#it’s hot redbull I guess

[anniteslifine]

trinket jar doodles (again) with a brush i don’t use!! cause brush experimentation usually helps with my art block and they’re easy to doodle

first humans i think i’ve posted on tumblr, i don’t draw them often lol

[leclercwriting]

rb admin | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

everyone wants to know who's the rb admin

masterlist

maxverstappen1

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caption: good weekend after a long time

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redbullracing: congratulations maxie!

user83: rb admin is really in love with max

user32: who's the rb admin??

danielricciardo: not me

landonorris: I'm gonna get u mate. spa is waiting for me

maxverstappen1: of course

redbullracing: NO U ARE NOT GONNA GET HIM.. HE'S MADMAX

user84: redbull admin chill����

landonorris: rb admin scares me

y/n.user: dududu

danielricciardo: max verstappen

user27: wtf is y/n

user81: maybe rb admin??

user09: nooo way

y/n.user

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caption: who's gonna be my max verstappen to my dudududu

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bff2: I can be

maxverstappen1: sorry she's taken

user84: MAX VERSTAPPEN?!

user9: uhm this is very weird

user5: does anyone know what is going on

danielricciardo: you already have ur max verstappen

y/n.user: i knooow. But I want one in the female version so we can root for the real max verstappen on race weekend

victoriaverstappen: 🖐

y/n.user: vic

landonorris: am I slow? I have no clue who tf is this girl

user3: she's probably dating max

user2: maybe rb admin?

redbullracing

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user73: wait, I saw that girl on the tv and I have no clue who she is

user71: I think her name is y/n and she's supposed to be rb admin

y/n.user: hey, its me

y/n.user: max deserved this victory

user36: girl answer!! Are u rb admin??

user9: she's chosing silence

danielricciardo: congrats to max

user2: we need to see rb admin

redbullracing: u might see him/her soon😘

user6: the emoji😭😭😭

maxverstappen1

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caption: so this is the rb admin. Hope yall like her. She's cool I guess

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redbullracing: she's really cool xx

maxverstappen1: ofc xx

user737: OMG

user3: she's so beautiful

user83: max how did u get her lol

landonorris: maximilian dating his co-worker... nothing new

user637: jealous lando

y/n.user: lando stop crying

user6: she's eating up the whole paddock

user73: I love her

user2: I knew rb admin is gonna be hot and cool

y/n.user: thanks babe xx

y/n.user

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caption: soo I guess that everyone knows that I'm rb admin. Hey

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maxverstappen1: my babyyy

y/n.user: love youuu

user83: omg I'm melting

landonorris: ew I'm not

danielricciardo: lando we need to find u a gf

user737: THE MAX BLANKET

user2: I know that everyone loves the max blanket but can we talk about how we saw the rb admin everywhere but no one noticed?!

y/n.user: I'm like a ninja or assassin

danielricciardo: yeah you are

user63: danny being friends with max's girlfriend makes si much sense

y/n.user: he's only trying to get the rb place

user62: I'm not going to shut about them like ever. They're so cute

user73: cutest couple award

[eloves-writes]

🤍 with Max verstappen. 🌶🌶 pretty pretty please

i really really enjoyed writing this one🫡🫡

song lyric prompt: “oh i’ve never done it, let’s make it cinematic” naked in manhattan ~ chappell roan 🤍

warnings: loss of virginity, sex, fingering, swearing

minors dni

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“you are serious? you haven’t done it before?”

you shook your head.

max looked at you incredulously. he was supposed to be helping you practice different circuits on the racing sim since you were new to the team, but as it had gotten later at the redbull factory, you’d ended up sat on the floor next to the sim talking to max endlessly about your careers as he demonstrated his best laps for you. conversation was easy with him; as intimidating he seemed on track, he was actually very talkative once he got started, and you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t listen to him talk for hours. whilst having a crush on your teammate wasn’t technically against the rules, it felt like a slight misstep, even thought it was practically impossible when max was so fucking hot. after a particularly impressive lap time, he’d remarked that that feeling was ‘better than sex’, and you replied jokingly saying you wouldn’t know, which had lead you here.

“you don’t have the time? you don’t want to?” he probed, apparently more interested in your lack of a sex life than finishing the mock practice session he’d started.

“um, i just haven’t, i guess,” you laughed awkwardly.

“wow,” he replied, raising his eyebrows. “you’re very beautiful, you know y/n. not to mention how talented you are on the track.”

“are you trying to tell me something, verstappen?” you joked, completely unserious and not expecting his reply at all.

“no. i’m … offering.”

your face dropped. “what?”

“there’s no one here. if you want to do it, why not do it with me?”

your brain short circuited. 3 time world champion max verstappen had just casually offered to take your virginity. he had an inarguable point; why not do it with him?

“ok,” you said simply, feeling like a complete rookie once again. you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

he was still in the driver’s seat of the sim, a wanting lust in his eyes. he had found you hot since the first time you got into the redbull car and overtook him on a flying lap, finishing the practice session just 2 tenths ahead of him; he had wanted to fuck you since you got out of the car afterwards and teased him about it.

“come here, schat,” he encouraged, motioning to his lap. you carefully stood up and straddled his lap.

“don’t look so nervous. i’m not gonna hurt you. unless you want me to,” he added with a smirk.

“i don’t think i’m there yet,” you laughed, easing into his lap more. “what do i do?”

“well have you kissed someone before?”

you embarrassingly shook your head; you didn’t think any of your teenage ‘kisses’ really counted towards anything.

“ok,” he said nonchalantly, tucking you hair behind your ear. “let’s start there then.”

he pressed his lips against yours, letting you get used to the feeling before you kissed him back, the movement coming to you instinctively. his hands remained firmly on your waist as he deepened the kiss, with his fingertips gripping you tightly as if he needed to hold you there. it felt like a movie scene, kissing him with such passion as the sunset cast golden streams of light through the large window at the other end of the room.

once you seemed equal parts comfortable and needy, max pulled away. “can i take your shirt off?”

“okay,” you replied. he lifted the redbull shirt over your head, revealing a plain but cute blue bra. you were glad you’d at least worn matching underwear, even if they weren’t particularly sexy. max ran a finger under one of the straps.

“can i take this off too?”

you nodded again. nobody had ever seen this much of you before. he expertly unfastened your bra, slowly taking it off you before throwing it to the floor with your shirt. his eyes darkened at the sight of your bare boobs.

“so perfect,” he commented, mostly to himself, before palming one side with his large hand. he gently pinched your nipple, watching it harden beneath his fingers and enjoying the soft gasp it elicited from you.

“take yours off,” you whispered as he continued to play with your nipples. you tugged at the bottom of his matching redbull shirt so he knew what you meant. he smiled at you before obliging, adding it to the growing pile of clothing. his chest was beautiful, toned to perfection but not too muscled, unlike his biceps that were thick from years of vigorous training. you knew he was bigger than you, but this visual confirmation made you involuntarily grind yourself against him.

he took this as a signal that you were ready to go further, helping you out of your jeans and underwear. you felt completely exposed, but it somehow turned you on even more knowing it was max you were exposed to. you sat back onto his lap, starting to worry about getting his jeans damp from your growing wetness. he placed a hand at the top of your thigh.

“i’m going to touch you, ok?” he said, making careful note of your body language and facial expressions in case you were uncomfortable. that was not the read he was getting; you wanted him, badly, and it was obvious.

“ok,” you breathed, his finger tracing the length of your wet cunt.

“all this for me, y/n? pretty girl.”

you murmured in agreement, completely lost in the moment. his fingers moved smoothly against your clit, making you moan out and place your hands on each of his shoulders to stable yourself as he begun to tease your hole, starting by inserting just one finger and pumping it gently in and out of you.

“feels good, max,” you confirmed, whimpering a little.

“going to put another in, ok? get you ready for me.”

he inserted another finger, your pleasure increasing, especially as he angled his hand so the heel of it bumped your clit as he fingered you. you’d touched yourself before, but having max do it was a completely different feeling and you found yourself releasing onto his hand sooner than you thought.

he coaxed you through your orgasm, telling you how good you were and encouraging you to cum until you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you came with a loud moan.

“you like that, schat? huh?,” he said as you came down, brushing your hair back behind your ears.

“yeah,” you managed. you felt unashamed of how needy you were for him.

he took your hand and placed it over his crotch. even restrained against his jeans, you could feel how big his hard cock was.

