#i need a dino in my life

[yyiimmppyy]

Is Josiah even a janitor?

And yeah this totally stemmed from my love for Dino

What if I made a mouthwashing janitor oc. Someone needs to clean up the mess(and I can add to my collection of janitor ocs)(i wish I was kidding...)

[toasterdrake]

perfect world where chaos theory season 2 has the camp fam stumble across a dino reserve in africa run by dave and roxie. and firecracker and angel and rebel are there. and mae and pierce too. and like every dino from mantah corp 🙏

[dino--draws]

grips table. I need to make tbgo dragon scries. For my health

[hyperfixatingonsmth]

as a texas f1 fan, im petitioning for williams to have logan and alex try terry blacks bbq.

[spoofyleaf]

sometimes I remember the fact that at the ripe age of 9, I felt ashamed for watching and loving Lego Ninjago, bc I felt like I was "too old" for the show, and it was targeted for a "younger audience". (this went for most of my in general) and how Older Me would look back and cringe at the fact I enjoyed these "children shows/ things".

And now, as an Adult, I see how absolutely ridiculous that sentiment was. And to this day I still enjoy "children shows/ things" (LMK, TOH, mythology, dinosaurs, etc.,).

Like no- now all i want to do is look back and whisper "you will still enjoy these things in the future, and you will even create so much art of the things you find interesting. You will go to college for some of these things. Enjoying harmless things isn't childish."

[okaratauri]

I’m getting up early to go train with my old Taekwondo nationals team mate and maybe our instructor to get on track for our Black belt. My mentor recently died so the school is being taken over by his Master before him and that Master wants to get us our black belts since we’ve been Bodans for like 6 years XD but since covid I fell out of my peak condition and so long story short this is gonna S U C K. I got nauseous during a WARMUP on Thursday 💀 and I threw up for the first time working out in years two months ago after doing TWO DRILLS. It’s pathetic. Ima look pathetic, but I have to start sometime 😭 I just hope I don’t get sick again

[kujakumai]

The finale of season two of GX is that Kenzan astral projects into becoming his spiritual dinosaur self and then flying into space with pepsiman to fight a laser beam. This makes so little sense it has rendered me speechless.

[vcrnons]

[st4rrmii]

Thinking about Lucien and Ben talking to their past selves and specifically talking to EACH OTHER'S past selves (Like Big Ben talking to Lil Lu and vice versa) and the fact that they would both cry probably is somewhat sending me I should draw that

[albino-parakeet]

Llyr’s backstory

(I am in no way a writer so this probably sucks lol)

Llyr’s character sheet

The fan Dinosaur Season that this follows for context.

Immediately after Llyr had fallen, they were adopted by a group of moths following an older sky kid that called themself a guide. Despite Llyr being a cautious moth, they had somehow managed to fall behind during the group's travel through the Hidden Forest. With very little light, they sought refuge in one of the small caverns from the eroding rain. After waiting for an undetermined amount of time, they decided to see if the cavern they hid in had a way out of the rain and possibly a place with other sky kids. Fumbling around in the dark, Llyr traveled through the small connecting tunnels for what felt like hours until finally seeing sunlight.

What they see is not a Sky landscape they’ve become accustomed to. A large rolling plain, similar to prairie, that stretches far from sight scattered with a few boulders but surround by walls of stone that extend high into the sky where only a large opening has sunlight beaming down. The sense of awe is cut short by a very low thunderous noise that shakes their whole body. Llyr turns their head and is met with a creature with a neck too long to be normal and a beak that makes up most of its head towering over them, it walks on all fours but has wings for its front limbs. Llyr is frozen in panic, unsure of what to do until the creature snaps it’s beak near them grazing their left arm with a loud *POP*. Llyr still weak from the rain and no light source in sight to give them a chance to recharge, they break into a full sprint, maybe if they make it to one of the rocks they might be able to hide-

Before they know it, they’re lifted off the ground by their cape with a rough tug that causes them to release a sharp yell. They drop for a second only for the creature to grab them again quickly, readjusting it’s hold to Llyr’s mid section holding them horizontally. The pain is blinding and they’re pretty sure something is broken, everything is blurring as the beast begins walking, it’s steps causing the pain to surge with each shift of its weight.

