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[calkale]

I wish i cared about f1 the way i care about nascar

[featguler]

it made us restless ────── my god, this reminds me of when we were young.

lewis hamilton is seen reconnecting with an old lover.

⌗ pairing : lewis hamilton x reader ⌗ tags : reader is female, and her faceclaim is established. reader is a singer. not proofread, possibly shitty. ⌗ notes : this is my 200 followers special!! a different sports!! i haven't done a 100 followers special because i'm technically supposed to write for a football athlete that is not from real madrid, but i haven't decided who i wanna do for that so... you get this first :3 also i tried doing something different with the header!!! title and description is from 'when we were young' by adele ♡ masterlist.

FACECLAIM 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ yura yunita ( instagram )

DISCLAIMER 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𐙚 i am not affiliated with yura yunita, lewis hamilton, or anyone mentioned in this fic 𐙚 any similarities in name, time, and place is purely coincidental 𐙚 do not mind the time stamps 𐙚 click on the pictures if it seems blurry

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ynusername <33

username okay so anyone else got recommended this post on their timeline... seven years later...

username let me tell you about the heart attack i got... username i fr thought they were getting back together

lewishamilton i totally beat you though ❤️ by author

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username i love you my mother and my father please adopt me

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username this must be a sign from the universe huh...??? HUH???

username it's literally just the instagram algorithm fucking things up again calm down username REAL i'm not even following y/n

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ynusername i love you! 🥺

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ynsource my sources say that y/n is rekindling with an old lover 🤭 tagged ynusername view all comments

username and what sources are these

ynsource trust me → username LITERALLY "trust me bro" SOURCE???

username creating unnecessary drama

username i feel like it's been a few months ❤️ by author

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ynsource ofc baby username not the ship going so strong that their fan accounts are also in a love affair

username that's a dinner for TWO...

username she's allowed to have friends you know → username or other men idk → username no other men → username ?????

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ynusername some fresh air before the tour 🤝 which dates will you be going? :-) <33 view all comments

username oh she's teasing us

username guys.......... they're obviously talking again right

ynusername i'll see you all!!!

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username I'M GOING TO THE ARLINGTON SHOW QUEEN ❤️ by author

ynsource work those hamstrings 😍

username i feel like i'm in a cult

hamiltonsource we will... be seeing you <33

ynusername which dates? xo <33 ynsource HOW DID YOU GET A REPLY BUT NOT ME??? @.hamiltonsource → hamiltonsource i'm just better baby

username london 2nd night! <33 ❤️ by author

username she's fucking with us right

georgerussell63 monaco date ❤️ by author

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username why are we so afraid to say the word lewis

username SHHHH THAT'S FORBIDDEN AROUND HERE → username wtf??? i'll @ him idc @.lewishamilton → username real → username @.lewishamilton

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username were you getting married 😹

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ynsource to WHO!?!?!?!?

username happy bday queen

username it's not her bday yet 😭

ynluvr oh you are GORGEOUS gorgeous ❤️ by author

ynusername <33

username white is fr her colour

username whoever is going to marry her will be so lucky to see her walking down the aisle... 🥺

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lewishamilton First paddock birthday in a while 🎂🥳 <33 tagged ynusername view all comments

ynusername happy birthday to me!!! ❤️ by author

lewishamilton Birthday girl! → ynusername :-)

username HARDLAUNCH?????

username me when the world didn't end in 2015

username my mom thinks i'm insane for tossing my phone across the room after seeing this

hamiltonsource happy birthday mom @.ynusername

ynsource go away that's MY mom??? → hamiltonsource OUR mom 🥰

username HEEELLLLLLOOOOO??

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username seeing lewis post y/n gave me such intense whiplash i think i was transported back to 2011

username i have no one to send this to

[chaostudee]

i love you i'm sorry part 2, charles leclerc + jude bellingham.

summary : charles releases his debut album and fans go crazy, y/n and jude are the main talk over social media, and yet charles is adamant to get his girl back. faceclaim : cindy kimberly a/n : since you all asked here is part 2 <33 tysm sm for all the love ily all smmm also here is part 1. part 3.

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user278 oh she's defo listening to i love you i'm sorry

username_211 plsss 😭😭

f1fan ngl her and jude are acc rly cute

user00 the most gorgeous omlll

judebellingham ❤️

y/nusername ❤️

anon ugh what a bitch

username_78 i'm so glad that she is happy :)

f1fan_16 when i tell you i sobbed when i heard this lyric like i'm sorry but you can't convince me that he is not still in love with her

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landonorris trust me he is

user728 LANDO PLSS OMG username66 not him outing charles like that i can't

user400 on repeat.

username_15 this song feels like a stab through the heart.

charlesleclerc life recently 🤍🫶🐶

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user11 stoppp this makes me so sad to see leo without his mum 😭😭

f1fan i rly hope that he's okay

username_ we love you charles <3

user516 stop charles is actually the nicest person ever he does not deserve this

f1lover_45 ik charles is okay because he has lando

landonorris damn right

user526 off topic but the fit is fire 🔥

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texts between jude and y/n

baby? jude

yeah? y/n

can i come with you to paris fashion week jude

what omg acc?! y/n

id love to come and support you sweetheart jude

stopp why are you so perfect 🤭💗 y/n

that's all you jude

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judebellingham angel face

》 omg waitt is jude coming to paris fashion week?!?!

》 wait they are acc so cute

》 charles is better

》 y/n is acc so pretty

y/nusername paris fashion week with @ miumiu

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user82 she is defo getting war flashbacks from being in paris rn

username672 serving face !!

f1fan ooooo body is tea

justanichident so jealous of her beauty 🫠

kikagomez gorgeous gorgeous girl

y/nusername mwah

miuiu love the fit 😉

user526 guys guys did u see jude cheering her on ughh so so cuteee

judebellingham that's my girl

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y/nusername love u smm thank you for supporting me 💋

judebellingham love u sm babygirl

user991 jude bagged a baddie fr

username both serving cunt

user_18 ultimate bi panic

f1fan oml the fits are actual perfection

ln4_67 y/n we need the skincare routine !!

username_99 my fav couple 💗

charlesleclerc album is finally out hope you enjoy!!

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user777 i'm in a puddle of tears

username51 i'm acc not okay LIKE SOME WARNING OF HOW HEARTBREAKING THIS IS WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE

f1fan okay kinda team charles rn because tf

justaninchident imagine your ex making a whole album about you, crazy stuff.

user33 LEWIS'S VERSE OMG THIS MAN I DIED

landonorris so proud of you man and so happy that not only me but everyone can hear this incredible record you made 🫶

user00 aww supportive bsf lando we love to see it

username11 so so good

f1lover oh charles

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user415 nope.

username11 i'm crying over this like it's my own breakup.

justaninchident my therapist has heard too much about this that she is acc fed up of me.

f1fan_333 best song on the album but the saddest

user00 omgg guys imagine if he went on tour and sang these songs

f1_5 y/n lost a good one

user44 we all know damn well that she would take him back in heartbeat

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texts between jude and y/n

why did you lie to me??? jude

i didn't exactly lie....i said i was meeting a friend y/n

A FRIEND AS IN YOUR EX WTF Y/N jude

i'm sorry i didn't think you'd y/n

well i sure as hell do mind jude

you know damn well he is still in love with you jude

yk what? jude

what? y/n

i think you are still in love with him too jude

jude baby what are you talking abou i love you y/n

bffr y/n jude

i acc can't with you rn jude

i knew that getting myself involved with you was a mistake everybody warned me saying that you'd go back to him, well ig they were right jude

but i love u y/n

well too bad jude

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judebellingham no caption.

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user432 no y/n.....

footballfan_67 my goat 🐐

username55 he deserves better than y/n honestly and anyone who says otherwise is dumb asf

f1fan he's so real for the no caption

username_411 yesss no y/n finally she was such a bitch

user11 bro acc finally looks happy

f1lover wait do we all acc think they broke up??

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user445 i'm so in love.

username67 serving face

f1fan i hope she's okay she looks a bit sad :,(

f1lover omggg charles in the likess

user900 my fav ever actually

username526 petition for y/n to become a victoria secret model 🪽🫧

y/nusername

》 omg

》 y/n defo cheated i don't believe this crap

》 it defo wasn't mutual literally jude is with another girl, he either cheated or y/n did

》 oh she is soooo going back to charles

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user516 SHE'S BACKKK

username_67 omfgggg

f1fan ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER WHAT WHAT

justaninchident guess she finally realized that charles is just better

anon girl just broke up with jude and is now back with charles bffr omg like

user19 i need a moment BECAUSE WHAT

f1lover this is so y/n coded

user890 it girl before it girl now

username_56 i've never been happier 😫😫

user_53 guys guys hold up they could just be friends

anon shush let us dream

taglist⭑.ᐟ

@lottalove4evelyn

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[coff33andb00ks]

hello viv, the best viv of all the viv ily🥇🫶🏻

54+LH44🤭

my babe my darling loml 🫶🏻

warnings: body insecurities

driver + number = drabble <3

"Ugh!"

Lewis glances up at the sound of your frustrated groan and lets out a sigh, sinking back against the pillows while you continue rummaging through your closet. "Get comfy, Roscoe, mum's gonna be a while."

Roscoe whines and flops dramatically next to Lewis.

"It's not funny, I have nothing to wear," you sigh, hands on your hips as you survey your clothes.

Lewis hums. "Be honest."

You wrinkle your nose. "I'm being honest. Nothing to wear."

"All that stuff from Dior last week is just... Decoration?" Lewis asks. There's a grunt and you hear his bare feet on the floor. "Baby?"

"I'm bloated and nothing fits right," you mumble, glancing up to see him framed in the doorway. He still takes your breath away when you see him, and you hope he always will. You're not quite as bad as when you first met, when you were so struck by his beauty your mouth had flapped like a fish for five minutes and the only thing you'd been able to say was a high-pitched hello while your face turned crimson. Smiling faintly at the memory - because, somehow, he'd been interested enough to seek you out to talk more later - you turned back to the clothes. "I'm so not a fashion girlie, I don't even know why I still try."

"Wear whatever you want." It's not condescending or him giving up. He truly means it and you know he doesn't care what you put on. Your first "date" had been him in sweats and a t-shirt and you in leggings and a hoodie, eating takeout in the Mercedes motorhome after a race.

