#truly amazing i love max

[royalarchivist]

Maxo: "GG Day 2"? Is it going to be all week? Do I really deserve this?

Maximus is a severely under-appreciated member of the QSMP, so recently some fans on Twitter created #GordinhoGostosinhoWeek to show him more love. Maximus is looking at the fanart right now on his stream, and the way he gets so excited about each one really warms my heart. :')

Quackity says it best:

[run2max]

Thank you to @arturleclerc for tagging me! 🥺🩷

Here’s my F1 2023 Season Wrapped!!!

Make your own here!

I’m tagging: @osaka-lilac @sea-shelly @rinna0017 @lovingniall @engastrimyth @carlosheinz + anyone else who’d like to make one! :-) 🩷

[unproduciblesmackdown]

some threads woven together flawlessly. or fumbled with intently until it's like Look [holds out a cat's cradle] but no. it's good & real

smthing "i can't believe it's this Telling!" about Romance(tm) being multiple times hearing this sentiment like. "okay talking about relationships right. dating has always come easily to me / i've been lucky / i'm Good At romance: i was not single for more than 5 consecutive days from the autumn of '34 to Now. but it wasn't until my late twenties 90 yrs & dozens of Romantic partners into it that, for the first time ever: one of those relationships was actually like, good." and it's like damn i can't believe it's that Telling. that the remarks have this would be twist / punchline (not actually delivered as such. it's not unexpected to them?) that still gets framed thusly as being Successful in dating. spending eons with a bunch of people involved in bad relationships, but you weren't Not dating

also reminded in terms of [i don't really have any podcasts i'm listening to] like one i was like "hm i've heard some episodes. i'll put this one on in the background" then dropkicking it out the window like 10 min in b/c irrelevantly this Guest was like "real talk. ugh it's sooo cool to be poly nowadays 9_9 everyone has to be poly but i'm Naught into it!!! i guess i Feel too much. i want PASSION and DRAMA!!! this is just like how pop in the late '00s / '10s was all 'feminist' telling you to be independent sluts well i care about true LOVE" and like. i don't remember but i don't think they were a man, i'm quite surer they were queer, it was just so fucking lmfao like would you get thee fuck out of here. we actually don't live in "it's like it's illegal to be monogamous :(" world you're not Edgy now b/c you're insecure about what you see as "trendy" but don't Get / don't want in on. you're not going against the grain for being like "maybe i Do want to settle down with my soulmate" like great news that's normative. pick another queer group to Project on b/c they'd rupture your idea of the Bounds of queerness where you're like "ugh they're so mainstream & ruining it for us True queers disrupting the cishet agenda (arguing for queerness to be on The Terms Of said cishet agenda)" e.g. ohh the cishet agenda is pro asexuality!!! (it is not. even if it was? is the Queer Agenda for some people to have to deny their own sexuality & "have" to have sex a certain kind of way with certain people? up next "bi women: gender traitors, why not Choose to (have to) have only certain kinds of sex w/certain people :)" trans people gender traitors We decide what everyone's gender is, bit fucked up of you to be deciding your own huh, what Assumptions are you making you sicko?? you Have to identify / present xyz certain ways or you're failing to be the gender vanguard like we are) like what if the queer agenda was about everything we Can do. we Can have this sex w/these people sure, & we Can: Not do that w/them. like oh no what if cishet men were able to get their hands on the gay resources only when we recognize Aro/Ace identities can ppl Say "yeah i'm....hehe....Not cishet"? legitimate question Yeah What Then. oh no. god's wounds What If you can just say you're trans now & change your pronouns every day. like yeah let's let everyone do that. what if we all did. oh no lol. oh my god more people are talking about polyamory like they're allowed to talk about polyamory & if my monogamy isn't Assumed ""normal"" & i might feel like it's thus more in question?? well don't mind me as i get defensive by way of Derisive & start scoffing & spitting at the queers making the rest of us look bad but we're Really fighting the fight out here (doing what we were already doing but now feeling extra smug & self satisfied about it?)