Llyr doesn’t know how long the creature has been walking due to their consciousness fading in and out, but a sudden force makes the beast stumble and drops Llyr with a screech. They expect the intense pain of hitting the ground but are met with someone’s catch. The softness is a welcoming feeling but is quickly removed as their savior places them on something sturdy, warm, and… alive? Llyr opens their eyes and sees a scene out of some kind of book. Their savior, which looks like a burly Shepard is waving a large staff at the winged beast, and is accompanied with another creature they’ve never seen before. It’s head is adorned with horns and positions it’s four legs into an unmovable stance next to the Shepard, occasionally thrustings it’s head at the threat when it reaches too close.

It doesn’t take long for the beast to realize it’s at a disadvantage and quickly gallops (ah no wonder running didn’t work) in the opposite direction before taking off with one big thrust against the ground with its forelimbs. A call echos through the valley and becomes quieter as the beast glides further away. Llyr loses consciousness as the Shepard starts feverishly jogging back to them.

They awake in a small room, their simple mask and ripped brown cape neatly folded on a small table next to the makeshift bed they sit up from. Bandages are wrapped neatly around where the thing’s beak had them in its grip, and a sling for the arm it snapped at, guess it did more than just graze it. Filtered sunlight spills through a window. How long were they out for? Where am I? Their thoughts are interrupted by the door being opened slowly with a person���s head peering in, and then opened fully when seeing Llyr sitting up.

It’s the Shepard that saved them, he grabs a chair from the corner and pulls it up beside the bed. He’s obviously relieved they’re awake but still has intense worry plastered on their face as they talk. Unfortunately anything he asks Llyr doesn’t understand, either it’s a dialect or a completely different language either way all of it sounds like gibberish to them. The Shepard comes to this realization by the third or fourth question as Llyr’s face becomes more upset, and just sighs before gesturing to Llyr’s abdomen; making a wrapping motion with his hands.

The pain is almost immediate once the first couple bandages are removed, seems like the pressure was keeping it in check. It makes Llyr lose their breath and instinctively grabs The Shepard’s shoulder tight with their free hand in effort to communicate the pain. The Shepard stops for a second, softly saying something that sounds like an apology, and then yells over his shoulder towards the door. Loud footsteps grow closer until a person, similar in build to the Shepard, practically slams into the side of the door frame in a half effort to stop without falling over. The person exchanges a few words with The Shepard, it almost sounds like an argument they’ve probably had when Llyr was asleep.

The two calm down and the new person makes a gentle swatting motion towards the Shepard’s hands; grabbing the bandages themself. Llyr is prepared for the pain to continue but is surprised by how slow and meticulous they remove each wrapping. It takes maybe an hour for all of the dressing to be unwrapped without causing Llyr any unnecessary pain, and what they are met with is a large painful scar cutting a clear path across the width of their abdomen staring back at them. It’s healed for the most part but is still trying to scab over in some areas, they can’t see their back but they can guess that it bears a similar wound.

The person, that Llyr finds out later is The Shepard’s partner, pulls out a little box full of medicinal herbs and the like from under the small table beside the bed. They both seem to mull over what to use before finally picking out a small jar, unscrewing the cap to reveal a cream with a very pungent smell. Llyr is obviously suspicious of the odd smelling ointment, but the two in front of them have been nothing but helpful and as far as they know the only ones taking care of them. So reluctantly they allow The Shepard to apply the cream. It stings at first but as the other spreads it more evenly, the pain numbs and becomes more of a light pressure.

After waiting for the cream to dry, the Shepard’s partner rewraps Llyr’s abdomen with fresh bandages, but not as tight as before. The worried couple offer some kind of sliced fruit to get Llyr to eat something. Even though Llyr doesn’t technically need to eat, they do so to ease the two’s worry a little. The fruit is tart and definitely has an interesting texture but tastes heavenly after all that pain. Making sure Llyr is comfortable the couple start to make their leave to let them rest, leaving a small gold bell decorated with a white feather atop the small side table. The Shepard points to the bell, doing a ringing motion and then points to himself before closing the door on the way out.

