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dnf - fluff - christmas tree decorating - 1.9k words

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When Sapnap is out of town, Milo and Naomi are left in George’s care.

In Dream’s care, too, obviously, but he has Patches, and since George’s room is right next to Sapnap’s where the cats usually hang out, most of the responsibility just sort of naturally falls on him.

He made a fuss about it to Sapnap before he left, making him agree to owe him something of George’s choosing, but really, George doesn’t mind at all.

Milo and Naomi are the easiest cats he has ever had to deal with. It also helps that he’s definitely their favorite.

He pokes his head into Sapnap’s office when he doesn’t find them in his bedroom, and sure enough, they’re fast asleep on the couch, all twined together. The urge to go in there and bury his face in their soft fur is strong, but they look so peaceful that he just about manages to resist.

He’ll let them be. For now.

Making his way downstairs, he hears rustling coming from the kitchen and steers in that direction. He was going to head straight for Dream’s office and haul him out of it so they could do something together, but it seems no such hauling will be needed.

Dream is standing by the kitchen island with his back to him and George can just about make out the edges of a cardboard box in front of him.

He walks over and peeks over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

Dream jumps slightly. “Fuck, you scared me.”

Disregarding him, George takes in the things Dream is laying out on the counter one by one. It’s their Christmas decorations from last year. The little dream team key chains that they hung on the tree and everything.

“Huh,” he says.

Dream turns and glances at him. “My mom dropped it off earlier. And I was bored, so…” he pulls out a wreath with what George assumes is a red bow on it.

Did they have that last year? Where in the house would it even go?

George frowns. “Why did she have it?”

Dream shrugs. “‘Cause she’s the one who took it all down last time probably. I honestly don’t remember half of this stuff.”

Something gold and glittery catches George’s eye at the bottom of the box, and he reaches in and starts to pull it out. It’s a piece of tinsel, a longone – so long that when he walks backward with one end of it, he makes it all the way to the couch before the other end slinks out of the box onto the floor.

No one needs this much tinsel.

“What do we even do with this stuff?” He mutters.

There’s no reply from Dream who is busy lifting the empty box down from the counter and putting the lid back on it.

George gathers up the tinsel as he walks back over to him. When he’s close though he lifts some of it over unsuspecting Dream’s head and pulls it back against his throat with the lightest pressure.

Dream sputters and reaches up to remove it.

“ Stop ,” he says with a smile.

“I’m gonna kill you with this.”

The little scoff Dream lets out isn’t nearly as exasperated as George had kind of wanted it to be, because it’s fun to annoy Dream sometimes. Instead, it is just fond. Soft.

“Alright well, do it after we’ve decorated,” Dream says.

He turns around to face George who reluctantly drops his tinsel slash murder weapon.

He gives Dream a look. “ We? ”

“We, yes,” Dream says with a laugh and takes the tinsel from George’s hands.

Before George can think twice, Dream has looped it around his back and is using it to pull him closer. That was a rookie move of him, he should have known from the slightly evil look in Dream’s eyes.

“It’ll be fun,” Dream promises, caging him in with his arms.

So fine, George caves.

. . .

After struggling with the different parts for a good thirty minutes, the tree is finally nearly up and standing.

It was Dream who had to carry the heavy box all the way from the garage, but George still makes sure to complain loud and clear when he has to hold the base in place while Dream stands on a chair to put the top part on.

Dream only laughs at him. “You’re so impatient.”

“That’s it, I’m letting go.”

“ No , just wait , you idiot,” Dream says, making George groan again.

“There.”

Finally, Dream stops rustling the tree and steps down from the chair. “You can stop holding it now, your highness.”

George huffs and takes a step back, rubbing his hands together. It might not be a real spruce tree but the needles are still prickly.

Gazing up at it, he thinks the tree is taller than he remembers.

He shrugs. “That was easy.”

Dream laughs and shakes his head. “It was not .”

George watches as Dream heads back to the array of decorations on the kitchen counter. He’s wearing a dark green sweatshirt and those stupid ugg slippers he got from his sisters last Christmas that both George and Sapnap bully him for liking, but right now the sight of them — of Dream in general — sends a softness for him spreading through George.

He blinks when he realises Dream is already walking back to him, now with a bundle of lights in his hands. Because right — the tree.

“I forgot how we did this last year,” he’s saying, untangling one end from the mess of wires.

George takes a big step up onto the chair. “We started at the top,” he says, holding out a hand for the lights.

It took them ages last year, he remembers, but to be fair, Sapnap was there that time and he is more than willing to blame it on that. Slownap.

But Dream is set on being an idiot today, apparently, because instead of handing George the lights, he tries to bite at his fingers, making George laugh and push his face away. And his cheek is so warm, his stubble slightly rough against his palm, and he can’t keep getting distracted like this.

George shakes his head. “The lights, you idiot. Give me one end and I’ll hold it near the top while you circle around.”

Dream laughs. “Alright, alright.”

. . .

“It looks good!” Dream’s mom’s voice rings through George’s phone.

She is on FaceTime per Dream’s suggestion and George is trying his best to show her the tree in its entirety, the star and all. They put every ornament on it that they could find and managed to loop the gold tinsel around it relatively evenly, and he thinks it turned out pretty good.

It looks kind of sweet, in a way. It’s their tree.

“I did most of it,” he says jokingly.

Dream, reappearing from behind the tree after plugging the lights into the wall, shakes his head.

“He didn’t,” he calls back and George pans away from him quickly, making his mom laugh.

George flips the camera back and hands his phone to Dream who comes up behind him.

His thought was to hand the call over to him and slip away; let the two of them chat for a bit, mother to son.

But an arm snaking its way around his waist stops him before he can even take a step. His back hits Dream’s chest and he can’t help the heat that creeps up his neck at the small gesture.

“Yeah, it’s the same tree we had last year,” Dream is saying to her, a small, secret smile on his lips as he loosens his arm and closes his hand around George’s instead — keeping him there, by him.

And if they were alone George would probably have dragged Dream over to the couch right about now and kissed that stupid smile off his face. But alas.

“How’s the outside of the house coming along?” Dream’s mom asks, snapping George back to reality.

“It’s looking good!” Dream says. “The decorating people came over yesterday and put everything up. Here, actually. Let me try to show you.”

The next thing George knows, he’s trailing after Dream toward the windows that overlook their backyard. Dream’s hand is warm and strong around his, pulling him along.

Through the glass, around the corner of the house, you can just about make out the warm glow of the lights that decorate the driveway and the porch.

It’s darkening outside which makes them more visible, but George thinks snow would have helped even more. Would have made them look even better.

“Alright, love you.”

He blinks and tunes back in at Dream saying this, and oh he had stopped listening again . George didn’t even realise he had tuned them out in the first place.

He looks at Dream who turns to him with a soft smile after clicking the phone—George’s phone—off.