"I just want to look good for you." You sigh, picking through the pile of high end fashion items you'd discarded.

"You always look–"

"I want people to think I'm worthy of being on your arm." The words slip out and you immediately regret them, because you already know what he's going to say.

"Who the fuck cares what people think?"

That's new.

"The only two people whose opinions matter are right here, baby," he says softly.

"I know." And you do. But sometimes–

"C'mere," he murmurs, holding out his arms.

You want to say no. To be sullen and sulk. But you're walking over already, tucking your arms around his waist, your body slotting against his as he wraps you in his embrace.

"This?" he whispers. "This fits perfectly."

"It does," you agree.

"It's all I care about when it comes to you."

"Gonna make me cry, Lew."

He chuckles, kissing your forehead. "Get some clothes on, baby."

"This fits perfectly."

[formulawolff]

i. headlock - g.g. + g.r.

pairing -> fem!driver reader x gr63 (platonically)

word count -> 4.6k

warnings -> brocedes parallels, marijuana use, cursing, ANGST, so much ANGST, gut-wrenching heartbreak, lots of tears, slight toxicity, a falling out between two friends and teammates, alcohol usage, smut. basically every warning in the book!

a/n -> this is anon that started all of this. i do not apologize for the person that this concept has made me become. and i do not apologize for this fic. anon, ily. thank you for pulling me from the trenches of writer's block. <3

december 31st, 2025

“start from the beginning.”

“i’m not really sure if i want to–” 

a hand floats across the cushion, trembling slightly. 

it settles on top of yours, his fingers curling, squeezing the clammy skin.

he exhales a shaky breath, lashes fluttering as a tongue swipes along his lower lip. as he makes out the words, you can’t help but make out the golden glimmer in his mocha depths. they’re inviting, begging you to fall further and further in as he brings your knuckles to his mouth, shallow breaths fanning against heated skin. 

his voice is soft, rich with notes of comfort. a sound you forgot you missed, the coziness of bliss rippling in your chest as he speaks. 

“please. for me.”

292 days prior 

“golden girl, what are you looking forward to most this season with mercedes?”

blinking, you clear your throat, leaning into the microphone, “you were speaking to me, right?”

the reporter scoffs, rolling her eyes, “who else would i refer to as ‘golden girl’?” 

“easy there,” lewis cuts in, flashing a dazzling grin, “any one of us could be golden girl. especially this season. one of us could shine any given weekend.”

“he’s just saying that because he’s in that ferrari bullshit,” a giggle bubbles up in your throat as you shoot lewis a wink. yet, the realization washes over you, eyes widening, “oh fuck! did i just curse?”

“twice,” laughter erupts as max licks his lips, fighting a devious smirk, “hey someone call the fia on this lady! she’s cursing up a storm! where are the stewards so we can ensure she’s dealt with?”

“miss america,” another voice interjects, “will you just answer this poor woman’s question? she’s been waiting nearly three minutes now.”

your gaze falls on george, who happens to be visibly annoyed, toying with the zipper on his jacket, “yes, but only because you asked so politely.”

“thank you,” the british driver simply nods in response, his gaze fixated on his jacket. 

you and lewis share a glance, the ferrari driver a bit unnerved by the sudden shift of energy. silence settles over the space, the attention honing in on you once again. squirming in your seat, you shrug, gnawing on your lower lip.  

“i mean, i feel like there are a lot of things to look forward to this season now that i’m with mercedes. i really feel like i’m at home, and toto has been extremely encouraging and welcoming. the team has been open to all of the ideas i’ve pitched, and care about my input. and i can’t forget george. he’s been absolutely wonderful. i look forward to working with him, as we have a pretty good friendship off the track. and if i may add, he can whip up some tasty beans on toast.”

beside you, lando snickers, bringing his hand to his mouth. lewis shakes his head, mouth quivering. more chuckles rise from the crowd, yet george remains still, his jaw clenching. 

too far? you mouth to lewis, who waves a hand. 

not at all. 

“thank you,” the reporter’s pen flicks as she jots down your response, “that’s all i have.”

“are we finished here?” ollie fights a yawn, “cause–”

“awwww, is the baby getting sleepy?” fernando chimes in, exaggerating a pout. 

“yes, actually,” ollie nods, stifling a yawn, “very sleepy.”

“well that’s a wrap,” alex stretches as the media personnel shuffle about, filing out of the room, “i thought that was pretty productive. what about you guys?”

george tuts, folding his arms across his chest, “that was a waste of time.”

“oh come on,” alex frowns, “you didn’t like that, georgie?”

george mumbles a strand of words under his breath, rising to his feet, “i will see you all tomorrow for qualifying. have a good evening, and get some rest. you all need it, clearly.”

as the british driver makes his way through the array of chairs and tables, the remaining drivers linger, almost holding their breath. max is the first to break through the quiet, letting out a shaky breath.  

“not quite sure what’s gotten into him lately.”

“he was like that a couple of months ago,” lando inhales sharply, “i think he’s just in his head, that’s all.”

“we’re all in our heads,” fernando clicks his tongue, “this is opening weekend.”

at the spaniard’s words, you can’t help but nod in agreement. 

it was march 14th, 2025, the friday night before qualifying. 

a mere forty-eight hours from the first race of the season. 

twenty-four hours from now, the grid would be set. 

in approximately twelve hours, you’d be soaring down the track for your first ever qualifying in a mercedes car. 

a dream come true, really. 

a dream that came with a cost. 

following abu dhabi, bridges were burned. 

actually, more like incinerated. 

james did not take the move from williams to mercedes lightly. 

as your move to mercedes became more and more of a reality for the team principal, the relationship between the two of you only grew more and more bitter. with each passing weekend, the snide remarks shifted into blunt, loaded statements. even when you won, it was never enough for james. 

you were not fit enough for the world of formula one. your attitude was too sour. when you made mistakes, they were too costly. you would never become a champion at mercedes. toto was only filling your head with empty promises, just as he did with lewis. the upgrades they were making would not be able to compete with mclaren or ferrari. it would be years before mercedes could produce a car of championship caliber. 

you would only be going where dreams were left to die. 

that was the one statement that lingered. 

no matter how many times toto attempted to squash it. 

yet, with the start of the 2025 season, it promised nothing but new beginnings. a fresh start with the team you cherished ever since you were a little girl. over the course of the next nine months, you would be able to prove to the world that you were capable of securing that championship title. 

it sounded easy enough when you thought about it, but saying it out loud was particularly challenging. 

why were you so doubtful? what was holding you back? why was it so fucking difficult to picture yourself hoisting that trophy up high?

you could list a few reasons why. 

max verstappen was the first. 

throughout the entirety of last year, you were so confident. so sure of yourself. you managed to pull off one of the best starts of a season in your career, locking in a win weekend after weekend. you would have never imagined a more perfect start in the race to the championship. you sailed through jeddah. soared in miami. you even secured monaco. 

the points were stacked, odds in your favor, as you were the favorite to win it all. 

well, that was the case until spielberg. 

spielberg was a shit show. 

there really was not one particular person to blame for spielberg. the weather conditions were not entirely favorable that weekend. you were running off fumes from an eventful night with toto. there was a costly error in the team strategy that cost you several seconds from a podium. you couldn’t forget the time penalty either, which placed you near the bottom of the grid once everything was said and done. 

george was the one who ended up winning austria, as max and lando collided in their fight for first. 

from there, you fell into a funk. it was just an array of disappointing finishes. you barely made it to p2 some weekends, which cost you greatly in terms of the championship race. 

in the end, it was max verstappen who sealed the deal in vegas. 

it was a heartbreaking loss. gut-wrenching even. 

it was one of the first times in your life where you felt truly and utterly defeated, fighting back tears as you ducked through the paddock, desperate to avoid the press. the headlines to follow were even lower blows, as your name was plastered everywhere and anywhere. you could barely log on to instagram or tik tok without reading scathing, horrific remarks. 

there were demands that mercedes retract their deal with you. fans wanted you out of the paddocks for good. why even try when it was clear that you could not produce results? why were you even behind the wheel of a formula one car in the first place? 

following vegas, part of you wondered if they were right. you would never be max. you could never compete with someone as gifted as him. you would never win a championship as long as he was on the grid. you would never make history. you were just a stupid woman with silly little hopes. going to mercedes would not automatically guarantee you the championship title. you would have to fight for it in a mediocre car just like everyone else on the grid. 

perhaps you were icarus, who flew just a little too close to the sun. 

as long as max verstappen was competing, you would never achieve greatness. 

the second reason behind your doubts was mclaren. 

it was not a secret that mclaren was a force to be reckoned with. securing the constructor’s title proved that. 

those mclaren boys were starting to become a threat, the speed of the mclaren almost lethal. there were many instances in which you speculated if the car itself was legal, but it seemed to pass every inspection by the fia. without a doubt, oscar and lando were talented. but having a rocketship under your fingertips was certainly a bonus.  

a bonus that you were envious of with each passing weekend. 

yet, the idea of working with zak brown left a bitter taste in your mouth. it was enough to keep you from stepping foot in that ridiculous papaya paddock. 

and the third? you didn’t really want to talk about it.

well, it did bubble up often. a little too much for your liking. 

whenever those feelings resurfaced, you instinctively reached for the cartridge in your bag. you would inhale, exhale, and all of the sudden, those lingering ruminations would disappear, the high sweeping you up in its blissful embrace. 

did you want to discuss those lingering thoughts? yes. 

but could you? no.

well, lately, they weren’t thoughts.

they were starting to transform into an awful sensation. the sort of feeling that left you numb from head to toe, waves of guilt crashing over. the sort of sensation that sent you reeling, lying awake at night, reaching for that cartridge so you wouldn’t feel anything else.  

you were going through those carts a little too much for your liking as of lately.

but as long as it distracted you from those thoughts, it didn’t matter. 

luckily, the start of the season slowed you down. well, just enough. 

making your way to the garage, you notice him pacing about, phone pressed to his ear. his brows are furrowed, knit together with concentration. his pristine polo is unbuttoned slightly more than it was a few hours ago, revealing a snowy white t-shirt underneath. the shirt clings to his skin, spanning across his toned chest.  

as you get closer, you pick out the way the muscles in his forearm flex as he brings a hand to his chin, nodding along. 

the moment you come into his line of sight, he murmurs a few hushed words, then proceeds to shove the phone into his pocket. you purse your lips, cocking your head. typically, you were greeted with a radiant smile, swept up into his arms for a tight hug. however, he is reserved, his lips etched in a deep frown, hands situated on his hips. 

ducking your head, you avoid his stony gaze, “who was that?”

