#that double overtake was beautiful

[fulltimecatwitch]

SEE WHAT CHECO CAN DO WHEN THE CAR IS WORKING SOMEWHAT DECENTLY FOR HIM ?!?!

[priniya]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 GORGEOUS! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary. the youngest leclerc was known to be an outgoing, extroverted menace, but suddenly when she meets the new mclaren driver, she does something she never does — gets embarrassing.

notes. a fair warning for the google translated french.im sorry if it sucks ����😭 its my first time doing something like this and i really hope u like it :3 ALSO??? OSCAR WIN IN BAKU WAS SO BEAUTIFUL THE OVERTAKE?? THE DEFENDING?? a great day for piastrination!!!!! (can you tell i totally dig x leclerc!reader??) send requests for more smaus pls :)

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yourusername spreading the rbr agenda on the streets of kyoto, because your girl finally graduated journalism and engineering with honours!

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arthur_leclerc charles just saw the jacket and had an aneurysm LMAO

user1 someone check on leclerc pls

charles_leclerc cant believe my OWN baby sister wears that in public

yourusername ill take it off once ferrari releases their own energy drink 👍

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous as usual ❤️

yourusername please dump my brother and date me instead

yourusername please i beg you

yourusername JUST ONE CHANCE 😭😭😣😣😣😭😭

user2 yn is one of us

maxverstappen1 looking good in blue! 💙

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yourbff girl land that job or you gon go broke soon with that red bull addiction 👎👎👎

user3 atp yn is sponsoring the team 😭

yourbff you bet she is, girl

user4 double major in such different things pop off queen

user5 need to see her in paddock cos i know the girl is bout to argue with ferrari engineers

yourusername bin*tto left ferrari cos he knew i would drag him down 😁😁😁

user6 love how we had to go thru the 2023 drought without the baby leclerc and now shes baaaack

user7 fr i missed the times when ferrari wasnt the only thing making charles miserable

user7 congratulations on graduating queen!!!! cant wait for the new vid or to see u at one of the races 🥺

user8 im sorry im really new to f1 stuff who is she and why are the drivers here? 😭

user9 this is charlies sister yn!! but she has her youtube channel where she used to post a lot of diff stuff! shes been living in japan for the past four years of her undergrad degrees but due to the workload she had a hiatus for a year 💔💔 u should check out her channel its so cool

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arthur_leclerc good day in monaco today, changing professions to a photographer rn, what u think of that?

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user10 arthur you had one job to bring your sister to paddock…

user11 its just friday girl calm down

yourusername please restrain yourself from posting pictures of that ugly face you see in the mirror

yourusername …WHO IS IN THE SECOND SLIDE

yourusername ARTHUR ANSWER ME

yourusername my ovaries are quacking rn ARTHUR ANSWER ME

user12 not yn simping over oscar AND calling arthur ugly 😭😭😭

user13 shes so me tbh

charles_leclerc such a handsome man on the third slide 🔥🔥🔥

olliebearman why is yn tweaking like that 😭

yourusername cos he’s so pretty

oscarpiastri you were supposed to send me the picture not POST IT

user14 this is the guy yourusername 🔥‼️‼️

yourusername omg hes SO gorgeous

oscarpiastri thank you…?

arthur_leclerc yourusername please stop embarrassing the family name

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yourusername a quick pit stop in paris before the monaco course is broken!!!!!! (source: trust me bro 🙂‍↕️) drinking for my pookie dookiest brother to secure that pole and p1 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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yourusername dont let the caption fool you, i am NOT stopping drinking vodka red bull to make sure rbr doesn’t lose their biggest sponsor (me)

maxverstappen1 ty for your service 🫡🫡

yourusername no prob pookie, lecfosi by association but a red bull girlie at heart 😌😌

yourusername big thanks to the autocorrect ❤️❤️❤️ youre the real one babe 🔥🔥🔥

user15 wait till she realises oscar is in the likes…

user16 ohh the girl is gonna be so messy 😭😭😭

user16 im all for it tho 🔥

lilymhe WHAT A GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL

alexandrasaintmleux face card is never denied!

user17 oscar in the likes 🥹🥹

yourusername WHO IS IN THE LIKES??????

yourusername NOO OH MY GOD HES HERE

yourusername HI YOURE SUPER CUTE oscarpiastri

user18 SHE TAGGED HIM LOL

user19 she really want that dick…

yourusername i just think hes cute that is NOT a crime

oscarpiastri i think you’re really cute too :)

yourusername HXJSKSJJDBDJSJS

yourusername sorry a red bull ran across my screen 😭

arthur_leclerc yourbff please tell her she’s not as slick as she thinks she is

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user20 what do you expect 😭😭 she probably partied all night before getting to monaco

user21 LMAOO RIGHT??? but if you watched her vids you know that the girl LOVES an opportunity for a party

user22 yn stronger than me because i’d kiss him on the spot

user23 alr weirdo… they JUST met

user24 he is probably weirded out like imagine meeting a girl who SIMPS over you in the insta comments… she needs to chill

user25 he won’t pick you 👎👎

user26 gtfo if he was weirded out he wouldnt be in the likes of her post or sayin he thinks shes cute lol

user27 the real gentleman out there 🥹🥹

user28 i need them together asap

user29 super delulu but i totally dig the golden retriever gf x polite black cat bf

user30 OMGGG I TOTALLY SEE THE VISION

user31 pls they just met and he was just being polite 👎 stop trying to get into their lives

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yourusername HE DID IT!!!! I TOLD YALL THAT HE WOULD DO IT!!! MY BROTHER WINS IN MONACO. DONT HIT US UP FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO!!! ITS CELEBRATION TIME!!!! aussi, charlie, il n'y a pas beaucoup de mots capables d'exprimer à quel point je suis fier de toi. vous l'avez fait et personne ne peut vous l'enlever.

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priniya translation! also, charlie — there isn’t an amount of words able to express how proud i am of you. you did it and no one can take it away from you.

user32 girlie might tell everyone she’s a red bull girl, but like the king sebastian once said, everyone is a ferrari fan even when they say they’re not or something like that 🔥🔥🔥

user33 CONGRATULATIONS CHARLES!!! FINALLY WON!!!

carlossainz55 ay cropped my ‘carlos p3’ out 😖😖

yourusername this is a celebration post for my pookiest brother you are IRRELEVANT rn

carlossainz55 that was harsh

yourusername win YOUR home race and i’ll post one 4 u 👍👍

charles_leclerc je t’aime mon lutin ❤️

yourusername je t’aime mon coco 🫶🫶🫶

oscarpiastri congratulations to the man of the day, such an honour to stand next to you on the podium xx

arthur_leclerc man you gotta stop commenting on her posts, she’s going insane rn

oscarpiastri i’m sorry…?

yourusername NO DONT BE SORRY DONT LISTEN TO HIM IM COMPLETELY SANE

yourusername oscarpiastri please keep interacting with me i’m gonna die if you listen to arthur

oscarpiastri i guess i gotta text you now and then to make sure you don’t die

yourusername please do that

user34 do they know we can see that??

user35 idc im eating this up

user36 oscaryn truthers rise and shine

user37 atp i cant tell if hes interested or if hes doing that for his own entertainment

user38 probably both

user39 i LOVE how a celebration post for charles turned into an opportunity to flirt with oscar 😭😭

user40 she is NOT stronger than me because if i had a chance i’d took it

user41 setting her priorities straight

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oscarpiastri a quick but very much needed pit stop before zandvoort

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user42 someone check on yn ASAP

user43 yn one of us once again because we couldn’t bag oscar either 😭

user44 can yall stop talking abt that girl FOR ONCE no one gaf

landonorris looking good mate

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yourusername pls tell me you found more of these beautiful seashells and brought some back for me

oscarpiastri we did actually! y immediately thought abt you and picked the pretty ones

yourusername GOD. i love her give her a big hug from me

oscarpiastri will do maam 🫡🫡

user45 so it’s not yn in the pics?? NOOOOO

user46 my life is ruined rn

user47 throwing oscaryn into a memory box because oscar and his gf looks really cute together

charles_leclerc hope you had a great summer mate

oscarpiastri the best 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user48 what if they r just trolling us because this caption looks really similar to the one yn posted before monaco???

user49 OMGGG YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user50 hopefully on the way to the psych ward because this is some delulu shit

user51 soft launch over the summer 🥹🥹 hes so cute

user52 whoever his girl is, i just hope they’re happy and yall should too!

yourusername also plsplspls can y send me the id to the top?? it looks so cute from the back

user53 girl he wont choose you stop trying so hard 😭😭

user54 they can be friends ? lol

user55 does someone knows who the girl is???? i need to know its not yn 😭😭

user56 georgerussell63 tell us what you know 🫵🫵

georgerussell63 🤐🤐🤐

alex_albon he’s actually crying and gritting his teeth because he’d LOVE to tell

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gossipracegirl a rumour has it that a driver for formula one with a number eighty one was seen getting cozy with one of his on-track rival’s little sister, while in a relationship. was it a drunken mistake or was it all planned?