“Here,” he says, slipping it into George’s pocket and wrapping his arms around his waist again. Thank god, George thinks. Back where they belong.

“So we’ll keep the decorations in the garage this year,” Dream says, his face exactly how George likes it to be: close.

George loops around Dream’s neck and frowns. What is he talking about?

“ What? ”

Dream’s smile turns into a laugh. “Were you not listening at all?”

George says nothing and it seems to be enough of an answer. He wasn’t, to be fair.

“You’re so distracted,” Dream says and there’s a slight tease in his tone. “Am I distracting you?”

“No,” George lies. “You just talk too much. Ever considered that?”

Dream’s gaze is flickering between George’s eyes and someplace further down on his face, and it always makes George feel smug how Dream can’t ever not be obvious about what he wants.

It makes it slightly less embarrassing how easily George has been getting distracted by him today, but only slightly.

“Alright, I talk too much,” Dream says. “Let’s put up the mistletoe next.”

George makes a face like he has bad news. “That’s too bad.”

“Why’s that?” Dream asks, still laughing.

George twists his fingers in the curls at the back of Dream’s neck. His hair is that perfect length again where George can card through it and grab proper handfuls of it that he can pull on to annoy him.

“‘Cause I ate it,” he says.

Dream raises his eyebrows. “You ate the plastic mistletoe?”

George nods. “But it wasn’t plastic, it was real. It was good.”

Then there are lips pressing against his again, in that way Dream does that is so quick and yet so soft and catches George off guard and makes him relax again a split second later.

He’s tired of any sort of distance between them, so he leans into it. And it’s bliss for a moment, but then Dream pulls away and George is left to chase his lips like an idiot.

It nearly pulls a frustrated sound out of him, something humiliating like a whine, but thankfully Dream takes his hand and leads him toward the couch before George can stoop that low.

“So impatient,” Dream says as he practically lets himself free fall onto the couch, pulling on George so he lands right on top of him.

And there’s no mistletoe here either, but George has never believed in that stuff anyway.

Besides, with Dream so close tangling their legs together, George doesn’t stand a chance.

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dnf are my 19th century romance novel where the couple goes through the most painful drawn out hardships imaginable over multiple years and you wonder how they’re EVER going to end up together bc the thread is fraying and so is all hope BUT THEN everything falls into place and THEY WIN !!!!!!!! AND KISS !!!!!!!! AND THE ENTIRE TOWN ATTENDS THE WEDDING HURRAH !!!!!!!!!

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pairing: max verstappen x alonso!reader [smau]

summary: having won his fourth world title, max finds no better time to tell your father that you're dating (and to maybe also get his blessing)

warnings: none (i think)

a/n: now that we finally have M4X (yipeeeeee), can we please get goatlonso back, preferably in the next few years (pls let the newey rocketship work)

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y/n_priv reactions after max told me he had told dad about us (he lied)

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blackdontcrack max stop sending your girlfriend into a heart attack, she's already getting one from your kids

fatherofthree she learnt that one from you and roscoe 💀 blackdontcrack HEY. my son is very well behaved

notnowinsnomore I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WONT JUST TELL HIM, IT'S NOT THAT HARD MAX

fatherofthree DO YOU WANT TO TELL HIM FOR ME 🤨🤨🤨 notnowinsnomore NO???? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO DIE??? notnowinsnomore IT'S ALSO YOUR RELATIONSHIP, NOT MINE

honeyhoney you've got to give him like 10 years to process that you're even in the same social sphere as his daughter...good luck man

fatherofthree thanks dan 😖 fatherofthree padel later? y/n_priv no? we have our date??? 😧😧😧 honeyhoney you beating up max now y/nnie? y/n_priv 😁👍

yourbff_priv babes ditch the men for me 😍

y/n_priv yes wifey 👩‍❤️‍���‍👩 fatherofthree @/yourbff_priv stop stealing MY girlfriend yourbff_priv skill issue

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fatherofthree stopped her from becoming blonde and still got kisses xoxo

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notnowinsnomore that second picture is exactly is what's gonna put you on top of fernando's kill list

fatherofthree no it wont notnowinsnomore yes it will inchident_no1 yes it will blackdontcrack yes it will honeyhoney yes it will ima5starmichelin yes it will buzzlightyear yes it will y/n_priv yes it will fatherofthree ok maybe it will. but fernando doesn't need to know

inchident_no1 your rendition of my heart goes on is truly...

y/n_priv truly what CHARLES? say it with your pussy fatherofthree YEAH WHAT SHE SAID inchident_no1 rubbish 🙄 y/n_priv BOOOOOOO YOU'RE RUBBISH

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y/n_priv PUTTING IT ALL ON BLACK! VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY 🤩 YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN US AT THE MGM UNTIL THURSDAY MORNING @/f1

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inchident_no1 should've bet on red 😉 wouldn't have lost you 100k

spicysugarbaby agreed 🤭 blackdontcrack well i SEVERELY disagree since we won 250k on the next spin on black so.... fatherofthree I LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH THEM FOR 10 MINUTES AND YOU'VE ALREADY BET 250K??? y/n_priv yeah but it's an investment babe 😘

antman can i join you guys? 🥺🥺🥺

y/n_priv not yet little kimi, in another three years (i think; i'll take you to the casino then myself ☺️) y/n_priv and yes you too @/we_are_barebears we_are_barebears YESSSSS 😌

f1 can i come over pls pls

y/n_priv of course admin ❤️ f1 yay 😁

-> messages

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user1 HOLY LORD MOTHER IS FINALLY BACK TO SERVE CUNT IN THE PADDOCK 🥵🥵🥵

user2 the sexy spanish alonso genes are real with this one yourusername i would hope so! 🥱 user3 istg ive never seen a spanish person look bad in red

user4 GOD REALLY GIVES US Y/N AS AN APOLOGY CAUSE HOW DOES SHE EXIST????

user5 she's literally a goddess on earth user6 the face economy is unreal with her 😍 yourusername cant just be a nepo baby, gotta make papa proud 😘

user7 super hyped for vegas now that you're here with us y/n 🤩

user8 hopefully we see another alonso top 10 (i can copium for a top 6) user9 he will literally dnf everyone if it means y/n gets to see him podium or win again (2023 was literally iconic) yourusername papa will be ready to make stroll do crashgate 😉 (but i've asked him to refrain for this weekend) user10 ya'll y/n's cooking 😌😌😌

user11 ERM ANYONE GONNA BRING UP PIC 3 CAUSE....

user12 YA'LL GIRLIE I WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME THING user13 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 user14 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 yourusername no comment 🥺👉👈 user15 whoever that is do be looking fine affff user16 also probably fearing for his life, considering she's got like ten godfathers and then over twenty drivers ready to bash a man for her 💀💀💀

user17 THE FERRARI AURA IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE 😆

fernandoalo_oficial who's that princessa

yourusername i will tell you soon papa 😁

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 suited up and ready to take on vegas. 💪 bring on the race 🎰

