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2024 Senate Elections: You'd Better VOTE!

Yes it's election year yet again in America! but not just for President, almost as important will be the US Senate!

I'm not gonna lie this is a rough map for Democrats, we're playing a lot of defense in some pretty red states with even our best hopes for a pick up being pretty long shots. But even with narrow control of the Senate we've managed the biggest climate bill in American History a huge infrastructure bill thats bring high speed rail to America capped the price of insulin changed the law to allow Medicare to negotiate drug prices bring savings to everyone, and put over 160 federal judges on the bench, 2/3rds of whom are women and/or people of color the first time white men haven't been the majority of nominees by a President. So let's keep progress going by voting for, supporting, donating, and volunteering for the following candidates in the races that will decide the US Senate this year.

Arizona

Ruben Gallego (Hold)

After frustrating Democrats by repeatedly voting against major Democratic priorities, supporting the filibuster and putting donors over voters, Arizona Senator Kyrsten Sinema left the Democratic Party to become an independent in 2022. Democratic congressman Ruben Gallego was running to primary Sinema before she left the party and is now the likely Democratic nominee to unseat her and give Arizona the Democratic Senator it deserves. Gallego is a former Marine, combat veteran, Harvard grad, a former state representative, and since 2014 a member of Congress. Gallego is a member of the Progressive Caucus and is known for his blunt and combative style standing up to Republicans. In Congress Gallego has been a strong supporter of native rights advocating for tribes on health care and child welfare issues. Gallego is also the sponsor of a bill to bring about nation wide, free, all-day kindergarten which isn't available in many states. If elected Gallego would be Arizona's first hispanic Senator. Republicans hope that the Democratic vote will split between Sinema and Gallego allowing them to win this important seat. The Republican front runner is conspiracy theorist and Trump super fan, Kari Lake. Lake rose to national fame in 2021 for pushing conspiracy theories about Trump having won the 2020 election, as well as anti-mask and anti-vaccine Covid conspiracies. Lake was the Republican nominee for Arizona governor in 2022. During that campaign she ran on an aggressive anti-LGBT platform, saying she'd ban drag, and was against trans rights. Lake also is against Abortion in all cases. After losing to Democrat Katie Hobbs, Lake refused to concede, and still pushes the conspiracy theory that she's the rightful governor of Arizona. If you live in Arizona please make sure you vote, but more if you have any time between now and November, volunteer to help Gallego! and if you don't live there you can still Donate or buy a pro-choice shirt from his campaign!

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Florida

Debbie Mucarsel-Powell (Flip)

Florida's current Republican Senator Rick Scott is a right wing extremist pushing dangerous ideas even by the standards of the Modern GOP. During his first term as Senator Scott has pushed to defund the IRS, and the Department of Education. He's sponsored bills to punish schools that allow students to use preferred pronouns, to ban affirmative action, bans teaching critical race theory, and ban trans people from women's sports. Scott is against abortion in all cases. Most alarming Rick Scott proposed a radical plan that would "sun-set" ANY and all federal laws after 5 years, including Social Security and Medicare, Scott would place all federal programs and agencies on the chopping block every 5 years for a radical Republican minority to block their renewal and leave us without Social Security, or the EPA, to name just two examples. The likely Democratic nominee is former Congresswoman Debbie Mucarsel-Powell. Born in Ecuador, Mucarsel-Powell immigrated to the US when she was 14 and had work to help support her family. When she was elected to Congress in 2018 she became the first South American born immigrant and first person of Ecuadorian heritage to be elected to Congress. In Congress Mucarsel-Powell was a member of the Progressive caucus, she fought to expand medicare, and secured $200 million for Everglades restoration. After a narrow defeat in 2020 Mucarsel-Powell joined the gun control advocacy group Giffords to fight for gun control a personal issue for her after her father was murdered when she was 24. If you're in Florida please make sure you vote, and Volunteer to help remove on of the most extreme Senators, If you're not in Florida you can help Debbie win by donating.

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Michigan

Elissa Slotkin (hold)

Long time Democratic Senator Debbie Stabenow is retiring this election, so there will be a tough fight for control of this important swing state Senate seat. The likely Democratic nominee is Congresswoman Elissa Slotkin. Slotkin is a former CIA analyst, after retiring from the CIA she worked in the State and Defense departments during the Obama administration. Slotkin was first elected to Congress in 2018 winning and being re-elected in a tough swing district. In Congress she's fought for common sense gun control, supported the cap on insulin prices and Medicare drug price negotiation, she helped pass a law on drug price transparency, she championed the CHIP act to bring high tech manufacturing jobs back to America, and was a big supporter of Bipartisan Infrastructure Law. Slotkin is centering a pro-choice message in her campaign as well as gun control and bring down medical costs. Who the Republicans will pick isn't totally clear, it seems like it's between Former Congressman Mike Rogers and former Detroit Police chief James Craig. Craig ran for Michigan governor in 2022 before he was disqualified for fraudulent signatures on his nominating petition. Craig has listed cutting off US support to Ukraine as one of his top priorities, and endorsed Trump's 3rd run for President early in the primaries. Mike Rogers is also trying to win over Trump voters and has attacked the rights of LGBT students in schools calling it "social engineering". If you live in Michigan make sure to get out and vote, and also volunteer! And for everyone outside the state you can donate or buy some merch.

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Montana

Jon Tester (re-elect)

In most contexts Montana is a deep red state going for Trump in 2020 57% to 40%. This makes the reelection of Montana's only Democratic member of Congress and only statewide elected Democrat, Jon Tester maybe the toughest election for Democrats this year. A Senator since he was first elected in 2006 Tester has won a series of upset wins in Montana over the years. A 3rd generation farmer Tester has been as strong for small farmers and ranchers in Washington. Tester has always been a champion of accountably and transparency in government pushing ethnics and campaign finance reforms. Tester is rated one of the most effective senators and managed to pass more bills last year than any one else in Congress. He's never been afraid to stand up for the Democratic side even if it'd be an unpopular vote in Red Montana. Tester voted to impeach Trump twice, and he voted against all 3 of Trump's nominees to the Supreme Court. He supported President Obama on The Affordable Care Act and Dodd-Frank, and has supported President Biden on the Inflation Reduction Act and Bipartisan Infrastructure Law. Republicans seem likely to nominate right wing influencer and former Navy SEAL Tim Sheehy. Sheehy promises to get drag queens out of schools and the Lord's Prayer in to the classroom. He also hopes to repeal Obamacare calling for a "total privatization" of health care and made statements against the very idea of health insurance, insisting people should pay full price at point of use. If you're a Montanan make sure to vote to re-elect a champion of the little guy, and also volunteer! if you're not please think of donating what you can, if you can only give to one campaign this cycle this one, or Ohio are the most important!

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Nevada

Jacky Rosen (re-elect)

First elected to Congress in 2016 Jacky Rosen moved up to the Senate in 2018. In her first term as a Senator Rosen has championed green energy for Nevada. Together with fellow Democratic Nevada Senator Catherine Cortez Masto, Rosen has gotten millions for solar manufacturing in Nevada as well as millions to replace the state's school buses with electric, and programs to study new groundbreaking green technology. Senator Rosen has been a supporter of gun control, is in favor of banning assault weapons. She sponsored a bill, the Background Check Expansion Act, that would require background checks for all gun sales closing loopholes for on-line sales and gun shows. Rosen is pro-choice and has sponsored a bill to protect doctors from being prosecuted across state lines for providing reproductive care, and is a co-sponsor of a bill to codify Roe V. Wade into federal law. Rosen will likely face Republican celebrity and army veteran Sam Brown. Brown ran and lost a race for the Texas State House in 2014 and ran and lost for Nevada's other Senate seat in 2022. Brown stated he was in favor of getting rid of the Departments of Education, Transportation, and Energy. Brown is against Red Flag gun laws that allow police to temporarily remove fire arms from the home of someone deemed a danger to themselves or others. Brown also has refused to say if he supports a national abortion ban, but does say he's pro-life and wouldn't support any judges that weren't. If you live in Nevada make sure to get out to vote and volunteer to protect the state's green future and the right to reproductive care. If you're not in Nevada consider donating or buying some merch.

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Ohio

Sherrod Brown (re-elect)

Ohio together with Montana represents the toughest re-elect for Democrats this year. The state went for Trump twice, elected a right wing radical, JD Vaince, to the Senate in 2022 and has had a Republican governor since 2010. To complicate thing more Democrat Sherrod Brown is one of the most progressive members of the Senate, regularly scoring along side Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren for the most left wing in the Senate. From the time he was first elected to Congress in 1992 Brown refused to take the Congressional Health Insurance until all Americans could be covered. Brown first supported a Medicare for all bill in 2006 and has supported different efforts to expand Medicare and health coverage. He was a key supporter of the Children Health Insurance Program (CHIP). Brown is a strong supporter of unions and has struggled his whole career to protect unionized manufacturing jobs in Ohio. He was one of the first Senators out on the picket line during the UAW strike of 2023. Brown's hard work has help make Ohio the center of a new booming lithium battery manufacturing in America, a green manufacturing future for the state. Republicans look likely to nominate former used car dealer and father-in-law of Republican Congressman Max Miller, Bernie Moreno. Moreno's main qualification seems to be having been endorsed by Donald Trump. He lists among his priorities "End Socialism in America" and "End Wokeness and Cancel Culture". If you're in Ohio make sure to vote to re-elect a progressive giant and volunteer too! If you live out of Ohio donate, if you're looking for the race where your dollar will matter the most, this one or Montana guys.

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Pennsylvania

Bob Casey Jr. (re-elect)

First elected in 2006 Bob Casey famously beat incumbent Republican homophobe Rick Santorum by 17 points. Since first entering the Senate Casey has moved leftward on a number of issues. First elected as a pro-Gun Democrat since 2012 Casey has sponsored a number of bills to expand background checks, ban assault weapons, ban extended magazines, and well as supporting mental health funds for victims of gun violence. For a number of years Casey was called the last pro-life Democrat in the Senate, however in 2022 he came out in support of Roe V Wade and voted twice on bills that would have codified the right to an abortion into federal law. Casey voted against all 3 of Trump's Supreme Court picks and has long supported Planned Parenthood's contraception efforts with federal funds, seeing easily available birth control as key to reducing the number of abortions. In 2021 Casey published a plan he called "The Five Freedoms for America's Children" modeled after FDR's famous speech. He proposed automatically enrolling all kids in Medicaid, an expanded child tax cut, a federally supported college fund for all kids who's parents make under $100,000, expanded free school meals, more funds for head start and abuse prevention programs. Republicans are rallying behind Mitch McConnell's hand picked candidate, hedge fund CEO David McCormick. McCormick worked for the Bush administration during Bush's second term. McCormick's wife Dina Powell also worked for the George W. Bush administration and was a senior aid to Trump as well. If you're in Pennsylvania make sure to get out and vote for a solid Democrat out to solve child poverty in America and keep the Hedge Fund guy from Connecticut out, and Volunteer if you can. Remember you can donate where ever you are.

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Texas

Colin Allred (flip)

Texas is currently represented by likely the most hated man in Washington, Ted Cruz. Republicans hate him, Democrats hate him more, he has a very punchable face, he might be the zodiac killer (thats a joke and meme). From shutting down the government in 2013 to try to overturn Obamacare, to leading the charge in Congress to overturn the 2020 election on January 6th Ted Cruz is a greatest hits of the worst parts of the Republican Party of the last 10 years. When Texas lost power in the middle of a historic ice storm in 2021 Ted Cruz and family ditched the state to go on vacation in Mexico, classy. Cruz in the Biden years has cast himself as a culture warrior fighting against "woke" publishing a book "Unwoke: How to Defeat Cultural Marxism in America" in 2023 to kick off his re-election campaign. Texas is a traditionally red state but things are starting to shift and in 2018 Cruz narrowly won re-election over Beto O'Rourke. Democrats hope with the right candidate they can turn Texas blue and beat the most hated Senator in America. Democrats think Congressman Colin Allred is the man for the job. Allred is a former NFL Linebacker for the Titans. After the NFL he went on to get his law degree from UC Berkeley, and work in the Obama administration. Allred was first elected to Congress in 2018, unseating a Republican who'd been in office since 1997 and becoming the first Democrat to represent the area in Congress since 1968. In Congress Allred has supported bills to expand voting right and protect abortion rights, as well as gun control. In the Senate he promises to address Texas' shaky power grid and make sure Texas is never left in the dark again with its leaders missing. Lets do this Texas, make blue Texas a reality if you live in Texas remember to vote and volunteer, if you're an American who hates Ted Cruz you can donate to make in unemployed.

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Wisconsin

Tammy Baldwin (re-elect)

When Tammy Baldwin first ran for Congress in 1998 she was the first openly gay person elected to the US House and the first open Lesbian to serve in Congress. In 2012 she became the first openly gay person elected to the US Senate and the first Lesbian to be a Senator, she is still the only openly gay Senator. Through out her time in office Baldwin has been a tireless voice for LGBT rights, in 2022 she helped spear head the passage of the Respect for Marriage Act to help protect gay marriage, she's also a sponsor of the Equality Act to protect all LGBT people from discrimination. Baldwin is a progressive who was a member of the House Progressive caucus, opposed the Iraq War and supported impeaching Dick Cheney. In the House she introduced bills for a single payer healthcare system in 2000, 2002, 2004, and 2005. In the Senate Baldwin is regularly listed as one of the most progressive members, voting against tax cuts for the rich, supporting a bill to require companies to have workers on their boards, she sponsored a bill to create a public option in Health Care, and has supported gun control efforts. The Republican field to challenge Senator Baldwin is uncertain, but former Milwaukee sheriff David Clarke dominates the polls if he decides to run. Clarke's sheriff's department is accused a number of human rights violations from his time as sheriff, including allowing a prisoner to die of dehydration after 6 days without water in the Milwaukee County Jail. Clarke is a Trump super fan who has pushed conspiracy theories about mass shootings being fake, attacked Black Lives Matter, called Planned Parenthood "Planned Genocide", and called for the mass detention without trial of Americans because he believed there were a million ISIS supporters in America. If you're in Wisconsin make sure to get out and vote for a trailblazing icon and also volunteer if you can, all Americans can donate and support Baldwin wherever they are.

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Neighbours again (C. Leclerc's Version)

Summary: After 10 years of not seeing each other, Charles randomly spotted his old neighbour on the stage of a world famous artist. He was lost for words and actions. But what would he do when he had the opportunity to see her again?

Attending a Taylor Swift concert was certainly something you had to approach at your own risk. The roaring engines of F1 cars were nothing compared to the cheers, no, the roars, of the crowd when Taylor Swift began her next song. The bright stage lights cast a kaleidoscope of colours across the arena.

Charles Leclerc stood slightly behind his friends, glancing around at the thousands of fans singing along, their phones lighting up the darkness like a sea of stars.

He wasn’t the biggest Taylor Swift fan; this was Pierre’s idea, not his. In fact, he had been dragged along by his friend, the others, and their partners. Charles had begrudgingly accepted, though he couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out, being the only single person in the group. Still, he had to admit, the energy was infectious. He found himself nodding along to the beat, betraying himself now and then by mumbling along to lyrics he hadn’t realised he knew.

“See? This is better than you thought,” Pierre said, nudging him with a grin.

Charles smirked. “Yeah, yeah. She’s good.”

He was about to tease Pierre for being such a diehard fan when the massive screen above the stage flashed to life, displaying a montage of the dancers backing Taylor Swift. His breath caught in his chest, the world narrowing to a single point.

It was her.

Y/n.

She moved with effortless grace, every spin and leap perfectly timed. Her focus, her power, her radiant smile; it was mesmerising. Even with just a fleeting image on the screen, she commanded attention.

Charles straightened his back, his heart pounding faster and faster. “Wait-” he started, standing on his toes to get a better look, but the camera shifted back to Taylor before he could fully process what he had just seen.