“that’s what you do to me,” he said, staring intensely into your eyes. “unzip my jeans, schat.”

you followed his order, unbuttoning the top and sliding down the zipper. he nodded, encouraging you to keep going. he moved his hips up so you could slide the jeans along with his boxer shorts down past his ass and push them down his legs just past where you sat. his cock hit his stomach, leaking a little precum from watching you orgasm minutes earlier. he ran a hand over himself, jerking it to show you that it wasn’t scary.

“can i?” you asked, nervous again. max nodded and you copied his movements, your hands much smaller than his.

“ok, baby,” he moaned, moving your hand away. “gonna make me finish before i even fuck you.”

“what do i do?” you asked again, eager to have him inside you.

he instructed you to place your knees either side of him on the race seat so you could hold yourself up, and lined himself up with your entrance. you sank down onto him, gasping at the way he filled you up.

“ok?” he asked, hands finding your waist again.

“yeah,” you replied. “feels weird. good weird.”

max laughed. “you want to start moving?”

you nodded and brought your hips up and back down again, sliding along his cock. “like that?”

“yeah like that. that’s good, baby.”

you did it again, feeling butterflies in your stomach and pleasure building up. max guided you up and down with his strong hands, never looking away from your perfect face and the expressions of pleasure that were gracing it. as he sensed you getting closer, he decided to help you and thrust his hips upward to match the pace you’d set for yourself, which slammed the tip of his dick into your g-spot and you really realised what sex was all about. it felt insanely good, bordering on too much but not crossing the line. max was getting close too; having his beautiful young teammate bouncing on his dick was really working for him, as he continued his praise of you.

“taking it so well, schat. so pretty, you feel so good,” he moaned.

his words pushed you over the edge, another orgasm washing over you and the fluttering of your walls as you came was enough to push max too, and he spilled out inside of you.

you both went still as you came down from your highs, panting and sweaty, yet each of you thought the other had never looked better.

“that was good, yeah?” max asked as you both re-dressed.

“really fucking good,” you laughed. “i see what i was missing out on now.”

he chuckled as he checked the size of the redbull shirt in his hand to determine which was yours and which was his. he threw the smaller one to you and you put it back on.

“you know, if you wanted to make this a regular thing, i would be happy to do that.”

you looked at him and smiled. “sure. thanks, by the way.”

he smiled back. “the pleasure’s mine, really.”

[themultifanshipper]

hatesex with Daniel Riccardo x reader 🟠 reader is a sister of either max or Norris lol whatever works for you but they're at a party then Daniel and reader get to a huge argument max/Lando told them to settle it privately so they went to the guest room to talk it out and I guess you know where the story goes from here (reader getting absolutely railed by Daniel)

It’s hard to make a name for yourself in motorsports when your last name is already famous, in the form of a three time formula one world champion.

Warnings: driver!reader, Verstappen!reader, bickering, Daniel is a real dick in this one guys, but so is reader, rancid vibes, smut, PinV sex, rough sex, kinda dubious consent at first, choking, y’all know the drill, basically fighting and fucking at the same time, it's something

(Also I forgot to put the first prompt in the fic but it's the viiibe)

You'd trailed behind him, following his every step (with a few years difference) and at the age of 21 you were starting your second year driving for VCARB.

You had met Daniel back when he and Max were teammates, and you immediately disliked him.

He flirted with everything that had a pulse, and he'd jokingly made a pass at you, and you'd gone straight to tell your brother.

You were 15.

It didn't go down well, at all.

On both sides. Max was furious at him for flirting with you, and Daniel was furious at you for snitching given that he had no idea Max was your brother.

You'd always been a hot-headed child. Using your mouth before your brain was your biggest flaw.

Then Daniel moved to Renault and you didn't see him again much after that.

But you vowed that if he was still in F1 by the time you got there, you would make his life a living hell.

And it was just your luck, Perez got fired at the beginning of 2023, Yuki was promoted, and your teammate Nyck was dropped mid season. Which meant that through some kind of fucked up twist of fate, Daniel Ricciardo was now your teammate. And to make matters worse, Redbull's circus pony also had the seat the year after.

You were the Verstappen project 2.0, and Daniel was a deeply resentful motherfucker.

Forget Senna and Prost, forget Brocedes, forget the old Verstappen-Ricciardo rivalry.

There was a new Verstappen in town, and she was worse than the last.

More aggressive, more petty, more youthful, and more talented (although Max would disagree with that last one).

Daniel didn't stand a fucking chance.

You'd even tried to buy each other out of the team, unsuccessfully.

But you did have one thing over him, and he didn’t even know it yet. Max was retiring after his 4th title, and you had been given his seat.

Max of course was good friends with Daniel, which made social situations quite awkward sometimes.

Like the party you were currently at.

You had won the last race, in Australia of all places, and there was a two week break during which Lewis (coming off the high of a p2 in a shitbox of a Mercedes) decided to throw a massive party in his penthouse.

Lewis knew how to throw a party, no one could deny that, but he seriously needed to be more careful what kind of scum he let through his front door.

That was your alcohol addled mind talking as you spotted Daniel walk in, stupid shirt open showing his stupid toned chest and stupid pants accentuating his slutty waist and stupid thick thighs…

That was also the alcohol talking.

Somehow you both ended up in the same circle on the patio along with a few other drivers.

The conversation inevitably steered towards Daniel's future in F1 given that he didn't yet have a contract for the 2025 season.

“So how does it feel being outperformed by not one, but two Verstappens in your career?”

You knew the question was petty and stupid and could only lead to another one of your regularly scheduled shouting matches, but you didn't give a shit.

He stopped mid-sentence and narrowed his eyes at you.

“And, how does it feel that you're in a backmarker team 14 years into your career, being overshadowed by someone in their second year?”

The silence was palpable, the other drivers were sipping their drinks and pretending they weren't listening.

Daniel was staring at you as if he couldn't believe you would dare start this shit in front of the others.

But you were drunk and loose lipped and right now you were capable of saying anything to rile him up.

Such as-

“And, hear me out, wouldn't it be funny if I got the Redbull seat before you do? And I didn’t even have to suck Christian's dick to get it!”

The fact that you were getting the other seat next year hadn't been revealed to the public yet, or the other drivers, or Daniel.

The words hit the group like a freight train, and you almost regretted opening your mouth, but the look on Daniel's face made it entirely worth it.

His nostrils flared and he slowly got up, didn't say a single word, and went back inside.

 The circle let out a collective breath.

“No comeback” you sighed, disappointed, downing the rest of your glass.

Lando, who was sitting next to you stared at you “Is it true about the Redbull seat?”

You smirked at him.

“Maybeee”

You stood up, brushed yourself off and followed Daniel inside, with the intention of getting another drink, when you were stopped in the hallway by your brother.

“What the fuck did you say to Daniel?” he hissed as he pushed you into the kitchen. “He’s angrily ranting about Christian and I just know you have something to do with it!”

You crossed your arms defiantly and stared at the neck of his polo shirt, avoiding his eyes.

“I might have mentioned something about him being washed and not being considered for next year’s Redbull's seat…” you shrugged “He's only angry because it's true”

Daniel chose that exact moment to walk into the kitchen, and when his eyes landed on you he scoffed.

“Getting scolded by your big brother now? Must be hard living in his shadow”

Once again, your mouth reacted quicker than your brain.

“That's rich coming from Redbull's talentless cash cow”

“You only just turned 21 and you're already drinking so much everything out of your mouth is bullshit-”

“Okay, that's it!” Max yelled.

He slammed his drink down next to yours on the counter and dragged you to the nearest guest room, motioning for Daniel to follow you.

“You two are actually driving me up the wall with this shit! I don't know why you hate each other so much but I am sick of the constant bickering. You are not coming out of this room until you find some way to get along!”

He slammed the door shut on his way out and you and Daniel were left in silence.

You just stared at each other, full of contempt.

“I hate you”

“Oh, I know! You’ve made that abundantly clear!”

Silence once again fell upon you because neither of you had anything constructive or remotely helpful to say, so you sat down on the bed and picked at your nails.

He just scoffed again and started pacing around the room.

You didn’t know how long the silence lasted, but it felt like it stretched on for at least ten good minutes before you decided you’d had enough.

You stood up abruptly, planning on storming out of there without a word, your brother be damned, when you stopped by Daniel speaking up before you’d even made it halfway across the room.

“Is true about the RedBull seat?”

You realized for the first time how shitty his situation actually was. And it probably wasn’t made any better by your constant insulting him. And breaking the news to him like that, in front of everyone was probably humiliating, and quite frankly a very shitty thing to-

“Because if it is you definitely don’t deserve it. It should go to a driver that’s earned it with experience, not Max’s second rate bitch of a sister”

Okay, never mind then.

You turned around to face him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem” he started, pushing himself off the wall he’d been leaning against “is that you don’t deserve that seat, I do.”