The sunlight outside shines in a way that suggests it’s maybe midday, but enduring the pain of their wound being redressed had spent whatever energy they had left. As Llyr gets under the covers, they wonder how the group they were traveling with was doing. Did they even know they went missing? Are they looking for them? Do they care? Sleep takes hold before Llyr’s thoughts spiral any further.

The passing days are a blur spent mainly in bed resting or sitting on the small house’s porch over looking the surrounding landscape, usually they’re accompanied by The Shepard’s partner. Due to the language barrier Llyr doesn’t know his name, but Llyr calls him “The Painter” on account of them always having an easel set up when Llyr makes the journey outside. The Shepard is gone for a good amount of the daytime, taking care of a herd of those horned creatures takes a lot of walking around apparently. The Painter had invited them to sit on the porch steps one afternoon to wait for The Shepard’s return. Llyr hadn’t notice at first but The Painter is missing his left leg. They motion to it, trying to emote their curiosity about the missing limb. The Painter seems a little hurt, gripping at where the prosthetic meets the stump. Llyr immediately flails their free arm in an effort to say "No don't worry about it! I'm sorry for bringing it up!"

But is soon interrupted by The Painter's deep laugh at Llyr’s flailing that makes the dampened mood a little lighter. He reaches for the small sketch pad and pencil placed next to him and starts drawing simple stick figures. Llyr scoots closer so they can see the sketch pad easier. He doodles scenes of what looks like a war he was an unwilling soldier for, hinted by the multiple “x”s and sad faces he scribbled on the top of the page. Apparently something happened during one clash, ending with The Painter sent to a medical tent; waking up missing his left leg. The cot next to him was occupied by a soldier in a similar predicament, having a stump where his right arm should be. Days turned to weeks and the thought of having to be returned to the battlefield grew more of a possibility as more wounded filled the space only for them to be thrown back to the fight a few days later. What some of the nurses have whispered, their side had been losing and instead of surrendering; have been pushing the wounded as fodder. The soldier next to him finally spoke up later that night, his voice hush and full of fear. He told of a rumor, a place they could escape to, where others running from the war had found refuge. The idea was crazy, especially in their conditions, but it was better than staying and being forced to fight in the never ending chaos. So the next night they stole what supplies they could carry and snuck out, their nights were spent stumbling through the wreckage of previous battles still littered with weapons and armor; days spent hiding to rest in fear of being captured. It took what felt like forever before they finally arrived to the entrance of a cavern- Llyr too engrossed in the little doodles doesn’t hear a distant roar far from view. The Painter puts the sketch pad aside, a small chuckle escapes his lips before giving Llyr a reassuring pat on the back and points to the distance as the herd crests a small hill. A cacophony that brings a smile to Llyr’s face as it’s become the sound of home to them for the past month. The light sound of their bells that hang from their necks being a juxtaposition to the horned animals size and strength. Each animal sports 4 gold like horns longer than arms length, the brow horns curving up while the slightly longer horns on top of its’ crest curve out. They tower over Llyr and are still pretty sizable compared to The Shepard and Painter, the animals’ adorned crests adding to their size. As the herd disperses more, The Shepard is in eyesight giving a large arcing wave with his right wooden arm and an excitable jog towards the house, a black fuzzy puffball is cradled in his left arm.

(I’ll continue this in another post cause it’s getting long lol. But this is the first of it)

[cheollipop]

I have so much to say about the svt concept photos, but I will go about my day as a perfectly sane human being

[skyland2703]

you really thought I wouldn't notice that you wrote the cutest fizzy fanfic ever?

