, worry consumes him, worry and determination. He won’t let what happened to them happen to you. You’re the most precious thing he’s ever had, he won’t ever lose you. 

“Of course, I do.” Kissing the tip of his nose, you smile. “You made those promises to me on the day of our wedding. But I knew it before then, too.” 

Your husband then sighs, sucking in a deep breath shortly thereafter. He’s holding onto you like he’ll never let you go. And he never will. 

“I know this is obviously really soon, but…” 

Jack’s eyes are on you as you speak, his attention unwavering. He can’t believe you’re his wife, can’t believe you’re going to be the mother of his child.

“Do any names come to mind?” You’ve discussed names before, but you’re wondering if any stand out to him now.

He nods, smiling. “You know I like Henry and Jasper.” 

At this, you hum. You’ve always loved the name Henry, and have had a fondness for the name Jasper since he introduced it to you. “And for a girl?” 

“Rowan or Violet.” Jack says firmly, “I love those names.” This makes you grin; you’d introduced him to both of them.  

“Jack?”

“Hm?” He’s still gazing up at you, resting his chin gently on your chest. The expression on his handsome face is entirely lovestruck, in absolute awe of the vision of you. “What is it, baby?” His hands are caressing your back, fingers tracing small, delicate circles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, baby doll.” He looks like such a puppy right now, staring at you with an incredible amount of adoration. “I can’t believe you’re giving me a baby.”

Grinning excitedly, you whisper, “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care.” Comes his immediate answer, shaking his head briefly. “I don’t care at all, not a single bit, baby. I just want ‘em, want a little kid runnin’ around here that’s half you, half me.”

“Just one?” You tease, smiling. And you’re still running your fingers through his hair, heart beating profoundly.

“As many as you’ll let us have, honey.” He tells you wholeheartedly. And then he releases another breath, and quite dramatically. Dropping his head, he kisses your chest, more passionately this time. “Honey, you’re going to look so beautiful with our baby.” 

One of his hands then retracts, sliding over your pelvis, thumb brushing against your lower belly. Truly, he can’t wait to see it, your stunning body growing from his baby. He can’t believe you want this; if only he knew how proud you were to have it. What a blessing.

“You think so, daddy?” 

Something about the moment shifts from sweet to sensual, Jack’s mouth slowly moving over you. Mhm is all he says in response, mumbling against your chest. 

“You know,” He then says, that southern voice growing deep. “I was wondering why you weren’t drinkin’ tonight.” 

“Yeah, it’s because I’m carrying your baby.”

“Oh, honey.” Closing his eyes, he forces out a heavy breath. “Say it again.”

“What? That I have your baby in me?” It’s said in a teasing voice; you love how he’s responding to this. 

Lifting his head, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one you return with overt happiness. Jack is absolutely overjoyed to hear this, all of it. And if it’s even possible, it’s made him fall that much harder for you. 

“Babycakes,” Just like that, his hands are sliding down to your ass, gripping your firmly while he groans. Sliding his face over your clothed breasts, he coos quietly. “Daddy wants you.” 

“Yeah?”

Now that you’re thinking about it, tonight was the perfect time to tell him - on New Year’s Eve, on the one-year anniversary of your engagement. You swear, life with him is like a fairy tale. 

“Baby, come here.” Jack’s mouth has moved up to your neck, his hands securing themselves to the bottom of your thighs while he stands up. 

Lifting you with him, he revels in the way you cling to his body, holding onto the sturdiness of him. You can feel the muscles in his upper back and arms, your own wrapping around his neck. Your thighs squeeze his waist, feeling the broadness of his palms slide up to your ass. 

“You’re mine? Huh?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek. 

After striding down the hall, he nudged open your bedroom door, now lowering you to the bed. But his body doesn’t leave you, it covers you, crawling over your smaller form. 

Breathing out a deep sigh, he gazes down at you, a predatory look in his eyes. “Say it.” 

“I’m yours.” Already, you feel drunk on him, on this new feeling. Reaching out, you hold his face. And because of your compliance, he leans into your hold, coming down to kiss you. 

“Oh, baby, let me love on you.” Turning his head, he rubs his forehead over your chin, a gentle and loving nudge. “Daddy wants to touch you.”

Right now, all he’s thinking about is the beauty of your body. You were a gorgeous thing before, and he never thought you could be more amazing than you already were. But somehow, you are. Somehow, you’ve managed to mesmerize him even more. 

You let him move you, let him do whatever he wants. Gentle hands remove your clothing, leaving you bare while he remains clothed. He’s not focusing on himself, he’s focusing on you. 

Jack’s strong hands run down your sides while he sighs, eyes trailing over your naked form. Immediately, he leans down, lips meeting your lower belly. He kisses you softly, humming happily, rubbing your hips while he does it.

“Baby…” He’s already being so sweet, you can’t wait to see how he acts when you really have a belly.

Reaching down, your fingers slide easily through his hair, Jack’s handsome face relaxed in contentment. He feels warm, touching you softly. To get closer to your skin he leans back, lifting his shirt from his body. And then he’s returning to you, face snuggling into the slope of your neck. His one arm keeps him up while his other lays over your body, keeping a hand on your tummy. 

“You’re my girl, honey.” The curve of his nose slides along your neck, knocking your head to the side ever so gently. “Say it to me.”

Smiling, you lift your hands, holding the sides of his face. “I’m your girl, baby.”

“That’s right, honey.” He’s smiling that gorgeous smile, the one that made you fall for him. “You’re so pretty, babycakes. So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mhm.” Nodding, you keep your grin, melting beneath his praise. 

“Then say it.” He softly demands, whispering into your ear. “Say it to me.”

“I’m pretty,” Jack grunts slightly when you don’t say it all, shaking his head against you. But it makes him happy when you complete the phrase. “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s my girl, my good girl. Say it to me, honey. Let me hear you say it - you’re my good girl.”

“I’m your good girl.” He’s never done this before, never made you repeat his praise. But he wants you to know it, wants you to say it until you truly believe it. Jack wants you to know how wonderful you truly are. 

The hand on your stomach lifts to your chest, touching you kindly. He cups you, massages you, turning his head to press those plush lips to your cheek. And he continues, going on for who knows how long, making you repeat his wonderful words and feeling pride bloom in his chest when you say them. 

You’re the love of my life. 

Your body is amazing

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

You’re the person that completes me

“I want you to know it, honey. I always want you to know it.” 

The love Jack gives you is on an entirely different level than the love you’ve received from others. It’s like you didn’t even know what love was before him. 

“Mm…” He hums, hand dropping from your chest to rub between your legs. “Sugar, you’re wet?”

“Yes, daddy.” You’re nodding, whining slightly, heart skipping in its beat. 

“You want me, baby? You want it?” He’s kissing your cheek again, sighing against you. “Because daddy wants you.” 

Nothing would make Jack happier in this moment than to claim you, to mark your body as his all over again. Spiritually, emotionally, physically, you're his. And he is yours.

Your words allow him to move easily, shifting his pants off his hips and down his legs until they’re discarded somewhere behind him. Jack’s body keeps you down, the warm skin of his chest pressing into your own. This is when he finally meets your lips, his hungry and passionate. Your husband swallows every sound you make, every moan and high whine as he positions himself to slide inside. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” His breaths are already hurried, speaking when he pushes himself into the space between your legs. “When you let me lay you back, when you let me take care of you…” 

“I always want you to.” Reaching for his shoulders, you cling to him, walls stretching around his girth. 