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user58 something is really wrong with leclercs one is a homie hopper and second is a homewrecker LOL

user59 shouldve happened in monaco so the people could get detained for invading their priacy like wtf WHO CARES

user60 all she do is bring bad pr to oscar BOO👎👎👎

user61 nooo oscar pookie you were supposed to be free from drama 😭😭

user62 gr63 in the likes LMAOO

user63 not yn being a homewrecker girl i liked u sm 😭😭

user64 yall acting like she’s in the wrong ? it gotta be consensual if they looked that chill n happy

user65 no wonder why yn has been streaming olivia rodrigo RELIGIOUSLY

user66 isnt that some type of incest atp?

user67 LMAOO imagine making out with your brother’s adopted son

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yourusername YALL THOUGHT. it was me all along :P i was giggling n kicking my feet pretending i know osco’s gf while it was ME. summer break vlog with osco coming up sooner than u think so please stop calling me a homewrecker 😖😖😖

also, girls don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, being yourself is what gets you an amazing guy even if your brother thinks youre embarrassing <3

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georgerussell63 ty for not SLACKING OFF anymore i barely could hold it inside 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

yourusername you told HALF the grid be for real brother you DID NOT hold it inside

fransisca.gomes no way oscar bagged you before i could 😭😭😭😭

yourusername i’m always gonna be yours kiks no one could take you away from me <3

francisca.gomes <3

pierregasly really thought getting u a bf would mean you leave MY girl alone

yourusername thinking is not your best thing, stick to racing

user68 shit user48 YOU WERE RIGHT

user48 NEVER DOUBT ME BITCHES

user69 this text?? oh he is down bad for you girl

user70 i need all of those bitches who called yn a homewrecker to APOLOGISE like rn

oscarpiastri thank you for letting me be a part of your life like this

user71 i know the girl is GIGGLING rn

yourusername thank YOU for making a part of YOUR life

user72 get yourself a man who THANKS you for being with you

user73 oscar piastri is the MAN

user74 osco 🥹🥹

user75 theyre the cutest your honour

arthur_leclerc cant believe you two are actually together

arthur_leclerc what is WRONG with you oscarpiastri

user76 SO OPPOSITES DOES ATTRACT

charles_leclerc i feel like i should tear those adoption papers apart no?

user77 nicole and pascale in the likes omg the moms r proud 🥹

hattiepiastri i miss youuuu come back to aus soon

yourusername I MISS YOU TOO 😭😭 i’ll be back soon!!

lorenzotl ❤️❤️❤️

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lilymhe double date when?

yourusername mark your calendar, we’ll be there 🫶

user78 does it mean we lose our favorite rbr girlie? 😭😭😭😖😖

user79 mclaren YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM US 🫵

yourusername i am NOT wearing that ugly orange for a MAN (even if hes super gorgeous and sweet)

mclaren ☹️☹️☹️

landonorris it’s papaya

yourusername “it’s papaya” ☝️🤓

landonorris oscarpiastri please break up with her or you’re gonna be paying for my therapy

oscarpiastri send the bill mate, i’m in for the longest ride possible here

[slytherinshua]

ALARM

genre. fluff. warnings. not proofread. pairing. riku x reader. wc. 464. request. requested by anon for #5: "five more minutes please. I don’t wanna leave you.” a/n. look at sleepy riku he's sooo pretty :( most massive brainrot i think that might've singlehandedly made him my top bias wrecker...

Riku had a habit of oversleeping. From the very first day you slept over with him, you figured it out. Waking him up was easy, and there were many ways to do it. If you so much as kissed his forehead, like the sleeping beauty he was, he would open his eyes. But he just loved to fall back asleep, which is where the problem came in.

His alarm had gone off almost 4 times already now, and each time he woke up to snooze it, he would soon fall back asleep after mumbling something about how warm the blankets were or how tired he was. By the time the alarm went off the 4th time, you turned it off instead, deciding to take matters into your hands. If he kept this up, Riku was sure to be late to practice.

You knew he was awake, you could feel him nuzzle his head against the crook of your neck, almost as if he knew you would force him to get up and didn’t want you to. He could never say no to you; it was embarrassing how quickly he could fold. He was such a simp. Some days he took it with pride, other days he felt as if it was unfair just how down bad he was. If he wasn’t so in love with you, it would be much easier to get his way.

“Riku, baby.” You started in a soft voice, immediately earning a whine from your boyfriend who only tightened his grip on you.

“Five more minutes, please. I don’t wanna leave you.” He pleaded, his groggy voice muffled by the blankets and pillows.

“You have practice today. It’s already 7.” You nudged him, trying to find a way to get his body off of yours. But he was much stronger than you, and had at least double the determination you did in staying right where he was.

“Just five minutes, I promise.” He mumbled, already on the edge of sleep again. You had to admit he did look so comfortable snuggled so closely to you. And he was warm, and smelled really nice, and…

“Fine, just five more minutes.” You surrendered, your hand finding his back as you started to stroke it. After all, he had been working so hard lately. He deserved a little more sleep since he wanted it so bad. Plus, how could you ever say no to your boyfriend?

Riku sighed in content, pleasant goosebumps rising on his skin as you scratched his back gently. He let sleep overtake him again, mentally preparing to explain to Sion how his alarm just hadn’t worked that morning. Him wanting to stay in bed with you? No, no, that was so unlike him. It was definitely the alarm’s fault.

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[sanguineterrain]

Femjay you say 👀 how about the classic "you're alive?!" confrontation with a sprinkle of pining

sprinkle of pining you say-oh dear! i've dumped the whole bag in! along with a jar of erotic violence! whoopsies...

female!jason todd x afab!reader. violence, angy jay, reader being held down, crying, reunion. remember that girl best friend you had highkey lesbian tension with? yeah.

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It's her eyes you recognize first, oddly enough, through her cracked helmet. You shouldn't recognize her at all, with how everything about her has changed. Even the way she looks at you is different. You've never seen Jay Todd so ferocious.

"You weren't supposed to be here!" she screams.

It's true, you weren't. You stumbled across your dead best friend by accident, found her hissing and vicious with a shattered helmet and a smoking gun. Four dead men surround her.

"Get out."

All you can do is stare. She's alive. She's back. She's yours.

"Jay..."

Okay, you lied. This wasn't an accident. This was fate that you played a hand in. This was what was bound to happen after Jay got too close, let herself get seen. You've had an itch for months, eyes on your back. You're a civilian now, sure, but you loved a bat once.

She pries off her helmet and your breath hitches. God, she's beautiful.

"What is wrong with you? You could've fuckin' gotten shot."

Your legs start moving. Your arms part. You expect the feel of a soft cape between your fingers, black curls to tickle your chin due to a height difference you never let her forget.

Jay drops her gun, grabs your wrists, and knocks the wind out of you in a graceful takedown. You can't even be mad.

"You're alive," you choke out.

When she was Robin, you had a slim chance of physically overtaking her. Now, double in size and muscle, Jay keeps you pushed to the ground with no chance of getting free. Her hands hold you by your wrists, body hovering close so you can't move much.

Her eyes are wild. A mix of blue and green. More green than you remember. Her irises have swallowed her pupils and her curls are knotted and frizzy. You feel inexplicably hunted.

"How dare you?" she spits. "How fuckin' dare you come here?"

"Jay," you say softly, unable to keep your eyes fixed on one part of her. You're afraid to blink and make her disappear.

"I could've shot you," she says. "You could be dead right now."

"You're a good shot."

You mean it as a compliment. Jay only seems to get angrier.

"I have to be. I'm the only one keeping myself alive," she says. You make a weak noise in your throat.

"I should've looked for you," you say.

She scoffs. "Don't say stupid shit. You're smarter than that."

"I should've," you insist. "I should've found you. I felt you."

"Yeah? Feel how I could tear you apart? It comes so easy now, you have no idea. 'M fuckin' soaked with blood."

You stay silent. Jay's eyes flash. She leans in, breath hot on your ear.

"Are you scared?" she asks like she knows the answer.

But she doesn't.

Your legs part further so she can kneel comfortably. You shake your head.

Jay snarls. "You should be. I've killed people. I'll keep killing."

"It's okay," you say. "You're angry. It's okay to be angry. I don't blame you. No one does."

"Stop talking like that!" she yells, tears in her eyes. "Stop talking like we're friends. We aren't friends. You don't know me!"

"But I do," you say, limp beneath her, like a lamb caught in a wolf's bite. "Jay, I do."

"No, you don't," she snaps. Her voice is mocking, brittle. "You know your fancy publishing job in a big shiny office, away from this shithole, and-and fuckin' Paul from Marketing who brings you banana pancakes from the diner."

Your breath comes out in a careful exhale. "You've been keeping tabs on me. How long have you been back?"

Jay's mouth quivers as she bares her teeth. "I took you to that diner. It was mine first."

"It never stopped being yours," you say quietly.

"You—" Jay growls in frustration. Her hands squeeze your wrists. "This isn't how it's s'posed to go. Hate me, hate me. I'm a monster."

"You're not."

"You're fuckin' deluded," she says, eyes glassy with tears. "Fuckin'—sleep so heavy, like I can't slip in and smother you. No one would know. Make tea in your-your robe, don't even pull the curtains shut. I can see you. Anyone can."

"I missed you, Jay," you say, a heart-shaped lump in your throat.

"And so what?" she asks, tears falling down her cheeks. "So fuckin' what if you missed me? You kept living."

You try to pull your hand free, and to your surprise, you do. Jay lets you slip out of her grip. You use your free hand to hold her scarred cheek, wipe her tears with your thumb.

Jay is perfectly still for several moments. Then she wraps two big hands around your ribs, pulls your shoulders forward like nothing, and rests her cheek on your chest. She shakes into your skin, kneeling between your legs.

You hug her head, smell her new-old smell, and let her curls tickle your chin once again.

[dorkydilf-l0ver]

“Pretty little flower~”

Oberyn Martell fic

Word count: 824

A/N: hihihi my lord I have been inactive on this account. My apologies, but I’ve been lacking motivation and ideas… well, until now. So, hope you enjoy :) also, let me know if you would like a part two as the ending is a little suggestive ;}

The party was dull.

You never thought, after accepting an invite to the Head of House Martells party in the Kingdom of Dorne, that you’d be stuck listening to some old crone ramble on about his riches. You feel your eyes begin to droop, yet they snap right open after they make contact with the reason you came to this party in the first place. Standing across the room, gorgeous face lit with expression as he recalls some amusing anecdote to the guests crowed around him, looking as divine as the rumours warned you.

Prince Oberyn Martell.

The Red Viper.

The handsomest man in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

He does a double take as your eyes meet again, and smiles wide, unintentionally showing off his perfect royal teeth. Then he winks, sending a flock of butterflies flying to your stomach. You feel yourself blush ferociously as you smile back, shyly, at the prince.

You declare some stupid excuse to the old man you’re talking to, muttering that you are too warm and need a minute outside. You leave the room and enter a beautiful garden, find a bench and sit down. Exhaling deeply, you need a minute to collect your thoughts. The pretty prince had muddled them up, making you think only about him, his gorgeous face lit up, his dark brown eyes that you could get lost in, and you find yourself imagining what his beautifully toned body would look like under that golden robe that makes him look like a god.

Good lord.

You realise how down bad you are for a man you’ve never even met, only heard about in stories from people glowing with admiration.

