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asarajaa · 1 day ago
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Hiiiii Sarah, I'm one of your new followers and I just wanted to say that, I LOVED the Wally West x Reader angst fic (it had me screaming into a pillow) you wrote a while back !!!
I do have request tho , would you maybe be willing to write a part 2 of that fic? It was just sooo good and I couldn't get it out of my head
Tysm my love!! I wasn't very sure about how it turned out but your comment really hyped me up 💗. Of course! ty for following me and I hope this reach your expectations!!
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Warnings: fem!reader, angst romance, forbidden love, reincarnation (?) Words: 2338 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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You always liked cats.
They were cute and fluffy, but what you liked the most was the myth that cats were able to live 9 lives.
Of course, your logical and trained superhero mind knew that such a thing as reincarnation had very little chance of happening and much less with cats, but you liked to fantasize about it anyways.
You would catch yourself constantly thinking about it, 9 lives. 9 different whole lives, what would you do with those? The answer, for you, was obvious.
You would plan your 9 lives, thinking about what you would do and with who. Maybe you weren’t a superhero in one, maybe you were just a normal civilian, maybe you liked to do snorkeling and once and for all stopped fearing the ocean.
Yeah, that would be what you’d do in your first life. 
You would spend your first life snorkeling, feeling all the different textures of sea animals and organisms. Maybe you would get bitten or harmed by one and needed medical attention and as you would be lying in the hospital’s bed, sedated with medication, you would no longer fear the sea and lived near to it for the rest of your first life. 
And then, after your accident, maybe you could even have a date with the cute doctor that laughed but thanked you when you said— high as a comet— that his eyes were the most beautiful jewels you’ve ever seen, they reminded you of emeralds. 
In your second life you would be born in a word without any type of powers or superheroes, you would decline your mothers wish of being model and choose a peaceful and quiet life, studying mechanical engineering because your dream job  would be to be a F1 driver— but you would settle for being the person who designs the cars they’d drive, if being a driver didn’t work out.
At night, when the world was supposed to be asleep, you would sneak into the underworld and spend your nights racing illegally, a big smile on your face— because you never knew why or how, but going super fast without any other feelings besides adrenaline made you feel happy and free.
You would laugh while you drove at full speed, the tires would squeal and the car would give off a toxic smell of CO₂ that would seep into your lungs. You would love the feeling of the adrenaline running through your veins and your heart racing as much as your car, the air brushing your hair because you’d like to leave the car windows open while you’d drive.
Then, one night, for the first time, you would be defeated by a new guy that just moved into your town. He would be the new Drift King that would make you eat the ground for the first time in a long time. The thought of your next race would make your face lighten up because since that day, you wouldn't stop thinking about new techniques to defeat and take your place as the Drift Queen back from that damned new guy who’s hair looked like a forest in the autumn season.
In your third life you would be an absolute fan of superheroes. You would help your twin brother, Dick Grayson, to fight at night being his computer specialist. You would also help your father figure, Batman, and whoever he asked you to help to.
You loved superheroes, but you could never be one, never. The job was too risky, you needed to be the one who would take care of them from the comfort of your house, being a type of online vigilante that even though it technically could train and fight goons, would never try to. 
You would help Alfred with the cooking and assist your brother and father figure when they would train, handing them towels and bottles of water when necessary. You even learned medical assistance under the wing of Alfred, being too afraid to lose your new family member like you did a time ago in a circus.
You would help your family and some years later, when the death of your younger brother and the moving of your twin one would be too much to handle, you would find yourself moving too.
You would escape far away, leaving all the things you’ve known behind and trying to create a normal life with normal acquaintances. 
But it couldn’t be that easy, could it? What was the saying? Once a vigilante, always a vigilante. It seemed like troublesome things would be attracted to you like magnets.
So, taking that into account, you weren’t very surprised when a robbery attempt happened in your local bank.
You would act calm—the teachings of Bruce sunk in your mind like roots—as you followed the criminals orders, all the time tricking them into perceiving you as submissive as you would subtly protect the rest of the civilians. Technically you were a civilian too, but it wasn’t the same, you had more than basic training that Batman taught you that you followed since a kid.
But before anyone could get hurt, The Flash entered the building, saving all of them in a flash. You would observe him, Wally West, the new Flash and your twin brother's best friend save all of you.