Juuuuust doin my job here 🤭💚💜💚💜

[otlwoozi]

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[chancheols]

I am normal and sane and okay and fine and normal and indifferent and neutral and cool and aloof and

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

🧸 first of all, HAPPY RUBYREDUJI DAY??!’ kkbbj?!?!!? secondly, i would like to request an nsfw drabble~ for dino or hoshi with a breeding kink (because im 100% sure these 2 have one) and them being really obsessive in a sense like “you’re mine” typa thing!! like having a quickie after a member’s birthday and you’re just fucking in the car with your formal wear riding dino’s cock, would love how you could write this 👁️ thank you jj if you do my request! 🥰 have a good day hehe

— join the sleepover!! 🧸️

summary: chan loves his friends, he does not love when his friends are all over his girlfriend

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, car sex, rough sex, dom!chan, possession/jealousy, breeding kink, choking  wc: 2.1k an: not affiliated w/ misamo but still stream do not touch. i tried to make chan be possessive without being like overly toxic jdfskla i hope it worked

You look good tonight. Too good.

It’s been driving Chan crazy since you two left the house; your figure wrapped in your short, tight satin dress, the maroon color popping against your skin. If it was up to Chan he wouldn’t have even let you leave the bedroom.

Alas, you two had plans and you wouldn't allow Chan to skip his hyung’s birthday party, especially when the hyung is Seungcheol. So here you two are, in the middle of a rented out venue, celebrating Seungcheol’s birthday.

The issue with having you as girlfriend is that all of the boys adore you and Chan…well Chan is unfortunately a very jealous person.

His eye twitches as he watches you serve the cake to the boys, each of them shooting you big smiles, their hands lingering on yours a little too long as they take the plate from you. Twelve touchy men who are not Chan, having their hands all over someone who should be for Chan only…he’s not sure he’ll make it out of the night alive.

“Babe you want some?” Chan’s forced out of his fuming to see you staring at him, holding out a piece of cake. Chan smirks and stands, taking the plate and wrapping an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah sure, thanks babe,” Chan says. You send your boyfriend a confused look but ignore him, brushing him off to dish out the rest of the cake.

“You know,” Joshua says as he stands up as well, “you really don’t have to be doing that. Here let me.” Joshua’s hand clasps around your wrist, sliding down to your hand to take the knife from you. He rests a hand on your back, his body a little too much in your personal space.

“Oh no Josh, I’m fine!” You assure him but Joshua persists.

“C’mon, let me do the rest. You just sit down and keep looking pretty okay,” Joshua tells you with a wink. 

You roll your eyes as you sit down, but Chan doesn’t miss the slight grin on your face and his eyes narrow at the man now serving the cake. Joshua either doesn’t notice, or pretends not to.

The rest of the night Chan can barely rest, too busy shooing his friends away from his girlfriend. Everytime Chan is able to turn one hyung away, a new one is all over you, and everytime Chan pushes them away, you give him a strange look. 

By the time the night is winding down, Chan is all fired up. His final breaking point is seeing Seungcheol hug you goodbye, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he does so. Chan’s eyes burn into your back, glaring at where Seungcheol’s hands rest in the small of your back.

As soon as Chan bids the eldest man goodbye, he quickly ushers you to the car where you look at him with exasperation.

“What has been wrong with you this whole night?” You ask.

“You! No, I’m sorry, not you. Well yes you, because you look so good in that dress and it’s driving me crazy, but everyone else! That’s what’s been wrong with me.”

“You have an issue…with your friends?”

Chan groans. He doesn’t understand how you don’t get it. “I have an issue with their hands all over you. You’re mine, they can get their own girlfriends.”

Chan knows he sounds childish, but he can’t help it. Not when he can’t get the image of Vernon’s hand on your arm or Soonyoung’s thigh brushing up against yours out of his mind.

“Chan,” you start, but Chan cuts you off.

“Do you know how good you look? I’ve been dying to ravish you since the moment you stepped out of the bedroom. And everyone’s had their hands all over you. Everyone but me. Isn’t that unfair, baby?” Chan’s body leans in closer to you as he talks, his voice dropping to a whisper at the end.

Without waiting for an answer, Chan starts to press kisses to your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the last. If you were to push Chan away right now and tell him to stop, he would start the car and drive you two back to your place no problem, but from the shuddered breath you take, Chan doesn’t think that’ll be the case. All it takes is for you to tilt your neck slightly to give Chan more access and he’s pouncing on you.