“What?” Pierre asked, noticing Charles’s sudden shift.

“That girl,” Charles said, his voice barely audible over the music. “On the screen. One of the dancers.”

Pierre frowned. “What about her?”

Charles shook his head, his gaze fixed on the stage as if willing the camera to return to her. “I think I know her. No, I do know her.”

For the rest of the concert, Charles couldn’t take his eyes off the dancers. Every time the camera panned over them, he searched for her, a mixture of disbelief and awe bubbling in his chest. Y/n wasn’t just there, she was there. A professional dancer, touring the world.

His admiration grew with every glimpse. She wasn’t just part of the show; she owned it, moving like the music was alive in her veins. This wasn’t just any stage; it was Taylor Swift’s stage. Y/n had made it to the top, and she looked so confident, so alive.

By the time the concert ended, Charles was still staring at the stage, hoping for one last glimpse of her. The others around him were gathering their things, but he stayed rooted in place.

“You good?” Pierre asked, nudging him lightly. “Blown away by a dancer?”

“Yeah,” Charles admitted quickly, though his mind was racing. Over a decade had passed since he had seen her. Back then, she was his bright-eyed, talented neighbour, and now she was here, living this incredible life.

But as they made their way out of the arena, a wave of disappointment hit him. He had no way to contact her. Their families had lost touch years ago, and they were practically strangers now. He couldn’t even remember her last name to look her up on social media.

♡

Charles slowed to a jog as he approached his apartment complex, the crisp evening air cooling his flushed skin. Monaco had settled into its quiet twilight, the golden hues of sunset fading to soft lavender. His muscles ached pleasantly from the day’s effort, and he was looking forward to an uneventful evening.

As he neared the glass doors of the lobby, he noticed someone outside, struggling with crutches. One hand awkwardly pushed against the doorframe while the other juggled a paper bag that seemed on the verge of giving out.

Frowning, he quickened his pace. The figure, slightly hunched in concentration, muttered something under her breath.

“Let me get that for you,” he said, easily pulling the door open.

The woman looked up, her startled expression softening into gratitude. “Thank you,” she said, a little breathless.

A polite smile grew on his lips. His eyes fell on her face; the woman wouldn’t look at him. Her cheeks were flushed. She was probably embarrassed. The woman moved slightly, exposing her face more. Charles’ face straightened, he froze, his heart skipped a beat. 

Y/n. 

“Thank you so much,” the woman said again. “I don’t know how to live with this. These crutches are horrible,” she mumbled. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be complaining.” 

Charles didn’t know what to say, not even if this wasn’t Y/n. What would someone reply to this? His heart skipped a beat when Y/n’s gaze met his. 

Her forced smile quickly turned into her signature smile. “Charles,” she smiled. 

“It’s you,” he murmured, unable to mask the surprise in his voice.

Y/n’s gaze met his, and after a flicker of hesitation, her lips curved into her signature smile; the one he thought he had forgotten but realised now he hadn’t.

“It’s me,” she said warmly, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Charles.”

For a moment, the years that had passed seemed to dissolve. The noise of the city faded, leaving only the two of them standing there as if time had bent in on itself.

He cleared his throat, stepping aside to let her through. “What happened?” he asked, gesturing to the crutches and the brace on her knee.

Y/n adjusted her grip on the crutches, her expression slipping into something practiced and calm. “A bad knee, an old injury, and an accident,” she explained, her voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping in. “Surgery was a few weeks ago. Recovery’s been… slow.” She tried to smile but faltered.

His brow furrowed, the concern in his dark eyes deepening. “An accident?”

She nodded, glancing briefly at the ground. “Just bad luck. I’m managing, though.” Her tone was light, but there was a brittleness to it that didn’t escape him. “I’ll get there. Eventually.”

Charles hesitated. He wanted to ask more, but the vulnerability in her voice stopped him. Instead, he said quietly, “If anyone can handle this, it’s you.”

Her eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension in her shoulders eased. “Thanks, Charles,” she said gently. “That means a lot.”

He hesitated, suddenly unsure of what to say next. There were so many questions on the tip of his tongue, so many things he wanted to know about her life, about the accident, her world. And yet, the words felt tangled, caught in the whirlwind of emotions that seeing her again had stirred. It felt strange, standing here like this; two people who once knew each other so well, now trying to navigate the weight of everything unspoken.

“You haven’t changed much,” Y/n said, breaking the silence with a teasing smile. “Still holding doors open for people, like the gentleman you’ve always been.”

He let out a soft laugh, the sound easing some of the tension between them. “And you’re still finding ways to make the best of everything,” he replied.

She grinned, shifting her crutches slightly. “Someone has to.”

Charles glanced at the bag she was holding, noticing how the straps were barely holding together. “Let me take that for you,” he offered, reaching out.

“Oh,” she started, momentarily reluctant, before handing it over. “Thanks. That thing’s been threatening to fall apart since I left the store. I should have brought a backpack or something.”

“No problem,” he said, falling into step beside her as they made their way toward the elevator. He couldn’t help but notice how her pace was slower, measured, as if every step was a calculated effort.

“How long have you been here?” he asked.

“Just a couple of weeks,” she replied. “I’m staying with Jeanne while I recover. She’s been… very accommodating. Begrudgingly so.”

Charles smiled at that. “Jeanne? She moved back?”

“Yeah, work brought her here. And now she’s stuck taking care of me.” Y/n smirked. “Not her favourite role, but she’s been good about it. She won’t admit it, of course, but I think she secretly doesn’t mind.”

He chuckled. “She always had a soft spot for you. Even if she’ll never admit it.”

As they reached the elevator, Y/n pressed the button, leaning slightly on her crutches for support. “I didn’t realise you live here,” she said, glancing at him.

“I’ve been here a while now,” he said, his tone easy. “Apartment 32.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Above us, then. Never imagined we would be neighbours again.”

He gave her a wry smile. “Life has a strange way of working out, doesn’t it?”

She tilted her head, her lips curving into a smirk. “Strange, or just a cosmic joke.”

The elevator doors slid open, and he let her step in first before following. The quiet hum of the elevator filled the space, but the air between them felt alive, charged with something unspoken.

“Do you need help with anything else?” he asked as the elevator reached her floor.

“No, you’ve done plenty already,” she said with a soft smile. “Thank you, Charles. Really.”

He helped her carry the bag to her door, lingering for just a second longer than necessary as she unlocked it.

“Well,” Y/n said, her tone light, “it’s nice to know I have a good neighbour upstairs.”

He grinned. “And if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her voice warm. “Though I should warn you, Jeanne might take advantage of that offer.”

He chuckled, stepping back. “I’ll be prepared. Take care, Y/n.”

“You too, Charles,” she said softly, her eyes lingering on him for a moment before the door clicked shut.

As he walked back to the elevator, Charles couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. Seeing her again had stirred something deep within him, a mix of nostalgia, curiosity, and something else he wasn’t quite ready to name.

Back in the elevator, he leaned against the mirrored wall, a small smile playing on his lips. “Neighbours again,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Life really did have a strange sense of humour.

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i'mgonnagetyouback | max verstappen

part 2

summary: after you and max broke up you released an album about it and when you go on tour, you didn't expected max to be there front row after being dragged by his new girlfriend's daughter

warnings: none

word count: 877

a/n: this is kinda told in max's pov (?, also heavily inspired on taylor's eras tour and i slightly changed the lyrics of the song to relate it a bit more to max

the lights were out in the stadium but there was barely any darkness. the lights of flashes from phones and twinkling colored light bracelets illuminated the allegiance stadium in las vegas, every person there waiting for the one and only y/n y/l/n.

if you would’ve told max months ago that he was gonna be at her ex-girlfriend’s sold out concert the same weekend he was racing in vegas, he would’ve laughed in your face. but here he was, waiting with the other 69,000 people for her to show up on stage and sing all her hit songs, including the ones that she wrote about him after their breakup.

he had to remind himself that the only reason he was doing this was because of his new girlfriend's daughter, who begged them for weeks to take her to y/n’s concert or she would simply die. she was y/n’s biggest fan because, of course, karma had to do that to max. so there he was, in the vip section of the stadium without y/n’s knowledge, next to his new girlfriend and her daughter.

the lights on the bracelets turned off and the stadium went a bit darker than before, announcing the start of the show. when a huge clock on the stage came up and it reached the number zero, y/n came out singing the first song of the concert and the crowd went wild. max was immediately mesmerized by her. she hadn’t changed much since they broke up, that much he noticed, and she was as beautiful as ever.

he had to control himself not to sing along to her songs to not give his girlfriend a bad impression, even though her daughter was singing all her songs by heart. he just nodded and move along with the rhythm, avoiding the gaze of his girlfriend who was very well aware of her boyfriends history with the singer on stage.

y/n was singing her most famous songs and a few that were more lowkey, and when they reached the acoustic set of the concert, she was carrying a wide smile while playing a few keys on the piano. max smiled at the sight of her.

“hello, vegas!” she shouted at the microphone, making the whole stadium scream. “welcome to the acoustic set.” she smiled. “i’ve been meaning to sing different surprise songs every night, some that i haven’t played in a while, some others brand new. this one particularly is from my new album, i hope you enjoy it.”

max stopped breathing for a second. it was very well known with the public that y/n’s new album was about their breakup and she hadn’t sung any of those songs until tonight. he didn’t know what to do with himself or how to behave, so he simply crossed his arms and stood a bit further into the vip section. in the location he was he had a perfect view of her, but she hadn’t seen him all night.

soon enough y/n start singing one of the songs from the new album that max new for a fact was about him. he hadn’t listen to the whole album because he just didn’t want to relieve the breakup. in his defense he did try to give it a listen, but it was just to overwhelming for him so he had to stop listening mid-album, but this one he knew.

Lilac short skirt / The one that fits me like skin

max submerged himself in the lyrics and y/n’s incredibly familiar voice. only now she wasn’t singing just for him, but for thousands of people.

Whether I'm gonna be your wife or / Gonna smash up your car, I / Haven't decided yet / But I'm gonna get you back

a rebel smile appeared on his face, incapable of hiding how much she meant to him, how much he had missed her. seeing her there, singing her heart out on stage for a crowd of people who were crazy about her, god, how could he lost her?

I can feel it comin', hummin' in the way you move / Push the reset button, we're becoming something new / Say you got somebody, I'll say, "I got someone too" / Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you

the smile on her face while singing the song she wrote made his smile even greater. he didn’t know the song fully like his girlfriend’s daughter, but he knew; he lived it, just as much as she did. in that moment in time, he felt connected to her in a level that no one in the stadium was.

I hear the whispers in your eyes / I'll make you wanna think twice / You'll find that you were never not mine / I'm gonna get you back

when the song finished, the multitude exploited in praise and y/n’s smile grew on her face. max completely forgot about everyone else and joined the crowd, screaming for her and applauding. y/n stood up from the piano and did a small bow before leaving the stage for her next set of songs.

it was as clear as day for max and it struck him like lightning. he was gonna get her back.

[adrienneleclerc]

hiii! I was wondering if you could please do a fic where Charles is dating a tall reader kinda like Tom and Zendaya's relationship

Hi! So Tom and Zendaya have a two inch difference, I can definitely make Charles date like a 6’1 reader, I was debating whether or not to make her a model so she can take advantage of her height. So I made her model for the same agency as Kika and she met Charles through Kika.

Model Behavior

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Tall! Reader

Summary: Charles is obsessed with his girlfriend

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: i Don’t really follow “Tomdaya” like that But from what i see on TikTok, Tom is Zendaya’s biggest fan so let’s see how this turns out. Also sorry for the late response! I have not been sleeping well lately, let me tell you. Don’t know if this is what you wanted…

Kika and Y/N were doing a photo shoot for the Miss Dior perfume, they were in hair and makeup.

“Oh just FYI, my boyfriend and his friends are coming on the shoot.” Kika said as the makeup artist was doing her eyebrows.

“Oh that’s cool, I finally get to meet your F1 boyfriend. Why are they coming over though?” Y/N asked.

“Pierre said that he doesn’t have a race this weekend so he is free for today and he invited Charles with him because they’re doing something later.” Kika responded after checking her texts.

“Cool, cool, how’s my blowout looking, Dana?” Y/N asked her hairstylist

“It’s looking good, mama.” Dana said.

“You sure?” Y/N asked. (Personally, as someone with 2C/3A curls, I get paranoid when it comes to blowouts. Not to mention pin straight hair, I think it looks awful on me)

“Yes I’m sure." Dana replied, putting rollers in Y/N's hair to have that voluminous 90s blowout look. Kika and Y/N were sipping their smoothies that they got earlier when Kika's eyes were covered.

"Guess who." The frenchman said. Kika took his hands off her eyes and turned her head.

"Pierre, querido, hi!" Kika got up from her chair to hug him. When he separated from him, she saw Charles. "Charles, can't believe you're here." She hugged him as well. "Oh, this is my friend and coworker, Y/N." Kika introduced Y/N to the F1 drivers and Y/N got up from her chair.

"It is nice to meet you guys." Y/N said, hugging the boys as well. Charles was in awe of Y/N, not because she was taller than him, but because she was so beautiful, so ethereal, basically a walking angel. He wouldn't be surprised if she was a Victoria's Secret Angel as well.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pierre, this is my friend Charles." Pierre said, patting Charles on the back, he just waved.

“Oh Charles, congratulations on your home race win, that must have been exciting, right?” Y/N asked.

“You Watch Formula 1?” Charles asked, finally getting the nerve to speak.

“Oh yeah, big Ferrari fan too.” Y/N commented and Charles smiled.

“Hey, we should all go out to eat when the shoot is done.” Kika suggested, looking between charles and Y/N.

“Sounds great.” Charles said.

“But we’re supposed to…” Pierre was interrupted by Kika dragging him away. “What.”

“Querido, It’s obvious Charles likes Y/N and she likes him too, let’s just do a little double date and see if Charles asks her out himself.” Kika explained to her boyfriend.

“Okay fine, but you have to pay me back for paintball.” Pierre said and Kika rolled her eyes.

“Yeah i know, bebé.” Kika said and she walked back to Charles and Y/N, who were still talking to each other. Kika was going to say something when Dana came back.

“Y/N, time to take those rollers out. Kika, you’re needed on set.” Dana said, taking out Y/N’s rollers and brushing out the Dyson curls.

“Oh yeah, I’ll talk to you later.” Kika said to Y/N. They took some pictures with Kika, then pictures with Y/N, and then there were some, photos taken with Kika and Y/N together. The shoot took about 2 hours and Charles was just watching in awe, seeing how Y/N posed and how the photos turned out in the monitor, she truly was beautiful.

“That’s a wrap everyone! Kika, Y/N, good work girls, I’ll see you on the runway.” The guy in charge said. Kika and Y/N thanked the man and changed back to their usual clothes before leaving with Pierre and Charles.

The 4 of them went out to eat and they had a great time. At the end of the night, Charles managed to ask Y/N out on a proper date and she said yes. They have been dating for a few months and Charles couldn’t be a better boyfriend.

Charles took videos of Y/N walking the runway, behind the scenes photos of Y/N getting ready, posted them to his instagram grid and story. He is so proud of her, he was standing up whenever Y/N walked out, clapping, cheering, being Y/N’s biggest fan.

“You were spectacular out there, mon coeur.” Charles said, getting on his tiptoes to kiss her cheek. Y/N was wearing heels so now she was 5 inches taller than him.

“Thank you, baby.” Y/N said. When they were walking outside the venue, paparazzi started taking photos of them. They made it to his car and Y/N saw Charles’s instagram. “Aww, thank you, Charles, you’re the best.” Y/N kisses him before he started the car. They made it to Charles apartment and Y/N was getting ready for bed.

“You are so beautiful, Mon coeur.” Charles said, looking at Y/N removing her runway makeup.