Wally and you have never been that close, the only reason you guys got along was because of Dick but when he moved to Bludheaven and you moved to Central, at some point, the calls and the messages stopped. 
You tried to brush it off but the truth was that you missed your twin brother, you missed your father father figure, you missed Alfred and you were secretly excited to meet the new young boy—Tim, if you recall—that entered the family.
You sometimes envied Wally, since your brother always hung out with him and for some years, Wally West has known most things about your brother than you, even know, he probably still talked and meet him while you would only stare at your shared chat—one that has been silent for some time—in silent, waiting for a magical text to appear.
The Flash came into your way, not even looking at you as he moved his hands to untie your hands, your heart raced as you thought if he would remember you.
“You okay, ma’am?” he would ask calmly in a i’m-comforting-a-civilian voice.
“Yeah, thanks” you would answer, your heart skipping a beat when his head raised quickly, eyes wide open as he looked at you. His eyes comparing you to the version of you that he remembered, surprised written all over his face like if he didn’t expect to see you.
You would thought that he reacted like that because he didn’t knew you moved here, which made you ask yourself why Dick didn’t tell him. Maybe he stopped caring for you after all?
He stumbled over his words but the only thing you had in your mind was—
Oh, he still got a constellation drawn in his face.
Months passed and after encountering him a lot of times because of superhero type of problems, he finally would ask you to grab a coffee with him to "catch up". 
In your fourth life you probably would run away.
You would travel the word and meet places you never thought they would exist until you landed on them. You would block all of the persons you once knew, breaking the expectations your family had for you—maybe you would listen to them in another life, who knows.
In your fourth life you would be in every city for a while but you never stayed long enough to make stable friends, you would be surrounded by different people from different cultures, cities and personalities but you would be completely and utterly alone cause none of them would be a person you would trust your life with.
In your loneliness you would adopt a big and fluffy dog and raise it by yourself, making it travel the world with you and stay by your side to the point where it would watch you take your last breath on this earth. 
In your fourth life you would never be able to find him, to find the right person and who was meant for you. You weren’t ready and since being ready is a decision, you would decide that you’d never be. You wouldn’t even give anyone the chance to approach you in the fear of disappointing them so you always left before they could get the chance to do it.
In your fifth life you listened to your family’s advice.
You would  take your family out of poverty, you’d retire your parents after you studied a career you didn’t like at all, fulfilling the dream they asked your older brother to do before he runned away .
You would get a job that would make you work from 8 to 6, you would make a stable income and settle down with a man you’re not very sure you’re in love with but he would be a good father to your children.
You would buy a house near the beach, where you would take your children to do snorkel under your teaching while your husband would reading a book as he laid down in the sand after he took your children to collect ‘sea treasures’, as they liked to called them, before you took them to do snorkel.
You would forgive some infidelities for the sake of your family and would kill yourself yourking to make sure your children had everything they needed, unlike you did when you were their age.
You weren’t completely happy and you were sure your younger self would feel a little disappointed of you, but you didn’t have a bad life and some women had worse family issues.
Sometimes, when your kids were swimming in the seashore and your husband went for a walk when his phone began to ring, you would stare into the little golden sea star necklace your childhood best friend gave you for your birthday right before you moved from Central City to Star City.
You would smile at the memories of that little boy who always was up to a race with the other kids, remembering how you promised to marry each other at 30 if none of you had a couple for that time and how you exchanged gifts, he’d gave you a golden sea star necklace and you would gave him a  golden thunderbolt bracelet because he always said something like—“I’m as fast as a flash!”
You’d wonder who that little boy was nowadays, what his job was and what happened to his life.
In your next 2 lifes you would be lost.
You wouldn’t know what to do with your life or with whom. You would have a nostalgic, beautiful but painful feeling everytime you walked into nature because the color green meant something to you, reminded you of someone you just couldn't make yourself remember to who.
You would have the same feeling everytime the sun would express itself through sunrise and sunset, because the mix of those warm colours would remind you of a love you weren’t capable of remembering having felt before.
It would happen everytime you would see a ginger, no matter if it was a boy or girl. Your heart would begin to race for no known reason as you would wait for them to turn around, feeling disappointed when they weren’t who you expected them to be—but it wasn’t like you knew who you were expecting either.
