#do they have a ship name idk

[shyaringan]

If I became the monster

to everyone but us

[passiunclepaltry]

thinkin about the bride and ugly ass groom of all time

[autisticscofield]

u know how it is

[mismess]

Whateveerrrr

[danimalscrushcup]

fellas is it gay to pull a knife out of another womans stomach and use it to kill the people trying to kill you

[day-colors]

heres an old sketch i threw some color at

[chrisginny]

yknow they really are very similar

[zsupiszosz]

hope nothing bad happens to them while they're in space

[jusst-you-race]

8 + romain/nico/kevin

angst? idk her... this is more uhh moody i guess. idk... i really hope i did your boys justice!!!!!! i hope you at least somewhat like this <3 they are very compelling.... might have to return to this.... from this angst prompt list

"Are you hurt?"

They’re waiting for him in his driver’s room. He knew they would be. It’s a tiny little haven where they are allowed to just be and god knows they all need that right now. Nico closes the door behind him. 

“Are you hurt?” Kevin. It’s always the first thing out of his mouth. Nico shakes his head, then yanks at his race suit, desperate to get the tight fabric off. It’s more difficult than usual and it’s not until warm hands grip his own that he realises his hands are shaking. He looks up at Kevin. 

“Let me help.” 

Nico nods his assent and lets Kevin gently manhandle him out of his race suit. It’s as much for Kevin as it is for him. He knows Kevin needs to take care of him as much as he needs to be taken care of. Nico looks at the couch where Romain is sitting, watching. He gives him a reassuring smile. 

“I’m okay, Romain,” he says. He gets a weak smile in response. 

Eventually, after Nico’s boots get carelessly kicked somewhere, Kevin finishes pulling off Nico’s race suit. He cups Nico’s cheek with his hand, and Nico leans into it, feeling the familiar calluses on his skin. Kevin leans in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and Nico closes his eyes, just breathing the intimacy in. 

He still feels rattled. Like his bones have all moved half an inch to the left. Even without any injuries, crashes always leave their mark. Kevin steps back and Nico opens his eyes. His gaze lands on Romain’s hands. He’s wringing them, and Nico watches as he runs his fingers over his own scars. Nico crosses the room and flops down next to Romain. 

“Hey,” he says. They both watch Kevin fold up Nico’s race suit, neither one of them pointing out that it’ll just go in the wash anyway. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Romain lift his hands up, a clear invitation. Nico lets himself lean sideways, curling over until his head rests softly on Romain’s thigh. 

This never gets easier. Today in particular it’s making Nico feel old. He’s not sure how much longer he can do this. He used to think Formula 1 was his life, and he does still love it, will always carry the rush close to his heart. 

A gentle hand winds its way into his sweaty hair. 

Nico’s slowly realising that his life is now tied to the two men in the room with him. It’s getting harder and harder to carry on without them. Harder to pretend he doesn’t want to be just here, half on Romain’s lap, watching Kevin take care of things despite being the youngest. 

“This is my last year.”

The hand in his hair stills. 

Kevin turns around to watch him, unreadable expression on his face. 

“Nico if you think you’ve lost it just because of one crash–” 

Nico cuts Kevin off with a shake of his head.

“No, it’s not that.” He thinks about Kevin and Romain. About spending more time with them without the hectic schedule of F1 dragging him all over the world. Of getting to see more of their races, their achievements. He thinks about the love he has for them. How much it eclipses the love he has for this sport. The way he aches deep in his bones whenever he has to leave them behind. He thinks about their future. Settling down somewhere with enough room for all of three of them, instead of bouncing around their current places. Seeing all the places they talk about seeing. Maybe, finally, putting a permanent label on it all. 

He thinks about lazy mornings in a bed too small for three. 

He doesn’t say any of that. 

“I just think it’s time.”

[dizzybizz]

Would you be down to draw some stelle/Kafka? I think they’ve got that gay, angsty, cosmically entwined thing going on

caught in her spider web

[hotcat37]

we fucking with Allu x Jaakko???

[natjennie]

im not a pat/julian shipper but it seems especially funny to me if they got into fights like imagine julian's parliment defensiveness coming out like "well, with respect patrick, where's the proof? did you ever actually see me move the spoons, I think not sir!" and then pat forgetting to turn off children tantrum mode so in scoutmaster voice he's like "that wasn't a very nice thing to do to mr. kettle, was it? I think maybe we apologize to him and put him back home with his friends the teabags" like I think there's something here.

[flamedoesart]

q!Phil covered in blood and sweat and q!Forever just staring at him like That's it that's the one I'm falling in love with.

[possessedartist]

DREW THEM FOR MY BOYFRIEND @thegreatsolaris FOR VALENTINES❗️❗️❗️

[meowquill]

girlfriends

[maayan00sh]

it's the way Maggie somehow subtly seems to control events around her (finding herself locked in the coffee shop when she wants to speak to Nina, possibly keeping her record shop open this long before the s2e1 crisis)

while Nina, upon walking into a miraculously Regency-era cotillion ball version of a Street Traders Association meeting, somehow seems immune to the miracle that's enchanted everyone there

that's exactly what Maggie finds so attractive about her. the fact that she's independent. unpredictable.