“You don’t have to keep saying that, you know.” Y/N said.

“But it’s true. I am so lucky to have you, my whole following thinks so too.” Charles said before kissing her. “You coming to the Grand Prix next weekend?”

“Yep! I Don’t have any photo shoots to do that weekend so I’m going to support you and Carlos.” Y/N said.

“Perfect, I love you.” Charles said, kissing her again.

“I love you too, babe. Goodnight.” Y/N said, they got into bed and cuddled until they slept.

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charles_leclerc Milan Fashion Week (spring-summer 2025) with yourusername, she was amazing as always, so proud of my beautiful girlfriend, she’ll be on billboards in no time.

User27 I thought it was an Y/N fan account at first, but it was just Charles simping for his girlfriend 😂

User 32 Y/N is so beautiful 😍 how did Charles bag a baddie like her

charles_Leclerc guess im just lucky

User 23 imagine having your boyfriend dedicating a post to you. They are such an adorable couple

User 45 Y/N dedicates posts to him too whenever she’s at a Grand Prix, they are so perfect for each other

User 61 girl, they’ve been dating for 3 months, relax

User 45 but they’re so cute 🥰

The End

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[mv1simp]

You Get Me So High ♥️

Max Verstappen x Strategist!Reader

you get me so high, taking deep deep breaths (speeding up the heartbeat bangin out my chest)

As McLaren’s latest addition to the strategy team, you’ve worked hard to get to where you are, never being one to party too hard in college. But when you’re finally dragged to your first messy house party, you’re curious to get a taste of the drinks and party drugs you’d never tried before. Who better to corrupt your innocence than the F1 driver who hates you, Max Verstappen?

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark!max, innocent! Reader, dubcon, explicit drug and illicit substances use, enemies to lovers, somno, 4.1k WC

Looking around the crowded house party, you took in the various Monaco elites and celebrities that laughed in the dim lighting. You hadn’t exactly known what to expect when one of your friends at the sports car company you’d started working for, McLaren, insisted that you finally needed to learn to party hard just as much as you worked. You supposed you had earned your Friday off, having joined the race strategy division 6 months ago and being responsible for numerous winning strategies this year - catching the attention of many annoyed competitions.

But your work in the F1 paddock was the furthest thing on your mind as you finally attended your first Monaco party. You took in the bottles of alcohol, the people passing joints and smoking a hookah by the pool. It wasn’t that you were naturally very naive or innocent. Or that you had some moral high ground that had stopped you from going out to college parties or having one night stands. It was more just that you’d been brought up to have a one track mind, to only focus on your academics and schoolwork only. And it had paid off and rewarded handsomely, with your rising fame as McLaren’s newest strategist at such a young age.

So you’d never quite learnt how to fit in the party scene and shyly stood at your friend’s side as she chatted away to someone else. Even though you’re feeling out of place, you certainly don’t look the part in a tight minidress, long flowy mesh sleeves and white lace giving an almost angelic contrast to the revealing sweetheart neckline. You’d noticed a few eyes wandering over you appreciatively, again making you feel nervous excitement at the chance of having a first hook up tonight. You had years of missed out college experiences to catch up on, and there was no better place than a messy house party filled with endless supply of drinks, illicit substances and attractive guys.

You’re lost in the planning of where exactly you should start when your eyes meet an intense pair of blue eyes that narrow at you. You gasp as you see Max Verstappen across the crowded room, cold expression on his handsome face even in the heat of the summer’s night. It was no secret that the current world champion was not a fan of McLaren this season as they proved to be the biggest contestant to his 4th win. And he especially was not a fan of you, whose strategy had consistently landed Oscar and Lando on the podium…and cost Max the P1.

Of course, you’d found his entitlement and arrogance extremely rude when he brushed you off anytime you’d been introduced. You were simply just doing a good job and leading your team to a constructor’s cup win - couldn’t he respect that as someone who was ambitious himself? But it didn’t matter how many times the two of you had run into each other on the paddock or when you’d accompanied the McLaren drivers to Monaco events. Max Verstappen only reserved his warm laugh and gentle eyes for Lando and Oscar, acting as if you were an invisible object he couldn’t care less for. It’d hurt your feelings to always be sidelined while he cutely smiled at others but glowered at you, because you’d developed a crush the first time you saw Max. The Dutch Lion’s tall, strong build that towered above you, his intense features and even intenser passion for his sport were all things you’d become enamoured with. But admiration turned to disdain for the driver that had now pointedly turned away from you, clearly offended that someone like you was at the same party as him.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. Just because he was a F1 athlete didn’t mean he was any better than anyone else here! Plucking a bottle of wine from a chilled bin, you took annoyed swigs and vowed to not let Max get in the way of enjoying the night.

But a few hours later, when people have dispersed off into little groups scattered throughout the large house, you run into Max. You were wandering around looking for your friend, slightly swaying on your heels, a bit tipsy but still coherent, enjoying the loud catchy music. Hearing a noise from a closed bedroom door along the hallway, you open it without a second thought.

Oh- you say, startled at the scene of a few people dotted along a couple couches in a small room, engaging in low conversation as hazy smoke fills the air. You apologize, thinking you’re interrupting, but a couple of guys have stood up in interest and invite you to come in. You blush, still in the doorway, enjoying the rush at seeing them check you out - but are snapped out of it when a deep voice grumbles for you to get inside or go away, you’re letting all the weed out.

The irritation in the Dutch voice is unmistakable as Max Verstappen tilts his head to the side, meeting your eyes, and you realize with a jolt the broad back you’d seen on one of the sofas belonged to the F1 driver who disliked you the most. You hastily close the door behind you, walking in, the drinks you’d taken having given you the courage to confront the arrogant man instead of letting him be rude to you for once.

He meets your gaze easily, pretty blue eyes shining through even in the dark room that’s only illuminated by a few lamps. In the background you hear music playing over the speaker and one of the guys who’d invited you in offering you a hit. But your attention somehow remains on Max, as he replies for you and says Nah mate, she doesn’t do that stuff. Too much of a good girl to get high.

An indignant expression crossed your pretty face, and you purse your glossed lips at him before you sit down next to him and grab the offered joint. Wanna bet, Verstappen? His friends oohhh at your bratty tone, enjoying the reaction you’re winding up in Max. He narrows his eyes at you, clearly thinking you were bluffing. Go on then, sweetheart he says with a mocking smirk. Here, I’ll even light you up.

Taking a deep breath, you place the unfamiliar joint in between your thick lips, and then Max is suddenly in your space. He leans in close, searching eyes never leaving your wide brown ones as he brings the lighter upto your joint. The small flame illuminates the dim space and for a second it’s like you’re the only two people in the room.

And then you inhale a puff of weed-tinted air and cough at the horrible taste, finding it burns your throat. Max smirks knowingly at your inexperienced technique as his two friends laugh in amusement, telling Max he was so right, you had no idea what you were doing.

You flush in embarrassment, hating how they thought of you as some stupid naive girl. You wanted to prove you were such as capable of enjoying guilty pleasures as them. Determined, you ask Max to show you how then, if he was such a pro at getting stoned himself?

Another glimmer of interest sparks in Max’s eyes at your challenge. You breathe an internal sigh of relief, half convinced that he was just going to kick you out. Instead he murmurs sure, Princess, making you bristle at the condescending nickname. But you obediently let him guide you through another hit, making him chuckle as you cutely try to suppress your cough on the second attempt. To your surprise he patiently talks you through it again, bringing you closer to tuck you against his warm chest so he can demonstrate for you. He looks so good, you think looking up at him a little dazedly, as he easily inhales from the joint, not wasting a single wisp of smoke. The dim light highlights his angular face and attractive lips as he exhales slowly, forming a ring of O smoke with his talented tongue. You gasp in delight, voicing that was so cool, how did he do that?

He chuckles as your enthusiasm, handed it back to you to practise some more. You’re taking more hits, better each time, and his friends wander off now as they grow bored of seeing their mate reel in another pretty girl they’d wanted to ruin themselves. You’re not sure how much time has passed but at some point you realize there’s only a couple others left in the room, off in the corner themselves and giving you and Max your own private bubble. The Dutch champion is watching you intently, looking focused despite the hits he’d smoked and beer he was slowly drinking. Are you feeling anything yet, sweetheart? He murmurs huskily into your ears, sending shivers straight to your pussy. You cutely shake your head no, oblivious to how many hits you’d actually taken.

How are you so good at this, you whine, tongue loosened after the weed, saying it’s so unfair, why are you so good at everything? Rich and a F1 driver and super hot? Max laughs then, and you think you feel your heart race at the sound you’d grown to be secretly obsessed with when you heard it on the paddock. He knew a way to make sure you were getting the weed fully in your system, to make sure you were actually inhaling it, he offers, a devious smirk on his face.

You excitedly jump forward, practically in his lap as you ask how? Show me, please Max! You don’t even notice when he wraps a thick arm around your small waist, bringing your plush ass fully onto thick thighs. Instead you’re fixated on the hit he takes, holding it in - and then he gently tilts your head up, rubbing a large thumb across your pink lips. You gasp at his touch and then he’s exhaling the puff through your lips, sealing it inside your mouth with a chaste kiss.

The fact that you saw nothing scandalous about his actions should have been your first sign that you were well and truly high out of your mind. Instead, you look up at him adoringly when he breaks the soft kiss, telling him that felt so good, Maxie. You definitely got so much more of the weed that time, co-could you please do it again?

The blonde driver smirks, licking his lips like one of his Bengal cats when he has his prey right where he wants it. He doesn’t have to be asked twice, his gaze taking in your heaving, plush tits and the swell of your juicy, caramel ass where your minidress has ridden up. Soon he’s exhaling puff after puff into your willing mouth, sliding his greedy tongue in after each one, every hit resulting in a deeper and sloppier kiss. You’re getting so into it, too, mind addled from the ridiculous amount of weed you’d done. It was making your panties all wet and sticky, you whined, completely disinhibited, as you started desperately grinding on Max’s muscular thighs.

He cooed at you to let him help then, baby, he knew just how to make you feel good. You nod frantically, wanting him to bring you some relief. He was sooo nice to take care of you like this! It’s hard to keep track of what’s going on through your hazy mind and smoke in the air, but you feel something hard and big rubbing against your soaked panties through Max’s jeans. His large hands have slid your dress up around your hips, palming your ass and controlling the pace as he drags your sensitive, swollen clit across his impressive erection. You toss your head back, high on the weed and pleasure Max is giving you, sweat gliding down your neck and dripping down your neckline. You cum like that, riding your orgasm out on his bulging thigh and collapse tiredly against him. You’re content to fall asleep, in his secure embrace that stabilises your body which feels it could collapse any second. But then you hear it - wet, sinful sounds and muffled moans rising up through the rhythmic music in the background.

You lift your head off Max’s broad shoulder, curiosity piqued, and he smiles at your interest. He turns your head as he guides you to look at the freaky couple in the other corner, where a guy has a girl on her knees as he practically fucks her face into the wall behind her. Your jaw drops in astonishment. Looks fun, doesn’t it baby? Max whispers teasingly in your ear. You swallow, panting and nod yes, yes it does, you’d never done that before…

He doesn’t hesitate to whisper a dirty offer by your ears. I’ll have teach you how, then. His ice blue eyes don’t miss the blush on your face as you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling embarrassed as your orgasm high starts to fade. He knows just how to make sure you come crawling back to him again. Or can the sweet McLaren strategist not handle him, hmm? One time was enough to make you tap out?

Predictably, you blush again but with anger, stumbling as you try to climb off him and furiously saying that you could easily keep up with him, you’ll happily prove it again at the next party! Chuckling at your cute indignation, he follows you out, catching your stumbling figure to help guide you into a taxi. There’s no way he’s letting anyone else take advantage of the sweet little treasure he’s discovered tonight. He slides into the backseat with you and drops you home, leaving you wanting more when he gently rubs soothing circles on your bare thighs but you’re prideful to ask for more out of the hazy, seductive room. Yet, you don’t stop thinking about the addictive feeling for days after, almost hoping he’d gotten out of the car with you and come upstairs instead of leaving.

So the next time your friends are heading out to town, mentioning that a bunch of the drivers are going to be there, you can’t wait to go. You make sure you’re dressed in another revealing outfit, makeup done to perfection, looking the very picture of sin as you walk onto the booming dancefloor in strappy heels. Max takes one look at you across the room and is instantly by your side, pulling you into him and well away from the interested stares of other men. He was going to be the only one to lay a hand on you tonight, after all.

He has you coming to the VIP lounge with him, telling you that it was time to up the stakes if you really wanted to prove you weren’t a boring homebody. You confidently accept this challenge, having gotten high with smoking a couple more joints recently, ready to prove Max wrong with your much improved technique. You had no idea that your rival has something very different in mind.

Pulling you down with a squeal onto his lap again, he plies you with a couple of drinks, just enough to make you relaxed and a bit tipsy. You give into the kisses he starts giving you, turning into a deep make out within seconds. You’re glad that you’re in a private booth around the corner, out of sight from the rest of the clubgoers. But still, if anyone came over to greet Max, it would be bad-

You suddenly feel Max’s skillful tongue slip an unfamiliar tablet into your mouth, giving you no choice but to swallow it as he forces himself deep down your throat to sloppily make out. When he finally releases you, you shove his chest angrily, telling him off for being such a sneaky asshole, but don’t move from the comfortable position you’re in, sitting across his lap.

After you demand to know what he’d given you, he shrugs casually, telling you to relax, it was just some molly. At your blank expression, he laughs and says Sorry, maybe someone as nerdy as you knows it as ecstasy? MD?

Your eyes widen as the realisation of just what he’d given you hits. You’re so nervous, never having done anything like that before, but it’s too late because it’s well on its way through your system now. Sensing your anxiety, Max soothes you, coaxing you to relax back against him, whispering that he’ll take really good care of you, the whole trip, I promise, okay baby?

His two faced promises work their magic and you let him glide his tongue into your soft mouth again, exploring it to his liking. Distracted, you barely notice the molly slowly starting to spread like wildfire through you - until it’s peaking, and you feel like you’re burning.

And soon enough you’re humping his lap with pupils the size of the moon, begging him have his way with you in the dark lounge. Whatever you want, baby he cooes at you with a smirk, pleased that you’d reacted to his little pill just as he’d predicted. Nothing beat getting high with you, the pretty, good girl who’d been fucking his wins over for the last 6 months. Now that he has you, he wasn’t going to stop till he ruins you completely.

He unties your slutty top easily, pulling at the string tying it up around your neck, letting it fall off your shoulders so he can get a delicious view of your bare bouncing tits. Fuck yes, all for me, pretty girl? he groans, letting his wicked tongue flick against your cute tanned nipples that had rapidly hardened in the air. You squeal in pleasure, burying your hands in his soft hair as he alternates between your juicy breasts, kissing and licking and biting on the tempting flesh right in front of him.

You swear you’d only closed your eyes for a second but somehow the next time you open them he has your miniskirt off too, and you’re left only in your delicate lace panties. You’re easily lifted and placed onto your back, sinking into the plush sofa as his now shirtless form climbs on top of you, thick arms caging in on either side of your head. You grind against him wantonly, the desire to feel him against you, inside you so much more intense than when you’d been on the weed. But you can barely verbalize your desire, feeling so blissed out all you do is open your drooling mouth and whine his name.

Shhh, I know baby, I know his deep voice rumbles, reassuring you. You’re not sure how exactly things progressed after that. You’re not sure how he went from grinding against you to his thick fingers slipping inside your pussy lips, scissoring you skilfully. You moan his name even louder, begging him for more, more!! and then he’s eating your hypersensitive cunny out. The slurping and dirty kisses he’s leaving down there has your head spinning even more than the molly does and you’re passing in and out of consciousness as you cum repeatedly on his fingers and tongue. The next time you blink your eyes open, you’re being carried out of the club in Max’s arms, redressed in your cute outfit, your heels in his hands.