“the stewards,” you shrink slightly at the iciness inflected throughout his words, “it was about your drug test.”

“and?” your heart skips a beat, yet you maintain your composure,  shrugging, “was there something abnormal or–”

“you tested positive for cannabinoids.” 

“and?” you press, clicking your tongue, “what about it?”

the team principal tilts his head, a tongue swiping along his teeth, “why have you been hiding it from me?” 

“that’s what you’re concerned about?” 

toto nods, the intense eye contact picking you apart, almost as if he was studying every little move, every little inflection in your voice, “yes, that is what i’m concerned about. i do not give a fuck about the other shit that comes with this. i want to know why you were hiding it from me. you know i don’t care during the off-season and holidays. i encourage it, actually, as it seems to help keep your anxiety at bay. 

but we are not on holiday. we are about to start the fucking season and here you are, prancing around with that ridiculous little pen. are you under the impression that the rules just don’t apply to you because of our relationship?”

“toto,” you swallow thickly, realizing that eyes are starting to wander, “can we please talk about this in private?”

“no,” to your dismay, he raises his voice several octaves, the sound carrying throughout the entire space, “you are not racing this weekend. kimi will be filling your seat instead. you have been suspended for three races.”

in that moment, you want nothing more than to just sink into the floor, disappearing from the stares that are now lasered in, focusing on nothing else but the lover’s quarrel in the middle of the garage. 

that’s when the terror starts to seep in.

you would not be able to race this weekend. you would have to sit on the sidelines, barred from earning points. you would not get that head start you needed so desperately in order to get ahead in the championship fight. you would have to play catch up the rest of the season to even compete for the title.

fuck. fuck. fuck. 

you wanted to scream. you wanted to explode. you wanted to curse him out right then and there. 

yet, your knees buckle, a wail rising in your throat. 

your lower lip quivers, tears blurring your vision, “toto, can we just–”

“no excuses,” the team principal growls, “you may have been able to get away with this at williams, but i am not excusing this. you are going to face the consequences of your actions, whether you detest it or not.”

bringing a hand to your face, you attempt to wipe away a tear. yet, you realize it’s too  late, as there were streams flowing down your cheeks, completely soaking through the fabric. 

hanging your head, you exhale a shaky breath, “o-okay.”

“that’s it?” you recoil at the cruel taunt, “that’s all you have to say?”

“yes,” you mutter, “that’s all.”

to your dismay, he struts past, giving you one last sentiment.  

“meet me in my office tomorrow morning at seven. if you’re a second late, i’m extending your suspension two more races. no exceptions.”

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three knocks ring out in the night. 

“hospitality! we have come to collect your bedding!”

grumbling, you get up on your feet, shuffling to the door. as your hand curls around the knob, you crack open the door, peering behind it.

before you stand alex and carlos, the pair bearing goofy smiles. in one of alex’s hands is a mysterious white paper bag, a bouquet of flowers in the other. at the sight of them, you nearly crumble, your throat tightening. 

“h-hi guys.”

alex puckers his lips, “can we come in?”

“yeah,” you dip your head, pulling the door toward you, “come on in.”

“we just wanted to let you know that we’re proud of you,” alex gushes, making his way to your kitchenette, “since you’re accomplishing big dreams, we brought some of your favorite snacks and a couple of drinks.”

at the sight of the flowers, you can’t help but giggle, “where did you find those?”

“don’t worry about it,” carlos waves a hand, making himself comfortable on your couch, “where’s toto?”

the mere mention of his name sends your heart rate spiking, a sheen of sweat pooling in your palms, “h-he had some stuff to take care of before qualifying tomorrow.”

“you’re lying,” alex rolls his eyes, plopping down next to carlos, “what’s going on? and don’t act like everything is all fine and dandy because i know damn well things are not.”

sighing, you settle between alex and carlos, resting your head on alex’s shoulder, “i’m not racing this weekend.”

alex’s muscles tense, the words dangerously quiet as they flow from his mouth, “what happened?”

chewing on the inside of your lower lip, you shrug, “i got into some deep shit with the stewards.”

at that, alex straightens his spine, shifting his waist so that he was looking down at you,  “what. happened.”

“i failed my drug test.”

“what?” carlos blinks, “why did you fail?”

sucking in a breath, you pause, trying to formulate some sort of response that wouldn’t trigger another meltdown. 

i failed because i am starting to regret taking the mercedes seat. and i can’t stop fucking thinking about it. it takes up my brain space. i can’t even focus without my mind wandering. i don’t feel joy when i’m in that seat. i’m not sure if this hunger i have will ever be fulfilled if i stay in that seat. i don’t feel at home. 

maybe james was right. maybe my dreams are going to just rot and die in that fucking car.

i feel like a fool. 

i just can’t take it anymore. 

i just can’t… 

“apparently i tested positive for cannabinoids.” 

“apparently or you did test positive?” alex presses, his voice soft as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, “you can be honest. you know we won’t say anything.”

“you can tell us,” carlos affirms, nodding fervently, “we just want to know what’s going on, in case we can help.”

i’m not sure if you guys can help. 

“i’ve been high nearly every day for the last three months.”

“wait, pause,” alex clears his throat, putting up a hand, “every day?”

“well,” you exhale, “more like every night. i haven’t been able to sleep.”

“oh,” carlos leans back, bringing a hand to his chin, “that’s not unheard of.”

“thanks guys,” you melt into the cushion, groaning, “i’m feeling so much better about it.”

“i mean it’s pretty normalized in the states so i’m not judging,” alex brings you closer to him, squeezing you gently, “did you get one of those special forms from a psychiatrist or therapist authorizing you to use it for therapeutic purposes? i know that the fia sort of excuses it if it’s medicinal.”

“of course not,” you shake your head, “i’ve just been carrying it around with me. everywhere i go, it comes with.”

“how do you get past international flights?” the inquiry comes tumbling out of carlos’ mouth, earning a laugh from you. 

“toto and i usually just fly private.” 

“oh,” carlos licks his lips, “that makes sense.”

“why have you been having issues sleeping?” alex murmurs, resting his chin on your head, “do carlos and i need to come over every night and have sleepovers so that you’ll get some shut-eye?”

“i’m not too sure if i want to talk about that right now. can we just change the subject?”

you feel alex’s adam apple bob, as if he was going to pry, but he remains quiet. carlos crosses his legs, his hands resting on his lap. you expect alex to ignore your request, but he complies, a ripple of relief blossoming in your chest. 

“how are things going with george? he seemed a wee bit uptight today.”

your jaw clenches, hands curling into tight fists. 

of course alex was going to bring up george. 

of course.

“things are going fine,” you pick at a loose thread on your sweatpants, “he’s been welcoming. we’re good friends, you know.”

“you sure about that?” alex coughs, “remember, we’re having honesty hour here. everything you say is confidential information.”

biting back a sharp retort, you snuggle into your hoodie, catching a whiff of toto’s cologne. 

there’s a pang in your chest, tugging at your heart.

maybe you could gossip with them about the incident earlier. just to change the topic of conversation entirely. 

maybe it would help you feel a little bit better to rant about your boyfriend for a good hour. maybe it would lift your mood slightly if you heard the words oh my god he’s such an asshole for that or what a dick! tell us more. 

just maybe. 

but would it make everything better? 

would it really? 

or would it just be like slapping a bandaid on a gaping wound? would it temporarily ease the pain that ate away at you, tearing you open from the inside?

there was no denying that when you made the move to mercedes, the way toto treated you changed. 

but that was expected. he was your boss now. you were under his wing. things had to remain professional. no lines could be blurred, as it was stated in your contract. there was no room for special treatment. 

he was the reason why you were here at mercedes. he was the one who was going to lead you to greatness. he was the one who promised he would fulfill your destiny. 

he was the one who gifted mercedes with their messiah.

the one who was going to win them both the world driver’s championship and the constructor’s.  

no matter the cost. 

at least, that’s what he told you. 

and that is what you were going to keep telling yourself. 

even if it absolutely destroyed you, you were going to secure that title. 

you had to. you just had to. 

because now, there was no other way out. 

there just wasn’t. 

december 31st, 2025

“i am so fucking sorry.”

sniffling, you wrinkle your nose, “you have no reason to be sorry.”

“i am though,” your heart sinks as he brings his head up, gaze glossy from tears, “you should never be in that sort of position. ever. you should never have to feel like you need to destroy every part of yourself for a team. that’s just so fucking unfair.”

“i-i did that to my-myself though,” the words are mangled as you spit them out, shoulders trembling as you sob, “i signed that contract. i was the one who put myself in that position. it’s all my fault. it’s all my fucking fault.”

“hey,” his accent seeps through as his hand connects with your cheek, the pad of his thumb swiping away a droplet as it cascades down, “please don’t blame yourself. you have no reason to blame yourself. it’s not your fault.”

“then who do i blame?” you counter, “whose fault is it then?”

“it’s not entirely one person’s fault,” the words are tender as he leans in, “if you keep blaming yourself, you’re only going to spiral further and further down that dark path. here, let’s talk about something else for the time being. ask me something. anything.”

“okay,” you nod, “c-can i have a tissue?”

“of course,” a chuckle rumbles in the base of his throat. carefully, he leans to the right, plucking a tissue box off the table, “here, knock yourself out. use as many as you need.”

graciously, you pull a few tissues from the box, blowing into them. he offers you a small trash can, and you toss them into the bin. bringing your sleeves to your eyes, you swipe  along your lashes, dousing the fabric. he murmurs something you can’t quite comprehend, fishing his phone out of his pocket. 

“what do you say we order some food, yeah?”

“i’m not so sure if that’s a good idea,” you exhale, curling up into the couch cushion, “i’m not really hungry.”

“oh come on,” his knee nudges yours playfully, “you’ve been over here for almost three hours. you need something to eat.”

“i need a joint,” you grumble, ignoring the continuous buzzing in your pocket. 

