#honestly a DREAM podium for me today

[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part one ∿ part two ∿ part three ( coming soon )

✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic

✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.

✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse

✧.* warnings ─ none, this is just really chaotic lol

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this is my first time writing a social media au so pls give me feedback! also, this is not proofread! btw feel free to leave requests <33

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: You know what, y/n?

y/n: no

princess george: I have the feeling that i’m gonna get a podium today!

y/n: what made you think that💀 not to crush your dreams princess, but i heavily doubt that

princess george: Wow, you’re so supportive. Why should I not be able to get a podium??

y/n: keyword: shitty car

princess george: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that… But i don’t care, i will manifest it (that’s what you always do, isn’t it?)

y/n: yeah sure..

princess george: You don’t believe me? Fine! Let’s make a bet then.

y/n: it’s way too early for this shit

princess george: Blahblahblah🙄

y/n: 💀 george i’m busy

princess george: Busy writing sad love songs about Charles or what??

y/n: …

princess george: Exactly. Now let’s do this!

y/n: why are you so eager to make this bet

princess george: Oh I just want to rub in your face that I was right afterwards

y/n: lovely.. but fine, start talking ig

princess george: Finally!

princess george: I predict that i’m gonna finish P3. Your prediction?

y/n: p11❤️

princess george: And now realistically…

y/n: p6

princess george: Thanks.

y/n: and what are the drawbacks?

princess george: I don’t know, maybe the loser has to hand over their main social media accounts to the winner for 24 hours. The loser isn’t allowed to use their main accounts in that time, only their private ones.

y/n: absolutely not

princess george: Aww you’re a scaredy cat?

y/n: no i just don’t trust you with my social media accounts💀

princess george: Okay fair enough

princess george: But c’mon, it’s gonna be fun! Only for 24h

y/n: fine but the winner can’t post anything too bad

princess george: Sure, sure. So, deal?

y/n: deal! and good luck (i hope you dnf)

princess george: Lovely as always

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georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 P3!!!! We keep on moving🔥🔥

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user471 was a close call but congratulations!

user172 carlos deserved it more, you literally pushed him off

user93 he didn’t push carlos off but okay💀

user425 so happy for you!

user65 it should’ve been carlos

charles_leclerc congrats on p3 mate!!🔥

georgerussell63 Congratulations on P2! I nearly got you, watch your back next time😉

charles_leclerc let’s highlight the word “nearly”😉

user976 so happy to see you on the podium again🫶

yourusername still convinced you bewitched half of the grid to let you pass them

georgerussell63 Creative but no, I just had a great motivation😊😊

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: Well well well, look who lost our bet…

y/n: 😐

princess george: C’mon give me the password to all your main accounts so i can log in😁

y/n: what if i were suicidal.

princess george: Honestly sounds like a you problem.

y/n: fuck you.

princess george: Still waiting for the passwords😊

y/n: fine, but remember, only for 24 hours!

princess george: Yeah, yeah. Now give them to me.

y/n: … insta is “503_UedusEiotSrk03” & twitter is “eZiyjDbbvwKi_zu_14806”

princess george: Damn, those are some ugly passwords!

y/n: are you seriously judging my PASSWORDS rn💀💀

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scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari That’s ice cold🧊🥶 #F1 #P2 #Charles16

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user47 dayuumm🤭

user21 no one could ever get me into one of those things😭

yourusername That’s a sight I could get used to🥵🔥

landonorris don’t ever say or write that again.

urusername_alt🔒 @yourusername you really make me want to kms

yourusername @urusername_alt🔒 Aw, appreciate it❤️😉

landonorris y/n have you officially lost it?? why are you talking to yourself💀

user275 did we all see that or am i crazy💀

user164 yep we all saw that💀💀

yourusername

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yourusername "eyes that confess, while lips whisper 'just friends.'" my new single “just friends” is out now!!🤍 (yes, another single about my crush😘)

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user937 THIS IS SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING WTF

lewishamilton already on repeat🔥

user25 i cried my eyes out to this.

landonorris this is a BANGER

user12 how is this so cute yet so sad💀

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: HPW COULD YOU

y/n: I GO TO BED AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??

princess george: i have no idea what you’re talking about.

y/n: OH PLEASE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID

princess george: Uhmmm nope.

y/n: YOU POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS

y/n: AND NOT JUST ANY DRAFT

y/n: NO, YOU POSTED THE ONE ABT MY SINGLE💀

y/n: IM GETTING EMAILS FROM MY PR TEAM BC I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THAT ON TUESDAY

princess george: Oh, yeah, my finger slipped🫢🫢

y/n: your finger must’ve slipped multiple times then bc the caption is somehow a different one💀 not to forget the twitter thing

princess george: Oops?

princess george: Besides, I only added one sentence.

y/n: are you fucking serious

princess george: It was an accident.

y/n: ACCIDENT MY ASS YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! AND TOLD PEOPLE ITS ABOUT CHARLES WTF

princess george: To be fair that was predictable when we set the rules to this bet. And I didn’t directly say the single is about charles.

y/n: you did directly say that💀

y/n: istg i’m gonna beat you up the next time i see you

princess george: Should I be worried..?

y/n: definitely.

y/n: you give me so many seasons to kill you. this is literally the 19th one

princess george: Make it 20…

y/n: george. what do you mean.

princess george: I might’ve given you another season. On accident!!

princess george: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-IkZstViy/?img_index=1

y/n: oh no

f1wags

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f1wags Love is in the air, and our radar has picked up some juicy rumors! It seems like the friendship between the singer Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc is turning into something more than just a casual relationship. Get ready for the scoop as we take a closer look at the blossoming relationship between these two stars!

Y/N and Charles first crossed paths through their mutual friend George Russell, but it seems their connection has deepened over time. On late Sunday, Y/N dropped a bombshell by announcing her upcoming single to her social media followers, accompanied by a captivating caption. The last sentence read, "another single about my crush😘," which made fans curious and hopeful for more.

The plot thickened when Y/N responded to a tweet and saying that the song was indeed inspired by her "bae," none other than talented Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc. The revelation left followers shaking with excitement, and it's clear that the connection between the two goes deeper than mere friendship.

But that's not all! Observant watchers have noticed the undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Charles, catching glimpses of their interactions when they thought no one was watching. Ah, the power of love! Charles might have forgotten that the public has eyes everywhere, but we certainly haven't missed a beat.

The burning question on everyone's mind is: what's behind their friendship? Is it just a playful crush or something much more intense? Could Y/N L/N be a new f1 wag? Time will tell, but for now we can't help but root for this potential power couple.

So stay tuned, gossip lovers, because there's more to come from Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc. Whether it's a steamy romance or just a close friendship, we'll be here keeping our eyes peeled for any hint of what's going on behind the scenes. Love may be a game of mystery, but they've forgotten that we're experts at unraveling the truth. Keep your eyes open, folks!

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user79 y’all really don’t know how to mind your own business

user943 why are people making such a big deal out of this like they’re just friends and y/n was probably just drunk or smth when she said those things🙄🙄 ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS!!

user27 you guys really don’t have a life huh💀

user375 who tf is this blondie

user50 girl stfu that’s literally my wife

user697 AAAA i really hope this is real bc they’re so cute💖

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: 💀💀💀

princess george: I’m starting to feel bad now..

y/n: good, you should💀

y/n: i’m gonna apologize to charles now

princess george: Why, It’s not your fault.

y/n: you’re right, it’s yours. but you said all those things with my account so it looks like it’s my fault lol

princess george: I’m really sorry, I took it a little far!

y/n: a little is good💀 but dw it’s okay, i know you only meant it jokingly, i’ll tell everyone it was you and not me once the 24 hours are over

princess george: 👍 Good luck talking to Charles. And don’t forget to confess to him before I do it for you😉😉

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[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (10) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n the calm before the storm?

masterlist | last part | part 10 | next part

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mclaren Looks like a race day to me 🤔 tagged: oscarpiastri and landonorris

pi4str1 good luck papaya fam 🧡🧡🧡

michelle.ar manifesting double podiums again

jimpxcs Let's go boys 🔥

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 2h WELCOME BACK LINA F1 LIVE TWEETS ↳ piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 1h she's so real for these reactions honestly 😭

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lilymhe just posted to their story

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��️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 45m stfu i'd know that silhouette anywhere. lily muni he at shenzhen n3??? ↳ abby <3 @devilvows · 39m not just lily! alex, logan and oscar were also spotted in the venue!!

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 21m omg oscalina crumbs 🥹 ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 21m this is so sad, they've already hard launched, why do i still feel like i'm in a drought

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lilymhe Been hanging out with some rockstars lately 🤟 tagged: alex_albon, cameliazzz, selinabui and oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri Today I learnt: I still suck at golf ↳ selinabui @ oscarpiastri dw babe, at least we suck together ❤️‍🩹 ↳ oscarpiastri @ selinabui 🥹

selinabui gonna stick to singing my silly songs that was such a humbling experience ↳ oscarpiastri @ selinabui You did better than Alex

pastry81 the mother convention ft some kens

alex_albon I personally don't recommend karaoke with a musician

linasgirl4 THANK U LILY MUNI HE FOR CONTRIBUTING TO THE OSCALINA PHOTOS WE APPRECIATE U GREATLY liked by creator

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oscarpiastri Some moments off-track

dan_pjd puppy !!!🥺 so we have roscoe hamilton, leo leclerc and this is...? ↳ marie_h.sb @dan_pjd apollo! lina adopted him a year ago

landonorris I thought that was lily but no, she's really serious about that golfing thing, ain't she?

celia.sucxr why does he keep posting her ↳ pastry81 @ celia.sucxr because that's his girlfriend???

TWITTER

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 4h too many people bitching and moaning about oscar posting about lina but u don't understand, if u were dating selina bui, u would also never stfu about her ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 4h she's still mid lmao ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 3h until u have acclaimed music critics blaming ur success on pretty privilege, shut up :) ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 3h oomfie you ATE that and also unlocked a core memory

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emptybottles_official A beautiful Shenzhen homecoming for Lina and Jonny 💖 Thank you guys so much for three amazing nights of fun (and screaming with us) 🔜 Bangkok

lilymhe had an absolute blast! ↳ emptybottles_official @ lilymhe join us again soon?

zhouguanyu24 Did she sing THE song? ↳ selinabui @ zhouguanyu24 keeping dreaming man

piastri_lina shenzhen, how does it feel to WIN 😭

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emme @flowersforcami · 1h and what do melb n1, tokyo n2 (replacement) and shenzhen n3 have in common? ↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 49m oscar piastri shows you will always be famous ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 28m no bc someone needs to get the stats on her energy when oscar is in the crowd like girlie is BEAMING

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[sanguineslytherin]

Where You Left Me || Ch. 1 - Year Five

Hi all! I'm fairly new to writing in this format, and I've honestly had this on the backburner for so long due to life things- but! We shall prevail. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Sebastian Sallow was a determined and talented wizard, a statement those closest to him knew as fact. After O.W.L.s and a tumultuous fifth year, he now has to navigate his last years at Hogwarts and his fast approaching future- a future he now has a second chance at thanks to his very best friends- Ominis Gaunt and Eléonore Calthorpe. Although when he thinks he’s achieved everything that he’s ever hoped for, will those he left behind to chase his dreams still be there for him right where he left them?