“Well despite you sucking Christian’s dick for a decade, he doesn’t agree.”

Daniel stepped towards you, towering over your frame menacingly but you continued “I’ve scored double the points in the first half of this season that you scored in your entire time at this team, so whether you like it or not, I’ll be taking Max’s seat next year.”

He growled and leaned down so that there was barely an inch between your faces. “Say that again, I dare you.”

“Which part? The part about me being better than you? Or the part about how you’ve been bending over for any team boss that’ll have you? It’s not exactl- mmf!”

He’d grabbed your neck and crashed his lips to yours, silencing the onslaught of painful truths he couldn’t accept.

You reflexively grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer, other hand weaving into his hair and pulling, making him grunt as he easily slipped his tongue into your eager mouth.

Fuck it felt good. It had been a while since you’d been able to find a random person who didn’t know who you were to have sex with, so you were slightly pent up. You could feel your body temperature rising as you started getting breathless, and Daniel bit your bottom lip.

You suddenly realised where you were and pushed him backwards roughly.

"I won in Australia"

“Fuck you” he panted.

“Never” you spat at him before attempting to walk past but he intercepted you and pushed you roughly onto the bed.

“Fuck you, fuck your trophy and fuck this fucking dress”

He took advantage of your disorientation to climb on himself and turn you over, hiking your hips up and shoving your dress up. 

“The fuck are you-“  you were interrupted by your panties being dragged down unceremoniously.

You gasped as a finger came to dip between your folds to feel the dampness that had pooled there. “Daniel don’t you fucking dare-“

“Pretty fucking wet for someone who claims to hate me” he slipped a finger in easily pumping it and out a couple of times before adding a second.

“I do hate you, and if you think anything you could possibly do will change that then you’re even more delusional than I thought” you managed to say through gritted teeth as he added a third, before undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out.

He popped the tip inside and slowly, inch by inch, slip into your tight heat.

I took everything you had in you to not make a sound, you refused to give him the satisfaction.

When he nudged your cervix you shuddered, but your lips stayed firmly sealed.

“Say the word and I’ll stop, sweetheart” he said, voice cracking with how good your walls felt around him, he’d waited for this moment for a long time.

You didn’t make a sound though, and he chuckled as he pulled out halfway.

“Thought so”

He thrusted back in roughly, making you choke on a moan as he continued at a relentless pace and his hips slapped against yours.

You whined quietly and he leaned over you, hips never faltering, to whisper in your ear “what was that beautiful? I didn’t quite catch it…”

After a particularly hard thrust you moaned properly for the first time and he laughed.

“Fuck you” you spat and his hand went to wrap into your hair to pull your head back as he mouthed at your neck.

“I am fucking you, and you’re going to come on my cock. Because even if you get the seat, I’ll get the satisfaction of knowing I have something Max doesn’t. This sweet fucking pussy, drooling helplessly around my cock while he’s in the other room.”

Each thrust was harder than the last, and your eyes were rolling back into your skull as you tried to maintain some sort of control.

But you were failing miserably, Daniel somehow hitting all the perfect spots as your legs gave out and you were forced to lay flat on the bed while Daniel pushed your head down into the pillows and he bullied his cock into your weeping cunt mercilessly.

“Daniel, fuck!” you whimpered, you high quickly approaching after the change of angle “Shit, I’m gonna…”

You were right on the edge, but Daniel pulled out suddenly, ripping your orgasm from your grasp.

“What-!”

He turned you over and pressed you into the mattress by your neck and shoved his cock back into you before you could protest further.

“I want to see you come undone on my cock, see your pretty face as you lose control.”

You gave him the most hate-filled look you could muster, but it quickly slipped away when he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen the angle.

Small whimpers escaped you despite you biting your lip to keep quiet.

That displeased Daniel greatly, so he grabbed your jaw and leaned over you.

“Open.”

He was so forceful you had no choice but to comply and he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed down on your tongue to stop you from concealing your noises.

“Wanna hear you baby, I want Max to hear how his precious little sister is actually a whore. How Christians new driver is fucking ruined on my cock. How despite how much you think you hate me, you’re going to scream my name while I fill you up.”

Your hands were scratching down his back at this point, only encouraging him to go harder, and your abandoned high quickly came back full force.

You moans got higher in pitch and Daniel used his other hand to rub messy circles over your puffy clit, essentially throwing you over the edge as your orgasm knocked the wind out of you.

Your cunt spasmed and clenched around Daniel and there wasn’t much he could do to hold off his own high as he came inside you, head falling to the crook of your neck as his hips finally grinded to a halt.

He didn’t move for a while as you both lay there catching your breaths, slowly coming to terms with what you’d just done.

“Max is going to fucking kill you” you said, and he snorted before pulled out.

“Oh please, Max is in love with me. Besides, who’s gonna tell him? You?” he raised a cocky eyebrow as you pursed your lips.

He was right, you sure as hell weren’t going to tell your brother about this.

“Whatever, you’re paying for my plan B. I’ll send you the bill.”

He just chuckled as you quickly got to your feet to pull your dress down and straighten yourself up in front of the large mirror in the corner (God, Lewis was a freak) before going off to find a bathroom to clean yourself up properly in.

In the corridor, you ran into Max, who crossed his arms and blocked your path.

“Well? Did you two sort it out?”

“No” you growled and he sighed dejectedly.

You didn’t have time for this though, you could feel Daniel’s cum leaking out of you and running down your leg, so you pushed Max out of the way and rushed to the nearest bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, Daniel came out of the bedroom right after, and just as Max looked at him he was still putting his belt back on.

It didn’t take a genius to guess what that meant, Max saw red as Daniel froze, the older man noticing him a beat too late.

Well, so much for keeping it on the down low…

The rest of the season was going to be interesting…

[glitterquadricorn]

spilled tea and hot gossip - f1 grid

+summary: there's nothing she loves more than spilled tea and hot gossip. +pairing: f1 grid x female!driver +warnings: cheating, mentions pregnancy, gossip.

a/n: this is just an idea that popped into my head.

I do not give my permission to have my work reposted. I do not give my permission to have my work translated. If I'm notified that you've stolen my work or claim it as your own, you'll be asked to take it down before I'll report you. End of discussion.

Any drama, gossip, or tea that is spilled on a formula one paddock, you best believe she's going to know about it because she's got eyes and ears everywhere. Like for example, the whole situation with Oscar, Daniel and Mclaren. Or how Fernando signed with Aston Martin and didn't tell anyone much less Alpine. Pierre wonders where, or who she's getting this information from, but she'd never reveal her source for they wish to remain anonymous.

"Thanks so much for helping, y/n. You've made our job a lot easier," Jon, a member of her pit crew, smiled and tapped her shoulder.

"I'm always happy to help!" she said. " Do you guys need anything else? If not, I'm going to head out."

"We should be all good to go. Again, thanks for the help."

"You guys have a good day!" she left out the back of the garage and walked down a relatively empty paddock with the exception of other teams' staff here and there.

She was almost at the entrance when from the corner of her eye; she spotted a man wearing a black and red Haas shirt. Whoever he was talking to she didn't know, and it wasn't her business. But what he told to said person on the phone shocked her.

"I messed up, man. I shouldn't have even slept with her," the man paused, running his hand down his face. "Oh, the girlfriend of a mechanic over at Alpha Tauri. But that's not even the worst part of it. She's pregnant and doesn't know who the father is."

The sound that came out of her mouth wasn't human, and she quickly had to pretend she saw something shocking on her phone because the man looked in her direction. Man, she couldn't wait to tell the boys.

The following day after scanning her id, she strutted down the paddock like a woman on a mission.

Spotting the dutchman, who conveniently was standing with Daniel, Charles and Pierre outside the redbull garage, she excitedly walked right over. "You'll never guess what I heard yesterday."

"Judging by your excitement, I assume it's something juicy." Pierre replied. Just by the excitement alone, he knew that whatever she was about to say was going to be good.

"Yesterday, I stayed back after qualifying to help my pit crew clean up and put things away. When I was done, I left and walked down a relatively empty paddock, but stopped when I overheard somebody from Haas talking on the phone. I don't know who he was talking to, because it's not relevant, but what is, is what he told them."

"Get to the point, y/n."

"I was getting there, Max," she paused. "He told them he slept with a girlfriend of a mechanic over at Alpha Tauri. That alone is pretty juicy, but what he followed it up with had my jaw on the floor. And he followed it up with and she's pregnant and doesn't know who the father is."

Gasps leave their mouth as their jaws drop just like hers did from the day before. Behind Charles, her pr manager, Tracy, waved her over.