“good thing we’re in new york,” clambering to his feet, he shoots you a wink, “come on. let’s go for a ride. you need some fresh air.”

“can i drive?” 

at that, the corners of his lips twitch, forming a wide grin, “of course you can drive. which car do you want to take?”

“what about the mclaren?” 

“keys are on the island,” he motions his head toward the kitchen, “while you’re at it, start thinking about places where you want to eat.”

“that’s not fair,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “if i drive, that means you choose where to eat.”

“you have a point there,” he ushers you out of the door, pulling it shut, “you have a point there.”

as he makes his way to the garage, your gaze rests on his arm as it stretches out behind him, his hand waving. 

swallowing the lump in your throat, you find yourself intertwining your fingers together. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

the dozens upon dozens of missed calls and ignored texts proved that. 

but fuck, did it feel right. 

as if you were meant to be here. 

for the first time in months, there was this feeling brewing within you, coming back to the surface. 

it was peaceful, filling you up the brim with euphoria. reminiscent of that feeling of when you heard you father’s car pulling up in the driveway, or when your mom stopped by mcdonald’s on the way to kindergarten classes. it reminded you of that sensation you felt every time your plane pulled to a stop on that tarmac, surrounded by palm trees and cacti. 

for the first time in months, you felt like you were home. 

“since you’re driving, that means i’m aux,” his voice brings you back to earth, grounding you, “however, i’m making an exception. what do you want to listen to?”

“whatever you want to,” you shrug, climbing into the driver’s seat, “i’m not picky.”

“how about some adele?” he arches a brow, letting out a hearty laugh as you scowl, “i  was just kidding. i know that’s probably the last thing you want to listen to.”

as you start the car, the engine roars to life. your eyes widen, and you can sense his smile as he leans over the center console, pointing out a few of the bells and whistles. his shoulder brushes against yours, sending heat flourishing into your cheeks as his hand guides yours to the gear shift. 

“i-i’m sorry,” he whispers, “i’m getting too close.”

“is that such a bad thing?”

his chest heaves as you tilt your head, lashes fluttering as the tip of his nose brushes against yours, “no, but i need to keep my distance.”

all around you, the windows fog as his mouth ghosts over yours, “what if i want you to be this close?”

“it wouldn’t be fair,” the words tremble as you inch closer,  “i-i shouldn’t–”

“you should–”

“mmm,” he hums, pulling away, “you need time, as much as you won’t admit it.”

“fuck you,” you mumble, feeling a pout form as he smirks, waggling a finger. 

“you really though you could seduce me but nope! i am immune!”

“look up where the nearest dispensary,” your fingers curl around the gear shift, “please and–”

“i’m not letting that happen,” his attention is invested in his phone, scrolling through his apple music library, “okay, i found a good one. did you pick a place to eat?”

“no,” glancing over your shoulder, you ensure that there is nothing in sight as you reverse, foot hovering over the brake, “can we just drive around a little bit? i need some time to think.”

“yep!” he chirps, “under one condition, though.”

“and what’s that?” you hold your breath as you pull up to the gate.

“you tell me about george.”

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let me know if you would like to be tagged! i plan on making this a three part miniseries! thank you for reading! ♡

[lavnderwonu]

erica’s 2024 tumblr wrapped!

thank you to @haologram for tagging me <3 i saw some others do this and it seems fun, so I thought i would join in on the fun. 2024 was an okay year, writing-wise, & i thank all who supported me, and the friends that i have made along the way 🫂

— stats!

— words written: 13,199 — works posted: 14

— most popular fics!

the boy next door (idol!boyfriend!wonwoo x fem!reader)

— posted: march 13 — notes: 2,161 (still shocks me...) — comments from author: this is still one of my favorite works of mine lolol. idk what it is but the whole secret relationship with wonwoo just got me.... iykyk. me and wonwoo when????

so high school (fiance!mingyu x pregnant!fem!reader)

— posted: november 11 — notes: 1,182 — comments from author: i adore this fic UGH. it was a guilty pleasure of mine to write girl dad mingyu, & future husband mingyu. this fic was so so so fun to plan out and write (especially since it was inspired by miss taylor's song off ttpd) the song is just so mingyu coded.

— my most recent fic!

book lovers (bookish!jun x bookish!fem!reader)

— posted: december 26 — notes: 102 — comments from author: another guilty pleasure of mine to write bookish characters that are obsessed with books that i am also in love with. i also kinda wrote jun in this based off jess from gilmore girls... the girls that get it get it... #teamjess anyway!

— favorite reads! in no particular order!

— home by @babyleostuff (jungkook) — healing comes in small doses: stomach bug by @tomodachiii (mingyu) — in the night by @etherealyoungk (wonwoo) — how they make you feel beautiful by @gi4hao (ot13) — life with a gamer!wonwoo be like by @intogyu (wonwoo) — their favorite thing to do with you by @intogyu (ot13) — reaction to you being a swiftie during ttpd release by @wonuwrites (ot13) — this feeling, this everglow. by @honeyciders (wonwoo) — soft, shy wonwoo falling in love for the first time by @etherealyoungk (wonwoo) — life with a clingybf!mingyu be like by @intogyu

clearly i need to reblog/save more that i read...

— top songs!

— million dollar baby by tommy richman — making out by no doubt — deeply still in love by role model — sexy to someone by clairo — pyramids by frank ocean — cardigan by taylor swift — the reflex by duran duran — don't bring me down by electric light orchestra — run by bts

— 2025 goals!

i have said it before and i'll say it again, 2025 is the year of living my life. and doing shit! i find myself constantly not doing things just because i'm scared, whether it's scared of change, or just living...idk. nothing changes if nothing changes. i have things i wanna get done this year (i.e. my degree!) and i'm doing it! change is scary but this year i wanna embrace it & grow with it. i also am always too worried about what everybody else is doing and i want to try to stop that, cause it doesn't matter. there's no timeline for life. it seems scary that i'm 25 this year and haven't done a lot of the same things as others my age and it seems lame but i'm on my own path and i need to realize that! ANYWAY enough seriousness... my other goals for this year are: run a half marathon race, dare i say... get a boyfriend..? and attend a formula 1 race later on this year (george & lewis im coming for you!!) & read more books...its good for you!! oh, and become a morning person and wake up earlier, that's good for you too.

taking a moment to thank all of those who read my works, follow me, and who have became my friend over this past year! january 2024 erica wouldn't believe that anybody even read much of her writing or even took the time to talk to her. she thought tumblr was so lonely up until recently, but we've proved 2024 erica wrong! ily all and let's have a great 2025 together!

[thisismeracing]

https://www.tumblr.com/thisismeracing/733756361805004800/which-we-wanna-talk-about-first-tugging-on-lewis?source=share

ok but lets talk about how mick would absolutely learn how to take care of hamilton!reader's hair

this man already sorts hamilton!reader's rice for her so its not far off that he would learn another way to take care of her

i think he also does it because he wants to know how to take care of their potential kids hair if they get hamilton!reader's curly hair

FAMILY HAIR DAY

MICK, HAMILTON!READER, AND THEIR LITTLE TODDLER

AND TODDLER SCHUMACHER-HAMILTON IS GETTING THEIR HAIR DONE BY ONE PARENT ON EACH SIDE OF THEIR HEAD

or

pre-shumacher-hamilton kids: lewis and mick doing the back of hamilton!readers hair while hamliton!reader works on the front

ok imma stop there

(i think the sickness has gotten to my head because i went on about schumacher-hamilton babies, im going to go cough up my lungs now)

☕

every time I reread the rice scene my heart goes kjdgdsfjiodhjdskjhkdsjg

the way he's obsessed with her I would bet the thoughts about their kids' hair would come later on. It would start when they got to spend more time together, he would watch attentively her hair routine, what she did before and after bed, how she washed her hair, and so on. Mick finds it therapeutic to watch her go around each step, he'll ask her questions here and there, to which she'll explain, and some time into the relationship she'll ask for him to do some of those, such as wash her hair, or help her detangle it. And I just know homeboy will be all happy she's trusting him and they're sharing yet another moment, he'll def open YouTube and start watching tutorials on how to braid, and some details that he may have let slip and he doesn't wanna keep asking her. Next thing hamilton!reader knows Mick has half of her products in his apartment because "I saw it online and well, I just wanted to save you the trouble of always bringing and taking your bottles of hair product..." and she won't tease him about it because she too got some of his stuff for her house (THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT SCENARIO YOU SENT ME FOR AN EXTRA KJSDKJGDSG) anyways, they'll end up having spa days before or after racing weeks, whenever they can, and their schedules let them, and it'll go from hair care to skincare. And when they're all fresh and smelling as good as ever, they'll lie together either in bed or on the couch, turn on their playlist, and take a nap (you can bet Lewis will pretend to be jealous about this new tradition because you two too have your hair care day every month or whenever you find a free time in your schedules).

TODDLER!HAMILTON-SCHUMACHER DKGJSKGJSDG I AM CRYINGGG THIS SCENARIO WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!!!

Mick's phone would be full of braiding tutorials and pics because his kid would definitely ask for some new types and he wants to do it too, they'll definitely create some kind of tradition where they'll braid their baby girl's hair, and then hamilton!reader's hair too. Lots of snacks, giggles, and music while they're going about it.

After the rice situation Lewis wouldn't even be surprised Mick knew how to braid hair kfjskgjsdgkj

i think the sickness has gotten to my head because i went on about schumacher-hamilton babies, im going to go cough up my lungs now/// BESTIE I LOVED IT AKGJSKDGJSK ily <3 take care!!

Read KOMH here

[cfthesoul]

i can't go anon with this. Hi hello I love you very much. I know we don't have many threads ( we need to change that ASAP again ily ) but I adore you and adore your muses, first there's naya <3. a strong and independent woman and amazing mother who puts up with LB and his craziness. Then their babies. I love how each kid has a little bit of each parent in them <3. I adore you and your muses so much. I'm so happy to have met you and your muses here <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 ALSO all your muses ROCK

ANONYMOUSLY SEND ME YOUR FAVORITE DETAIL ABOUT HOW I PLAY MY CHARACTER.

STOPPPPPPP the way i screamed at this? you've been with me since the beginning of naya's creation which was 11 years ago now which is just crazy. i adore you and all your muses. my little lewis family/clan will always be a favorite though. each so broken but beautiful in their own ways. LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!