You would feel empty because you desire something with all of your heart but you never knew what it was.
In one life, you would find it. 
In the another one, you wouldn’t.
Then you would reach your eighth life— the one you prayed you were living.
In your eighth life, you and Wally would find a cure to the reaction of your abilities combined.
You would cry tears of joy when time passed and none of you could feel any difference from the first minute you guys started to be near each other.
Wally would kiss you all the time he could, a smile on his face because no matter how many minutes he would be by your side, his body didn’t slow down.
You would make your relationship public, receiving blessings from all the people you’ve known and approving smiles from both of your mentors.
In your eighth life you two would marry each other properly, a big ceremonie for all your known ones and then a little dinner for the closest ones. You would wear your ring proudly in your finger instead of hiding it in a necklace under your shirt.
You would travel the world together for a year after your marriage before settling down on the outskirts of  Central City, leaving behind the apartment on the second floor you guys shared before in the centre of the city.
You would have children, two twin boys that were as handsome as their daddy  and a little girl that was as beautiful as her mommy. 
In your eighth life, your self being wouldn’t be a threat to the other one. You know your eighth life is like this because sometimes you dream about it, and it feels so real that you almost start to think "this is the bad dream" but that is your reality.
But you don’t have 9 lives, you only have one.
This one.
So I guess you will pass it sneaking around, always close but never close enough, always fearing the consequences of being loved by someone who isn’t supposed to love you back,
You only had one life, this one, but you like to think that the universe couldn’t be cruel enough to not allow you and Wally a happy ending in at least one.
You only had one life and you would spend it praying for another one.
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Hope you liked it 💗 If you prefer to be a happy ending, you could just imagine like the 8th life was the current life 😽alte
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pastryland · 3 days ago
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misc completed fic recommendations
If any of the authors of the fics mentioned here or are tagged and don't want their fics to be here, please let me know and I'll remove it!
Will update this list periodically
❤️ = favorite
⭐️ = I love fics by this author in general
🔗 = part of a series (will usually only put fav from series on here)
❌ = triggering themes
🔥 = explicit
it's lights out and away we go - 106k - ❤️⭐️❌🔥 + Charles/Lando
Lando didn’t make the rookie mistake to fall for a client - they’ve all seen what happened to Lewis and how he burned his fingers on that Rosberg guy. No, he committed a sin much worse than that: he fell for his co-worker. My god, he’s so fucked.
baleine in the bowl - 14k - ❤️ - Lewis/Pierre
Pierre is an aspiring model spending the summer in Monaco. Charles is his roommate, who happens to double as the sugaring pimp of Monte-Carlo. Rent is due and Pierre is running out of options. Enter Sir Lewis Hamilton.
Everybody Wants to Rule the World - 22k - ⭐️🔥 + Nico R./Sebastian
Nico's eyes settle back on Seb’s. He clears his throat. “I’m here for the same reason you are,” he says, megawatt smile back on his face. “To win you a title.”
First Place Loser - 12k - 🔗❌ + minor/implied Maxiel
In each team, drivers vie for the position of First Driver, clawing their way through the points. If you're not the First, you're the Second, beholden to whatever form of mentoring the First decides upon. If you're even unluckier, you're the Third and the team principal will deal with you. Idealistically, the system is meant to create more parity in driver training and form strong team connections. In reality, Firsts get the glory and power and what happens next is entirely in their hands.
somebody else - 31k - ❤️❌ (very toxic, but I'm not sure about triggering)🔥 + Lestapstri, Lestappen, Maxoscar, Choscar
Oscar misses the color lilac — the color of the twilight sky behind Charles as they drank wine on Sedici, and the long-faded color left behind on his hips by Max’s fingertips.
winning mentality - 18k - ⭐️🔥 + Gax
It’s not, like, a thing. It’s only happened twice, if you don’t count the time during the pre-season when Max shoved a thigh against George’s crotch, and George, touched-deprived and broken-hearted, let out a sharp gasp and came instantly. Max, looking shocked and frightened, stormed away.
last longer - 10k - ⭐️🔥 + Charles/Joris T.