"Enjoy the tea, boys." she smirked, patted Charles on the shoulder as she walked away.

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[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃

day 10: chocolate — franco colapinto x reader

note: i love franco he’s my favourite rookie (after fernando of course) and one of my favourite current drivers. hope he’ll get a good seat for ‘26 at least, he deserves it <3

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You found a job in a little cafeteria to make some money during your college years, and you loved it. The timetables were perfect and your coworkers were very nice. As Christmastime was getting closer, you decorated the place all together. It ended up very cute.

One day you were serving some trusted costumers when you locked eyes with a boy coming in the cafeteria. Honestly, it was quite impossible not to notice him. He was probably the prettiest boy that cafe had ever seen. Brown curly hair, soft striking features and a lean physique. He also had a familiar face, like you had seen him somewhere already.

He got near the bar counter, as you pretended you weren’t looking at his every movement with the corner of your eye. You faked interest on the tv turned on the news: “As The Formula 1 2024 season comes to an end, Ferrari is ready to welcome the seven times world champion Lewis Hamilton, while the Redbull team’s future remains uncertain….”

He was definitely staring. Damn.

When you finished with the other clients, you walked in front of him. “Hello, what can I do for you?”

He leaned on the counter. “Other than give me your number, you mean?” He said, revealing a strong Spanish accent.

Oh, so you hadn’t misinterpreted. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help a smile. “Wow, not even asking my name first.”

“Easily skipped, Y/N.” He pointed to the card pinned on your uniform. Right.

“And yours?”

“Guess it.” He smirked, playfully.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you like… an actor or something?”

He shook his head. “No, but I get why my appearance may have deceived you.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, sure. So, would you like something to drink?”

“A hot chocolate.” He looked around the place and his gaze stopped on a table. “I’m gonna seat there, waiting for it. And for your number, hopefully.” He winked, then paid for his order and went to sit down.

You carefully crafted the best hot chocolate you’ve ever prepared for someone while watching the news.

“This year has definitely brought us many surprised, one of them being the young talented Argentinian driver Franco Colapinto, put in the Williams seat mid-season…”

Your calm expression turned into shocked when the tv showed the face of the driver, which was the same as the boy’s sat in your cafeteria. You were not wrong, you had obviously seen him before.

You served him his hot chocolate, with whipped cream, some extra cookies, sugar and all. “This is for you.”

“Wonderful.” His green eyes shined looking at his drink.

“And also this,” You put a napkin with your number written on it beside the cup. “Franco.”

Franco raised his gaze to meet yours. “Ah, you found out.”

You shrugged. “Or maybe I just guessed.” You turned around and went back to work. You didn’t miss him saving the number on his phone.

[eyneyke]

A brother?!

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 1 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Felix's computer breaks during a live stream and he calls for help

The livestream was going well—at least, it had started out that way. Felix, aka PewDiePie, was doing a joint stream with Jacksepticeye, playing some ridiculous co-op game. But his computer, stubborn as ever, kept crashing mid-game. After several frustrated sighs, Felix turned to his chat, explaining that he was going to call someone to fix it.

"Ugh, sorry guys, I have no idea what’s going on," Felix muttered, scratching the back of his head. "I think my PC’s dying. Lemme call my brother, see if he can come over and help. He’s good with this stuff."

Jack, ever the jokester, feigning surprise knowing that nobody knew Felix had a brother, chimed in. “Wait, did you just say brother? You have a brother? I thought you had a sister!”

“Yeah, I do, Fenny - who everyone knows already,” Felix said casually, as if it wasn’t news to millions of fans. “and Sam. He’s a mechanical engineer, does some motorsport thingy. Pretty boring.”

The chat exploded instantly with questions and shocked reactions.

User1: "PEWDS HAS A BROTHER???"

User2: "WHO’S SAM??"

User3: "HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THIS???"

Felix hasn't even noticed the fan reaction, already dialling Sam’s number while Jack sat back in smug silence, watching the chat freak out. The call was short and sweet. "Hey, Sam? Yeah, my computer’s being stupid again. Can you come over real quick? Yeah, thanks."

Minutes passed, and Felix distractedly scrolled through his phone while Jack entertained the audience. Then, the doorbell rang.

"Hang on, that’s him," Felix said, disappearing from the screen for a second. When he returned, a tall figure followed him into the room.

The chat went absolutely wild.

Sam had black hair styled into an overgrown mullet that fell messily around his face, held back by a bandana. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off his toned, slightly muscular arms, which flexed every time he adjusted his grip on Felix’s computer. He didn’t say much, just nodded at Felix and got to work, crouching down in front of the PC, picking it up and on the table, pulling it apart like he had done it a hundred times before.

User4: "OMG WHO IS THIS????"

User5: "IS SAM SINGLE?????"

User6: "HELLO, SAM, NICE ARMS!"

User7: "THAT MULLET THO 😍😍"

Felix and Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at the exploding chat, but Felix remained focused on Sam.

"Need anything else?" Sam asked in a deep voice, standing up after fiddling with the computer for a few minutes. His arms were glistening slightly from the exertion as he dusted his hands off.

"No, that should do it. Thanks, man," Felix replied, glancing at his now-revived PC.

Sam turned to the screen, saw Jack and gave a polite nod. "Hi, Jack," he said casually, waving.

Jack waved back, a bit wide-eyed. "Hey, Sam. Thanks for saving the day, man."

With that, Sam left, exiting as mysteriously as he arrived. Felix settled back into his chair, fixing his headset. "Alright, let's see if this thing actually works now."

But before he could continue the stream, the chat was still going insane, demanding answers.

Felix sighed, glancing at Jack, who was grinning ear to ear. "Fine, fine," Felix said, leaning forward to read the chat. "Yes, that was my brother, Sam. No, I guess I never really mentioned him because, well, he’s busy. He’s, like, a mechanical engineer for some motorsports thingy as I already said. Pretty boring, if you ask me. And he's never home, basically."

Jack laughed. "Boring? Your chat seems to think otherwise."

User8: "HE'S HOT, FELIX."

User9: "DOES HE HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?"

User10: @User9 "BOYFRIEND???"

Felix raised an eyebrow, glancing at the chat. "Uh... I don’t know? I think he mentioned a girlfriend—or maybe a boyfriend? I’m not really sure. I haven’t met them yet."

Jack cackled, "The internet’s going to explode now."

Shrugging, Felix continued, "Anyway, back to the game. Can we focus on something other than Sam now?"

[bearieio]

ellie w. hcs :3

bc im seeing them everywhere and i need to put in my 2¢. thank you. (also not proofread :P)

⋆ biggest hayley kiyoko fan for like 3 years (the intro to ‘girls like girls’ was her ringtone when she was 14). would beg joel to take her to random record stores that they passed by just to see if they had any hayley kiyoko cds.

⋆ because of joel, she listens to a lot of 70s-90s dad rock. 

⋆ can’t drive for shit. like literally she’s not allowed to drive without her glasses

⋆ she needs glasses btw. she doesn’t wear them because she’s already too much of a loser. but when she does where them, you tease her endlessly about them. 

⋆ can and will sleep on the floor whenever prompted. no blankets, no pillows needed. just her and the floor.

⋆ isn’t allowed to drink any sort of energy drinks on account of a previous incident that had to do with about 3 cans of redbull and 2 large cans of the ‘Java Monster.’

⋆ isn’t allowed to own small pets (like gerbils, guinea pigs, hamsters, etc.) because she’d definitely forget about them. 

⋆ owns big dogs. great danes, newfoundlands, irish wolfhounds, mastiffs, st bernards, YOU NAME IT, SHE HAS IT (or has had it)

⋆ when she’s older, i feel like she’d be like one of those white people who has 192793999 dogs for no reason 

⋆ since her mannerisms are so much like joels, you guys argue playfully all the time about how things should be done, often bringing others into it too. 

“jesse, tell her!” he flips her phone screen around to reveal a very tired jesse, “it’s 1AM, ellie-“ 

“TELL HER!” 

⋆ i feel like at random times, she’ll just grab your boob(s). i don’t know why and you’ve never said anything about it, so she hasn’t stopped…… very handsy….

⋆ audibly goes “honk honk!” almost every time she gives ‘em a squeeze.

⋆ she’s a really sloppy kisser. not like boy-sloppy, but like the hot, messy, girl sloppy bc that sounds better and honestly i think her kisses would be the best.