[leclerking]

Who initiated the first kiss?

Who apologizes first after a fight?

Who is the funny one?

Who is more romantic?

Who is the most patient?

Who’s the better cook?

Who said “I love you” first?

Who takes longer to get ready in the morning?

Who is grumpier in the morning?

Who’s more stubborn?

Who’s the bigger baby when sick?

Who is the social butterfly?

Who’s the messy one?

Who spends the most money?

DO THIS WITH MY FAVORITE SHIPS

Sewis

Piarreles

Martian

😭😭😭 where are you finding these?

I will do some of them

Sewis (considering this as feral rbr seb and Lewis frm 2011 or so)

1. First kiss — seb. He's so cocky abt it too

2. First to apologise — neither, they both just have a heated make out session

3. Funny one — seb. I think he's the funniest one ever

4. Longer to get ready — Lewis bcz seb only wears team merch and it's not that hard to decide for him

5. Bigger baby when sick — seb. But actually i think both of them ...

Piareles

1. First kiss — Charles for sure

2. Apologizes first — Charles. I don't think he has the ability to stay mad at someone.

3. Grumpier in the morning — Pierre

4. Bigger baby when sick — Pierre for sure. (funny how I'm saying this while he's out there literally almost dating a bby 😬😭💀)

5. Social butterfly — I think Pierre because Charles has a somewhat close circle i think??? Even though they're both extroverts

6. Who's messier — I actually don't know. Because we have evidence that Charles is neat. But idk enough about Pierre's lifestyle. But what I do know is OSCAR IS THE MESSIEST ON THE GRID

Martian ( prime rbr Martian)

1. First kiss — Mark, just because i think seb was still a bit young and innocent and new when he was introduced to mark and f1

2. First to apologise — Mark obviously.

3. Funnier one — seb but also all his jokes are channeled into roasting mark

4. Better cook — neither

5. First to say ily — seb. Don't ask me why

6. Grumpier, more stubborn, bigger baby — seb seb seb. Like THIS MENACE WAS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE

[ashnsweet]

WAIT THIS NEW ONE WAS SO REAL

like fr the only way my man or my friends or anyone will ever know that they've hurt me or im upset or worried ab smth is by accident

like i couldnt bring myself to be honest w ppl like that

cuz i feel like its so easy for it to backfire and then ppl hate on u and then u have nothing and i hate that

but if i were acc in any of these convos id highkey start crying and think they're lowkey being mean and sick of my insecure ass 😭

then probz just air them and be a bit distant sorry i fear i am insecure leave me be esp max's one lmao

carlos was so funny lmao BrAt SpiLl tHe TeA gTfO wHy U bEiNg a BrAt iLy

charles was so sweet hes so the romantic

and oscah's straight to the point but soft way ab it was so cute

lewis rly talked u thru it sfw version

nobody else to mention

hope exams are going well probably gonna yap ab f1 drama soon

got an exam thursday and i had 2 on the same day last week kill meeeeeee

take care of urselffff ty for the ficcc

-🌝

oh the way you explained sounds exactly like me irl😁🤞

none but me can know I'm hurt or mad :3

insane news but EXAMS FINISHED LETS GO (they haven't my next one is just 20 days away on 26th dec so I'm delulu)

babe!?!??!!? 2 on same day wtf also hoping you'll see this after your exam because same lol, I got done with my exam today and straight up opened tumblr ahakshjs

exams went well btw what about you baby I'm proud of you anyway please relax after today's exam you deserve it

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 6/288

2007 Canadian GP.

(As a disclaimer those are just my thoughts throughout the race. Don’t expect anything. But I make GIFs !)

Oh baby Lewis in the build up !

AHHHH IT’S HIS FIRST POLE !!! He’s very happy ! (obviously)

Also now baby Lewis in school, adorable.

Proud Anthony !

(Don’t mind me while I gif the whole build up basically lmao)

There’s a little review of Lewis’ career before F1. Someone says : “I mean it isn’t just that he’s a driver, he– obviously he could drive, but he’s a racer.” And that sounds like the catch phrase of a dramatic 00′s movie that would definitely appear in the trailer.

They keep interviewing people without telling us who they are like we’re all-knowing or something.

“One cannot do what he is doing unless he is completely aggressive, completely arrogant. But the great thing is : he can turn that switch off when he gets out of the car.”

Niki says : “God made something special out of him.” I’m gonna cry.

You can see some of the other F1 drivers saying what a good job he is doing, it’s lovely.

Loads of talk about McLaren not letting them race each other last time. Sounds familiar. They’re talking about Monaco like a missed opportunity and something scandalous. If you could tell them where we’re standing today phewww

Lewis is saying that he’s not really one to qualify on pole and is not very strong at qualifying but more at racing 😭 sweetie you hold the record for most pole positions now but ily

He’s asked what he thinks of his relationship with his teammate : “We both wanna win, simple as that. But we respect each other and we don’t wanna make any silly moves..... Altough I hope he doesn’t !”

Niki is there : “It’s very difficult today. Lewis certainly did a good job in practice so far did no mistakes but as you know he is young and no experience so we all expect mistakes but they are not coming so the question will be today for me very simple : if he is in the lead and Alonso can follow him all the way – I think Alonso can do 2-3 laps longer this would be my guess even though I’m not Ron Dennis – and if he pulls enough speed out of the two laps then he will win. If he does not Hamilton might win.”

They’re on the grid now. They’re talking to Anthony who says Lewis hasn’t said much at all he’s just been smiling all day and all night.

They’re expecting a lot of DNFs (lmao because there’s like 6 per race already).

50mn into the broadcast it’s finally formation lap and my summary is so long already........ I’m sorry....... Also we see Michael Schumacher on TV and the commentator is saying he has a headache because he was drinking tequila shot with him the night before and so he hopes he has a headache too????? Ok sir???????????

Oh here’s Charlie Whiting ! Everything went to shit since you passed 😔

THE GRID :

And they’re (finally) racing !

Lewis has an okay start, I’m worried about Alonso catching up to him but he runs wide, cuts the corner and almost collides with Lewis as he gets back on track AGAIN just like last time at the Spanish GP !

Lewis is pulling away, Alonso now down in third behind Heidfeld. Jenson Button has stalled on the grid and is being pushed in the pit lane by his team. They’re trying to get him to start his car but he’s shaking his head. The car won’t move.

Lap 9 : Speed is slowing down (lol) and parks his car on the grass. The wheels are starting to smoke as he tries to get out as marshalls are pushing the car ???? Oh he collided with a Williams earlier and it broke his suspension. Lewis already 7.7 seconds clear of Heidfeld who’s not gaining on him one bit.

Lap 15 : Alonso runs wide again, at the first corner again. Meanwhile Lewis is doing the same excellent lap consistently. So quick. 11 seconds ahead. Untouchable.

AND ALONSO MISSES THE FIRST CORNER FOR THE THIRD TIME?!

Lap 21 : Lewis pits with a 19 seconds lead on Massa who’s now 2nd after Heidfeld pitted. He gets out 4th.

And there’s a Safety Car but we don’t know why. Of course it’s costing Lewis a lot. Oh it’s Sutil who hit the wall. Alonso pitted just before they closed the pit lane so that’s lucky for McLaren. A lot of drivers pitted during the SC so now it’s Lewis, Heidfeld, Alonso. Several cars seem to have exited the pits under a red light, penalties maybe?

The race is back on. A McLaren locks up on restart. It’s Alonso. Him and Rosberg are under investigation for maybe not pitting at the right time? I’m confused.

Lap 26 : HUGE CRASH. It’s Kubica. Omg that’s terrifying. The car is in the air and flipping over in a full 360°. Kubica is upside down for a split second before his wreck of a car stops on the flank in the gravel. Only one wheel left on it. Safety car obviously. The marshalls are running in a frenzy. Can’t believe that they showed all of that before knowing he was okay even though the journalist commented early on that you could see him move his hands. Also I already said that but no halo era is horrifying.

Alonso and Rosberg get 10 seconds stop-and-go penalties even though they had to stop during the first Safety Car because they didn’t have any fuel left. These rules don’t make much sense imo.

Lap 33, Safety Car in. We’re told Kubica is “stable”. That’s all. It’s the only word used to qualify his health.

Davidson pits and his mechanics aren’t there. Trulli is stopped on the side of the track. At first we think there was contact with Rosberg but it turns out they did a nice little synchronized spin side by side for no reason. Pretty though. Also Coulthard is out now ?

This race is all over the place.

No penalties for the drivers who left the pit lane under a red light because the light shouldn’t have been red. What a circus.

Lap 45 : Kubica has been taken to the hospital but unidentified spokeperson says “he talked to me almost normally” which isn’t as reassuring as he intended it to be imo.

Anders (?) lost his rearwing on the track or something. He’s retiring. Yellow flags and THIRD safety car. There’s too much debris on the track.

Lap 52 : Massa and Fisichella get black flags for exiting the pit lane under a red light this time. How come black flags aren’t a thing anymore? Cars are racing IN THE PIT LANE DURING THE SAFETY CAR wtf lmao

Safety car in on lap 54, Lewis is going full speed ahead, still leading. For the third time he has to gain back all of his advance.

Alonso misses the first corner for the FOURTH TIME THIS RACE with 15 laps left.

Omg yellow flags again? Safety car again?! WHY????? Oh Liuzzi hit the wall. It’s unbelievable. How many laps under safety cars has this been? Oh and yet another car in the wall during the safety car. It’s Trulli.

The restart will be critical. Heidfeld is just behind him on fresher tyres. Safety car? Critical restart? Fresher tyres? I’m getting flashbacks. 10 laps to go. The restart is successful.

5 laps to go, Lewis is 5 seconds clear of Heidfeld. It’s looking good. “It’s the beginning of a long career for Lewis Hamilton and what a start it’s been : 5 consecutive podiums and now there’s 4 laps to finish.” You have no idea how right you are my good man. Meanwhile Alonso is overtaken by Sato. Everybody goes wild.

IT’S THE END OF THE RACE! LEWIS WINS HIS FIRST GP!

He’s so excited it’s lovely to see !

Ah see the British anthem lasted 45 seconds, so the Brazilian one was truly really long. (I know, nobody cares). Anyway we unfortunately don’t have the race interviews this time. But they had pretty trophies !