You don’t remember much of what happened next. Something thick and hard is moving inside your mouth, pressing against the very back, wakes you out of your dazed sleep. You blink your eyes open, your mind trying to process just where you are. It takes a few minutes for you to orient yourself - and then you realize that you’re lying on your back, your whole body sinking into a plush mattress beneath you. Except for your neck, which dangles off the edge of the bed - at the perfect height for Max’s wide cock to slide in and out of your wet mouth, using your passed out body for his pleasure. Your muffled moans as you awake are drowned out by filthy, wet sounds when he noticed your eyes are open and speeds up his pace. His hands play with your large tits and squeeze your nipples meanly, before sliding down your soft tummy and then inside your pussy to finger you some more. He doesn’t stop thrusting roughly inside your already sore throat, bruising the back of it. You cum on his fingers, pussy fluttering and twitching on his digits, and he groans before tensing, emptying his thick load deep inside your mouth. His cum and spit dribble out to your pink lips when he pulls out. He grins wickedly at the sight of the once innocent strategist now looking like the top performer on OnlyFans. Except he’d kill anyone who tried to lay a hand on you now - he’s invested for too much to let anyone take the pretty girl that belongs to him.

And you’re such as eager for it as he is. Flashes of drug addled dreams come to you nightly, and you know you should be worried about the blanks in your memory, about the bruises his strong fingers had left behind but you can’t remember when. But instead you follow him around like a lost puppy, wanting his attention on you again. Your contract didn’t say anything about fucking the enemy, after all.

So the next time he has you lying on your back on his hotel floor, aftermaths of a celebration party littering it. But he’s kicked everyone out so that he can pull out a little baggie of white powder. Your eyes go wide with curiosity as you eagerly ask to try it, but he condescendingly tells you no, baby, this would be too much for a sweet girl like you. You puff up your cheeks cutely, but obediently follow his orders and reveal your top half for him, keeping your miniskirt on. He teasingly pours a straight line of white powder, right in between your plush caramel tits. Kissing up from your sensitive belly button, he keeps his eyes on yours as he snorts the line easily, picking up a tiny dab at the end on his finger and then rubbing it along your gums. You don’t even get a chance to react because his tongue is swirling around your brown nippled, making you arch into his talented mouth as he sucks and bites your sensitive areolas.

If the weed and molly had made you horny, the smidge of coke in your system has you transformed into a desperate slut, dripping and ready to be fucked. Max has you spreading yourself wide open for him, your pink wet pussy exposed for his pleasure without a hint of shyness in your cocaine addled brain. You’re dumbly begging him to fuck you down there, your virginity was all for him to take.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. The world would go crazy if they knew this was how their beloved Redbull driver liked his girls - completely ruined, high out of their minds, and begging for him. But he knows that you wanted this just as much as he did. He sinks his rock hard shaft into your sweet folds, moaning as you eagerly take him all the way to the base. The coke has done wonders to relax your normally upright self, and he sets a mean pace right from the start, sickly enjoying the tears streaming down your face from the pleasure and bouncing of your tits which each powerful thrust.

You two fuck like bunnies, lost in the sinful pleasure of the highs from the white powder and orgasms mixing together. The cocaine in your system makes your stamina endless, ready for round after round. And considering Max’s already impressive energy levels given his status as a F1 driver, well….let’s just say that by the time he’s fully satisfied you’d passed out long ago, drooling into the sheets. Getting high always made his cum so much more, too, and your abused cunny takes several loads of his hot sticky seed inside its gummy walls, twitching around his length.

When Max finally pulls out, making your shared juices leak out of your overstuffed hole, he can’t resist taking a photo to tease you with later. He’s going to use it to bully you into taking the aphrodisiac he plans on slipping you at the next race weekend, after all. He leans down to deviously whisper in your ear, your sleeping figure oblivious to his mean words. Let’s see how well you strategise when all you’re thinking about is getting fucked by me, princess.

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A/N: ok realistically this obvi cannot happen for countless reasons INCLUDING the fact that max was like “yeah the FIA randomly banged on my motorhome at 7am and made me do a drug pee test 🙄” but a girl can dream right??

[missnxthingg]

I KNOW PLACES ✮ LN4

pairing: Lando Norris x gf!reader (secret dating & childhood best friends to lovers) summary: Lando Norris and (Y/N) just started their relationship after years being best friends, but they are afraid that making things public might ruin what they worked so hard to build (based on 'I Know Places' by Taylor Swift) words: 3.8K - warnings: a few swear words and pure fluff! author's notes: Back into the fanfiction world, this time stepping into my newest obsession: F1. I hope you enjoy this new era!

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You stand with your hand on the waistline. It's a scene and we're all here in plain sight. I can hear them whisper as we pass by. It's a bad sign.

(Y/N) didn't know what was happening to her body. Maybe it was the hot weather in Monaco for the race weekend, or the small amount of breakfast she had before leaving the house. But every inch of her being was tingling, and it felt weird being under her skin. Out of all the times she had ever stepped into a Formula One paddock, this was the first one she ever felt like she was about to faint. After all, everyone was onto to find out her little secret.

Lando Norris, her best friend since she was only four, was at the McLaren garage when she arrived with all of his other friends. He was just doing his job; talking to sponsors and being the sunshine boy he has always been, making a good impression on people that needed to be impressed by him. But the conversation between Zac Brown and one of his team’s investors was long forgotten when his eyes spotted (Y/N) in the middle of the crowd.

She was simply walking alongside Max and his girlfriend, Pietra, when their eyes crossed in the paddock. Lando cracked the biggest smile and fixed his eyes on hers for a second, only to get his attention called by Zac again. He was soon dragged into the conversation again, only to be dismissed a few seconds later. Then, he played a whole scene, worthy of a goodman Oscar film.

The wind was blowing on his hair as he paraded towards her in the paddock, his curls moving beautifully with the pace. His hands were resting on his waistline, one of them sneaking under his McLaren shirt. She always thought he looked beautiful in his work attired, but damn it, this time Lando looked flawless in them. He had a soft smile resting on his lips and he could feel the heart beating out of his chest, wanting to jump onto (Y/N) from the second he saw her. Yet, he played it cool for the entire walk towards her. Nobody could know about them.

At that point, it had been three months and a couple of weeks since Lando and (Y/N) had finally got together after years of unconditional love and pinning after the other. They had met at a very early age, when their fathers used to golf at the same field every Saturday morning, and had been best friends ever since. After a while, they just couldn’t deny that their friendship had become something else, after years of her coming to all of his races in karting, F3 and, later on, F1. After all the times he rooted for her in university and had taken care of her when things got too rough. They just couldn’t deny they were in love with each other.

But Lando’s experiences with public relationships hadn’t been exactly… pleasant. So they both agree, after much talk, to keep it a secret from everyone to not ruin anything between them. This was too precious, and delicate, to have the bad energy bring them down right at the beginning of things. And ever since then, they had been so good at doing so. Yet, his fans had caught that something had shifted in the long term friendship. So now, they had to be very, extremely, careful.

“Took you too long”, he commented, shrugging as he stood right in front of (Y/N).

“Max was really enjoying the courtesy breakfast from the hotel”, she smiled at him, looking at his face right through her lashes. Lando just couldn’t help it, thinking she looked too cute, and he wrapped his arms around her, face burying in the crook of her neck.

“I’m glad you’re here”, he kept his voice low, only for her to hear it.

“Always”, she sneaked a kiss on his cheek before he moved onto talking to Max and Pietra.

Lando has showed affection for (Y/N) so many times before, with the hugs and tiny kisses here and there, but everybody knew it was different this time. Maybe it was the long starings or how they’d linger longer on the hugs. Or maybe it was him wanting to be around her every second he could. But the gossip social media pages and the whispers were getting louder. (Y/N) noticed it when they walked towards the McLaren motorhome, one of his hands soft resting in the middle of her back.

“Did you see that?” One girl whispered to her friend as she passed by, but (Y/N) couldn’t listen to the reply. All the whispers were deafening, and she wanted to scream. They weren’t a good sign.

Something happens when everybody finds out. See the vultures circling, dark clouds. Love’s a fragile little flame, it could burn out.

When Lando finally closed the doors to his driver room, (Y/N) felt the weight being lifted from her shoulders. She audibly sighed, and her boyfriend looked at her in worry. For a second, they looked at each other and laughed at their situation. They were damned.

“They are 100% onto us”, (Y/N) whined and Lando agreed with a nod, before pulling his girl for a hug. “Shit, we were doing so great with the hiding. I thought it was really going to last”.

“My fans should be hired as private investigators, I swear to God”, he joked before pulling her face up for a kiss. “Didn’t get a good morning one when I woke up”.

“Well, I can’t help it if you’re an early bird”, she giggled, leaving countless small pecks on his lips again. “I was tired from last night”.

“I finish you off just good, didn’t I?” He cheekily smirked before turning to his closet, pulling the fireproof undergarments he was required to wear before the suit. 

“I didn’t need to know that”, Max commented as he opened the door and quickly was scoffed by Lando.

“Didn’t invite you to the conversation, mate. Get the fuck off my room!” Lando joked, but Max still found his spot on the couch. Pietra came in a few seconds later, settling close to (Y/N) just so they could laugh at the boys.

“We came in to say good luck on the race”, Pietra said, pulling Lando for a quick hug. “We know we’re late and that you need a moment with our girl. But just wanted to wish you the best”.

“She came to wish you the best. I came for the A/C”, Max joked, closing his eyes with the nice temperature of the room. Lando threw a cushion at him, making everyone laugh. Their brotherhood was the best. “But you know, we’ll be rooting for you and shit”.

“I know, mate”, Lando held his hand out to Max, who got up with his friends help. Even though they banter all the time, the boys hugged and smiled with their interaction. Just like (Y/N), Max had been there for Lando for as long as he could remember. 

“We’ll let you alone with your lucky charm”, Max winked at (Y/N), who smiled widely at him.

They had barely closed the door when Lando attacked his girlfriend’s lips once again. (Y/N) was taken by surprise when she got lifted off the floor once again, but quickly melted into the kiss, slowing the speed down just to the soft pace that she liked.

“Easy there”, she said against his lips.

“My lucky charm”, he said back, not stopping the kiss for a single second. “Gonna make me get a podium just by being here. I got pole yesterday just because of you”.

“That’s what I’m talking about”, she smiled, breaking the kiss apart to speed him up. “Come on, you need to get dressed”.

“Wanna see me naked that badly?”, he joked, taking off his shirt to start changing into his race attired.

“I don’t need that. I already saw it last night”, she winked and Lando melted, bursting into laughing.

“I love you because we have the same sense of humour”, he took off his trousers, giving his girlfriend the view he knew she wanted to see.

“Well, but it’s never a bad sight to see”, (Y/N) smiled. Behind closed doors, it was so easy for them to be a couple. Her heart felt safe and it was like no one in the world could harm them. But anxiety always gets the best of her. One moment she was laughing and joking, and the other she was on the verge of hyperventilation.  

Lando noticed it, though. “What’s wrong with you?”, he sat next to her, only wearing his underwear, when he saw the quick change of humour on his girl. From the very first moment he laid her eyes on her in the paddock, he could sense she was off.

“I love you so much, you know?” (Y/N) let a tear fall down for relief, and Lando quickly wiped it off with his thumb. “I don’t want them to ruin what we have”.

“They won’t ruin this, I promise you”, he pressed a long kiss to her cheekbone and she spilled a few more salty tear, they met his lips in seconds. “You’re safe inside my heart”.

“I can just see them ruining this for us, you know? The public”, she admitted. “The whispers and the blurry distanced images on social media. The comments.”

“I told you not to read the comments, baby”, Lando shook his head in disapproval and (Y/N) shrugged. “My love, this thing between us has been here for years. If everybody finds out, I will do everything that I can to protect you and what we have, okay? Don’t worry about it”.

“Okay”, she replied, hugging him once again. “I love you, Lan”.

“I love you too. So much”, he admitted, kissing the crown of her head.

Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns. They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run.

Before he went on to continue with his pre-race routine, Lando stayed in his room for a while longer, just letting his girlfriend hold him for a little while. He was fucking terrified of the Monaco Grand Prix, specially because the race was very tricky; a driver against track kind of race. So having his girl alongside him calmed his heart. He had pole position. He was going to make it all worth it.

“Remember that I’m always with you”, she kissed him again before they got out of the room.

All Lando wanted to do was hold her hand until he was required to be inside his car, but since their situation was delicate and everyone already thought they were together, he just couldn’t risk it. So he held her hand for as long as he could, but had to let it go by the time they got close to the sea of photographers, all waiting for the pilots. (Y/N) stayed behind, ready to meet Max and Pietra to watch the race from the hospitality. He got one last look at her, who waved at him, giving a shot of confidence to his body. He could do it. And most importantly, he was going to give everything to bring this win to his girl.

Max quickly found (Y/N) lost between the crowd and pulled her to sit with all of Lando’s friends. The race was about to start, and the cars would be out at any second now. And yet, all she could think of was a group of people, sitting right behind her, and whispering while staring at her back. Annoyed, she turned around and squinted her eyes at them, making the group shut up. They were one hundred percent talking about Lando and her; it was visible because of the way they stared at her wrist, with one of his bracelets shinning brightly for the whole world to see. She brought it up to her hand, holding the number 4 charm between her fingers. It would be fine.

“I know why you’re like this for the entire morning”, Max whispered close to her ear. “Don’t worry about people. He loves you so much. Nothing bad is going to happen”.

“Yeah, I know that”, she nodded at him. “I love him so much too”.

(Y/N) let go of the bracelet, only to hold Max’s hands. They had been best friends too for the longest time. So after Lando, he was the one who provided her so much comfort and safety. Pietra did too, so it was nice when she left her post next to her boyfriend to hug (Y/N). 

Baby, I know places we won’t be found. And they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down. Cause I know places we can hide.

Lando wasn’t a great fan of alcohol, but the taste of champagne on his lips after finishing P2 in Monaco felt so good. A weight taken off his shoulders to have finished on the podium. It wasn’t a win, but it was definitely the best result he had in his mind. “I’m just glad I finished the race”, he thought.

Staring down the podium, he found his girlfriend standing so excitedly for him, jumping up and down with the result. And as if it was possible, his smile widened at the sight and he shook the bottle to splash just enough to reach her downstairs. He was so happy. Genuinely happy, on top of the world, and no one was going to bring him down.

The post race interviews were taking too long for him, who desperately wanted to celebrate with his team, his friends and (Y/N). But when his PR team finally called him back to the garage, he went rushing to see the people he adored the most. He hugged a few people from his team as he arrived, and Max was the first friend he found and shared a long hug. From over his bestie’s shoulders, he spotted (Y/N) standing behind, with proud tears brimming her eyes and a big smile painted on her face. Lando immediately let go off Max and pulled his girlfriend just to hold her for a few seconds.

They could hear the cameras clicking around them and the people calling Lando, but he was in a trance. When (Y/N) was there, it was like the entire world didn’t exist. He was P2 in Monaco; the race that stresses him out so much from the very early moments of his career. And his girlfriend, the person he loved the most in the world since he was a little kid, was there to celebrate it with him. Life couldn’t get any better.

“My boy”, she whispered in his ear, her mouth very well hidden between them so no one could read her lips. “I’m so proud of you. I love you so much”.

“Thank you for being here. I love you more, baby”, his lips were also hidden, and it pained him that he just couldn’t openly say those words to her. “I can’t wait to kiss you, oh my God. I’m going insane”.

“Just a few more minutes”, she held his face between her hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek before giving space for other friends to talk to him.

Zac Brown took the longest time with Lando, giving him the post race pep talk he always needed. And by the end of it, at the rush of the moment, he admitted his new relationship to his boss, who laughed at the admission.

