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[milflewis]

Gewis + Valtteri - telepathy au

"How is being inside Lewis's head?"

George deliberately doesn't cross his arms. He shifts in his seat slightly to look at Valtteri in the face. The room is slowly filling up with drivers for the breifing. "Boring. Quiet. Like you said."

Valtteri smiles. It splits his face in two. "I lied. He knew it was a joke."

George doesn't know how to talk to Valtteri, which would be fine, because, historically, George doesn't know how to talk to a lot of people, and vice versa, but sometimes it feels like Valtteri knows how to talk to him and is hiding the instruction manual from him. George isn't good with secrets. The irony of this paired with having Lewis "I don't even feel the bond most days" Hamilton is not lost on George. He is used to getting what he wants but it being a little stewed to the left.

Valtteri takes a sip from his reusable coffee cup. "You forget that we used to be teammates," Valtteri tells him, and taps the side of the cup against his forehead.

"I don't," George says quickly - too quickly based on the way Valtteri blinks slowly at him.

Lewis is so barely there in George's head that sometimes George nearly trips over the shock at the reminder. Which is something he is trying to find only mildly devastating, rather than completely earth shattering. He likes to think it is working.

He had completely lost track of what he was saying to Alex during the last drivers parade when the space dedicated to Lewis rippled and quietened for a moment. George's head had gone all warm and fuzzy, steam collecting behind his eyes. He had looked over to find Valtteri laughing, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, standing in front of Lewis in a way that blocked Lewis's face from the cameras.

"I hope you don't lie to him,' Valtteri says. "He'd be able to tell. He doesn't like being lied to. Not if you're bad at it."

George glares at the implication for all that it is true. Valtteri gives him a deeply unimpressed look before rolling his eyes. When he speaks next, he says his words very slowly like he's talking to a child. "Or when it matters."

George's brain goes utterly silent.

He doesn't know what he's projecting but it's enough for Lewis to stir - both in his mind and out - George can see him turning in his seat a few chairs ahead, frowning. His eyes are very wide.

"You're a fucking disaster," Valtteri tells him. George watches him pull a face at Lewis like he's giving in to something and sits down next to him.

"I don't matter to him," George confesses after several deep breaths. He wants to break something for the brief surge of hope at Valtteri's words. He places his hands flat on his jeans, palms down.

Valtteri looks angry for a moment. Viciously furiously angry. He inhales and it goes away easy, leaving behind barely even mild frustration. It reminds George, strangely, of Lewis. He doesn't know what to do with that.

"Shut up. Don't ever say that to him."

"No," George tries, suddenly desperate for Valtteri, who knows Lewis, to understand. "I mean, yeah, like, obviously, he's not a fucking dick, but - but also, no, you know?"

"No." Valtteri's voice is low. "I don't know."

And then: "Can't you feel him?"

George falters. "Uh, what?"

Valtteri works his jaw. "Can you feel him?" He taps his cup against his forehead again. "In there?"

George blinks. Lewis no longer feels as worried, churning and quiet, but he blinks back at him, waiting, waves gentle. George has always been scared of the sea.

"Yes, yeah, obviously, we're - we're bonded."

"No, not obviously," Valtteri tells him. "Not always. Not if both didn't want to."

The shape of that - the possible depth and meaning of Valtteri's words - dawns on him slowly. It is horrible. Not for the first time, George wonders how Valtteri and Lewis have even found themselves to be friends.

"Oh," George says softly. Lewis settles and stills. George lies down next to him, not touching, and breathes.

"Yes. Oh," Valtteri repeats, only slightly mocking.

[hex-blogs]

@sihdiel :>

it’s for you!

[oakaiarts]

stay strong marcille

[saeist]

Hii! Its ❄ anon from the bbina acc. Im so glad that i already followed you on here!! But i hope you're okay. Dont listen to anyone bringing you down bc there are so many people enjoying your fics! (Im not gonna ask why you deleted it bc it might get annoying to anwser or you just dont wanna)

HAI ❄️ ANON!!! yeah im okay!!! i was jus a lil pissed off with that ask and u know being petty... i hid my blog for a day LMFAO . i dont rlly gaf about what people say but i do like to mess with ppl hence the sudden disappearance of bbina (ok stranger things) but my blog is up n running again so dw!!