Last word : broken leg for Kubica, apparently.

[fyodorsslut]

Before you go - Dabi

REQUEST : If you write for dabi, it would be highly appreciated if you could I write some angst to fluff for him and his fem s/o who starts fighting with him out of fear he’ll lose his life if he can’t stop being reckless. He starts coming home later than usual, sometimes not even at all and she feels like he’s slowly slipping away from her. She knows he’s part of the league but Dabi has made it clear he doesn’t want her getting involved out of fear she’ll become a target. I also love you so heheheh here’s my requests bc ur a real one 😎❤️

A/n :TYY!! ILY!! I hope you like it! sorry t’s late, tumblr kept on deleting it. Also they lyrics in bold are from my own song so please don’t steal them <3

Genre : Angst

Pairings : Dabi x fem!reader

Keys : y/h/c : your hair color -- y/h/l : your hair length

Play : before you go - Lewis Capaldi

word count : 1k

 A loud, desperate gasp escaped her throat, eyes gagging tears as the girl sits upright. Running hands through her y/h/c hair, she silently sobs.

 Then it hits her.

 “D-DABI?!” she turns to the side frantically, gripping the gray sheets and pulling them off the shirtless male’s body.

 “Ugh,” he groans, rolling to lay on his back.  “It’s cold~ can you please give me-” yawning, he rubs his eyelids- “back the cover?”

 Before he gets to least as grab it from her fingers, he notices the terrified look on his girlfriend’s face.

 “Babe-? Are you o-” But she cuts him off once more, wrapping two strong arms around his neck.

 Sobbing into the purple nape of his neck, y/n continuously shook her head no. Dabi was clueless of what to do to make her feel better, seeing that he was also ignorant as of what the reason she was sobbing hysterically was.

 “P-please don’t leave” she sighed, loud enough for only him to hear. Before he was able to let relief wash over him because she stopped crying, she went into another, much worse, round of sobs.

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 “Baby please don’t leave, stay by my side here”

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 “Fuck-!!” y/n threw the phone across the room harshly, the black device colliding into the white wall of the room she shares with her absent boyfriend, probably gaining a couple new cracks on its screen.  “Where is he?”

 Y/n ran her hands through her y/h/l hair once more, in desperate frustration. It’s been three days since she has last heard from her villain boyfriend, and she could only imagine all the horrible things that could have happened to him, considering the risky nature of his job.

 “I can’t live like this anymore,” she whispered to herself and to the walls if they could hear. She crawls into the bed as would a baby, remembering all the times she would crawl on top of him before he joined the league, probably ending up either sleeping on his chest or doing things Jesus wouldn’t take much pride in.

 She, scared for his life, doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again. All she is able to do is hope so.

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 “Everyday now I’ve been missing you, needing you, wanting you”

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 “Where are you going?”  

 “Y-y/n,” he turns around from the open door, startled but also careful as to keep from showing how he was obviously just jump scared by his girlfriend.

 “Dabi,” She insists. “Where are you going at a time like this?”

  “I have business to attend,” He declares, clearing his throat awkwardly.

 “Business?” she echoed; voice small. She was barely in his sight range but still the pained confusion was crystal clear on whatever he could make out of her features.

 “What you heard,” Nonchalantly, he confirms.

 “Why didn’t you tell me earlier-? I could have-”

 “Because you’d make a big fuss about it,” Cutting her off, it’s his turn to take a single long stride towards her, closing the distance between them and towering above her (sorry if you’re taller than him-!) “Just like you’re doing now.”

 Y/n was much drawn aback. Make a big fuss? Since when is caring about her boyfriend considered a big fuss?

 “Dabi- let me at least come with you- please?”

 “Y/n,” He grumbles under his breath, low but the non-existing distance between them made it easy for her to hear it along with the annoyance in his voice, to see the drop in his features as he ran long fingers across a rough face of piercings and burnt skin. “We’ve been over this a long time ago-! I can’t have pu be in a place where a target is-”

  “I don’t fucking care, Dabi-! I just want to damn protect you and you know that damn well! I just want to be there for you when you need me! Because.. Because..” her voice dies down, tongue unable to form words. She was cold, not from the breeze in the air at this time of the year but from the unforgiving fear in her heart. She was sad, not because she’s once again fighting with her lover over the same topic that shouldn’t be even up for discussion, but because she knows that if this goes on, if he dies like he might do, she won’t be there for him and guilt won’t leave her until the end of her days.

 “Why?! Y/n, why do you have to be so damn stubborn! Always make it so hard on both of us?! Why do you have to insist on changing things that were set from day one?! We are fine just how we are! Why is it so fucking hard for you to understand that I can take damn well care of my-”

  “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” She finally admits, tears streaming down her face as all the times he died in front of her in her sleep rush across her vision. He was lying, they weren’t fine. Nothing was when his life is at risk everyday of his life. She wasn’t okay with it. He wasn’t either.

 Her sudden confession sent him aback, unable to form either words or thoughts as her shout sings in his head on loop. The only thing he was able to keep steady was the crack-ful facade he always keeps on in front of everyone but her, or so he thought. It’s only now he noticed how much he wanted to stay.

 He knows he can’t, never the less.

 “Then stop loving me,” he sighed, sounding final. He would’ve said ‘I love you’ back but he knows this isn’t the time. His feelings.. This wasn’t the place to put them out, no matter how much he wanted to.

  “W-what-?” She whimpers, shakily looking up at him; face red, a miss, sad and scared and shocked and all other feelings there is to this. Tear tracks spattered across it even though she didn’t cry for long. Eyes not only shaken but so wide in shock they could be replaced by tennis balls.

 Dabi doesn’t answer, he only closes the door on his way out.

[octbrsaturn]

REPENT - ARVIN RUSSELL PART 2

note: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER !!! i’ve been so busy the past week with moving houses and work, it’s been crazy and i’ve been ridiculously tired. also keep in mind that i’ve officially changed her name to y/n, this way it’s easier for you cuties :) THERE WILL BE A PART 3 !!! i’m not leavin y’all hanging after sticking with me for so long ;,) ily guy and all the support i’ve been given, you guys are the best!

please enjoy!

GIF DOES NOT BELONG TO ME !!!

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PART TWO

"Dean," Y/N nodded, turning back to her paper and continuing to draw. Arvin once told her that ignoring people was like putting water in a fire - it started to douse them out. It was entertaining them (talking to them, laughing at them, any attention in general) was what fanned the fire. So Y/N tried her hardest to ignore Dean. But the problem with Dean was that being ignored only pushed him to try harder for attention, whether it be good or bad.

Dean stuck his hand in through the car window and grabbed onto Y/N's chin. He roughly turned her head to look at him. "How've you been, Y/N? I've not seen you in a while. I missed you."

Y/N pulled her head away from Dean's grasp and continued to ignore him.

"She's still not very obedient," Dean's friend, Jack, said slyly. "Maybe we should teach her a lesson."

"I'm startin' to think you're right ... " Dean answered. "The thing is, Jack, that colored girls like her ... they're real pretty sometimes, but not very smart. So truly, they're only good for one thing." He gave Y/N a fake frown, making it seem like he didn't want to do what he was about to do.

Y/N could feel her heart drop into her stomach, but she still tried her hardest to ignore them.

Please hurry, Arvin, please ...

Inside the diner, Arvin was stuck talking to Sandy Roberts, one of the girls from his class. She had long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was nice enough, never said anything rude, kept to herself. Arvin didn't hate the girl, he just wanted to get back to his sunshine to celebrate her passing her test.

So as Sandy spoke, Arvin didn't listen very hard. Every once in a while he'd let out an 'mhm' or a 'sure' but he didn't contribute in the conversation at all.

"And I was thinkin', maybe sometime soon, you and I could go check out a movie? Or maybe go dancin'?" Sandy asked with hopeful eyes.

Arvin's eyes, however, were trained in his car. He squinted but he couldn't make out a figure in the passenger seat. Y/N knew better than to get out, especially since this diner was still desegregated, but didn't welcome people of color all too well, so where the hell was she?

"Arvin?" Sandy asked, trying to get his attention again.

"Huh? Oh, uh, sure," Arvin didn't remember what he was agreeing to. "I've gotta go, I'll see you later, Mandy."

Before Sandy could tell him that her name wasn't actually Mandy, Arvin was out of the door. He looked in his car to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him, and when he realized that Y/N was gone, he went into full-on panic mode.

Arvin looked around, his head whipping in every direction, trying to find anything that could help him find her. He finally decided to walk around the building, hoping that maybe she'd decided to take a walk? Even though that wasn't like her at all?

Arvin walked around the building, looking for anything to get him to her. His eyes finally landed on something that made him see red immediately.

It was Y/N - his Y/N - on the ground, scooting back into the wall as far as she could, fear dripping in her eyes. Arvin looked up to see none other than Dean Cooper standing above her. His pants were around his ankles and one of his hands were flat against the brick wall, trapping Y/N. His other hand was working on pulling down his underpants, but before he could, Arvin was already on top of him, beating the shit out of him.

"Didn't you learn all those years ago?!" Arvin screamed out, relentlessly striking Dean's face in. "Leave her alone!"

Arvin was then tackled to the ground by Jack Willows. Arvin could feel his stomach get kicked, but all he could seem to care about was Y/N. He looked up through hooded eyes to see her tear-stricken face, screaming for Dean and Jack to stop. She stood up as best as she could with shaking legs and tried to pull Jack away, but he only reared back and smacked her across the face.

When the boys had finally decided that Arvin had enough, they stood up. Dean turned to Y/N with a bloody smirk. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, despite her cries for him to leave her alone. His lips lingered near her ear as he whispered, "I'll see you around, sunshine."

As soon as the boys were out of sight, Arvin crawled over to Y/N and gently cupped her face. Her eyes were wide with fear, barely blinking. "Sunshine - sweetheart, can you hear me?" Arvin asked urgently, trying to decide what to do. He knew of a few black hospitals around the area but didn't know if he should take her. She didn't look too hurt - just a few scratches and a torn cheerleading outfit. But her eyes ... Those scared Arvin. She looked traumatized. Like she was never going to forget what just happened to her.

