#his growth as a driver is beautiful to see

[mctwinkdom]

I'm obsessed with the man Lando is becoming

[katsu28]

ooooo “Making the other person a Spotify playlist with songs that remind them of their relationship and growth” for Lando???

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There aren’t many times you can get Lando all to yourself. His job comes with many responsibilities, as does your own. You understand the time and hard work it takes to do what he does day after day, week after week, and you like to think the two of you have found a way to balance it all. Dinners together whenever you can, texting and calling between meetings; you even have a shared calendar on your phones to keep track of your hectic schedules. 

Racing takes precedence on most weekends, of course. Some of them you’re able to attend, but lately things have been getting busy at your workplace nowadays, which means you’ve been working weekends too. Weekdays are slim pickings as well, with all of the traveling and training and things you have to get done as well. 

With all that’s been happening lately, you haven’t been able to spend nearly enough time with Lando. Late evenings at work, long training days—everything seems like it’s been piling up until the only time you really get to spend with each other on days that he’s home is right before bed. And even then, it isn’t long before one of you inevitably falls asleep first. 

Which is why when you miraculously find yourself and Lando with a totally empty schedule today, free of any work related commitments for either of you, you’re over the moon. He suggests a day trip up the coast, just the two of you and the open road. Honestly, you don’t even care where you go, you just want to be with him. 

You’d think he’d be sick of driving given what he does for a living, but he just presses a kiss to your temple, saying that driving with you is something he’d never tire of. 

That’s how you end up here, sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of Lando’s Miura, fingers intertwined with his as he cruises down the coastline. Crystal clear water dotted with boats and even bluer skies on one side, beautiful scenery on the other, and the man you love sitting right next to you—what more could you ask for?

“Like what you see?” Lando’s teasing voice draws you out of your thoughts, and you refocus to see him still with his eyes on the winding highway ahead. But he’s grinning rather smugly, a grin that only grows bigger when you huff. “It’s alright, you can stare at me all you want. I know how sexy you think I am.” 

“That’s bold. Maybe I’m admiring the view.” 

“Yeah, and the view is called my carved-by-the-gods side profile.” 

“Someone’s a tad self absorbed. You’re voted top three hottest drivers on the grid one time and you start getting a big head, hm?” 

“I beat out Carlos, baby! Carlos fucking Sainz! You’ve seen the man, do you know how that makes me feel?” 

“Is there something I should be worried about, Lan? Are you going to leave me for Carlos?”

Lando snorts, aiming a brief but still effective skeptically arched brow at you. “Please, if I was gonna leave you for Carlos, I would’ve done it already.” 

“Oh, cheers. That’s reassuring.” 

“Happy to help.” 

“Can I play some music? I need to drown out the sound of your complete and utter betrayal.” You grumble, slouching in your seat with crossed arms. Lando laughs and nods, passing you his phone. He knows you’re just being fussy for the dramatics of it all.

You scroll through his Spotify playlists in search of something that looks interesting, but one in particular instantly catches your eye. Labeled “For my love” with an absurd amount of heart emojis after, you can’t help but feel like maybe, just perhaps this one might be for you. Or for Carlos, but you’re ninety percent sure it's you. 

Next to you, Lando inhales sharply through his teeth like he’s just remembered something, hand shooting out blindly. “Fuck, wait, hang on—” 

“Lando…” You say, only slightly teasing. All previous betrayal is instantly forgotten. You shift so his wiggling fingers can’t reach the phone, giggling a bit at the garbled noise that escapes from his mouth. He’s obviously figured out what you’ve just come across. “What’s this?” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” He sighs, cheeks already flushing pink. “It was meant to be a surprise.” 

“You made a playlist for me?” 

“Well, yeah. It’s sort of embarrassing.” He mumbles, suddenly sounding bashful.

“Oh come on, don’t get all shy on me now.” 

“Alright, fine! At first it was for me. Just songs I thought you’d like, and I’d listen to it all the times I was away and we couldn’t talk. Or if I was nervous before a race and started spiraling. And then…it just turned into songs that made me think about you. Made me think about us.” 

“There’s hundreds of songs on here, how did you even—when did you even start making this?” 

Lando swallows hard, knuckles flexing on the steering wheel.

“Honestly? The day we met. Call me a weirdo, but from the moment I saw you I knew you were it for me. Took both of us a while to get our shit together, but I never stopped believing it.” He says softly, hastening a glance over at you. He smiles and shrugs, reaching out to thread his fingers through yours once again. “And the songs…I dunno, they’re just my way of remembering how we got here. I meant to save it for our next big anniversary, but you’ve mucked it all up by being nosy, so now the cat’s out of the bag!” 

“You’re so fucking cute, babe,” You coo, leaning across the center console to press a smattering of kisses to the side of his heated face. “You made a whole playlist for me and listened to it when you missed me? That’s the cutest thing anyone’s ever done, you sap.” 

“Yeah, alright. You can shut up about it now,” He grumbles, but he still looks pleased. “Have a look through it. I think I’ve got some good ones on there.” 

The more you scroll through the list of songs, the more you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. It mixes your music taste and his, and in a way, it feels very representative of not only who you are as individuals, but who you are with each other.  

It reads like a letter to you, to your relationship. To who you were back then and who you are now, who you’ve grown into together. 

There’s no doubt that in the years you’ve known each other, you’ve both changed. You’ve had good times and not so good ones too, but one thing that’s always remained is each other. From friendship, to teetering on something a little more, to finally finding love with one another, Lando has been the most unwavering constant in your life. You think that deep down, it was something you already knew, even from the first time you’d met him. 

“I’m gonna fucking cry, Lando,” You whine, emotion seeping into your words.

“Why? Is it bad? Is it too much?” He looks worried, but he can’t exactly take his eyes off the road to see why you’ve had the reaction you did.

“No, no. It’s perfect.” 

His shoulders sag in relief, and the smile returns to his face. “Oh. You like it?” 

“I love it.” You lift your joined hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles that has him positively beaming with adoration. It goes without saying, but you truly don’t think you could love a person any more than you love Lando. You don’t want to, because he’s it for you. 

“You know what else?” He hums his piqued interest, likely expecting more praise. “Carlos can suck it. I got a playlist, what did he get? Absolutely nothing!” 

“For fuck’s sake, I was kidding!” 

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[cutehoons02]

I’m in love an idiot

*pairing: Jay Mercedes Driver x Shy fashion student

*trope: Grumpy for Sunshine

Speed or Love series

*tags: humor, speeding, shy girl but with a nice character, mocked, Jay is as much ossesed by her, good girl, first win for Jay, first kiss, daughter of the engineer of Jay’s track, Y/n is off limits, kiss, jealousy, hugs, Y/n doesn't like physical contact that much instead Jay is the opposite of her he would hug everyone, Jay is really a green flag

* synopsis: Opening a brand of clothes has always been the dream of Y/ n but to be successful and make more people know his best friend came the idea of being able to ask for help the most beautiful driver of the circuit that who has more brands at its feet. Y/n doesn’t tolerate Jay’s presence because he is the exact opposite of her: full of friends, extrovert, has all the famous girls at his feet among influencers and models. Y/n will ask Jay for help but you know everyone wants something in return and what Jay wants is to be his first in everything, but what will Jay mean?

*songs: Me gustas, Smooth Operator, Style, Mònaco

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The male sketch in front of you was your nightmare and also Park Jongseong or just Jay, the rising star of the Mercedes stable, the diva of the paddock with his smile and her manner of doing gentlemanly with any person with the difference that with women she flirted from morning to evening and could be girls of 20 years to women bored by their husbands immersed in the various clubs of F1 of 40 years, was the most beautiful driver of the paddock and for your misfortune, it was not you to think. Still, the whole circle, all the fans who had voted in a poll with more than 50 million votes, and every year that passed more brands demanded the name of Jay from Prada, Calvin Klein, Pomellato, etc and to your bad luck, you were the daughter of his engineer and heard about him 24 hours on 24. Your dad loved Jay, the Mercedes had him at age 14, and with the help of various sponsors but also with the results he brought home in F3 and with the victory of the championship of F2 he spent a year as third driver for the team and this year was his first year under the silver star of Mercedes and the whole team could not be more satisfied with the results he had brought.

You looked at the sketch before your eyes and puffed, besides the window, you could see the skyline of Barceloneta and with that view, you should have felt relaxed and had some inspiration but instead in your head there was a cosmic nothingness only the sentence that had told you a few hours before Jay in the car, you were studying fashion and your brand was struggling to emerge so your best friend with whom you had created the brand had the brilliant idea that you could even think of asking Jay for help, but you immediately said no, you had hardly talked with Jay since the beginning of the season and you had been to some great prizes so how could you ask for help from one of the most famous, noisy, exuberant people in the paddock for the growth of your brand? Besides, you were too shy and didn’t give any good vibes to that guy with all those different girls around him every weekend, in the box every weekend there was some model or influencer who worked with Prada and he seemed not to notice your presence even if you were his engineer’s daughter, he had said hello three or four times and in these few meetings he never even smiled at you; but everything changed the night before when you met Jay for the first time alone without any other friends, drivers or famous people around.

You were waiting for your dad’s car to leave the circuit. In addition to some travel bags that you had in your father’s hand, you also had your notebook with various sketches for your brand and some colors with which you had done tests to see what shade was better for the graphics you had created for the shirts and sweatshirts that you wanted to design and produce in the future, you heard a light whistle and watched Jay approach the parking lot where all the drivers had their cars, with his blonde half platinum hair with small pink hues, they highlighted, even more, the slightly honey-colored skin and also the small birthmark that had in the neck shaped like a butterfly/ heart seemed to stand out more thanks to the color of his hair.

A shy smile formed on your lips because to be an F1 driver you imagined him dressed a little all tacky instead he wore All-Star at the rate consumed, of the slightly elegant black trousers and a light pink cardigan that unintentionally matched her hair color, held a giant Prada bag with the Mercedes logo in the other hand his inseparable guitar, had this fixation in the play before going down the track and surely it was his lucky while putting in the car all his equipment turned to your side and looked at you for a second and then returned to rearrange the trunk of his sports car, you didn’t expect to have a conversation with him but even a simple hand gesture would have been nice on his part, you took your phone and wanted to disappear from that embarrassing scene instantly but you heard a voice talking.

"Sweetheart don’t tell me you’re waiting for your dad because he’s still doing the briefing with the other engineers and it definitely won’t be over in an hour, it’s better if you call yourself a company car of the Mercedes otherwise in the hotel will not arrive before 22 with the traffic that there is to get to Barceloneta" You raised your eyes, god why did he have to call you sweet? He knew clearly what you called, and tried to call your dad’s driver a couple of times but did not answer. A light laugh came out of the American boy before he started his sports car, you heard the roar of the engine and put you slightly away from that car before it hit you with a reverse. When Jay got out of the way he had the engine rumbling and a slight smell of gasoline crept into the air, you saw Jay lean back and open the passenger door and wave to you with his hand to come in, "Sweetheart you can trust me not bite, we are also the same age and i can promise that i don't intend to touch or touch with a finger even because you’re the daughter of my engineer i don't want to be under the ground before winning a world championship with Mercedes! So don’t be difficult and let me take you to the hotel while we’re in the same building." You still looked as if someone came from the circuit but besides other workers of other teams, there was nobody so you put your dad’s bags behind the trunk and sat with your notebook and your colors in Jay’s sports car and maybe it was a bad choice because in Within seconds you found yourself with your hands holding the seat firmly for the high speed in which it had started.

"Are you out of your mind? We’re on a normal road not in an F1 track idiot, you said that you do not want to die before winning a world championship with the Mercedes but if you run like this sooner or later you’ll crash. Lower that speed otherwise..." You heard Jay laugh and watch you as he was speeding down the highway towards Barcelona "Otherwise what Y/n? You throw yourself from the car at almost 200 kilometers per hour, I know that if intelligent you never would do it" You saw Jay watching you while he was running at that speed and you slapped him in the arm "Park Jongseong looked at the road instead of looking at me, Before I die I seriously want to graduate, give my first kiss, open my brand and" before you go ahead with the list of things that you wanted to do before dying felt the car lose speed and finally go at a speed appropriate for the road code.