Word Count: ~3.6k (more or less)

Ch. Rating: G, though warning y'all now that going forward in the story will have potential NSFW and E bits. Chapter ratings will be listed.

CW: Mentions of death, grief

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Eléonore Calthorpe was wholly unprepared for what lay ahead of her first year as a student at Hogwarts. 

From the time she was very small, her father would take her in his lap before bed most nights and recount tales from his own days at Hogwarts as she listened so intently with stars in her eyes. Her mother, an alumnus of Beauxbatons, would lean against the doorway and shake her head at all of the mischievous ideas her husband filled their daughter’s head with. 

Anticipation would bubble within her for the day that she too would finally get to attend Hogwarts just like her father. When no magical abilities had manifested by the time her 11th birthday approached, she was shrewdly labeled a squib. An only child, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was bringing shame to her parents for not possessing the same magical abilities. She couldn’t help but feel as though something was deeply wrong with her- that she was different. 

Age 15 rolled around by the time her magic had finally shown itself. One day, the glass window panes in the parlor shattered after a heated argument with her governess, nearly frightening her mother at the sound from down the hall. Her father’s cheeky grin swelled with pride, knowing his only daughter was magical like himself- despite being a late bloomer. 

An acceptance letter from Hogwarts arrived through owl post the very next day. 

September, 1890

Standing timidly at the large doors to the Great Hall, Eléonore fiddled with her robes as she stared up at the massive wooden doors. Shooting a glance towards Professor Eleazar Fig, she let her anxieties slip. Professor Fig placed a gentle hand on her shoulder as he shot her a warm smile. 

Fig had become a mentor to her this summer, prepping her with many of the basics she would need to get by in her classes for her first year as a student. Today, though, the both of them had quite the harrowing adventure that still left many questions unanswered. “I’ll be in touch,” the silver haired man whispered as he shuffled off down the hallway. 

Head high and shoulders back, she stepped proudly into the dining hall full of students. She felt their eyes on her, curious stares as she approached the podium. Whispers peppered throughout the room as she sat on the rickety old stool. The dilapidated old hat that was placed on her head mumbled to itself for no more than a minute before it bellowed an answer: “SLYTHERIN!” With the announcement, cheers and applause from the long table clad with emerald robes erupted. 

She wasted not a second before scurrying to join her new housemates, finding an empty space and digging into the feast that lay before them. 

Much too tired from the activities from the day, she was the first one to leave the feast, being led by the deputy headmistress to the Slytherin common room- her new home for the remainder of her time at Hogwarts. 

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When she met him, it was off to the races. She hadn’t paid much mind to him that morning as she attempted to meet some of her classmates, but that first defense against the dark arts class sealed their fate. “Sebastian, Sebastian Sallow” she recalled to herself from their early morning encounter at the fireplace in the common room. She made a mental note of his name as her eyes raked over the boy. His chocolate eyes and messy brown hair that swept every which way emitted a feeling of warmth she had never known.  “Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome,” he taunted after the two had been volunteered as dueling partners for the class.

She shocked everyone after besting him in a simple duel that had knocked him out of the running within minutes. Dusting himself off, he approached the small girl, surveying her with those deep eyes from moments before. She was quite pretty, with her brown eyes that had hints of gold flecks, and her warm blonde hair. Aside from being a first year fifth year, it was no wonder she was the talk of the school. 

He nodded at her then, clicking his tongue with a cheeky smile. “You give as good as you get….” was all he could muster up to say, as he sized her up- brushing past her.

He knew there was something special about her after that. He knew then that he had met his match. Too few had managed to defeat him in the way she had just done, and his long standing record as the school’s best duelist was now over. He stood on the wall, hoping to speak with her after class. When she perched herself beside him and got a chance to chat, it became apparent that she was someone he wanted to keep in his company. 

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Sebastian settled into the boys’ dormitory later that evening. “Ominis? What do you know of that new fifth year?” He asked curiously, rubbing his forehead as he thought of her once more. They had spent a majority of the day together- a brief trip to Hogsmeade followed by a round of butterbeers. He hadn’t gotten much information out of her other than her name, as she had been rather tight-lipped, promising to tell him everything later. 

He figured Ominis would have heard something, with those sharp ears of his. Many students seemed to forget that just because he was blind did not mean that he couldn’t hear their gossiping throughout the halls.

“You mean Eléonore?” Ominis answered, mulling over what he knew. “Her father is a Baron, Lord Calthrope. From what I know, he is a rather powerful wizard amongst certain social circles. I don’t know much about her mother other than she is French…. I remember hearing about her at gatherings as children, our families had known each other- ‘the Calthorpe squib’ was what she was referred to as, but I never interacted with her much myself.” Sebastian couldn’t help but feel sorry for her then, and how lonely she must have felt in those years when everyone else set off for Hogwarts. Despite initially being labeled a squib, she was easily one of the most powerful witches he had ever seen. Wielding magic in ways he had never seen or thought possible. 

He settled into bed, thinking of her as he drifted towards slumber. His “kindred spirit” is what he had called her earlier that day. And just what an understatement that was. 

December, 1890

Fast friends hardly encompassed the connection Sebastian and Eléonore shared. In just a few months time , the two had become inseparable. ‘Thick as thieves’ is what their classmates said of them. They quickly learned everything about each other and were practically joined at the hip, answering each other’s beck and call. 

 Sebastian had even shared many of the Hogwarts secrets there were to learn, including a hidden spot within the school that he, Ominis, and his sister had branded as their own secret hide out- “The Undercroft'' they had called it. Ominis wasn’t too pleased at first, although he did come around and even welcomed her into their little circle. Rumors had started to spread amongst the fifth years of just how much time the two were spending together, though Ominis was quick to snuff out the flames when he did catch fellow classmates' whispers on the subject.

Ominis often joked about how he felt excluded from their hijinx, but he really didn’t mind. He too had found Eléonore a perfect addition to their little group. Someone else to help him keep Sebastian in line, as well as provide the support he so very much needed. 

It was rare that one wouldn’t find them sat on the second floor of the library, poring over school texts. Amongst the three of them, hours were spent tucked in that library. Flipping through pages until their fingers nearly bled. Between exams and Sebastian’s quest at finding a cure for his twin sister, Anne, their days were hardly spent doing anything else. 

Eléonore had heard the story many times of how Anne was cursed. It broke her heart to hear how a girl of her age had been tortured so badly at the hands of a dark wizard. She herself had narrowly escaped the flares of such villains. She had met the girl once, and seeing her body twist and thrash in pain the way that it did was enough to bring tears to her eyes from remembering it. She had private conversations with Ominis on Anne’s condition, each time the both of them concluding that nothing could really be done for the poor girl despite her brother’s eager efforts. 

Ominis closed his book, attempting to signal it was time for a break. He looked up from the table, head shifting between his two friends. Although Ominis was blind since birth, Eléonore swore he could see her sometimes as his pupils would fall directly upon her. “The holidays are approaching, do you have any plans, Elle?” A nickname both Sebastian and Ominis had dubbed her with.

She took a deep breath, following suit as she too closed the textbook she was reading. “I’m rather looking forward to heading home, spending Christmas with my parents. My papa says Maman has been anxiously preparing for my arrival, seeing as this is the longest I have ever been away from home.” She smiled thinking of her mother, who she hadn’t really seen or heard from since she arrived at Hogwarts. She always was overprotective of her. “And how about you, Om?” 

Ominis took a deep breath, running a hand through his slicked back hair. “I too will be heading home, to Gaunt manor. Although I’m far less enthusiastic about enduring my parents' company.” He let loose a laugh, the corner of his mouth forming a coy smile. 

Elle felt sorry that Ominis’ parents were who they were sometimes. In the short time she had known him, she had learned how awful and cruel his parents were to him as a child. For someone as kind and caring as he, it felt unjust.  

Sebastian said nothing- his two friends not entirely sure that he was even listening. Eléonore placed a hand softly on his arm, withdrawing him from his trance with a startle. He blinked as his eyes locked with hers, the dark circles evidence of the lack of sleep the boy had been achieving lately. 

“I’ll be heading to bed- will you be joining me, Sebastian?” Ominis asked pointedly, standing from the table hoping to drag the boy away from the pages sprawled before him. 

“Yeah, you go right ahead, let me just wrap up this passage. I swear,”  he swished his wrist in an attempt to send Ominis off. Ominis shot her a look practically pleading to help him pull him away from the books. “Don’t be up too late, or I’ll send the prefects after you,” he teased. With that, Ominis was gone. 

Sebastian sat still as stone as Eléonore kept her hand placed on his wrist. Silence filled the air for a few beats. 

He punctured the silence first. “She’s not getting any better. Anne.” Silence permeated the air again. “She seems to be getting worse with every visit home….” his voice cracked as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. She felt her lip quiver in sadness at the broken boy’s revelation. Her hand slid into his palm as her fingers gently laced his, her thumb brushing the back of his palm. Her honey blonde hair draped over her face as she rested her head on his stocky shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, Sebastian,” she muttered calmly. “You have to be taking care of yourself, too, if you have any hope of finding a cure.” she turned to face him. “Ominis tells me you’ve been coming to bed later and later, if at all….” she squeezed his hand again, concerned for the freckled boy beside her. Sebastian said nothing, as he knew she was right. He wouldn’t be of any use to anyone if he didn’t prioritize his needs. 

He made eye contact with her once again, almost as if searching for answers within her own deep brown eyes. He choked on a sob as he finally closed his book. “I’m going to save her. I will save Anne,” was the only thing he could let out as tears flowed silently. He leaned into her touch, the smell of her vanilla perfume calming him- if even just a little. 

She stayed beside her friend, his hand still delicately laced with hers. “I know, Seb. I know.” 