⋆ she was one of those kids who’d eat dirt and find bugs all the time

because of this, she’s the designated bug killer/bug-getter-outter…. idk

⋆ she’s the worst drunk you know.

like literally sssoooooooooo messy oh my god. but you love her nonetheless :)

she’s soo clingy, and, touchy (like more than usual), but also much more emotional and sensitive than usual when she’s drunk or when she’s sick.

⋆ ellie tends to be quite difficult when she’s sick. BUT! you make it work bc you love her and she loves you :>

when you bring ellie her favorite drink from her favorite coffee shop, you literally have to fight her to be able to get out the front door. when you get up to serve her lunch, you’ve got to peel her off of you because she refuses to let you leave her side. when you go and get the medicine she says she doesn’t need…. you guessed it, she fights for you to stay in bed next to her.

“babe, what if i die right here, when you leave- like- BABE PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME-“ she bewails, crossing her arms and huffing at the sight of you leaving her.

⋆ when you catch her playing her guitar, she sometimes gets all shy and plays the wrong chords n stuff. 

“don’t LOOK! >:(” she says, gripping the body of her guitar, glaring in your direction.

“oh!- okay” you say, throwing your hands up in a playful manner, giggling. 

⋆ but the times where she’s not shy about playing in front of you, she’ll ask you if you want to play.

“do you uh- maybe wanna play? i could teach you” she suggests, gesturing toward the stringed instrument.

but then after, she’d tease you about your finger placement :(

“i said the fourth fret, girl, not the second, or, the third!” she says, in between laughs.

“well fourth from the top or the bottom?!” you scoffed, looking at her, still puzzled.

she knows your trying your best but it’s still fun to poke at you when she can >:)

constructive criticism is appreciated !!!

[sv5hive]

take a break | sv5

pairing: sebastian vettel x fem!reader

warning(s): unhealthy studying habits(?), self-doubt, academic failure etc, etc.

word count: 797

note: this is incredibly self indulgent bcos guess who failed their chemistry exam!!! hahahaha you guessed it it's me!! (if i don't laugh i'll cry.)

masterlist!

hours of staring at a bright computer screen in a pitch black room had clearly began taking its effects after the words began to warp and swirl around. a dozen empty cans of redbull sat at the bottom of your bin along with several scraps of paper you had torn apart in frustration.

you couldn't even remember when you sat down at your desk to study. all you knew was that you had an important exam the next day and you felt hopelessly unprepared. you tore your eyes away from the blinding screen to look outside your window. the moon shone through sparse clouds illuminating the desolate streets. usually, the roads were teeming with cars trying to get home but at this time of night you were the only one awake.

"schatz? what are you still doing up?"

in the midst of zoning out, you failed to hear your boyfriend entering through the door.

was it really that late?

"i'm almost done, seb. i just have to finish this little bit now."

"come on, how long have you been sat at that desk, hm? studying for hours on end does more bad than good."

"i know, i just- i'm almost finished i promise. this test is really important and i have to do well."

"hey, hey, what's wrong?"

he rushed over to you with furrowed brows and outstretched arms.

without even realising, tears had brimmed your eyes and began tumbling down your face at an alarming rate.

"nothing, it's nothing. uhm, i'll finish this and then i'll come to bed."

you hastily wiped away your tears with your sleeves but they seemed to be never ending.

"it's obviously not nothing, schatz. if it's making you cry like this it's something to talk about."

the seconds ticked by as you debated whether you were ready to reveal what had been plaguing your mind. clearly sensing your inner turmoil, sebastian tugged you out of the chair and towards the kitchen.

"come with me to the kitchen, i'll make us some tea so you can calm down."

after two cups of hot chamomile tea had been made and placed on the counter, sebastian sat opposite you and patiently waited for you to speak without pushing you. your tears slowed down to faint sniffles as you sipped on the tea silently. annoyingly, sebastian was right and it did help you compose yourself. you put down your half empty cup and cleared your throat.

"i've been struggling with my studies. there's just so much to remember and it just gets harder and harder to keep up but everyone else is fine and i don't understand why i'm the only one who can't do the simplest tasks."

at this point, it was difficult to see through your hot tears and your face was burning up with embarrassment. sebastian was quick to place his hand over yours to try and bring you some sense of comfort.

"schatz, you are the smartest person i know. if you're finding it difficult then you're probably not the only one. i'm sure everyone can see how much effort you're putting in and that's all anyone can ask of you. if you don't do well on the test tomorrow it's not the end of the world, ok? but i think you will be completely fine, im certain."

you nodded half-heartedly, not fully convinced despite his little pep talk. you rubbed any remaining tears away and attempted to put a smile on your face.

"yeah, sorry i just feel like an idiot dumping all this on you when you just got home from work. how was your day?"

he got up from his seat to encase you in his arms. he might not be able to help with your assignments but he could definitely be there to support you with anything and everything else.

"don't apologise for your feelings. i'm sorry i didn't realise you were having a hard time. i should've noticed you weren't coping well. and my day was good, thank you for asking."

you smiled into his chest at his heartfelt apology for something that was never his fault to begin with.

"don't be silly, seb. it's not your job to constantly watch me. i should be able to do that myself."

"i know you can take care of yourself but it doesn't hurt to ask for help sometimes. it might feel like you're alone but you're not. i'm always here for you, you know that right?"

he tightened his hold on you as if to reassure you further and peppered the crown of your head with soft kisses.

you leaned up to place a peck on his cheek to express your gratitude in a way you would never be able to do justice with words.

"yeah, i know."

[missmarveledsblog]

Hand on heart ( Jake seresin x Singlemom!reader ) chapter 5

Summary : Girls night is in full swing and girls do wanna have fun ..only the guys to show up when a feeling of jealousy rises in hangman but hey he get to take her home in the end ... just not the way he wanted .

warning : girls night , few creep , jealous jake but also soft jake , drunk reader, goofy fun ,

Previous part

Buzzing in her ears , music thumping body flowing with the rhythm of the music  being her age for that moment and not someone older for once not that she minded she loved being a mom , she love working but these rare moment she could let her hair down were indeed a treat .   alcohol making everything a lighter , little loose to the point she didn’t much mind the bodies bumpy along on the dancefloor each person enjoying the music  and the night of carefree fun .  nat was ecstatic having someone she could enjoy her night with , another female around given it was very few females stationed in top gun seems the navy was still a little in the past.  The two nodding to the bar , laughing and giggling at fact of the same thought as she check her phone  the group chat  asking if they were ok like they weren’t two grown women mainly for jake with was surprising she didn’t peg him as the protective type. 

“ so eye on anyone?” nat panted searching out for the bar tender. 

“ nah i wanna enjoy night plus i like my bed alone “ she snorted shaking her head. 

“ nah not here i mean in general , i mean milf like you crawling with offers and  i’m sure you could have your pick of anyone “  she smiled brightly  although she seemed to be picking up something and maybe phishing to see it anything was possible . 

“ oh nah i mean the guys are hot don’t get me wrong just hard to date with toddler and still settling into our life here” peach shrugged turning to see the bar tender smiling a little more between the two . 

“ what can  i get you two  … let me guess hardcore ?” he winked,  eyes raking over her frame . 

“ two vodka’s and redbull please we’ll need the energy “ she batted her lashes ,coy smirk on her lips . 

“ coming up and it’s on me” he strolled off a little swagger in his step . 

“ see milf “ nat laughed . 

“ hey little flirting ain’t off the table “ . 

“ you and bagman seem close” 

“ me and jake just get along is all probably remind him of home ain’t nothing to it plus he doesn’t do the single mom thing”  she rolled her eyes . 

“ he doesn’t do alot of things he is lately “ nat muttered luckily with the music was loud . “ if he did ?” . 

“ well i still wouldn’t he maybe gorgeous but it’s too messy dealing with playboys  which i can see he is  ,i like having him as a friend   less complicated and  no one get hurt” she smiled  not so convincingly, jake seresin was a charmer  , good looking and .. ok she totally would but she could rightfully it was too messy and belle liked him too , she could see he wasn’t the settle down type and she thats type she wanted . someone who could understand her time wasn’t hers or that she would prefer majority of the time to be home with belle or at home reading , watching movies. Yes she was enjoying being out but she like her own time too .

“ your drinks ladies “ the bar tender stood flashing a flirty grin  barely looking nat’s way when he was handing her drink . 

“ thank you kindly sugar” she called as he slid over napkin she could see his number on it as he shot her another wink before leaving.  

“ i think you might be wrong “ nat nodded typing away into her phone  . “ but hey if bringing you out gets us free drinks i’m paying amelia ever weekend “ she laughed  , secret testing her theory  or experiment of sorts.