"Wait, give your first kiss? open a brand? what are you talking about? Didn’t i think my engineer’s shy little daughter could be so interesting, sweetheart why have we never talked before today?"

What were you into? You never talked so much with people especially if this person was of the opposite sex, you were always shy with people and did not talk to males

"Uhm maybe because you’re too busy with all those celebrities that you have around every weekend in the paddock or your box" you lowered your voice slightly because you didn’t want to be cynical or disagreeable with Jay but you were never talkative, you preferred to listen to people or even better to be alone.

"Sweetie doesn’t tell me you’re jealous of me, i know personally 1% of the famous people who come to my box during the weekends but tell me more about this brand and how you never gave your first kiss" You felt the look of Jay and felt a slight sense of anxiety "There is nothing to say,i never gave my first kiss to anyone, in practice there was never the opportunity or maybe even if but if i have to kiss someone i must feel comfortable and the other person must like me."

"Sweetie you’re making fun of me, it’s impossible that no guy has kissed you before, look at you have nice wavy hair/ curly, light eyes, you can see that you have a beautiful physique even just wearing a t-shirt and short shorts and not to mention that third abundant you have of the breast" A slight redness crept into your cheeks and put your arms crossed under your breast, as he knew that you had an abundant third? Of course, she’s seen who knows how many nude models in her bed.

"I’m serious Jay" you saw him nodding and with a hand taken from your notebook a sheet with a small sketch of a model with a sweater with a slightly modern but original print take the cherry blossoms and under the design it was written China gp and Japan Gp, a slight whistle came out of Jay’s lips and looked at you while you were standing at traffic lights "Sweetie didn’t think you were so good at drawing, can i see more of them please?" anguish and showed small sketches of a dress slightly elegant but practical its blue tones with small white beads that took the white foam of the sea and the various shades of blue of the seas that you could see in Cotè Azur with underwritten Monaco Gp.

"Do you like them? I know you model for super famous brands and with designers with a lot of years behind in the fashion world but I would like to know your opinion" Jay looked at you surprised, there was no one to judge your sketches but they were all wonderful "Sweetheart if i made a dress like that even if i was a man i would wear it, you can already understand that i like them, i didn’t know you were so good at drawing." A shy smile made its way into your face but you remembered that it could also tell you to make you feel slightly special and then talk about how much your drawings sucked, Part of you was thinking about what your best friend said but on the other side you were seriously afraid to hear a no. You looked at yourself a couple of times Jay and at the same time the minutes that were decreasing to get to the hotel "I’d like to ask you something, you’re free to tell me that you don’t care or you don’t have time and i’ll understand why you’re a pilot in the first place" Jay looked at you intrigued "Tell me everything sweetie as long as it’s legal you can ask me anything"

"My best friend and i, have had this little brand for a couple of months but we lack that extra thing that helps us to be more "appetizing to the public", especially to a young consumer and our age, we have a decent number of followers on ig and also on tik tok but we would like to make us known to as many people as possible" You stopped to talk because Jay didn’t give you more glances and maybe he felt exploited in that situation "So are you asking me Park Jongseong to model or advertise for you? You know i have a team that rejects brands much more famous than yours and with which i could make even more money to race in F1?"

"I knew it was a crazy thing to ask you i told her, i didn’t think of this idea, you wouldn’t have come to mind and let it go." You saw Jay bite his lips slightly and pass his hands in the tuft and felt a slightly increase speed below you

"What will you give me in return if I accept your proposal?" You saw the hands exceed 200 kilometers per hour and the heart beat too fast for your standards

"Anything legal, if you want tomorrow i can show you a sketch that I did with a male mannequin" the hands were still at 200 kilometers an hour and you knew he had not finished asking you what he wanted.

"I want a sketch with my sweet face not with a mannequin without emotions, tomorrow let me find the sketch in the box and i’ll think about it"annuities but the speed had always remained the same "Idiot if you have nothing else to ask me, lower that speed, my dad will kill you with his own hands if i hurt."

"When you are with me, no harm will ever happen to you, and stop calling me an idiot, they have not taught you to respect people older than you and if you need me you should behave well!"

"You’re four months older than me Jay not five years, tell me what you want in return, and lower the speed please"

"I’d like to be your first in everything Y/n".

The light colors of dawn were disappearing to the horizon and the sketch you had done for Jay was now finished, you thought to make him an outfit inspired by America and the 80/90 years to enter the paddock during the gp in his state of origin. A baseball hat with a little teddy bear a small guitar and the colors of his favorite Seattle baseball team, the same was in the sweatshirt but in the back, you had written "Love your fav F1 diva" and the jeans were slightly washed out color and always with small reminders of the colors of his favorite team and behind you could attach a pin with a small panicle symbol that he used also in the helmet in honor of his favorite food. You thought it was an original idea but until i gave the sketches to his PR you were not happy, there was a beautiful day in Barcelona and soon would start qualifying; you were sitting on the terrace that was on the track, and under you were the two Mercedes drivers who were going down the track, your best friend could not be at that gp so you started to get bored but when you saw that Jay could fight seriously for the first positions you carefully looked at all the times he made and with each lap he got better and better, You saw your dad focused on giving telemetry with the data of the other pilots to Jay where he could improve.

Between the interval of Q2 and Q3, your dad saw you and greeted you and gave you a thumbs up, smiles and a slight anxiety grew in you, Jay had not made any poles until now but managed to have some podiums in his portfolio from a P2 driver in Australia, P3 in China in practice he lacked the first victory and maybe more speed in qualifying, everyone in the paddock began to wonder when he would unlock as well to make perfect laps in qualifying but people did not think that before there was also Park Sunghoon, "Ice Prince" of F1, Jay and, Sunghoon were basically best friends but Sunghoon had the fastest car on the grid and was also the fastest driver on track since the beginning of the season, so when you saw Sunghoon P1, Jake P2, and Jay P3 you weren’t so surprised by the result. Jay was stronger in the race step than in the qualifying but slowly with the months you were sure that he would also start to make Pole Positions for Mercedes.

Jay had not had more occasion to speak with you or only to see you but after the race in the private plane that they had bought him, Hoon, Jake and Heeseung was looking at the sketches that you had made and had been designed for gp in America at his house, were designed for a street style that he loved to wear especially when he was in America and smiled when he saw the small detail of the pin in the shape of corn.

"Who did these sketches for you, Jay? Don’t tell me you’re denying another brand to be part of your circle because you could make me some extra money" Jake laid down in his folding seat and sipped his iced cola while looking at the various sketches

"You would have the same sponsors if I did not fuck during the race gp and not only Jake, when you start to give yourself a fix with the dramas and with various gossip that go out with I don’t know how many different girls a week you will receive also brands that want you as a model" Sunghoon and Heeseung laughed as they watched Jake lift his eyes and put on headphones.

Jay took his phone and searched for Y/n’s name on ig and saw that he had a private profile on ig so asked her for friendship, who the hell used to still have a private profile on ig in 2024? Waited a couple of minutes but no notification that Y/n was coming in his mobile until he landed in Nice to head home to prepare for the GP of Montecarlo who saw you had accepted his request and that you had followed him. Well, at least you dared to follow him.

Parkjong02: hello sweetie, i saw the sketches and i like but there would be some changes that i would make, you want to meet us on Wednesday in front of the port so we go for a coffee and i’ll show you what i’d like in the sweatshirt

Y/n: please call me Y/n and not sweetness

Y/n: I land on Thursday in Monte Carlo so before Thursday we can’t see each other

Parkjong02: what do you mean you land on Thursday? Don’t tell me that it’s an excuse not to see me alone with me! I know you live in Montecarlo with your dad

Y/n: I live with my dad in Monte Carlo but i study fashion in Paris and i can’t miss classes because the famous Park Jongseong requires my presence on Wednesday in Monte Carlo

Parkjong02: ops i didn’t know you had compulsory frequencies, i saw you in the boxes in Australia and China so i thought you didn’t have them

Y/n: this week we have to present a project is why i have to stay in Paris but if you want we can meet Thursday after the interviews for the media with my best friend so she also see what changes you would like to do and you can tell us seriously what you want in return. You know we can’t offer you a high budget if you agree to collaborate with our brand we could do anything.

Parkjong02: you already know what i want in return:)

Y/n: Even under torture you would not be my first kiss, change request

Parkjong02: Want to make a little wager?

Y/n: nope

Parkjong02: you’re so boring;(

Y/n: What is the subject?

Parkjong02: mmm by chance i signed the contract with you in Montecarlo and that i make my first pole in F1 and win the first race of my career in Montecarlo would give me the honor of being your first kiss?

Y/n: you know that it is very unlikely that you will make the Pole in a circuit like Monte Carlo if you always started under the P3

Parkjong02: so you’ll take the loan?

Y/n: we shall see

On Thursday afternoon you were inside the motorhome of the Mercedes with your best friend and you were slightly biting your nails for anxiety, what if she didn’t accept? What if he accepted but wanted more money than you could give him? and if he accepted but would seriously want to have as reward kissing you? He had never looked at you or watched from the beginning of the season because he ever wanted to be the one to give your first kiss? All these questions were driven out of your mind when you saw Jay enter in his half-unlaced suit to reveal the super tight white Mercedes jersey where he stood out his chest muscles and also his biceps, He was certainly one of the most beautiful guys i had seen with his beauty as particular. When he saw you he left his PR and headed to the small table where you and your best friend had laid down the various sketches.

"Good morning ladies, sorry for the slight delay but i had to linger more while doing the track walk in some sections of the track because i would like to make my first Pole Position in this beautiful circuit and win the race" look you badly Jay, God was seriously serious with that message he had sent you or was he teasing you?

"Don’t worry, Jay, we’re so happy to have you here to see our project even for 5 minutes with all your commitments. Me and Y/n opened this small brand in early January and is experiencing success, especially among F1 fans we thought to involve you drivers, but here is someone who in all these years has not made who knows so much friendship with you drivers of the new generation!" a slight push from your best friend made you wake up from the small state of trance in which you were finished, the only one you could count on as a friend was Jungwon but it did not have all the following that Jay had in social.

"Um, yeah, we’re really glad you’re here, Jay. You’ve already seen the sketches but I wanted to show them live and say what you would like to fix" Jay stared at you carefully and a slight smile formed in his lips, he saw how much i was against this meeting and you had always been attached to your best as if it had a weapon with which to protect you from him.

"I like the style a little vintage that you recalled, also the details on the colors of my team are beautiful but the sweatshirt would make it slightly over, in the back the writing i would like it with silver and black pallets to recall the colors of Mercedes and at the end, it would be nice to produce pins to attach in jeans that panicle is beautiful but i would prefer a pin with a small black guitar and silver that is my symbol that i always put in my helmet"

"Of course anything, we will show you if you want the next week the various prototypes of sweatshirts that we already have in stock.

"For the sponsorship speech how much would you like as a starting figure?, you know we are novice students and we do not have a super high budget but if i would make us public and also as a model we will make sure that the content will go well and also sales" Your best friend was great at making people understand what they wanted and seemed to be convincing even Jay.

"I don’t need your money, put it away for your dreams you want to build with this brand, i do nothing for free but this could be the first time for me too, or maybe there is something i would like but maybe i will only have with the win and the pole of Montecarlo, i say hello girls it was a pleasure to do business with you for your next months i will be your model so we’ll see each other more often around" Jay gave you a wink and ran out of the motorhome.

"What did he mean by the win and the Pole of Monte Carlo, are you hiding something from me, miss?"

"I’m not hiding anything from you because it’s extremely unlikely to see Pole on this track if his best result was P3 and we know how important it is to start first on this track"

The unlikely things in life could happen but how many chances were there that both in Q3 and Q2 Jay had placed first, It was missing to name the top 10 drivers as well as the top 5 rows of Monte Carlo and you were dying from anxiety both because you wanted to see your dad’s team win but also because if Jay had done Pole Position there would be too many chances for a victory tomorrow in Monte Carlo.