  March, 1891

She had come as soon as she could, Ominis’ frantic letter shooting dread through her at learning of Sebastian’s latest antics. Elle had become so busy with the keepers’ trials and her bonus lessons that she had failed to keep tabs on Sebastian’s latest progress in his hunt for a cure. 

It hadn’t helped that Sebastian had practically screamed at her, calling her ignorant, for trusting a goblin- a goblin that was the very key to her putting a stop to Ranrok’s plans. The word had stung, just like the hot tears that seared her skin as she fled from that fight. Days later, Sebastian had apologized profusely- but by then Elle was deep in the undertaking of defeating Ranrok and his loyalists and had little time for much else.   

She had thought that they had agreed to put these dangerous stunts to rest after the Scriptorium, which had nearly killed them all. “We could have died, we must promise to never do this again!” She shuddered remembering Ominis’ tearful pleas, at which Sebastian had initially agreed.

Battling their way through traps and inferi, they had made it just in time to find Sebastian going head to head with his uncle Solomon, who understandably was furious. Solomon circled him, taking one quick glance away, and before Eléonore knew it, green ribbons sparked from Sebastian’s wand as he uttered the killing curse. In seconds- Solomon was gone, his limp body laying amongst the rubble of the catacombs. 

Stunned by his own actions, Sebastian dropped his wand- sinking to his knees as Anne rushed in, screams of grief echoing through the chamber as she approached his body. What happened next was all a blur, Sebastian bolting from the catacombs as if running from himself. 

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Elle set off searching for Sebastian, checking the one place she was certain he would be. The heavy gate to the undercroft opening, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of him. 

His sobs gave him away as they echoed sharply against the stone walls, broken only from the heaving of his lungs as he gasped so desperately to fill them with air. She followed the source of the sound, finding him hidden behind the wooden crates. His knees were curled tightly to his chest as his fingers gripped tightly at his tousled curls. 

She kneeled beside him, warranting his eyes to skim over her as he attempted to compose himself. “ ‘M sorry Els, I-I’m so sorry….” he croaked, his sobs only growing louder. Her heart slowly crumpled into pieces at the sight of him as she lunged forward, taking his rigid body into a tight embrace. His fingers gripped at her shoulder blades as his body softened, sobbing into her shoulder. 

The gates to the undercroft swung open again, startling the two of them as Ominis approached. Eléonore pulled away from Sebastian, turning to the pale blonde boy to speak. She dabbed at her cheek, unsure of just when she had started letting tears of her own. 

“Did you speak with Anne?” She asked, sniffling as she wiped at the streaks. A pang of anxiety soared through her as she realized what was at stake. Ominis and Elle had debated whether or not it best to turn Sebastian in, ultimately deciding that a fate of life in Azkaban far greater than any punishment he deserved. The guilt and knowledge of what he had done was punishment enough. 

“She agreed. She couldn’t bear the idea of sending her own brother to Azkaban. Although she is still extremely upset, and needs her time, Sebastian.” Relief washed over the room then, the heavy load lightening ever so slightly. 

Sebastian looked between his two friends, nodding at the confirmation of this second chance he was given. “I let everyone down- I’m so, so, sorry.” He looked to the floor, brushing fingers through his mangled hair.

Ominis took a spot on the floor now, the three of them seated beside each other. “You have to promise now, Sebastian. No more of this. No more dark magic, no more of these escapades. We start fresh, now,” he spoke, staring intently toward his direction. 

“I promise, I promise. I’m done,” Sebastian squeaked out as another round of sobs rang through him. He felt wholly undeserving of this heavy burden that they had agreed to bear for him. The trio held onto each other, not saying a word as they agreed to leave the past behind them- this new wave before them seemed promising. 

June, 1891

The school year raced to a close, wrapping up their fifth year at Hogwarts. It had gone by so fleetingly, Elle was saddened at the realization of just how little time she would ultimately receive here compared to her classmates. 

The train’s whistle sounded in Hogsmeade station as the final students clambered onto the cars. Seated in a compartment of their very own, Elle and Sebastian were seated across from Ominis as the train finally took off from the station. She peeked out the window, watching until the castle in the distance blended into the horizon. 

Turning to face the two boys, she laced Sebastian’s hand within hers as she so often did. The two had been through a lot this school year, particularly Eléonore as she had saved the whole school, better yet the wizarding world from the likes of Ranrok and Rookwood from harnessing the power within the repository and doing Merlin knows what with it. 

With her heroic acts, she had even won the title “Hero of Hogwarts” and had managed to snag the house cup for Slytherin that year. However- the price that came with her heroism came so much death, destruction, and ultimately the loss of her mentor Professor Fig. She thought of him often in these last few months as she lay in bed at night, grief filled memories haunting her as she had watched him die in her arms. 

She rested her head on Seb’s shoulder, causing him to melt into her touch as he so often did. He closed his eyes as her familiar perfume filled his senses. 

He didn’t deserve either of them, particularly Eléonore. No matter what he had done, she always stood by him and defended him. In any normal circumstance, he should have lost both of them. He should be rotting away in a cell in Azkaban. 

That morning had been difficult for him as he sat in the empty Slytherin dorm, his trunk packed and neatly stacked by the door. He took one good sweep at the room, knowing just how blessed he was to be able to say he was getting to come back that autumn.

“Summer without the two of you is going to be unbearably boring, promise to write? Both of you?” Eléonore nodded between the two boys. Two more months and then they would once again be reunited. They had become a little family this year, and surely that would not change any time soon. 

“You can count on it, Elle- Merlin knows I’ll have nothing better to do.” Ominis winked at her, which warranted a small swat on his knee.

“Seb?” She asked, poking at the freckled boy beside her. He offered a sly smile as his head turned to her. “Did you expect anything less? Of course, Els.” She nodded confidently, satisfied with their answers. These two were the first real friends she had ever had, growing up an only child with only the companionship of her governess. 

“What are your plans for the summer, Sebastian?” Ominis asked. It hadn’t been confirmed just what Sebastian would do, since he didn’t have a family to go home to. Anne had left Feldcroft, not disclosing to anyone where she had gone off to since Solomon’s death. He couldn’t- wouldn’t- go home to the cottage in Feldcroft, not that he even wanted to. 

“Sirona offered me a space with her for the summer, if I wanted it. I figured I would also pick up shifts at Tomes & Scrolls, just to make a few galleons on the side. Maybe also help out where I can at the inn. For now, though, I’ll be doing my best to make amends with Anne,” he explained. 

Elle’s heart broke a little at this revelation, knowing how much it likely hurt him that Anne still wouldn’t return his letters. He had been devastated by the lack of contact with her in the recent months. She was, however, grateful that he was going to be well cared for under Sirona, and she would make a point to thank her graciously on her next excursion into Hogsmeade. 

The three of them settled into excited chatter, knowing it would be a few hours before they had to say their goodbyes for a solid two months. Sebastian glanced at her as she spoke excitedly of home and what she had planned for the summer. He felt the smile tugging at his lips as he took her in, studying her expressions. He thanked his lucky stars now that he was seated beside her, looking forward to two more years of adventures at Hogwarts, and hopefully many more beyond- if he was ever so lucky. But that would be someday, far off in the future. 

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[da3drat]

I was looking for something else entirely and found this old snippet from the university au and honestly I liked it so much I had to post it lol. Meri teaches a third era history of Morrowind class (this is not why she was hired, they just make her teach it because she's oddly knowledgeable about the subject).

A hand shot up in Meri's peripheral vision and she grimaced. She knew exactly what was coming, it always did eventually.

"Sadri." She called on the student.

"But what happened to her after that?"

"To whom?"

"The Nerevarine. The primary source said she married Almalexia, is that true?"

"Most historical accounts seem to agree on that, yes."

"But how? Why? I mean she worked with the Ashlanders and the Dissident Priests. She read the alternate histories. Didn't she doubt her safety?"

Meri sighed. These questions had been so much easier to dismiss fifty years ago when she was still teaching exclusively Temple doctrine. In the years since several heretical documents had leaked with the Ashlander's account and been added to the historical conversation around the Tribunal.

"You would have to ask her that. There's no knowing for sure. However we do have some journal entries from her, and they don't seem to imply any kind of fear." She hoped that would end the conversation, but her hopes never seemed to turn out.

"They're SAPPY, too." Another student chimed in.

She should have burned that damn journal.

"Oh my gods, this passage killed me." One student snorted and flipped through his handouts. He placed a hand over his heart and vastly overacted as he read aloud. "Sometimes I get lost in her curls. Like the fires of red mountain they consume me and I can think of nothing else. The heat, the smoke, the sensations are all the same to me now. When I dream of her I feel lava. When I dream of the mountain I see her eyes."

"Is there a question there, Mero?" Her eyebrow quirked with irritation.

"No." Mero laughed. "I agree, she didn't sound scared to me."

"Well, yeah, she was brave." A tiny bosmer girl said.

"Fearless." Meri corrected. "Not quite so admirable as brave."

"Aren't they the same?"

"Bravery is acting in spite of fear." Meri walked slowly between the podium and her blackboard as she spoke. "If you're not feeling any fear, there's no bravery in your action." She pointed at Mero with her chalk. "Take Mero here, he doesn't fear being made a fool and acts without considering the possibility." A chuckle rung through the lecture hall. "If he, say, was anxious about the way he were perceived maybe it could be considered brave to constantly interrupt my lectures. Or me; I'm not afraid of spiders, is it brave to carry them out of my office in my hands? Or does it seem that way to you because you fear spiders? The spider could bite me, it could be poisonous, but I carry it all the same. It's not brave to take unnecessary risk, but it does imply a lack of concern for the consequences. Fearlessness."

"So... she married Almalexia because she didn't fear the consequences?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps it was political, or convenient, or any number of other things. But look through those journal entries again after class today. Try to find one example of fear, or any time she seems concerned about the consequences of action or inaction. I expect to hear your findings tomorrow when we finish discussing her trek beyond the Ghostfence."

[ferraripoolfc]

Some thoughts on the Japan GP:

I haven’t posted in awhile but I have watched both Australia GP and this one! And I have a few things to say I fear.

Starting off with Ferrari.

Here we are once again leaving with a podium which is a beautiful result going based off how we performed last season! ( it wasn’t the best sadly). Last race we got a double podium and now we have a P3 with Carlos and P4 with Charles coming very close. Me personally I’m very proud when both drivers do amazing and are right next to each other with podiums and places. It shows that they both did amazing to follow each other. NOW one thing I don’t like is how fans react when one driver gets a podium and the other doesn’t. And when the driver is Carlos to get the podium it’s now “Oh Charles deserved that podium” or “Ferrari doesn’t care for Charles all they do is put him down” and honestly I think those are crazy things to say because those things are never said when Charles gets the podium. I think we should all appreciate both drivers for even bagging us points that we NEED! It’s kinda weird to see 16 and 55 fans kinda beef when it’s the end of the race. They both are amazing drivers and 16 fans shouldn’t worry because Charles is still gonna have the seat at the end of the season regardless.