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user18 STILL COOKING WITH A SLIGHTLY COOKED CAR, LETS GET TITLE NUMBER 4 💪💪💪

user19 literally salivating over pic one, cause he's so fine 🥵

user20 waiting for "2024 fia f1 world champion is max verstappen"

user21 SIMPLY LOVELY PUTTING YOURSELF INTO A STRONG POSITION

user22 getting the ladies i see in pic two 🤣

user23 he knows what he wants, and what he's going to get afterwards 😏

user24 VIVA LAS VEGASSSSSS, GETTING READY TO RUMBLE

-> twitter

-> irl

as max stepped out of the cockpit of his red bull - his gloved hands trembling slightly - he could feel the relief coursing through him, palpable even under the thick layers of his racing suit and balaclava. the cold autumn air nipped at his damp skin, but he barely noticed, lost in the overwhelming rush of emotions.

after a very, very long season, filled with challenges both in and out of the car, he had finally done it…he had won his fourth world championship. 

as he stood there under the vegas lights, savoring this triumphant moment in front of the roaring crowd, his thoughts drifted to you.

throughout the year, your presence had always been a beacon amidst the chaos, a constant reminder of what truly mattered to him beyond the roar of engines and the glare of millions of fans. as he ran towards his team, his chest pounding and blood rushing in his ears, he thought of your earlier message, and his heart swelled with affection for you. he knew now was finally the perfect opportunity to share his love for you with the rest of the world.

as you watched max leap into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name, you tried furiously to blink away the tears. your boyfriend had finally achieved his fourth world title, and he was making both of your wishes come true.

walking over to the other drivers, max felt the hand of another behind him. turning around, the butterflies in his stomach heaved once again, coming face to face with your father, fernando alonso. max's exuberant gaze locked onto the figure before him, and as their eyes met, max felt the familiar flutter of nervousness in his chest, a sensation he'd grown accustomed to whenever thinking of you and your father.

"max," fernando greeted him warmly, extending a strong hand. "congratulations. you've earned every bit of this championship." max clapped his hand firmly, trying to hide the slight tremble behind his grin. "thank you, fernando,”

max blushed for a second, as fernando leant up to pinch his cheeks, while also grinning widely at him. as fernando's gaze lingered on max, he thought for a second that he had found out about the two of you, and was instead ready to pull him by the cheek in for a very obvious threat and kick to the balls.

"i must say," fernando began, his tone sincere, "you've shown remarkable resilience this season. much like myself. i hope to see you continue working hard for many years," his words carried a hint of approval.

max swallowed hard, his mind racing, as he opened his mouth to speak.

“i-i’m dating your daughter,” max’s heart pounded in his chest, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. fernando’s expression remained jubilant, but there was a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes. the air between them seemed to crackle with tension.

“i…i didn’t know she was seeing someone,” fernando said slowly, his voice low and controlled, as he waved to the crowd, whilst pulling max towards the other drivers. there was no denying the facts now – fernando knew about their relationship. and while max couldn’t read the older man’s thoughts, he felt a surge of nervous energy course through him. would this revelation change things? between him and fernando?

as if sensing his turmoil, fernando turned back around abruptly, causing max to jump slightly.

fernando studied max intently, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "but i'm glad to hear that it's you max. my daughter deserves nothing less than the best."

with those words, fernando extended his hand once more, this time with a newfound warmth that spoke volumes. max grasped it firmly, sealing a silent pact between them. as they released their grip, fernando placed a hand on max's shoulder, pulling him in. "but listen closely mijo," he said, still grinning but his voice low and conspiratorial, "you mess with my daughter, and i will not hesitate to run you off the track or run you over. if you care for her, then show her that she's your number one priority, both on and off the track."

max felt a chill run down his spine at fernando's warning, but he also sensed a strange kind of respect behind it. this was a man who protected his family fiercely, and max wanted nothing more than to earn his place within that circle.

"yes, sir," he replied fervently, meeting fernando's intense stare head-on. "she is my priority, always. i promise you, i'll do whatever it takes to make her happy and keep her safe." fernando studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of doubt. finally, he gave a curt nod, releasing max's shoulder.

"alright then," he said, "just remember what i told you. and welcome to the family, officially." as fernando walked away, max took a deep breath, his mind already racing. he glanced around at the celebrating crowd, their faces alight with joy and admiration, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.

but more than anything, max yearned to share this moment with you, to bask in the glow of his victory together and celebrate the love that had sustained him throughout the season. max scanned the bustling crowd, his eyes searching for a glimpse of your familiar features amidst the sea of faces. spotting you lingering nervously near the red bull personnel, he pushed through the throng of people, making a beeline directly for you. as he drew nearer, you couldn't help but notice the look of pure adoration etched across his handsome features. his dark hair was damp with sweat, his broad shoulders still trembling slightly from the exertion of the race. but his eyes shone brightly with triumph and something far warmer - his love for you.

"y/n!" he called out, his voice ringing above the din of the party. pulling you through the celebrating crowd, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.

your laughter mingled with the roar of the crowd as max set you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. he gazed into your eyes, his own shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. in that moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of pure bliss.

"y/n," max whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "i did it. we did it." he pressed his forehead against yours, savoring the warmth of your skin and the closeness that came with sharing such an intimate moment.

your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until your lips met in a searing kiss, pouring years of shared dreams and unspoken promises into that single, passionate gesture. the world around them melted away as max lost himself in the taste and feel of your lips, his body molding perfectly against yours. his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours he knew so well, as if mapping out the path to your heart.

when you finally broke apart, both panting for air, max rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with a mixture of triumph and tenderness. "i want to spend the rest of my life making you feel this way," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "i want to wake up every morning with you by my side and fall asleep every night in your arms."

he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small velvet box that had been burning a hole there since the day he decided to propose. max dropped to one knee, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration. the crowd around them seemed to hold its collective breath, the anticipation palpable in the air.

with trembling hands, max opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring nestled within. the stone glittered under the bright lights of the track, casting glittering cascades of light across your face.

"y/n," max began, his voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions coursing through him, "from the moment we met, you've been the driving force behind everything i've achieved. your love, support, and unwavering belief in me have pushed me to become the best version of myself, both on and off the track."

he paused, swallowing hard as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

"marry me," max breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "become my wife. let's race through life together because i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and no one else, i love you,"

with a shaky nod, you sank to your knees before him, cupping his face in your hands as you peppered his cheeks with tender kisses. "yes," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "a thousand times yes."

max slid the ring onto your finger, and pulling you up with him to your feet. spinning you around once more, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. the crowd surged forward, enveloping you both in a sea of congratulations and well-wishes, their excitement nearly tangible in the air.

as the celebrations continued around them, max pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about the depth of his love and commitment. in that moment, surrounded by the people who mattered most, max knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of victories, both on and off the track.