He’s moving so slow that it’s becoming agonizing, finally deciding to lift your hips to speed up the process. And it works, Jack’s punched-out gasp fanned across your face as he looks down at you, down at where the two of you connect.

“If you think I spoiled you before…” He says, grabbing onto your hip with a grin. “You have no idea what’s comin’.”

“I know you’ll always take care of me daddy,” Something emotional overcomes you, one hand lifting to cup his handsome face. “I need you.”

Instantly, he’s diving down, bringing himself back to you. He lets you hold him, both arms wrapping around his neck. Keeping his one hand on your hip, he begins a gradual pace, ducking himself into the crook of your neck to suck sensually on your skin. 

“Daddy, faster, please.”

Already, you’re whining for him, and he fucking loves it, he always has. You succumb so easily to him. Since the first night you saw him, you’ve been addicted. 

“Uh-uh,” Shaking his head, he keeps himself against your neck. “We’re gonna go at daddy’s pace. Don’t wanna hurt your body, baby.”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise, I just, I want it.” You haven’t even had your first ultrasound yet and he’s already treating you like glass. 

Dropping his forehead to your chest, he groans. “You think you know what’s best?”

At this, you whimper, his simple words putting you back in your place. 

“You’ll do what daddy says, babycakes.” Shaking his head, he sighs, continuing to slide in and out of you at a gradual pace. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Your tiny okay daddy prompts him to lift his head, praise floating from his lips as he leans in to kiss you. Opening his mouth, his tongue slides against your own, tasting you with a sense of urgency. The way he moves his mouth is entirely opposite to the rest of his body. He’s still going slow, the firm drag of him along your walls making you cry out for him. 

“Oh my god, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack is panting, his hips rutting into you repeatedly. And you’re still clinging to him, lifting your pelvis to meet his every thrust. 

Sliding your hand down his back, it lands on his ass, pushing him closer to you, urging him to dive deeper inside you. 

“You can’t do that.” Feeling your nails scratch down his back, he bares his teeth briefly, feeling a surge of adrenaline kick in. “I’m gonna cum too quick if you keep doing that.” He’s referring to the way you’re moving your hips, and the way you’re touching him.

“It’s okay, daddy. I want it,” Leaning in, you whisper to him, “I already have it.” 

“Oh, honey,” And just like that, he’s thinking about the pregnancy, about how beautiful you’ll look with your belly. “Will you let me lick you?”

“Hm?” 

His free hand rises to your chest again, gripping your left breast. “When these get big ‘n full…”

Those brown eyes then look down, gazing at your chest with a sense of hunger you’ve never seen before.

“Will you let me taste them?”

Fuck, you never even thought about that. It’s never been brought up before, Jack having any kind of lactation kink. But it makes sense, he does love your soft, plump chest. 

“Baby, that’s so sexy…” Watching him dive down, he sucks your nipple inside his mouth, moaning. “Yes, of course I will, daddy.” 

Just thinking about it makes him throb, his imagination pushing him to the edge. He can already picture it, your sensitive tits spilling from the nipple, leaking down your chest. It would taste so sweet, the milk dripping from you. He’d massage them in his warm, strong hands, squeezing more out of you. 

“Fuck me, sugar, I’m…” Pinching his eyes shut, he groans. “Jesus baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re not sure if you’re feeling sensitive from your early pregnancy or just from the moment, but you feel like you could cum, too. It didn’t always happen, experiencing your high solely from his length. But the way he’s fucking you right now is making your body shake. 

He bites into your shoulder, groaning, hips jerking harshly into the space between your legs. Jack lets you guide him, your hand on his ass pushing him in even deeper than he already is. With your other hand, you grip his hair, your body rolling up against his. The feeling of him spilling inside you is what does it, and it shocks you both, your orgasm riding through you in waves. And then Jack slides his hand up the bed, holding the back of your head and kissing the bruise he left. 

The way he cums is something else; it’s like it has a different purpose now. Holding your body close, he wraps both arms around you, thinking about the life the two of you have built. He’s never been more confident that you’re the one for him. 

Jack’s aftercare was always top tier, you’re truly blessed to have such a doting partner. After cleaning you, he brings you a clean set of pajamas, placing a pillow beneath your head. He knows your nighttime routine pretty well, so he brings you your hairbrush and a hair tie, watching you brush and then braid your hair. When you’re done, he puts everything back, returning to your side in no time. Smoothing his palm over your forehead, he kisses it, doing the same to your belly. And it makes you grin. He then jogs downstairs, grabbing your water bottle so he can fill it and also bring up some snacks. 

“You wanna watch somethin’, baby?” Setting your bottle on your nightstand, he sighs, grunting slightly as he rounds the bed to get situated on his side. “Brought you some fruit and popcorn.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to do that.” Smiling brightly at him, your eyes dazzle with admiration. 

But while you’re looking at him, he frowns, eyes narrowing. Darting slightly to the side, he looks at your phone screen, now grinning. 

“What’s that?” He asks, nodding at your phone. 

Turning your head, you look back at your Google search, cheeks burning from your grin. Looking back at him, you nibble on your corner lip. 

“What do you think about a tiny cowboy hat?”

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don't have a specific request but would loooove to see anything more from you about felipe, there's such a shortage about him on here 😩

Inimigos

Summary: being srunched up on the same team as your rival since karting days doesn't go too well.

Rating: +16

Warnings: some angst, bit of asshole reader and drugovich, enemies to lovers, hint of a smut.

Word count: 2.5k

Note: since there was no theme or something more than drugovich, i made an idea from a friend, she was very specific with things so it did help me to create something more than a blurb, enjoy it!

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Aston Martin announces its reserve drivers, both Brazilians, Felipe Drugovich and you. 

Everyone on the team was happy for the addition, however, you two couldn't stand each other since karting days. Literally, since you two were kids, in the south of Brasil, you two made clear that a negative feeling existed. Growing up as a girl in the middle of motorsports was hard - and being latina? Even harder, so you had to fight five times as everyone around you. When you two reached Formula 2 in 2020, that was the moment of your career, it was going to be awesome. 

You placed well in those years, even a championship, but the only moment you could get closer to Formula One. And yet, he was always right behind you. He won in 2022 and then what? Aston Martin decided to hire you two.

You wouldn't look him in the face, not even if you needed to, they were too many memories to forget. Obviously, you could be civil to him in front of the team, but the bickering never stopped - and sometimes it annoyed you too much, he didn't understand what it was like to be a woman in this world, so you had to be serious and controlled, but he didn't help.

First race of 2023, he was tipped to take Lance Stroll's place, but the Canadian was cleared by the FIA to race - which left him disappointed, but he knew his place. As much as you knew how frustrating it was, the urge to tease him was greater, as Drugovich made sure to rub it in your face that the one making a Formula One debut would be him and not you.

"How are you? After being benched even though you tested the car?" You cracked a smile, sipping your coffee.

"Vai ver se eu tô na esquina, guria.” (Go see if I'm around the corner, girl.)

"What a sweetheart, get pissy and start speaking Portuguese?" You lift his chin with your index finger. "Não esquece que eu sou brazuca também, fofo.” (Don't forget I'm Brazilian too, baby.)

"Então vai se foder!” (Then fuck you.)