Mercedes (Lewis Hamilton)

I don’t even know where to start. I’m gonna try and keep this short! It’s been hard watching Lewis race this season so far and I know it’s not him. It’s the car. I was hoping for a better race result because of the record he woulda broke if winning (a girl can dream). But man these results been making me feel down because this isn’t the way Lewis starts. He only has 10 points which is so unfamiliar. I wanted him to have a good goodbye before coming to Ferrari. And speaking of that Idk if you all saw about that Question that journalist asked Lewis which caused him to walk out during a post race interview today. Knowing Lewis I know he can overcome this challenge but I hope it doesn’t drag him down.

Daniel Riccardo and Yuki:

CONGRATULATIONS TO YUKI! Getting points during home race I love that for him so much! He’s been performing amazing and hopefully he gets that Red Bull seat! (You never know). No Mr. Riccardo….very sad to see what’s happening but we all knew it was gonna come but his seat is gone. I didn’t want it to end like this but it’s too clear. I will never forget the things he’s achieved while being F1 but no matter how hard he tried the stars are not aligning for him.

Williams:

Gonna keep it short! But proud of Logan for his time in the race. He sadly didn’t bag points but it’s the fact he stuck through for Williams while Albon DNF. I hope to see him keep approving I’ve been seeing g too much hate on him recently because of how he performed in practices. But Logan isn’t a terrible driver and I have nothing but faith.

ALRIGHT!! Just a small rant session didn’t wanna yap too much! Might come back with more but idk! Peace and blessings hope everyone has a great day <3

[house-of-galathynius]

Overdrive

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Word Count: 650

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Welcome to my newest fic, Overdrive! I hope you’re ready for some friends to enemies to lovers mixed in with some F1 and a little bit of angst! 

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Aelin

“… In other sporting news; Rowan Whitethorn has secured the Formula One drivers championship this weekend. He went on to win the penultimate race, securing this win over rival Chaol Westfall. The new world champion was all smiles as he took the podium alongside his teammate Aedion Ashryver.”

The screen cut to a grinning Rowan. His eyes were bright as the reporter held a microphone to him and congratulated him before asking if he had any comments on his first championship win.

“Honestly, I couldn’t have done this without the fantastic support of my team and engineers and all the people back at the factory. This has been a dream of mine since I was five years old and I have so many people to thank for getting me here.”

“Any plans for big celebrations?”

Rowan laughed. “I’m sure we have something planned. First I need to get through the final race of the season.”

The reporter laughed too. “And will your wife be joining you in the celebrations?”

Rowan’s eyes dimmed slightly, but he still held onto that smile. “We’ll see. She’s a very busy woman.”

The reporter cut off and the screen went back to the anchor before moving on to the next bit of news.

Aelin sat there gripping the mug until her knuckles were white. Her mother quickly turned the TV off and came to Aelin and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“We should be happy for him.” Evalin said gently.

But Aelin couldn’t find it in herself to be happy for him. Not when her heart ached at the sight of him. At the smile on his face or the green eyes that she had once known so well. She couldn’t summon any generosity to feel proud of him… not when he had left her behind and moved on so swiftly.

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Rowan

The house had been empty when he’d returned. He’d been expecting it of course. But it still hurt him to come inside and feel the absence of Lyria and all of her things. There were no bright flowers on the console table by the door, nor any of her colourful jackets hung on the hooks. Her books that filled the shelves were packed away and all that was left were the bare bones of the house, and the little possessions Rowan had.

There was a note on the counter and he almost couldn’t find the courage to read it. He knew what it would say, anyway.

But still, he picked it up and opened it.

Rowan,

The removal company will be at the house on Tuesday to collect my things— it’s all in the spare room in boxes, you won’t need to do anything. I’ve left my keys on your desk and the papers you need to sign. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just sign them and it can be over.

I hope you don’t need to, but if you need to talk to me then please do it via the lawyers. I’m sorry it had to end this way, but I couldn’t do it any longer.

Congrats on your win, I hope it was worth it.

Lyria

Rowan crumpled the paper in his hands and tossed it as hard as he could across the kitchen. The paper barely made it halfway before falling pathetically to the floor.

He had done this all for her. And she had left him. She fucking walked away. Rowan was glad he had told his manager not to come by today because he could barely contain his rage and devastation. Rowan could barely think as he marched down to his home gym and ran until he could barely feel his legs and his lungs were burning.

There was nothing left inside him when he crawled into bed, and for the first time since he was nineteen years old, he cried.

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[lestappenforever]

Am I still shaking? Yes. Is this my dream podium? Also yes. But here’s my post race analysis since it’s Half time in the Premier League and I’m still nervous (this time for Arsenal)

Aston Martin is in a mixed state. At one hand, Alonso’s crash cost him, and the team the race, but on the other, Lance did do everything he could to finish in the points. And it was such a solid performance from both, but due to Nando’s pit start, he wasn’t able to get them points

Mercedes are starting to look better. Is it a major jump? No, but they were both able to overtake, and slowly getting there

Haas are a midfield team we have to consider no matter what. Nico with an EPIC drive, just shirt if points and Kevin making up places, to end right behind Nico. They needed that change and it’s impacting them positively.

VCARB, also a team that needs to be on the radars. They are good, pit stops are so good consistently, with the stops not exceeding 3 seconds like their competitors. Multiple solid performance and almost consistent points scored. They are on the climb, and it’s honestly something that makes me personally very happy. Also Yuki Goat

Williams, the team and the car is so shit, pits today were so bad. THEY NEED TO ASSESS THEMSELVES BEFORE CRITICISING THE DRIVERS. Alex having to retire and Logan doing his damn best in an overweight, not upgraded car. Yeah they need a wake up call.

Ferrari, the upgrades are quick, and that’s something that we can all agree on. Carlos was okay, but Charles drove his heart out today. Keeping Oscar behind him and putting pressure on Lando, it’s something that we all have to acknowledge and respect. And give Ferrari the credit with the car they built.

McLaren are showing teeth, Oscar with the full upgrades, Lando on that high. This team will be in contention for the top 3, and as we saw today, strategy, track layout and having the car that can put pressure on RedBull. (Those laps will haunt me)

Finally Red Bull. Checo, as a start, did rewlly well considering the set up that idk what was up, but it is what it is, and his starting position, especially since the track doesn’t have much overtaking zones. From P11 to P8. That’s good, but not enough for Red Bull standards. And he needs to wake up not to lose his seat. As for our Number One. Firstly, he’s number one for a reason and A DAMN GOOD ONE. The car wasn’t the fastest all weekend, with Friday the car being a full blown shit show. Saturday the set up being good, but nit testing the hards and getting pole when not even expected, and finally today, driving his actual heart out, and with his experience, keeping Lando behind him for 5 laps with less than 1.5 seconds gap, and then not having any type of tiny mistake when he knew it would cost him, he’s the best for that reason, and that’s why he and GP are considered the best engineer-driver duo on the grid rn, because they know how to communicate and how to win, even if the car wasn’t the fastest. Also, giving credit where credit is due to Sebastian Buemi and Jake Dennis, who have both stayed 11+ hours both in the sim back at base to work on and perfect the set up. This victory couldn’t have been possible if not for them.

So yeah, Imola done and dusted, probably one of the best races I’ve ever seen, but also one of the most nerve racking ones. I’m still shaking from Lando Max battle, though I enjoyed it. We got our Lestappen Podium. And tbh it was my personal dream podium. And hope you enjoy Jurgen’s last game, I know it’s an emotional one to say the least❤️

Wonderful analysis as always, my darling! And as always, I don't have much to add so I'll just leave most of this in all its glory.

The only thing I will say is that I wasn't really worried about Max and Lando. Had the race been longer, yes, I definitely would have been. But as it was? I didn't worry about Lando overtaking Max at all. But it was such a fun race even so, and I'm always happy with a Lestappen podium in addition to a Max win!

To be perfectly honest, I have been a mess since before kickoff and I'm still struggling to properly wrap my head around the Klopp era having come to an end. But what a beautiful, emotional send-off he got. (Virg and Trent crying at full-time shattered my fucking heart.) I can't wait to see what Arne Slot will bring, and I'm undeniably excited about the future. But right now I'm just sad and empty that Jürgen won't be there next season.

I'm really sorry Arsenal didn't manage to get the Premier League title in the end. I would have much preferred seeing them win it instead of City. ❤️

[russellsppttemplates]

That little cartoon you shared was so cute, maybe you could write something about it, please? Like, reader znd muck and angue having a weekend in, maybe after he was in the sim (seems like this weekend was like that), and they rest and cuddle while they watch the race

Love your work and im so happy you’re back!

"What do need me to do, liebling?", Mick asked as he finished giving Angie her food, putting the bag away in the cupboard before he looked at you, "you need to rest, Mick. You have been in the simulator the whole weekend, so you can go to the living room, I just need to wipe the counters quickly and I'll be with you", you smiled, kissing his cheek before you grabbed what you needed.

After getting it all clean, you turned on the robotic hoover and headed for the living room, finding Angie cuddled up next to Mick as he watched the drivers and teams getting ready for the race, "is there room for me?", you asked, managing to lie beside Mick while Angie rearranged her position so she could be in between you two, "Do you think they have a good shot today?", you asked Mick, "we tried a few things on the sim, not sure how they'll work today, but hopefully they can gain some positions, even a podium maybe", he said, kissing your forehead while he caressed your tummy, tracing random shapes, "thank you for being so understanding" he began, "and I know you always say you don't do it out of obligation, but still. I'm grateful for you and for how you handle all of these crazy schedules", he said honestly, his eyes looking into yours while you smiled, "I'm going to be here for you, always", you said, "I know what it takes, and I knew from the moment I said yes to you, but seeing your live your dreams and be happy like you are, that is the minimum", you said, nudging your nose in his.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[formula-fun]

hiii its me again,,,,

with more prose that makes me insane

"Tragedy takes and takes, for both of them. Max is trying to learn how to grow older; softer. He’s trying to dream of slower things, but it won’t stop people from poking at what he tries to forget—romanticizing all the bad bits and gilding them into their history right alongside the worst days of Charles’ life. People love a tragedy.