“I knew you were head over heels for this girl”, Zac said, giving Lando a few taps on the shoulder. 

“We’re just keeping it a secret, between the closest friends, so nobody can ruin it”, Lando added to his confession. “But, yeah, (Y/N) is my dream girl and you know me. Can’t keep shit from anyone. I just wanted you to know”.

“Go celebrate it with her! You still have a few hours until we fly to Spain for the next race. Take her somewhere nice”.

“Where? This whole city is crowded with paparazzi and cameras. I just can’t risk it, Zac”.

“I know a place you can take her”.

Lights flash and we’ll run for the fences. Let them say what they want, we won’t hear it. Loose lips sink ships all the damn time. Not this time.

His driver room was getting too small to fit his love for (Y/N), and Lando felt like those four walls would eventually burst from the flames of his heart. He was getting irritated by having to hide it from everyone. But having her holding him and pressing delicate kisses to his face made him feel like everything was going to be just fine.

“I want to go out to celebrate it with you. Properly, as boyfriend and girlfriend”.

“Very funny, Lan”, she crossed her arms and he arched his brows at her attitude. “If you can magically find a public place, we can just be boyfriend and girlfriend without the prying eyes, I’ll gladly let you take me there”.

“Lucky for you, I have the best boss in the world.”

The paddock was absolute mayhem after the race, specially the bridge that connects it to the marina, where all the boats were anchored for the weekend. Lando tried to be subtle with (Y/N), not holding her hand as they walked in public, but after almost losing her among the people and the cameras flashing on his eyes. With much effort, he found her hands and laced them together, just so they wouldn’t get lost.

“Lando, what are you doing? People will see us”.

“Let them say what they want. I don’t fucking care”, he tightened his hold on her hand and dragged her to the marina. There were a lot of parties happening around the docks, with people enjoying their time post race to get drunk with other millionaires, who travelled all the way to Monaco for the luxury of the weekend. (Y/N) was actually very confused with where they were going.

“Why are we here?” She frowned, but he ignored, too busy looking for Zac around the place. His boss was waiting next to the boat, talking to the people who take care of his boat. A smile flashed on Lando’s face when he saw that everything was already arranged perfectly for him.

“Lando! (Y/N)! It’s all nice and ready for you”, Zac smiled at the girl, taking her hand to shake. “I talked to the commander, they are going to take you to a private place and I made sure they had a nice dinner prepped for you two, okay?”

“You’re the best, Zac. Thank you so much”, Lando hugged his boss and then let it go to help his girlfriend get into the boat. “And please delay my flight for another day, boss!”

“I’ll try my best, kid”

Lando and (Y/N) hid inside the boat while it shipped away from the shore. They were served with champagne as they waited for their getaway. Their boat was very tiny compared to the other ones that were anchored for the race weekend, but it was enough for a couple getaway for the night. Zac probably paid the team to keep their mouth shut and, that way, they could enjoy being together outside his flat for once.

“Okay, this is perfect”, she giggled, pressing a kiss to Lando’s collarbone, exposed by his button-up shirt. “God, today was so stressful for me. I’m actually tired”.

“Oh, me too”, he giggled. “I mean, I’m getting tired of all the hiding. Kind of want to go around screaming that I have the best girl in the world as my girlfriend”.

“Lando, we talked about this”. (Y/N) was afraid of the response she would get once they were public. If there’s someone who was going to suffer the consequences, it would be her. She would have to deal with the comments and the bad shit from the internet; not him.

“Loose lips sink ships”, he quoted the words his girlfriend said a few weeks before. “Not this time, okay? I won’t let people do this to you”.

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love. They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run. 

Enjoying this night with each other had been a dream come true. The peace, the quietness and the privacy from the ocean was everything they need. Somehow it gave them hopes that, even though it was hard, everything was going to be alright. After having dinner, prepared by the boat’s chef, they decided to enjoy some alone time out on the boat.

Lando took some amazing pictures of (Y/N) on the boat and they had a really fun time doing a small photoshoot. They pushed each other playfully and threw compliments that easily heated up each other’s cheeks. Not to mention the funny faces she did for the camera, making him think he couldn’t love her more. She was it for him.

“I hate being a broken record, but I do think your fans are on the verge of finding out about us”, (Y/N) broke the silence between them, that was filled by soft music they put on for their small photoshoot. “I mean, right now, I can just see their miraculous minds creating theories of why we left holding hands today. Or why did you linger longer while hugging me after the race”.

“Do you trust me?” Lando put his hand out for her and she laced their fingers together, as a silent ‘yes’ for her boyfriend. “You need to stop thinking that going public is an absolute nightmare scenario, alright?”

“I’m overreacting, aren’t I?”, she scrunched her nose and sighed. “I know. It’s just, I don’t know how you deal with the fame. It feels like we’re foxes and they are hunters, trying to catch us all the damn time”.

“Then we’ll keep running from them for as long as we need to”, Lando promised, pulling her closer to hug her.

(Y/N) took a moment to admire her boyfriend’s beauty. Her head resting on his shoulder and fingers trying to touch every inch of the skin of his face. “I’m so lucky to have you, Lan. It makes me feel so stupid that I waited too long to say that I loved you for the first time”.

“Well, I’m the luckiest too”, he said with the most beautiful smile on his face. “Without your endless support, and the love you sent me all day, I wouldn’t have performed so well today. Or any other day in my career. It doesn’t matter if you only get to kiss me now. You’ve been the most amazing person in my life for years now. I’m so glad I have you, (Y/N)”.

“I promise we don’t have to keep this a secrecy for much longer, okay?”, she rubbed circles on his cheekbone and looked between his eyes. 

“We’ll run for as long as you need us to. And when you’re ready, the whole world will know how much I love you. I swear to God, I’ll buy thousands of drones to write a message in the sky just so everyone can know how much I love you”, he joked, making (Y/N). “But while you’re not ready, I know places we can hide”.

Baby, I know places we won’t be found. And they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down. Cause I know places we can hide. I know places…

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Chapter 13: Trust the Process

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: Nika being a mediator for your relationship says alot...

Welcome to the chapter 13 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

The energy in New York was electric. UConn fans packed the stands, the crowd roaring with every bucket, every steal, every defensive stand. It was one of our biggest games of the season, made even more special by a familiar face in the crowd.

Nika Mühl, now playing for the Seattle Storm, had flown in to watch her former team and support her friends. She stood out in the crowd, her confident grin unmistakable as she waved to the team during warmups.

I hadn’t spoken to Nika much since her graduation, but we’d shared a few classes and a quiet friendship. Nothing dramatic, just mutual respect and the occasional inside joke. Seeing her again was a surprise, especially since she made it a point to hug me tightly after the game ended, right in front of Paige.

During the Game

The game was intense. St. John came ready to fight, and every possession felt like a battle. Paige was locked in, her usual calm focus giving way to a fierceness that made it clear she wasn’t here to lose.

Late in the third quarter, Paige went for a backdoor cut, receiving a pass from Azzi. She pivoted toward the basket for a layup, but one of John’s defenders swatted the ball mid-air. Paige, off-balance, stumbled toward the sidelines—straight into me and the cheerleaders.

“Whoa!” I yelped, stepping back as Paige tried to regain her footing. But in the chaos, her elbow accidentally connected with my chest.

“Shit!” Paige exclaimed, immediately turning to me. “Y/N, are you okay? I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m fine,” I assured her, clutching my chest. It stung, but nothing was broken.

She searched my face, clearly worried, before the ref blew the whistle for her free throws. “I’ll check on you after, I promise.”

And just like that, she was back on the court, sinking both free throws like nothing had happened.

The Huskies secured another victory, with Paige leading the charge as usual. As the team celebrated on the court, Nika made her way down to the sidelines. I was packing up my camera gear when she pulled me into a hug.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N,” she said, her Croatian accent soft but familiar.

“You too,” I replied, smiling.

She released me and turned to hug Paige, who looked between us with a raised eyebrow.

“You two know each other?” Paige asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

Nika smirked. “We had a couple of classes together. Y/N’s good people.”

Paige nodded slowly, clearly filing that information away.

Later that night, Nika pulled Paige and me aside at Paige and Kk's shared dorm. She didn’t mince words.

“Look, I’ve been hearing things,” Nika started, crossing her arms. “You two are like magnets—always drawn to each other, but sometimes you’re more chaos than chemistry. It’s time to sort it out.”

Paige frowned. “We’re fine, Nika.”

“No, you’re not,” Nika shot back. “The team feels the tension. The media’s picking up on it. You’re lucky it hasn’t blown up completely yet, but it will if you don’t figure out how to handle this better.”

I glanced at Paige, feeling both defensive and guilty. Nika was right.

“Okay,” I said quietly. “What do you suggest?”

The next morning, Nika dragged us to the practice gym for a trust exercise.

“You’re going to take turns catching each other while blindfolded,” she announced.

“What?” Paige and I said in unison.

Nika smirked. “Trust is built on vulnerability. Now, get to it.”

Reluctantly, I let Paige go first. I stood behind her as she put on the blindfold, her arms outstretched.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I counted to three and let her fall backward. My heart raced as she tipped toward me, but I caught her easily.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” I said, relieved.

“My turn,” Paige replied, grinning.

Paige’s POV

I couldn’t help but laugh when Y/N hesitated. “Come on, you can trust me. I swear,” I teased.

She sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

I positioned myself behind her, watching as she nervously adjusted the blindfold.

“Three… two… one,” I counted, and she let herself fall.

Catching her felt like second nature. When I steadied her back on her feet, she pulled off the blindfold and gave me a small smile.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“Always,” I replied.

After that evening and more trust exercises we found solid ground with each other. But during an away game the media team was relentless after our win in winscon. During the post-game interview, they turned their attention to Y/N, who had been filming on the sidelines.

“Y/N, can we get a comment about the video of you and Paige kissing in the rain?” one reporter asked, shoving a mic toward her.

Before Y/N could respond, Jana stepped in. “This is a post-game interview about basketball, not personal lives. Next question.”

Azzi chimed in, “Yeah, we just won a tough game. Let’s focus on that.”

Azzi and Jana flanked Y/N protectively, effectively shutting down the media frenzy.

That night, back in the dorm, I pulled Y/N aside.

“Are you okay?” I asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

She nodded. “Thanks to them,” she said, gesturing to the team.

“You know I would’ve done the same,” I said softly.

“I know,” she replied, her eyes meeting mine. “And I appreciate it. I really do.”

In that moment, I realized Nika was right—we still had work to do. But as I took Y/N’s hand and felt her squeeze mine back, I knew we were on the right track.

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Chapter 5- Epilogue

Accelerating Emotions (Oscar Piastri x Reader)

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Summary- Y/N and Oscar are just happy being together. They enjoyed the time they got to spend together.

Over all just fluff.

Y/N and Oscar enjoyed the time between the end of the previous season and the start of the next. Both of them would follow each other around like lost puppies through out the day. Just as the holidays were coming to an end for Y/N, Oscar too had to leave for pre-season training, reluctantly. They would call each other and sometimes Y/N would send him packages and Oscar would send her packages and then the two of them would open them up on video calls.

Oscar really wanted her to come to the first race of the season, which was not possible at all due to her academic year being in full swing. Luckily, she didn't particularly need time off to be at his home race. The Australian GP couldn't come any sooner. Oscar did fly in earlier then usual. Y/N was there to pick him up at the airport since he did fly in super late. "You have a thing for making sure I don't get any sleep" she commented as Oscar climbed into the passenger seat. "I have other ways of keeping you up" he laughed. She just shook her head as she started driving.

They spent the next few days together, Oscar was on a strict diet; so Y/N found great joy in being able to cook for him and having at home dates. They would watch some silly shows and lay awake wrapped in each others arms. "I might have done some shopping" she said randomly. "Doesn't sound like it's a good thing" he said skeptically. "It is a good thing. I bought a dress in your god awful team colour and surprisingly I look good in it. So, I'll be wearing that with a 81 head band to the race." she said proudly. "Where did you get the 81 head band from?" he chuckled. "I made it myself, you'll see" she said kissing his lips. "If this is your way of bribing me, I'll take more" he said. "I'm not bribing you, I did a quiz and my love language is physical touch apparently" she said. "What's mine?" he asked. "Gift giving and physical touch, I think" she said. "I will not be denying that" he smiled.

Y/N accompanied him on quali day, the pair walked hand in hand to the paddock. The camera flashing rapidly to catch their moment together, Y/N was wearing Oscar's papaya jersey, a big smile on her face as she walked in. Oscar found great joy in dragging Y/N around with him. He would introduce her to his team with the biggest smile they had seen on Oscar. Lando had stopped teasing them, since Oscar started to enjoy it too much much to his dismay.

Oscar qualified P6, Y/N was cheering for him as always. It was a warm feeling racing in his home and having all the people that love and support him there. Y/N was wearing an papaya dress with the 81 head band that she knit. The fans loved her outfit and wanted their own 81 headbands. The race was quite eventful, Oscar finished just out of the podium but Y/N celebrated his finish like it was a podium. They spent the night together with their family, laughing and talking about random things and reliving old memories of all the times each of them found out Oscar had a crush on Y/N. It was a good time at Oscar's expense. "Last year, I wouldn't have thought I would get just outside of a podium in my home race or you for that matter" he whispered with his arms wrapped around her waist as they stood there watching everyone. "Well, you've improved." she smiled pecking his cheek. "I love these improvements" he smiled. "Can't wait to watch you win a race honestly" she stated. "I love you babe" he whispered. "I love you too, Osc." she whispered back. "I'm gonna have to ask Lando to stop calling me Osc, it feels weird" he stated. "He says it with love. It's cute honestly. I would also like to ask you to look at me with the same amount of love you look at Lando with" she chuckled. "I look at you with love, Lando it's shock" he said shaking his head.

Oscar's birthday was the day after the Japanese GP. They couldn't spend it together so Y/N sent him a package as a little gift; just some stuff from home and the customary birthday wishes. Oscar wasn't very happy about spending his birthday alone this year, but it's the nature of the sport. He wasn't able to fly in for her birthday either since he had another race weekend. So, they FaceTimed each other with a small cake and blew out candles while on call. Y/N had gotten him a wallet with their initials engraved on it which Oscar carried around with great pride. Y/N had gotten a necklace with an O. You could pass that necklace off as anything but she found a lot of happiness in telling anyone who asked that it was her boyfriend's initial.

During her time off she would fly to Oscar, they would spend all their time together either cuddling in the hotel room or exploring the city. Oscar would love to have her at race weekends but they never coincided with her time off. The fans had started to notice him hanging out with the girl who had the 81 headband and deduced that they were dating as if Oscar wasn't obvious enough.

Oscar winning his first Formula One race was a big thing but sadly Y/N wasn't there to celebrate with him. Instead he flew back to Australia even if only for a few days before he would have to fly back for the last race before the summer break. Back home, he was met with a lot of celebrations. Y/N spent her whole time showering Oscar in praises after his first win. Oscar couldn't help but bask in her praises forgetting the ordeal following his first win.