"The American driver is doing one last lap to warm up his tires before he launches to see if he can compete for his first pole of his career, It would be absurd to see him do Pole in Montecarlo because he always missed that swivel of speed in previous qualifying but in a couple of minutes we will find out if he or another driver will do it."

You heard the reporter talking aloud and all the people inside the box Mercedes were still to see in the maxi screens all telemetry Jay threw himself through the narrow streets of the iconic Montecarlo in the first sector he had improved a couple of tenths of his best time that he had done in Q2, watch the graphics of the times become all fuchsia (when a driver makes the best time in a certain sector of the track he illuminate fuchsia his time) your heart was beating wild because it seemed to touch all the walls with his car to make the best time and at the last curve saw other fuchsia come out of the graphics and when he passed the finish line had given 350 tenths to the second driver and was Pole Position for Park Jongseon.

The whole box was celebrating and your dad slipped out of the Mercedes' small wall and came towards you "Come with us to celebrate Y/n, i can’t believe that this crazy guy made his first pole in one of the most difficult circuits of the season, i knew when he came to his first pole was iconic but i never expected it in Montecarlo" You embraced your dad and saw all the joy he was trying to have as his pilot Jay

"I’m so happy for Jay, for you and the whole team you deserve after all the years of hard work you’ve had to face." You walked with your dad to the barricades where stopped in the first place the car was black and silver and saw Jay come out of the cabin and run to hug his mechanics and your dad, Your dad hugged him and even gave him a kiss in the helmet and immediately took his phone from his social media manager to take a picture with all the people who cheered him. He had received many criticisms because he had missed from the beginning of the season many qualifications but maybe Monte Carlo had changed something in him or maybe he felt more comfortable with the car, When he took off his helmet his gaze passed over you and made the sign with a finger 1 and then with a check to let you understand that something had completed it and that was missing victory to steal your first kiss.

A heavy rain was covering the whole state of Monte Carlo and the light wind was swaying hundreds of boats docked in the port of the Principality to enjoy closely the race and cars, this rain gave Jay even more chance to win because for almost 20 laps had in front of the Safaty Car (the Safaty Car comes out during an accident or when the track conditions are not quite optimal strong rain/ fog etc), the race direction had given the go away to the Safety Car and so started at the 21st the gp we are some overtakes but at gp, the first 2/3 who started from the first positions had good chances of winning and Jay knew that if he did not make nonsense or if the wall box He would have done everything perfectly could take home the first victory of his life.

"Jay the wheels of the car are all 4 in perfect condition, the rhythm is going well and if you see Sunghoon approaching you do not get anxious because in a couple of turns the rain will fall even stronger so it won’t fuck especially if he’s fighting for the world"

"Thanks for giving me the information about the precipitation, if i see that it comes a little too close i can push a bit more"

"No Jay, not pushing the track is very slippery and you could lose your car, take home this victory thanks to your talent shown yesterday in pole."

"Copy", he and Y/n’s dad had always had a beautiful relationship both when he was in F2 and now and trusted him 100% as if he were his guardian angel, Sunghoon was always close but he didn’t seem to want to risk too much and when the rain started falling stronger they all started to slow down, you could see little inside the cabin and a slight anxiety began to grow.

"Jay your times are going well, can you see us well or we must communicate to the race direction? Many pilots are complaining about the poor visibility"

"You can’t see a fucking thing, I’m practically shitting myself and maybe I’ve seriously pissed myself but i want to win this race at all costs."

Inside the box the mechanics started laughing at the jokes in World Vision, you and your best friend had headphones to listen to the various communications and both of you were laughing, you already knew that would become a meme on that radio team.

There were still 5 laps to go and without noticing you shook hands with your best friend and saw all the mechanics praying but at the same time started preparing the sign with P1 JAY written to put it out on the last lap so Jay could read that he had won the competition.

Your dad left the box wall and ran under the flood to see Jay first arrive and the same thing you did, your best friend and everyone else in the box, small tears began to run down your dad’s face when he saw Jay get out of the car, He threw himself into the crowd and they began to jump him lying down in all the arms that held him and after a few minutes he even went to hug his parents and apologized to the journalist for the delay.

He had all wet hair and also the suit but it was nice to see him so happy and with his cheeks slightly reddened from the sweat but also for all that affection he was receiving from all the people who had seen him grow up.

A mountain of splashes mixed with rain fell under the podium of Monte Carlo, Jay was seventh heaven to share his first victory with the trio of 02z he, Hoon, and Jake had grown together and did not believe that he still won thanks to that incredible lap yesterday.

"How are you gonna celebrate tonight, Jay? There you have to pay everyone a dinner in some luxury restaurant by the sea of Montecarlo you lost the beat, what I told you that before the summer break you won a race, you must believe more in yourself from this point of view" Hoon hugged Jay before they went to do the last interviews for various television stations.

Inside the box everyone sang and danced to Smooth Operator the iconic song of Sade that Jay had made singing to his first F3 victory, there was an air of serenity and joy but Jay had been looking for half an hour now Y/n and was seriously afraid that she had gone.

ParkJong02: Did you enjoy the race?

Y/n: You were great me and my best friend I held hands for the anxiety of bad weather but also because every lap that passed you could always slowly get away from Red Bull

a slight moan came out of Jay’s lips, because he was so happy to be able to talk also via message with Y/n, she was the daughter of his engineer could not see her in any other way but when he wanted something he wanted at all costs to have it

ParkJong02: Will you be at the Twiga with your best friend this evening? There will also be other drivers including Jungwon

Y/n: Uhm ok, what time do you go?

ParkJong02: I think by 10:00 p.m., will you come?

Y/n: someone must redeem his "prize"

When Jay read that message his cheeks turned slightly red but at the same time he bothered him because he did not want to force Y/n to kiss him, but who would not want to kiss him? had a list of models or influencers who invited him to a dozen parties organized in the French Riviera but he had only the lips of Y/ n in mind since he had discovered that he had never given anyone his first kiss a sense of protection and perhaps protective possession had grown in him.

The music was booming in the club in front of the port and the privy there were all the drivers of the new generation who were celebrating Jay’s victory, with gold there was the PR of Jake and another girl that you had already seen working for Red Bull, Jay noticed you with your best friend and signaled you to go to the side where they were near the water.

"I didn’t think you’d come sweeter, these idiots you know all of them instead they’re ___ Jake’s PR and ____ the Social Media Manager of Red Bull, order whatever you want." You saw him go to the balcony and say hello to some celebrities and I put you close to your best friend and Jungwon, he and your best friend didn’t get along so much so every time you had to be careful that they didn’t kill each other.

"Calm down in two minutes she will come back and be with you all the time Y/n, had to tell your dad that you were under his protection from any pilots or guys who tried to hit on you" Jake started laughing taking his beer to his lips and gave you a friendly wink.

"I don’t need his protection if he’s the first one who wants to break the rule" Hoon made a little whistle "He said you were slightly shy with people Y/n, instead I know you know your stuff" Sunghoon looked at you carefully and turned his gaze away from her angelic but emotionless face.

Jay approached the group and smiled at you, Jungwon, and with the PR of Jake who complained about how much he made her regret but your eyes were always almost always attracted by Jay god because he was so attractive but still beautiful without doing anything. After a few more minutes he approached you and a colony that smelled of sandalwood and citrus invaded you.

"It seems that improbable things happen in life or maybe it is destiny that is telling us something Y/n" Jay’s face was too close for your taste and when he whispered to you you felt a slight anxiety grow in you but also little shivers.

"Guess fate is on me if i have to give my first kiss to a jerk like you who was almost killing himself in qualifying just to make the fastest time for pole."

"Well, it was worth the risk so much if i could collect my first win in F1 and maybe even a kiss from you Y/n" felt a big hand lean into yours and Jay took you out of the club and started walking near the port. " You said that if you want to kiss a guy you have to feel comfortable Y/n?" You looked and watched as the moon illuminated the beach expanse before you, Jay’s hand was perfectly intertwined with yours and you pulled your hair out for anxiety until you arrived in front of the beach and Jay sat you on the wall that supported the porch to go down to the beach.

You felt Jay’s hand caress your cheek and carry behind your ear a rebellious lock, his look never came off your face but he never looked at your lips and this thing made you crazy, he had said that he wanted, Instead your gaze was always lower than his and you looked at his lips slightly fleshy and as some slightly blonde and pink tufts fell on his face.

"I see how you’re looking at me Y/n and I’m so happy that this look is only for me and no other idiot who would take advantage of you."

"I’m not looking at you in any particular way, Jay, i’m just seeing how the light reflection of the moon is making your skin stand out and even your colored hair, don’t get your head but you look good with this color You’re better blonde than your natural color" a light whistle came out from the lips of Jay and you felt his hand touch slightly the lower part of your back and approach you.

"Y/n has seriously made me a compliment this is new to me, where did the shy girl who talks about you in the box?"

"Maybe she’s feeling slightly comfortable and never thought she would be with an idiot who risks dying or having accidents every weekend at 300 miles per hour" Jay smiled at you and got dangerously close to you.

"Are you telling me that i’m putting my track engineer’s shy daughter at ease? I know this would be wrong because i know you’re off limits but i’m so eager to kiss you, can i be your first boyfriend you give your first kiss Y/n? Annuisti and shortly after you felt the sweet lips of Jay kiss you gently, it tasted slightly of alcohol but sweet, and without noticing you put your arms behind his head to bring him closer to you, your lips were perfectly made to be kissed and you felt slightly biting your lips infernos and a slight moan came out of your lips, thanks to this little moan Jay smiled in your lips and put his tongue into your mouth and from the light kiss that had begun made it to how passionate and intense.

Jay took a second to let you take a little breath and caressing your back lowered slightly and gave you a light kiss with the lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world, another light kiss given to you on the forehead and then embraced you like a teddy bear, how could he be so calm after having put his tongue into your mouth a few seconds before, Your whole body froze when you felt his body pressed against his and your heart was beating so hard that you were sure he could feel it.

"It seemed like you needed it, i see how hard you work to give hugs to people even to people you trust as your dad or your best friend," he muttered, his lips folded in a smile.

You stared at him, with your eyes like a deer and without words. The heat has passed through your cheeks and you have hurried to find the voice. " You can’t just kiss me like you’ve always wanted to and then hug me things if i did not know my boyfriend" You tried slightly to get away from his chest but he squeezed even more to himself "Since you don’t embrace a person Y/n? , you’re so stiff but at the same time i feel your heart beating like crazy so it means that underneath you like my hug"

"I don’t love physical contact with people so much, I’ve always been shy about people and I have trouble opening myself both mentally but also physically, I hope you won’t make fun of me Jay"

"What? No, i would never Y/n. Everyone has their insecurities and fears but when you see that a person tries in all ways to make you feel comfortable try to open up as you are doing now with me sweetie. If i knew you didn’t love physical contact so much i wouldn’t ask you to kiss me, by chance was it too much for you?

"No at all, i liked it in the sense that i felt safe with you and for having been my first kiss i wouldn’t change it for anything in the world" You couldn’t face it when you said these words, Of all the people in this world you had to feel comfortable with Jay Park, who would have thought that fate was ready to introduce her shy daughter of her father and the paddock diva...

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Pretty like a flower | cl16

Summary: where some social media comments open up old insecurities in you.

Warnings: fluff, sad reader, reassuring Charles, social media hate.

Dating Charles is a totally fantastic experience, on one hand you love traveling the world with him and having little memories together, or just spend a quiet day at home away from your jobs. But at the same time, there are bad things, such as the lack of privacy because there are super nosy people who are not the fans, people that think they can take pictures of you every now and then and the fans themselves like to talk too much, especially about you...