Not this, though. This isn’t for the history books. He won’t have people rewatch the podiums where Charles wouldn’t even look Max in the eye and know it was because something horrible happened, and Max didn’t know what to do; didn’t know how to ask for comfort or answers. And Charles—people already remember him in mourning before they remember anything else, and that’s already unfair. They like to treat his life like a play, spilling onto the stage in perfectly romanticized pain. Max won’t have this spilling across it too; won’t have Charles’ grief, his guilt, his self-flagellation, Max’s uselessness to make it right, the two of them ripping themselves apart and beating themselves bloody against each other’s ramparts, their dream of something gentle dead between their feet—he won’t have it added to the list below Max’s shitty childhood and Charles’ monthly visits to the Monaco Cemetery."

I just.

your ability to seamlessly switch between narration of events like races and sex and then just almost a poem of the characters thoughts in that moment is just insane

I think max's refusal to let charles' grief be commodified ( i hope that's the right word) or used to generate clicks like how almost anything that occurs today is used by f1 'journalists' feels rlly organic?

I won't say in character bc idk any of these men but I feel like this determination to keep what's between them, between them is very sjdnsjdb I don't have the words I hope you understand my incoherent rambling sorry

Another line that really stood out to me was when charles says that max understands that 'he enjoys podiums, not pedestals'

just. FERAL. Jsbbdnxbxj

the whole il predestinato title is beautiful and romantic and I will forever be unwell ab it but I wonder at the deification of ferrari bc like. wow. red god whom you love with every fiber of your being, who loves you back but. akdnbxjdnd BUT.

anyway sorry, I hope you don't mind that I'm doing these excerpt dissecting thingies I'm. very insane.

☀️

no no no never apologize!!!!! i love this so much <3333

this is all so on point honestly! what you said about being in character...i dont know these people at all and completely made this read up, but that's 100% what this fic is getting at?? they grew up racing and giving interviews and crashing out and they can be really rational about all of that because its just in their nature. they can sacrifice whatever they need to and behave however they need to for their teams and their success, and they don't question it because it's just who they are. in a way there's even solace in recognizing that it's a trait they share and they're not alone in it. theyre like the scorpion and the frog except they're both the scorpion which is an idea that keeps me up at night because not to be fake deep and pretentious but i feel like scorpions probably have a very different understanding of that story than frogs do. i might be insane

ANYWAY what that all means is it's really new to build something together that's just for them and that isn't about racing or expectations or even about gender roles, it's about love and honesty and trust. it's really new and scary but it's also really freeing. dont ask me how the a/b/o porny fic became about that, but the whole point of it is them finding new ways to see themselves based on the stability they've found with each other. or something. and that's why max is protective of their real actual vulnerabilities and why both of them kind of treat il predestinato/the inevitable mythos as a fun story but ultimately not a very serious one

the bit you quoted is sooo highly ranked for me <3 it relates very directly to telescope by boy & bear which became such a max song for this fic, especially "i've adjusted all my dreams for something slow // and it's a softening that age has taught me well // for the things i cannot change i must let go" like hhh its HIM

anyway thank you for thiiis i always love discussing my fic <3333

[bohnsky]

I wasn't able to watch this one either but again what was that? Maybe it's for the better that I didn't get to watch, my heart probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

My favorite drivers 3 months and 3 weeks into liking f1, after Monza 23:

1. Alex Albon

Damn, what a driver. The things he achieves in that Williams. I would love to see him fight for podiums in the near future.

Also I just found out that him and Lily met because of DTS, if that ain't a story that makes you believe in real love than I don't know what is.

2. Sergio Perez

I can't express how much I love this man with no reason at all. And I am so happy about the P2 today😭😭😭 (even though I really liked the idea of a Ferrari double podium👀)

3. Charles Leclerc

I was just really happy to see Ferrari perform, especially in Monza. I would've loved to see Charles on the podium, but I'm also really happy for Carlos. Honestly I was so scared that they might crash into each other there during the fight for P3.

Honorable mentions:

Carlos. My beloved. He really was a smooth operator this weekend, I just hope Ferrari can keep it up.

Max. First of all, congrats for breaking the record. And I have to say it again. His fucking hair. I can't. Why is his hair so pretty?😭😭

Also I've seen a pic where he had the prettiest smile ever. He's not supposed to make me feel things. That's Checo's part.

And the chestappen podium. As soon as I get home, I'll watch the celebrations, just because Chestappen😭

Liam. I didn't know him before Danny got injured, but I like him a lot and I'm really happy for him that he got the chance to drive the whole weekend. He's doing very well and I love that for him. Tbh the whole thing with Nyck decreased my love for Danny way more than I would like to admit, even though it was not his fault in the slightest. But it happened, so I don't really mind him not driving right now, because it means Liam gets to drive.

Nico. I had a dream where he appeared and it was strange and I was rude af. I literally told him that I was expecting someone cooler, but actually I was super excited to see him😭

Again, that's it for now, because vacation and all. Have a good one, friends :)

[the-good-projxct]

July,3rd, 2024

7:47pm what a lovely time eh? 7.47, it's just aesthetically cute. Anyway, I am listening to Kygo and Miguel’s remind me to forget.. This song used to make me cry HOT tears. LMAO. Now I kinda dance to it. I am so umm chaotic. I wanna be in my Whitney era minus the drugs and premature death. Like, she really lived her life. I wanna receive an award and say you gotta lay low. Like I want the Nobel peace prize for the Gøod projxct. LMAO, I truly feel like I deserve it. This projxct has put me through it. Creative PEI…hmm. Abi, lemme say nuttin. But God knows wagwan. This is a Gøod projxct not a petty projxct, we thank God cuz otherwise…..I WOULD BE. Ahem. About the Nobel Peace prize, you know the guy genociding Eritreans has a Nobel Peace Prize. So like if he can have one, then my dreams are valid. I honestly just want to win it and do a speech in AAVE, Sheng and KiMeru. And quote Whitney. Just be Blackity Black pon Black with a side dish of nigga pon that podium. Cuz the world deserves it. I have so much energy today. Honestly, it’s just been a Gøod day. I feel like when I get serious tings done at a slow pace my mood just boosts. I had a slow AF morning because mandem could not sleep until like 3am. I went to bed at 10pm, didn’t sleep till 3am. That is 7 hrs in bed without sleep. Ya know how crazy that is?!?!?  And if I tell a dr, they might put me on sleeping pills but I’m an addict. I will Love that shit. And the ting is, once I fall asleep, I sleep for 7-10 hrs. So the later I sleep, the later I wake up. It is chaotic. Four Five Seconds by Rihana and Yeezy just came on. This is a mood too. I wish more places played a perfect playlist for me. Like my 34th B’Earthday party. That playlist was BANANAS. That party had an insane vibe. Like hot men, hot babes, super Queer. So much weed. That smoke room was PACKED at some point. Making out in there on my day. Weuh. But all in all, the playlist which I curated was epic. Dancehall, Afrobeat, old skool hip hop. I mean, I had it alllll down to a T. Plus my mom catered. Yo. I don’t throw parties often but when I do, it is perfection. I also think I am in a Gøod mood because I have more structure. But also, Munene reminded me in a rough way, to be where my feet are. Like how is manz gonna use me against me? LMAO, I Love him. He is totally a need in my life. LMAO, I am afraid to admit it because I been a real BADMAN for soo long that I cyannottt imagine needing a nigga. But I want and I need him. And that reality is freaking me the hell out. I Love Niggas because when Niggas put their mind to it, shit be incredible. whiteness is constant mediocrity. All facts and I am saying this with my chest. Feelin’ myself is playing and what a mood. I am feelin’ myself. Anyway after talking to the King of Salone, I had dreams about him. Trippy ones too. Days like today, I remember that I am my favorite person on this planet. Like, I am so grateful the Creator chose me to be exactly how I am in this exact timeline because LAWD. What a time/vibe it is to be alive. I am a brown skin ting with brown eyes, brown hair, big yiddies and a fattie behind. I am East African with a matching forehead. I am smart, funny, witty, wholesome and chaotic. I am LOVE and I am LOVED. I am babygworl and the baddest man that ever did Live all in the same breath. Don’t play with me. I did not come to play in this lifetime, I came to slay and I came to play. I am literally the definition of what waist? If it wasn;t for my waist beads yall wouldnt be able to identify my waist line. Mscchheewww…half of yall never deserved my presence and you know it too. LMAO, lemme chill. Everyone deserves a likkle bit of King Kxndi. Anyway, DMX's ruff ryders anthem just played and this is my cue to go. 11 yr old me LOVED this song, I wanted to be tatted up like Eve. See me now. 

Anyway, lemme go enjoy this chune and reminisce on DMX. Life is SOOOOOOO Gøod. I am Gøod. Magik is Gøod. Accountability is Gøod. Self Love is Gøod. Art is Gøod.

Ase. Ase. Ase.

[sbknews]