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yourusername I LOVE LAS VEGAS BABYYYYY 😘 but in all honesty, i'm so so so proud of you max (more than words or actions could ever express). seeing you grow throughout the past four years into the champion you are today, is more than any gift i could ever receive. there were far more battles and challenges from this season, but you rose above them every time. you are a champion, both on and off the racetrack and you will never be alone in this world, as long as i'm here. keep them coming baby. i love you, forever and always 🧡

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maxverstappen1 i love you very much schatje, thank you for always being there for me 😘

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yourusername thank you papa ☺️ promise me you wont shunt into max next race? fernandoalo_oficial no promises sorry princessa 🤭

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maxverstappen1 four time world champion baby!!! a season full of challenges, but with the support, dedication and the effort of the team, this result would not have been possible 🙌 a huge thank you to all involved for this incredible achievement 👏

and i just want to say the biggest thank you to the love of my life, my girlfriend of four years, and now my fiancee, y/n alonso. i love you so much, and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you (even if your dad wants to run me over now)

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[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode six :: THANK U, NEXT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n has come to save the industry, oh and max crashes.

fc – wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕max crashes and dnfs, shady behavior, i accidentally said w13 instead of w14.

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➜ y/n YES BAE

➜ username CHARLES LECLERC YOU FUCKING GENIUS

danielricciardo BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS I CANT WAIT

➜ y/n ME TOOOOOO

yukitsunoda0511 MOTHERRRRRRRRR

➜ y/n BITCH IM A MOTHA

➜ username YES YOU ARE BAE 🤭

georgerussell63 i literally jumped out of my seat and toto side eyed me SO hard bUT LETS GOO

➜ y/n FISKEJJA PLSSS

username THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

username mother has come to save us 😮‍💨🙏🏻

username i literally screamed at work

➜ y/n makes both of us 😁

username dropped to my knees in the middle of the gym

username claiming is there someone else

➜ username claiming starry eyes 🤞🏽

➜ y/n they actually transition into each other

➜ username WOAH.

➜ username OH?

alexandrasaintmleux heartbreak syndrome tour when

➜ y/n 👀

➜ alexandrasaintmleux you best BELIEVE i will attended every show 😌

francisca.cgomes BUT IT WAS ALL IN MY HEAYEAHYEAHYEAHEAD

➜ y/n IT WAS ALL IN MY HEAD

➜ username STOP TEASING US OML

➜ landonorris KIKA HEARD IT???

➜ y/n well.

➜ landonorris I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR FAVOURITE MUM 😢

➜ y/n YOU ARE BABY IM SORRY 😭

pierregasly literally ran a lap, i’m too excited.

➜ charles_leclerc he actually did

lilymhe MY WIFE IS BACKKK

➜ alexalbon come on man

➜ lilymhe no babe lOOK AWAY

➜ y/n i say let him watch 🥱

➜ alexalbon 🤨

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: GUESS WHOS COMING TO THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX

honey badger : iS THIS A PISS TAKE???

my baby lando: shut up 😒

my baby lando: shut the actual fuck up 😟

chili!: YOU BETTER BE FOR REAL

chal eclair: REALLY OH MY GOD Y/N

alabono: PULL UP IMMEDIATELY 😁

PIERRE GASLYYYY: YEAHHHHH BOY

chal eclair: you’re coming to the ferrari garage first i don’t make the rules 🙏🏻

chili!: what charles said 🙏🏻

PIERRE GASLYYYY: UHM NO ???

alabono: c’mon now we all know where she’s going first

my baby lando: to the mclaren garage obv ??

chili!: no tf she’s not 😐

princess george: guys

chal eclair: ferrari garage or i run out into the track so i get ran over

chili!: oKAY RELAX 🔥

my baby lando: listen

my baby lando: i’ll be holding y/n hostage in the mclaren garage just so you know 🧡

alabono: see this just won’t work mate 🫤

princess george: GUYS

honey badger: i was gonna say rb garage but i’ll stay quite lmfao

PIERRE GASLYYYY: yeah let us know how that will turn out 🙄

my baby lando: yeah how abt no.

yukino: i will turn everyone into human sashimi if i don’t see y/n in MY end of the garage tmrw 🙏🏻❤️🔥

y/n: 😟

my baby lando: 😟

alabono: 😟

chal eclair: CHILL MATE

chili!: bwoah

PIERRE GASLYYYY: okay yeah no

princess george: GUYS.

princess george: y/n will be staying at the mercedes garage and hospitality

princess george: your welcome btw i convinced her to come

my baby lando: george william russell, i know where you live.

chili!: ?????????

chal eclair: ^^^^

PIERRE GASLYYYY: retweet

y/n: wait

y/n: yuki where tf have u been

yukino: i don’t feel like talking to people sometimes

y/n: retweet that

honey badger: real

chili!: honestly tho

my baby lando: real as fuck

alabono: still not over y/n picking george over the rest of us 🥲

chili!: yEAH WHY HIM HE’S NOT SPECIAL

chili!: HE’S BRITISH

yukino: retweet THAT

my baby lando: oH CARLOS YOU HAVE A PROBLEMS WITH BRITS NOW HUH??

honey badger: fIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

y/n: you guys are the most unserious mfs

chal eclair: bae george is not special

chal eclair: come home to ferrari 🙏🏻❤️

chili!: literally like ??

alabono: HOME?? FERRARI???

PIERRE GASLYYYY: ^^^^

my baby lando: “come home to ferrari”

my baby lando: i just had an aneurism

chal eclair: 😐

y/n: we’re literally gonna be together all day 😭

y/n: plus apparently roscoe hamilton is coming tmrw so

my baby lando : YOU PICKED A DOG OVER ME??

y/n: same same

my baby lando: BITCH 😭

honey badger: HAKSKANSJA

chili!: I CACKLEDDDDDD

chal eclair: LMFAOOOO

princess george: ROFLLLLLLL

my baby lando: we hAD A NO BULLYING POLICY

y/n: can’t hear you over doing my makeup while lily, carmen and kika scream along to lana del rey 🤍

my baby lando: i don’t like you.

y/n: liar

my baby lando: true

MAX VERSTAPPEN COMMENTS ON HIS DNF AT THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX:

[themultifanshipper]

You could cut the tension with a knife. A double DNF was not good for the team or for you and Seb, both of you being so close to a championship win you could almost taste it.

Warnings: Violence, rancid vibes, under negotiated everything, very bad etiquette, rough sex, slapping, choking, all the good shit

Requested by 🐇

The crash was most definitely his fault. He tried to squeeze you into the wall, but miscalculated terribly, leading to both of you hitting the wall and losing a potential 43 points for the team.