The way you met Charles was the sweetest and cutest way of all, you were working at a local flower shop and he came in to get some flowers to take to his mom to decorate her hair salon — a pretty sweet gesture in your opinion, so between some babbling and shy glances at the handsome man, you helped him get the right flowers for his mother. And so the days went by, every week he went to the flower shop to get flowers for his mother and he always asked for help from the shy girl who spent her time making beautiful flower arrangements. You had no idea who he was, partly you did know who he was since Monaco is very small, but you only knew that he was a famous race car driver and that was it.

When you started dating everything was super good, normally you don't upload many things to social media since you like to keep everything private, you only uploaded some of your flower arrangements to your Instagram and other cute little things. Fans started comparing you to their ex-girlfriends, especially Alex since they had a massive break up last year, they said that you posted the same things as her on Instagram and that you were copying her, or they even said that you were soon going to do like her and become an influencer and that you only wanted him for the fame and money he could give you. And honestly, you don't think that way, you really love Charles with all your heart, he is someone so precious and wonderful to you, and you know that he loves you with all his heart.

Right now you are in your shared apartment alone, reading comments made on a gossip page about a paparazzi photo taken of you and Charles on the beach last weekend, the comments are mixed but there is one constant: all the comments are about how your body looks... Most people say: "aww, she looks so basic, Alex looked way better than her!", "I don't know what Charles saw in her, she's nothing special." "Look at her, she has no butt or boobies, she's just a board!" And the list of comments goes on and on.

“Not this again... Why do they always have to criticize what I wear or how I look? I'm just living my life with the man I love...” you sighed and you walked through the closet, looking at some of your clothes. “My favorite clothes doesn't even fit anymore, they all feel wrong.” you looked with watery eyes at your reflection in the mirror, you're wearing a mismatched lingerie, tugging your little tummy roll and small bust. “I know I'm not a model... But does everything really have to be picked apart?” you say as you look down at your short legs and big thighs with slight hair growth, even the most normal and natural thing in the world seems totally imperfect to you.

You were so focused on your inner monologue that you didn't hear that Charles has opened the door.

“Darling, I'm home! Where are you, mon cœur?” he says calling you out (my heart)

You called back with a shaky voice. “I-I'm in the bedroom...”

He enters the room and sees you crying in your mismatched lingerie, concern washing over his face. “Oh no. What's wrong, my love? Come here, talk to me.” he gathers you gently into his arms.

You sobbed into his chest. “I'm... I'm sorry Charlie, I know I'm being silly but I just feel so insecure about myself lately. All these comments talking about my body, and comparing me with one of your ex's, saying I'm not pretty enough to be with you.” you whispered with trembling voice. “Even my own clothes don't feel right on me anymore... I guess I started wondering if you only settled for me because of my boring looks and body.” you finished, emptying all your thoughts.

Charles held you while he gently caressed your hair, he knew that those comments were going to explode in you at some point, from the beginning you were always honest with him about your insecurities about yourself, something that perhaps was not so present in you before, but now — and thanks to the comments, has resurfaced again.

“Shh, don't say that stuff princess. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me, inside and out... Those people don't know us or how much we care for each other, all that matters is how you see yourself, and how I see you.” he wipes one of your tears.

You looked up at him. “But... What do you see in me? I'm not sexy and thin like models or I don't have a perfect tan like your ex... I have small boobs, big and hairy thighs and I have a tummy...” you were going to continue, but he subtly stops you.

“Stop that talk right now. You are beautiful and sexy to me in every way, I love every single inch of your gorgeous body - your mesmerizing eyes, your cute little button nose, your adorable smile. Your tummy? Is where I like to put my hand and stroke its softness when we're sleeping or taking a nap, your boobs are perfect for me, as is every soft curve.” he smiled shyly while blushing. “You're my ideal of beauty and I'm the luckiest man alive because your heart chose me... And I'm so in love with you and all of those little things that make you so unique.”

You sniffle a bit, starting to feel a little bit better. “Really? You truly think I'm beautiful just the way I am?” you asked softly.

“Oh, you're more than beautiful! You're a fiery, intelligent, compassionate queen and I fall deeper in love with you every day. The judgements of strangers mean nothing when I have your love... You are as precious and delicate as a flower, you know, blooming and growing under my touch.” he kisses your forehead and you blushed so much thanks to his words. “So dry those silly tears, mon amour, and let me show you how much you turn me on just by being yourself.” he kisses you tenderly. (my love)

You feel his words washing over you, because he's right, you should feel good in your own body and no matter how much you say you don't look good or whatever, he doesn't care because he loves you whether you've changed your style or not, because he's totally in love with you.

You kiss him back softly while your hands rest gently on his chest. “I love you so much Charlie! Thank you for always making me feel like the most special girl.”

He smiles. “You are very special to me, my darling. Never forget your worth, okay?”

As Charles gazed at you with heartfelt adoration, you suddenly became conscious of your state of dress and you blushed.

“I, um... I'm not exactly matching or covered right now... sorry.” you mumbled shyly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Charles gently took your hands, uncrossing them so he could place tender kisses to your knuckles. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about, mon amour. Please don't feel shy with me.” you bite your lip, still hesitant. Chuckling softly, Charles hooked a finger under your chin to lift your gaze to his. “You could be wearing a trash bag and still be the most beautiful sight to me... But, since you're so worried right now...”

Reaching behind himself, he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. You gazed at him, momentarily distracted by his perfectly sculpted bare torso.

Charles winked playfully. “There we go, now we match. Feel better?” His boyish grin made you giggle, easing some of the tension.

“Much.” you whispered softly, poking his ribs. His breathless chuckle sent flutters through your spine.

He looks at your figure with adoration. “Pink is definitely your color, but you know how do you look way better?” he asked and you shake your head. “Wearing nothing at all...” he whispered and you blushed so much at his teasing.

Slowly, your shy insecurities began melting away under his tender and caring gaze.

Charles' hands found your waist, rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “You take my breath away every time I look at you, ma chérie. So soft, feminine, sexy and all mine.” (my darling)

Leaning in, he gently nuzzled your neck, trailing light kisses that had you sighing. “Please don't ever think you're not gorgeous, because I ache to worship every single inch of you.”

His husky words and touch ignited a longing deep within you. Threading your fingers through his hair, you pressed closer, relinquishing all shyness. Your eyes met, full of smoldering desire and promise of pleasurable distraction ahead.

Your lips met in a searing kiss as strong arms lifted you, carrying you to your shared bed where all that mattered was exploring each other in a sweet and gentle intimacy. Confident in his adoration, nothing could dim your light when you're in his loving embrace.

***

A few days had passed since Charles lovingly boosted your confidence and you were starting to feel more comfortable in your own skin again as you two planned to have a relaxing Saturday at home.

That afternoon, you tidied up around the apartment while clad in just mismatched lingerie and one of Charles' oversized shirts while he was doing some errands and buying some groceries. Lost in your house tasks, you hasn't heard the front door open.

“Darling, I'm ba-” Charles started to call out before stopping short at the sight before him, you froze as well, your face flushing under his admiring gaze. His eyes slowly roamed your figure, heated with desire and appreciation for you. “Oh, mon dieu, you take my breath away, baby.” he uttered softly. (my god)

Striding over, Charles pinned you gently against the counter with his taller form and you gazed up at him shyly through your lashes. “H-Hello...” you say softly.

Charles caressed your cheek smoothly, smiling down at you with heartstopping tenderness.

“Look at you petite fleur, so radiantly beautiful in just this... I feel like the luckiest man alive.” he smiles and leans in, he began feathering kisses along your neck that had you melting. “I knew that wicked outfit served another purpose beyond laundry day.” you giggled. (little flower)

His words, coupled with how reverently his hands roamed your curves, sent desire pooling low. All traces of shyness evaporated under his loving worship.

“How do you do that?” you breathed, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him close. “You know... Make me feel like the most special woman alive?”

Charles met your eyes intensely. “Because to me, that is what you are - my queen, my everything. And I will spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me.”

Pulling you flush against him, you two kissed deeply and slowly, savoring each sensation. In his passionate embrace, you knew no other place you belonged more than by his side, in the spotlight of his beautiful devotion.

Charles' tender words and loving gaze never failed to make you blush like a schoolgirl. You shyly ducked your head against his chest, overwhelmed by the passion and devotion in his eyes.

“You always say the nicest things.” you mumbled shyly, playing with the hem of his shirt. His affection still caught you off guard at times, even after all this time together.

Charles lifted your chin, thumbs gently brushing over your flushed cheeks. “And I mean every single little word, ma chérie.” (my darling)

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that had you melting. Pulling back slightly, your foreheads remained pressed together as Charles simply gazed at you with endless tenderness.

“How is it that after all this time, you continue to take my breath away?” he breathed, caressing your cheek softly.

You just shrugged, embarrassed. “I don't know, I'm just me...”

“Exactly!” Charles smiled. “You're you - compassionate, beautiful, sweet, and so strong. I fall more in love with you every second of every day... You deserve to see yourself the way I see you.”

His honeyed words had you fighting back happy tears. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you clinged to Charles in a tight embrace, overwhelmed by the depths of his love and care.

He held you just as close, gently rubbing your back and peppering your hair with tender kisses. “I love you so much, mon coeur. Never forget how amazing and cherished you are to me.” (my heart)

Suddenly you pulled him close to you again, you kissed him languidly, pouring every ounce of gratitude and affection into the intimate gesture.

Charles responded in kind, holding you reverently against his body. Lost in each other, you two became so enraptured that the rest of the world seemed to fade away.

All too soon, oxygen became a necessity. Breathless and flushed, you rested your foreheads together, smiling softly at one another.

You whispered. “I could stay like this forever in your arms.” you sighed contentedly and Charles nuzzled your cheek sweetly.

He smiled. “Well, then let us make a life filled with these kinds of moments, mon bébé.” he declared with quiet conviction. (my baby)

Your breath caught at the promise in his tone. Gazing deep into his eyes, you saw your future stretching ahead - a future of partnership, passion and being cherished each and every day by this beautiful soul.

Overcome, you pulled him once again into an embrace, clinging tightly as happy tears welled. In that perfect moment, all felt right in your own world wrapped in love's sheltering wings.

In the solace and security of his embrace, he slowly but surely continued renewing your self esteem each and every day. You truly feel like the luckiest girl to receive such devoted affection from your soulmate.

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Oh, How Forgetful Of You

"Did you see him," Caryn asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Did you see him before he died?"

"Yes," he answers truthfully. She already knows that it him who asked Stanley to come up here.

"Did ya two talk?" And he knows what she's hoping for. He knows what she's hoping he'll say.

Yes. We worked it out. We talked things through. We apologize to each other. He died knowing his twin loved him.

He doesn't have it in him to lie.

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Or my take on a reverse portal au. Enjoy :)

Edit: So this isn't done yet. I was writing this on Tumblr mobile and thought I saving this in my drafts when app decided to post it! So now I guess this is sneak peak for a really long oneshot I'm working on. So enjoy I guess. I will appreciate any feed back on this. Don't write your fics directly on Tumblr.

Edit Edit:

Started posting the actual fic. It's a chapter fic now. Ao3 link

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It's a cold March day in Gravity Falls. There's a fresh layer of snow on the ground glistening in the cool sun. And yet, the signs of the upcoming spring are as clear as the current sky. The snow is a mere inch on the ground, no where near the hight it was earlier in the year. There are starts of new growth on the deciduous in the area and songs from a few individual birds of migrating species that came back a tad early.

It's a beautiful day.

Even at a funeral, he acknowledges that. He's pretty sure everyone else there does as well.

Stanford Pines stands in front of an empty grave, with a hallow coffin waiting to be put in by its side and staring at the name of his twin brother etch on the headstone.