The 2024 MOTUL FIM Superbike World Championship is one of the most talked about campaigns in the history of the Championship; with fresh rookies, a massively different line-up and all the usual statements and claims, this season promises to be like no other. Ahead of the first round starting, we caught up with all of the heavyweights – old and new – to get their thoughts going into the weekend. Toprak Razgatlioglu (ROKiT BMW Motorrad WorldSBK Team): “Winning is my dream… when I think a lot, this doesn’t come true” “I’m not feeling pressure but I feel excited because it’s my first round with BMW. It looks like we’re ready, but we’re not 100% because I’m still learning the bike and the electronics. The traction control is OK but we’re still working on engine braking. In the test, we made a good lap time and everyone is very happy but I’m just focusing on the race because when we finish on the podium, or maybe win, I’ll be happier. Tomorrow, we’ll try some different setups because we need to be stronger. The bike looks like it’s working here. It’s not an easy track, it’s not for my style, but we started the test very strong. This is motivation for me. The race looks like it’ll be fun because everyone will be watching a slightly different race as we have a flag-to-flag. I hope we don’t make a mistake and it looks like we’re fighting for the podium. Winning is my dream, but I don’t like to talk like this before the race. If I’m feeling good in the race, I’m fighting for the win. This is my target but I’m always dreaming of winning the first race. When I think a lot, this doesn’t come true.” Jonathan Rea (Pata Prometeon Yamaha): “The overall feeling is mixed… we need to improve” “I’m feeling more or less OK, not 100% but I woke up yesterday morning feeling quite sorry for myself. Today was much better and I hope tomorrow we can make another step. We start tomorrow for real; I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment. It’ll be a nice moment to roll down pitlane for the first official session of 2024 and get stuck in. The overall feeling is mixed. I enjoy riding the bike and working with the team. I’ve been fast, but to be really, really fast, I’m still demanding some feeling. Track by track, we’re getting there. The new surface threw us a bit of a curveball, it’s a completely different feeling. It’s got a lot of grip, so that riding style that I normally use on the bike isn’t quite working here. Right now, no. I feel my ultimate pace hasn’t been so fast. Even my race rhythm is not fast, and we need to improve. I really enjoyed Jerez and Portimao, but we need to make a step here. Right now, winning a race here, is a dream. The reality is we have a lot of work to achieve that but we won’t give up.” Alvaro Bautista (Aruba.it Racing – Ducati): “Testing is testing, racing is racing” “After the last day of testing here at Phillip Island, I felt a bit better especially because my physical condition improved a lot from the test before. I’m quite happy because it was the first time in pre-season that I started to feel the bike more, work on the feeling and try to increase my performance. It’s been a tough winter. At home, I worked a lot to recover as soon as possible but it was really slow. I don’t have any expectations for this weekend. It’s the first round of the season. It’s a long Championship. It’s difficult because testing is testing, and racing is racing. This year’s grid is really competitive, there are a lot of very fast riders. Honestly, I wouldn’t bet on any rider because anything can happen! The Championship is long. We are at Round 1, a very strange one for everything; my condition, the new schedule… we will try to do our best here, get the maximum and then think about the next one.” Nicolo Bulega (Aruba.it Racing – Ducati): “I don’t have targets” “I’m feeling good. I’m happy and proud to be here with this team. I’m happy the tests are finished because I prefer races. It was a very good pre-season because the worst result was second. I think the last one here we did a couple of days ago was the best one for me because I was able to ride a lot with used tyres and I had very good pace. I’ve adapted to this bigger bike but nothing special, I just wanted to ride to understand it better. Alvaro missed some fast laps, but if you see his race pace, he’s always very good. I think he will be at the front. I don’t have targets. I’m enjoying riding this bike a lot. What I want to do is enjoy and stay towards the front if possible.” Andrea Iannone (Team GoEleven): “We want to try and fight with the best riders… this is what I loved for all of my life” “I don’t know what to expect because everything is new for me. I think that the format is totally different; I spoke with my team manager and he explained the rules, the way to start the Championship and everything. In any case, I’m very excited. It’s a strange feeling to be back but I’m happy to be back with all of you, the riders etc. This is what I loved for all my life. The pre-season isn’t bad; I’m a little bit surprised because the speed in general is high. We weren’t sure at the beginning because I didn’t ride the race bike but in any case, it was a good pre-season for us. We want to try and fight with the best riders but the top ten positions are our target. Step-by-step, we need to improve and in each race, we’ll improve.” Sam Lowes (ELF Marc VDS Racing Team): “I feel like I’m a little bit more competitive than what I anticipated” “It’s been a nice pre-season. I’m excited and proud of this moment. It’s a big thing for me to get here. I had a lot to learn and still do, coming into this weekend with the format, the setting of the bike and how to race the bike, and it’s going to be a different race here with many things to learn but I’m positive. I feel like I’m a little bit more competitive than what I anticipated. I think we can look at this season in a good way. I want to get into the season before making a big statement about my goals, but I feel like I can be competitive and fight for the top five and the podium and then see where we are.” Alex Lowes (Kawasaki Racing Team WorldSBK): “It’s all about the last 5-7 laps” “It’s been interesting to work with Pere Riba; obviously, Jonathan moved on at the end of last year, so the dynamics have changed in the team a little bit. The winter was spent trying to get to know each other and trying to get more out of myself and the package. Any teammate you’ve got, you try to work together to give the team the best chance of being competitive. Axel’s come in from some fantastic years on the Ducati; he finished sixth in the world last year, so he did a better job than me! He’s trying to prove himself in a factory team and brings the knowledge from the Ducati. He’s helping as well; he’s been a great teammate. He believes in himself a lot and it’s going to be a nice dynamic in the team. It’s all about the last 5, 6, 7 laps. The guys that look after the tyres the best get the best results. We spent 90% of the test focusing on used tyres and trying to make the tyres last on the new surface.” Remy Gardner (GYTR GRT Yamaha WorldSBK Team): “Hopefully, we can put on a good show for the home fans” “I’m excited and looking forward to it; with one year of experience, it’s nice to not be looking for the way to ride a bike. Everything is a bit more natural now. This is a nice place to start with the home race; I love the track and hopefully, we can put on a good show for the home fans. Pre-season was pretty good and I think we’re ready to go racing. A podium this year would be nice.” Iker Lecuona (Team HRC): “We still don’t understand the bike” “I had a big highside at Turn 11 and dislocated my shoulder; I need to say that until last night, I can’t ride the bike because it’s too much. However, when I woke up, I felt quite good. I spoke with Jose and did a check with the medical team here. I am ‘fit’ for tomorrow morning but this track is hard on the shoulders with the speed, the wind and the bumps. With the Honda, we have to work more than others on other bikes. I’ll try and then make a decision if I continue. I haven’t had time to try the bike in Australia properly but honestly, from what we expected, three or four out of ten, quite low… it’s a new bike and we need a lot of time to understand and take the most from it. We still don’t understand it and we still don’t have a good pace. The target is to find it here in Australia.” AustralianWorldSBK, PhilipIsland, Pirelli, Tissot, WorldSBK, WorldSBK2024

[dailyf2]

[bangtanficsforyou]

Girl of his Dreams- Prologue

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3K (approx)

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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Walking into your art class you notice that your designated seat has already been taken by a boy. That's weird.

What's even weirder is that you have never seen the said boy before in your class. You say that with complete surety because there are only a handful in your class and this boy does not seem familiar at all.

Walking up to him you tap on his shoulders. "Excuse me, this is my seat."

The said boy turns to look at you and you frown when you realise you don't even have a clear view of his face as the majority of it remains covered by his hoodie.

Instead of responding to you, he moves a little to give you some space to sit on the stool.

There's a protest on your lips because how the fuck can two people sit comfortably on one small stool. But you decide on not voicing it because you know there are no other empty seats and asking him to just evacuate would basically mean him standing there awkwardly in the middle of the room, which honestly is harsh.

You awkwardly clear your throat and occupy whatever remaining space the stool has to offer.

"So are you new here?" The query leaves your lips a few moments later when you realise that you can't just ignore his presence considering how the right side of your body is almost entirely in contact with his left.

His fingers momentarily stop swiping at the phone screen and he looks up the slightest to give you attention.

He shakes his head and locks his phone. "Nah, I'm not here as a student."

If he's not a student then, what is he doing here?

He must have noticed the look of confusion on your face and he opens his mouth seemingly to clarify what exactly he is here for but the arrival of your art teacher stops him from doing so.

"Good morning, class," Miss Richardson greets the class as she settles all her materials on the table. "I hope you all had a good weekend."

The class comes up with mixed responses with a few people groaning and a few voicing their responses positively.

"Well that sure is a confusing response," she says with an amused look. "Well for those who had a not-so-good-weekend, I hope knowing that you will sketch a model today would be exciting enough to make your Monday."

A low murmur spreads through the classroom. That's a good response, you'd say. You definitely find yourself pleasantly surprised and excited at the thought of getting to capture the beauty of a model. The list of things she asked to bring for today's class, makes so much more sense now.

"Now, for today's model; his name is Jeon Jungkook and he's a fashion designing student."

All of a sudden you feel the warmth next to you gone, and the figure walks towards the podium. It takes a few seconds too long for you to realise what was happening.

Oh. He is the model.

"I hope all of you have your equipment ready and remember that you have to complete the sketch by the next two classes." She finishes. Once done, she turns to face Jungkook and gives him a small smile as if to tell him that from here on, he can do his thing.

And so he does.

It begins with him removing his hoodie which finally enables you to get a proper look at his face and fuck.

He's beautiful.

You did not think anyone could ever be this gorgeous and it honestly has you speechless. It's like one of those scenes from the movies where one of the main protagonist's eyes land on someone and they can't help but keep staring at them because they are the most beautiful creature on earth.

You believed that those sorts of things happened only in movies because that kind of breathtaking beauty existed only in movies. As it turns out, you were wrong.

Before you can gather your thoughts, he removes his t-shirt.

If you were in awe with how beautiful his facial features are, now you find yourself gasping for air after having a glimpse of his body.

Fuck, he looks sculpted, like a Greek god of some sort.

You feel butterflies flying merrily in your stomach as if they too want to voice out their agreement.

Unfortunately, the sound of low murmuring snaps you out of your daze. Looking around, you realise that almost everyone has their eyes on him and is in awe of his beauty.

It's when your eyes land on a guy who has already started sketching, do you realise that you too are here to sketch and that you too will only get three classes to finish this.

With a sense of urgency, you pull out your pencils and with a deep breath start sketching the beautiful man that seems to be straight out of your fantasies.

As your classmates slowly but steadily empty the classroom, you find yourself lingering.

You can't help but run your eyes across the canvas with a scrutinising gaze, wondering if you like how it is turning out to be and if your pencil is doing justice to the man's beauty.

Jungkook strolls towards your stool to take his bag but his eyes land on the sketch.

"That looks weird."

You yelp in shock and turn to look at the person who thought it was a good idea to scare you.

However, you find your breath hitching when you realise that it's Jungkook. Even worse, he remains shirtless.

Gulping down the saliva in your mouth, you try to steady your breath and register the words that fell from his lips. "What do you mean it's weird? Is it not coming out nice?"

He steps closer and bends down a little to have a better look at your sketch.

His movements cause a wave of nervousness to wash over you. In an attempt to hide your flustered state, you pretend that your whole attention is on your canvas and that you are not bothered by the man next to you.

"It is nice, I'd say you captured the details well," his low timbre reaches your ears and his exhale hits the expanse of your back. Fuck, you had no idea he was standing this close. "I just never had anyone draw me before. So looking at a sketch of me does feel weird."

"Oh, t-that makes sense." You curse yourself for stuttering. Could you look any more stupid?

The stutter catches Jungkook's attention and his eyes move from the canvas to the side of your face. A smirk appears on his lips when he notices your fast breathing rate.

He usually doesn't bat an eye because girls getting flustered around him, is not unusual. He knows the effect he has on the female population. However, with how flustered and how desperately you try to seem unaffected, Jungkook can't help but find it cute.

Cute enough to drop a flirtatious comment.

"But I guess it's okay if such a cute girl like you is doing it."