To say you were pissed was an understatement. It was very obviously his fault, and everyone knew that, which made it all the more infuriating how cocky and dismissive Seb was about it.

On the walk back to the pits, he tried to make it out that you were to blame, trying to gaslight you into apologizing, and you completely lost it, launching yourself at him. You were halfway through strangling the life out of him before the marshals finally came and separated you.

Afterwards it was all side-eyes and glares in the media pen, doing interviews with at least 30 feet between you at all times. God knows what kind of bullshit he was spewing to the cameras as the interviewers swooned over his stupid handsome face as he flirted shamelessly to avoid having to answer any real questions.

When asked about what he thinks of you as a person, he answered with “Well it’s no secret that we don’t work well together, she’s not exactly a team player. Obviously she’s a beautiful woman everything, but she doesn’t belong here with the best of the best. She should follow her dad and stick to endurance.” He smirked and thanked the interviewer before moving on to the next one.

It wasn’t until you were back in your hotel room that you saw the interview, and when you did, you threw your phone across the room in anger. How dare he? You were p2 in the championship for the second year running. You dad had never even made it to formula 1. The fact that Seb would compare you to him even though he knew you wanted to distance yourself from your father’s image as much as possible sent you into a rage.

And before you knew it you found yourself banging on Seb’s hotel room door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, as soon as he opened the door. He’d obviously come out of the shower, his wet hair dripping down his torso as you quickly trailed your eyes up and down his body. He didn’t even respond, just grinning lopsidedly at you.

“How dare you compare me to my father?” you shoved him backwards into the room and slammed the door behind you. The fucker didn’t waver, still smirking at you as if you were the funniest thing in the world right now. You wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face.

“I’m p2 in the fucking championship you asshole!” you went to slap him but he grabbed your arm and used your momentum to slam you against the wall, pinning your hands above your head.

So you tried to knee him in the crotch, but he slotted one of his legs between yours, gluing himself to your front. You squirmed but it was no use, he had you trapped.

“What are you going to do now, hmm?” he purred smugly.

Headbutt him is what you wanted to do, but before you could move he grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly.

You didn’t flinch though, if this is how he wanted to play it, you weren’t going down without a fight. So you bit his lip. Like, full on chomped down on it. He yelped and shifted backwards, wide eyes now full of anger and contempt. At least you’d finally managed to wipe that sexy infuriating smirk off his face.

He slapped you, hard, but instead of it hurting, it just served to fuel the fire burning inside you. You gasped and stared at him in disbelief, his pupils were dilated so the blue was barely visible, and his lip was bleeding slightly. What a sight.

“Do that again” He didn’t even hesitate as his hand struck your cheek a second time. Your hips involuntarily bucked up into his, and he groaned as they made contact with his rapidly hardening cock.

He rolled his hips and growled at the pathetic whimper you let out. He kissed you again and released your hands in favour of grabbing your ass and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and pressing you into the wall harder. You panted into the kiss, hands roaming and grabbing anything you could as he grinded against you roughly.

After a few minutes of biting and scratching and riling each other up even more, he couldn’t take it anymore so he put you down, immediately working at your pants to get them off as fast as he could.

Once you were both naked, he sat you on the nearest surface, which happened to be a desk, pushed you down roughly with a hand around your neck, propped your feet up on the edge and rubbed his cock along your folds, making you writhe in anticipation.

“You think you can take me just like this?” He asked, venom dripping from every word.

You nodded quickly but that didn’t satisfy him. He slapped your most sensitive area and you gasped, clit throbbing at the rough treatment.

“Use your words, slut”

“Yes! I can take it Seb just fuck me!”

He slapped your pussy again and you cried out. It was painful in the most delicious way and your concentration started wavering as you got lost in the feeling.

“That’s not very polite. Beg for it, baby.”

You did. You begged so much, so fast. You’ll deny till the day you die but any defiance you had disappeared embarrassingly quickly. Seb was so endeared that he wasted no time slipping just the tip in, but that was already a stretch.

Inch by inch, he pulled out and slid back in, doing his best not to hurt you, the absence of preparation suddenly in the forefront of his mind.

You on the other hand were loving every second of it. His cock stretched your walls out deliciously as you took more and more of him, and once he was buried inside you to the hilt, you moaned pathetically, feeling so incredibly full.

“Move, please Seb!” you whined, so he pulled out and slammed back in roughly, and the noise you let out, you would also deny making, but it drove Seb wild, so he tightened his grip around your neck and slammed into you repeatedly, hitting your g-spot with impressive precision.

You mind felt floaty and your body started going limp with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you, and Seb noticed so he let go of your throat and shoved two fingers into your mouth.

“Suck” he ordered, and you did, biting his knuckles gently just to piss him off.

Once his fingers were nice and wet, he trailed them down your body to your sensitive clit and started rubbing tight circles as he continued to pound into you, trying to get you to the edge, him being embarrassingly close already.

It took you no time at all and you came with a shout, body arching off the desk as he chased his own high. He came inside you with a loud moan and slumped over your body, both exhausted after being so wired up all day.

He pulled out and got a damp cloth from the bathroom to clean you up with, before helping you get dressed, in total silence. You were both in shock at what you’d just done. You were teammates, bitter rivals, and now you had his cum dripping down your leg.

You stood at the door, unsure of what to say, when Seb pulled you into a brief hug.

“I didn’t mean it you know. The stuff I said in the interview” You looked at him with frown, he smiled. “I was just trying to piss you off enough for you to do something about it”

“You bastard” You giggled, opening the door to leave.

You were halfway down the corridor when he added “By the way, the crash was your fault! You should never try to pass the reigning champion when he’s leading a race!”

You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look back.

God, you hated him.

[astonmartinii]

Hi, love your work. Could you please write a Lando Norris x engineer!reader thank you 🥰

team bonding | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x engineer!reader

people start to notice the chemistry between lando and his race engineer

yourusername

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yourusername: life between races ✨

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lilaclando part time race enginner full time mother

landonorris so where was my karaoke invite?

yourusername you'd really come all the way from monaco to do karaoke with my uni friends ???

landonorris duh

mclarenlover he's so in love you can't tell me otherwise

oscarpiastri the real question is what song did you sing?

yourusername man i feel like a women obviously

oscarpiastri taste as always

landonorris

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landonorris: what happens at the monaco after party stays at the monaco after party

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babynorris i did not know lando was friends with mick and este but i am living for this

estebanocon the best nights are the ones you don't remember

mickschumacher where is dj lando?

lando4ever are we all just collectively ignoring the girl in the last slide?

leclerc16x call me delusional but that looks like his race engineer

landonorizzzzz ur delusional (i hope you're right)

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f1wagsupdates: in his most recent post lando norris included a picture of a girl many believe to be his race engineer y/n y/ln. she's worked with lando for just over a year and are a beloved duo in f1, with their radio conversations being a huge source of entertainment. what do you think of this potential couple: cute or unprofessional?