He knows that the death date on the headstone is wrong. It says that his twin had died last week, when the Stanley Mobile had careened off a cliff and was later found with no body inside. When he sent it off that cliff with a cut of the breaks, a quick hot wiring of the car and the heaviest chunk of firewood he had on the pedal. Stan had loved that car. Ford remembers the face - the smile that Stan had when he first bought it at sixteen. He remembers Stanley shoving him into that car for the first time before they went for drive, where they drove it way too fast with the windows down and shouting kings of New Jersey at the top of their lungs to celebrate. Ford remembers the last time he got in that car, screwdriver in hand, and looking around for just a moment and seeing stolen motel bedding on the back seats and trash on the floor consisting of fast food wrappers, bags convince store snacks, and losing lottery tickets. Stanley had lived in that car.

And now, thanks to Ford, the only things left of that car are a burnt pile of metal in the dump, the license plate sitting on a table in his cabin, and an old photo he stole from the drivers visor.

The death date on the headstone is wrong, but Stanford doesn't know what the real date would be. By the time Stanley had come, Ford was so paranoid and sleep deprived he didn't know what day it was anymore. But he should know. Ford should know the date. Ford should know the date he sent his twin brother to his demise. And he hates that he doesn't.

A hand touches his shoulder, and Ford is startled out of his recently encrypted head. He looks over.

It's Ma. And she's staring at the headstone, too. They stay silent for a while.

When Ford saw her arrive, he was honestly surprised she came alone. He thought for sure that she would somehow drag Filbrick or Shermie along, but no. She came alone.

The only other guest that came, aside from Fiddleford who came here for Ford not Stan, was an IRS agent. (And Ford is pretty sure he heard him whisper to the, "I know you're not dead," while glancing at Ford. )

Did Stan really have no one?

"Did you see him," Caryn asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Did you see him before he died?"

"Yes," he answers truthfully. She already knows that it him who asked Stanley to come up here.

"Did ya two talk?" And he knows what she's hoping for. He knows what she's hoping he'll say.

Yes. We worked it out. We talked things through. We apologize to each other. He died knowing his twin loved him.

He doesn't have it in him to lie.

"We talked," he starts. Scenes of that night flash in his mind.

Stan's face filling with hope as Ford talks about their old childhood dream. The way it fell as Ford tells he to sail away.

"We argued..."

I'm giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your life and you won't even listen!

"We fought..."

Stanley’s scream as he kicks him back dowases the anger for a moment, and Fort starts to apologize. And then Stanley punches him in the face, and it all comes back.

"And then he..."

Stanley had pushed over the danger line. Now all Ford can see is the fear taking over his brother’s face as he floats up to the open maw of the portal. And Ford stupidity calls out for him to do something. To not let his creation- his mistake eat him.

And Stanley does.

He doesn't doesn't hesitate to jump and push Stanford away from the portal. Consequently pushing himself in. And all Ford could do is watch as his self made monster ate Stanley.

"...he left."

It's silent again for nothing but a moment before Caryn starts to sob. She pulls Stanford into a hug that he weakly returns and she cries into the hand-me-down suit his father gave him.

Ford's eyes don't leave the headstone again until long after the mostly empty coffin is buried.

He had killed his own brother.

.-- .... .- - / -.- .. -. -.. / --- ..-. / .- / -... .-. --- - .... . .-. / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..-

Stanford had contacted Fiddleford not long after Stanley went through the portal.

He needed help to finish the mind encrypter because it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open and he knew that as soon as he closed them, Bill will come out and destroy it. He needed the mind encrypter to be finish and fast. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. So he went back to his ex-assistant, who (unfortunately) knows how to make machines that affect the mind best.

Ford was prepared to beg, having just lost a brother and just reached a breaking point that even his pride couldn't get to. But to his surprise, Fiddleford readily agreed. That was the second time that week someone whom he wouldn't want to see his again helped.

The mind encrypter got done in record time, and Stanford's mind was finally safe.

Then, for some reason, Fiddleford stuck around.

Then, for some reason, Fiddleford started acting like they're friends again.

[cloveroctobers]

STRAWBERRY CRUSH — STELLA KIDD [Spring Prompts]

A/N: alright, alright you caught me! I may or may not have a crush on Stella and thought it was only fair to write a little something since I am binge-watching after all—currently finishing up season six as I write this! In short: Yes we love Stellaride over here but this one specifically is for my wlw, you’re welcome!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: 6. “I am going to have a magical picnic and you can’t do anything to stop it!” “Yeah, but the bugs can.” + 16. “Your beauty outshines all the flowers.” “Are you sure? The flowers are really pretty this year.” 

WARNINGS: reader is a southern plant/earth lover, this is what it’s like to see Stella crushing but unsure, + written in MY version of HC’s/note form.

᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘

Strawberries require well drained soil, they must be placed on a gradual slope, and receive full sunlight in order to experience successful growth.

That’s something your grandfather first told you, once you were old enough to get into farming.

It’s never left your mind even with his passing and you always had the best eye when it came to picking produce.

Granted, picking that particular item in a mini mart in the city might not be the best choice but Stella made sure to put the red berry on the list.

She wanted the best snacks or else she would leave you hanging on this outing—just like she ditched her second date with the guy from 98–to be with you.

Stella can’t help but to catch a glimpse of you at the end of one aisle, you’re by the freezers now and you’re standing on your tippy toes, teal silk shirt raising above your fitted jeans and revealing tatted skin as you grab a beverage.

The height difference is something she has to get used to and often caught her mind thinking about whenever you were face to face and she would have to play it off as her being tired instead of daydreaming about what your lips would feel like.

“You ready, Stella star?” Your hip is bumping against hers before you carry on towards the registers.

It’s your own personal nickname for her and it has a cuteness to it with your contrast of a southern twang. However when each of you are out fighting fires, you on squad and her on her truck 81, she has to learn how not to miss it as much, as you go forth with using her last name like everyone else.

The man at the register jokes, “You ladies buying the whole store?”

You rack your red nails against the counter, “hm…you sell lottery tickets? My friend here is feeling lucky.”

“I mean, with a babe like you, who wouldn’t be?” He winks at you while Stella raises her brows with a cross of her arms.

He rings up two tickets before continuing with the rest of the items.

You and Stella are grabbing the bags before you say one last thing, “also it’s mango season so you may want to step it up with your mangoes since yours are rottin’ in the back, the last thing you want is for the insects to spread to the rest of the underwhelming products. Now, that’ll be all! You have a good one.”

Stella winks at the man for good measure who scowls at the both of you on your exit.

“His store is crappy anyway.” Stella sasses as the both of you load up her car some more, ���There’s a way better one downtown, closer to lake shore.”

“Noted for next time.”

“Ohhh, look at you already thinking about spending more time with little ‘ol fabulous me?” Stella places a hand on her chest dramatically while she makes her way over to the driver’s side.

You smile as you open the passenger side, “what can I say? Maybe I just can’t get enough of you, Stella-Star.” Before climbing into the vehicle, leaving the dark haired woman to be impressed at your charm while also feeling her cheeks warm.

The drive to lake shore drive is full of Chicago’s vibrant buildings and singing along to the radio while you both smoothly move along with the traffic.

The ride felt shorter than it was, like time often felt between the two of you when you had the chance to have it.

Stella was definitely in her head about this, wondering if it was a date and knew chatting about it (unwillingly) with Otis and Joe was a lost cause so she chose to hit up your shared girl friends to see if you gave them any insight.

Gabby and Sylvie were 1000% sure it was a date—although they claim you didn’t say or gave much away when you causally brought it up. Stella even went as far to pick Cap and Tony’s brain before Severide could get a whiff and tease her about how awkward she was being.

Kelly was actually the first one to pinpoint that Stella was “drooling” over you and kept pushing for Stella to just go for it.

He would hint at things and then act like he wasn’t and that left Stella thinking maybe he was trying to set her up! to make a fool outta herself but she believed Kelly wouldn’t trick her like that, especially if this had the potential to be serious.

He had her back and she had his…they were good friends like that.

So when you approached after an extremely long shift with this idea, Stella almost collapsed to her knees.

The both of you rarely had alone time together, it was always in group settings but when you did share conversations privately—Stella felt something shift between you two recently and she was still trying to pinpoint when exactly that happened.

See…there she was being too much in her head about it!

“We should have brought some bikes out here,” Stella comments as she carries her portion of bags, glancing at the chicagoans who flew by on the biking path.

You shrug, “here’s the thing…I never could get that down.”

“What?!”” Stella is shocked, “aren’t you from the south? Don’t tell me you ran or walked everywhere with those roads? Or wait…rode horses?”

You snorted, “I never was much of a horse girl either since my ass and thighs always ended up hurting afterwards AND i watched one kick the jelly out of my Grammy! Call me traumatized from that point on. I left those things to my gramps and brothers to deal with while I spent time with the chickens and cows.”

“And the yams and green beans.” Stella jokes while you walk side by side, scoping out a good spot of greenery.

Pointing up ahead at a hill like portion that had a great view of the water and also the buildings behind you, ending up being the winner as the both of you headed towards the incline.

“I have you know that my family has won competitions for the best veggies! And if my Grammy was here, she’d show off her mountain of photos to you.” You’re stretching out some blankets, one of them being a incredibly soft birthday gift from Brett who claimed that she purchased it from a Portuguese woman who handmade it at the market.

“I’m not arguing with ya there,” Stella raises her hands in surrender, “you country folk are built different…can’t exactly say better but different!”

You scoff with a shake of your head, “you city slickers.”

Stella laughs to herself as you make yourself comfortable, sitting crossed legged before pulling a full on woven basket from behind you.

“Where the heck did you hide that?”

“Can’t reveal all my secrets can I?” You grin, happy that you could surprise her, “I am going to have a magical picnic and you can’t do anything to stop it!”

A picnic on lake shore was not entirely what Stella was expecting…honestly she had no clue what this day entailed besides the fact that all she needed was good snacks to be all in.

She’s getting ready to sit across from you but not without saying, “yeah, but the bugs can.”

“Don’t tell me thee Stella-Star is an afraid of a little green friend.”

“That ain’t no friend of mine,” Stella’s face is scrunched up as she watched the grasshopper get comfy on her portion of the blanket, “…can you uh—get it?”

You laugh, “really?” As you lean forward, holding out a bottle of water so the insect can crawl onto before you lead it elsewhere, “there. Nobody was harmed and everyone is safe.”

“You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I would have stomped its ass out,” Stella huffs as she plops down now staring at the bottle you used, “also that one is yours.”

“Understood,” you laugh once more before opening up the basket to reveal it contents, leaving Stella further impressed as she peeks inside.

It’s such a good day in Chicago, little birds chirping along, the spin on the bike wheels in the distance could still be heard up on the slope, while the wind brushes by from the lake and the sunlight still shined bright although the city’s buildings were as tall as they could be.

There’s a brief silence as you dive into the snacks and take turns from the jug that contained a berry lemonade you actually made, before falling into natural chatter.

It felt right being here with each other and it’s something you already knew that you would want to do again.

You never doubted that.

The sunlight was behind Stella whereas it shined over you. The both of you found that each of you were a beautiful sight to witness and Stella was just glad she chose to wear her hair back into a ponytail since the spring wind picked up every so often.

Soon you’re laying side by side now, just a inch of space in between your heads but close enough to feel the warmth from each other and for you to smell the amber, Tonka, and plum that radiates from her frame.

“You smell good, girl.” You comment, pulling yourself from zoning out while making Stella pry open her eyes.

The way you’re peering up at her, almost makes her choke on her own air. “Thanks,” she manages to wheeze out, “I picked it out myself!”

Stella knows she sounds silly but you find amusement in her pride nonetheless.

So she attempts to clean up, arm cradling the back of her head as a smirk appears on her lips at her next best idea with the compliment flying out of her lips, “Your beauty outshines all the flowers.”

There’s barely a daisy embedded in the grass somewhere up ahead but it’s the first thing that comes out of her pretty pouty lips.

You squint up at her as you question, “Are you sure? The flowers are really pretty this year.” 

You would know better than her with what’s in season and what not but something tells Stella, just by the way you break your stare that you may have some flaws you’re not too proud to speak about and that alone makes Stella frown a bit.