The effect those words have on you are instantaneous. You flush and your whole body warms up from head to toe. Squirming in your seat, you clear your throat and pray that your cheeks aren't embarrassingly red.

Jungkook's smirk widens. He wonders how you'd react if he were to call you the l-word. "I'll get going then, love."

You choke on air. That reaction was worth it, he thinks.

Stepping a few steps back, he puts his shirt back on and swings his bag on his shoulders. "See you, next class."

You hold your breath until the sound of his shoes against the floor completely fades away and only when he's gone, do you let yourself relax and feel the rush of emotions and adrenaline.

As embarrassing as it is, the first thing you do after going home is to search for his name on Facebook. There's just no way you're not searching up, the unbelievably good-looking guy, who also happened to flirt with you, on the net.

Thankfully, his Facebook profile is unlocked.

Clicking on his name you are greeted by his handsome face which stares back at you from the circle of his profile picture. You might have looked at it for a little too long, observing every single detail and wondering how a human could be this handsome.

Nevertheless, after snapping yourself out of your daze, you scroll down and your eyes fall upon the top post.

Models required.

For the upcoming inter-college fashion show, I need someone to model my designs. If you're interested, please meet me and my team on Friday in room no. 302.

One male and one female model would be chosen for the occasion.

You blinked at the screen and soon a wide smile spread on your lips. Isn't this just perfect? The perfect opportunity for you to get to know him better.

You have never modelled, you idiot.

A voice reminds you not so gently.

Although you feel doubts enter your head, you don't let your hopes get killed. Clicking on the comments section, you look for something that can provide you with clarification as to what exactly he is looking for.

One particular comment catches your eye as it is the only comment he has replied to.

Your eyes do a quick scan of the words and you find that it's a girl asking whether it's okay to try out even if she has no prior modelling experience. Jungkook's response to which is 'ofc it is'.

You internally scream thinking how perfect this is for you.

You take out your notepad and take down the details and also set a reminder on your phone, just in case.

However, with how long you stay on the net scrolling down his profile, you and probably even your FBI agent knows that there's no way you will forget about this on Friday.

Very unsurprisingly, you don't forget about it on Friday. In fact, you find yourself heading towards the room way earlier than the scheduled time.

It's on an entirely different side of the campus. It will take time to get there. That's what you tell yourself every time a voice tries to remind you that you're being far too eager about this.

When the building approaches, you feel a shiver of nervousness run down your spine. Is this going to be awkward? Is he going to recognise you?

The moment that thought comes to your mind, you chase it away. Of course, he's gonna remember you. It hasn't even been a week since the art class. There's no way he could have forgotten you this soon. Right?

With that little talk with yourself, you take a deep breath and step inside the building.

Having practised some modelling over the course of these few days from YouTube, you repeat the instructions you came across. Head held high, shoulders and back straight, and sway your hips and arms naturally. You can do this! (The last part was not in the video)

You find yourself being so narrowly focused on your way to the room that you miss the tall body that's heading in your direction. Although, the other party also remains blissfully unaware of the fact that they are heading towards you. Guess it's only fair that you two collide with each other.

"Owwwwww," you groan

"I'm so sor–Wait you're the art girl!" His pupils dilate ever so slightly in recognition.

Your eyes widen when you realise, it's him out of all people. Once the surprise wears off, you nod and a part of you feels glad to know that he indeed does remember you.

"So wassup?" He asks, genuinely curious.

Now see, you possibly could have replied to that question with anything. But with how caught off guard and unprepared you feel, you don't find your brain having the capability to come up with something cool. Hence, nothing but the truth comes spilling out; truth with the slightest bit of lie, mixed with it. "A friend of mine mentioned that you were participating in the inter-college fashion competition–"

You searched him up on the net. That's the first thought that comes to Jungkook's mind. How can he be so sure about it? Because he made the post only yesterday and sure he's popular, but not so much on Facebook because he's hardly ever active there. The chances of your said friend getting to know about it are next to zero.

"It's more like, I was asked to represent our college," that's the second thing that comes to him and he cuts you off with it. Call it him being cocky (which he knows he is), but there's a huge difference between putting your name in a competition and the college board preferring him to represent them. He can't have people making mistakes, can he?

Your mouth forms an oh and your eyes sparkle in wonder because how good is he exactly at fashion designing?

"That's great," you say. "I hope you win it."

"Oh don't worry," he says with his gaze locked with yours. "Pretty girls inspire me."

Now, he had meant for it to come out as a fact. Because that's what it is. But with the way his eyes remain locked with yours, it makes you assume otherwise. Makes you think that the statement is directed at you.

You clear your throat and look away from him. Gosh, your knees are gonna give away.

"That's good to know," you say in a meek voice. "I was actually heading towards room 302. You know, just want to give it a try."

Jungkook's brow furrows as he observes you closely.

So you searched him up on the net. Cute. But he isn't interested in you and he can tell that unfortunately, you took his meaningless flirting as him showing interest in you.

Thankfully, you seem like someone who knows how to get the hint. You don't seem like you will trail behind him like a lost puppy even if he were to make it clear that he isn't interested in you. Good for him.

He comes up with a quick plan which he thinks will send the message loud and clear. He has just gotta be honest.

"Don't waste your time with that darling," he says as he takes out his phone from the pockets of those tight skinny jeans of his. Before you can ask for clarification, he is speaking again. "You see this girl?"

You take a look at his phone screen which is now facing you and is currently displaying a Facebook profile page. Tina Rei. After some pondering as to why this name rings a bell, it clicks. She's the same girl whose comment you stumbled upon a few days back.

Not sure what he is trying to say, you nod.

"She's the one who's going to be my model," he says before locking the screen. "She's just so hot. One of the prettiest girls on campus. Can't think of anyone else better."

Your stomach sinks at his words. Oh. He already has a model.

"Then why have this whole audition thing?" You ask, trying not to interact with your thoughts at the moment.

"Don't want to seem like I'm being unfair you know?" He shrugs. "But thought I'd save you some time. Going inside that room won't be of any use. I already know who I want to work with."

You simply nod at his words. You don't know what to say. You feel so stupid for letting your teeny tiny crush get out of hand and although you never admitted it out loud, his flirty actions had you hoping.

"Lost your voice, art girl?" He asks with a teasing tone. You refuse to answer him verbally, yet again and simply shake your head, making him sigh. "I'll get going then."

He moves forward a few steps but stops.

Walking back to where you are standing, he bends down a little to look into your eyes. "Also, a small piece of advice, you should probably stick to art. Modelling is not for you."

And then he's gone.

That day instead of going back to your dorms, you choose to go back home for the weekend.

Feeling angry with yourself, you find that you are not in the mood of interacting with anyone and desperately crave the comfort of home. Where you don't feel judged.

Thankfully, when you're greeted by warm hugs from your parents and gentle (very very aggressive) licks and kisses from your dog, you don't find it in you to regret making this decision.

A small smile manages to make its way onto your lips and you find your spirits being lifted ever the slightest.

Your dad watches you from the corner as you playfully give Jack belly rubs. He notices the way your eyes don't have their usual bright look and the way you seem as if something's been eating you away. He can't help but wonder what it is that seems to be bothering you.

Once you've gone to freshen up, he makes his way inside the kitchen.

"Do you think she's okay?" He asks in a tone that does not hide his worry at all.

Your mum takes a spoonful of the soup she's preparing and tastes it, soon letting out a satisfactory hmm.

"She's a big girl now, don't worry she'll be fine." Her words do not address his question as there's no point in denying that there's something that seems to be troubling you.

He sighs. "I know but I still can't help but get worried."

Patting his back, your mom lets out a huff in amusement. Two big kids she has got. "Don't worry, she's probably itching to talk to me about it. Maybe while we clean the dishes, okay?"

Your dad feels some of the tension leave his body at your mom's warm touch and nods with a sigh.

Dinner goes smoothly with you laughing loudly at your dad's exaggerated storytelling about the time he went fishing with his friends and at your mom's annoyed grunts and comments about how your dad has turned into a teenager. You laugh so much that you forget about everything. Temporarily.

Once you're alone in the kitchen helping your mom with the dishes, you feel the silence prompting your brain to be loud with its thoughts.

"Am I not attractive?" You blurt out of nowhere. But then it probably isn't out of nowhere.

You were so busy admiring and daydreaming about Jungkook's beauty that you did not stop to ponder the possibility that he might not find you attractive.

While the thought of your crush not finding you attractive is hurtful, the thought of your crush finding you unattractive is quite gut-wrenching. And something about the last comment he made before leaving, has you feeling all sorts of things.

Most importantly, it has you questioning if you really are unattractive. But at the moment, you're too scared to address that question, all by yourself.

Your mother's movements stop all at once. "What kind of a question is that? No never mind, I'll answer that– one of the most stupid questions I have ever heard."

A small smile appears on your lips at her dramatics. "It's a serious question, though."

She shakes her head as if to indicate that she won't tolerate any of your nonsense. Putting down the cleaning cloth, she walks over to you. "What is making you say all this?"

She keeps her tone gentle.

You sigh trying to hide the tears that try to leak out. "It's stupid."

"Nothing is more stupid than you thinking that you're not attractive." She quips and pats the top of your hair in hopes of giving you comfort. "Is it a boy problem?" She asks for clarification.

Feeling relief but also hating, how spot-on she is, you let it all spill out. You tell her how Jungkook just took your breath away. How he seemed to be the perfect guy. The guy you always dreamt about. How he looked like a literal prince. How he only stomped away after giving you hopes that you might have a small chance of being his princess. Not to mention, how that one comment made you feel insecure to ever be in front of him again.

Your mom's eyes soften. "Oh sweetie, come here." She wraps you in a warm hug and lets you cry silently for a while. "There's something that might help you."

You unwillingly retreat from her warmth to look at her. "What is it?"

"Just wait here," she says before swiftly getting up and heading towards her bedroom. You sit there and stare in confusion until she arrives. When she does, you find yourself thoroughly perplexed to find that she went to get a ring.

"A ring?"

She smiles. "Hmm but not just any ordinary ring. The one who puts this on you will start seeing you as their dream partner."

You blink at her blankly for far too long. "Huh? Mom, are you doing drugs?"

She throws her head back and laughs. "Thankfully, no, not yet."

"Then are you trying to check if I'm doing drugs?"

A chuckle escapes her lips and she shakes her head. "I get that you don't believe me but take this and try it out. Put that ring on the guy you like and let it do its magic."