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babygirllando i think it would be cute... i mean we've all heard the radios... the one when lando crashed... she was so stressed

maxyverstappen i mean that's kinda her job?

kittyrussell as much as i would love this couple, they work together like HR violation ???

norrisszn maybe the issue here is y'all assuming everything all the time ? they're clearly friends? i didn't know you couldn't party with your friends

LN4 literally people assume shit every time and cause the issues

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f1: lando norris is back on the podium in austria after some quick thinking from his race engineer y/n y/ln helped the brit undercut the alpines to take third!

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landonorris your fave duo tearing it up

yourusername we slayed 💅

glitterlando I DON'T CARE WHAT THAT RAT STEINER SAYS THEY’RE CUTE AND PROFESSIONAL

planetdannyric this is what you get steiner - double haas dnf and y/n being a big component of lando's podium KARMA

danielricciardo team work makes the dream work !! happy for you two 🏆

hugsforlando danny being a landoy/n shipper so true of him

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landonorris: after the last couple weeks, y/n has been subject to the most ridiculous and disgusting ridicule from people from within our own sport. y/n y/ln is one of the most talented individuals in f1 and i am forever grateful that she is on my team! i think we all saw how important she is to my success, so appreciation post for my rock! x

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howdyricciardo god they are so cute whether they're a couple or just friends

yourusername awwww thank you lando i don't care what they say we continue to slay

landonorris lets fucking go

flowersforlando i need this couple to happen fuck steiner

smoooooothoperator no cause power couple for real

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yourusername: don't let any man tell you that you can't do it

p.s. slagging off your drivers in your book and on national television is more unprofessional than anything i could ever do

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mickschumacher ❤️

danielricciardo as the children say - mother

landonorris forever proud of you y/n

yourusername thank you landinho

maxverstappen1 let's gooooooooo

carlossainz55 tell them !!

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landonorris: what if i told you i don't care, our team chemistry is unmatched

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yourusername not exactly how i thought we were going to do this but i love you silly ❤️

landonorris i love you more

danielricciardo so it is true !!! was about to ask you if you finally grew some balls and asked

landonorris dude don't out me on main

lewishamilton so so happy for you guys !!

yoursricciardo omg parents

lovelylando they make me believe in love for real

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yourusername: i'd take all the shit in the world to stay with you ❤️

p.s. let's get that win baby

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violetleclerc i will be seated for lando's maiden win and y/n excellence

landonorris i love you so much (and the win is coming, i can feel it)

yourusername you'll get what you deserve in due time

maxverstappen1 does the camera man not get a shout out?

yourusername thank you for being our personal photographer, not my fault you tackle my phone out of my hands whenever i try to take a pic of you :/

note: hope you enjoyed, i'm finally getting through the requests !! xx

[stupidasfuck]

Godlike Platonic!Grid x Reader

Summary: The reader defends the drivers in front of the reporters and calls them out on their behaviour towards the drivers.

A/N: english is not my first language and to be honest I don‘t know how I feel about this one but I hope you still enjoy it. Have fun reading <3

It‘s a Sunday and Lando, Max, Daniel and I find ourself in a post race interview. Everything would be fine if the reporters wouldn‘t harass Lando with questions about a mistake that caused him to DNF with only two rounds left in the race.

He, as always, beats himself up about his mistake and the reporters only make it worse. My mood at the beginning of the press conference was pretty good, I finished P2.

But hearing the reporters ask more or less the same stupid questions over and over again and seeing that Landos mood is getting worse and worse, my mood is getting worse too and I have no issue with showing it, an eye roll here a head shake there.

I am known for my attitude and to make my PR managers life a living hell. I always say what I think without thinking of the consequences. Which is mostly the truth. That wouldn‘t be a problem if humans wouldn‘t be so damn sensitive. At least that is what I always tell myself.

And this exact behaviour got me in this situation.

“Y/N, you seem pretty annoyed in the last few minutes. What is going on?“ One of the reporters asks curiously.

“Whats going on?“ I ask rhetorically. “Let me tell you what is going on.“ I can already hear my PR manager yell at me. “You guys are harassing Lando with the same stupid questions for the better part of the last ten minutes. That is what the fuck is going on my nerves. What is also getting on my nerves is that you all are acting like you know everything better and can do everything better than we do, which is bullshit because if you would, you would be sitting in these cars and not us. You are also acting like the mistakes we make are the god damn end of the world, they aren‘t. If you want races without any mistakes then you would have to replace every human in Formula 1 with robots. Because that is what we are humans.“ I say sternly. “A lot of people like to forget that. I know when we drive these cars at 250 Kilometers per hour we seem Godlike and with Godlike I mean flawless, perfect and infallible-“

“And with ‘we‘ she means her.“ Daniel interrupts me to try to light up the mood. I can‘t help but smirk lightly at that before I continue.

“- but we are not. Like I said we are. just. humans. We make mistakes, we are‘t infallible or perfect. And that is good because like my mother always said perfect is boring. And that is true, lets be honest if every race would go perfectly, without any mistakes nobody would watch it due to the fact that it would be boring. You guys need to except that and need to realise that it‘s okay when we make mistakes and to stop rub it in our god damn faces and to stop beating us up because of that, for being human. Believe me we do that enough without your stupid questions and assumptions. Well at least I do. So yeah I am annoyed because you idiots think you are allowed to talk down on us just because you think you know it better.“

I look back at the reporters to see most of them looking like a dear caught in headlight’s.

“Ah thank you. I am sure a lot of us will take note of that and be more respectful in the future.“ The reporter from earlier sais. “You better fucking do.“ I scoff.

There are a few more questions wich are more respectful this time. Most of the reporters seem pretty uncomfortable and happy when the time is up and they can leave.

The four of us were walking towards our garages when Lando speaks up “Thank you by the way.“ He sais smiling at me. “Oh don‘t be so arrogant Lan. Who said I did that for you? That was purely for my well being.“ I say smirking. The others just laugh. “No but lets be real they need to stop with this shit otherwise I am not gonna be that nice next time.“ Daniel rises his eyebrows at me. “Hey you know it could have been way worse.“ I ad when I see Daniels look.

“True.“ Max agrees.

“Yeah but still tank you. But I was wondering, do you writhe your speeches yourself or do you have someone that does that for you?“

“Oh yeah very funny Lando haha. You are just jealous.“ I say in fake annoyance and cross my armes over my chest.

“Oh come on you know I am messing with you.“ He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side.

“Yeah what ever you idiot. I need a shower and real alcohol. I expect to see every one of you at the club later.“ I say and point a finger at each of them with a stern look.

“Of course we are gonna be there how could we say no to an invitation like that.“ Danny jokes.

“I mean it. If I don‘t see you, I will drag your asses to the club myself.“ I call after them walking towards my driver room.