He thought maybe taking to a pretty girl would help something he could work out of his system the way he  knew how , yet no matter what chloe or was it charlie  talking to  him all he could think of was peach . the way she look out of this world then he was thinking of how she always looked out of this world . her smile made him smile  , how even thought  there was so many to get used to she still made sure to include everyone,  what was happening to him was he sick or dying something had to be a going on maybe she was a witch he heard they seemed to be popular  lately  something like in practical magic. 

“ nat says their having fun peach  and her is getting lots of free drinks  and  few guys are   eyeing peach up “ bob chuckled reading out the message he was told in a separate message. 

“ you think we should go i mean what if someones lurking  and could be unsafe.. Just  to be you know safe” he knew he was fucked when he found  himself agreeing with rooster but   he couldn’t let him know that or that he was listening in the first place but he did say good bye to chloe or charlie . 

“ sorry darling i gotta go  maybe another night  looks like my friend needs me” he nodded towards a concerned looking rooster . 

“ promise?” she purred .

“ yeah good , see ya “ he  turned  looking, crossing his arms  . “ Bradshaw what you pouty for now”  play it cool he kept telling himself , pretend You know nothing seresin . 

“ the girls say guys are all over them and these  don’t think it causes concern  “ Bradley glared at the men around him . 

“ They are having good time and getting free drinks not being hounded or harassed” bob clarified watching the blondes reaction . 

“ that could be spiked we don’t know that  “ bradley quipped  hoping it was getting through to someone he just didn’t think it would be hangman . 

“ well then we can check it out plus bit dead around here” jake shrugged , again trying to play it cool . 

“ what about charlene?” javy eying his best friend up as nat wasn’t the only one catching things . 

“ been there , done it come on might be fresh meat there and we can make sure girls are ok “ he shrugged  nonchalantly.

“ guess we're going either way “ he shook his head  , hiding the little smile as Bob was currently typing away into his phone with a similar one on his face.  

Two girls on other hand were increasingly becoming popular to the men of the club and one caught nats eye dancing  while she was the wing woman this time which was slightly ironic but she was being friendly but not overly friendly giving the dude was a bit .. much ,  a gym bro who constantly bragged about stuff she had no idea where a thing .   telling her how she could benefit from being in the gym was were she was getting more pissed at . 

“ oh i would be very hard to bring a baby to the gym “ she smiled  sweetly only for his face to contort in confusion . 

“ do you like baby sit or something ?” he asked almost hopefully for a yes , she could see nat eying the man  already . 

“ no made this one myself “ she shrugged only to see the guy give her a look and then turn to his friend. 

“ dude there moms let’s bounce”  not subtle or quiet in his wording to the point and ready to run . 

“ and ? what’s that got to do with them as a person “ his friend jeff or  justin she barely notice but she couldn’t help shoot nat a wink . 

“ i’m going , enjoy another man’s baggage “ he scoffed as she glared . 

“ enjoy you reps and palms because only action your going to get” she called only for him to turn back only his face no longer confident as it once was . whatever was ready to come out of his mouth well it was gone faster than he was . only for her to turn and see the guys standing there  like her own squad of body guard .  the drunken cheer that came from her lips as she threw her arms around the closet which was bob who was blushing profusely . “ hey guys “ she giggled . “ lets dance” she laughed pulling them leaving nat to her new friend .  

Was this some form torture why it had to be watching her dancing it up body moving with the music like the two were one , with everyone even when she was dancing with him , it felt hotter in the club the sway of her hips her hand on his chest  losing himself in a little fantasy think  this was them together in a situation more than just a friendly term , his hand falling to her hips and letting himself get lost in her aura , lost in the world he was trying so hard to  ignore , those feeling he was spending day to day to try and build . then the song ended and he was pulled to reality when  they headed over to the group as nat waved her goodbyes hand in hand with her new friend.  Peach and bradley  decided to play some game that made no sense to anyone but the two .  he hated this feeling that was burning inside him anywhere she went she had eyes on her , eyes hungrily devouring her with each breathe she took .  he jaw clenched and his hand gripped his drink to point javy 

couldn’t help laugh . 

“ you know green really is your color man “ he stood at Jake's side watching her head to the bar and now it was the bartender  shooting her winks and flirty smiles as her head fell back laughing at whatever was so funny.  “ shit you’re really jealous huh ?” He patted his shoulder. 

“ should quit drinking man, starting to spew some nonsense right now” he shook his head yet his grip didn’t ease . 

“ the look you were giving bradshaw  if they could kill we would be planning his funeral” he snorted . “ where is she going ?”he said both men watching  her demeanor change and head out the front door . 

“ i’ll go see she ok “ jake stood handing javy his drink ignoring  the shit eating grin on his best friends face  as he followed after. 

It seemed she may of over done it one minute she was sitting chatting with the nice man then next she felt her stomach twisting and turning and her skin getting incredibly hot.   All the drinks hitting at once and her steps unsteady , when the night air hit it was best and worse decision she made it skin cooler  but she felt worse  , her vision was uneven but of course she could recognise the blonde blob that was instantly at her side . 

“ you ok orange?” his own voice slurred realising he may of drank more than he thought . 

“ i don’t feel so good jenga “ she  mused her cute little face scrunched up  and hiccup to follow. 

“ lets get you home ok “ he smiled pulling out his phone and texting javy as he already order the uber feeling her sway at his side hold his arm for support only for javy to come out with her bag and jacket  slight worried look on his face. 

“ i blame roo on this “ she yawned making both men chuckle .  “ did you do the game with him too “ she asked looking up . 

“ nah he was too busy drowning his sorrows peach “javy chuckled .

“ your sad … why are you sad “  her pout and big eyes looking up , cheeks flushed from the alcohol in her system  and the wobble of her lip as jake soon was glaring at javy. 

“ i’m joking he’s not sad”  javy winced .

“ that not a nice joke “ she sniffled .

“ i’m sorry peach i’ll buy you  breakfast tomorrow “ he smiled hugging her as the uber pulled up. 

“ c’mon darling lets get you home “  jake linked his arm in her and led them to the car. 

 She talked nonsensically the whole time but yet it was his favourite sound listening to the stories mixing into one another  and yet he hadn’t the heart to correct her.  Then it was silence and a weight on his shoulder .  her lift parted  , eyelashes  fanning her cheek and the snores falling out of her mouth .  so lost  it was like no time at all  , the way his heart beat ,  the way she entrapped all his sense , he knew he was a goner but shit this was different than some crush or attraction.   It wasn’t until the driver told them  , they arrived at the destination . he wordless took her out of the car carrying her the front door knowing they were in her jacket she woke momentarily to hand him the keys , carrying her in through the house  before setting her on the bed . sitting up slowly she pulled the dress off of her body as he felt the blood all drain down south .  standing unsure she grab a sleep shirt as he rushed into the bathroom . grabbing the make up wipe or least what they said on the package . 

“ let get this off you darling “ he smiled wiping her face with light soft strokes on his face, thanking god that he had sisters to know how to do all this. Then he headed back with face creams applying them just as gently . as he went to move  only for a tug on his shirt looking down  , the way she was looking up at him melt. 

“ stay .. in the guest room” she yawned nuzzling into her blanket , a nod to her although pointless as she began snoring once more. Walking down the hall as he found the guest room and of course like the way she decorated the rest of her home it was homely and cosy a slice of home  , he walked to the kitchen grabbing himself a drink of water while bringing her one two alone with some pain killers placing them on the bedside table . 

“ g’night darling “ he called before turning in for the night . “ i’m so fucked “ he groaned heading down the hallway. 

next part

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[swifty-fox]

does Outlaw John ever take Outlaw Gale on a proper date? #mushhhhy

still circling my brain

John was a horrible liar when it didn't count.

Vibrating with a secret like a young dog asked to sit still, tapping his fingers over the nearest surface and grinning in quick eager flashes rather than a sustained joy. He held a secret like one held a hot coal, bouncing it between his palms and hopping from foot to foot with frenetic energy. It practically rolled off of him, the anticipation and excitement.

It didn't take Gale long to pick up on the tells, which lead him to thwarting John at every turn by guess. When he found Gale's favorite flavor of twizzlers he kept patting his pocket where the candy lay hidden. When he'd shoplifted an expensive brand of shampoo Gale had once mentioned he enjoyed his snapping blue gaze kept drifting to the bag by Gale's feet. When he found a handkerchief that perfectly matched Gale's eyes the other man kept adjusting the backpack so often Gale had simply fished around for the prize himself, deaf to John's protests.

To combat this weakness, John had taken to going exceptionally quiet and disengaged when hiding a secret from Gale. It was such a distinct difference from his normal behavior that the effort was entirely for nothing.