Before she can register what she’s doing, her fingers are reaching for your jaw, pulling your attention back to her’s, “are you kidding?! I’m damn sure and as corny as this is going to sound: you’d be my first flower I’d pick out of any garden. Anybody would and that’s because I said so! My word means a lot ya know?”

Your eyes shine like water but you don’t hold back a snort, “is does huh? Well I guess I have no choice but to believe you then.”

Stella’s chewing on her bottom lip now because there’s something in the air that’s telling her to just plant one on you.

“Stop me at any time,” she starts with a deep inhale, catching your eyes briefly on her mouth.

The corner’s of your mouth lift as you whisper, “do your worst, Stella-star.”

And with her lips on yours, you exhale as Stella breathes you in. Both hands are cupping your face as your lips move together in perfect unison and your hands shift from grasping her shoulder then down to her waist.

She’s watching your face in complete bliss when she decides to pull away but not fully, “was that okay?” She says against your lips.

“More than okay,” you nod at her with a beam before moving forward with another, “and I don’t think I said i was finished.”

Which leads into a full makeout session, and that’s something Stella is usually down for—especially if she’s had some drinks in her system but without the alcohol—she wouldn’t mind being drunk on you.

She’s on top of you now, and it quickly becomes a challenge of who gets to hold that position for the longest, erupting laughter between you two and Stella decides to cave once you both knock forehead’s.

You’re both panting now but there’s still laughter in your lungs and Stella is staring up at you adoringly, rubbing her head, while you caress the shape of her mouth, “what?” You quiz.

“You taste sweeter than I imagined.”

You smile, “so you thought about me in that way? I guess that means you really like me.”

“I couldn’t tell if you liked me!” Stella ran one hand over the top of her hair, clearly frustrated.

You snicker, “I thought I was pretty open with my flirtations but…I really like you too.”

And that’s all that matters to Stella as she’s pulling your face right back to hers.

Strawberries require well drained soil, they must be placed on a gradual slope, and receive full sunlight in order to experience successful growth.

᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

hello logan!! i have compe to prompt your wonderful brain into being nice again.

imagine photographer pierre putting together a set of his favorite pictures from the year and suddenly realizing that they're all of charles/related to charles. "uh oh, maybe i AM in love with my best friend" realization ensues

Oh, this made my brain go zoom.

The first year he had put together the series, it had been for his maman. She is the one who bought him that camera and he wanted to give her something physical to see that Pierre was indeed serious about this very serious investment.

In uni, it became a very logical way for him to look at his growth over the last year - to see what he had dabbled in and what was successful, what was not. It was a way to encourage him to continue to learn and grow and do better.

But, once he started working with Charles, it was really just for himself. Sure, he posted the series on his social media's and the engagement was off the charts for him, but he was sometimes moving so fast - sometimes it felt like he never put his camera down.

It was GP to GP, but in between there were sponsor shoots and private plane rides and intimate moments that Pierre wanted to keep somewhere because someday Charles would have books and documentaries and monuments dedicated to him, and that is what Pierre was here for - to document his life and these moments.

And he liked to look through them and be out of the camera for a bit.

This year he leaves it until the last minute, sorting photos from his childhood bedroom in the middle of the night, queueing them up so he can post them tomorrow.

One of Charles in his driver's room, head tilted to the side, eyes closed. It's more...intimate than any of the photos that Pierre had released to Ferrari or given to Charles to post from that weekend, but it's Pierre's favorite. The calm for him before the insanity of the weekend that would follow.

One of a discarded racing glove draped over Charles' red cell phone, half a cup of espresso next to it and a scribbled note that reads leave it all on the track.

Charles standing on a rock in the desert, face tipped up to sun, arms outstretched, looking more content than Pierre had ever seen him.

A blurred shot of Charles on a bicycle as he rides around the track in Britain - wearing that red Ferrari shirt - always red, always in red.

Charles leaning against the balcony of a hotel room in Italy, sweater rumpled and half tucked in the back of his pants because he has just woken up from a nap.

Charles in swim trunks on the yacht, Charles holding up a new bracelet from a sponsor and grinning not at the camera, but at Pierre behind the camera.

Charles.

Charles.

It's all Charles.

Charles at his best - standing on a podium, holding a trophy.

Charles at his lowest - sitting alone in the back of the plane flying out of Miami, hand wrapped up with an ice pack on the back and the next photos of the bruise blooming there being slipped into another pair of racing gloves.

Charles reaching for the camera, Charles rolling his eyes, Charles. Charles. Charles.

Pierre is meant to be putting together 10 photos to wrap up his year - 10 of his best photos.

But, the only thing he can do is stare at the screen and understand that this goes beyond photographing Charles.

The last photo before his family photos start is of Charles, curled up on his side, asleep.

Pierre had taken it on the couch - the night he slept over at Charles' place in Monaco. The light from the television has bathed him in a blue light and Pierre had remembered thinking how...beautiful he looked and so he had pulled his camera out, taken the photo before he had shaken him awake to go to bed.

Pierre looks at the way he framed the shot - how Charles' hand is in the corner of the shot and...

He takes these photos of Charles - photos of him sleeping and eating and driving and training and Pierre may have fallen in love with photography when he was a boy, but it was also the best way he knew how to show his love and...he should have seen it sooner.

He wasn't just documenting Charles' life, he was also showing his love to him the best way he knew how.

[jamtoasties3316]

lewis continuing to film nico during his pregnancy to "document" the growth of his little future champion. he and his followers love seeing nico's tits get bigger and fuller and the way his pussy is now constantly wet and puffy, always desperate for lewis' knot. some of the drivers leave their omegas at home once they're pregnant but lewis brings nico with him to all the races, partly as a reminder of his new place and partly so he always has access to him. he dresses nico in pretty dresses in his colors and sits him in the mercedes garage to watch the races, the race director always showing him sat there looking so pretty and demure, one hand cupping his baby belly at all times.

even when nico goes into labor the fia wants it to be filmed. nico is in so much pain because the fia won't allow their omegas to take drugs and he's so embarrassed that all of this is on camera for people to watch. lewis is both encouraging, telling him how strong he is and how well he's doing, and cruel, pinching his nipples and clit to make him writhe in pleasure and pain, and reminding him of all the practice he made nico to to stretch his pussy for this moment

For sure Nico would become such a submissive and demure omega when pregnant. Waddling around in pretty summer dresses emphasising his bump and everyone know he is hiding the wettest, puffiest cunt under there before they see it on the love stream every night! Nico is on his knees a lot in the paddock to suck Lewis off and moans softly when Lewis fingers him under his dress so everyone can hear how wet he is. Lewis also films himself fisting that beautiful pink pussy and Nico takes it so well!

Nico's labor being filmed too, the Omega naked in a pretty nest with Lewis next to him, playing with his nipples and clit a little cruelly but he says its to distract Nico! Everyone sees Nico's poor pussy struggle to make way for the baby but he does! And Lewis reassures everyone a few weeks later that Nico is already begging to be fucked again+

[paalove]

7, 8, + 14 for and then you pour some out 🫶🏼

ask game

YAAAAAAYYY sorry i didn't answer sooner, i work weekends sdkmdmskm anyway im soooo glad u asked about this, my cute childhood story for our sweetest and best adjusted assassin brothers xoxo (content warning: violence against animals, pet death)

...

7. What inspired the idea for the plot?

mainly just fadel's reaction to bison hiding hanging out with a stray cat - obviously in canon it's just an extension of the whole "we can't settle and form links because that's against mother's rules, it would make everything we have to do harder", but i thought - fadel isn't the only person who can see "bison is hanging out with a cat" and think "bison is failing at being a disconnected assassin". and fadel probably has more than one reason for fearing lilly's wrath, you know?

from there it's like... well this is a fic about fadel, and the horrible fifty mile walls around his heart, and the way he's a loving brother forced into the role of enforcer, and a hopeful, soft-hearted guy who has to kill (and kill, and kill, and kill)... so here's a horrible thing to happen to teenage fadel.

(and fadel trying to do it as nicely as he possibly can. i love him.)

8. What inspired the title for this fic? Is that usually how you choose titles?

i thiiiiink i've used fall out boy lyrics for all my thk fics - not 100% certain, but i think i have. definitely it's been most of them, anyway, since the first one i posted after it started actually airing.

this lyric is from American Beauty/American Psycho - i almost always try to use lyrics from songs whose own titles are somehow relevant to either the fic or the canon, and this title makes me think of bison and fadel. in the song it goes "you take the full, full truth and then you pour some out" and this fic is about the ugly truth of their family - but, as neither of our main brothers can (at this age) face that, we can't actually see the word "truth" in the title.

i do always use song lyrics, and i usually put about this much thought into it, yeah, hahahaahah

14. My favorite line from this fic was [xyz]. What inspired it?

so idk what your fave line was... here's mine:

Nice aunties always make heat glow up the back of his neck, over his ears, especially when they call him things like sweetheart.

that's my little baby boy 🥰 (this scene almost exposes how fadel arrived - he's had his first growth spurt but he's still mid-teens and short for his age, so he put a big cushion on the drivers seat and took a very long time driving for the nearest shelter that had space)

[tinyreviews]

Writing Tips: Redemption

Redemption arcs are not just about turning villains into heroes. In fact, redemption arcs can apply to any character, including the protagonist. 

Change: To create a compelling redemption arc, consider what needs to change within the character:

Change in Worldview: They may begin by seeing the world as cruel and unforgiving, but as the arc progresses, they discover that there are people who care about them and are willing to forgive their past actions. This shift in worldview can be a powerful motivator for change.

Change in Self-Perception: They may, at the start, believe they are irredeemable or fundamentally flawed but gradually come to realize their capacity for good. This shift in self-perception is a crucial aspect of their character development.

Change in Wants: At the heart of a redemption arc lies a transformation in the character's stakes and desires. Take the Beast from "Beauty and the Beast," for example. Initially resigned to his cursed fate and desiring solitude, he gradually shifts his wants toward a deep desire for Belle's love. This change in what a character values can be a powerful driver of redemption.

Character Growth: To make a redemption arc authentic and engaging, confront the character with a series of decisions that challenge their perceptions, worldview, and wants.

Conflict: Characters should be continually confronted by conflicting ideals, both old and new. This internal conflict adds depth to their journey and shows the struggle they face in changing.

Failure: Characters should make mistakes along the way. These failures not only create tension but also make their eventual triumph more satisfying. It's through these failures that they learn and grow.

Success: Ultimately, the character should succeed in their decisions. Their evolution should be marked by moments of triumph where they act on their newfound desires and beliefs.

Common Redemption Threads: While redemption arcs can take many forms, some common threads can help guide the storytelling.

Confronting Reality: Characters should be confronted with the harsh reality of their past actions. For instance, Tony Stark in the Marvel Cinematic Universe realizes the violent consequences of his weapons, which drives his desire for redemption.

Radical Change in Circumstances: Sometimes, a radical change in circumstances can propel a character toward redemption. Stark's captivity and forced weapon-making in the cave is a stark example of this.

Positive Influences: Characters often benefit from the presence of positive influences in their lives. In Stark's case, meeting Yinsen, who encourages him not to waste his life, plays a pivotal role in his transformation.

Atonement: To be fully redeemed, a character needs to atone for their past transgressions, regardless of whether the other characters forgive them. Examples of atonement:

Severus Snape (Harry Potter series): Snape, initially morally ambiguous, is revealed to be motivated by his love for Lily Potter. His ultimate act of atonement is sacrificing himself to protect Harry, proving his loyalty and redeeming his past mistakes.

Jean Valjean (Les Misérables): Valjean, an ex-convict, dedicates his life to helping others, demonstrates compassion and selflessness, and actively seeks to atone for his past actions. His redemption journey culminates in saving Marius at the barricades.

Jamie Lannister (Game of Thrones): Initially morally conflicted, Jamie questions his actions and seeks redemption. He protects Brienne of Tarth and fights against the Night King, showcasing the power of atonement in his character transformation.

This is part of my Writing Tips series. Everyday I publish a writing tip to this blog.