[corrodedcoughin]

just thinking about musician eddie who ends up doing country music under a pseudonym similar to Orville Peck. Eddie having his rock and metal band but the influence of Wayne and his upbringing doesn’t leave him. So he puts on a mask and picks up an acoustic to be this character. A character that’s closer to his real life than he lets on. A deep voiced cowboy singing about the difficulty of growing up gay but how comfortable he is with his identity.

He only ever does small gigs under this name and the audience isn’t huge. But there’s one regular that turns up to every show, he’s never stayed to talk to Eddie after and Eddie’s never been brave enough to go up to him. He knows he’d let all his secrets out under the attention of those hazel eyes and pretty boy smile.

Tonight though? Tonight he might just risk it all because the gif is over. Eddie is standing at the bar and he’s being handed a drink he definitely didn’t ask for by a man he definitely wants to know more about.

Or!!! Alternatively!!!!!

Steve as an Orville Peck style country singer. Going it to gigs and shows and getting a name for himself as the mysterious masked singer who is a proud queer cowboy. Creating a character to share his emotions and experiences. He doesn’t think it’ll come to much, just a way to let himself be heard.

Only he ends up gaining a strong following. His audiences are small but they are dedicated, understanding the idea steve has created and the importance of it. He loves this group he’s made for himself and how comfortable everyone feels at his shows. There’s often full conversations between him and the crowd, letting everyone be involved in his performances.

Steve has every intention of this being a small time thing that gets him through the long work week. What he doesn’t plan for is one of his tapes being found by corroded coffin front man eddie munson. Eddie Munson who loves a mystery, Eddie munson who might be in a big time metal band but has grown up listening to country and know Good Music when he hears it. Eddie Munson who might be Steve’s number one fan and is planning on finding out who is behind the mask

[venusianspider]

@vicissitude

[paradiserotting]

what the fuck is a matty hole and why do you want to see it

idfk and i do NOT want to see it

[yumchickenpotpie]

no no i am not lurking for love i am HUNTING. i am HUNTING FOR MY HUSBAND ...

[crushedsweets]

Three drawling at the same time?? Mother is spoiling us💕💕

BAHAHA I wanna be more active I’m just so busyyyyyy

[satorena]

just hit a milestone 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ today is a good day !! thank you everyone 🙂‍↕️💟

[nanixgb]

We should kiss forever

oh rem gee

i agree totally we should

[jaeclerc]

Sebchal -

Charles’ skin crawled as he peeled off the race suit and fireproofs. (Hurt/comfort?)

Charles’ skin crawled as he peeled off the race suit and fireproofs. He needed them off right now. No, he needed them off the fucking second he crashed into the wall. Maybe he should have never put them on in the first place. He wants desperately to have never even hopped in the kart, angry tears streaming down his cheeks as he kicked everything into a corner, the racing red just as angry and horrifying as Charles himself.

He is laid bare, covered in only his boxers and yet he feels more covered than he did when everyone heard his screams over the radio, his heavy breathing, and the absolute fucking devastation that ran through him. That wasn’t meant for anyone but himself and the inside of the helmet and yet, the whole world heard his screams, heard his frustration, his anger, his most raw vulnerable moments.

Charles is still standing there, bare in the middle of his driver’s room when the door creaks open.

“If this is about the fine, it’s like this. I’ll pay.” Was all he said, still turned, still staring at the bright white flimsy walls. He wonders if it would crumble under his hands like everything else has. If maybe he could rip it down and let something out. It felt like slow dripping magma down his spine, reluctant to cool down and building.

“No, Charles.” He turned to look over his shoulder at Sebastian, his tears still streaming as he shook his head.

“Leave.” Was all he managed. Sebastian, clad in the wrong color, shook his head. Charles looked back at the wall, still crying, silent and angry.

His dreams were wrecked. Ruined and shred into tatters, his best chance at becoming a champion for not only himself but for his father, for Jules, for Sebastian, for Monaco. Those were thrown in the garbage, ripped up and stomped on like everything he fucking touched.

Sebastian touched his shoulder and Charles turned around, falling into his chest as he sobbed. He was shaking, trembling in his arms and spiraling apart. He couldn’t do this anymore, years of endurance and suffering just to lead to this. Nothing but a 2nd place finish at the end of it all, if he was lucky.

Considering Charles’ track record, it wasn’t likely.