"Y/N, baby," Arvin gently shook Y/N's head with his hands, trying to get her to look at him. Y/N's eyes were trained on the ground, she couldn't seem to let her eyes wander away from one specific spot. Arvin continued to shake her, trying to get her to look at him.

"Please, look at me! It's me, sweetheart, it's Arvin! I'm right here, baby, I'm right here ... " He gently pulled her face into his chest and hugged her close, like he always did when she needed him to. "I'm right here ... I ain't goin' nowhere."

"I'm going to kick his fuckin' ass," Arvin told his grandmother, Emma. Y/N was now at his house, sitting with Lenora. He left her there with his step-sister so he could talk to his grandmother, but he had now decided that he'd instead go and find Dean Cooper.

"Hold on a second now," Emma stopped the boy. "I don't even know what happened. How'd she get like this?"

"Dean fuckin' Cooper and his buddy Jack is what happened. They dragged her outta my car at the diner and were about to ... to ... " Arvin couldn't even bring himself to say it. He couldn't even think about what they would've done if he wasn't so damn busy talking to Sandy Roberts. If he had waited even a minute longer, Y/N ... No. He made it in time. She wasn't hurt too badly. She would be okay.

"Well, I'll tell you this much," Emma Russell told her grandson. Her eyes were trained on Arvin's knuckles that were clenched so tight, Emma was sure that his hand would break any moment. She reached forward and grabbed onto Arvin's hands, knowing that would help him calm down a little bit. But another part of her knew that there was only one person who could truly calm him down ... and she was in his room at the moment, crying. "Goin' out right now and hurtin' those boys ain't gon' take back what they did to her."

Arvin looked up at his grandmother. Sure, she was right, but Arvin couldn't stand around and do nothing. He had to go now - when the time was right. If he waited, then he may miss his moment. "Grandma - "

"Y/N is in there right now," Emma pointed to Arvin's room, where Y/N was currently crying on Lenora's shoulder. He could still hear her gasping for air. He could hear Lenora gently telling her to breathe and that it would be okay. "And no matter how much she loves her, Lenora ain't the one that she's needin'."

Arvin looked at the ground, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"She needs you, Arvin," Emma steps forward and gently cupped his cheek, wiping away an early tear. She knew how much Arvin hated to cry, especially around people. The only person he'd ever cried around that wasn't family was Y/N. "So go help her."

Arvin nodded at Emma and turned, opening the door to his room. He saw Y/N crying with her head in Lenora's lap. Lenora was gently playing with her hair and shushing her as she cried. The girls looked at Arvin as he walked into the room. Lenora stood and let Arvin take her place. Arvin sat down where Lenora was but quickly scooted back, laying down and letting Y/N rest her head on his chest. His hands rubbed her back gently. He kissed her head every few minutes, letting her cry everything out.

"You're safe now," Arvin whispered. "I'm so sorry I didn't come back sooner."

Y/N only continued to cry.

"I love you, sunshine," Arvin kept talking. "I love you so much."

Y/N finally replied. "I love you, too."

Emma had already rung up William Lewis, letting him know that Y/N was going to stay the night at her house for the night. William was used to it at this point. He figured she would anyway. William trusted Emma, knowing that she was just a good of a guardian as Willard and Charlotte were parents (honestly, even better).

After Y/N had finally calmed down, she was only hiccuping against Arvin's chest. He hadn't stopped rubbing her back once, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until he felt her breathing start to slow. Y/N looked up and into Arvin's eyes. "I'm ... I'm sorry."

Arvin shot up at this, leaning on his elbows for a moment before sitting all the way up. Y/N stayed where she was, though, her legs straddling Arvin's waist. Normally, he'd be a tad flustered at the girl's position, but he was too fixated on her statement. Y/N's eyes were cast down at her lap, watching as she timidly played with Arvin's fingers - something she did a lot when she was either nervous or comfortable. Arvin guessed that maybe, at this moment, she was feeling the former.

"Why're you sorry, sweetheart?" Arvin asked, gently moving his hands to hold the girl's hips steady so she didn't fall off of his lap. He caught himself rubbing her skin softly with his thumbs as he patiently waited for her to reply. When Y/N's eyes didn't look up to his, he moved his head down a little so he could look in her eyes. "Look at me."

Y/N did so, her eyes flickering up to Arvin's. He didn't look mad, he looked concerned. Y/N sighed. "I didn't want to get out of the car, I really didn't. He threw the door open from the inside and dragged me out by my hair. I just ... I'm sorry."

Arvin shook his head almost the second she had started talking. He didn't blame her for a second - no, he blamed himself. He shouldn't have been talking to that Mandy girl. He should've kept his eyes on Y/N like he always did when he left her in the car. He would've seen Dean Cooper walking up to the car, he would've seen him drag her out by her hair, and he would've stopped him before he could do anything else.

Arvin kept one hand on her hip, the other shot up to the girl's cheek and gently cupped it. His thumb rubbed tiny streaks along her cheek. "It ain't your fault, sunshine. I've not been mad at you for a second."

Y/N nodded softly. "I can't believe ... after all these years, he's still out to get me." Her head moved forward, resting itself on Arvin's chest again. She sniffled a few times, hiccuped some more, but she didn't start crying again. "Why can't he just leave me alone?"

Arvin sighed. "I don't know, baby. There's just a lot of no-good sons of bitches out there."

Y/N smiled gently at the words Arvin used. The same words his daddy used to say to them all the time when they were kids. She tried not to believe it - she refused to believe that every person was just one-sided. Everyone had a good side and a bad side. They all had motivation for what they did, too. But now that she was older - maybe she was wrong. Maybe Dean Cooper truly was one-sided. Maybe he was just a no-good son of a bitch.

"Hey," Arvin whispered. Y/N looked back at him.

"Yes?"

"Maybe I can go get some food, and we can go see a drive-in movie like you wanted?" Arvin offered. He knew the girl wanted to get back to her day, and not dwell on everything that happened.

Y/N perked up. "That new Beatles movie s'posed to be out! I've been wantin' to see it for a while now!"

Arvin groaned. "You and them damn Beatles, sunshine." He rolled his eyes, but knew that he couldn't say no. "Fine. You go hang out with Lenora for a little while, I'm gonna go get the food. You want a burger?"

"Yes! With extra pickles and a side of cheese fries!" Y/N answered, though she already knew that Arvin knew this. He nodded, not moving the girl from his lap. He stayed sitting there, staring into her eyes. He knew that he was going to do something soon - something bad - to Dean Cooper. That guy could not get away with what he'd done to Y/N. No. She didn't deserve a second of pain in her life. She was his sunshine. She'd always been a constant positive in her life, and seeing her in trouble or hurting was something that Arvin worked every day to prevent. And this was just another prevention.

After Arvin got the food, he pulled back into the driveway to his home. He honked the horn of the car three times, and after only a moment, out came Y/N with a smile on her face. She had changed into one of Lenora's old dresses that fit her almost perfectly. The two were about the same height, so the dress went down to Y/N's knees, but Y/N was known to be a little curvier than others, so the dress was just the least little bit tight on her.

Y/N shut the door behind her and closed her eyes in glee. She took in a deep breath through her nose and let it out through her mouth happily. "I'm starved. Let's hurry up an' get there, I can't miss Paul!"

"Who?" Arvin asked, putting the car in reverse and driving them off towards the drive-in theater.

"Paul McCartney, bubba!" Y/N laughed at Arvin. "He's one of The Beatles? C'mon!"

"I'm sorry, you know I don't listen to that crap," Arvin grunted, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Not a moment later, he felt a punch on his right arm, causing him to swerve on the road a little. "Jesus, sunshine, you're gonna kill us!"

"It'd be worth it!" Y/N yelled out, crossing her arms. "The Beatles are not crap, they're amazing! You mark my words, Arvin Russell, those four are going to be remembered forever!"

Arvin scoffed. "Whatever you say, sunshine."

Around thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N glanced over at Arvin. His eyes were trained on the giant screen, but he didn't look entertained. He looked bored, honestly.

Arvin, who honestly wanted any reason to stop watching this movie, turned to Y/N. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for earlier," Y/N said softly, looking down at her lap. "I-I don't think you realize just how grateful I am for you. You literally do so much for me - you always have. And I guess I just ... thank you."

Arvin felt his stomach drop. Not out of nerves, but just from how much he loved this girl sitting beside him. He couldn't even express just how much his heart felt for her - though he wanted to. "You know I'd do anything for you, Y/N."

Y/N looked back at the screen. She was definitely interested in it, but she couldn't get something off of her mind. "Hey, Arvin?"

Y/N nodded. "And I'd do anything for you, too. Just lately, it doesn't seem like I do too much for you."

"Are you kiddin' me?" Arvin almost laughed. He sat up a little in his seat and turned towards Y/N. "You do so much for me! You ever think about why I call you sunshine?"

Y/N shook her head. "I figured it was just a nickname."

"Well, it is," Arvin nodded. A part of him didn't want now to be the time to confess. But another part of him knew that another time might not come. He needed to stop letting moments like this pass him by. He needed to start living - he was going to tell this girl exactly how he felt. "But ... "

"Arvin?" Y/N asked. "Is everything okay?"

Maybe ... Maybe now wasn't the time to tell her.

Y/N reached forward and grabbed Arvin's hands. Her thumbs ran over his knuckles gently as she waited for him to be ready to talk. And just like that, Arvin's fears went away again. He felt his heartbeat rise, but not out of anxiety, it was more out of excitement. He was braver than he'd felt in a long while.

"Sunshine ... " Arvin whispered. Y/N didn't speak - she just let Arvin continue on his own time. "I call you sunshine because that's what you are."

Y/N felt a ghost of a smile fall on her lips.

Arvin continued. "You're my sunshine, Y/N. You're just ... you're just this ray of light that literally brightens my day, even when you're not with me. Just the thought of you makes me so happy. If I'm havin' a shitty day, all I have to do is think that maybe, maybe I'll get to see you later and that instantly makes my day so much better."

Y/N could already feel her eyes welling up with tears. Ever since she could remember, all she wanted was for someone to care about her this much ... it was what she aimed for at school, though it didn't get recognized as much as she hoped.

But Arvin, her best friend, was sitting right here and telling her how much he cared for her. And Y/N didn't know what to do.