“Well, whatever are you doing out here? Sitting in the garden like a little flower while everyone else is at the party?”

You jump, swivel your head to come face to face with the owner of this smooth, attractive, playful, slightly accented voice.

As soon as you make eye contact you leap off the bench in a hurry.

Oberyn Martell. The Prince of Dorne. The Red Viper. Had just caught you sitting by yourself outside a royal party.

This is not the first impression you wanted to make.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. I was just- uhm- I was only- no offence to your brothers party- I just needed some- erm- air.” You stumble pathetically with your words, praying that you aren’t offending the prince with your unwillingness to be present at the royal celebration, your eye contact with him faltering.

He chuckled, smiling at your attempts, and the sound invited back that pesky flock of butterflies back to your stomach.

“Oh my, little flower, are you shy? Is that why you are out here?” He asks, tone not mocking, but playful, like you’re sharing an inside joke as old friends.

“You’re certainly a pretty little flower aren’t you.” The prince moved forward, face now suddenly more serious, inquiring, seeming interested in taking all of you in as his eyes trail from your head to your toes.

Your face glows red at his words, the blush that so easily overtakes you when an attractive person looks in your general direction, made ten times worse as the most attractive man you have ever seen compliments you. “Thank you, sir.” You say. “I must say, you are even more handsome then the rumours let on”

“Rumours?” He asks, eyebrow cocked. “And tell me, what do these rumours say?”

“Only that you are the most handsome man in all of Dorne.” You shrug, gaining confidence as you converse. Oberyn Martell has turned out to be a very easy person to talk to. “However, I believe these rumours are wrong. You have proven to be the most gorgeous person in all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

His eyes widened in surprise and he smirked at your flirting. “Is that so?” He began to move closer, closing the distance between you, the butterflies moving at max speed in your tummy as he placed a hand on your waist. “Well, it appears that the rumours are wrong.” He leans in, lips to your ear as he whispers. “You, little flower, are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen.”

You gasp at his bold statement, giggling slightly in disbelief. He notices your doubt, cupping your face in his hand. “Seriously, it as if the god’s sculptured you in a way that would make you perfect to me…” He breaks off, lost in a thought. “Tell me, how long are you intending on staying at this party?”

“Well, before you came out here, I was planning on requesting a carriage to take me to my lodgings, but now I believe I will be staying a little longer.” You declare, as your eyes involuntarily flit down to his lips.

He notices you staring, smiles, and moves closer, your lips nearly touching, and it takes all your free will to not close the gap. His hands move up your body as he asks:

“Pretty little flower, would you perhaps~ stay the night?”

[wishfuldivine]

THIS BEAUTIFUL DOUBLE OVERTAKE

MAX 4 TIME CHAMPION

I love these two!

Congratulations to Max! And so fucking proud of Checo! From P16 to P10! I'm so happy!

[astorytotellyourfriends]

ask and ye shall receive @cyraclove 😏

tw: body image issues, nsfw under the cut

Even with Eddie's warm body pressed against her back, his arms wrapped around her in a familiar loose hug that normally brings her so much comfort, Chrissy can't bring herself to open her eyes.

The corner of her mouth twitches with a smile when Eddie presses a kiss to her cheek. When he does it again, she has to fight the urge to grin.

"C'mon," he murmurs, half-teasing. "Lemme see those eyes, pretty girl."

Chrissy turns her face before she complies, but Eddie's too quick not to catch her workaround. He takes her chin in hand and clicks his tongue as he slowly guides her to look forward instead of at him.

She squeezes her eyes shut before she can catch her reflection in the mirror, and the next thing she knows, Eddie's other hand is pinching her side.

"Ow!"

"You're not even trying, baby."

Chrissy jabs her elbow backwards, catching Eddie in his ribs. He lets go of her chin and engulfs her in a tight embrace, making it impossible for her to do it again as she bursts into a fit of giggles.

He peppers kisses to her cheek, her neck, along the slope of her shoulder. As her giggles fade into soft breaths, he rests his chin on her shoulder and hums.

"I just want you to see what I see," he whispers.

Chrissy breathes in deep, unable to hold back the little whimper that slips through her teeth. Eddie presses his lips to her shoulder and squeezes her.

"I'll be right here," he says, his lips dragging across her skin, "the whole time. Promise."

"I know."

"Just wanna make you feel good."

Chrissy shivers at that. She knows he's telling the truth; he wouldn't lie to her. This was his idea, sure, but if she really didn't want to do this, he wouldn't push.

She slowly opens her eyes, but instead of looking at the mirror at the foot of the bed, she finds the vibrator laying on the bedspread next to Eddie's thigh. Arousal rolls through her and she bites her bottom lip, steeling herself against the negativity that's lived in her head for so long.

You can do this, she tells herself.

Eddie lifts his head as Chrissy carefully turns her attention to the mirror, holding her breath as though she's about to dive headfirst into the deep end of a pool.

Her eyes find Eddie's in their reflection as she exhales, trembling in his arms. He kisses her cheek before smiling proudly back at her.

"Look at you, baby," he murmurs as he loosens his hold on her. As his arms slink back to rest along her sides, the urge to close her eyes threatens to overtake her.

Chrissy starts to shake, her hands clenching as she resists covering her naked body. Her legs are still pressed together, hiding most of her lower half from the mirror, but her chest is on full display.

"Beautiful," Eddie continues as he shifts behind her, sliding a little further down so they're not sitting as upright as they were a moment ago.

His hands cover hers on her knees, pausing for a moment with an unspoken question hanging in the air. Waiting for her permission.

Chrissy swallows hard, pushing down the voice inside her that's screaming no and choosing to nod instead. He pries her legs apart, spreading them wider and wider until she's fully on display for the both of them.

"Fuck," Eddie groans.

Chrissy whimpers as she closes her eyes, torn between the traitorous throb between her legs and her deep-rooted shame.

"It's okay," he whispers hurriedly, "it's okay, baby, I promise. You're okay. I'm here."

"Eddie..."

His right hand vanishes from her knee and she hears him grab the vibrator, followed by the click of the dial, the low hum. Her curiosity breaks through the barrier of her embarrassment and she opens her eyes just enough to peek down at his hand as he brings the vibrator to rest between her legs.

"Oh my—" Chrissy gasps as the vibrator touches her clit; even the lowest setting is more than enough to double, maybe triple her arousal.

Her hips jerk up into it as her head tips onto Eddie's shoulder, her back arching as she moans.

"Jesus," Eddie pants, "look at you. Please, baby, look at yourself. Look how fuckin' gorgeous you are."

Chrissy whimpers, her eyes still mostly closed as she chances a look at the mirror. Her skin is flushed already, a rosy hue working its way down her chest. She lets go of her knees and drops her hands to Eddie's thighs instead, clutching them tightly as she lets out a soft cry.

"Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart? Please?"

'They— they are," she whines.

"More, please, baby. Wanna see 'em."

Swallowing down another whimper, Chrissy complies. The low setting of the vibrator is already becoming a tease; it's good to get her going, but it's not enough.

Without her saying another word, Eddie increases the speed of the vibrator just a little, like he's rewarding her for doing as he asked.

"There's my pretty girl. My best girl."

"Eddie—"

"You're so beautiful, baby," Eddie moans as he rubs the vibrator back and forth over her clit. "Does that feel good?"

"Uh-huh," Chrissy whines, digging her nails into his thighs a little deeper. "S-so good."

"Good," he answers with a rumbling laugh. "Fuck, you look so good. I'm so fuckin' hard just looking at you."

Chrissy shudders as she laughs. She can feel his cock pressed against her backside; every time her hips twitch and she grinds into his cock, it throbs in return.

"You enjoyin' yourself, baby?"

He doesn't wait for her to answer before turning the vibrator up again, almost purring in her ear when Chrissy moans in response.

"You are, huh? Know you like putting on a show for me, pretty girl. Now you get to see it, too."

Eddie wraps his hand around her left knee, hitching her leg over his to spread her a little wider.

"Oh, God," she moans as he rubs the vibrator against her faster, his quick breaths echoing in her ears like it does when he's fucking her.

"You gonna come for us? Want you to watch your face, baby. You look so fuckin' pretty when you come."

"Eddie..." she sobs, her eyes falling shut against her best efforts to keep them open. Her whole body is throbbing with arousal, the desire to come taking over inch by inch.

"Nuh-uh, eyes open," Eddie says as he grabs her chin again. "I know, I know," he murmurs when she whines. "I know it's hard, baby. Know you wanna come your little heart out."

"C-close... Eddie..."

"I know. Your pussy's ready to go, huh? Look at her, so fuckin' wet and needy. Making a mess all over the bed."

Chrissy's eyes drop down to look at the reflection of between her legs and Eddie's right: she can see the spot on the comforter where she's dripped all over it.

"Gorgeous," Eddie groans, his hand dropping from her chin to her breasts. "So fucking— God, you're perfect. Fuckin' perfect."

Chrissy jerks against him as she comes, her own cries of ecstasy drowning out Eddie's voice in her ear. She has to push the vibrator away when the pleasure pushes her to the point of overstimulation, but Eddie's quick on the uptake.

"Good girl, so fucking good," he murmurs as he kisses every inch of her that he can reach. "Love you, pretty girl. Love you so much."

She lets out a breathless giggle as she turns her head to kiss him properly, bringing her hand up to slide into his hair.

"Love you."

"Did you like it?"

Chrissy hums, still feeling a little shy. "Yeah," she whispers.

"Yeah?" Eddie kisses her, sounding so smug. "Good.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, baby. I'll do that any time you want."

She laughs, her head tipping back and giving Eddie a chance to kiss her throat as he repeats the sentiment over and over until she's shutting him up with another proper kiss.

"Or..." he hums, "we could do something a little different next time."

"Yeah?" Chrissy mimics his hum. "Like what?"

"Like... I lay on my back," Eddie gestures to the foot of the bed, "my head right there, and you ride me."

A shiver runs down Chrissy's spine, bringing a new wave of arousal with it.

"Oh." Eddie smirks. "You like that?"

Chrissy is positive she's blushing like crazy. "Maybe."

Eddie laughs, burying the sound under more kisses. "Show-off."