Chan doesn’t waste a moment connecting your lips, kissing you deeply. His hand slides over your clavicle, restings against your bare skin as his thumb grazes against your neck. You kiss him fiercely, a desperation hidden under it.

“Chan-” you gasp out, pulling away from your boyfriend. “I need you now, I can’t wait.”

Chan groans slightly, his cock stirring in his dress pants. A small part of him feels victorious as he reaches over to push your car seat back, giving him space to crawl over to the passenger side and lean your seat back. He gets to have you like this, needy and impatient in the venue’s parking lot, while the rest of his friends have to go home, alone.

Chan places a knee on the seat to brace himself as he leans down to kiss you harder, a hand cupped around the back of your neck, his fingertips playing at the hair on your nape. Your own hands fumble at his neck, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as well as you can with minimal focus. Your hips squirm in your seat until they connect with Chan’s knee, and you grind down, finally getting some relief to your aching core.

You start to whine as Chan trails his kisses down your throat and to your chest, his mouth on the top of the curve of your breast.

“Such a pretty girl,” Chan coos in between kisses. “In this sexy little dress, teasing me all night. Nobody could keep their hands off you, let alone their eyes.” Chan reaches up to push the thin straps of your dress down your arms, pushing the top of your dress down until your boobs are left bare.

Chan’s mouth is hot as he wraps his lips around your nipple, his tongue darting out to flick at the bud. Your body shivers, your back arching up slightly at the contact. Your hands fly up to grip at Chan’s strong shoulders, your fingers bunching up his dress shirt. Your hips grind down harder as you cry out.

“You’re so sensitive baby,” Chan mumbles against your skin. “Are you that worked up?”

“Yes,” you whine. “I need you so bad. Stop teasing me Channie.” 

Chan chuckles, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your jaw, before reaching down to unzip his pants. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, not bothering to fully take his pants off. You’re clearly not in the mood to wait for him to do so, and Chan would be lying if he said he wasn’t also dying to get inside of you.

You stare up at your boyfriend with hooded eyes as Chan jerks his length to full mast. He then reaches down, pushing your legs further apart so he can brush his fingers up against your clit. Your breath shudders at the feather light touch and you push your hips forward in hopes to gain more friction.

“Look how desperate you are for my cock,” Chan smirks. “You’re soaked, baby.”

“Chan,” you whine. 

Chan chuckles at you before pushing your panties to the side, not bothering to strip you either. He lines himself up, his tip sitting against your entrance.

“Chan just fuck me,” you beg.

“Not yet, baby. You gotta tell me what you know I wanna hear. Can’t you do that for me, doll?”

Chan is expecting some push back from you, but instead you quickly blurt out the words Chan’s been wanting to hear all night, “You’re the only one that matters. No one even exists when I have you. Don’t need anyone other than you and your cock, don’t want anyone other than you and your cock. I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, such a good girl,” Chan groans as he finally allows his hips to push forward, his cock sliding into your dripping pussy. You moan as you feel the stretch of your walls around his cock, your fingers once again gripping onto Chan.

Chan’s mind blanks out a moment, the pleasure of your warm, wet cunt squeezing him already too much for him to handle. With a deep breath Chan steadies himself and gets to work thrusting into you. Your legs clamp around his waist and he grips one of your thighs with a strong hand, holding you place as he slams into your cunt over and over again.

You reach up, tugging on Chan’s tie and pulling him down to connect your lips once more. Your lips pressed together drowns out your whimpers as Chan licks into your mouth, pushing his tongue into your mouth. The only sound filling up the car now being the wet squelch of Chan’s cock sliding in and out of your leaking cunt.

Chan pops his mouth off yours once more, moving his mouth to your neck where he starts to nip at your sensitive areas. “Fuck baby, your cunt is so tight. Squeezing the life out of me.”

“You feel,” you gasp in between your words, “so good Channie.”

Despite the dark night outside of the car, the street lights glowing through the fogged up windows gives Chan the perfect view of your fucked out face and the way your tits bounce with each thrust. You look fucking amazing, but Chan thinks you could look even better.