like "ohh i have too much Emotion for that" like who said you didn't. why do you think polyamory involves less emotion or passion or desire or commitment or whatever. it sure doesn't posit it necessarily requires More either. it posits that it is not monogamy. & like christ Congratulations then. congratulations on having too much of a heart. that is then used to sneer & backbite like i forgot that this person on this damn podcast also brought this up b/c a friend or acquaintance who was poly made whatever kind of proposition & here they are on some podcast going Ugh & talking about how they have too much passion, despite years of top40 telling them, according to them, that feminism is sluttiness now (again this is. according to them. Groundbreaking circling back to bog standard misogyny) & isn't it so groundbreaking in turn if a woman were to sing love songs? imagine. you can have emotions & passion & drama taking the parking spot a stranger wanted. You could've brought the monogamy with a poly partner, when the Agenda for it is always distilled to Exclusivity, like, bring your own, huh? like your own Feelings & Passions & Commitment. but obviously it is the assumption that the poly partner is the Inadequate one there who would be causing any relationship to be Lacking. b/c they sure didn't frame it as some matter of fact Mismatch or else try to start being outright about how poly people are, like the bisexuals, these sluts (feminists!!) who are only giving you Part of themselves when you deserve All Access to your exclusive, locked in partner!!! & like good lord do you ever? with your Reliable kinsey endzones binary gender soulmate for life, do you?? locking them in what, why. excluding what, why. accessing all of what, why.

Romance(tm) being defined by Exclusivity defined by entitlement to as much of this other person as you want, to ensure that exclusivity: compare w/the boundless potential Threats or already Violations to thee proper romantic relationship. spending too much time with other people, sharing too much with them, getting too much support, feeling too much towards them, valuing them too much, to say nothing of what could be considered "intimacy," which then yeah sure includes "well no kissing or sex" but yknow again that does need to be a bound you even accept, monogamy style, & even if you do, that All Thee Rest of it can be attributed to "well you shouldn't be talking to them / having these friends / doing these other things b/c that's a slippery slope to Romance (kissing, sex)." that the exclusivity is so often inevitably defined by, when pushed to it, Exclusion, e.g. like if everyone i loved was held at gunpoint & it's like only One of them could be Not Shot baby it'd be you like tf is this scenario?? gee it'd suck if everyone else died but baby as long as it's not you like The Hell. that it's about Everyone Else being shut out & Less & Lacking & deprioritized thusly in specificass hypothetical winner take all tournaments of disposing of loved ones like what in the christ. & this being an Isolating logic like well that soulmate should be Enough. & the instruction like, yeah any & all feelings passions desires wishes wants needs hopes dreams? file that away under "to be fulfilled by the One True Romance." it'll fulfill Everything in your life!! if it doesn't umm cough must've been doing it wrong. turn your discontent into Passion. philosophically muse on how Fulfillment may have eluded you but maybe just maybe we all still come closest in struggling through a marriage for a few dozens of years & also perhaps parenthood! surely. and don't even think of considering if this cosmos of the nuclear household is not in fact the distilled essence of all that one's life can possibly contain

of course two people can have a long term intimate relationship w/each other exclusively & it not all necessarily play into some nuclear family cisheteropatriarchy agenda moment lmao, but this is just the same as like. yeah people Can exist in ways that some rando today could look at & deem "are they not cishet" but where this is also not of the cishet agenda(tm). b/c ppl Have to be cishet(tm). & Have to be finding their monogamous cishet lifelong spouse. & sure Have to Not do otherwise, so why Wouldn't there be the narrative that all passions & emotions & desires & wants & needs & chance of fulfillment is a matter of the domain of Romance(tm)? the idea like oh you enjoy talking with someone? Love. you're excited / interested / affectionate? Love. you're dtf? either Love or else held to be the other side of the same coin: marked Lack of love(tm). wild that Stimming in enthusiasm is used in this Romance framework lmao as like a recognized Normal nd moment. love the enthusiasm. you could be stimming even more, about more. you could be enthused even more, about more. you Could. you don't Have to, But You Could. you don't Have to be involved in a way you consider some degree of intimate enough to have a particular classification on that basis, but you Could. you don't want to? alright awesome how many versions of a person there can be on this earth. why would one want to define it as "having" to be monogamous though b/c you're Too Legit to be poly. Too Legit queer to respect asexuality. Too Legit trans to respect someone's gender expression/identity being a casual, dynamic, easy experience.