She wanted to reach forward and give him the biggest kiss she could muster. She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around his body and say that he meant the world to her. She wanted to tell him that she loved him more than any friend could love someone. But she was too scared to. The last thing she wanted was to be rejected, especially by Arvin.

"Arvin ... "

"What I'm tryna say is," Arvin trailed off, glancing down at their hands that were still holding each other. "I love you, Y/N."

"Oh, Arvin, I love you too," Y/N replied, smiling softly back at Arvin.

"No, Y/N, you don't get it. I love you. As in, I think I'm in love with you," Arvin shook his head, squeezing the girl's hands harder. "No, I - I'm sure I'm in love with you."

Y/N blinked. Was this finally it? Was Arvin Russell really admitting that he loved her more than a friend?

Arvin continued. "And if you ain't feel the same, I completely get it -"

Y/N leaned forward without a second thought and smashed her lips onto his.

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[ermuellert]

enough waiting for the next bayern game let's have some fun (because our team loses sometimes but simp nation never does):

who, in your opinion, are our prettiest players, past or present? without considering things like personality/playing ability/loyalty etc. i would really just like to know who you think are the ones who could Get It based on looks alone

have a lovely day and i look forward to your liveblogging as always 🥰😊

omg... alright buckle in because my ass has no standards and many names to list here we go 💆🏻‍♀️

1. xabi. sexiest bayern player sexiest man alive etc etc that is a Man. he looks like he would build me a home and provide for me and that really strikes a chord in my body for those moments when feminism leaves it. hot, respectful, keeps his mouth mfing shut i never hear shit about him, and his temper problems on the pitch were also extra sexy when i wasn’t thinking about beating his ass for risking a red card. good memories. also i met him! and he is indeed very beautiful irl 

i’m not doing a ranking. i don’t know why i assigned number one to xabi but let’s keep going

mats, the infamous snake. there’s not a lot to say. he’s hot. he knows it. everybody knows it. he upped our collective squad’s hotness by several points when he was here... miss him why lie

leon is probably the biggest crowdpleaser in our current squad especially with his whoring i mean thirst trapping i mean Photographic Gifts For The Audience. i’ve had a 100% success rate getting people who know fuck all about football and do not care to know any more than that hooked on leon it’s actually absurd omfg personally, even pre-hulkretzka era, i always thought he was cute but whatever. another cute white boy. let’s keep it moving. now he’s pushing my taste for ripped dudes just because he is So Ripped but i won’t lie and say a few brain cells didn’t die that time he ripped his own jersey just by breathing. there are actually several photos of him which live in my head rent-free... but imo i like him more for his personality ... still including him because everyone is in love with him and because he is kind of undeniably conventionally attractive

lucas is hot in that fuckboy way that tells me to keep a 500 meter distance for emotional safety. obsessed with him and his huge ears. even his son has his ears it’s so cute...

and now my precious baby marc... he exudes boyfriendism. the most endearing smile ever. he looks like a sweetheart i would walk into oncoming traffic for him. also he has some range! goes from baby boy to very fine babe. i’ve sat and stared at this pic for long stretches of time before god bless

other sexy people: lewy (who, like leon, is testing my limits re: Rippedness but. he’s still hot idc), poldi (do you remember that video of him working out and his dick is just flopping about. what a moment), thiago (i miss him </3), and manu (phat ass nice arms... looks like he could do unspeakable things ... anyway)

i think benji is another crowdpleaser (tbt his Rise during wc18) because he’s Yet Another Cute White Boy and bitches here love to eat up a boy with some curls... can’t blame them though i think he’s cute but he’s another i like more for his personality... has a lot of himbo potential imo. if i only saw him on the street though i would think he was a cute basic bitch and move on i’m sorry 🤭

serge and his phat ass takes the cake though everybody please clap for my joke thank you ... i love him. he has kind eyes and a cute smile and of course. his dumptruck ass. a gift from god

ok. my last mention... there’s probably other hot bayern players i’ve forgotten that i will regret not including later but i’m ending it here on james.  i know he is ... controversial ... because some fans thought he didn’t seem 100% dedicated to bayern and his comments after leaving us didn’t help that impression but i don’t care. i was in love with that man i will always have a soft spot for that man and he is yet another madrid player i will forgive for his crimes. i almost bought his jersey too i miss that dude... cutest smile ever makes my heart do cartwheels. also i think about this moment in that video of him and thiago so often... he just sparks joy. babe. total babe

also ... what’s the consensus here on pizarro...... because to me there’s just Something About Him........

anyway anon thank you for this ask this was fun! but mostly thank you just for thinking to ask me this and being interested in my answer that’s just really sweet of you i appreciate it 😭 and double thank you for caring about my liveblogging ily omg

[theweirdkidinside03]

BTS topped Hot 100 Trending Hits of 2020 with Dynamite

1. Dynamite - BTS

2. Blinding Lights - The Weeknd

3. Adore You - Harry Styles

4. cardigan - Taylor Swift

5. Don’t Start Now - Dua Lipa

6. Rain On Me (with Ariana Grande) - Lady Gaga

7. Stuck With U - Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber

8. Say So - Doja Cat

9. death bed (coffee for your head) [feat. Beabadobee] - Powfu

10. Wonder - Shawn Mendes

11. Mean It - Lauv & LANY

12. Intentions (feat. Quavo) - Justin Bieber

13. everything i wanted - Billie Eilish

14. Stupid Love - Lady Gaga

15. WAP (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Cardi B

16. Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

17. Level Of Concern - twenty one pilots

18. In Your Eyes - The Weeknd

19. you should be sad - Halsey

20. How You Like That - Blackpink

21. Roses (Imanbek Remix) - SAINt JHN

22. Laugh Now Cry Later (feat. Lil Durk) - Drake

23. Rare - Selena Gomez

24. Honey Boo - CNCO & Natti Natasha

25. Falling - Harry Styles

26. Holy (feat. Chance the Rapper) - Justin Bieber

27. Heartless - The Weeknd

28. The Man - Taylor Swift

29. I’m Ready - Sam Smith & Demi Lovato

30. The Box - Roddy Ricch

31. I Love Me - Demi Lovato

32. ROCKSTAR (feat. Roddy Ricch) - DaBaby

33. Stay Gold - BTS

34. Life Is Good (feat. Drake) - Future

35. Yummy - Justin Bieber

36. Married In Vegas - The Vamps

37. Like It Is (feat. Zara Larsson & Tyga) - Kygo

38. Be Like That (feat. Swae Lee & Khalid) - Kane Brown

39. Nobody’s Love - Maroon 5

40. positions - Ariana Grande

41. Living Proof - Camila Cabello

42. Savage Love - Jason Derulo & Jawsh 685

43. Midnight Sky - Miley Cyrus

44. Physical - Dua Lipa

45. No Judgement - Niall Horan

46. Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

47. Kings & Queens - Ava Max

48. Past Life - Trevor Daniel & Selena Gomez

49. Ice Cream - Blackpink & Selena Gomez

50. POPSTAR (feat. Drake) - DJ Khaled

51. Holiday - Little Mix

52. Toosie Slide - Drake

53. Another Place - Bastille & Alessia Cara

54. ON - BTS

55. Go Crazy - Chris Brown & Young Thug

56. Mood (feat. iann dior) - 24KGoldn

57. Worry About Me - Ellie Goulding & blackbear

58. No Shame - 5 Seconds of Summer

59. OK Not To Be OK - Marshmello & Demi Lovato

60. Better - The Vamps

61. Better - Zayn

62. 911 - Lady Gaga

63. Me & You Together Song - The 1975

64. What A Man Gotta Do - Jonas Brothers

65. Heartbreak Weather - Niall Horan

66. Blueberry Eyes (feat. SUGA of BTS) - Max

67. Break My Heart - Dua Lipa

68. Be Kind (with Halsey) - Marshmello

69. Lonely (feat. benny blanco) - Justin Bieber

70. Girlfriend - Charlie Puth

71. Beautiful Scars - Maximillian

72. My Oh My (feat. DaBaby) - Camila Cabello

73. ALAB - SB19

74. Supalonely (feat. Gus Dapperton) - BENEE

75. I Hope - Gabby Barrett

76. Mariposa - Peach Tree Rascals

77. Know Your Worth - Khalid & Disclosure

78. Daisies - Katy Perry

79. Sweet Melody - Little Mix

80. Mind Is A Prison - Alec Benjamin

81. my future - Billie Eilish

82. MAMACITA - Black Eyed Peas, Ozuna & J Rey Soul

83. Old Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

84. If The World Was Ending (feat. Julia Michaels) - JP Saxe

85. my ex’s bestfriend (feat. blackbear) - Machine Gun Kelly

86. you broke me first - Tate McRae

87. Don’t Let It Break Your Heart - Louis Tomlinson

88. Birthday - Anne-Marie

89. Boss B*tch - Doja Cat

90. ily (i love you baby) [feat. Emilee] - Surf Mesa

91. Break Up Song - Little Mix

92. Godzilla (feat. Juice WRLD) - Eminem

93. Diamonds - Sam Smith

94. Over Now - Calvin Harris & The Weeknd

95. Tick Tock (feat. 24KGoldn) - Clean Bandit & Mabel

96. What If I Told You That I Love You - Ali Gatie

97. Smile - Katy Perry

98. I Love You’s - Hailee Steinfeld

99. Balang Araw - Iñigo Pascual

100. Heather - Conan Gray

[phanhowell]

You can tell a lot about a person by their music— put your favourite playlist on shuffle and without skipping list the first 10 songs.

Thank you so much for tagging me @trevor-wilson-covington ahhh ily

This is gonna be embarrassing I’m so basic I’m also just using my 700 liked songs on spotify so who knows whats in here

1) This - Ed Sheeran

2) New Angel - Niall Horan

3) Seeing Blind - Niall Horan again plus Maren Morris

4) Still - NIALL HORAN AGAIN WHAT IS THIS

5) Be Alright - Dean Lewis

6) Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi

7) in my head - Ariana Grande

8) Affluenza - Conan Gray

9) Walls - Louis Tomlinson <3

10) Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

I’m tagging @random-nerd-3, @bravelygillespie, @justaphantomband, @theanarik, @tiriansjewel, @carry-on-wayward-sister, @julieblackthorn, and my baby boo @pure-rage as well as anyone else who wants to do it (just pretend I tagged you)