Someone on the team must have noticed the childish bickering you were having, because after you spent a few more days picking on each other, a "relationship coordinator" called him into a meeting and when you walked into the room, he was there, sitting with his arms crossed. Before you could protest, the woman raised her hand and ordered you to sit in the chair next to him. She began to explain that officials have seen the two of you having moments of disagreement, as well as talking over each other, not greeting each other and in general frowning when the other was present. And according to the coordinator, that was unacceptable coming from two exceptional runners who were looking for a future in the sport, that type of attitude wouldn’t be tolerated. That wasn’t even the worst part, you could hold yourselves and not whine like two kids, but what she obliged you two to do was the cherry on top.

“You’ll have to work together not just into the car and simulator development, but also into PR stuff, so we build a positive atmosphere around your relationship. Two Brazilian reserves working on their dreams of motorsports.”

Well, let’s say that the first week didn’t work at all - ended up in you two arguing outside of the Silverstone factory, in portuguese, which made some employees very scared of how intense that got.

Later that night, you called Novalak to dispose of your Felipe drama.

“Dude, he’s insufferable! He thinks less of me, disagrees with every single thing I say and I just fight back!” You threw yourself against the hotel bed. “Or even… His freaking face makes me angry!”

“Woah, woah, calm down, chère.” He said, chuckling. “I’m friends with him and I know he’s too much sometimes… But c’mon, you’re grown ups, so solving things like your age is an idea.”

“Then if he’s your friend, talk to him about it!”

“I will! I will!” You laughed at his reaction. “Besides that, how's it going?”

“Good. Feeling positive about this year. You?”

“You know… Trident is okay, but I miss the MP family.”

………………………………………………………………

The next weeks it sucked less than you thought it would be, it wasn’t easy, but the teasing was lessening each day to the point it came to indifference, you two didn’t fight, but barely acknowledged each other in the room unless you needed to do a video - that’s when your pretending skills were at its max, the fake smiles and the nice words just wanted to make up puke. 

Felipe wasn’t dealing with it easily, he wanted to make snarky comments and tease until you exploded, however after a conversation with Clément, he thought why would he do that? Indifference was more pleasant for the team and if he stopped it, you would too, so never needing to do those boring tasks again.

That afternoon, You were called into Lawrence's office, which was full of important people and he thought that maybe you were going to have your contract ended and probably he would have it too - or no, but he was more afraid of the idea of not having all of this anymore. What actually happened was that you were given the chance of a seat in Formula E for the next season, still affiliated with Aston Martin drivers academy, but representing the team in another category - and bringing the team as a sponsor. It wasn’t your idea at the beginning, going to a different category, but at the same time, the feeling of finally doing it, going to a major category with more visibility than ever - it would still be the same, only woman in the sea of testosterone, on the other hand… A once in life opportunity, a door opened because of it.

You left the office with the biggest smile, messaging your family before laughing alone - it was a seat! In a professional, big category and you were going to rock it.

From afar, Felipe saw your happiness, getting confused why you could be so happy after a conversation with Stroll. He got closer, almost towering you.

“Happy that you got fired?”

“Better. A seat!” You squealed. “Eu vou para a Fórmula E.” (I’m going to Formula E)

“What?”

“Yeah!” You stopped smiling as you saw his reaction. “You can mock me or whatever, I’m allowed to be happy, because things have never been easy for me.”

“Congrats. Good luck with electric cars.”

He just left you there.

………………………………………………………..

Drugovich didn’t understand why that caught him up, you going to another category and finally leaving you alone. Then why was he feeling like he was losing something?

So he ignored you for months. Barely would exchange words, look and only be actually around you when PR needed everyone around. The atmosphere between you two passes from hate to… Nothing, all those years of hate or any social interaction disappeared. You missed that, the bickering and getting all stressed over him, it was funny, the hate moved you to do more, to be better than he was. And now? Just waiting.

The Aston Martin end of the season gala was tonight, you were wearing a deep purple dress that hung into your body perfectly. It was a bittersweet moment for you, saying goodbye to the team - for a while, at least. On the other hand, being the happiest you could ever be, even though there was something in your chest that didn’t feel right. You begged for Novalak to be your plus one, because everyone was going to take, so it would be weird for you to be the only one alone. Well, Felipe didn’t think of that, when he arrived, it was just him and no one else - immediately he looked at you and your friend in common, walking towards him to say hi.

“Clem! Looking handsome, eh?” He smiled, hugging him, while you stood to the side. When his dark eyes landed at you, he gulped and gave you a small hug - PR rules. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?”

“Yeah, just tonight. Usually you look like someone who could use some sleep.” He smiled. That was new, but at the same time nostalgic, the teasing.

You two spent the night flirting/bickering towards each other, like old times were coming alive again, remembering all the hate it used to happen, but in a softer tone, like everything was this big joke and only you could understand it. That… ignited feelings on you, such as an old fire being lit again.

During your Formula 4 days, you developed a big crush on him - and honestly? He was the most handsome there, it wasn’t your fault, however you never thought about going forward, scared that he would treat you as a joke or the feelings would be not reciprocated, so you let the hate you’ve always had dominate you and let this feeling die, until that moment.

Seeing him wearing a suit, drinking whiskey and laughing along with some many people awoke that burn inside of you. And again, you wouldn’t do anything.

Meanwhile, Drugovich had to look away from you, your body was like a magnet to his eyes and he just couldn’t stop looking at you. Every few minutes he had to remind himself why he wasn’t going to do anything: you hated each other, it had always been that way. His chest was getting tighter and it was getting harder to breathe, so he excused himself from the table - earning confused looks from you and Clément, soon after he left, walked right behind him.

When you walked outside, he was sitting down on the staircase, breathing heavily. You let the French go first towards him, touching his shoulder and calling him. Slowly, you walked to them, your heels clicking on the floor made his head rise up, scrunching up.

“Why are you here?”

“To see if you’re okay.”

“You’ve seen me, you can go back and rub your happiness for other people.” He mumbled and you cursed under your breath, sitting by his side.

“You’re feeling hot.” Novalak commented.

“Thank you?” He chuckled, sniffing.

“No, like, feverish.”

Without him being able to refuse, you put your face against his forehead. “Yup. C’mon, we’ll get you to the hotel. The important speeches and shit already has happened, we can go.” “You two can stay, I’ll go alone.” Please don’t.

“No way, Felipe. We’re staying at the same hotel, Clem will drop us there and I’ll at least give you some medication.”

The car ride to the hotel was awkward, he refused to speak and you tried to distract yourself with the radio music and the poor friend had to stuck up with your childishness. When you arrived at the hotel, you picked up his keys and went to his hotel room.

“Shower, go.” 

“Leave me alone. I don’t want your company.”

“Oh.” You crossed your arms. “We’re back to the sourness? I forgot how a little bitch you can be.”

“Please. You don’t understand.”

“Tell me then, make me understand, Drugo.” Hearing the nickname was the last straw for him.