“Ruined. It’s all ruined.” Sebastian shushed him, carding his fingers through his hair as he held him tight. Sebastian was still sweat soaked from a race out in the July heat. He smelt like a form of home that Charles couldn’t even dream of going on to elaborate on.

“No, it’s not.” Sebastian said to him, and Charles wanted to scream at him too, maybe rip him down as well. Yes it was.

“Don’t. Don’t do these things to me. Lying to make it better when it’s not better. I ruined it. Everything that I did, everything that Jules did, everything Papa did. It’s all gone. Like that. Because I couldn’t manage the rear…it’s unacceptable. I’m not a champion, I’m a-a failure.” He spat it out, raging and wanting to scream some more.

“You can still do this Charles. Maybe not this year, I don’t think you’re ready. But you can still do it.” Sebastian grabbed his face, looking at him with steady blue eyes. Charles was brought back to Bahrain, his very first race with Ferrari.

“You are too good to not be a champion.” Charles pushed his hands off, shaking his head.

“Maybe when I was still 21, but not anymore. I am a failure. This performance, this whole year, this is unacceptable.” Sebastian scoffed as he stepped back.

“If you continue to talk like that, you’re right. Maybe you are a failure.” That hurt even more than the crash did and Charles felt shocked for just a few seconds and Sebastian stepped closer to him again, pulling him close as he pressed their noses together.

Charles wanted to shove him hard, how dare he-he was crying again, he realized.

“Please not this.” He whispered as Sebastian pressed a kiss to his lips, hesitating just a little.

“I’m proud of you, Charles. You are a champion. Stop putting yourself down or letting Mattia tell you otherwise. You’re the champion. You’re the number 1.” Charles surged up to kiss him, deeper, desperate as he gripped Sebastian’s long hair.

“Please come back with me. Just tonight.” Charles felt 20 again. Desperate for Sebastian’s attention, for his affection, for his praise. He felt 23 again, angry at Sebastian for leaving him and full of piss and vinegar about it. Jealous and upset and looking to get revenge on everyone about it.

He also felt 24 (nearly 25). Just needing Sebastian to soothe the endless ache he felt from his own failures, from years of failing to achieve the goal that he set out for himself.

“You haven’t invited me back since-“ Charles shook his head this time.

“Please come home. I need you right now, Seb. Please.”

Sebastian stepped away, grabbing Charles’ shirt, slipping it over his head to cover him, slightly breaking the moment. He held onto Charles’ waist over the shirt as he pressed a kiss to his dimple, not saying a word as he kissed his face.

“I’ll see what I can do.” is what he said after what felt like a century

[mortifying-macaroni]

Get To Know Me Meme

Tagged by my talented, gorgeous lovelies 🖤💖 @aztarion and @arc-tu-rus

Last Song: Take me Home- Lacuna Coil

Favorite Color: Oof! I have 2 favs: baby pink and black, but if I had to choose I think I'd go w pink

Currently Watching: Tbh I barely watch anything nowadays. Tho I've recently finished watching Bungou Stray Dogs w my college besties and now we're planning to start with Demon Slayer.

Last Movie: Bro, I honestly don't even remember

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy all the way! I put spice on almost everything that I can. My fav foods to add spice on are pizza and fries and then wash it down with a cold ass coke omfg mouthgasm

Relationship Status: Casually messing around w random dudes in the city, where my college is, bc my hometown is too small and a lot of people know me and my fam so I'm trying to avoid notoriety since everyone's just so painfully conservative. I'm prly being overly paranoid, but I'm very self-conscious abt public perception

Current Obsessions: Vtmb, baby!!! And old-school games in general bc this modern AAA shit isn't cutting it for me at all (unless it's FromSoft I'll eat anything up made by them). Every year I especially love coming back to classic Hitman which is literally the franchise of my childhood (I even have a tiny tatt of the logo under my left collarbone)! Been playing the early titles for like 20 yrs since 2004 when I first started using the computer lol. Other than that I also love revisiting GTA San Andreas, Vice City and Fallout 3, New Vegas, TES: Oblivion and some other gems that are close to my heart

Last Thing I Googled: VTM Le Sang de l'Amour ritual! I um...need to research it for my Grandrei fic...

Tagging: @its-sixxers @svampira (no pressure ofc)

[kasperlore]

im trying 2 b gay Leave Me Alone /j

[bbina]

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