also always noticing like "oh right, another day's work giving Others' feelings legitimacy & priority, & not my own" back in college times when like a couple of times having to outright or gradually* deflect acquaintances whom i'd interacted with trying to go for the dating route. & then nominally having to presume that they are the uniquely burdened one here like oh way to go (did not do fuckall), what is more Legitimate than disappointment re: Romance right. except it's like now hang on i'm also the one going "i thought someone was interacting with me trying to be friendly :/" like lol, no. & as though then taking on this impossible unilateral responsibility to demur from seeming [i want to hang out & interact] interest now on the terms of both neurotypicality (also normative) & amatonormativity. & being like "??" like what would someone even have particularly strong feelings about when i prommy i did not yet feel comfortable bringing even like most of the range of my personality, or comfortable in general w/what i Did bring, what's the basis of this lol. making up a guy. & like we are all performing we are all perceiving & interpreting without a direct channel into someone else's interiority. but like where's Any genuine intimacy leading into this lol? like still a No even if so but at least it'd be less perplexing. & if there isn't even expected to be any then also still No. tf was this one guy trying to start shit over buying textbooks & by start shit i mean keep trying to talk to me when crossing paths on (community college!) campus until i'm like no i don't wanna go to a movie b/c i don't really know you from adam, & he's like "well isn't that the point of dating, to get to know each other" like No this isn't cishet amatonormative marriage speedrun "i'm so good at dating i wasn't single for 93 years! each relationship was shit btw!" central get out of here. luckily he did. rando guys in public & semi public barely count yet also fully count

another thing that's different but the same is it's kind of jarring like another thing you Can do but it rankles within me like i hope to just like. someone being like framed as Superlative Exceptional....like great lmao such a broad thing & common thing & i am fully aware like "Uh Oh Eesh when i am imagining it applied to Me. i do not like it" like how we are [it takes all kinds]ing and [no accounting for taste]ing & all these things we sure Can do. but i do tie it to just like. arguing for people's worth as A Thing on this bitch of an earth where some people get to see others' lives as less than theirs & the supposed cure for this appealing on Merit. where even the Personal, Individual protection against this is "well, just find the one person who is like 'you're Everything & btw i'd drop dead without you like what would be the point of Anything'" like now what tf is reassuring about that lmao....this Other audio experience i forgot where i was already just not that interested but it grated hearing someone assure us that like oh this person's webpage is so Intriguing i Have to talk to this person. another thing much more formal & established being this ode to someone being like So undeniably extraordinary & incredible & superlative etc, like, lovely ode to someone, but i do reflect like eesh i just really do not want that. no ironic "xyz would've hated this!!" like just do not. i'm so Not about merit(tm). i'm so not about anyone Needing to be considered superlative or extraordinary by even One other person. so not about rising Above anyone else as the evidence of worth. so not about praising anyone by assuring people they're Not "Just" [another xyz. a victim. passive. content to abc.]....so not about being stuck in isolation with the immediate Family as one's only support (against The Family: as like. a political deal) until the only other way to exist is to escape, &/or be pushed into, the marriage, aka thee romance (against Romance: also a political deal)

where in romance(tm) is there Not this narrative about how you'd better find all the support & fulfillment you need in your whole self & life & being in This. where is there not "ideally" isolation. where is there not exclusivity as the definition. with this also ofc assuming the "correct" monogamous approach. & the cisheteropatriarchy. like yeah sure people Can do xyz that would resemble like ah the cishet lifelong monogamous partnership, & Not be of that agenda. like there Can be ppl who would be perceived cishet by someone to whom "cishet" has any meaning but like, without that agenda. we had & can have all our phenotypes without the concepts of white supremacy / antiblackness around which to categorize "race," we have all our bodies w/o there necessarily, inevitably being ableism. & in the meantime against the [we Have to xyz] & the Normative & the assertion of "merited" deservingness & the isolating & authoritarian & controlling & extractive & prescriptive & limiting, & plenty of other things....polyamory like supposed "opposite" of aromanticism but it's peak harmonious when like, it is also very much outside how romance is "supposed" to be, to the extent of like ohh it doesn't count b/c it is so uncontained by any Definitions. ohh i could never be polyamorous b/c they're Diluting themselves (there's the Isolating & Exclusivity definitions....the Most romantic relationship? baby idgaf if everyone else in my life died. you wouldn't either re: all your loved ones, right. why are you talking to them again. or hanging out with them again. or saying Love to them again or changing your plans for them or listening to them or etc etc. & of course you couldn't kiss anyone else, why Wouldn't this relationship crumble away if that weren't the case??? lol) like okay you're not polyamorous, that others Are is good for you. ppl being trans is good for cis people; no genders as constraining classes. ppl being ace is good for allo people; no compulsory sexuality. people being bi is good for everyone; same. etc etc etc. that They can exist as themselves unhindered = you can; that they can't, you can't. you're not Too Good to be them; acting/doing Better than someone else is acting/doing is like, about choices lol. versus [oh it's not even a choice i Couldn't be poly....b/c i'm too good for that] like. now what does this do for anyone exactly. but make you feel more secure through feeling superior b/c you're hearing more often more casually more proximately about different choices people are making for themselves