[onboardsorasora]

https://www.tumblr.com/overtake/746762194848563200/your-post-about-max-liking-daniels-ig-just-opened could u write something based on this?

I have had this ask for so long, sorry bestie- my brain was doing a thing at the time lol. lol thank you @secretdonderwolk for the unintentional prompt

His phone vibrated in his pocket, three times for three messages. He had an idea about who this was, he hoped it was his sister complaining about something. Or even Seb– even though he sat across from him at lunch. Seb could be annoying like that, but that was also because Daniel had been annoying like that first. 

Putting his phone on the table, he saw the screen light up with notification banners from Instagram. There was the broad one about how many thousand likes his post workout selfie had gotten. But then there was the secondary banners about replies and DMs. A familiar user name peaked up at him; 3_MaxV_3. 

Daniel rolled his eyes then flipped his phone on its screen. That kid, because he was a kid, with his scrawny body posing with a sideways cap in one picture, in a couch with dogs in another. But mostly in a race suit at a karting track. That kid had been messaging him for weeks now. He did the same thing repeatedly; Daniel posted a thirst trap photo (he looks damn good and it shows he’s working out) and then Max would be in the replies sending one thing the 💯emoji– three times of course. 

Daniel never responded to him after the first time, which was an accident, but the kid seemed to have taken that interaction as an open door to send Daniel reels of memes he already saw when he scrolled mindlessly through tiktok. He was surprised that a seventeen year old wasn’t on tiktok and was instead using instagram, but that also didn’t matter to Daniel. One less platform for this kid to find him on.

“Your new boyfriend again?” Seb teased with a snort.

“First of all, ew. He’s like still in diapers, mate.”

“I dunno why you let him annoy you so much. He’s harmless, still like in junior formula or whatever.”

“Don’t they call it like formula 3 now or something?”

“Who the fuck knows anymore. They change the names of this shit every year. Come I’m not allowing you make me be late for engineering.” Seb stood from his seat while Daniel cackled.

“I was one time!”

“One time is more than enough I think.”

— - —

Daniel pressed post on the thumbs up selfie. He’d gotten a podium today and wanted to commemorate after a long day. The first notification came quickly after. 💯💯💯 Daniel had become used to the routine by now, he already assumed that the kid had his post notifications on. It was weird but Daniel didn’t think too closely of it.

He did notice a difference this time. His username was different; maxverstappen_33. Daniel clicked into his profile, not something he did but there was a change in the routine and he was curious about why.

Lots of karting pictures met his eyes, pictures on podiums and in the garage. There were a lot more sponsor logos than before and Daniel couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed. He himself knew how difficult it was to even get sponsors to talk to you in karting, much less to invest. 

While he was scrolling through the rest of the profile, careful not to double tap anything of course, another notification banner from maxverstappen_33 popped up. “You are so beautiful Daniel.”

And well… that was new. Normally he’d get a lion or capybara video by now. MaxV had taken to sending him videos of quokkas recently too. Daniel had never given him the impression that these videos were appreciated or cared for– though he had watched a couple of them– so he didn’t understand this step up to shooting his shot.

Daniel closed out of the profile and then the app. He needed to get some sleep.

— - —

They’d told him to record a video for some kid getting his super license soon. That was new, but maybe Seb had been the one welcome in the new drivers in the program. It was quick with well wishes for some kid named Max. 

Daniel had wondered initially if it was MaxV, or rather Max Verstappen. But Vicky had told him nothing more and MaxV was supposed to be going to formula 2 now anyways. No way Red Bull would be making such a stir over a kid.

When he got out of the sim he had a bitchload of notifications. Red Bull had tagged him in something and people were congratulating him. Ace. He went to his DMs to see a new message from Maxverstappen_33;

‘Thank you for the video. It was lovely Daniel.’

Well, shit.

— - —

It happened slower than he thought it would have. But quickly in the grand scheme of things. Daniel stepped out of his motorhome, zipping up his race suit and thanking the handler to his left for his hat. It was shoot day today with the whole team, including the boys from Torro Rosso.

Daniil slotted in beside him and Daniel dapped him up. This would be their second year as teammates and Daniel was excited for the year to come. 2016 felt like the year maybe, to take the championship fight to Mercedes. The car was quick in the sim and Adrian said the wind tunnel tests have been phenomenal. Daniel was ready.

What he wasn’t ready for, was the guy who stepped right in front of him. Blonde hair, electric blue eyes. Familiar as fuck face pulled into a smile. 

“Daniel! It is great to finally meet you after all this time.”

Daniel hadn’t ever considered meeting MaxV in person, the kid that’s been sending him 💯 emoji what felt like weekly for the last maybe two years. If you scrolled through their DM it was very one sided. But here he was, very caught out at the very real and very eager kid waiting for his reply. This would probably be the first time he ever did reply.

“Enchante, Max.” Daniel grinned and glanced over a Daniil when Max’s face flushed with a blush.

He didn’t think about it the rest of the day. Not when Max kept telling jokes and whipping his head around to see his reaction. Not when Max would hold Carlos’ hand and pulling him into close hugs only to turn and look to Daniel’s reaction.

Daniil was having a field day and he knew Seb was going to learn about this somehow.

He didn’t think about it. Because Max was a kid or whatever and it was weird.

Max sought him out fairly regularly after that, bolstered by being in the same company and paddock. Invigorated at the fact that Daniel responded to him every time.

— - —

Daniel heard the news but he hadn’t quite believed it. He knew RedBull did driver swaps, apparently ‘all the time’ but he didn’t think he ever saw it happen mid season like this. 

He walked into the garage to see the host of cameras and mics. The identical RB12 no longer sported Daniil’s number but now had a large 33 plastered over it. The garage was also sporting the new 3|33 decals. Daniel knew that marketing was having a field day.

He stepped off to the meeting rooms to wait for the crowd to clear, fiddling on his phone. He’d never admit it, not even under the pain of a slow as fuck pitstop, that he was interested to see what the hubbub was about. What could possibly be so good about Max that they would do such a public shaming of Daniil.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but he tweeted a bit and posted a new picture to instagram during the time. The notification banner popped up; maxverstappen_33☑️ 💯💯💯

Daniel grinned to himself, still surprised that Max had kept this up. Still apparently had his post notifications on. The door opened. 

“Daniel that picture was lovely.” Max sat in the seat across from him in the conference room. His RedBull polo was a little askew, and he was smiling widely.

Well, shit.

[jethrowest]

the taste is just a memory you hold…

Prompts for @cozycornerkinktober: overstimulation/double penetration. briefly mentioned since this is a drabble, but i wanted to contribute!

Warnings: incubus homelander- need i say more? fun, freaky tendril shit. slight dubcon. happy reading! 18+

—

The days blur together now.

He doesn’t limit his visits anymore. You used to only see him at night.

He’d start off slow, simply studying you while he sat in the chair in the corner of your room. Then he would move to the edge of your bed.

He had quickly grown tired of that, however, and after a few evenings of nothing beyond having his piercing gaze all over and through you, he would trace your skin. Your neck had been first, observing how you reacted to his touch. Once he seemed satisfied, he would slink across your body and envelop you.

Sometimes, if your focus isn’t immediately robbed, you catch sight of fingers bleeding into the darkness. He is mostly concealed, offering glimpses of handsome, ethereal features that glint beneath the moonlight. His eyes shimmer and glow a faint red. You can’t tell what clothes he wears, if any at all.

When he drapes himself over you, attaches himself to you, you feel the weight of a man, but don’t see it.

Inky tendrils disappear inside your stretched center; your open, silently screaming mouth. They make you quiver and shake. Make you clench and cry out.

Your orgasms overtake and consume you, leaving you sore and wrecked. Those very coils disperse and permeate within, leaking from you like your pooling arousal, sliding down your thighs and soaking your sheets.

It becomes so frequent, so haphazard, that you begin to wonder if you leave the house. If you wake up. If you’re currently in a dream.

Hours, minutes, seconds later, you stand in front of your full-length bathroom mirror, staring hard at your reflection. Hoping answers will seep past your pallid complexion.

Instead, something black starts to collect on the floor, spilling from between your legs.

Your knees buckle. You almost fall forward; nearly come from the way it eases inside out, thorough and swollen.

The sensation of something indistinguishable expanding within your most vulnerable, sacred areas and slipping through your cervix until it breaks free is indescribable. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced, and it is equally petrifying as it is delicious.

It’s fucking biblical.

And it doesn’t stop until something you haven’t witnessed in its entirety takes shape.

He flows from you. Stands behind you. Grabs you and pulls you flush to him, pale hand unwavering at your throat.

When you regain balance, you notice that he is now whole to you. Blond hair adorns his crown, irises sparkle blue with a hint of crimson, and rows of teeth are a brilliant, perfect white. Sharp.

Beautiful, elegant robes cascade to the ground, fanning into a velvety scarlet. He smells sweet and warm, like fields of strawberries drenched in sunlight. He smells of the earth and what lies below it.

His slender nose drags along your pulse point. His tongue follows. He inhales greedily.

“How long have you been here?” you ask. Outside. In. It doesn’t matter what you’re referring to. You’re delirious when you question him, as if you’ve already been fucked an unfathomable amount of times, only being held upright by his presence. Your mind is coated with a thick fog.

You notice a small, strange grin lift the corners of your lips. The action feels foreign to you, almost like he’s controlling your mouth.

Your heart dilates, breaks apart and produces two separate beats, thudding in unison. Your cunt flutters, adding a third.

Will time come back to you? Greet you with welcoming arms that tell you it’s always been yours?

He laughs, a low, penetrating sound. “Oh my precious little lamb…” That voice lives in your bones, dense and deep.

“What gave you the silly idea I ever left?”

[tangledinink]

Okay! One last I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? oneshot, and then next week we'll get a new chapter... and this week's piece is about Mikey! :) Read it on ao3 or below the cut.

It had all started with a beautiful shade of ultramarine.

And it wasn’t as if Mikey took issue with the color itself-- it was a lovely shade of blue. That wasn’t the problem. And quite frankly, he didn’t notice it at first, but at some point halfway through his fifth-period class, while his eyes were wandering idly around the room, looking at nothing in particular, just roaming for the sake of roaming while he listened… he had paused, frowned, and back-tracked to do a double-take.