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

A Man & His Car 🖤

Good Omens fanfiction

Crowley x The Bentley (yes, really)

Best if you listen to I’m In Love With My Car by Queen while reading!

Nsfw 🔞 MDNI: m@sturbation, dirty talk, descriptions of s€x, & a sassy 1926 Bentley.

Crowley lounged back against the upholstery. He loved the way his car purred when it was given the right attention. Using two, thin fingers, the demon lined the CD slot from left to right, slathering it in a cleaner he kept under the seat. The Bentley surged from his touch, flashing the front lights as darkness approached.

“You like it when I play with you, isn’t that right, love?”

Another roar and the steering wheel turned sharply to the left, cutting off a rather displeased driver. Steam gathered under the immortal wheels as the car sped into the distance, pushing through the heart of London to where the M-25 began its course. Crowley loved it when his Bentley pushed her limits on the speedometer, swerving from one lane to another with ninety years of demonic ease. The demon managed to see her reflection in one of the vehicles to his right- holy hell, what a looker. He admired her vintage curves which were made far shapelier by the black paint job.

The radio began to play, I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black.

Bentley’s design had been what drew him to her in the mid-1920s, but it was her attitude that made him stay. He tightened his grip on the wheel, clenching his jaw as she pushed ninety. A growth had begun to rise from behind the seam of Crowley’s trousers and his car took notice. The radio whizzed out of nowhere once more, searching the inserted CD for the perfect song. She finally found what she was searching for, eventually, and it was then that Crowley realized the Bentley still had a wicked sense of humor.

When I’m holding your wheel

All I hear is your gear.

The demon laughed as they passed a rather large bus traveling the highway. “You’re a naughty thing! Do you want me to have a wank while you drive?”

This time, the Bentley growled.

Crowley did have a feel for this automobile, especially when she was all fired up and ready for action. How could he have turned her down? Taking his time unbuckling his trousers, the demon finally pulled out his cock which had just started to turn a bright shade of red. The Bentley’s wheel suddenly steered on its own as Crowley laid along his front seat. He gave himself a few short strokes before tugging at himself more feverishly while the Bentley pushed a hundred. They went in their first circle when Crowley allowed his voice to carry through the car.

“I do fancy you, Bentley…” Crowley hiccupped through a rather loud moan. “You’re my car, I bought you from new, you will always get me where I need to go… such a beautiful thing you’ve turned out to be, love.”

He caressed her upholstery, taking in the detailed lines and that fresh car smell that had never went away. Like a bottle of perfume, it had become her signature scent and one of Crowley’s most familiar comforts.

“Now that we got the mushy shit out of the way, I want you drive like you mean it. I’ll take care of the rest.” Crowley whined when the engine revved. “Good girl.”

Suddenly, the M-25 became barren. Not a car could be seen besides the Bentley, which gave her plenty of room to drive. Crowley knew he had to watch when her wheels screamed against the pavement. He lifted himself up behind the wheel once again, staring as she made the streetlights connect in a flurry. His chest tightened with delight seeing her so excited; so free. Crowley sat back and allowed her to guide him as he pleasured himself. She rumbled from under his grip on the gear shift, playing her music higher and higher until it flooded the enclosed space.

Crowley’s cock wept, leaking from the head as the Bentley turned around the bend of the road. The pounding of her mechanic heart was unbearably sexual. Her tires shrieking as she hit a hundred and ten threw the demon’s head back in pure ecstasy.

“Yes, baby, keep going, drive until I come,” Crowley whined.

The car would not disappoint. It was nearing its second loop when Crowley’s movements became flustered. They neared the exit to Mayfield.

“Almost there, Bentley,” he assured while giving the gear shift a few accompanying strokes. The car was already losing itself to the demands of her driver, but didn’t wish to stop, not when he was this close. She turned rubber into dust as Crowley screamed at the top of his lungs, working his hand to the point of agony. “Yes, yes! Fuck yes, I love you, baby!”

The driver came in a full body wave of pleasure. His hips bucked into the wheel, bringing the vehicle to swerve slightly, left and right. There had been the exit and the Bentley rushed into the softly lit road ahead; one that hadn’t been doused in tire tracks. A snap from Crowley’s thin fingers brought the traffic back to the highway once they were far, far away from the bustle of Central London. Both the demon and his car were exhausted, but it was mainly his prized antique that needed the break.

“Stunning work,” Crowley patted the wheel, then took it into his hands. The car radio wobbled, which was the best way of putting it. “Sorry, baby, I know you’re still sensitive. Let me get us home.”

And they drove off into the night, satisfied with one another as a man and his car.

[georgegraphys]

I will not elaborate further nor accept any debates on this. This is my opinion and I do not wish to hear another contradictory opinion that will turn this to a debate but

George's 2024 season is not his best because his best is yet to come. But for me, his 2024 season is going to be a career-changing one because it is a statement to show that he managed to leave the things that need to be left behind and grow, both as a driver and as a person. The different approach he took for himself, both in and out of the track, as a person/driver, mentally/physically, shows so much in contrary of his 2023's season.

The context with this growth is not a quantitative one where we look at the numbers of wins or podiums or points or poles. But rather within himself. It's just like seeing a different George. A fresh, more matured George. He left the things that needed to be left behind, found the answers to his mistakes, and all that is left is honing his skills further.

These things are the reason why the 2024 season is so precious to me because seeing these small, often unseeable, growth is a very special moment of realization to me as a fan. When you look outside of the small dense world of "merit" and "numbers", these things are very beautiful to look at and will make you more appreciative of what George had achieved this year.

[colonelrajyavardhanrathore]

Rajasthan’s Journey to a 30 Lakh Crore Economy: A Vision for the Future

At the Rising Rajasthan Global Investment Summit 2024, Industry Minister Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore made a bold declaration about the state’s economic future. He highlighted the growth trajectory of Rajasthan’s economy, asserting that while the previous Congress government left behind a state economy worth ₹15 lakh crore, the current vision for the state will see it crossing the ₹30 lakh crore mark in just the next four years. This ambitious plan represents not only a doubling of the state’s economic size but also the transformation of Rajasthan into a major economic powerhouse in India.

This statement, made in the context of the Rising Rajasthan Summit, isn’t just a number. It reflects the aspirations of a state poised to redefine its place in India’s growth story. The summit, a significant platform for global investment, is seen as the starting point for this economic revolution. Let’s explore the key elements that are driving this vision for Rajasthan’s economic future.

From ₹15 Lakh Crore to ₹30 Lakh Crore: The Road Ahead

Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore, in his address at the summit, set the tone for Rajasthan’s ambitious growth plans. He stated that the previous Congress government left the state’s economy at ₹15 lakh crore, but the state is now targeting a bold and transformative leap to ₹30 lakh crore within the next four years. This growth is expected to come from a combination of factors, including a more business-friendly environment, focus on innovation, infrastructure development, and expanding the state’s industrial base.

The core of this vision is the recognition that Rajasthan is no longer just a state dependent on agriculture and mining. Over the past few years, it has rapidly diversified into other sectors, and the current government’s focus on boosting manufacturing, renewable energy, tourism, and technology is set to accelerate this growth.

Key Drivers of Rajasthan’s Economic Growth

1. Industrialization and Infrastructure Development

One of the primary drivers of Rajasthan’s economic growth is its increasing industrial output. The state has emerged as a major player in sectors like manufacturing, textiles, and electronics. With the government’s focus on improving infrastructure — especially transport, logistics, and industrial corridors — Rajasthan is becoming a hub for industries looking to tap into India’s growing demand for goods and services.

The development of the Delhi-Mumbai Industrial Corridor (DMIC) and other projects such as the Rajasthan Investment Promotion Scheme (RIPS) are opening up new opportunities for large-scale industrial growth. Rajasthan’s favorable policies and initiatives, including subsidies, tax breaks, and incentives for businesses, are attracting both domestic and foreign investments. These measures are expected to make the state a manufacturing powerhouse and increase its contribution to India’s overall GDP.

2. Renewable Energy Leadership

Rajasthan is already a leader in renewable energy, particularly in solar energy. The state boasts some of the best solar energy resources in India, making it a key player in the country’s transition to renewable energy. The government has set ambitious goals to expand solar energy capacity, with plans to increase renewable energy output significantly over the next few years.

By harnessing the power of the sun, Rajasthan aims to become a global leader in renewable energy, not just for domestic consumption but for export as well. This growth in renewable energy will not only generate power but also create jobs, drive investment, and make Rajasthan a key player in the global green energy revolution.

3. Tourism as a Growth Catalyst

Rajasthan is one of India’s most visited states, with its royal history, palaces, forts, and natural beauty attracting millions of tourists every year. The government has recognized the immense potential in expanding the tourism sector, especially eco-tourism, adventure tourism, and cultural tourism.

The Rising Rajasthan Summit also highlighted the opportunities in creating world-class infrastructure for tourists, developing new tourist circuits, and leveraging digital platforms for promoting tourism. By enhancing tourism infrastructure, Rajasthan can generate significant economic activity, create employment, and contribute to the overall growth of the state’s economy.

4. Skilled Workforce and Education

A critical component of Rajasthan’s economic future is its focus on skill development. The government is committed to improving education, providing job-specific training, and building a workforce that is capable of meeting the demands of a rapidly changing economy.

With an emphasis on sectors like information technology, engineering, healthcare, and tourism, the state is creating the necessary human capital to drive its ambitious growth targets. Skill development centers, vocational training institutes, and a focus on entrepreneurship are expected to empower the youth of Rajasthan to become contributors to the state’s economic growth.

The Role of the Rising Rajasthan Summit

The Rising Rajasthan Global Investment Summit 2024 was not just an event, but a significant milestone in the state’s journey towards achieving its economic goals. The summit served as a platform to showcase the state’s potential to global investors and business leaders, while also highlighting the government’s commitment to building an ecosystem that supports growth and innovation.

The summit emphasized the state’s readiness to embrace new technologies, foster innovation, and ensure that Rajasthan remains at the forefront of India’s industrial and economic transformation. From attracting foreign direct investment (FDI) to promoting local entrepreneurs, the summit is expected to catalyze the economic growth needed to reach the ₹30 lakh crore target.

Challenges and Opportunities

While Rajasthan’s growth prospects are incredibly promising, the journey to a ₹30 lakh crore economy will not be without its challenges. Issues such as improving infrastructure, ensuring sustainable growth, bridging the urban-rural divide, and promoting inclusive development need to be addressed. However, the government is aware of these challenges and is actively working towards overcoming them.

The vision of a ₹30 lakh crore economy by 2028 is ambitious, but with the right policies, leadership, and collaborations, it is achievable. The state’s vast resources, industrial potential, and commitment to innovation make it an exciting place to invest and do business.

Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore’s statement at the Rising Rajasthan Global Investment Summit 2024 marks the beginning of a bold new chapter for Rajasthan. With an economy poised to more than double in just four years, the state is entering a period of rapid transformation. The summit is a clear signal that Rajasthan is not only rising but is ready to become a key player in India’s economic future.

As the state continues to diversify its economy, attract global investments, and innovate across sectors, Rajasthan is setting itself on a trajectory of sustainable, inclusive, and dynamic growth. The next few years will define the state’s future, and if the ambitious vision laid out by the government is realized, Rajasthan will become one of the most powerful economic engines in India.

[coldresolve]

Moneymakers, pt.xxix // Returning

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The further out of the city they get, the more Conrad’s anxiety grows, like a pit in his stomach expanding for each block passed, threatening to press against his diaphragm to interfere with his breathing. By the time they reach the suburbs, he’s crying.

It's a form of torture in and of itself, to be so close to freedom, so close he could almost reach out and grasp it. To watch people mill about their daily lives with zero clue as to their proximity to his situation. But Davin gave him another ultimatum. Either he followed along willingly, sitting quietly in the back seat of Renee’s car, on his best behavior – or, at the first sign of trouble, they’d bind and gag him and transport him in the trunk again.