Without warning, Chan pulls out of you completely, and you let out a gasp that quickly turns into a whine. Chan pats your thigh, “Turn over.”

You quickly follow the command, turning over so your knees are braced on the seat and your face is pressed into the headrest, your hands clamped down on the shoulders of the seat. Chan hikes your dress up your back, revealing your pussy to him, and he lines himself up once more before slamming into you unceremoniously.

Your moans quickly resume as Chan plows into you, harder and faster this time. He grips your waist tightly, no doubt bruising you in the process. Chan’s tip hits against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body, and he can feel the way your walls clench down on him. Chan can’t have you cumming just yet, though.

Your boyfriend reaches forward, his hand sliding over your throat as he leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “Can’t cum yet, doll. Not when you were being a bad girl tonight.”

“P-please,” you beg. “Let me cum. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Then you gotta say it baby. Let me hear it.” Chan’s fingers press a bit harder against your neck. 

“Fuck,” you whine. “I’m yours. All yours and only yours and nobody else’s. Nobody else can touch me when I have you.”

Chan grins and picks up the brutal pace of his hips. “That’s fucking right. You’re mine. They can all flirt with you and do whatever they want, but at the end of the day it’s my cock you’re being ruined on.”

“C-can I cum, please?”

“Are you gonna let me finish inside of you? Give you all my cum so I can knock you up and they can all see who you really belong to? Who this cunt belongs to?”

“Yes, yes!” You cry out. “Cum in me. Claim my pussy as yours.”

Chan groans, your words going straight to his cock. “Shit baby girl, cum all over my cock.”

At Chan’s words your cunt squeezes tightly around him, your walls pulsing against his cock as you reach your high. The feeling sends Chan over the edge as well, spilling his seed into you. His hand drops down from your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder, panting as his hips stutter inside you.

“Such a good girl,” Chan mutters. “Letting me breed her pretty pussy.”

When you two finally come down from your highs and Chan helps you clean up with some spare napkins in his glove box you two sit in the car, waiting for the windows to defog.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in this parking lot,” you mutter.

“You’re the one who begged me,” Chan says, not willing to take the blame for this one.

“Well it’s your fault for practically jumping me in a jealous fit of rage. You know the boys are only like that to rile you up,” you tell him.

“Yeah,” Chan admits, before smirking, “but are you really complaining about the outcome?” Chan’s eyes flick down to your lap, the knowledge that his cum is currently leaking out of your pussy into your panties present in both of your minds.

You blush and look away from him. “Just drive us home.”

Chan laughs, knowing that no, you’re not complaining at all.

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[sinofwriting]

Clingy - Ollie Bearman

Words: 1,211 Summary: Ollie just wants to touch his girlfriend. Which is a bit of a problem when the public doesn’t know about your relationship. (Requested)

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Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. The sky is blue, Charles Leclerc is a future world champion, and Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. Those are facts of life as far as he is concerned.

But honestly he dares anyone to not adore her. She’s perfect. Her eyes shine, lighting up and nearly glittering. She listens attentively to everything and everyone. Her hand perfectly fits in his. She always has a sarcastic comment on hand. He has hundreds of thousands of things he loves about her, adores about her, and they all make her perfect.

And it’s hard for him to pick one thing he loves the most about her. There’s the excitement on her face that greets him every time they see each other. Or how she rubs at his earlobe when they fly together. Maybe it’s how she knows all of his favorite things, from snacks, candy, music. But really, it’s the way she lets him cling to her.

He always has to be touching her. It embarrasses everyone they know, the way he just clings to her, gluing himself to every inch of her that he can. His parents, his mom especially, pleads with him to give her space, to let her breath, but he can’t help but touch. Her best friend, every time she sees them, always groans, telling them to get a room. Dino’s face screws up in disgust, usually mock. And she just laughs, running a hand over him, leaning more into him, silently letting him know that it’s fine and that she wants him to touch.

But now, she won’t let him touch, cling, and he pouts.