Ultramarine?

That was so odd, because… Usually, Mona was midnight blue. Her life color was a lot darker than this, richer, slightly less saturated, and closer to a shade of navy than… this.

I mean. There was nothing wrong with it. Ultramarine was a good color. It looked good on her…!

But it wasn’t hers.

Mikey had frowned a bit, his brow twitching slightly. He had never seen anyone’s life color change before. Was that a thing?... He supposed he had no way of knowing since it was just this weird little quirk that he enjoyed on his own, so it wasn’t like he could look it up or ask anyone, but… he had never seen this happen before.

Did something happen to her, he wondered? He had worried about this for a bit and endeavored to check in with her later, just in case, but then had let it go. I mean, what was he supposed to do about it?

But then she wasn’t the only one.

He noticed it slowly, but more people’s colors seemed to shift throughout the remainder of the class. Bit by bit, things began to tilt just ever so slightly to either the left or right on the metaphorical color wheel, not wrong but not exactly right, either. By the time he got to his next class, everyone’s colors were just a little bit off, and beginning to blur slightly, kind of fuzzy around the edges, and Mikey was starting to freak out just a tiny bit.

The shimmering, bouncing lights came after that. They teased at the very edges of his vision, tickling at his eyelashes, but never there when he tried to turn around and see them. And the more it happened, the more nervous he became. His stomach flip-flopped, and he resisted the urge to fidget in his seat. Something felt… wrong. He wasn’t very focused for the rest of the class.

It had been just after the final bell of the day, amongst the chaos of the entire school’s excitement of being dismissed, racing through the hallway, when a portion of Mikey’s field of vision gave out from under him. And suddenly, there was this big, fuzzy patch of black on his left side. No matter how many times he blinked and rubbed at his eyes, it wouldn’t go away. It was suddenly like he was halfway blind. And then he for-real started to panic.

He was debating whether he should take out his phone and call one of his family members, like, right now, or if he should try to make his way to the nurse’s office on his own (could he still do that--? School was technically over--) when the pain started.

It was like being hit by a freight train. 

He nearly dropped his books at the impact of it when it truly settled in, the knot in his stomach from before now rising up into full-blown nausea, threatening to overtake him. He came to a very sudden stop in his journey, finding the nearest wall to hang onto and squeezing his eyes shut, fighting back the urge to vomit.

Oh my god.

It hurt so bad. 

The pain was absolutely dazzling, pulsing bright and vicious through his head. It felt like he had some sort of hot, heavy, alien creature attached to one side of his skull, burrowing its way into him, and he could feel its heartbeat. And it was absolutely all-encompassing. He couldn’t even make his feet move-- all he could do was stand there for a second and try to breathe, to swallow repeatedly, and try desperately not to throw up here in the hall.

For a second, he just stood there and he thought, maybe it’ll go away. 

Maybe it’ll get better.

But it was just getting worse.

It was so loud. It was so bright. Every voice and shuffled foot and slam of a locker door was like a drill buzzing straight into his brain, and the fluorescent lights overhead were eating him alive, and he couldn’t move, but he had to-- He had to do something.

He was so, so certain that if he stayed here any longer, he was absolutely going to die.

We gotta do something. Come on. Move. You have to get-- somewhere. Not here. To the nurse’s office. They’ll be able to help, but you have to move. Go on. Move! Move your feet! He begged, and eventually, miraculously, his nerves listened to him.

If anyone noticed him, stopped him, asked if he was okay, he couldn’t hear them, because he was putting every piece of energy that he had into making his body move instead of curling up into a little ball on the floor. A few tears were already beginning to track their way down his face as he trembled, panicked breaths rattling through his chest. He ducked and weaved past other students in his frantic retreat, but he couldn’t see anything properly out of his left side, and he kept bumping into people. And he wished he could stop and apologize and see if they were okay, but he couldn’t. He just-- He had to not be here. He really, really had to not be here. He was on the fifth floor. His goal, the nurse’s office, was on the ground level. 

Oh god. 

This was the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life.

He made it about as far as the stairwell before he couldn’t move anymore.

---

Once he hadn’t been able to make himself go any further, the pain and nausea overwhelming him, he had stopped for a bit, leaning against the cool concrete of the wall and clutching his books tight in his hands as he focused simply on breathing. 

At some point, he had taken out his phone, attempting to text one of his family members to send out an SOS, to tell them that he was fucking dying in the stairwell and that he loved them and that his final wish was for them to give all his artwork to the MOMA, ‘cause they’d be damn lucky to have it, thank you, and everything else to charity, but it was like looking at the goddamn sun. Every time he tried to draft out a message or even just navigate enough to place a phone call (at this point he was tempted to just straight up call 911, which felt pretty dramatic for a headache, but every second that passed the statement ‘I’m dying’ felt a lot less like hyperbole and a lot more like a real, actual possibility,) he was hit with this bright, hot white pain on top of the already thick layer of pain and his head would throb and his stomach would lurch and his knees would buckle, and eventually, after a few attempts and a good deal of frustrated crying, he just gave up.

By the time he had gotten here, the crowd had already thinned out quite a bit, with the main max exodus of the final bell already having tapered off. Only the occasional group of students would come through, and some of them looked at him, but with him crying softly and squinting at his phone in the corner, most people probably figured he was fighting with a friend or going through a breakup or something and seemed to feel it wasn’t any of their business, and they didn’t bother him. 

He was basically alone by the time he accepted his fate of dying here in the stairwell, curling up sadly in a little ball and weeping softly to himself. Now that there were so few kids lingering, and therefore much less competition, anyone who did want to head up or down the stairs would likely take the elevators instead. And Mikey thought belatedly to himself that he should have grabbed someone and told them that his brain was melting when he still had the chance.

But now he was alone, and he supposed that was that. 

And he didn’t know what else to do. Picking up his head hurt, and opening his eyes hurt, and everything hurt, so he just… sat there. His earlier sobbing had died down to just weak little sniffles and hiccups, tears dripping sadly down his face as he tiredly, miserably, manually sucked in each and every inhale and exhale-- just trying to somehow breathe through the pain.

He wasn’t really sure how long he was there. Looking back, he figured it couldn’t have actually been that long. But it felt like eons. Mikey had just about accepted this as his final resting place when the relative quiet of his hiding spot was split by the horrendous screech of the door opening, and Mikey winced--

And then he heard, “Oh, sweet Salomea Skłodowska–Curie, there you are! Mikey, where have you been!?”

And the noise hurt, but he recognized that voice. He picked up his head just enough to stare at Donnie in shock… and then absolutely sobbed in relief at the sight of him.

Donnie blinked in surprise, floundering for a moment before letting the door slide shut behind him, kneeling quickly down by Mikey’s side and examining him with worry.

“Mikey? What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I-- I don’t know!” He hiccuped pitifully, his shoulders shaking as he sniffled. “It’s-- s-something is w-wrong, and, and I don’t know w-what but it hurts and I, I can’t see, and, and I don’t kn-know what’s happening, but everything hurts and I feel like I’m gonna die…!”

“You can’t see?” Donnie repeated, their voice pressing a bit with obvious concern. “You can’t see at all?”

“N-no, it’s, it’s just-- just a little over here,” Mikey sniffled, gesturing slightly to his left. “Like a. A spot, and. E-everything is just… f-fuzzy, and, and my, my head hurts…”

“Mikey, why didn’t you text one of us?”

“I can’t,” he sobbed. “It h-hurts too bad to look, Dee, it’s too bright!”

Donnie narrowed his eyes, frowning slightly.

“And you said your head hurts?”

Mikey nodded weakly, wiping at his eyes.

“Where? Show me.”

“Uhm…” Mikey wobbled for a minute, wincing before he finally kind of wiggled a hand to indicate. “J-just… over here, on this side, all the way u-up… It… It hurts so bad, I…! I d-don’t know what to do…!”

Donnie stayed quiet for a moment, seeming to consider this, before he sighed very softly, patting his brother’s knee decisively. 

“Right. Well. Congratulations, Hamato Michelangelo,” he hummed quietly, his voice all careful and whispered. “I diagnose you with a migraine.”

Mikey kept quiet for a second, processing this, before he sobbed.

“This is a migraine?!” He bit out, his voice absolutely trembling. 

“Yes, well, they are genetic--”

“I-is this what it’s like for you!? This-- this is h-horrible! You-- you have m-migraines every other week!” Mikey wept.

Donnie blinked in surprise, seemingly taken aback by his brother’s outburst before scoffing softly, waving off his concerns. “Experience is all relative,” he muttered. “The point is, you’re not dying, alright? You’ll be fine. It’ll just be… unpleasant for a little while,” he sighed, shrugging his bag off his shoulder and beginning to dig through it. “Did you take anything yet?”

“N-no…”

“Okay. Here,” he produced a small pill bottle from his backpack, cracking it open quickly and shaking out two little pills. “This is the good shit. We should be at approximately the same dose…” He paused to rapidly examine the label, humming softly to himself for just a second before he was seemingly satisfied, holding the drugs out to the other. “I don’t know if it’ll fix it, but it should at least help.”

Mikey sniffled, nodding a tiny bit and agreeably holding out a trembling palm to accept the medication. Donnie grabbed his water bottle from his bag, passing it over, and though Mikey took it, he hiccuped softly, hesitating for a second before he looked up at Donnie with wide eyes.

“Y-you don’t l-like it when, when people drink out of your water b-bottle…”

Donnie rolled his eyes. “As much as I appreciate the concern, Michael, I will disinfect it later. It’s fine. Just take the meds.”

Mikey hiccuped a bit, but he did as he was told anyway, tossing the pills into his mouth and swallowing them down with a generous swig of water. Despite this, this sickly sweet taste kind of burned the back of his mouth for a minute, and he wrinkled up his face at it. Ew… 

“Yeah, I know,” Donnie hummed. “Okay. Uh. Look. Let’s get you to the nurse’s office so you can lay down and wait for these to kick in, and then we can go home.”

Laying down did sound pretty good, Mikey had to admit, and he nodded a tiny bit, his bottom lip still wobbling.