Saying so, she takes a hold of your clenched fist and pries it open. Placing the ring on your finger, she looks at you and you can't help but feel even more disbelief when you see nothing but honesty in her eyes. "Take care of this ring, it's precious."

And then she's getting up, asking you if you'd like to sleep in her room as if she didn't just say the most absurd thing moments ago.

[enluv]

level #14 – the big speech

wc; 926!

genre/warning(s): written content, angst, cheesy tooth rotting sweet fluff, beomgyu is so cute pls :(

Beomgyu's nerves heighten as he watches you walk down the long red carpet into the Gala's home building. He'd shown up twenty minutes earlier with Yeonjun and Soobin, Hueningkai and Taehyun having already started hosting a few hours before. He knew you'd be there but he was still in awe at the way you'd walked out wearing the purple dress your best friends had chosen for you. They'd told him before hand what you'd be wearing so it was easier to spot you when he gave his speech.

Speaking of his speech, it was long. The longest thing he'd ever written probably, but every word meant so much. His time was short and if he was going to confess his love for you, he might as well go out with a boom while doing it.

Hueningkai's tall form walks towards him holding a mic, he'd just finished interviewing the last round of celebrities arriving and was now moving to the stage. Food would be severed shortly and then the moment Beomgyu had been preparing for would come.

"You look constipated," Hueningkai jokes trying to get his friend to laugh but to no end doesn't it work.

"Do you think she hopes we don't run into each other? She looks really happy with Eric and Sunwoo."

Hueningkai sighs, as his attempts fail at making Beomgyu's mood brighten. "Honestly Gyu, I think she's just trying to have a good time tonight, after everything that's happened, you're probably the last thing on her mind, but that's why you need to tell her how you feel. It'll get her to see you like she once did and things will be okay again."

The seating arrangement wasn't necessarily picked by anyone. The company hosting the gala had made a pre-planned seating chart and to his dismay, Beomgyu and his friends sat right next to your table.

Dinner was awkward to say the least, stolen glances and burning stares from the other really topped it off, but thankfully it went quickly, and soon came the winners speeches. Eric was up first, second was Felix, after him Chanhee, then Hyunjin, and finally, Beomgyu.

"...well it was a ride, but thank you to those who supported me throughout it all! This one's for you, my lovely supporters!" Hyunjin's final words fly past Beomgyu's head as he's quickly handed a mic.

"It's your turn Beomgyu. Good luck!" Taehyun ushers the boy on stage as quickly as possible and with his cards in hand he walks slowly towards the black podium in the middle.

His sticky hands set down the cards as neatly as possible while he tries to remain focused on the most important target in the room, you.

"Hello, sorry for the nerves, feeling a bit of pressure after all those amazing speeches before me," he jokes lightly, "I'll be honest, if you'd told me that I was going to be standing infront of all of you, here at the iconic Gaming Gala a year ago, I'd have laughed in your face and went on studying for midterms. Yet, here I am today, a year later thriving in my field and fully appreciative of that. I want to thank everyone who pushed me to follow my dreams, and kept me on the right track. My tomorrow brother's who continued to push streaming onto me even when I continuously said no, my manager who puts up with my "brat-like" attitude as some reporters would say, but most importantly there is someone here tonight that I'd like to thank profusely, and that's my girl," his hand points outward at you and the crowd surrounding him begins to murmur as all eyes turn to you, seated smack in the middle of your cheesing best friends.

"Y/N, without you there would be no me. If you hadn't left I wouldn't have been #1 and if you hadn't come back I would have never dmed you about getting that spot back, but most importantly if you hadn't shown me love and compassion I'd be lost in fame and money. You are the reason I want to continue doing what I love most, you are the reason I smile, the reason I go out and face this crazy ass world. I know that a lot has happened between us but I'm glad it did because if we never met, I'd be stuck and alone, never finding my purpose, which is to be my happiest in life, with you. I really do love you."

The crowd around you let's out a course of "awe's" and "wow", and Beomgyu knows he's done good when your eyes roll and you smile up at him from your seat at the table next to his. You may still have a lot to talk about but he knows things will be okay now.

As he walks off the stage, you're standing to the right waiting for him. His once confident demeanor falters, as he now has to face the reality of if you'll take him back into your life or not.

You awkwardly give him a wave and his heart beats faster. Maybe he should turn the other way – no he needs to do this, even if you tell him to get lost forever.

"Hi," he breathes stopping only a few feet in front of you.

"Hi gyu, heard you love me or whatever."

His smile widens at your words. He really does love you and if he has to spend days, weeks, months, even years reminding you he will.

"Yeah I do love you."

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[asagi-red-wolf]

We all knew this was gonna happen so here’s an AU absolutely no one wants

Vivziepop-Yuri On Ice

wait no hear me out

Stolas the bored and lonely silver-haired charmer who’s attracted entirely to One Mess On Skates with massive self-esteem issues except Blitz’s anxiety presents as anger more than it does nervousness or depression but Stolas doesn’t know this at first (this poor child is in for An Awakening and not just a sexual one)

Blitz begrudgingly works at a hotel to pay bills and help out his twin sister, who’s in rehab after her own skating career was upended by a teenage injury, he’s kinda miserable all the time, and one of the reasons why seems to practically live at the hotel, it’s name is Angel and it’s A Problem but more on that later

Stolas: Starting today I’m going to be your coach!

Blitz: ...fuck off

The thing is, Blitz does admire Stolas, but he keeps it a closely guarded secret and he’s 100% sure Stolas is only there to humiliate him- he’s not sure how yet, but he’ll figure it out at some point

He’s also partly mad that Stolas is retiring because No, Blitz’s entire life goal was to steal your gold medals you coward and now what huh???

I actually feel like Stolas and Viktor would be weirdly similar in their- let’s call them “methods”, Stolas’s good-natured-but-ultimately-shitty-coaching-tactic teasing is right in line with Mr. Piggy Comments and I’ll be surprised if Blitz manages a full year with this man and never purposely steps on him even one time

Blitz is fine with eros though, it’s agape he has to learn, and oof that’s not easy for anyone involved....

All of this, ofcourse, is compounded by the fact that at the last GPF banquet Blitz absolutely threw himself half-naked against Stolas and most definitely dragged him to his hotel room for a night Stolas would never forget and Blitz would never remember- spoiler alert, he was absolutely a hundred times drunker than Stolas thought he was and Blitz doesn’t even remember there was a banquet in the first place

Meanwile, The Problem living in the hotel is Angel, who’s A Threat to everything Blitz holds dear

Because Angel is a fucking prodigy because ofcourse he is

That man hasn’t failed to place on the podium a single time since entering the senior division at barely-eighteen and it makes Blitz froth with rage, it feels like every competition that’s unfortunate enough to contain both Angel and Stolas is just a dick measuring contest to see who can do the most quads and score the best composition points, Stolas always edges out a win but the gap has been getting frighteningly small lately and Blitz is worried that his dream of being the first one to rip the gold off of that pretty motherfucker’s neck is going to be some blonde bimbo who gets everything he wants because he bats his eyes and looks like an ange- ooooh that’s where his name comes from....

Meanwile, Angel is completely unaware that this “rivalry” exists and honestly couldn’t care less about Stolas, the one he cares about is named Alastor, who is also constantly a front runner, but doesn’t climb quite as high or quite as fast as Angel does, something Angel personally believes is because of 1. Alastor growing up in New Orleans where skating just isn’t really A Thing like it is in New York and 2. Alastor being stiff

Alastor does dance with emotion but it’s always the same two or three emotions, he never really gets sensitive like Angel and Stolas do, he has the raw power but he lacks fluidity and grace and sometimes his composition falls flat compared to the more heart-pulling types of things Angel and Stolas compose for

Angel keeps hoping to get Alastor’s attention if he can keep beating him- because he seems competitive that way- but Alastor won’t give him the time of day, so one day he decides he’s going to force Alastor to pay attention to him by offering to be his coach

Something Alastor responds to with a very quick “Ha! No,”

Angel is half stunned, half furious, HE FUCKING FLEW TO CANADA FOR THIS SHIT?!!?

The thing is, Alastor isn’t really skating with any motivation, he’s not trying to be an Olympic athlete or anything, he doesn’t really care about winning, it’s just what his hyperfixation has been for most of his life and he’s good at it and he’s still very young so he’s doing this wile he figures himself and his future out, it’s not the same all-consuming “Win or die” situation Angel is in, where Angel had to constantly claw at the leaderboard like his life depended on it because it fucking did, because the only reason he was allowed to keep skating is because he was getting recognition from an early age and starting to earn money with it and he had it drilled into his head that if he lost he would be forced to quit

Skating is Angel’s entire life, but it’s only a temporary fixture of Alastor’s

And that kinda... breaks Angel a little bit

He really thought he had found someone- in his own age bracket and with his level of skill- that he could bond with, who felt the same way he did, loved the same things he loved, but.... no

It’s lonely, it’s isolating, and it’s actually embarrassing that Angel had been so confident his coaching speech would work only to be turned down and then told that Alastor doesn’t really care about improving in the first place

It’s all.... alot....

And that’s- surprisingly- what gets Alastor’s attention

Angel is on top of the world, there isn’t a person in figure skating who isn’t clamoring for his attention, so why is he so lonely? Why is he so sad?

Alastor is dreadfully bored with life, everything is always the same, he aches for change but has such limited interests- and limited finances, skating is expensive and moving to Canada as barely an adult to continue pursuing it is even more so- that he can’t do much to improve that bleakness

Angel has provided him with something that makes him feel..... curious again though, so he catches Angel before he leaves and agrees to let Angel coach him, on the condition that he NOT try to push anything on Alastor that’s even remotely sensual- Alastor has made it this far in a “romantic” sport without showing a single hint of love or lust and he intends to keep it that way, thank you

Angel is all too happy to agree, and they find out that they’re a strangely good match, Alastor is a calming presence who actually listens to Angel instead of writing him off as a ditzy blonde with nothing going on in his brain, and Angel is compassionate and very supportive of Alastor’s asexuality and how he wants to represent it- something Alastor can’t say anyone else in his hobby/career has been thus far, they work well together and communicate with surprising ease, a stark contrast to The Mess going on between Blitz and Stolas who barely get their shit together before it almost falls apart again, atleast at first, they get it together eventually- and eventually Alastor decides.... maybe this is where he’ll stay

He hasn’t really grown much fonder of skating, he’s learned to appreciate a few new things about it but that’s really it, but.... he has grown much fonder of Angel, and, you know, he hyperfixates, skating has been his fixation for years, now that fixation is Angel, and skating just happens to come along with it, so what’s there to complain about?