Y/N was very observant, she noticed when Oscar would wince or hiss quietly when some one would hug him or touch him. He made a conscious effort not to slip up when Y/N was touching him but she caught on and cornered him just like the time Oscar caught her topless when they were teens. "Piastri what's wrong?" she asked, voice laced with concern. "Nothing right now, but you look very hot cornering me. We might have a problem now" he said placing his hands on her waist and leaning closer. She took his hands off her waist and placed them on either side of him, effectively pinning him. "Babe, my mum's 2 feet away" he whispered. "I know, something's wrong and you won't tell me" she questioned further. "Nothing's wrong" Oscar replied trying to lighten the mood but Y/N wasn't buying it. He could easily over power her but he liked the situation he was in. "You've been hissing and wincing in pain since you've been back. I know you're hurt. Tell me where or I will not be kissing or touching you for the foreseeable future." she stated. Oscar knew he couldn't lie to her, she would figure it out, sooner or later. "I fractured my rib before the race" he said. "What" she almost screamed, carefully placing his hands down. "How? You raced? Why didn't you tell me or us?" she barraged him with questions. "It just happened but the medical team cleared me. I'm good and with a bit of rest I'll be as good as new" he said. "What rest? You plan on racing the next race. You didn't tell anyone. It's like you don't need us" she lamented. "I'm perfectly fine now. Don't worry about me" he said cupping her cheeks and pressing a kiss. "Well, it's my second nature to worry, you can't stop me" she announced. "I won't. I love it when you worry about me actually" he gloated. "You will be punished. I'm not touching you until you're fully healed. I heard rib fractures hurt a lot. So, you're on bed rest while you're in Melbourne" she stated. "What? NO! You can't deprive me" he groaned. "I can and I will. Just be grateful I'm not announcing this to the whole family" she tsked and walked away.

Oscar was babied and made to rest by Y/N. She found a way to avoid telling everyone what happened until Oscar would himself. Which he did after the summer break started. His parents were disappointed him but more concerned. Y/N apologised to hiding it since she didn't want to worry them as well.

They spent the summer break lounging around their house or going out to eat. They would catch up on movies and trying out new foods. Oscar had been thinking, he thought about it quite a lot especially when they would be grocery shopping together or he would see her interact with kids or when she would joke with his family or when she would fret over him; that he was ready. He was ready to settle down if it was with her. He wanted everything; a family, a house, kids, the whole nine yards. Oscar might have jumped the gun and bought a ring. He couldn't wait; these could be place holders till she picked one out she liked. He had gotten them his and her bands; they looked a lot like wedding bands. He carried those around for a while, not knowing when to ask and that's how the summer break ended and he would be back racing.

They spent their first anniversary at home while Y/N cooked for Oscar and make him rest. He was on a sex ban because of the rib fracture. No matter how much he tried to reason with her, Y/N wasn't about to budge. Oscar was like a piece of glass and Y/N was too scared to touch him lest she hurt him. Oscar got them his and her matching watches since he wasn't sure he had the guts to propose to her. She got him matching sweaters that she knit and a belt with her initials. "Are you trying to brand me?" he asked looking at the sweater with a big first initial of his girlfriend and the belt too. "I would ask you to get my name tattooed but let's wait for the second anniversary before be pull that" she laughed. "Plus people should know who you belong too" she said. "I think they know, I only talk about cars and you" he said solemnly. "I'm honoured that Mr Piastri talks about something other than cars" she smiled. "I can talk about you all the time. Cars aren't my only interest" he quipped. "Glad to know I don't have to compete with your love for cars like when you were 4" she chuckled. "Cars could never compete with you" he whispered snaking his arms around her waist trying to pull her onto his lap. She carefully pushed him away. "Nope. I'm not falling for this. You are on strict bed rest" she reprimanded. Oscar groaned "Ugh, this stupid rib." "I'm all yours once you're healed" she said pecking his cheeks and getting up to clean up the mess of wrappers they made.

Y/N finally had time off and she was able to fly to Azerbaijan. She had the two weeks off from school and spending time with Oscar was the only thing on her mind. Who would've thought? Okay, Y/N did think. She had maybe hoped Oscar would win since he was starting P2 in the race. Until the very end, you couldn't say much. It was during the last laps; Y/N felt it; watching Oscar zip past, that he might win and he did. She was crying; she couldn't be there for his first win but she was there now. Oscar got out of the car and rushed to his family. He hugged his mother and turned his attention to Y/N who had tried to fix her make up before she came since she had been crying. "I'm so happy you're here to see me win" he whispered in her embrace. "I'm happy I get to share this with you" Oscar pulled away and kissed her and Y/N melted right into his lips. She squished his cheeks deepening the kiss. They pulled away breathless, "I love you so much" he whispered. "I love you too Oscar" she whispered back. "Marry me" he blurted out. "You're not proposing right now, like this" she had started to cry. "Go on, we'll talk later" she said quietly.

Oscar was back in the drivers room with Y/N sat looking solemn. "Sorry about that. I knew this wasn't a good idea" Oscar lamented. "No no, babe. I meant it like you can't be proposing to me in that moment since it was your moment. It was yours and only yours" she explained. "It was ours baby, I've been thinking and I wanna marry you" he stated. "Osc, sweetheart, we're so young. We started dating just over a year ago." she began. "I've loved you for more than half my life. I think I know if I want to marry you or not" he interrupted. "As much as I hate to admit it, I would marry you right now, if I could" she chuckled. "Yay" he laughed. He opened up the red velvet box he had and 2 identical rings were shining back at them. "These look like wedding bands" she couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe" he stared at the box and than her. "You can pick whatever ring you would like. I didn't want to choose something you wouldn't like" he explained. "You know what I like" she said. "I'm not that confident" he said. "Well, I love you and anything you pick, I would love that too" she smiled at him. Oscar felt like he would turn into mush.

At the Singapore GP, the two of them were spotted with their rings. The media and fans were speculating whether they had a shot gun wedding. Oscar found great joy in calling Y/N, Mrs Piastri. But later, his mum did tell everyone that they hadn't indeed gotten married and those were engagement rings because her son was a big sap.

Oscar stared at their hands as they lay in bed entangled in each other, her hand on his chest and his wrapped around her. If you told 13 year old Oscar that he would be laying in bed with his crush he would've laughed at you, but 23 year old Oscar was lying in bed with the love of his life. Oscar wouldn't have it any other way. If you had told Y/N that the annoyingly quite and mature kid her brother befriended would be the man she planned on marrying, she would call you delusional but right now everything felt like a blissful dream that she would like to never wake up from. The two of them were happy in each others arms, away from the world.

[wcters]

𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗦

pairing: lando norris x fem!brown!reader

summary: in which zak brown’s daughter and lando norris are dating and (unsuccessfully) try to hide it

request: lando and zak brown daughter reader? no specific ideas for this one really i’d love to see how you write it ♡

warnings: established relationships, pretend bullying, jokes about harming others | i decided to do a smau because it matched the vibe i was going for, i want to do backpacking sometime because it looks like so much fun

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yourusername i had such a good time hiking the walkers' haute route with friends the past couple weeks !!!!!!! was such a great experience. lots of views, some cuddling, some silliness 🏔️ the video for this trip is in the works. let me know if i should convince my dad to hike with me sometime 🤘

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user1 how hard was it?

↳ yourusername not too bad for me, though it did get difficult in some areas. it’s really nice in the summer and lots of good views. would not recommend it for beginners and would suggest looking into it before you decide to go ☺️

zbrownceo though you are my daughter and i love you, i’ll stick to golf ⛳️

↳ yourusername you are soooo boring

user2 she’s so cool

user3 i feel like this would be such a good bonding experience

landonorris i would pay a lot of money to see you drag zak along

↳ yourusername how much?

user4 we need y/n to organize a wellness trip for the drivers and it’s just her leading a hike while singing as she walks

↳ yourusername free karaoke 🎤 everyone sings while they hike, they just don’t admit it

yourfriend lots of cuddles

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yourusername me out of my comfort zone at the spain gp featuring dad doing work, cool car, me being awesome, this british weirdo that snuck in, some views, and my girl b 🫶

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racerbia i missed you so much ❤️‍🩹

↳ yourusername i was starting to get withdrawal 😔

user1 little snack

↳ yourusername i was feeling famished

landonorris i’m not a weirdo

↳ yourusername 🤨 you sure?

user2 did you convince zak to go hiking?

↳ yourusername unfortunately not

user3 your makeup is always flawless

user4 zak was probably teaming up with mercedes to take out redbull

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yourusername another adventure loading . . .

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user1 she really said “you handle this” to lando

user2 she knew her dad wouldn’t follow her up a mountain to get her in trouble

landonorris please take me with you 🙏

↳ yourusername no idiots allowed, sorry 😞

user3 and they’re still flirting even after they’ve been outed

user4 if you were part of the rainbow fairy books, you’d be y/n the adventure fairy 🏔️🥾🎣

↳ yourusername this is my love language right here. that is the best compliment i’ve ever gotten. i will print this out and keep it in the back of my phone case

author i LIVED for the rainbow magic fairy books as a kid 🧚🧚

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landonorris silverstone i love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ congrats on the win @lewishamilton, we'll review, do better and come get you next time 😜

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user1 you did great lando 🔥🔥

user2 he feeling back to normal after knowing zak (probably) won’t kill him

yourusername P3 AT YOUR HOME RACE !!!!! beautiful work

user3 y/n is one of lando’s biggest fans

user4 she really not caring about hiding it anymore

user5 you did us proud lando 🇬🇧

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yourusername new hike, new protégé 🥾🏕️

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user1 this is such an y/n way to reveal their relationship

user2 i never thought i’d see lando “rough it”

landonorris can we take a break? i’m tired

↳ yourusername we’re almost there, you can do it. where’s your stamina gone?

user3 y/n ignored lando to the point that he took it to the comments

zbrownceo you somehow always manage to keep me on my toes

↳ yourusername that’s my job 🫡

yourfriend new backpacking buddy??

↳ yourusername we’ll see how he does with this. it’s only for two days and he’s complaining

[theemporium]

Hello my dear!!! So - I know your requests are closed for now, but I just had to tell you I am OBSESSED with your Danny Ric x Sunshine series, and I had a thought for once they’re open again… I know that Sunshine isn’t famous or anything, but what if she dated someone who was/is before she started dating Danny (ex. Joe Jonas)? Like maybe they were childhood sweethearts or something, and her ex shows up at the Miami GP as a musical guest or something and Danny goes FERAL and protective of Sunshine? I just think it would be so cute and fluffy 😍🥰

you are a cutie🥹thank you for requesting!!! i changed it a wee bit but i hope you enjoy! and sorry for making you wait so long🫶🏽

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It wasn’t unusual for there to be famous faces dotted around the garage during the race weekend. 

Daniel was used to it and, if he was being completely honest, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed seeing familiar faces around the paddock, talking and chatting with them and meeting new and old fans alike. He was a social butterfly and he thrived in these situations, even if some drivers found it a little distracting or stressful when they were trying to get on with their jobs. Usually, Daniel loved it.

Except when these celebrities couldn’t seem to catch the hint.

You were gorgeous. Hell, in the eyes of Daniel, you were the prettiest human to ever walk the goddamn Earth. He was obsessed with you. He worshipped the ground you walked on. You were his sun and his life revolved around you and your love. He pinched himself every day that you chose to be with him, to love him, to be his forever partner. 

However, it seemed one of Red Bull’s recent garage guests didn’t seem to catch the hint that you were not single nor were you ready to mingle.

If he was being honest, he didn’t know who the guy was. He had heard from a few team members that he was some big, upcoming actor that most of the world was going crazy for but Daniel didn’t care. He didn’t care if the man was the biggest name in the world. He was going after Daniel’s girl and he didn’t like that one bit. 

Most guests tended to stick to their guided tours or near the back so they were out of the team’s way, yet this actor seemed to have gravitated towards you. He had been blatant in his attempts with flirting and chatting with you, going as far as leaning on the table you were currently working on until it became near impossible to continue with your job. He could see the discomfort in your face, could see the way you were getting progressively more annoyed and, despite knowing you could handle yourself, the last thing he wanted was you to be on the frog page after punching the douche in the face (even if it would've been well-deserved in his eyes).

“Got a problem here, mate?” 

The man—his name was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t bring himself to care to remember—turned away from you to look at the approaching driver. “Hey, Daniel, right? Huge fan. You’ve got a great team here.”

“Yeah, the best of the best,” Daniel said as he slided in behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder as your body relaxed under his touch. “Sunshine here has the best brain you could ask for in Formula One.”

The man’s gaze slid back down to you, his lips twitching upwards in what you assumed was meant to be a charming smile. “So, your name is Sunshine?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Daniel beat you to it.

“Ha no, I can call her Sunshine,” he said with a massive smile on your face, one that would leave the people around you and out of ear shot to believe this was a happy conversation. “You can mind your own fucking business.”

The man’s face immediately soured. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a guest, courtesy of Red Bull, and that is the only reason I’m not dragging your sorry ass out of the paddock,” Daniel continued, stepping a little closer so you were leaning back against him. “Now, you can leave now or you can sit in the back of the garage like a good dog and leave my girl alone to do her work. What’s it gonna be?”

“You can’t talk to me like that,” he insisted with a scoff. “Do you know who I am?”

“No, but I don’t really care. You’re on my turf right now, and what I say goes. If I don’t want you here, you’ll be gone with a snap of my fingers.” Daniel stated so casually, like his whole body wasn’t humming with the desire to just punch the guy in the face. “Piss off now.”

You had barely waited until he was gone before you spun around in your seat, looking up at him with an amused smile. “Are you taking lessons from Max or something? That felt very Mad Max-coded.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “I was teaching him a lesson.” 

“No, you were jealous and it was hot,” you corrected with a grin as you reached towards him, your arms winding around his torso. “But thank you. I was two seconds away from throwing my laptop at his head.”

He laughed as he leaned down, hands gently holding your hair back as he kissed you. “Always here to be your knight in shining armour, Sunshine.”

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[letsgetrowdy43]

Not strong enough (Rowan's Version)—

reader x usntdp u18 2018-19 team

Based on the song "Not Strong Enough" by Boy Genius

Warnings: Sexism & Men (they deserve the tw)

Ro's 1000 follower celly

Au Masterlist!!

"Black hole opened in the kitchen, every clock's a different time. It would only take the energy to fix it, I don't know why I am"

“She’s the glue,” Jack grinned and looked over to Cole who smiled back at him, “every team has that person who keeps the group together, and for us, she’s that person.” “She’s our everything really” Trevor interjected as the interviewer nodded her head.

The woman wore a red blazer, in her hands were a few cue cards, messy handwriting full of questions covered the tiny pieces of paper as she grinned at the boys sitting on the couch in front of her.

“How about her game? Explain it to me,” she smiled as Alex sat up. “She’s electric, elegant almost with how agile she is,” the other boys nodded, “her IQ is above all, and her playmaking is so effortless.”

“We wouldn’t be half the team without her,” Cole added. “These accomplishments are because of her, none of these records or wins would’ve happened if she wasn’t in that locker room,” Jack finishes off the interview with a grin as the camera shuts off and the industrial lighting goes out.

“That was an amazing boys, thank you,” the cameraman and director said as he shooed the boys out of the room.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I try, I can't stop staring at the ceiling fan and, spinning out about things that haven't happened. Breathing in and out"

Y/n watched her interview with tears, a huff leaving her lips as she stared at the ceiling in defeat. “What about the boys? You find them cute?” The woman in the red blazer said with a chuckle.

The cue cards of in-depth questions were nowhere to be seen as the teenage girl sat on the couch in her Team USA jersey. Embarrassment filled her face as she looked behind the camera to see the direct, wondering how on earth this question was even real.

“These boys are like my brothers,” she smiled, tone a little peeved as she stared at her hands, “they are my team, the ones I go to battle for.” A semi smile worked its way into her face as she thought back to the past years with the boys, and how life-changing this team has been for her and for her game, “on the ice we are dynamic, and off the ice, they are my best friends,” she answered honestly

That’s about as far as she could make it into the video before having to turn it off.

The boys received such beautiful questions and were given the opportunity to share such meaningful words. While on the other hand, she was painted out to be some narrative

It was total bullshit.

★★

"Drag racing through the canyon, singing "Boys Don't Cry" Do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement? I don't know why I am"

“Give ‘em hell my girl,” was always Ellen’s words to the teen before she stepped on any ice, whether it be a game or a practice. It held such a strong sentiment, and Ellen was such a strong role model in her life.