Donnie sort of hesitated for a second, his brows furrowed with concern as he looked Mikey up and down. “Do you think you can walk? Or do you want me to… carry you…?”

Mikey paused for a moment, and then he snorted.

“Carry me?”

“Look, I’m trying to be nice…!”

Mikey kind of laughed weakly, somewhere between a giggle and a sob, wiping at his face.

“Dee, you can’t carry me…! You’re too small!”

Donnie bristled in offense. “Pardon me!? I’m taller than you!”

“Yeah, but you’re smaller than me,” Mikey insisted, just barely managing a teeny little smile, his eyes still closed as his head drooped against the wall. “You’re… little… you weigh, like, five pounds…” 

“Oh, you are so lucky you have a migraine, or we would be having a discussion right now,” Donnie hissed in reply, an absolute scowl painting his face. “I could…”

He hesitated.

“I could call Raph. He could carry you.”

Mikey’s trembling grin widened a teeny, tiny bit. See? He was right. Donnie couldn’t carry him. At least not for that far.

“No. It’s. Uhm. It’s okay. I can walk,” he said, taking a few long breaths, very slowly rising up to his feet. Everything kind of wobbled and swam for a moment, but it backed off after a second as he found his balance again. “Okay. Hang on. Here,” Donnie mumbled, “This will help…”

Mikey watched in shock as his brother pulled his headphones down off his head, reaching over to instead carefully place them over Mikey’s. 

The muffled quiet that fell over the world was, admittedly, absolutely lovely, but he still gaped at the other.

“But-- you need these--” he tried to protest.

“Mikey, I assure you I can make it from here to the nurse’s office without a meltdown. You need them more right now. I will be fine,” Donnie promised, reaching over to adjust the settings on the headphones slightly, tilting Mikey’s head to the side with his hand as he did so, careful fingers nudging at his chin to get him to turn. White noise washed over Mikey like seafoam, lapping at the edges of him, cold and soothing and soft. 

Mikey nearly started sobbing again. Because everything still hurt so bad, but even just this, even just taking away the noise, which there was very little of to begin with, made it so much better. He didn’t think he had ever been in so much pain in his life, and that was still true, but already it was just so much less than it had been five minutes ago.

“Alright. Is that okay?”

Mikey hiccuped softly, nodding a little bit.

“Alright. Let me know if you need a break or anything. And keep your eyes shut. The hall lights are gonna hurt, so just keep close and I’ll make sure you don’t walk into anything. Got it?” Donnie instructed shortly, reaching out to offer his hand to the other. 

Mikey did sob a tiny bit this time, scrubbing at his wet face with his sleeve one last time before he took his big brother’s hand. 

“Th-thanks, Dee.”

“Don’t mention it,” Donnie muttered. “I know how much this sucks. You ready?”

Mikey breathed deep, taking a long inhale, and then letting out an exhale, passing his trust entirely over to his sibling as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Yeah. Ready.”

---

[ Donnie: Have any of you heard from Mikey?

Leo: not since likkeee lunch. he sent me. like. eight tiktoks.

Raph: hes not with you???

Leo: dont you guys have dance r/n?

Donnie: No, I waited at the usual place so we could head over, but he didn’t show up.

Raph: what????

Leo: chill, he prbly got distracted w one of his friends or smth and wasnt looking at the time. U know how he is.

April: ^^^

April: ill try calling too. I havent left yet so i dont mind lookin around rq to see if i can find him anywhere

Donnie: Thank you. I’ll do the same. Please text if you see him.

Raph: if you dont find him ill come back

Leo: i can duck out of rehearsals if you guys need. but hes probably around.

Donnie: He’s definitely still in the school, as per geotracking.

Leo: stop geotracking us

(read)

Donnie: I found him. He’s fine.

Leo: seeee? hes finneeee

April: where was he?

Donnie: The stairwell.

Donnie: And he has a migraine so no one bother him for the rest of the evening, understood? Don’t call him. Don’t text him. Don’t come poking around his room to see if he’s okay. Just leave him alone.

Donnie: Raph.

Donnie: I’m gonna try and see if I can get him to sleep once we get home so he can at least be unconscious for some of this. And if I am successful in this and then any of you dum-dums wake him up, I swear there will be severe consequences.

Donnie: Light and noise should be kept to an absolute minimum until he’s over this. Got it?

April: oof!!! that sucks :( poor mikey. got it!

Raph: 👍

Leo: lol yah ok ✨boss ✨

Leo: thank god raph is older than u coz ud be a fucking nightmare lmao

Donnie: Die. ]

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[ Mikey: omg i missed my phone 🥺

Mikey: migraines SUCK

Mikey: also PSA if anyone ever makes a noise above a gd whisper when D has a migraine ever again i will do unspeakable things because i have seen the error of my ways i s2gggggg

Donnie: THANK YOU.

Leo: eugh boi ]

[sunshinesickies]

A S1 Skye fic for you all! Hope you enjoy. Just so everyone knows I probably wont write anything else for S1 Skye, but I will for S2-7!

Skye x female!reader sickfic, S1 Skye

There For Her

“Ugghhh” Skye woke up with a groan, a massive headache overtaking her senses the second she woke up. She took a deep breath, or well, tried to as the air in her lungs immediately caught, sending her into a painful coughing fit which only made her headache worse.

She let out a tiny whimper as the coughing fit stopped clawing at her throat. Reaching out in bed, she hoped to feel you and your warm body as you slept next to her. But much to her disappointment, you weren’t there.

She sighed. She knew she was sick, though it had gotten bad fast. Last night she went to bed feeling a bit off, and now, well, she felt as though she’d been hit by one of Fitz-Simmons’ ICERS…multiple times, then punched in the face by a Centipede Soldier. Skye hated being sick. The only thing that ever made it bearable was having her girlfriend by her side, yet you weren’t, and she wondered why.

Desire to find you momentarily overcame her awful symptoms and gave her enough motivation to get up and look for where you could possibly be at this god-awful time in the morning. Glancing at the small alarm clock in her bunk, Skye had to do a double take.

She could’ve sworn it was like…2 am, but in reality it was almost noon. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, the brunette took another deep breath—this time aware of her current state—and got up out of bed. Her legs ached as she touched her feet to the floor and she immediately shivered as the warm blankets fell from her body.

She quickly grabbed the closest warm thing she could find, hands clutching a dark grey sweatshirt and the edge of the bed. Throwing it over her head, she noticed the familiar, extra-soft fabric and realized it was one of yours. Brining the sleeve up to her nose, Skye tried to smell you on it, but her attempt proved her to be to congested to do so, the action only making her nose start to run which she then wiped on the tip of the sleeve. With a firm sniff, she set out to find you.

The Bus was only a plane after all, how many places could you actually be?

*A few Hours Earlier*

You sighed as you quickly stopped your beeping phone, careful not to wake your sleeping girlfriend. Squinting at the light of the screen, you saw an urgent message from Coulson, alerting you to meet him in the debriefing room asap with instructions not to tell anyone, including Skye.

Throwing on your favorite dark grey hoodie, you silently slipped out of the room—you were a trained spy after all. Upon entering the debriefing room, you saw May standing with Coulson. “What’s up?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You walked back to your room after the quick meeting where you were told your expert abilities were needed on an urgent, fortunately not dangerous mission but that the need for secrecy was imperative. You were to leave in 15 minutes.

Slipping back into your shared bunk, you saw Skye still sleeping peacefully, the early morning light casting a beautiful glow upon her face. You gazed lovingly at her, wishing you could just curl back up with her, fall back asleep, wake up with her, and spend a rare, lazy morning together. But you had a job. You were an Agent of Shield, and so was she, well, soon hopefully. You both understood the importance of the job and the sacrifices that came with it on a daily basis.

Careful not to wake her, you gently brushed a few strands of hair from Skye’s face, however, you paused as your fingertips grazed her skin. She felt warm. Too warm. Bending down, you placed a feather light kiss to her forehead, frowning when you found it feverish.

You’d kissed her enough to know when she had a fever. Right now it was low, but there nonetheless. Stroking her warm skin lightly, you sighed as you knew what this meant. Skye would wake up and feel sick and crappy, you wouldn’t be there to take care of her, and she wouldn’t know where you were.

You always took care of your girlfriend when she was sick. Always. It had taken her a while to get used to it since she had never had anyone to take care of her in that way before you came along. But now, whenever she was feeling even the slightest bit off, your girlfriend would turn into a, well, a clingy puppy. She needed constant care and got upset whenever you were gone for too long, even if it was for something like making her soup.

But you didn’t mind, you knew what it meant and you loved being the one Skye let her guard down with, being that someone she could be vulnerable with. Plus you never minded the extra cuddles, movie marathons and excuses to lay around all day with your favorite person.

Your heart tugged as you moved away from your girlfriend. You shook your head, you were needed elsewhere, even though this was where you wanted to be more than anywhere.

You had about ten minutes to get ready now. Starting to do so, you stopped as an idea dawned upon you. If you couldn’t be with Skye when she woke up, you would make sure she knew damn well that you were still there for her.

Rushing to the kitchen, you quickly found and filled a S.H.I.E.L.D issued water bottle that kept liquids warm or cold for days. Brining it back to the bunk, you placed it at Skye’s bedside before closing the shades to block out the bright sunlight that would surly bother her if she woke up with a headache. You took off your hoodie, folded it up and placed it on the edge of the bed. Lastly, you found another blanket and draped it across the normal one that was already covering Skye’s body, knowing she was always freezing when she had a fever.

Happy with your actions, you finally got ready and went to meet Coulson and May in the hanger not a moment late with just enough time to inform them Skye was sick before grabbing a parachute and jumping out of the plane, landing stealthily at your mission site.

***

After searching all the obvious places, Skye sat down to take a break. Her body ached too much for her to keep looking for you so she curled up on one of the Bus’s cushy couches, bringing the hood of your sweatshirt over her head and fully prepared to sulk until you found her instead.

Her few minutes of quiet were interrupted when her nose began to itch. Brining her sleeve to her nose, she rubbed it in hopes of quelling the annoyance, but instead she just made it worse. “Nuhh…sHhuhHh!” She muffled a sneeze into the fabric, quickly followed by another two soft sneezes before her nose calmed down.