Thats it i hope you like it <3

[unformula1]

us against the world (LS2 x OP81)

miami gp was disappointing for both of them. w/c: 579 day thirty seven of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium(series masterlist) masterlist

DNF. DNF. DNF. DNF.

God Logan hated it. He had one job, one singular job and he messed up, yet again. This time it stung so much harder knowing it was in front of his home crowd, the one race where he felt appreciated. 

He failed.

He failed again.

A knock on the door breaks Logan’s train of thoughts. He sighs and rolls his eyes, now is definitely not a good time.

He drags himself over to his door and swings it open. 

“Oscar?” Logan raises an eyebrow.

“Logan!” Oscar smiles.

That smile is… insufferably gorgeous.

“Hi.” Logan manages.

“I’m sorry about your race-” Oscar clears his throat, “You didn’t deserve that.” 

Logan lets out a self depreciating chuckle, “That was expected.” 

“Sorry about your race. You were wronged.” Logan continues.

Oscar slides his way into the driver’s room and closes the door behind him. 

“First off, don’t say those kinds of things. I’m being serious. You definitely did not deserve that race result.” Oscar says with a pretty stern tone. 

Logan smiles, “Thank you Oscar.”

“And second, I’m really proud. Your weekend wasn’t that bad, you were doing pretty well, getting used to the car and all.” Oscar continues, patting Logan on the shoulder.

“Thank you… again.” Logan replies, before letting out a long sigh.

“Sorry it had to end like that.” Oscar shuffles his feet, “Anything I can do to help?”

Logan raises his eyebrow before leaning onto the wall and shrugging.

“A hug… maybe?” Oscar suggests.

Logan lets out a soft laugh, “Yea… a hug would be pretty good.”

Oscar slowly shifts himself closer to Logan. Logan lets Oscar wrap his arms around him and pull him in for a hug. Logan feels an odd sense of comfort here. Oscar has always been the best at hugs, and here Logan was, in his arms once again.

Oscar hugged tightly, not letting Logan leave. It was like a koala grabbing onto a branch, which was pretty fitting for Oscar.

“This is good.” Logan says as he hugs back, leaning his head on Oscar’s shoulder.

“Guess we both had some pretty shit weekends.” Oscar chuckles, “I needed this.”

“Me too.” Logan replies, holding on tightly to Oscar like the one thing he’d never let the world take away from him.

Oscar and Logan stay like this for a while, just in each other’s arms, feeling safe. Oscar finally lets go and they look at each other for a solid second. 

Then Logan smiles, for real. There have been many fake smiles across this weekend, but this one… this one was real and it was for Oscar, just Oscar.

Logan let out a soft sigh, running his hand through his hair as Oscar looked at him, his face laced with sympathy.

Oscar really wished the best for Logan, if it were up to him, he’d let Logan onto the podium.

“I would’ve let you stand next to me on the podium.” Oscar voices out.

“Oh yeah?” 

“100%. No doubt. Would drag you up there if necessary.” Oscar chuckles.

Logan smiles again. His heart flutters slightly knowing Oscar would go that far for him.

“Maybe next time.” Logan smiles while saying.

“Maybe.” Oscar shrugs, “Or maybe you’d win and bring me up there instead.”

Logan laughs, this laugh sounds genuine, it doesn’t sound forced. 

Logan slowly shifts back into the hug.

Oscar lets him hug.

It’s really just them against the world sometimes.

Just Oscar and Logan, against the world.

[sappymix1]

dream posted that “minecraft has never been so beautiful” tweet with a weird shape in the distance and so many people said hm that’s weird don’t know what that is it’s definitely not george. dream said ok yall are dumb and aren’t getting it so ENHANCE. see it’s george. people still denied it. so he tweeted a third picture making it crystal clear that it’s george and got passive aggressive with someone who thought he might post new content and not include george 😭 he was frustrated for real he really said you guys should have known with the first tweet when i was saying my view was beautiful

THAT WAS SO AWESOME thank god it is dream team forever and drolos will never win it’s why they’re so bitter and angry all the time like damn i’d be too. i’m so excited for the droject dnf are going to be so abnormal about the size difference

[suenitos]

bad fits in with the dream team perfectly like outsiders think he’s so innocent but that man is calculated and can be evil he knows how to keep up with them. sapnap at least has him in the fight against dnf

the general public’s/fan’s perception of bad got hit with the smol bean ray so fucking hard but just because he’s super kind and generally likes to be family friendly with his content doesn’t mean there isn’t more to him like the amount of times he’s teased george about dnf is so fucking evil HES SO MISCHIEVOUS… sometimes he makes CRAZY jokes that fly under the radar and that’s what makes him so good with dteam and skeppy he’s earnest but he’s not stupid 😭 he’s so fucking awesome to meee. thank god sapnap has him in the fight against dnf for real

[tellyouily]

thank god dnf is real

[l-norris]

F1 Monaco GP 2024 Recap

Since this race has been a little anticlimactic I decided to take note of a few things that happened during the race and added my own little commentary - This is gonna be a long-ish one, continue under "Read more"

Also, the numbers in brackets are lap numbers, for the record.

- First lap red flag (thanks KMag)

- Thank God no one got hurt

- Esteban and Pierre recreating the French civil war

- Tyre switcheroos before restart

- Chance of a no-stop race???

- Surprisingly clean restart

- Charles sandbagging

- George being told to not push??

- Oscar in a Ferrari sandwich

- Oscar fastes lap (7)

- Carlos fastest lap (8)

- 10 second time penalty for Esteban after the civil war

- *checks notes* ... hold on, he DNF-ed...

- Oscar fastest lap (9)

- Max stuck in 6th

- George isn't allowed to drive quick (Choo choo!)

- Oscar improving lap times

- Everyone is slow (lap times are F2 niveau)

- No immensely large gaps

- Valtteri in pit (16)

- Yaaaaawn

- Ah. Tyre managing. Fun.

- Valtteri fastest lap??? (18)

- Oscar is in Charles' rear

- Red and yellow, red and yellow. (Charles, Oscar, Carlos, Lando) (literally ketchup and mustard)

- ORF commentators eating blueberries

- THEY'RE MAKING SMALL TALK AHAHAHA

- Max still stuck in 6th

- Fernando train

- "Valt-teri Bot-tas" (why does everyone say it like that)

- Chances of mistakes: 0

- Pitlane window where?

- Lando has vibrations

- Tyres start deteriorating everywhere

- Lando almost kissing the wall (31)

- Max should've brought his pillow

- honk shoo, honk shoo, you get the drill.

- Arthur sighted!

- 39 laps to go, I am falling asleep.

- Aaaand we're slowing down again...