“Make you understand? Okay then.” He got up, getting further from you. “Eu sempre peguei no seu pé a minha vida inteira, desde que a gente era criança porque eu odiava que você era melhor que eu. Odiava que você era muito mais séria e tinha muito mais potencial, eu odiava que você tinha capacidade e derrubava todo mundo sem fazer esforço. Eu odiava não ser tão bom quanto você! E eu quis aliviar isso, mas esse sentimento ruim me consumiu por todo, eu até queria ser seu amigo, mas eu descobri há um tempo atrás que eu não consigo isso e sabe por quê? Porque eu não quero que você vá embora! E eu sei que isso é extremamente egoísta, mas eu não quero que você vá embora porque por mais que tenhamos nos odiado esse tempo todo, eu amava a provocação, era um incentivo! E agora você vai seguir seus sonhos e eu fiquei aqui, para trás novamente. Eu nem sei se vou conseguir um assento para o ano que vem e isso também está me matando por dentro. O erro foi deixar aquela coordenadora tornar algo indiferente e eu perceber que sem você, não tem Drugo, não tem paixão! Só tem um garotinho brasileiro assustado e com medo que o futuro não seja brilhante, mas sim medíocre enquanto a pessoa que ele poderia ter só escapou das mãos dele. Pode me chamar de egoísta, de filho da puta, do que quiser, mas é a verdade.” (I've been picking on you my whole life, ever since we were kids, because I hated that you were better than me. I hated that you were so much more serious and had so much more potential. I hated that you had the ability and could take everyone down without making an effort. I hated that I wasn't as good as you! And I wanted to relieve that, but this bad feeling consumed me all over, I even wanted to be your friend, but I found out a while ago that I can't do that and do you know why? Because I don't want you to leave! And I know this is extremely selfish, but I don't want you to leave because as much as we've hated each other this whole time, I loved the teasing, it was an incentive! And now you're going to follow your dreams and I'm left here, behind again. I don't even know if I will get a seat for next year and it is killing me inside too. The mistake was letting that coordinator make me indifferent and I realised that without you, there is no Drugo, no passion! It just has a scared little Brazilian boy afraid that the future won't be bright, but mediocre while the person he could have just slipped out of his hands. You can call me selfish, you can call me a son of a bitch, whatever you want, but it's the truth.)

When he stopped talking, you could see tears pricking up on his eyes, so without thinking, you walked to him, hugging his body against yours and letting his head on your shoulder, pampering kisses on his head.

“Você pode me ter, meu bem.” (You can have me, my dear.)

He raised his head, looking at you and feeling a weight off his shoulders, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a deep romantic kiss. You yelped at first, surprised at his bold move, however as soon as his lips were moving against yours, you melted into his touch, holding his face and letting his tongue explore yours. Even if his body was feverish - which was a totally emotional reaction, he was feeling good, dropping kisses on your jaw.

“Let me take care of you…” You murmured. 

“I certainly don’t refuse that.”

“Horny.”

“You too.”

“Fair.”

You both laughed and he took off your dress and shoes, soon being only in his trousers, pushing you against the bed and starting to kiss your neck.

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 2

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:  mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of bodily fluids.

“Fuck…”

Chris watched you like a hawk as the smallest of snores passed your lips.  He smiled from his spot at the foot of the bed. 

Shortly after you had fallen asleep, he’d gently spread you out on the bed so he could watch himself spilling from between your thighs. 

He was obsessed with the amount of chemistry the two of you shared; and even more so with watching the after-effects of your relations spilling from your thoroughly used hole.

He smiled to himself, watching your body.  He could picture you months from now, swelling with his child, his seed still spilling from your core because he couldn’t get enough.  And neither could you.

The two of you had made a mess of the bed, you in particular leaving his sheets all but soaked as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, before finally spilling his seed in your tight, warm channel. 

But as you slept, part of him felt like the moment was so right.

You felt so right.

He knew that his decision to move forward in creating a family for himself had been the right one.

You looked at him owlishly as you were led into a room with a few other women. 

It felt more like a lineup as the company’s manager Elroy Petashnik had the half a dozen women that Chris and his mother had picked out.  

“You know, we don’t normally get a lot of parents coming in with their sons to pick out a girl…” Elroy chuckled as he gave Chris’ mother a tight-lipped smile, “Lisa-“

“You can call me Ms. C,” she said shortly, “and I came with my Christopher because this isn’t just a PR stunt.  He wants to settle down…start a family.  But he doesn’t want to just go on a dating site or meet someone off the street.  He’s assured me that your company is the best in…whatever this is.”

“Think of me like a matchmaker,” he smiled softly, “Chris’ manager came to me because of success with previous clients.”

“Which was why I helped him narrow it down,” she answered, “I trust his manager with helping him make business decisions.  One of these girls is to be part of our family.  So, consider this meeting a preliminary test of that.”

“Noted,” he replied gently, “the women we have gathered are from the age range, and specifications that were given to us-“

“There weren’t more women?” Lisa scoffed.

“Mom…”

“These were the women that Mr. Evans and yourself had previously okayed, and that were alright with the possibility of leaving the company and having children,” Mr. Petashnik finished as Chris’ eyes trailed the line of women, stopping nearly at the end, his eyes meeting yours, “Mr. Evans, Ms. C, do you two have any initial questions before we go any further into this?”

You were gentle in how you raised your hand. 

The other women avoided eye contact with you, the girls on either side, taking a step away from you and how you’d drawn the attention to yourself.  They were having a discussion like the lot of you weren’t in the room, and while you had agreed to be put in the situation, you did in fact have questions of your own.

“Yes?” Chris asked softly, instantly drawn in by you.

“I just want to know how serious you are about this, Mr. Evans?” you asked softly.

Chris’ brow rose as he looked at you, “excuse me?”

“While I’m entirely open to the idea of settling down, I am curious about your motives,” you replied honestly, “I’m sure all of us have seen the type of situations you put yourself into with stories of you in the tabloids…and the characters you play aren’t a far cry from the press you get, are they?  I guess, what I’m asking is, are you looking for a hole to fill, or a wife?”

Lisa laughed, clearly amused by how you were unafraid in addressing her son.  But Chris crossed his arms, trying to keep his cool, “I can assure you, that I’m looking to settle down.  But out of curiosity, what character exactly are you referring to?”

“I’m sure we’ve all seen Not Another Teen Movie,” you giggled softly, “you seem quite like Jake Wyler…”

“You think I’m just some empty-headed guy looking for a quick fix or a woman to change on a bet?”

“Well, you aren’t looking for a banana split!” you teased softly.  Lisa laughed from beside her son, making a comment about ‘liking you already.’

“Don’t worry…I’ll save the banana split for the third date!” he teased; his own smile unable to be held back by how you challenged him.  His eyes fell away from yours as he tried to look at the other women in the group to see if they had any fire to them, “does anyone else have any questions?”

“Chris…”

He shifted in his chair, his attention going from your core to your eyes, and how you were sitting up, sleepily wiping your eyes. 

He hadn’t realized how his throat went dry. 

Or how he had been lost in his train of thought, thinking about the first time he’d met you, and how far the two of you had come in just those two months of interviews and two weeks of being together. 

“Hmm?”

“A-are you watching me sleep again?”

A blush rose to his cheeks, and he nervously bit his upper lip as he eyed you down, “Maybe…”

“You watching it slip out of me won’t keep it in or speed up the process that we’re going through,” you teased, “it won’t knock me up any faster.”

“Only one way to do that!” he smirked, sitting forward, “knocking you up, that is.  And that means me putting even more in any time I see it slipping out of you…”

“Well, what are you doing out of bed then, big guy?” you asked gently, motioning for him to come back to bed, “waiting for all of your hard work to make an appearance before you slide back in?”

Chris chuckled to himself for a moment before standing from his chair and walking over to the side of the bed, where the blanket had fallen off during the heat of the moment hours earlier. 