So when Gale slides into the passenger seat, two slushies in his arms - Blue and Cherry for John, Cola flavored for Gale - and sees the other man folding a paper with forced causality and looking out the windshield with exaggerated causality Gale just fixes him with a narrowed look.

"Gas is paid for," he says, and John grunts which has Gale biting the insides of his lips against a smile.

John pulls out of the gas station, graciously left unrobbed aside from the lollipop and handful of pixie stix burning a hole in Gale's pocket, and a new lighter for John, and a couple of bottles of coke, and a few slim jims, and -

Well. There wasn't a gun involved.

Gale gives him five minutes to break and when that's not enough begins casually casting his eyes around the inside of the car, tugging down the mirror and toeing the backpack at his feet.

"Don't," John says, "you're not-"

"I always do," Gale drawls.

"Stop."

"So just give it to me then."

"You're not gonna find it."

Gale leans his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes, settling like he might fall asleep, "Alright then."

Unlike John, Gale is very good at bluffing. He hears John huff and then fiddle with the radio. Drum his fingers on the steering wheel ina quick vibration tap against the worn leather. Rolls down the window . Fiddles with the crotchety radio again and starts singing along Hendrix's Hey Joe.

Hey, Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to?

"Is it a new radio?"

"Fuck you the radio is fine and no quit trying to figure it out. I've got you beat this time."

"Okay."

Tap Tap Tap. John switches the radio again, switches it back to Hendrix and blows a puff of hair through his lips.

"It's not a thing."

"I thought we weren't guessing."

John leans over and pokes him, catches Gale's hand and presses a kissto his knuckles, "We're not. I'm just telling you. So you can stop pretending to nap to try to get me to break. I'm not breaking."

Biting back another smile Gale opens his eyes again and sits up, crossing his legs up on the seat.

"I could break you," He said simply, drawing his braid over his shoulder and unraveling it absently.

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To his credit, John keeps his secret under wraps and though he peppers Gale with constant inane topics to avoid spilling his guts, it's really not much different than a John who's slammed twelve redbulls with the goal of staying awake long enough to get across all of Montana.

He'd been violently ill in a bush four hours in and Gale bit back his 'i told you so' with saint-like dedication.

Gale has spent the last forty-five minutes dozing as the sun slides down behind the horizon, answering John's yammering with hums and vague responses, and the feeling of the car stopping jolts him back to wakefulness. He'd left his hair unbound and the sweaty strands stick to the back of his neck as he sits up and looks around. Frowns

"I'm not camping in an abandoned fairground Bucky."

"This isn't Killer Klowns, relax."

Gale watches John shoulder a backpack, rapping one large hand on the roof of the car, before beginning to scale the padlocked gates.

Dropping his head back against the seat, Gale mutters a quick curse to the tan ceiling and unbuckles himself with vehemence, letting the metal buckle thwap against the door and slipping out the open window.

"I'm not saving you if you get stabbed, John," He calls while braced against the roof of the car.

John waves him off, dust clouding around his sneakers as he lands on the other side of the gates. Muttering under his breath, Gale follows him, nearly stumbles on the other side but recovers quickly and pops a stick of gum in his mouth to get rid of the 'slept in a car all day' funk at the back of his teeth.

The fairground isn't just closed, but abandoned. Skeletons of ten frames and grooves in the dirt where rides had once sat like ugly sleeping beasts. A ticket booth half smashed to bits and covered in grafitti, strewn bits of ribbons and muddy stuffed animals and booths that were once brightly colored but had long since faded under the years of sun.

It sets Gale's skin crawling and he almost hesitates to follow John between two booths.

"Would you quit being a fucking loon, John," He calls.

"Quit being a scaredy-cat Buck. Or do you not want your surprise?"

Muttering once again, he follows after him and into a half-crumbling building that probably should have been knocked down long ago. The entire thing seemed to be leaning to one side, with half the windows boarded up and the other so eaten over by kudzu there's no telling the color of the paint underneath.

Their footsteps echo inside and John pauses at the shadowed ticketline, reaching into the booth to snag a ring of dusty keys off the hook. Taking his cap off to run a hand through his sweaty hair and then placing it on backwards, he unlocks the mesh gates and shoves them open with a grunt.

He reaches back a hand without even bothering to check Gale's feelings on the matter and he scowls at the other man but take his hand anyway. Tries not to give into the fondness as John squeezes his fingers just slightly and offers him a guileless smile.

"Trust me Buck, you're gonna love it."

"I love twizzlers and the open sky and non-creepy fairgrounds with lots of people."

"You're gonna love it," John insists, dragging him down the hallway with a cheerful whistle.

Gale loves him, more than a lot and well past the point that felt scary. Felt like something that might fuck him up forever.

It's dark enough Gale can only see the vague silhouette of John in front of him but the other man seems to know where he's going because he ventures forward without hesitating until they come to an open circular room.

By the stains on the ground there might have once been tables and chairs, but now the space was empty. John drops his hand after another quick kiss to the knuckles and sets about tugging out a rolled up blanket from the backpack, spreading it out on the floor in a puff of dust. Gale watches with some degree of bemusement as John sets up several white chunky candles, like the kind they use in Christmas displays, lighting them with a jacked lighter, the flame stinging Gale's eyes with its over-the-top brightness in the gloom.

"Sit," John says, hissing and shaking his hand as the fire catches his thumb.

Gale eyes him suspiciously for moments more then slowly folds himself cross-legged onto the blanket, pulling his hair over one shoulder and finger-combing it as he looks around.

"How'd you find this place?"

"Partied here once a few years ago. Puked right in that corner," John points.

"You're ridiculously charming," Gale says dryly. John's face crinkles into a smile and it does something painful to Gale's chest so he looks up instead, curious to see how high the ceiling went. Catches his breath.

At some point, either for the attraction this building had once been or by a wandering artist looking for a safe place to spray his craft, someone had mapped out a detailed illustration of the cosmos. It sprawled across the entire spanse of the ceiling, disappearing into shadow and glittering where someone has stuck bits of gold and silver foil to the center points of stars. They winked and shone in the candlelight, like tiny rapid heartbeats.

"You wanna say that again but with sincerity this time?" John teases softly. Gale can hear the grin on his voice.

Gale looks down to find him pulling out a bottle of lukewarm wine he'd swiped last week without explaining to Gale why, a couple packets of lunchables and dunkaroos and two cheap McDonalds prize glasses.

"Is this a goddamn date?"

John grins at him again, popping the cork on the ten dollar bottle, "Surprise Buck."

yeah he do

[oshawottarchive]

[Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4]

I’m angry so you guys get a bunch of incorrect quotes now <3 might draw some of them later

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Etho: What is it called when you kill a friend?

Bdubs: Homicide

Tango: Murder

Skizz: Homie-cide

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Tango: I just want someone to take me out

Skizz: On a date?

Bdubs: With a sniper gun?

Etho: Both if you’re not a coward

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Bdubs: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel

Skizz: An optimist sees a light at the end of the tunnel

Tango: A realist sees a freight train

Etho: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks

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Grian: You know, Joel gives Etho flowers every day, I wish you’d do that too

Scar: Okay

*later*

Scar: *gives Etho flowers*

Etho: ???

Scar: I don’t know, I’m confused too

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Joel: I love you

Etho: *not paying attention* What was that?

Joel: I said I’m selling you to the ZOO

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Scar and Grian: McDonald’s! McDonald’s! McDonald’s!

Skizz: We have food at home

Impulse: *pulls into the McDonald’s drive through*

Scar and Grian: YAYYY

Impulse: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

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Skizz: *teaching Grian how to drive* Okay, you’re driving and Impulse and Scar walk into the road. What do you hit?

Grian: Oh, definitely Scar, I could never hurt Impulse

Skizz: The breaks, Grian. You hit the breaks

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Cleo: All in all, a 100% successful trip

Joe: But we lost Jevin

Cleo: Exactly

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Jevin: Will Joe be okay?

Cleo: He won’t be once I find him

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Mumbo: *setting down a card* Ace of spades

Cleo: *pulling out an Uno card* +4

Hypno: *pulling out a Pokémon card* Jolteon, I choose you!

Xisuma: *trembling* What are we playing??

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Tango: *laying in bed* Get out of my room

Zedaph: *standing just inside the doorframe* I’m not in your room

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Pearl: That’s it, you’re all grounded!

Pearl: Mumbo, no adventuring for you! Bdubs, no fighting for you! Scar, no stealing for you!

Pearl: And Joel. . . Is there anything you love?

Joel: Revenge

Pearl: No vengeance for you

Joel: I was gonna say “I’ll get you for this”, but I guess that’s off the table

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Tango and Skizz: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*

Tango: We need an adult!