They were also the first words said to her the moment she got the call inviting her out to the draft combine in Buffalo, her billet mother pulling her into her arms hug as she cried into Ellen’s arms “I’m so proud of you y/n,” she whispered as the tears subsided with the entrance of the boys who had been waiting for this moment.

“Are those good tears or bad tears?” Alex asked as y/n wiped them away. “Good ones,” she croaked as both Jack and Alex lunged at her.

Not only was this the biggest moment of her life, but this was also one of the biggest moments in female hockey history. The first-ever teenage girl prospect in an all-male league, it was overwhelming, but it was the first step in the direction of change.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I lie, I am just lowering your expectations. Half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing, close my eyes and count"

“A female prospect?” The interviewer mumbled as he looked through his list of draftees. “It’s progressive,” another man with a clipboard mumbled with a shrug as he sipped his coffee.

“It’s unorthodox,” another person mumbled as one of the interns left to go and fetch the girl from the next room over, “politics and sports don’t coexist,” he added causing a few chuckles around the table.

The only female interviewer tapped her pen on the wooden table, her brows raised and her anger levels starting to rise as she looked at all of the men in the room. “You are making decisions for a billion-dollar company, every single decision and movement you make is due to the outcome of the political climate,” she said hastily before the door opened and all of the people in the room stood to greet the young prospect

The older woman’s hand was the first one out for the young girl to shake as she greeted her with a warm smile and a firm handshake. “Please take a seat, we’re so glad to get the chance to sit down with you!”

★★

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Draft day had to of been the most stressful day ever, the NHL reached out a few weeks prior hoping to include her in their “Welcome to NHL” mini-documentary about her experience on the draft day.

Her hand shook as she stared at herself in the mirror, a small smile on her lips as she looked towards the camera. “Ready to make history?” She mumbled as she looked back at herself she fixed her lavender suit jacket.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Jack pulled her in for a hug as she got down to the bus, his hand cradling the back of her head as he held her tightly, “I can’t believe this is real,” he mumbled as she pulled away with a proud smile.

The second her heels hit that red carpet she was immediately anxious, she spun the gold ring on her thumb as Quinn and her older brother each patted her on the shoulder and sought out to find their designated entrance as she went through the carpet and the media.

“This colour is beautiful,” the interviewer said as she took in the bold outfit. “The man who designed the suit was very adamant that it was my colour,” she mumbled as she unbuttoned the loose-fitting Jacket.

The interviewer grinned, “As most draftees do, are there any little things about this suit that make it personal?” The girl opened her blazer to showcase a listen of names written in a deep shade of violet on the inside of her suit lining, “these are all of the women in my life who have pushed and haven’t received the recognition that they deserve,” her fingers ran over the writing as she smiled.

“These are the women and the role models who have fought for me to be in this place today, and have given me this opportunity to make history,” she nodded and unveiled the other side. A tiny embroidered quote that said “give ‘em hell,” was sewn into the other side, little flowers decorating the message as the interviewer grinned.

“And this is an ode to the woman who went above and beyond, and fought for me to be in this position,” she smiled as the interviewer wished her luck and sent her on her way

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

“Hold my hand,” she whispered to her dad, the man pulling the cell phone out of her hand to get her off Twitter for a moment, “people hate me,” she frowned as she looked at her father who shook her head. “People are afraid of change, you are strong you have worked harder than any of the boys in this room,” he whispered as her eyes filled with tears, nodding slowly as she leaned her head against his shoulder, “you are so worthy of greatness, and it'll come when the time is right,” he finished as her attention turned to Gary Bettman who was beginning to walk across the stage.

The boos began, and so did the anxiety.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

One by one her teammates were picked off, proud smiles on her face as they each stopped by her to thank her for everything.

She sent each one of them off with a hug and some choked-up words as they made their way to the stage to live out their dreams. And one by one her dream slowly crumbled, like a glass castle that had been shattered, as the Blues picked their final pick on the second day in the seventh round Y/n felt the emotion rip through her. But instead of cracking, she held her head high and walked out of the arena with the entirety of her family behind her.

The second she was away from the cameras and the fresh air hit her lungs she began to crack.

A sob ripped through her as she sat on the curb, her hands pulling at the roots of her hair, “I was supposed to- I was supposed to make a difference,” she cried as a hand ran over her back. “I'm sorry sweet girl,” Ellen's soft voice sounded as the tears kept coming.

“I worked so much harder than the boys, I trained my ass off, I sat through the sexist interviews, but none of it will ever be enough,” the cries grew louder and louder as she leaned against the woman. “I did everything I could, and I will never meet my dreams,” she said defeated as Ellen held her tightly.

“I know baby, it's unfair, you deserve it just as much as the boys” she whispered, tears staring in her own eyes as she watched the girl who had been a daughter to her shake with a look of distraught on her face.

The girl wiped the underneath of her eyes, her fist finally unclenching as she sniffled, “I will never be enough,” she whispered and looked up to see the photographer taking a photo from across the street too which she just shook her head and sighed.

★★

"I don't know why I am the way I am, there's something in the static, I think I've been having revelations. Comin' to, in the front seat, nearly empty skip the exit to our old street and go home"

The draft had come and gone, and the boys each headed off to the new destinations in their lives. She ended up in Minnesota, as a freshman on the women's hockey team. Division one college hockey had always been on her list of things she wanted to experience, and it was everything she imagined.

It was slow, life slowed right down when she stopped putting that pressure on herself to always be the very best. The girls were sweet, but they knew what she had gone through during the summer, some a little envious, some a little sorrowful to know the struggles that she'd endured in the pursuit of her possible professional career.

The boys called often, to tell her about the little things, shared what their lives now entitled, whether it be in the league, or in university, wanting their favourite girl to know that they were always thinking of her.

Jack was a constant call in her life, a rookie who now carried the burden of being one of the potential greats. "It's really not all as great as they paint it out to be," he mumbled tiredly. It kind of felt like a stab in the heart sometimes, for him to be so ignorant to the pressure she had been other previously and then tell her that maybe she was lucky she would never get to experience the so-called 'torture' he was experiencing.

"Jack, do you know how badly I would kill to be in your shoes right now, to be worthy enough to prove myself to an entire league," she scoffed as the tears started, "do you know how much I wanted that, do you know how much I pushed myself to make it to that draft and then to be turned away after all of that work?" "I know," he sighed. "I don't think you do, 'cause at the end of the day you're calling me to complain about an amazing opportunity," she huffed as she heard the sniffles on the other end, heart squeezing a bit knowing that she was being hard on him.

"I'm sorry, it's just you have such talent, you're just in a slump J," he hummed in agreeance on the other end, "and you're gonna do such amazing things, you just need to push through it." "Should I give 'em hell?" "You need to raise Hell J," she finished her pep talk as he whispered a quiet Thank you and then hung up.

★★

"Go home alone"

She remembers the phone call so clearly, sitting in her dorm in her junior year, moving in only a few days prior as she started to get ready for her classes.

the phone rang twice before she answered the call, and an unknown number appeared on the screen as she stared at the random digits. "Hello?" "Is this Y/n L/n?" "This her," she said with a clear voice, brows furrowed as she held the phone a little away from her face to see if maybe she now recognized the number.

"Great! This is Tom Fitzgerald, GM of the New Jersey Devils," her heart dropped, and she sat up quickly as she looked at her roommate with wide eyes, "we would like to invite you to Jersey for the weekend, Lindy Ruff would like to meet you and have a chat about some sort of deal!" "Of course, I'm free whenever," her hand covered her mouth in shock as she felt the slight tremor of her hands, "thank you for this opportunity Sir," the man hung up the phone as she stared at her screen with wide eyes.

A smile rested on her face as a notification popped up.

My turn to tell you to raise hell! 😈❤️

Jack's number appeared just above the message as she looked up to her roommate. "Holy shit"

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[pepi1989]

The Matchmaker - Ben Shelton

I never thought the day I met Coco Gauff would lead me to the love of my life. Tennis was never really my thing, I was more of a “sit on the couch with snacks and watch” type of person. But my best friend, Coco, was a different story. She lived and breathed the game, and somehow, our worlds collided through that love of hers.

It all started when she dragged me to one of her matches. I’d been to a few before, always cheering loudly, pretending I knew what a “double fault” was. But this one was special. She had just turned 20, and it felt like she had the world at her feet.

After the match, Coco insisted I come backstage with her. “Come on, you’re practically family,” she said, throwing her arm around me as we navigated through the bustling crowd of fans and media.

As soon as we entered the players' lounge, I was hit with a wall of tennis players chatting, stretching, and looking far more relaxed than they had any right to be after hours of intense games. I tried to keep it cool, but my heart started racing when I realized that I was surrounded by some of the biggest names in tennis.

“Hey, I want you to meet someone,” Coco nudged me, grinning like she knew something I didn’t. Before I could ask who, a tall, strikingly handsome guy with messy, curly hair and the brightest smile I’d ever seen walked over. He was all golden skin, bright energy, and… well, completely out of my league.

“Ben!” Coco called, waving him over as if she hadn’t just won one of the biggest matches of the tournament. “This is Y/N, my best friend.”

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Ben said, his voice warm as he extended his hand. When our fingers touched, it felt like I’d stuck my hand in an electrical socket. I managed to stammer out a “hi” as Coco continued.

“She’s been to almost all my matches. Kind of like my personal cheerleader.”

“Sounds like you’re the real MVP here,” Ben said, flashing me that winning smile of his. Was it just me, or was he looking at me a little too intently? The air between us suddenly felt charged, and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it.

The next hour was a blur of jokes, light teasing from Coco, and Ben being… well, perfect. He was funny, sharp, and made me laugh so hard my sides ached. When he left to catch up with his team, I gave Coco a look.

“Okay, what was that?” I asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

She smirked, crossing her arms. “That was me introducing you to someone who might just be your perfect match.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come on. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I? I saw the way you two looked at each other. And he never acts like that around anyone,” she teased, bumping my shoulder.

I shrugged it off, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Over the next few weeks, Coco invited me to a few more tournaments, and every time, Ben was there. We’d chat, laugh, and spend more time together, and soon, I found myself looking forward to seeing him more than the actual matches.

One evening after a particularly tough match for Ben, he found me alone in the players' lounge. Everyone else had gone, leaving just the two of us. I could tell he was frustrated, his forehead was creased, and he had that “I��m still replaying every mistake” look in his eyes.

“Rough day?” I asked softly as he sat beside me, running a hand through his curls.

“Yeah. I just couldn’t get in the zone. Everything felt off,” he muttered, his shoulders slumping.

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just stayed quiet, offering him a soft smile. Eventually, he turned to me, his eyes softening.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” he started, trailing off as he looked down at his hands.

I raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue.

“These past few weeks have been… different. Because of you.” His voice was quieter now, and I felt my heart start to race again, just like the first time we met.

“Oh?” I tried to play it cool, but my voice cracked slightly.

He chuckled at my attempt to stay calm, but then his expression grew serious. “You’ve become someone I really care about, Y/N. I… I don’t know how to explain it, but I’ve never felt this way before.”

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, trying to process his words.

“I feel the same way,” I whispered, and the smile that spread across his face was enough to light up the entire room.

Before I knew it, Ben had closed the distance between us, gently cupping my face in his hands. Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, and I felt every nerve in my body light up. It was gentle at first, like we were testing the waters, but soon, it deepened, and I felt like I was floating.

When we finally pulled apart, Ben rested his forehead against mine, both of us smiling like idiots.

“I guess Coco was right,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

“About what?”

“That we’re perfect for each other.”

Since that day, everything changed. Coco loved to remind us that she’d basically played matchmaker, claiming full credit for our relationship. And honestly? I wasn’t going to argue with her.

Ben and I were inseparable. From late-night calls when he was on the road, to quiet mornings spent tangled up together on off-days, every moment with him felt like a dream. He was kind, thoughtful, and made me laugh in ways I never thought possible. And when he held me close, it was like the world outside didn’t exist.

One year after we officially got together, we found ourselves at another one of Coco’s tournaments. This time, I was more interested in Ben’s matches than ever before, cheering him on like my life depended on it. And every time he looked up at me from the court, my heart skipped a beat.

During a break, I spotted Coco grinning at us from across the court, raising her eyebrow in that knowing way. She walked over, giving me a tight hug.

“See? I told you I’m good at this matchmaking thing,” she said, winking.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the smile on my face. “Okay, okay. You were right.”

“Of course I was,” she said, flipping her hair dramatically.

I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling grateful for her, and for Ben. If it weren’t for that fateful introduction, I never would’ve met the person who made my world a little brighter every day.

I’ll forever be thankful to Coco for bringing Ben into my life.

[voxina]

Jade Thirlwall was only 14 when she first presented herself for judgement. She put on her best leopard-print headband and bravely sang some of Whitney Houston’s ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go’ in front of the X Factor panel. “You’re a funny little thing, aren’t you,” remarked an amused Simon Cowell, like a cat playing with its food. Louis Walsh then jumped in with: “Unusual!” In response, Thirlwall thanked them with an unwieldy grin. 

For this tiny singer, it would be a case of third time lucky. After being put through to boot camp twice, she auditioned again at the age of 18, now wearing leopard-print trousers. Judge Kelly Rowland told the naturally shy teenager she’d be good in a girl group, an idea that Thirlwall was completely unimpressed with. She was resolute about being a solo artist and an unusual one at that.  

Rowland, of Destiny’s Child fame, had correctly identified herself in Thirlwall. That season of the show, Thirlwall was placed in what would become the second biggest-selling UK girl group of all time, Little Mix. Their accolades could fill an infinite scrolling Wiki page. They were a well-oiled commercial pop machine amassing billions of streams with hits like ‘Black Magic’ and ‘Shout Out to My Ex’ while touring stadiums until they went on hiatus in 2022. “I didn’t see myself as a conventional girl’s girl. I was nerdy and quiet. When they told me I was gonna be put in a girl group, I automatically thought of Pussycat Dolls,” she laughs. “I thought, ‘Oh no, I’m not sexy — and if they’re bitchy, I’ll struggle because I’m not confrontational at all. I shrink at any drama.’ But it turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me for my confidence and understanding of sisterhood.”

Tonight, I’m sharing wine with her at a table in Shoreditch House to discuss the fact that Thirlwall finally has what she wanted: she is the solo pop star she always dreamed of being. “I’m a bit of a dark horse,” the Rolling Stone UK Trailblazer Award winner tells me. “I’ll try anything once. I don’t see myself as a safe person creatively and I am a bit strange. All my life I’ve been told I’m weird.” Her bandmates and friends saw it, her boyfriend, Rizzle Kicks singer Jordan Stephens, saw it, Cowell clocked it after only minutes in her company, and now the rest of the world gets to see it.  

Outwardly, she didn’t seem like the biggest personality in the band, but behind the scenes, Thirlwall had been the creative driving force and business mind. For her solo project, that incisive playfulness is fully on display. From the horror-influenced visuals to the Drag Race inspiration, Thirlwall — whose solo artist name is JADE — is more aligned with Charli XCX than Little Mix. On the addictive lead single, ‘Angel of My Dreams’, she switches between a Y2K sound, hyperpop and a nostalgic girl band chorus gone wonky to tell a story about the dark side of the music industry, a theme that is repeated across her presently untitled debut album. It’s smart and entirely unexpected.  

In person, Thirlwall has the same excitable offbeat energy she had as a 14-year-old in her first audition. She’s like a conspiratorial friend primed for gossip exchange: she directs me to a clip that circulated from a Little Mix interview where fans thought she was on cocaine because she was pulling odd faces. “People don’t believe me even now,” she laughs, pausing to sip on her rosé. There were bad moments and dramas when she was in the group, of course, but she’s prepared for the same to happen in her solo career. “I’m never going to discredit what we achieved. I don’t have anything bad to say about it, so I wouldn’t stir anything up, just to look cool,” she laughs again. 