- Charles approaching backrunners (40)

- Esteban's 10 second penalty became a 5-place grid penalty for Canada

- Carlos being a smooth operator once more

- Daniel almost overtaking Fernando

- Lance in pit (43)

- Lando tyre saving king

- Did I mention that Max is still 6th

- Charles wants to drive faster, his engineer said, and I quote: "We're not interested"

- "That's rude" "Sorry" I'M AHFJSHFJSH

- So bored that I started changing my bedsheets #adhdthings

- Max pitstop (52)

- First overtake in the race from Valtteri on Lance (54)

- Lewis fastest lap (54)

- Max fastest lap (55)

- Lewis fastest lap (57)

- You get the gist, lap time ping-pong

- Lap 72, still nothing new

- Except Charles pulled away from Oscar, like... almost nine seconds.

- Oh also Logan hit the wall a few laps back

- "I'll just bring it home" Charles is so real for that

- Last three laps!

- Oh also Max is still in P6.

- Solid

- Get ready for Fratelli d'Italia.

-Last lap starting!

- And with that, Ladies and Gentlemen... the Leclerc curse has ended.

- Top 10 finished exactly the same as they started.

- There's tears running down my face

- This is the most beautiful podium celebration ever

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I feel like Im beating a dead horse, but I'm seriously SO tired of seeing people complaining about the penalties Max got in Mexico and how they need to be more strict WITH HIM. Like I'm sorry but you can't have separate rules for one driver just because you don't like his driving style. This is how Max has driven since he got to F1. Does he go a little overboard sometimes, yes but I wouldn't call his driving dangerous.

In Austin when Lando got the penalty - his fans were arguing Lando shouldn't have gotten in and Max should have regardless of the rules because it was "unsportsman like" to push someone off track yet there was no outrage when another driver push another driver off the track. In Mexico now that Max WAS penalized they're sayin that he should have been given a HARSHER penalty because he ruined Landos race. The goal post is always moving in regards to Max.

Now that there are only 4 races left of the season, I feel like people are complaining more and more about Maxs diving because he's "ruining" Landos WDC attempt. Like are you expecting him to just see him coming up behind him and be like oh I should just let Lando go by.

At this rate, if Lando is near Max on a corner he's just going to intentionally go off track and claim Max pushed him and Max will probably get penalized. Its also frustrating seeing Lando fans hoping for a Max DNF "because he deserves it". God forbid you tell them you want Lando to DNF and they lose their minds.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk. I've some how got on the side of trash talking Max TikTok and its a struggle.

I don’t think any one with even the barest of wheel knowledge is arguing that the penalties should have been higher and if they are they’re just talking from bias and I like to think they’d acknowledge that. Because that line of thinking is baseless and nonsensical. It’s fine to not like a driver or like a driver but you can’t advocate that the rule be completely made up depending on who is involved in the incident. That is unsporting.

Again, according to the rules, it doesn’t matter if Max punted Lando straight into Venezuela - they don’t hand out penalties according to the consequences of the action. Everyone knows this. So no you don’t get extra harsh penalties just because you “ruined” someone’s race.

Thing is, it’s pretty rare that the guy ahead in the championship doesn’t have the car to fight the challenger. It’s a unique situation that Max’s fight is with his own equipment after managing to get himself far enough ahead early in the year. Also rare that there’s such a disparity in the wheel to wheel racing skill between two title challengers on top of a car disparity. It’s created a unique set of problems.

People want to talk about “sportsmanlike” like it’s a real thing, some code of ethics. It’s not. It’s literally whatever the people who are actually in the sport say it is (not what HannahF1McKaren on twitter decides it is, mind you). I think McLaren bullying a driver into letting his teammate past to gift him a win in front of everyone is unsportsmanlike. But that’s me.

They’ve been calling Max dangerous since he entered f1, meanwhile it’s the FIA whose decisions have routinely caused more material harm to drivers. It’s Lewis Hamilton whose driving ended up giving another driver a sustained concussion. Villeneuve is out there saying Max is going to kill someone but he’s the one whose driving resulted in an actual death.

People like who they like, whatever, but when they start talking shit that’s when I just check out lol.

[wildpeachfarm]

Well thank god dnf is real

preach anon

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb:

He's a ruthless, battle-scarred warrior with a dark past, and she's stuck pretending to be his wife to save a fantasy kingdom.

From New York Times bestselling author Kristin Cast comes a new tarot-inspired fantasy series. Scarlett St. Clair meets Outlander in the seductive and spellbinding world of Towerfall, starting with The Empress, a high-heat, fake marriage romantasy with a swoon-worthy, morally-gray love interest.

The Arcana aren't just figures in a tarot deck—they're real. Terrifyingly real. That's what I learned when I found a tarot card in the snow and was yanked from my world and into Towerfall. The first thing the people of this harsh, cruel realm did was try to kill me, and they probably would have succeeded if Kane hadn't taken me to his hideout in the woods and nursed me back to health.

I don't know if I can trust him. He's too hot to be good news, he's definitely hiding secrets, and I've already seen him kill two people to protect me. If I hadn't just been helplessly dumped into his world, the blood on his sword and his dark, brooding mood would have me running in the opposite direction.

But right now, convincing the Kingdom of Pentacles that Kane and I are married is my best chance of getting into the palace, and back to my own world.

Because there's something wrong with Towerfall. Something deeply, deadly wrong. And if anyone finds out Kane and I aren't really husband and wife?

Well, then both of us are dead.

Review:

When your life is falling apart and you suddenly find yourself being dropped into a magical Tarot world where people are trying to kill you and the Tarots are real... and the only person who can help you is the hot brooding guy that you'll have to be in a fake marriage with, finding a way home is definitely going to be complicated. Hannah's life is a mess, from failing at her job to catching her boyfriend cheating on her. Yet when she finds herself thrown into Towerfall, a magical world where the Tarots are real and people are trying to kill her, she meets Kane, a mysterious and handsome man with his own secrets and quest. The only way to survive is to find her tarot card as it acts as a key back to her world and to enter into a fake marriage with Kane to try and trick the Kingom of Pentacles and get access into the palace. Hannah and Kane are drawn together but his own secrets and agenda might tear them apart when she finds out why he approached her in the first place... can Hannah survive this deadly world or will she end up losing her heart and her life? This is the first book in a series and when I tell you this book was nearly unreadable... I struggled so much with this book. This is the first book written by the author by herself as she had previously cowritten a more popular series (house of night) and I was so excited to try this but 2 chapters in and I was struggling. Hannah is not a likable character and reading this book felt so out of place, it never really hooks you and the romance doesn't exactly feel like a romance, there is no depth, there is no real chemistry, in fact Kane's entire personality summed up is : brooding and loves asking Hannah if she's his good girl. I swear to god, this book had me nearly DNF-ing so many times. I can't say I'll be continuing on with the series but I would say this, if you like modern day fantasy romance and want something extremely easy to read, give this a try.

Release Date: January 7 ,2025

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and SOURCEBOOKS Bloom Books | Bloom Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*