“You’re tired!” he reminded you as he slipped onto the bed; the mattress dipping ever so slightly as his weight added to it, “I’m not going to make you even more exhausted…”

“Please do,” you grinned, “I love how well I sleep after I’ve been thoroughly tired out!”

“Yeah?” he asked, “you know…I never noticed it until earlier, but you have the cutest, small little snores when I fuck all the energy out of you…”

“Oh, do I?”

He nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, “yes…and honestly, I’m not sure whether I like having sex with you more, or watching how peaceful you are after we’ve gone a few rounds…”

“Chris Evans…wants to take breaks during sex?” you teased, pressing another kiss to his lips, “who is this man, and what has he done to the future father of my child?”

“Made him sentimental, is all…at least a little bit,” he shrugged gently, “Makes my urge to fill you even stronger…but I’m not going to just cum in you because I can…”  

“I thought you wanted to use me all the time!” you answered, reminding him of the conversation the two of you had during one of the final interviews, “remember?  What happened to that man?”

“Exclusivity!” he said slowly, eyeing your reaction, as he looked over the checklist he’d created for the final interview, “what are your thoughts on it?”

“If you really do want to have children and settle down, then it’s the only right answer.  At least if you want a promise that any child would be yours genetically,” you replied gently, “that is still what you want, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he agreed, “just-last interview I guess it took one of the girls off guard when I mentioned it.  She seemed to think that she would be able to take bookings outside of that.”

“I read up on what the BCD contract is,” you admitted, “ I know that it refers to far more than just the standard PR contract. Pretty much it would be me agreeing to leave the company for minimum of a year.  It buys you exclusive rights to me and that time is allotted for you and I to come to a decision on children.”

“You’d move in with me.”

“I assumed as much,” you laughed softly, “you’re okay with paying the short-notice clause on my lease to get me out of it?”

“And I’d pay first and last if it doesn’t work out to ensure that you’re okay,” he reminded you, “that’s still part of the deal.”

“So…if I pass the final interview,” you shrugged, giving him a soft look, “when would this…start?”

“This?” he asked, his brow raising.

“This,” you replied, gesturing between the two of you, “the past few months, you’ve gotten to know me and a few of the other girls.  I’m assuming since it’s down to me and Violet, that you’re almost at a decision and this is the final one…you already interviewed her…and you’re still interviewing me…and since you said that you spoke to the ‘other girl,’ and she had exclusivity issues, that it’s me or you going back to square one…so…when would ‘we’ start?  Officially?”

“As a couple?” he asked, ignoring how you had managed to sort out that even though he had interviewed Violet he was less than impressed with her inability to keep up her charade of what was supposed to be her personality.

“As a couple…moving in…trying for what you really want, Mr. Evans?”

“Chris…” he said softly, “it’s not about just what I want though.  You have to want this too in order for it to work.  I want a wife…not just a baby-making machine.”

“Chris…” you urged him, “if I didn’t want this, I would have said no after the first interview, or backed out months ago.”

He nodded, “We’d go over the rough draft of the contract…we both make any amendments and sign it this week…but I’ve already handed over final payment to Petashnik.  Realistically, I’d want you to move in with me tonight…we’d ‘start’ right now.”

“Okay…”

“Okay?” he asked, his own chuckle passing his lips, “you sound awfully alright with that.  That isn’t short notice?”

“Chris…you’ve been interviewing me for two months…and quite honestly, a lot of those interviews, felt more like dates than anything else…haven’t they?”

He sat there for a moment, thinking about it. 

He nodded.

You were right.

In the time that he’d spent interviewing you and the other women, they had been like small dates.  Sure, they were all inside the office, but it felt like he’d gotten to know you in an intimate setting.  In one where it felt very much like he was already dating you.  A few of the times there had even been drinks and dinner involved.

“Sex…”

You laughed, “yeah?  What about it?”

“We haven’t had it yet…”

“I’m fully aware, Christopher.”

The way you said his name made a shiver run down his spine.  It made something deep within himself wake up and snap to attention. 

“I want you available at all times…” he said quickly, “is that okay?”

“Well…you did want to settle down…have children,” you offered with a shrug, “I would expect that we have a lot of sex if we’re trying for kids.”

“Wh-what if I wanted to….and you were asleep…”

“You could wake me up,” you offered, “or not…and just do it…”

His brow raised, “Really?”

You nodded, “Sure…I mean…we’d be dating, right?  On our way to becoming married?  And we’re trying to have a kid…I wouldn’t expect you to wait…or so much as waste a drop…”

“Right…”

“Chris…” He hummed against you.  Your hand reached up and gently stroked his cheek, pulling his cerulean eyes toward your own, “are you okay?”

He nodded, giving you a soft, delicate look, “Yeah…yeah…I just…I’ve been thinking about us a lot…”

You giggled, “we’ve only been together for two weeks, Chris.  We just finished the final draft of the contract and signed it last week…”

“I know…”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Honestly?”

You nodded, your eyes meeting his once more, and he noted the slightest bit of worry, “Chris…is everything okay?”

“I think I love you, (Y/N.)”

Chapter 3

[findafight]

STOBIN AS DRIFT COMPATIBLE BESTIES FIGHTING KAIJU!!!

OKAY OKAY BUT. post canon au where the Breach opens in the early nineties instead of 2013, and eventually when the Jaeger Program is just in the fledgling stages, right at the start when they figure out the drift and sharing the load, some American government goon looks at another, and they're both thinking the same thing. They know a couple chucklefucks who are scarily in tune with each other that already have monster fighting experience. The problem is of course the chucklefuckery and also they. Hate the government.

But they figure yknow. May as well try to get the actually very good at killing monsters the military can't clowns. They need people willing to go into deathtraps and fight giant monsters, and those two have done that a few times before. They need people that can connect to each other while also fighting without dying, and figure those two are a prime example. So after a lot of government groveling and Robin and Steve slamming the door in multiple suits' faces, they eventually agree to at least...see what it's all about. Because they heard about the attack in San Francisco on K-day, about Manila and Cabo San Lucas and Syndney, and it was all bad, and as much as they dislike and distrust the government and military...they do want to help (and the pay is...good). It was probably only a matter of time before their luck in avoiding monsters ran out anyway. At least this way they had some control of how.

So Steve and Robin are in the Jaeger Academy almost as soon as it opens. It's...an adjustment. They're obviously not the regular type to join, mostly its a bunch of men who were maybe ex military or something, and they stick out. Training is a pain in the ass, they've spent the years between the upside down closing lounging and working and starting to relax, and so there's the expected heckling.

(I want them to meet Newt and Herman so bad like. they'd be around the same age as them (because we are bumping everything in PR canon back for this) and I think the combo punch of Newt and Robin being themselves would be hilarious. They're all kinda outsiders in the macho militarism of the Academy and i think the chaos would just be. unimaginable. )

But anyways. I think during the testing to see drift compatibility, Steve is called up and looks the scientist/military guy (because it's early days there aren't really "instructors" yet) and says "If you even think about putting me in one of those fucking things with anyone other than Robin, you've lost your mind and forgotten we're only here because you asked us to be together." Everyone is like ooooooh but then he squints at them and they shut up like oh damn okay sorry yeah.

And that's the end of that discussion.