anyways surfacing from [my god. writing a post now] & i would like to emphasize "aromantic sure but & also anti-romance i mean it. like politically" & "lovelessness let's gooo. politically as well like can we Not with the affective-centric"

[pomegranatesarchive]

personal assistant | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x assistant!reader

summary: the one where lando norris is dating his assistant.

liked by user1, user2, and 124,730 others!

f1updates: y/n and lando have arrived for the media day at the british gp. y/n arrived about an hour earlier then lando. both arriving in style!

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user3: oh she looks so good

user4: IKRRRR THAT DRESS?? HOLY

user5: sometimes i forget y/n went to fashion school until she shows up in these AMAZING outfits and im like YUP! she knows what she's doing

user6: i see y/n dressed lando today...

user7: ofc she did! when lando shows up in something other then team gear then we have y/n to thank

user8: she did such a good job!! he looks so good🤭

user9: why does y/n always arrive earlier 😕 i want to see them walk in together

user10: she's said the thought of arriving late makes her extremely anxious so she rather just arrive earlier then everyone else 😭

user11: i get her. she is me. i am her. we are one.

user12: y/n dating someone who loves to sleep in while she's the complete opposite is so?? 😭

user13: yns so pretty

user14: i wish i was y/n. or lando. idk i just want to be famous

user15: does anyone know where he shoes are from??

user15: guys pls??

user15: A LOT OF YOU ARW LIKING THIS BUT NOT RESPONDING

user15: JUST TELL ME WHERE THE FUCKING SHOES ARE FROM

user15: I HATE YOU ALL

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ynandlandoupdates: y/n and lando taking photos with fans after practice today!

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user16: is she wearing landos jacket🥹

user17: yea!! there's a video going around of him giving it to her. it was truly adorable

user18: i was there! y/n was so nice and was handing out umbrellas, she was super shocked when people asked her for a photo 😭

user19: pls tell me someone gave her a bracelet or something???

user18: the guy next to me handed her a bracelet with landos name 😭she said she'll never take it off and got super flustered

user20: you guys don't understand how much i love y/n, like handing out umbrellas??? she's for the people!!

user21: people who hate on y/n must be sore losers because how are you going to hate on that beautiful AND KIND woman??

user22: lando with the backwards hat??

user23: what is it with f1 drivers and backwards hats?? max, lando, charles, carlos they always look SO GOOD

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landonorris: pre-race date!🧡

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user24: race week dates are back!! 🤭🤭

user25: ahhhh so cute

danielricciardo: cute ig.

landonorris: jealousy is a disease, get better soon😝

maxverstappen1: remind y/n that we agreed on playing mario cart at 11 pm tonight.

maxverstappen: please.

user26: lando and max this lando and y/n that. WHAT ABOUT Y/N AND MAX?? ARE YOU SEEING THIS ☺️☺️ so cute

landonorris: she has been reminded!

maxverstappen1: thank you

user27: do you think max is sitting by his tv waiting for y/n to join?

user28: oh he totally is

user29: she looks so good??

user30: she literally belongs on vogue, holy

oscarpiastri: bring me back that fancy ice cream

landonorris: no!

yoursername: lando 😡 wait by your room oscar we'll be there in a bit!

liked by landonorris, maxverstappen, oscarpiastri, and 392,947 others!

yourusername: post race date!