And it’s not that he doesn’t understand that he very well could cause a scene that would catch the attention of other drivers – even with Renee sitting beside him in the back seat, he might have a feeble shot at doing something. And maybe if he wasn’t still sick, he’d have the energy to try. Conrad is just sick and tired. Tired of suffocating. Tired of desperation, of terror, of the persistent threat of violence.

He complies.

Is he supposed to feel ashamed about that?

Beside him, Renee sits silently, gaze fixed out the window on his side. After their conversation, he’s been reserved around Conrad, not interacting with him more than strictly necessary, and then doing so dispassionately, short of words. Conrad doesn’t want to dig around in it. That’s something else he’s tired of – the constant fight to convince his captors to have a shed of humanity. Maybe it just can���t be taught, or shown, or learned. He’s tried of failing.

They’re on the highway for about half an hour, and Conrad, still fighting the urge to cry, tries to at least enjoy the scenery a bit. It feels like it’s been years since he saw a field, and even if it is barren and bleak this time of year.

He watches flocks of migrating birds pass above, headed south for the winter. Watches clusters of cows or sheep grazing on misty fields. As they drive though a wooded area, he spots a herd of wild deer hopping through the underbrush at least a hundred and fifty yards out.

Maybe it does give him some peace. The fact that life goes on. That it doesn’t stop, even for what he’s been through. That beauty can still manifest in small ways here and there.

He tries to bottle that peace down as something he can take with him going forward, as something worth fighting for. If not for Howard or his dad, if not for the people who took time out of their day to search for him, or whoever else might have been affected by all this – at least for the mere continuation of life, to be an observer to growth and death and rebirth. Isn’t that enough?  

They reach the summer home neighborhood around noon. Conrad almost forgot what Renee’s parents house looked like from the outside – he wasn’t exactly paying attention the last time he was out here. The chalked white façade stands out among the other houses, contrasted by black frames around the windows and doors. It looks recently built, or at least freshly renovated, with dozens and dozens of pots scattered throughout the property, flowers wilted and dead.

Davin pulls the keys out of the ignition, and is quick to get out of the car before Conrad has so much as clicked off his seatbelt. Conrad looks up at the second story window, boarded up on the off chance a curious passer-by should see what happens inside. His stomach churns, but then Davin opens his door and gestures for him to get out.

Conrad hesitates.

Beside him, Renee lets out a breath through his nose. “If you so much as twitch in the wrong direction, I’m gonna beat you so bad you won’t be able to lie down afterwards. Follow Davin.”

The way he says it, monotonous compared to his usually near-manic flair, makes Conrad wince. When he gets out of the car, Davin gives him an apologetic smile, but nonetheless gently takes him by the arm.

Conrad feels like a man headed for the gallows as he is lead to the front door, and although he wishes he could bear that feeling with his head still held high, he can’t help himself from shutting down, feels his gaze come out of focus and drift to the ground. With Renee at his back and Davin to his side, he patiently waits for the latter to unlock the door. His feet drag over the threshold, and Davin locks the door behind him.

And just like that, he’s back in the form of captivity that’s so well known to him by now, it has a strange familial tint to it.

This house, these walls.

💵

Time passes silently, right up until the moment it suddenly doesn’t anymore. It shifts the second they come for him again, like a record getting stuck on the needle; Conrad feels as though the vinyl shatters into a million fragments.

They always bring him back to square one. Always back to that scared, bewildered state. Always back to realizing whatever progress he thought he’d made was for nothing. He starts shaking, and the words get stuck in his throat, and the amalgamated memory of all the previous streams comes flooding back into his head.

Conrad is frozen on the bed as they both enter his room.

Renee’s expression lack that sadistic, giddy spark today – more than anything, he just looks like a man set on completing a job. They’ve cut his cast off for the occasion, but he still keeps his arm at a right angle by stuffing his hand in the pocket of the black jacket he usually wears on the streams. In his other gloved hand, he’s dangling a set of handcuffs, which he throws on the bed next to Conrad.

“Hands in front this time around,” he says.

Conrad blinks at the cuffs, a feeling of nausea in his throat. “You want me to…?”

“I do, smartass. Cuff yourself.”

For a while, Conrad just stares at the cuffs like they’re a foreign object, as if they’re incomprehensibly complex. Slowly, he reaches out and loops his finger around the cold metal, pulling the handcuffs closer.

Renee lets out a groan. “Get a fucking move on.”

Wincing, Conrad bites down his nausea as he clicks one cuff over the abrasions on his left wrist, and then over the ones on his right. He looks up, seeking the gaze of Davin, only to be met by that detached seriousness that usually surrounds him on streams. He shouldn’t expect more from the man, he knows, and yet he always does.

Renee grabs him by the arm with his good hand, hauling him to his feet. “C’mon,” he says. Conrad stumbles along, walking backwards for a while to look Renee in the eyes, a plea stuck in his throat, but before he can say it out loud, Renee just grabs him by the shoulder to spin him back around, pushing him ahead of himself.

“I’m still sick,” Conrad says hoarsely in the hallway.

“Good for you,” Renee mutters, and doesn’t let him slow down his pace.

“Please, just, just give me a break from this,” Conrad whispers, and there’s tears in his eyes now. “Just this one time…”

The hand on his arm hauling him up the stairs doesn’t seem to care how wobbly his knees feel. His cuffed hands cling feebly to the railing, feet dragging up each step.

“You don’t have to do this, you know you don’t have to—”

On the plateau at the end of the stairs, the hand on his arm shifts to grab him by the front of his shirt, pushing him back-first into the wall. Renee’s sneer is unmistakable. “Are you gonna shut up on your own, or do I have to make you?”

Conrad lets out a whine, not meeting his eyes.

“Look at me, you fucking coward,” Renee growls low. The hand in his shirt pushes him further into the wall, he can feel knuckles brush ominously against his Adam’s apple.

Conrad reluctantly does.

Renee’s gaze is pitch black, piercing, and full of disgust. “Are you going to shut up?” he says. “Hm?”

Conrad nods.

“Say it.”

“I’m… I’m going to, to shut up.”

Renee doesn’t smile, even though Conrad is pretty sure he normally would in a moment like this. Instead his sneer fades a bit, and he nods to himself. “About time you fucking did.”

And he pulls Conrad along into the second story room.

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[realmsalot]

Oh, How Forgetful Of You

Fic Summary

After Stanley Pines falls through the portal, saving his brother in the process, Stanford has to make the hard choice of leaving him behind, reconnecting with his ex-assistant, and dismantling the portal. But after attending the equally fake and pitiful funeral held for his twin, Ford gets consumed by guilt and starts to remake his decision. Only for it to be unknowingly taken from him.

There's a hole in his mind where his brother should be...

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Or my take on a Reverse Portal AU! Specifically about why it takes Ford thirty years to get Stan back. Enjoy!

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next chap

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Chapter 1 Morse

Chapter Summary

It's a beautiful day at the Gravity Falls Cementary and a too-small group of people gather around a meaningless grave...

Or Stanford attends Stanley's funeral.

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It's a cold March day in Gravity Falls. A chill breeze in the air and a fresh layer of snow on the ground glistens in the cool sun. And yet, the signs of the upcoming spring are as clear as the current sky. The snow is a mere inch on the ground, nowhere near its height earlier in the year. There are starts of new growth on the deciduous trees in the area, and there are songs from a few individual birds of migrating species that came back a tad early.

It's a beautiful day. 

Even at a funeral, he acknowledges that. He's pretty sure everyone else there does as well.

Stanford Pines stands in front of an empty grave, with a hollow coffin waiting to be put in by its side, and staring at the name of his twin brother etched on the headstone. 

He knows that the death date on the headstone is wrong. It says that his twin had died last week when the Stanley Mobile had careened off a cliff and was later found with no body inside. When he sent it off that cliff with a cut of the breaks, a quick hot-wiring of the car, and the heaviest chunk of firewood he had on the pedal. 

Stanley loved that car. 

Ford remembers the face - the smile that Stan had when he first bought it at sixteen. “With my own money too, Sixer!” Stan had exclaimed. He remembers Stanley shoving him into that car for the first time before they went for a drive, where they drove it way too fast with the windows down and shouting Kings of New Jersey at the top of their lungs to celebrate. He remembers watching Stanley leave in that car through closed curtains, yelling about how he doesn’t need anyone before disappearing for ten years.

Ford remembers the last time he got in that car, screwdriver in hand, looking around for a moment and seeing stolen motel bedding on the back seats and trash on the floor consisting of fast food wrappers, bags of convenience store snacks, and crumple piles of losing lottery tickets. He remembers looking through the glovebox in search of some form of identifying information for his plan only for a plethora of fake IDs to spill out. He remembers pulling down the driver’s visor so it would be less obvious that no one was driving the car and… just sitting there for a while. Numb.

Stanley lived in that car. 

And now, thanks to Ford, the only things left of that car are a burnt pile of metal in the dump, the license plate sitting on a table in his cabin, and an old photo he stole from the driver's visor. 

‘The plan wouldn’t have worked if I wasn’t the Stanley Mobile,’  Ford reminds himself. ‘There is simply no other car that would be believable for Stan to die in.’

The death date on the headstone is wrong, but Stanford doesn't know what the real date would be. By the time Stanley had come, Ford was so paranoid and sleep-deprived that he didn't know what day it was anymore. But he should know. Ford should know the date. Ford should know the date he sent his twin brother to his demise. And he hates that he doesn't. 

A hand touches his shoulder, and Ford is startled from his recently encrypted head. He looks over. It's Ma. And she's staring at the headstone, too. They stay silent for a while. 

When Ford saw her arrive, he was honestly surprised she came alone. He had assumed that she would somehow drag Filbrick or Shermie along, but no. She came alone.

The only other guest that came, aside from Fiddleford who came here for Ford not Stan, was an IRS agent. (Ford is pretty sure he heard the agent whisper to the coffin, "I know you're not dead," while glancing at Ford. ) 

‘Did Stan really have no one?’

"Did ya see him," Caryn asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Did ya see him before he died?"

"Yes," he answers truthfully. She already knows that he had asked Stanley to come up here. But she doesn’t know that there isn’t a body in the casket. She doesn’t know what happened to her son. She doesn’t know anything– all because Ford is a terrible son who couldn’t tell her the truth when she called asking if Stanley had come by yet.

"Did ya two talk?" And he knows what she's hoping for. He knows what she's hoping he'll say. 

Yes. We worked it out. We talked things through. We apologize to each other. He died knowing his twin loved him.

He doesn't have it in him to lie to her again.

"We talked," he starts scenes of that night flash in his mind. 

Stan's face filled with hope as Ford talked about their old childhood dream. The way it fell when Ford told him to sail away. 

"We argued..."

I'm giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your life and you won't even listen!

"We fought..."

Stanley’s scream as he kicks him back dowses the anger for a moment, and Fort starts to apologize. And then Stanley punches him in the face, and it all comes back.

"And then he..."

Stanley had pushed over the danger line. Now all Ford can see is the fear taking over his brother’s face as he floats up to the open maw of the portal. And Ford stupidly calls out for him to do something. To not let his creation- his mistake eat him. 

And Stanley does. 

He doesn't hesitate to jump and push Stanford away from the portal. Consequently pushing himself in. And all Ford could do was watch as his self-made monster ate Stanley. 

"...he left."

It is silent again for nothing but a moment before Caryn starts to sob. She pulls Stanford into a hug that he weakly returns and cries into the hand-me-down suit his father gave him. Ford's eyes don't leave the headstone again until long after the mostly empty coffin is buried. 

He had killed his brother. 

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A/N:

This was originally going to be a long one-shot but I decided to split it up into chapters after Tumblr posted an early version of this chapter early. Don't write your fics directly on Tumblr Moblie folks! Anyways uh, if you're reading this as soon as this chapter is released chapter 2 is done. You won't be seeing ch 2 until ch 3 is done as well though.

I hope you enjoy the chapter! It's gonna get worse before it gets even a crumb better. Comments/Reblogs are always appreciated even if I don't always reply to them. Love ya all <3<3<3