There's something about being in the drift with each other that makes all that complaining and speculating and wishing to combine when they were teenagers seem half-assed. It's...not like anything either of them can describe. It feels right, like they were always meant to be that way. If they lived in each other's pockets before the Drift, they're in each other's skin now. Silent communication is expected for long-term drift partners. Residuals of the bond, dream sharing, but Robin and Steve, even among other pilots are exceptional. There's entire discussions happening in brief eye contact. They move in sync outside the Jaeger just as well as if they were still in the Drift. They've only had one RABBIT incident, and they pulled out of it fine. It's...eerie for some people to watch them, even other Pilots. (also the fact they'll casually mention shit like "well at least the air isn't toxic" or "hey. don't call this torture, that's offensive. I've been tortured!" or even "can't believe i survived evil bats for this shit." which is mildly offputting)

They end up on the Pacific northwest and into southern B.C. with a Mach 1 called... something like Midwest Deluge or something idk. They're media darlings the first Kaiju they kill two fifty kilometres off the coast of Washington. Robin is quirky, and Steve has all his midwestern boyish charm, and together they entrance people with the Drift. There's interviews and talkshows and then at some point action figures? (Dustin does not let this go. By this time he's also working in K-sci. [obviously??] but he's still annoying little brother shaped.)

Steve is usually one of the first quoted to describe the Drift, in his first interview having said "When I first met Robin --became friends with her--it felt like we'd known each other our whole lives. Now we have." Robin is also sometimes quoted with "There's probably nowhere I'd rather be, than in Steve's head."

Of course, with them being in the media, being kickass, and also being part of a program that emphasizes compatibility, there's questions on whether or not they're dating. Because while the Drift isn't romantic by nature, my god people would romanticize it. And when two hot people of opposite genders that are not related to each other in any way are piloting the Jaeger, and are just *gestures to all of stobinisms* assumptions abound.

They're in an interview after their third kill when it happens. It's a few years into their tenure as Pilots, maybe '96? (if the Breach opened in '91 and they were recruited in 93?) The host asks "So. romantically. You two have always denied that attraction, but working so close together, literally in each other's heads, isn't there a chance that has blossomed into something else? Something more?"

They roll their eyes. Steve says "there's nothing more than what Robin and I have. Romance isn't more it's just something else."

Robin goes "Plus..." Before Steve looks at her, eyebrows raised. "I think so" she says, obviously to a question Steve asked that only she heard. "What are they going to do? Fire me?" they both laugh.

He shrugs. "if you're sure..."

Robin hums. "Yes, well. I agree with everything Steve said. The Drift isn't romantic, it's connection. It's knowing. All sorts of relationships can be Drift compatible. Steve's and mine is Platonic. Capital P."

"You gonna actually say it anytime soon?"

"Shut up."

"I dunno it seems like you're stalling."

"Christ, Steve. I'm getting to it. Let me tell the world I'm a lesbian without nagging, goddamn." She turns to the interviewer. "anyways yeah I'm a lesbian so it was never going to be romantic between me and Steve. I'm just obsessed with him."

There's a pause, before they lean into each other and giggle. Steve whispers "good job" that's barely picked up by his mic.

They get a stern talking to by their Marshal but Robin was right. They can't get fired for it. They're too good and pilots are too valuable for plain ol' homophobia to get in the way. (It's seen as a cornerstone moment in queer history, a Jaeger Pilot, someone the world can do nothing but respect, came out! casually. with an already supportive loved one sitting beside her, ready to laugh with her.) And while some people act weird or distant about it, most move past it pretty quick, considering the Midwest team is well respected and there's obviously the bigger problem of underwater aliens trying to kill everyone. You either get over it and work with them or you leave or get people killed.

By the time of the events of the movie, they're old-timers. They've upgraded once to a Mach 3 after a brutal fight with a high category than expected made Midwest Deluge inoperable. They're in Hong-Kong because where else would they be? They need to end this. Just like they needed to see the Upside Down to the end. Their whole lives have been dominated by fighting for their lives and to protect their home and the world. One last push. They aren't even forty yet.

and then the breach is closed and the world is saved and they can retire with their massive pensions from being the best monster killers ever <3

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/15/2024) Episode: Damage Control

Rainy Day’s E-Sports team physician, whom Luigi was sent to see, was an elder who’d retired from practicing orthopedics at the local hospital.

The laid-back old doctor had been quite happy to leave that stressful atmosphere behind and switch to working part-time with the low-intensity “athletes” that played his favorite sport. Everyone got along with Doc Leonard and Luigi was no exception. He found his sullen mood immediately softening in response to the other sims cheerful greeting.

“Good evening, Luigi! What brings you to my neck of the woods? Nothing to bad, I hope. Whatever it is let’s see if I can help.”

“I doubt you can” Luigi sighed. Flopping into a guest chair he proceeded to tell his friend what had been going on with his hand and his attempts to alleviate his symptoms, ending with “my body isn’t what it once was; that’s all. Nothing anyone can do about that”.

“Well, you’re right about one thing – I can’t turn back time,” the doctor replied “but let’s see what’s going on with that sore paw of yours. He stood and motioned Luigi to approach. Once they were facing each other he gestured towards Luigi’s mousing hand “Well come on now, “hand” it over.”

Luigi chuckled, holding out his arm for the other sim to take. With a few simple bends and taps he reproduced Luigi’s symptoms and remarked “Well, that was easy”. Luigi was inclined to disagree “maybe for you… now I’m hurting before practice has even started! Thanks a lot.”

“Sorry son – the test was easy,” Doc Leonard replied, “but then again, the treatment isn’t really that complicated either. Sit back down and let’s chat.”

Once they were both settled, Doc got right to the point “what you’re dealing with is a classic case of Carpel Tunnel. I’ve got a pamphlet that will tell you all about it. It’s a chronic condition…” he waited for Luigi’s groan of frustration to pass, “… but it also responds very well to treatment.“

Luigi sat up with interest as he continued. “Ergonomic hardware like you bought was a great start, for the short periods you need to work hard. But you’re going to need to do a bit more than that to keep things from getting worse, and to slowly improve your situation.”

For the next few minutes, they discussed the disease and ways Luigi could help reverse the damage. This included more frequent breaks from the computer, regular icing to reduce swelling, and wearing a brace while sleeping to keep his wrist in a neutral position.

Doc Leonard accompanied Luigi back to the PR office to brainstorm what they were going to share with the public. In the end the elder’s trusted voice added to Michela’s was enough to convince his not so young patient that honesty was the best policy.

“If you intend to keep playing E-Sports at a pro level you’ll want the freedom to manage your condition instead of trying to hide it.” Doc began.

“We can share my official recommendation that you use ergonomic hardware with the press” he continued “but they’ll want to know why. We could leave your age out of it, but I think it’s the best explanation for not coming forward sooner. Tell the nation the truth – your fans will appreciate it.”

Luigi sat silently for a moment, thinking. Finally, he turned to Michela “Setup the press conference. Its time to admit that I’m not as young as I used to be”. He could only hope that being humble would really work to his advantage.

The next evening Luigi was sitting next to Doc Leonard facing “the firing squad” of cameras and microphones at an official press conference.

For maximum effect Michaela had him wear the new brace doc had recommended for sleep. They were playing up the injury angle to garner additional sympathy since Luigi would be taking some time off for Harvestfest and his wedding soon, and until then he was officially “benched”.

Luigi put on his best “sad face” while the doctor briefly explained his condition, finishing with “Luigi will be taking a short break from tournament participation. We’re all hopeful that some downtime to rest and recover will reverse the worst of the damage.”