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user31: lando was so disappointed until y/n came up to him, hope all you y/n haters who think she's not good for him see this and throw up

user32: y/n posting literally NOTHING except date night pictures is truly so cute and funny at the same time

user33: that dress 😍

landonorris: beautiful girl 🥰🥰

maxverstappen1: simp 🫵

maxverstappen1: by the wayyy can y/n play mario cart tonight?

landonorris: yes she can🙄

maxverstappen1: great! ill be waiting

user34: max going from hating to wanting to play with y/n is tooo funny

user35: yns whole aesthetic is so cute

user36: oh to be y/n going on a date night with lando norris after the british gp

user37: y/n and lando running away after the race to go on a date is the cutest thing

user38: SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THE DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY 😣😣

user39: THAT SHOULD BE MEEE

user40: who do you guys think take these photos?@/maxverstappen1@/oscarpiastri @/ danielricciardo???? who is it 🤨

danielricciardo: i refuse to third wheel.

maxverstappen1: they never like my photos 😕

oscarpiastri: …it's me 🥲

. . .

notes: I'm so sorry if this sucked?? there's like no plot but i wanted to get a lando fic out so here's this!

[livwritessometimes]

Where's the Trophy? He Just Comes Running Over to Me (Part 1)

: Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, and Lewis Hamilton

: Part 2

: Main Masterlist

: Author's Note - Let me know if you guys want a part 2 with other drivers.

...

Lando Norris

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads

(Miami Grand Prix, 2024)

He did it! Lando finally got his first win. 

Years of doubt, years of criticism it didn't matter now. He finally was able to win for him and McLaren. As soon as he got out of the car, he was greeted by loud cheers from everyone there. On his way back to the team, he saw almost every single driver in the grid waiting there to congratulate him. 

"I'm so happy for you, Lando," said Carlos as he pulled in Lando for a hug. 

"Bout time, huh," said Max bumping into Lando as soon as he was done getting his weight measured. 

"I am so happy for you, mate," said Charles as he passed by Lando.

"You did great, man," said Oscar, who saw Lando enter the area where the team was eagerly waiting for him behind the barricade. 

Upon seeing the entire team waiting for him, Lando could not help it; he immediately took off to where they were standing. As soon as he reached them, Lando dove right in. 

The entire area was filled with the team cheering and chanting 'Let's Go, Lando' while carrying him over their shoulders. During that time, Lando's eyes landed on Y/n.

He immediately started to wiggle out of the team's grip. Everyone was confused as to what he was doing, but as they put him down, they got their answer. Lando sprinted towards Y/n and lifted her off the ground. 

"What are you doing?" Y/n shrieked as she felt Lando's body slam against her.

"Celebrating what else," Lando said as he pulled her even closer. 

"What about the team?" Y/n asked as she let her hands run through his hair.

"They can wait! I wanna celebrate it with you first," Lando said.

"You've been there through all my podiums, all my losses; you bet your ass you'll be there right front and centre through my wins too," he finished as he set her down on the ground.

"You truly are amazing; you know that, Mr. Norris, Grand Prix Winner," Y/n said, smiling up at Lando.

...

Max Verstappen

Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me

(Dutch Grand Prix, 2024)

Y/n was nervously waiting as she watched the race.

4 more laps. 3 more laps. 2 more laps.

That's what she kept telling herself as she watched the bull maintain the lead.

*flashback*

Max and Y/n had spent the majority of their day lying on the couch with Jimmy and Sassy. It was the last day before the race season began for the year.

"I love this," Max stated.

"Love what?" Y/n asked.

"These days," he said. "Where we spend all our time together," he continued.

"And why is that?" Y/n asked as she looked at Max from her spot, careful not to disturb the cat sleeping on her chest.

"It's nice; we are together, and I don't have to worry about anything," Max said. He continued, "I always feel like when I am away for so long, you'll realize that I'm just a loser who is not worth being with, and you'd break up with me."

The sincerity with which Max had said that made her feel bad. Reaching out to caress his cheek, Y/n said, "I'll never leave you, Maxie. No matter what." She added, "Even if we break up, I'd never leave your side. I'll always be the one that cheers the loudest for all your wins."

*present*

True to her words, Y/n was there at every race. Even though Max and her had broken up, Y/n just couldn't break the promise she had made.

The distance this time had really tested their relationship. All the stupid fights finally built up to something that the both of them could no longer ignore.