“Baby,” He whines, reaching out for her, but she stays where she is. “Ollie, if you touch me now, you won’t stop.” “I know.” Her hand comes up to rub at her chest. “And you can’t do that or fans will find out.” He shakes his head. “They won’t! We’re only around Prema and they all know not to post photos of us.” She looks unsure. “No fans will be able to see us. Please let me hold you. And I’ll stop as soon as we leave this area.” She still looks unsure but opens her arms, stepping forward and he quickly meets her.

His arms wrap around her tight, hands finding their way underneath her shirt, to get some much-needed skin contact.

“This is so much better.” He breathes, eyes closing as he lets the feel of her wash over him.

Thirty minutes later when they move to go to Prema’s motorhome, he doesn’t stop touching her. His arm slung around her shoulder, keeping her close as he kept dipping his head down to brush his lips across the top of her head, no matter how difficult it makes it to walk. He’s so wrapped up in her, and her in him, they both fail to notice the person taking a picture of them.

Then later when it’s dark and all the fans and press are gone, only the teams are allowed to still be at the track, a group of them all go to where the fans sit on camping chairs and blankets, sitting on the grass somewhat close together.

“This is nice.” She murmurs. He smiles, moving a little so she can rest against him. “Isn’t it? We don’t get to really ever hang out like this. I mean at restaurants and clubs, sure. But there’s never this many of us at the track together and chilling.” She looks around at the drivers that came with.

Dino, Paul, Jak, Christian and Pepe are all throwing something at each other. Luke watches them and is clearly trying not to laugh as they keep nearly dropping whatever they are throwing. Dennis is fiddling with his phone that's connected to the speaker he brought, Arthur standing behind him also looking at the phone screen.

“It’s a good group.” He laughs, “well, I would hope so since they are all my friends.” “You have more than I thought. Track friends.” She clarifies. “When we first got together, I thought maybe you’d have two or three. But you’ve got nine, they all are amazing.” “It’s too bad Fred couldn’t be here.” “Yeah.” She agrees. “But we’ll see him next week.”

He doesn’t really think about the day. It was just a normal Thursday, it was whatever. He went over the data he needed to, did a few interviews, did some funny stuff for socials. The two things that stick out are her being there and him being able to cling to her and the hangout they had.

He wakes up on Friday to his girlfriend not beside him, but rather standing at the foot of the bed. “What happened?” “A fan took a picture of us yesterday. And Christian posted a few photos on his Instagram story last night and in the very background you can see us.” “Fuck.” He breathes. “Yeah.”

“We’ll just have to be a bit more careful today.” He finally says, sitting up. She gives him a look, “I think it might be best if I stay here for the rest of the weekend, or just stay away from the track.” “What? No!” “Baby, I love that you want to touch me all the time. I would never change that about you.” She tells him, moving onto the bed and holding his hand. “But, we are supposed to be secret. And y’know, we tried me coming to a race and now we know that we can’t do that.” He thinks about her words for all of a second before shaking his head. “No.” “Ollie.” “No.” He tells her. “I know that we were supposed to wait until like August to be public, but it’s not like everyone doesn’t already know that I’m signed with Haas for next year. And I’ve already signed the contract with them. They can’t rip it apart because of this.”

He sighs when she doesn’t say anything, carefully taking her face in between his palms. “Let me worry about what Haas might or might not do. This is on me after all for being clingy.” Her hands come up, fingers wrapping around his wrists. “I love that you're clingy.” Ollie smiles, blood rushing to his face at the quiet words. “It will be okay.” He tells her, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Promise.” “Okay.” She agrees, smiling at him. “Just promise me that you won’t put your hand in my back pocket.” His eyes widened, “You can’t ask me to do that. That’s like asking me not to kiss you.” Her nose wrinkles as he presses a kiss to it. “I can ask that. I don’t think we need pictures of us with your hand on my ass.” He pouts, hands moving from her face to her hips, giving them a squeeze. “But it’s so nice.” He whines before sighing. “Fine. But only if I can put my hand under your shirt.” “Well, I can’t deprive you of everything.” “Exactly.” He grins. She shakes her head, but there’s a smile playing on her lips as she gets off the bed, extending a hand out to him. “C’mon baby, let’s get ready for our first appearance as a couple.”