Luigi took over then, looking like the poster child for contrite sims everywhere “I’m sorry I didn’t come forward sooner. I was embarrassed to admit my body had let me down. I love what I do, and I didn’t want to give anyone the impression I couldn’t cut it just because I’m getting older”.

Just as Doc Leonard had anticipated Luigi’s admission turned the tide of public opinion back in his favor. He even got an apology from the sponsor who’d started the trouble in the first place and an endorsement deal from an anti-aging cosmetic company!

He hadn’t wanted to admit to getting older, but Luigi had to agree that in the end showing his vulnerable side had been the wise PR decision after all.

Carpel Tunnel is not a current HCR chronic condition as far a I know, but it worked with the events as they randomly happened during gameplay.

When I got the fame pop-up about using the custom mouse, I felt like Luigi would do it and then I needed to explain WHY he did it. Using an ergonomic mouse for wrist strain is something that I’ve known a few of my friends and colleagues to do (I also use one myself 🙃) so it made perfect sense to me. Given Luigi’s unfortunate luck with developing chronic conditions in game, something chronic like Carpel Tunnel fit perfectly.

[truly-glasixx]

✹ Kirishima with a Gym Girl Gf ✹

SLEEPER BUILDS sorry I just had to get that one off my chest

There is absolutely NOTHING you can do to convince me that he's not a simp for sleeper builds. Mans loves a good surprise and sleeper builds take the cake (see what I did there??)

He's happy to lend you a hoodie anytime. Especially if he gets to see you pull it off and flex your muscles.

Makes you a protein shake every morning when he works out

He's soaring the rest of the day if you join him in the morning before class and sleeping comfortably on cloud nine if you join him in the evening before dinner.

We all know gym dates are a MUST, it doesn't even need to be that often (he'd be in heaven if you make it a regular thing, but won't be mad if you'd rather work out alone or with friends.) Every once in a while is enough to keep this man SWOONING over you.

Most definitely puts an extra 2.5-5 on the machine when he thinks knows that you can hit a new pr. (You can literally see him in the mirror, so he realizes he's not slick)

Encouragement as he spots you.

"Your lifting that much on shoulder press? Damn, my babes is good."

"Keep it up and I'll give you a kiss, okay?" If you fail to finish a rep, he'll still give you a kiss and some water to use as motivation so that you'll keep pushing.

Loves doing pullups on the same bar with you, because then you can kiss each other at the top

Indecisive about whether Arm Days or Leg Days with you are better.

You might not enjoy Arm Days, but he's happy he gets to show off and flex his biceps. You bet your ass he'll push you during your sets.

He's not the biggest fan of Leg Days, but he's so proud of you when he sees the weights you use to deadlift, squat, etc.

Trust me, he would shout "That's my baby!" with zero hesitation if you'd let him.

Goes to Protective BF Mode whenever you squat. If he's not there and you're with the Bakusquad, Mina's got your back, and Bakugou's close by for backup.

Used to think yoga was light work, but found out the hard way that some moves were light years out of his flexibility league, (Anything not in the realm of butterfly and downward dog is impossible for this man)

If you're able to achieve those difficult yoga positions, he'll forever be mindblown by how you make it look so easy. You'll never hear the end of his praise, lol

Obviously a golden retriever bf

He's literally your biggest hypeman on anything.

Be it from trying to reach a PR to studying hard asf in order to ace a test. Whatever you do, Kirishima's got full faith that you'll accomplish your goals, even if you face setbacks along the way. That's what being a hero is about, right?

Enjoys shopping and getting boba with you (but only expect him to stay attentive the entire time if you're shopping for sports clothing lmao)

Chances are, you're better than him at most subjects, so if you're not busy, he'll come to you for study help. And the two of you resort to Bakugou when you're both suffering in a subject (Math, anyone?)

This man's spirit animal is a bear for sure Also a non-debatable topic.

Before you two started dating, his name in your phone was either #HypeBeast or ViagraWho?? There is no in-between. (I'm going somewhere with this, I promise-)

When you two started dating, it was either #HypeBeast He'd make you change the other one bc it gave him the ick or it'd change to EjiBear w/ the bear emoji (It's adorable to me, alright??)

Cuddles are EVERYTHING for this man. He'll wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your head or in the crook of your neck.

If you struggle with body image issues, he'll take this time, with your consent ofc, to pepper kisses on your body. Mostly on your face, arms, and clavicle area, but he's more than willing to place kisses on any scars, tiger stripes, or areas you deem 'imperfect'.

He has also lived with the struggle of body dysmorphia since middle school, so he's always quick to erase any negative thoughts you have of your body.

He still has his days too, so he massively appreciates it when you do the same for him.

Somedays, training will drain the two of you so much, that naps turn into full nights of rest

And then you're left to come up with an excuse when Aizawa catches wind that you two slept in the same dorm room again.

He doesn't gaf that you two are third years who haven't done anything frisky, rules are rules.

[f0point5]

Ok i have another up popular opinion for you. Here i go.

F1 academy is helping women be recognised as female drivers only, and they are doing that because they are women, not because they are great drivers. They are not preparing them for f1 or anything they are just giving them pr, shitty cars and are using them to get cudos points from social media.

Before anyone comes after me, i do this they are good drivers, but i don't think any of them bar a few are actually better than average. Stroll would would run circles around all of them, fuck even latifi would.

I'm getting slaughtered for this.

Is this an unpopular opinion?

Look at the end of the day, we will never know their level until they compete with the boys in a proper feeder series. That’s just a fact. (Most if not all of them would probably get rinsed but we don’t know)

It’s also a fact that any time you create a league based on the physical attributes of the competitors and not purely based on talent, especially when it’s not an equivalent level to the original sport, you’re creating a small exhibition pond. These women aren’t competing against the best, so what do we have to compare them to?

Max was right when he said there’s no next step for them because realistically F1a results don’t prove anything to teams in f3. So unless they are given testing like the boys in feeder series I’m not really sure where they go from there.

And if I’m honest I don’t think the majority of team bosses care. They got told they have to sponsor an f1a driver, they did. They made their little TikToks at the start of the season, the girls are wearing the merch, and next year they’ll do the same thing with the next crop of drivers. It really does give “Susie’s pet project that everyone has to pretend to take seriously”.

And that’s no hate on the women competing, they’re taking the opportunity they have to do what they love and good for them, they should absolutely do that.

I think at the end of the day, a woman wanting to be taken as seriously as the boys will always have to just go the same route. Be the best in karting, get to single seaters, and climb the feeder series like everyone else. And if they can’t then…well that says something doesn’t it.

I just fundamentally disagree that the f1 grid requires women. If a woman were to get there, awesome. If they don’t, then they don’t. These projects trying to shoehorn women in like it’s a necessity confuse me honestly.

[chemengblr]

Had to email a doctor I don’t fully trust anymore after some poorly interpreted test results earlier this year to ask if she could pretty please switch my IUD to a copper one (after this stress fracture I’m so done not having a true indicator of my body’s health) and I just hate that it feels like asking permission to do something with my body that I want to do and to have done.

It extra sucks bc we had this discussion about two years ago when I was debating staying with my current hormonal-based IUD she repeatedly told me it’s not a big deal that I lose my period with it and that it’s normal. But like !!! As an athlete it might not be and she didn’t even bother addressing the nuance and kind of made me feel crazy for being concerned about it?? I didn’t get my period for over three years at one point, granted I was still very much struggling with food issues, yet when I stopped working out as much it came back.