The past few races had not been good for Max. No matter what he did, he was not winning, and Y/n knew it was getting to him.

Despite the breakup, the two still remained friends; she constantly checked up on him, and she knew that he needed that win. He needed to win.

Finally, as the final lap began, everyone in the Red Bull garage was holding each other's hands for support. It was Max and Lando battling for first place. With each corner they passed, the team grew more and more anxious. Nearing the final corner, Max gave all that he had left to cover the few meters that were left. The car had not been the best; the team knew that; Y/n knew that; Max knew that. So it truly was Max that was making the car special, and he wanted to prove that he still could do it.

With a final push, Max crossed the finish line. Everyone in the garage went crazy. They all started running towards the barricade, waiting for Max.

The moment the car stopped, Max ran. He ran like he had never before. He didn't even bother taking off his helmet. All he could think of was one thing and one thing only.

As soon as the team saw Max running towards them, they started to cheer even louder. Ignoring them, Max ran straight towards Y/n, who was standing amongst the team, and pulled her in for a hug.

"I hate it," he said.

"I hate not being able to spend my time with you. I hate that we fought. And what I hate the most is the fact that no matter what happened, you're still here, and I can't call you mine," he finished.

"Max," Y/n said as she felt her eyes tearing up.

"It was a stupid decision to break up. I want you. Please give me a chance to make things right again," Max said as he pulled away.

"I hated the way things ended, and I want nothing more than getting back together, Maxie," Y/n said, smiling as she kissed Max's helmet.

...

Lewis Hamilton

I haven't come around in so long But I'm making a comeback to where I belong

(British Grand Prix, 2024)

Lewis could not contain his happiness. It was his first win of the season. It was his home race, and man did it feel amazing.

Looking at the crowd gathered around, he could not help but get emotional. Ever since 2021, Lewis has not been the same. He no longer was leading every race, he no longer won, and he no longer was the world champion. He was happy for Max, but it still burdened him. 

These few years had been a tough journey for Lewis. Everywhere he looked, he felt like it was a reminder to him that maybe it's time he quit racing. And usually he doesn't let this get to him; he has Y/n there to always pull him out of his thoughts. But as of late, no matter what she did or what his friends did, Lewis couldn't help but think that his age has finally caught up to him.

This seed of self-doubt had blossomed into a full-grown tree of trust issues and self-criticism. Lewis kept on thinking about how if he can't even keep winning, something he has known for almost half his life, then how can he even be called a husband to Y/n? 

At night when the two would be cuddling, Lewis' mind often drifted to a world where he was still winning, where he could have won his 10th championship by now. Where he and Y/n would have a really happy life—not that it isn't now, but somehow it is better. Where he was a better father to his son.

All those doubts were now forgotten, for a while at least.

"OH MY GOD! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!" Y/n screamed as she ran up to Lewis and tackled him. 

The two fell over laughing as Y/n peppered Lewis' face with kisses. "I am so glad you were here to witness this," Lewis said as he wrapped his hand around Y/n.

"Are you kidding me? I wouldn't miss it for the world. I am so happy for you, Lew," Y/n said. "I know, no matter how much you try and hide it, I can see this has been troubling you. My love, promise me no matter what, you never let these doubts consume you," Y/n continued.

Lewis nodded at her, smiling softly. Of course she noticed; she always knew what he was thinking about.

"I mean it. I am always, ALWAYS here for you. So don't you dare lock yourself up in there every again," she said while pointing towards Lewis' temple.

Suddenly a new weight was added on top of them, and as the two turned, they saw their son had decided to join them on the ground. He wrapped his arms around Lewis and Y/n, "I'm so proud of you, dad," your little 6-year-old said as he pulled you both closer.

It was finally time for the national anthem. Lewis was standing at the top of the podium, looking down at his team and loved ones. He made eye contact with Y/n and his son and sent a flying kiss towards them. He smiled when he saw his son trying to catch the kiss. 

It felt right; standing at the top felt good, and Lewis swore to himself that this wouldn't be the last time.

...