Skye let out a small whine followed by a harsh sniff. Looking at the time on her watch, she saw it was almost two pm. You never went this long without making sure she knew where you were, well, unless you were on a miss…wait. Skye literally smacked her hand to her face. You were probably on a mission, duh! All she’s have to do was locate your tracker on her computer and then she’d know where you were and if you were safe.

Her head spun as she shot up from the couch, but she ignored the dizzy feeling as she made her way to her small workspace she had set up for herself. However a few minutes later, all she found was that your tracker was deactivated, the last known trace was in your bunk, where she knew you weren’t.

Immediately a wave of worry washed through her—though that might have also been fever chills. Standing up, she quickly found who she knew would know where you are. She found him in the debriefing room.

“Coulson!” She growled the second she entered the room. “Skye! I assume you’re here about…” the older man started but she cut him off with a nasty glare, though it didn’t look nearly as threatening as she wanted due to her current state and the fact that she was literally swaying on her feet.

“My girlfriend? Yeah. Maybe you could tell me why she isn’t here, didn’t leave a note, and why her tracker is off!” She snapped, raising an eyebrow, clearly unhappy with the situation. If she was in less of a fevered daze, she probably would have been able to make sense of everything and be reasonable, but all she knew right now was the she had no idea where you were and she felt like crap.

Coulson let out a small sigh, but was smiling kindly. “I understand how this seems, and I know you’re worried, but…” Skye scoffed, his calm demeanor making her blood boil.

“Yeah I’m worried! I…” she started but he cut her off this time. “…but I assure you that Agent y/l/n is perfectly safe.” He finished but Skye wasn’t ready to let it go.

“How would you know?!” You sent her on a mission without a tracker, or backup or comms, or….” Skye didn’t know for sure but she had a feeling she was right. Coulson moved closer to her shivering form and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Skye, calm down. It’s okay. I know because I was just talking to her a moment ago on comms before someone decided to interrupt us.” He informed gently and Skye immediately froze when she head his words.

“Is she..can I…?” She struggled to find the right words in her feverish, post-frantic state but Coulson knew what she meant.

“Go right ahead.” He said softly, handing her a comm. She took it with a growing blush. “Thank you, Sir. I…I’m sorry.” She added, barely above a whisper and Coulson nodded understandably.

“It’s alright, Skye.” He said before leaving the room so she could talk to you in private. Immediately, she put the comm to her ear. “Yn?”

***

You were waiting for Coulson to get back on comms when you heard the unmistakable sound of Skye’s voice in your ear. She sounded hopeful and desperate.

“Skye? Babe, are you okay?” You spoke into the comm and you could practically hear your girlfriend roll her eyes at you. “Am I okay?! Are you okay?! You weren’t here…and your tracker…and Coulson…and…” Her voice was shaking and she stumbled through her words.

“Skye, Skye, baby slow down. I’m okay, I promise you. I’ll explain everything soon.” You interrupted her frantic rambling and could sense your girlfriend finally calm down now that she heard from yourself that you were alright. You heard her take a slow breath.

“Sorry. I…just panicked. I can’t lose you, y/n. I need you.” She admitted through the comm and you felt yourself smiling softly. “You won’t lose me, Skye. I’m here.” You assured her gently.

“Now, how are you feeling? How’s your fever?” You asked, loving concern in your tone. “Uh wha—how did you…” Skye started but you cut her off with a small chuckle.

“I’m a spy, love.” You reminded her. “Right.” She let out a short laugh. “I feel like shit. When will you be back?” She asked, her voice turning soft and vulnerable like the adorable needy puppy she always resembled when sick.

“Soon, baby. The Bus should be picking me up within 30 minutes.” You said and Skye let out a small whine. “okay” she mumbled, wishing you were already there.

“You know I want nothing more than to be with you right now. I promise we’ll cuddle for the rest of the day as soon as I get back.” You hummed. “Now go back to bed, Skye, please. You need the rest and I’ll come to you the second I get back.” You promised. “I love you” Skye hummed back.

“I love you too, and remember to stay hydrated. I left water near your bed and a few other things for you.” You informed her though you were sure she already found some of them.

Skye let out a happy sigh. “Thank, you boss, will do.” She joked and you smiled to yourself as you stood in the snow in the woods you were currently waiting in. “See you soon baby.” You were glad she had made a joke. If she still had her humor then she wasn’t feeling completely awful, just semi-awful and probably missing you more than anything.

You looked up at the clear blue sky, thinking of your Skye and the way you always swore you could see the stars every time you gazed into her eyes.

***

After taking out the comm, Skye padded back to her bunk, finding the water and drinking what she could before getting back in bed with a small smile on her face as she closed her eyes, knowing the next time she woke, you would be there.

***

Briskly walking through the halls of The Bus, you dropped your mission bag in the supply room before immediately rushing to your bunk to find Skye in almost the exact way you left her—though this time she was wearing your hoodie like you’d hoped. Sitting on the bed next to her, you moved some sweaty locks away from her face. Even in the one motion you could feel a strong heat radiating from her skin. Her fever had grown higher.

You hated that she felt so bad but you were happy now that you could take care of her. Without waking her up, you slipped back out of the room, returning a minute later with a cool, damp compress which you gently dabbed along her forehead, cheeks, and neck.

Skye groaned softly as she shifted closer to your touch, feeling something gloriously cool against her skin. “Hey, baby.” You whispered when you saw her start to wake up. She slowly opened one tired eye. Her vision was blurry but she’d recognize the warmth of your gaze anywhere.

“Y/n?” She slurred, a hand clumsily coming to touch your face, needing to feel that you were actually there. “You’re home” Skye smiled slightly and you nodded. “Yeah. I’m here baby.” You hummed softly, however your heart rate picked up when tears started forming in your girlfriend’s eyes.

“Hey, hey, no. You’re okay Skye. It’s okay, I’m here now. I’m here love.” You immediately scooped her into your arms and held her close as she started crying softly into your shirt which she gripped tight with her hand.

Her nails poked at your skin but you didn’t care. She needed to know that you were there and that you weren’t leaving. You ran your hands through her hair and hummed gentle reassurances in her ear until she finally calmed down and fell asleep, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

[vroomvroomvroommf]

A lot of people are going to be VERY frustrated with Lando and Oscar for different reasons but the boys drove a great race. I have many thoughts (Mostly about the Mclaren boys):

Lando had a great start and Oscar had a BEAUTIFUL overtake. I can’t blame Oscar for trying to win and I can’t blame Lando for being disappointed with p3.

Unfortunate that they both had to go with a 2 stop and that gave Charles the opportunity to grab that win. There are many more races to come and I’m sure many victories.

I LOVE that Mclaren let them race but today should’ve looked a lot different and Mclaren managed to throw away a 1-2 yet again due to strategy and not being able to make difficult decisions. I know Andrea Stella doesn’t want a number 1 driver and in 90% of cases I agree. But in the context of the WDC there should have been a priority to maximize a points finish for Lando AT LEAST for today especially with how far down rb were. Oscar absolutely drove brilliantly but there is a 0% chance of him winning the WDC this year- there is a (while unlikely) chance Lando could win this year and I can’t help but be disappointed that Mclaren have basically thrown that away today just because they want to seem “fair”. I can’t help but feel there may be some double standards in place at Mclaren.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Oooh can we get the waking up one with SPAS too? She's so cute and morning cuddles would be oh so nice with her.

and of course the thoughts about the night before but shhhhh.

I was gonna mention listening to her heartbeat as well but... T-Dolls don't really have those, huh? Somehow I don't know if mechanical whirring is as comforting.

wait actually. it kinda would be. maybe I just find 'signs of life' comforting...

(GFL) SPAS-12, Angelia, Kalina, AN-94, and RPK-16 with their S/O the morning after

NSF-W IMPLICATIONS BELOW THE CUT! obviously

SPAS yawns loudly as she snuggles closer to S/O, her chest acting as a second pillow for their arms.

(SPAS-12) "Hm...what time is it...?"

(S/O) "Hah, morning. It's just eight right now, SPAS."

(SPAS-12) "Mn..."

Her eyes start to close before it suddenly shoots wide open.

(SPAS-12) "AH! W-We can't oversleep, they're finally serving pancakes in the mess hall!"

She sits completely upright, the blanket still hanging off her large chest with ease.

S/O shivers at the sudden cold brushing against their skin before they chuckle, one hand reaching for hers.

(S/O) "At nine, SPAS. You can rest for a little longer. I promise I'll get you double the amount."

SPAS pouts, before cuddling back into S/O, noticing they were respectfully keeping their eyes above neck level.

(SPAS-12) "Alright...You promised, remember!"

With a kiss on their forehead, she can't resist making a small giggle as well.

(S/O) "Yes yes, I know. Besides, it'll give us plenty of time to shower."

(SPAS-12) "But I don't really need to, as much as you do. I see a stain on your neck."

S/O blushed as their hand felt the outline of a hickey.

(S/O) "...S-SPAS, that was from you."

(SPAS-12) "Huh? I didn't-"

Memories from last night came flooding in.

(SPAS-12) "...O-Oh."

Angelia brushes the hair out of S/O's eyes as she gently smiles.

(S/O) "Mn...? Ange?"

(Angelia) "About time. We gotta get up soon."

(S/O) "Hah, easy for you to say. You weren't the one draining me for everything I had-"

(Angelia) "Then we just need to get your endurance up. Think of it as special training."

Angelia gets up, the scars on her body completely visible.

For a brief moment, she gets a bit self conscious about them, her hand covering them up before seeing S/O's arm reach for her prosthetic.

S/O sits up with them, and kisses the top of her metal hand.

(Angelia) "You stupid or something? I can't feel anything with that arm."

(S/O) "Then how about this?"

Angelia blushes when S/O kisses the scar near her chest lovingly, wrapping their arms around her stomach.

(S/O) "You're beautiful, Ange."

(Angelia) "...Only a dumbass would call scars beautiful."

She doesn't look at them as her remaining hand holds S/O's.

Kalina groggily opens her eyes, muttering something as she rubs them, suddenly feeling a warmth next to her.

(Kalina) "What the hell is-"

(S/O) "Hah, morning to you too, Kalina."