This last training bout I was actually getting my period (it’s been constant since getting my iud replaced last year) but it has stopped the past two months basically since getting injured. I see that and even though it’s “normal” with hormonal iud I hate that no doctor will actually talk with me about the nuance of being an endurance athlete with a hormonal birth control method that is normal to lose your period but IF AN ENDURANCE ATHLETE EVER LOSES THEIR PERIOD THAT IS SUCH BAD NEWS LIKE SOMETHING IS ALWAYS WRONG.

Amenorreah is a critical indicator of recovery and like I don’t know I want to be running marathons competitively and I was in PR shape (3:02-3:05 marathon) at the START of my last 8 week intense push for Chicago (I ran a 3:06 in marathon #2 without specific training running at my friends paces for the two months before like girl I am breaking 3 the next time around no issues) but without a critical indicator of recovery status and overall health I’m freaking out. I want to be doing this for another decade and a half (ty Shalane, Des, Sara for showing us women can competitively run marathons into their 40s) and I’m so sick and tired of losing year(s) of training to shit that I feel like I could prevent if I had the bodily indication something was up! Ugh!

It also doesn’t fucking help that studies regarding reproductive health and endurance athletes do not include individuals on hormonal birth control measures. I can’t even find scientific literature about the population I’m in for a whole host of reasons and yet my doctors are telling me it’s fine?? I don’t know maybe I’m just too anxious about it but I don’t want to be anxious about it anymore!!!!

I’ve also thought about completely going off of birth control but I’ve been on it almost half of my life at this point (thank you awful, awful acne in high school and accutane requirements) that part of the reason I stayed on hormonal methods in the first place is because my body might not even know how to produce its own shit once I’m off of it. I’m so fucking afraid of what comes next but if there’s something there I feel like I need to know and not mask it. Not to mention I went on birth control like 3 years after starting my period and it was never really regular to begin with (would skip months pretty frequently) but I don’t know if that’s bc it takes a while to regulate or if it was due to basically starving myself at that point of my life. Ugh.

[fa-by]

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄, and thank you very much🙏🏼 it's good to be back 🤗.

[It's good that you are well despite the adversities I know that you have not promised to answer all the questions that we ask you as often as you did before, but I hope that from time to time in your free time you can answer the questions.]

Yep, that's exactly what I'm gonna do and indeed, here I am answering asks 😜.

[Many things have happened within the fandom, one of them is that Lauren has been in a new “relationship” for a while now, I know you are not aware of the fandom or the girls]

I am aware of everything that happened and continues to happen to the girls, trust me 🤭🤣. Just because I disappeared from here for a while doesn't mean I didn't keep following everything 😉.

[I would like to know your point of view about the new PR?]

For independent artists in general, it's much more difficult to gain visibility and publicity without the backing of a major record label. Luckily for Laur because of her past, she already has a fanbase and therefore doesn't have to build one from scratch, but that doesn't mean it's a lifelong fanbase. Fans come and go for one reason or another, but it's up to the singers/artists to keep people engaged by any means necessary. Why?

Because singers/artists earn and get paid only because people like them. Without fans, there would be no streams for their music and therefore no concerts and tickets&merchandises sales, no interviews, no invitations to events, no awards, no visibility, no publicity, no nothing. Absolutely nothing. No fans equal no money and fame. No fans equal no celebrity. They'd simply go back to being ordinary people like you and me.

So, by “it's up to the singers/artists to keep people engaged by any means necessary” I was also implicitly talking about PRs of course. Just because Laur's independent doesn't mean she has the freedom to do whatever she wants on every front, especially since she's tied to the old legally binding contracts. The industry's rules haven't changed. Lo's been in the industry for almost 11 years and therefore knows very well that especially now that she's independent she has to continue to follow those industry rules to gain visibility and publicity without the backing of a major record label. The only thing that has changed for her now that she's independent is that she has more freedom to pull the strings on some things, and among them, the choice of her PR: Sasha Mallory.

Sasha's nothing more than a rebound for the contract with Lucy Vives. The new Lucy *and I hope they're a good person unlike Lucia*. Sasha is a non-binary friend who's attracted to women and is a dancer, ergo is in the same industry and therefore understands and can perfectly help Lauren on both fronts by also being part of the LGBTQIA+ community. Sasha's the new cover for Camren, especially for the connection in the songs. The purpose of the PR with Sasha is the same as any other PRs: attention, speculation, publicity. That's all, my dear Anon 😄.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. I believe the previous answer answers your questions 🤣. It makes me happy that you're happy that I'm back and I hope you're having a good start to the week as well 🤗.

I'll copy what I wrote in my previous post: “They're simply testing the waters and creating havoc, aka publicity, before Mila's debut with the new label. That's it 🤷🏻‍♀️. Nothing new. Ignore them as I do.”

Plus, Mila didn't put herself in any position because she can't decide shit 🤣. They put her, again. As I explained in my PR stunt relationships - ɟ post which I recommend you read to better understand how things work 😉, contracts can provide that two people who have already had a PR in the past can have it again in the future.

What is the BIG reason she has for doing this in your opinion other than to get publicity for their future albums? I'm curious to know 😜.

Oh and, dear Anon? I'd appreciate a hi/hey before the questions in the future please. Thanks 🙏🏼 and have a great day too.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. I am now thanks 🤗, I hope you are too.

As for your question, none of the above you listed 🤣. It was Sofi, my dear 🤣.

Hi to you @camilalauren0327 👋🏼😄!!! No no, I'm here don't worry 🙃. Thanks for stopping by to say hi, I really appreciate it. I hope you're having a great day too 🤗.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. Happy (almost half) 2023 to you too, dear 🥳.

I think (also because of the songs and what Lauren said) that Camila thought and knew that Lauren liked her, especially physically, and that's why they had the fuckbuddies relationship. Mila also knew that Lauren only wanted sex without feelings because she knew Lo was scared and in denial. So she waited. She waited until then she could wait no longer.

P.S. Did you resend an ask you sent me at the beginning of the year? You know, because of the happy 2023.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. Is this soon enough 😜?

1) Yes, I think so 😄.

2) 9 years. All these years. Since 2014 definitely. Not just 2017-2023, but since 2014. I think this simply because even though they had breaks and breakups lasting 3 months at most, they always got back together.

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 and thanks. It's an unreleased song called Healing that Mila wrote for The Hurting. The Healing. The Loving. I talked about it here https://fa-by.tumblr.com/post/674774346304290816/hello-babies-and-dear-anons-not-the-qa and here https://fa-by.tumblr.com/post/674845686765862912/wait-faby-so-the-healing-was-cs-song-for-the.

Along with those two posts, I'd like to add that Mila kept the song for years to be able to use it again on a future album, and when the time came, the label had the brilliant idea to change it into a duet to be used with the oh so precious Mr. Mentos (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfTztRPWwKU released on Apr 23, 2023). The song was eventually scrapped and Mila decided to sell HER solo version thus acting as a ghostwriter. Version that was officially released by FLETCHER in 2021.

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Aaand I'm done 👅. Thank you all for your asks and I hope I've been helpful this time too 🙃. As usual, I'm always available for those who have questions, so ask away 😄.

Remember to be nice. Always. Both with others and with yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼. Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗. I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️.