Tags: @wobblymug | @evasmlp

[willowsnook]

I'd like to request vodka lime in a wine glass please x

lando norris x fewtrell!sister

it's always been you

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The week of Silverstone, you found yourself at a cozy restaurant in London with your brother, Max, and his best friend, Lando. You were excited to see Lando since he wasn’t in London often, and the three of you had grown up inseparable. Though you drifted apart as life got busier with school and Lando’s racing, every time you reconnected, it felt like no time had passed.

"You seem a little off," Max commented, breaking you out of your thoughts. Both he and Lando were looking at you curiously from across the table. "What’s on your mind?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," you said quickly, brushing it off.

"Doesn’t seem like nothing," Lando chimed in, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You sighed, glancing down at your glass. "The bookstore I’ve been working at part-time for the last couple of years… the owners told me today that they might have to close in the next few months."

You’d worked there throughout college, and even after landing your full-time corporate job, you couldn’t give up the bookstore. The owners, an elderly couple, had become like family to you. The store was your safe haven, a place you truly loved. Your full-time job, on the other hand, left you uninspired, so the bookstore had been your refuge from the monotony of corporate life.

"I’m so sorry, Y/N," Max said softly. "I know how much you love that place."

You nodded, a bit of sadness lingering as you shifted the conversation to something lighter, trying to salvage the mood. Dinner wrapped up, and you said your goodbyes, promising to see them both at the race in a few days.

The next day, as you stocked shelves at the bookstore, the familiar jingle of the bell caught your attention. Turning around, you saw Lando standing by the door, scanning the shop. When his eyes landed on you, he smiled.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" you asked, walking over to him.

"I wanted to see what was so special about this place," he said, glancing around the cozy store.

The comforting scent of old books filled the air as soft jazz played in the background. Rain tapped gently against the large windows, and a few people sat curled up in armchairs, flipping through books under the warm glow of vintage lamps.

"I get it now," Lando said, turning back to you with a smile. "It’s very... you. Cozy."

You blushed at the compliment. "You want to grab a book while you're here? Something for the plane?"

"Sure. But I’m not touching any self-help books," he teased, and you rolled your eyes, laughing.

"Come with me, I’ve got the perfect one," you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the fantasy section. You reached for one of your favorites and handed it to him. His eyes widened at the size of the book.

"Y/N, this is huge!" he exclaimed.

"It’s so worth it," you promised. "The characters are incredible. One of them actually reminds me of you. He’s been through some rough patches and doesn’t realize how amazing he is until everyone else shows him. By the end, he becomes this confident, fearless leader. It’s... well, it’s really inspiring."

Lando was quiet as you spoke, just staring at you with a small smile. "You’re adorable when you talk about books, you know that?"

You blushed even more, mumbling a shy "Thanks" as he took the book from your hands.

"Guess I’ll have to read it then," he said, following you to the counter. "What time do you get off?"

"Not for another hour," you said, ringing him up.

"How about we grab dinner after?" he asked, surprising you.

You hesitated, usually only hanging out with Lando when Max was around. "I don’t want to make you wait."

He held up the book. "I’ve got this to keep me busy."

That evening, you and Lando went to your favorite nearby restaurant. Conversation flowed easily, just like old times.

"So, how’s the day job?" Lando asked between bites of pasta.

You shrugged. "It’s... fine. It’s just not what I thought it would be. Honestly, I wish I could work at the bookstore full-time, but, you know... it’s closing soon."

"You’ve tried to help them out, though, right?"

"Yeah, I’ve offered to handle marketing, organize events, bring in more customers, but the owners are kind of stuck in their ways. As adorable as they are, they’re not too keen on change."

Lando frowned, clearly disappointed for you. The rest of the night passed smoothly, and when he walked you back to your apartment, he kissed you on the cheek in goodbye, leaving your thoughts spinning. You had never really seen him as anything more than your brother’s best friend, but after today, you weren’t so sure anymore.

The following weekend, you arrived at the bookstore only to be greeted by Evelyn, one of the owners.

"Y/N, we need to talk," she said, pulling you aside. Your heart sank, bracing for the worst.

"I know I told you a few weeks ago that we were struggling," Evelyn began, "but... someone made a very generous donation. Enough to keep us going for quite a while."

Your heart raced. "Wait, really? Who?"

"Some young man who wanted to stay anonymous. He said that everyone deserves to do what they love."

Tears pricked your eyes. "Oh my gosh, Evelyn, that’s incredible!"