Skizz: Tango, WE’RE adults!

Tango: We need an adultier adult, get Impulse!

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Skizz: Dipple-Dop? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds

Impulse: Skizz, I swear to god—

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Scott: *sighs*

Martyn: Are you bored?

Scott: Yeah

Martyn: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Scott: I thought you’d never ask

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Etho: *looking at a map* It’s a barren, featureless wasteland out there, isn’t it…

Impulse: Other side, Etho

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Joel: Pros and cons of dating me

Joel: Pros, you’ll be the cute one

Joel: Cons, holy shit where do I begin—

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Scott: Being gay isn’t a choice. It’s a game and I’m winning

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Joel: I think we should have glowstick juice injected into our bones when we’re born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise

Jevin: What’s the surprise?

False: Blood poisoning

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Pearl: I’m going to get myself some soup

Gem: Be careful not to burn yourself, it’s hot

Pearl: Pfft, I won’t burn myself

*30 seconds later*

Pearl: Gem I burned myself

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Expect more… sometime idk

[sunsetseason8910]

Riordanverse characters as things I've said pt.2

Nico: *sees girl and her boyfriend sitting on a couch in the green room during theater* *lays on top of them both*

Will: just because I'm blonde and I can do the bend and snap does not mean I'm Elle woods guys

Percy: *letting people look through main playlist* I'm so coquette

Piper: stand for the flag guys *the flag in question being a pink American flag with the sturniolo Brothers*

Leo: *gets asked out by a senior as a freshman* at least I'm hot enough to get super seniored i guess

Grover: I hate how sonic changed their cups because my core memories literally consist of taking bites out of those foam cups

Annabeth: if I plan out my next Safeway trip correctly, using these two coupons and the dollar someone gave me for gum, I should walk out of there with a redbull and twizzlers without spending any of my own money.

Leo: *class silence* guys let's have a dance party

[quickstappen]

track 004: love, where are you?

A/N: i am so sorry, i know it's late, but college sucks (im juggling learning 3 languages at once - filology students am i right??) and my job also sucks (i don't recommend editing photos honestly) - but here we are, again, twitter heavy, i swear the plot is coming :)) also - ignore the dates, 'm too lazy to change them

A/N 2: previous parts of this series have been edited! most notable - Marci's a Ferrari employee, not Redbull like before

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clairobernie_x a natural progression of the night (italians sure knows how to party)

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sarah_scott when is my invite coming? i wanna party with you too

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↳ sarah_scott well, can't really get with pierre, my boyfriend would definitely mind

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ilpredestinatox jesus i love this duo

quickstappen the annual media team party!!

marcilazzaro1 remind me to never drink with you again

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brunolazzaro_03 welcome to crisis-ville, sarah_scott this is entirely your fault

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charles_leclerc oh god, straight from the bottle? what did you do to this woman

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↳ marcilazzaro1 dude?? stop exposing me

↳ brunolazzaro03 or what.

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sarah_scott i deny all my involvement in this crisis

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lance_stroll remember to hydrate or whatever

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Marci's messages:

S: Mick showed me Bruno's post

S: Are you okay?

M: Yeah, I'm good, just...

M: A lot of things on my mind I guess.

S: Yeah, I get that. If you ever need to run away my doors are always open.

M: I might take you up on that right before the preseason testing. Need to survive the trip with Lewis first tho, I have no idea what he has planned.

S: Good luck with that.

S: See you soon Marci.

4 MONTHS LATER

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madi's radio: just to note again, this series has been edited, i heavily suggest checking out the previous parts again, although you can probably work it out on its own too. thanks to @anthonykatebridgerton putting this idea in my head ;)

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[marionluth]

Haven't done any dialogues in a while but I thought I'd post a snippet of my WIP flufftober fic. I feel a little silly posting this considering how small of a following I have, but hopefully some of you will like it and it just might make your lips twitch a bit. Can you guess who the new face is? 🤩

Damian didn't bother to hide the smile at the sound of Richard’s voice. Just like he didn’t stop Dick from pulling him into a tight hug or didn't reprimand him for calling him Dami. When his oldest brother tried to noogie him though, Damian immediately escaped the hold and landed a hearty punch on his shoulder. He had to draw the line somewhere.

Damian smirked at the pained utterance that escaped Richard. “Missed me, Grayson?”

“Of course I missed you, you little piece of Damian,” Grayson responded with a smirk. “It’s been more than a month.”

“And to think I’d actually pay for more than a month of not seeing him,” Jason’s voice rang in the room.

“You kidding? I’d pay for a single week,” Tim added, stepping in right behind Jason, and Damian rolled his eyes. Tim then threw Damian’s duffel bag on the floor, making sure it landed on his foot. “Next time carry your own bag, jerk!”

“But that’s a peasant’s job, Drake,” Damian said dryly. He considered informing them he’d gladly kill both of them so that they never had to see him again, period, but he knew Grayson wouldn’t approve. Nor would Father. Tt.

“No casualties on the road? I’m impressed.” Dick’s grin widened and he glanced at each of his brothers with that annoyingly fond expression that drove both Todd and Damian crazy.

“No casualties yet. We still have to drive back,” Todd pointed out, as he headed to the fridge. “I think I look forward to the little shit’s learner’s permit more than he does. Chauffeuring his ass around is way below my pay grade.”

“Kindly fuck yourself, Todd,” Damian snapped. “And don’t you all think it’s high time you quit the little shit jokes. I’m not ten anymore.”

Tim, who had followed Jason to the fridge, and snatched the last redbull before Todd could even reach for it, turned to shoot Damian a look, raising a single eyebrow.

“Are you still the youngest, D?”

“That is irrel–”

“Then you’re the little shit, little D,” Jason cut him off, a soda in hand and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t worry, though, Dami. It’s been a hot minute since the last kid Bruce abducted—I mean adopted. I’m sure you’ll have to bid your ‘little shit’ title goodbye sooner rather than later,” Dick added.

Damian turned to glare at him. “Et tu, Brute?”

“Nice Latin there!”

Damian turned to look who the new voice belonged to and found himself staring at a face he hadn’t seen before.

“Gratias tibi ago,” Damian mumbled. He mumbled. He mumbled? Since when did he mumble? Damian sometimes muttered, quite often hissed, snapped and intoned, he occasionally graveled, he predominantly stated and deadpanned, but he never —never— mumbled. And was he just now internally rambling? He never internally rambled. What sorcery was this?

[reddiamondgamer]

Clef Out Of Context

These come from people and myself in my awesome friend Gay’s server! Thanks @jack-of-amulets and @bleakbittersoul for your contributions to this chaos. This was originally concerning stuff it just says and spiraled into out of context completely. Warnings for gore and alcohol mentions!

"why? i don't really exist in the eyes of the law and i'm not human."

"I don't know American Laws"

"I drank a cup of gas once"

"I broke a leg. Just fixing it." After mentioning using hot glue and a knife, forgetting to specify it was a chair at first

"I support this. Not because I agree with you, but because i like skinning people."

at a restaurant “i would order the rawest slab of meat ever, but i wanna see this argument go down.”

"Think I caught rabies. Hoping not."

"i wonder if i could take my fingers off and put them back on."

"The amount of times I could’ve burned myself today on accident is funny"

“Hiding this alcohol in my ukulele case”

"I'm a scientist."

“We’re ordering Wendys, SCP style.”

"i grew my toe back once."

"it might be just a bit worse than i thought but i'm fine. i'm on my way."

"nothing duct tape can't fix"

"i wonder how much bodily harm crutches can cause."

"I love my gun"

"shoutout to murdering another child"

"i feel like you'd rob my grave either way."

"what if i bashed you against the wall until you were red mush but in a cute way?"

"You might have some fingerprints to clean off the amulet."

"It could be mistaken for liquid or something though" clef, talking about trees.

"I thought about putting redbull in my coffee once"

"I know you'd kill me in a good enough way to fit my standards."

"i like mixing cotton candy with insulation, fluffy trail mix."

"It's so sweet it makes my teeth itchy."

genuine terror “What the fuck is that thing?”

"my frozen dinner injured me yesterday."

"I don't mean to alarm you" camera pans to house fire

My hungry ass could never be a neurosurgeon.

"would you be mad if i said i was eating a toothpick right now?"

"it was only three bites."

"we can pelt bald people with them together."

"you're my shouldn't be allowed a phone."

"the worst you'll get is salmonella but that's easy to get rid of."

Bonus: One of these quotes wasn’t Clef, can you guess which one? I’ll doodle you something if you guess correctly!