(Kalina) "...S/O? What are you doing in my-"

Kalina suddenly notices the lack of clothes on them. And herself.

(Kalina) "...Oh. Right."

Her cheeks quickly heat up as she coughs into her mouth awkwardly, feeling a little more at ease hearing S/O's laugh.

(S/O) "Wow, so flustered. You sure weren't like that last night-"

(Kalina) "H-Hey, don't tease me! I'm just not used to the sight of you next to me as soon as I wake up is all!"

S/O hugged Kalina, which she relaxed into their embrace.

(S/O) "Well, you can get used to it if you want my help."

(Kalina) "Heh, that doesn't sound like the worst idea."

94's eyes flutter open, seeing S/O still asleep.

A soft smile overtakes her lips as she carefully moves closer, hugging them.

(AN-94) "...Is this how you do it?"

(S/O) "It's more like this-"

94's body stiffens when S/O suddenly holds them.

(AN-94) "You were awake?"

(S/O) "For a little bit now. I didn't want to wake you up since you looked so peaceful."

(AN-94) "Thank you for your consideration but-"

She was about to follow up on how she didn't need rest like they did, instead just smiling and resting her head into S/O's neck.

(AN-94) "-...Never mind. You looked peaceful as well."

They both remained there, quiet as they warmed each other up under the blankets with their bare skin touching.

Was...this how romance was supposed to be? There was nothing in her databanks that could even describe how this felt.

16's finger pokes S/O's nose, stirring them awake.

(RPK-16) "Ah, that finally woke you up."

(S/O) "Hm...I thought I felt something touching me repeatedly."

S/O's face quickly became more alert, now becoming aware of what they had said.

(S/O) "A-Ah, I meant you just trying to wake me up!"

(RPK-16) "Strange, shouldn't I be the one saying that after last night?"

She laughs at their reaction, resting on her stomach as she looked at S/O with such curiosity in her eyes.

(RPK-16) "And all your bravado seems to disappear in the morning. Is that a human thing, or is that just you?"

(S/O) "Psh, as if I could ever match your attitude when it comes to these things, 16."

16 just hummed at that, being entertained by how hard they were trying to not stare at her sideboob.

(RPK-16) "What a lovely morning to wake up to, wouldn't you agree?"

[pit-2-podium]

Canadian Race highlights

It is raining.

Charles making moves

Alonso jumping Daniel

The Haas Saga

KMAG passing people and making insane moves, 8 places within like 2 minutes

And he's up to fifth what the actual hell

Hulk is up 8 places to

Kmag just overtook Oscar??

jesus a 8.6 pitstop for kmag

And everything else

and fuck logan went off - he's back in and alright

Lewis vs Alonso slip'n'slide

There was a bit of a tap between checo and pierre

Apparent Danny Ric had a false start or smth

George is fighting off max - doing literally everything he can

Lando is catching up (there's a man in the woods)

Max goes off the track!! he's no longer fighting george he's running from Lando

Lando tried DRS did a little wiggle

AND HE OVERTAKES MAX AND GOT A FASTEST LAP

and then oscar took fastest lap back (he's been setting them like crazy)

George and Lando battle

AND LANDO OVERTOOK

Then Max overtook george after he made a mistake on the chicane

Then alex and yuki overtook charles - there is so much happening

Alonso and Hamilton are terrorizing each other

Oh and Oscar is picking up the pace and chasing Russell

Fuck Logan hit the barrier again, doesn't look like he'll be rejoining

Here comes the saftey car (to the tune of here comes the bride)

Oscar, Max and George all pit - come out in the same order

Holy shit Lando has such a large gap

Max overtook lando while he was in the pits cause of safety car

I love Gp (max's engineer)

Charles had sit in the pits for like 20 seconds trying to restart his engine

George is catching max

Max almost takes a groundhog out

Alex does a beautiful double overtake omg and he's into ninth

Carlos picks up some damage - hes in 13th

Lance and Alex both play jumprope with the chicane

I have to go so here's this

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 When the Music’s Over 🎶

After Zelda left, Antoine had opened the club on his own just as he had promised. But after a few weeks, the officers had come back to demand double the cut they were already receiving. Why shouldn’t they? It had worked twice before; they knew he was bleeding out, and like sharks, they wouldn’t stop circling him until he was dead or in prison.

So the next morning he drew every curtain in the building, locked the door, and started drinking. There was an endless supply of alcohol in the club, and Jo kept coming every few days to bring him food and water, so he had no reason to leave the confines of his self-imposed prison.

Each time she saw his worsening state, Josephine would try and coax him out of his stupor, Come outside with me Antoine. Just open the club, I’ll stay here to help. I promise, it will be okay; we’ll make it work. No son, I said there, behind the screen, you don’t want to frighten anyone, do you?

Shit. Had Jo really said that last one? Or was it his mother? God he needed to stop drinking. But why stop? His mother was no worse than those cops, or the sickening guilt eating at every fiber of his being that he had let Zelda go alone.

So he reached for the whiskey to refill his glass. Only as his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle he thought better of it. Yes the whole bottle. Even easier.

Later, as night fell into day or perhaps day fell into night, Antoine groggily awoke with his head on a tablecloth that smelled of champagne and cigarette smoke. He could swear that he heard a noise on the other side of the curtain, the quiet rustle of a lady’s skirt as it disappeared into the hidden corners of the brothel with the shadowy figure of a man.

He lifted his head from the table to grab the bottle of liquor. Empty. Shit.

His world began to spin and the shadows grew into grotesque caricatures. Suddenly the rustling sounds from behind the curtains danced closer to him, obfuscating anything else in his mind.

They danced around him, stroking his face and promising comfort and familiarity as their voices rose into a crescendo, Such a pretty boy, Delphine. I mean really, must he hide behind that screen? Oh look at him. Even more beautiful than his sister, if you ask me. Come on, Antoine, just play us one more song. One song and then we’ll let you dance with us. We’ll even go upstairs with you Antoine, come on. Just play for us.

Their jasmine perfume permeated the club, cutting through the cigarette smoke. The tinkling of the beadwork on their dresses mingled with their laughs, overtaking the sound of lace gloves as they brushed against skin or the heavy silk of a dress as it fell to the floor. Still they came closer and closer, pulling him in deeper, taunting him. One more drink, Antoine. One more song. Then you can come upstairs with us, come on, just play for us.

Each of them the shadow of a woman who once roamed these halls, now nothing but phantoms around him. He brushed them away angrily, their disappointed sighs dissipating into the silence. Then he heard a nearly silent tsk, the one that his mother made when someone had offended her.

Antoine stood, searching for the one person who was capable of injecting a single syllable with so much judgement and emotion.

“Mother…?”

Again the tsk, rising and falling in octave as though she were shaking her head as she made the sound. He spun around furiously, “Mother, I know that you’re there! What do you want, huh? You want me to keep doing this? Breaking my back just to keep the doors open? Hiding away my family just to stay in this damned place? I should be there with Zelda, damn you! Damn you for this place, for your phantoms, for your memories!”

No sound, no response. Not even the ladies laughter or the near silent judgement of his mother that had lived in his mind ever since her death. Just silence.

Antoine grabbed his empty whiskey bottle, resigned that he was alone, the ghosts only in his mind. As he tried to bring it to his lips it clattered to the ground and he fell to his knees along with it.

He pulled the bottle close to himself, addressing the phantoms who were no longer there, “You don’t give a damn, do you? Well I don’t give a damn, anymore. I’m tired, so tired. So tired of being here, so tired of trying to impress you, just so tired….”

Then he laid on his back to let the world go dark, to let the whiskey lull him into yet another disjointed sleep. As his eyes fluttered shut, Jo returned back into the room after leaving moments before to grab him a glass of water. She found him lying there, completely immobile and seemingly unrousable.

Part 1/2

[dapperbasil]

For as much as the Toreador take pride in their loves, their distractions, their joys, their trances, I find no pride in such things. As nights go on and days turn to weeks and turn to months, I find myself unaccustomed to such a perverse feeling overtaking me. My Lady has been ever so kind to me as I rediscovered who I am after my embrace, yet the comfort I should get from such a thing is always and forever cast over by a shadow of perversion and disgust. Something that is supposed to be natural to me gives no feelings other than personal hatred and embarrassment. Each time I slip into that state of inaction, of inability to do more than stare in fascination I come out of it worse off than I stepped in. 

I am not a member of the Toreador clan. I have never been welcome in the homes of the roses, aside my brief stint in the haven of Lady Annalyse. Even then I was looked down upon as if I were not equal, and to them I suppose I may never be. I have always been a spectacle to them, something to catch their attention for a moment or two and be tossed aside. I suppose I am lucky in that way, as I have been spared the short attention span that seems to plague those embraced in such a way. 

The only things to catch my eye are those I would have found truly beautiful before my embrace nonetheless, which seems to work as its own kind of curse in a way. No longer can I stand the tender touch of my liege, the one person I love with all of my being. Her compassion brings me nothing but pain as I lose myself in the attention, his love being a double edged sword brought down upon my neck. The beauties of the world around me also pull me further and further into myself and stand to distract me from my duty. The glimmer of starlight on water, the beauty of the moon overhead shining with all of its brilliance to name a few. Each hurts me further and further, tempting the beast within to overwhelm me.

No longer will I allow the rose clan to hold the strings to the marionette which is my heart. I must learn to withstand these temptations, and quickly as to not embarrass Lady Thalia. The circumstances of my embrace have been quite the challenge to come to terms with for the past months, and even now I still do not feel as if I am truly myself or I ever will be again. Phillip died a gruesome death on that bloodstained cobblestone road four years ago, and in their place stands a rose plucked of all petals, only thorns remaining on the stem. My Lord has graced me with this new name, this new meaning to life, and I must show my gratitude in the only way I can.

My name is Thorne, and I am a knight of house de Sorrez. Tonight is the night I will be presented to all as a member of clan Lasombra, one year after the failure of clan Toreador to present me as one of their own. This time I am ready for the obstacles ahead of me, ready to traverse the battlefield of Elysium with Lady Thalia at my side.

-Thorne, Toreador fledgling and childe of Thalia/Tulio de Sorrez of Clan Lasombra