The group’s young fanbase has matured with its members. Thirlwall doesn’t see it as her responsibility to appease them or tell them what they should and shouldn’t do. “I’m 31 years old, I’m gonna write about stuff I experience, my merchandise will reflect that, you know what I mean?” One such recent merchandise bundle includes sex aids. The other day, while recording with Sugababes, she told them what’s included in the package and had to explain to Keisha Buchanan what a butt plug is, much to her amusement. This is an older and wiser Jade Thirlwall having even more fun.

Thirlwall grew up in a household of eclectic tastes in South Shields, a seaside town near Newcastle. Her mother was a Motown fan who looked like Diana Ross, while her dad listened to 80s power ballads and VH1 classics. Her big brother — who she aspired to be like as every younger sibling does — was deeply into the happy hardcore-clubland classics era of the 90s and 00s. It was a happy childhood, in part due to the fact that there’s a strong Yemeni community in South Shields (Thirlwall is half Arab: one-quarter Yemeni, one-quarter Egyptian). “I have a lot of memories of my grandad cooking curries or waiting for him outside the mosque,” she remembers. “I listened to his prayer and Arabic music, too.” It wasn’t until she went to a Catholic secondary school, where she felt alienated, that she began to struggle with racist remarks and her feelings of anxiety. She was bullied by other girls, hence her initial reservations about being in a girl band. 

While she was in Little Mix, she didn’t understand that she could have spoken out more about her race. “I’d only ever seen negative stereotypes of Arab people in the press, so I was scared to promote my heritage,” she says. “I feel sad for my younger self that I could’ve been the representation I needed back then. I try to make up for that now.” Thirlwall has been outspoken about issues close to her heart. Whether it was attending Black Lives Matter protests and pro-Palestine rallies or becoming an LGBTQ+ rights ambassador for the UK charity Stonewall, she stands out among many of her peers for her political verve. 

Each of the girls knew a year ahead that Little Mix were disbanding, so they individually spent that period preparing in the studio. “It took me a long time to figure out how to not write a Little Mix song because that’s all I’d done for a decade,” admits Thirlwall. Panicked about the idea of having so much stillness after the group, she made an abundance of music in a bid to find her sound as soon as possible. This became an advantage: so sure of what she wanted to do, Thirlwall was able to approach potential labels with a fully formed vision. After signing with RCA of Sony, they assured her she could take her time to release her solo music, which came as a surprise: in the pop world, two and a half years is a long time to disappear. “In hindsight, I was freaking out about existing without the group and thought I had to jump on the hype of us just disbanding. If I’d released then, I would’ve been anxious and have put so much pressure on myself to be as big as [Little Mix] was.”

[...]

If Thirlwall was in charge of the music industry, it’d look different. Sure, it’s improving for artists because social media means “you can’t get away with as much bad shit”, but there’s some way to go. When I ask her how she’d change it, she sits up in a businesslike manner and adopts an Elle Woods from Legally Blonde tone. Before she’ll answer that, she’ll take me back to the nagging feeling she had that something wasn’t right with Little Mix. The four girls were presented with different contracts and told who their team was, and she didn’t feel she had a choice. 

To all intents and purposes, Thirlwall and her fellow Little Mix band members were child stars. She agrees with this assessment. “I almost think you shouldn’t be allowed to be a star until you’re 18. I’m so glad I was turned away and didn’t get put in Little Mix until I was 18 — and even then, I feel like that was too young,” she says. 

Previous X Factor winner and South Shields born-and-bred Joe McElderry had warned Thirlwall of his negative experiences in the industry. “I remember him saying make sure your mum’s there when you’re doing all these important signings. But I was too young to understand what he meant, and I made the same mistakes as him.”  

It wasn’t until halfway into their career that the young women looked around and wondered who that person in the room being paid to be there was or why their peers and friends were making more money than them. Thirlwall and bandmate Leigh-Anne Pinnock helped to write the Little Mix music but weren’t signed into a publishing deal until 2019. Unfortunately, it was a “really shit deal” that they were stuck in but at least she was finally recognised as a songwriter, financially speaking. (For her solo career, she has not signed a publishing deal because she now finds it hard to trust the entire framework.)  

If she were queen of the industry, her first decree would be to introduce a comprehensive course that artists take as soon as they’re signed by a label (if not sooner), that teaches them what a label deal is, how royalties work and how they make their money. That would prevent the type of situation that Little Mix got into when they were first signed. “When you come from a working-class background, you get your advance and think you’ve made it, but you have to recoup everything back. You’re getting all these lavish cars and making them wait for ages, but you’re footing that bill eventually,” she laughs drily. She would also introduce the sort of mental health care she’s managed to negotiate as a solo artist with her new label: a substantial pot of money that she can use if she needs therapy. 

The topic of mental health brings the conversation round to Liam Payne, the One Direction member who tragically died in an accident while under the influence of drugs in October. He was Thirlwall’s peer — the only X Factor pop group to outperform Little Mix by any metric was One Direction, with the two groups frequently spoken about in the same breath — and was once her friend. They both had their first auditions during the same series, aged 14. The pair returned a second time: Liam went through to the finals and was placed into One Direction while Thirlwall was sent home. Payne was encouraging of Thirlwall and told her she had to keep trying X Factor. She was then put in a group on a later series. They fell out of touch over the years, but she was naturally upset to hear of the news for both him and for his family — their mothers are still friends.   

“When the news broke out, it did shake me up because we’d started the same, but we’d ended up on very different paths. We both wanted to make it so much and sometimes that is a blessing and a curse to get what you’ve dreamed of. It’s unbelievably tragic,” she says of Payne’s death.  

Just hours after it was reported that Payne had died, Thirlwall was due to start a heavy day of promo for her single ‘Fantasy’. She cancelled it as she didn’t feel like she was the right person to be fielding questions about his passing so soon after it happened. After all, she hadn’t been close to Payne over the past several years. “All I can speak of is who I knew he was when we were kids, and he was someone that wanted to make his family proud,” she reflects. “He wanted to be a singer more than anyone I knew.”

[Full article here]

[kaytheday]

Steve Randle and Evie Head Canon's

I just have a lot of thoughts about Steve and Evie. Particularly Steve as a boyfriend and what kind of girl Evie is. I might do a future post on what I think Evie would be like, but for now it's just them together.

Story HC's: 

They met in kindergarten. When they were playing kiss tag, Steve kissed her on the cheek and she punched him in the face. 

They kept fighting each other. He would pull her pig tails and she would kick him in the shins. 

From all this bickering, they learned that they lived near each other in the same block. 

They first kissed in 6th grade. Behind the dumpster of the Jr. High school, they kissed. Not really knowing how, but a quick few pecks and some red cheeks and they ran away. 

They hung out a lot because they lived near each other, but they dated other people for a while. 

In their sophomore year they began to fall in love for real. 

The summer before sophomore year. At a greaser party, Evie was wearing something a little more showy while chatting with her friends. Steve showed up with Soda and was absolutely enamored by her. Like jaw down to the floor, this boy could not play it cool.

But apparently, he played it cool enough because by the end of that party they were making out on a park bench near Steve’s house. They ended up staying the night at Evie's house. 

Her mom was at a boyfriend's house and Steve’s dad had always been a jerk. 

They’ve been dating since sophomore year. 

General HC's:

Think of the most disgustingly touchy couple you know. Multiply it by twenty and you have Steve and Evie. 

They literally cannot keep their hands off of each other. 

Steve and Evie will ditch Soda on double dates to go make out or do naughty things in the bathroom. 

Evie likes to hang out at the DX. She’ll sit on the counter sucking on a lollipop while Steve makes inappropriate jokes about her sucking something else. 

Steve tries to impress Evie with his skills with cars. She likes watching him flip a hood and ramble on about car nonsense. 

She is also his biggest fan at the drag races. Cheering like a mad woman while Steve beats everyone. 

 They both like to drive with Steve’s hand on her thigh while she sits in the passenger seat smoking.

There have been times where Steve is a hazard to others on the road because he can’t keep his eyes off of Evie. 

Don’t even get me started on Soda as the third wheel! 

“Oh look it’s ’ol Evie and Stevie!” All the time while they were in school together.

“Good night kids, use protection!” 

Two-Bits not much better. 

“Yeah, lace up! Don’t you two be making me an uncle now!”

Kathy and Evie are pretty good friends too. They would double date with both of them but Steve can’t stand Two-Bits antics most of the time. 

Oftentimes they hang out at her house. Mostly because her mom is never there or drunk out of her mind and Steve’s dad kicks him out once a week.

Sometimes they sit on the floor of her room while a soft record is playing. Steve plays with her soft hair while she reads a magazine. 

Steve likes hair. Though he’ll never admit it to any of the guys. He especially likes Evie’s silky black waves. 

I’ll probably think of some future head canons too.  I’ll link them here when I do! 

[thefallenangelsgang]

Fuck it, I'm throwing my hat on the ring about the Emil announcing Nate from Fallout 4 is the bystander Soldier in the Fallout 1 opener.

First and foremost, it was a stupid thing to say. As he backtracks to later, the conceit of Fallout's protags is they are supposed to be anyone (and that issue is precisely why some people hate the extensive prewar character background given to you in Fallout 4). For the lead writer to pull a JK Rowling (why would you do that? None of those went over well) is such a major marketing misstep that it wouldn't surprise me if Emil gets reprimanded for it before we even get into the implication of what he said.

Emil your voice is as good as God when it comes to the canon. You can't just say shit like that and expect it to go well. Especially considering the implications.

Speaking of the implications, I'm not mad about Nate being a war criminal. It's a coloring I actually would welcome if the games discussed concepts like Capitalism, Racism, and War in any meaningful way anymore. And if Emil also didn't say this.

Fallout's canon is rooted in reality. That is part of its whole thing. It's fun to do goofy shit like becoming the Silver Shroud and having a make believe superhero fight with the Mechanist or write a woman obsessed with Nuka Cola so much she traverses two games to basically kidnap the CEO's cryogenically preserved head so she can talk to him for all eternity, but the setting is very much rooted in reality.

You aren't dealing with fictional countries, you aren't dealing with fictional races, you aren't dealing with fictional hypotheticals. That is The Elder Scrolls job. You are dealing with actual countries, actual racism, actual history, and actual fucking politics. You have to be mindful of what you are doing and saying. You can't just do things because it's an interesting plot device without first thinking about the implications.

Fallout's world is a heightened version of our own, a path we seem to stumble towards with ever passing year unless we do something about it. It fucking sucks. I'm sure writing it feels like prophesizing the future and eats your soul a bit. It would mine. But that doesn't mean Fallout can just take a sharp left in terms of story and reality and get away with it.

To have Nate be the bystander Soldier and then meet him when he has a very good thing going for him (an expensive house during an inflation crisis, a robot butler, he gets into a vault for free for fucks sake) very much speaks to life rewarding him for his crimes. There is no hatred in his words when he looks at the flag of the country that made him kill innocents. His speech is speaks of remorse for leaving his family and the cycle of war, it does not speak of the horrors. Of watching you comrades bleed out in the Anchorage snow. Of the scream of shells overhead. Of the fear in civilians eyes as your buddy puts a bullet between them.

You all have to see how it looks like the man is fine with what he had to do during the war, right?

Not interacting with these concepts enough paints a picture of apathy and acceptance. In this day and age where being keeping the government honest and responsible for their actions is so important, that isn't going to slide without it being EXTREMELY purposeful, which it is not. It's tone deaf and lazy.

I respect a lot of what Emil has done in the past, but I am not above keeping him culpable when he has something so delicate in his hands. I hope this situation is what he needed to get his head on straight, or is the light bulb moment where he realizes he needs to pass the torch onwards. There is no shame in subject matter becoming too much as time goes on. There is shame in letting a previously critical series become the very thing it was criticizing.

He is going to keep getting dragged until he realizes that or he manages to convince the fans to be complicit in the degradation of setting. In doing so he is going to lose Bethesda most of its biggest fans who well and truly love the series and what it stands for.

But that's just my take, and I'm just a kid who studies polisci and history and can't shield myself from the inherent horror of nuclear war no matter how much I try.

War really never changes

[turn3tifosi]

Requessssst

In the middle of the race weekend arvid gets a call from his gf and starts to worry cos she normally doesn't want to distract him but it turned out she just really missed him or wanted his opinion on smth

emergency phone calls

arvid lindblad x gf!reader

masterlist

Arvid is deep into a debriefing session when he glances at his phone and notices your missed call. His heart leaps. It’s unusual for you to call him during a race weekend. He immediately feels a surge of worry, wondering if something might be wrong. Trying to maintain composure, he decides to call you back as soon as he finds a moment alone.

However, as he reaches for his phone, one of his teammates bursts into the room. “Arvid, we need to check the car setup immediately. The tire pressure adjustments are off.”

Groaning inwardly, Arvid slips his phone back into his pocket, his anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. “Alright, I’m coming,” he says, following his teammate out of the room, his mind still fixated on your call.

Hours tick by, each one feeling like an eternity. Every time Arvid finally manages to grab his phone, someone else swoops in with another pressing task. Whether it’s a media interview, a press briefing, or a quick strategy meeting, there’s always something pulling him away. The frustration of not being able to call you back grows, interspersed with fleeting moments of dread about what might be happening.

In the middle of a media session, he sneaks a glance at his phone during a brief lull. With trembling fingers, he starts dialing your number, only to be interrupted by a flurry of questions from a journalist about his performance. He forces a smile and tries to focus on the questions, all the while his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Later, while he’s heading to a quick strategy meeting, he sees your name flash on his screen once more. He quickly presses the call button, but as soon as he’s about to speak, another team member approaches him with a clipboard. “Arvid, we need to review the race data for tomorrow’s session.”

With a resigned sigh, he puts his phone away and nods to his colleague, all the while desperately wishing for a break.

As the day drags on, his frustration turns to worry. He feels like he’s on the brink of a meltdown, constantly juggling his racing duties and his growing concern for you. Every time he tries to reach out, something else comes up, amplifying his anxiety.

Finally, after what feels like an endless day of racing, interviews, and press events, Arvid collapses onto the bed in his hotel room. Exhausted and relieved to finally have a moment of peace, he pulls out his phone with a sigh. He dials your number, his heart pounding with a mix of worry and hope.

When you pick up, his voice is tinged with urgency. “Hey, it’s me. Are you alright? Is everything okay? Do you want to break up or something?”

Your laugh is a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “No, Arvid. I’m fine. I just needed your opinion on something.”

He exhales deeply, his tension easing but his curiosity piqued. “What’s going on then? I was really worried when I saw your call.”

You chuckle softly. “I just needed to know if I should wear the green dress or the blue one for my friend’s party tomorrow.”

Arvid’s face lights up with a wide, goofy grin. He’s always been your biggest fan, and the thought of you asking for his opinion on something as simple as a dress choice brings him immense joy. “You look gorgeous in anything, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, even though he can’t see it. “Cut the bullshit. Blue or green?”

He swallows, a playful glint in his eye as he makes his best guess. “Uh… blue?”

There’s a brief pause before you respond, “That’s what I was thinking too.”

Arvid’s smile widens uncontrollably. “I’m glad I got it right.”

“Of course you did,” you tease, your voice warm and affectionate. “Thanks for always making my decisions easier.”

He chuckles, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him. “Anything for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner. It was a pretty hectic day.”

“It’s okay,” you reply softly. “I understand. Just glad to hear your voice.”

As the conversation drifts into light-hearted banter, Arvid regales you with stories from his chaotic day. You share updates from your end, and the connection between you two is evident. Despite the chaos of his race weekend, Arvid feels grounded and content, knowing that you’re there for him.

As he ends the call, he looks at his phone with a grateful smile. The whirlwind of racing seems a little less intense, and the promise of a peaceful evening with you on the other end of the line makes everything worthwhile.