On Friday evening after practice, Charles will be charming higher-ups at dinner; Joris will be in the belly of Montreal getting Charles’ initials inked on his hip. It’s insane.
my kind's your kind - 7k - ⭐️ + Charles/Nico R.
“You’ll do it again and again, and they’ll name a street after you in Maranello. Two streets. Probably a whole town square, if you do what you’re capable of. Don’t you want that?” Charles nods, his chest rising quicker, his eyes still closed. Nico stretches a hand over the table and lets his thumb brush softly, reassuringly, over Charles’s wrist, digging his nail gently into the bone. “But not,” Nico says, his voice sharper now, and Charles’s eyes crack open, wary, “if you keep behaving like you did this weekend, undisciplined. You can’t just be fast, Charles. You’ve got to be clever. Lewis is clever.” “More clever than you?”
home is where family lives - 36k - ❤️🔗 + some Loscar, Lestappen
In his quest to claim as many home races as possible, Oscar's family starts to grow as well. Or, the social media/chatfic inspired by the recent tweets between Oscar and Charles
i like you a latte - 4k - ⭐️ + Choscar
Alright so, the usual techniques clearly aren’t working. Being nice, being funny, being flirty. Oscar is clearly a pro, and so Charles needs to start using pro tactics. “Didn’t realize it was whore Wednesday,” Max deadpans, as Charles wanders into the shop that morning. “Good morning to you too,” Charles says, ignoring his statement. “How are you? I’m great, thanks for asking.” “No, no, I agree with Max. That shirt demands our immediate and undivided attention, no time for chit chat,” Lando says, appearing over the counter. “Like could you physically undo any more buttons.”
masterpost for all completed fic rec lists
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christiangeistdorfer · 6 months ago
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PETER COLLINS, 1950s
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russellius · 3 months ago
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— russellisms dictionary
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summerblueringo · 9 months ago
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all the pics I could find of that photoshoot with Kimi and first wife Jenni
edit:
IT WAS A KINKY APRIL FOOL'S PHOTOSHOOT
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courtesy of a friend's google translate
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mctwinkdom · 11 months ago
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If I'm being honest right, I think I'm in love with him
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missnxthingg · 3 months ago
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ohhhh fuck me
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leclercskiesahead · 3 months ago
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This is too funny
You get your first double q3 in 500 years and forget how to do anything
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never-looked-so-good · 1 year ago
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📷 @/formulasantander
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michaelfassweiner · 3 months ago
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Should I make modeling a definite job?
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scenetocause · 9 months ago
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What's Girl!Oscar's problem with Formula E???? Love her but that was so funny!
oh, ha, i thought i explained this in the fic but probably only in a way that makes sense in my own head. fe is in partnership with the saudi state investment fund and girloscar is, well, both a girl and resentful enough already about that fact and also has actualoscar's environmental streak.
in the fic i sort of think of lando as more aware than her of a lot of ~world issues~ because he's had that time in the public eye to realise he needs to have an answer about stuff and also does care about things once he's aware of them. which is true about actual lando, as far as i can tell and once you've interpreted him tying his own sentences into knots for five or six minutes.
but girloscar has a few things she's just not onboard with and properly gets stubborn about. her seething her way to winning two races in jeddah during f2 is one thing but she's also weirdly tied up in her own butchness about the idea of driving electric cars. sometimes the sexism is coming from inside the (heavily barricaded) house because life is complex and girloscar is nearly as unreliable as lando in some things.
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awokenbaddie · 2 months ago
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imaxyxia2 · 5 months ago
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formulinos · 1 year ago
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i hope these two fucked i’m sorry corinna
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neothebean · 11 months ago
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Family claims to fame:
My great-grandfather Merle worked in the coal mines with actor Charles Bronson
My great-great uncle Melvin (who was brilliant and worked at NASA and could play any stringed instrument without a single lesson) played with Roy Charles and Buck Owens
My great uncle Ronald was stationed in Germany in the unit next to Elvis and got to see all the hubbub of reporters coming in
Bonus: (not a claim to fame, just cool historically) My great-grandmother Dorothy was among the first women in her town to work and faced all sorts of backlash for it
Share your family claims to fame in reblogs!
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fanofcarson · 16 days ago
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WE DONT FUCKING NEED THIS!!!!!!!!
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