"But there’s more," she continued, her voice soft. "Art and I are getting older, and we can’t keep running this place forever. We’d like you to take over—effective immediately."

Your jaw dropped. "Wait, me? Are you sure?"

Evelyn chuckled. "Honey, you know this place better than anyone. You’ve got a business degree, and you love it here. Of course, you’re the one to take over."

You hugged her tightly, tears of happiness spilling from your eyes.

Weeks later, as you settled into your new role, you came across the “anonymous” donation in the books. $100,000. Your eyes widened. You’d assumed the donation had been a few thousand at most, but this was... insane. Then, your breath caught when you saw the signature.

Lando Norris.

You stormed out of the store, your heart pounding. That was too much money. There was no way you could accept it. Knowing he was at Max’s place, you banged on the door.

"Y/N?" Max asked, startled as he let you in.

"Where is he?" you demanded.

Lando, lounging on the couch, froze when he saw you. You grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the guest room, slamming the door behind you.

"$100,000, Lando?" you yelled. "That’s insane! Why would you do that?"

"Because it’s not just some random thing, Y/N," he said, stepping closer. "It’s something that matters to you."

You blinked, confused. "But... why does that matter to you?"

"Because you matter to me," he said softly. "Everything that’s important to you is important to me."

Your heart raced as his words sank in.

"If your dream is to run that bookstore, then that’s my dream too," Lando continued. "It’s always been you, Y/N. I’ve felt this way since we were kids. I just... never told you."

Tears welled up as you flung your arms around his neck. "Lando..."

He pulled back slightly, gazing into your eyes. "Give me a chance. A chance to be more than just your brother’s best friend."

You smiled, your heart full. "I think I can do that. As long as you finish that book."

[ragvas]

Your Little Asian Girlfriend

Your Japanese girlfriend, Akiko, had always been a petite, kind, and charming girl. At just 4' 11" (151 cm) tall, with delightful B-cup breasts and a small backside, she had often wished to be a bit taller and more developed—especially in terms of her bust. After discovering your preference for larger breasts, she became increasingly self-conscious about her own size.

Recently, advertisements for MILF MAX had begun to proliferate across the internet like wildfire. These pills claimed to promote growth in women, enhancing not only their height but also their breasts, buttocks, and other feminine features. Despite some known side effects, such as lactation, the pills quickly gained immense popularity, leading women around the globe to embrace them and significantly altering the dynamics between men and women. Intrigued by the potential changes, Akiko decided to give MILF MAX pills a try and ordered a bottle to take home.

You trudged into the house, the weight of the day's work slumping your shoulders. You kicked off your shoes and let out a sigh as the cool floor met your tired feet. The scent of something sweet and floral wafted from the kitchen. Akiko must have been baking again. "Honey, I'm home," you called out, your voice echoing through the quiet house.

A flurry of footsteps pattered down the hall, and Akiko's smiling face popped into view, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the oven. "Welcome home, my love," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I have a surprise for you."

You arched an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "A surprise, huh? What did you whip up this time?"

Akiko giggled, a hint of nerves in her voice. She took your hand, leading you to the kitchen where the aroma of freshly baked goods was even stronger. She was wearing an apron that said "Chef Akiko" in bold letters. The kitchen counter was covered in a mess of flour and various baking utensils, but she seemed to have everything under control. She pointed to a plate of cookies shaped like hearts, each one decorated with intricate lace patterns of frosting. "I made these for you," she said proudly. "But that's not the big surprise. It's something... different."

You leaned in to kiss her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and sugar. "They look amazing, Akiko." You looked around the kitchen, noticing something odd. "But what's that?" You pointed to a white pill bottle on the counter, its large blue label boldly spelling out "MILF MAX." Your eyes widened. "You didn't?"

Her smile turned into a bashful grin as she blushed deeply. She nodded, her eyes wide and hopeful. "I did," she said softly. "I saw them online, and I... I wanted to be more like what you prefer." She looked away, her gaze dropping to the floor. "But I'm scared, what if it doesn't work out?"

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close. "Akiko," you murmured, "you're perfect just the way you are." You kissed the top of her head, feeling her tense in your embrace. "But if this is something you truly want, I'll support you." You let her go gently, reaching for the bottle. "But we should talk about this. What are the side effects? And what happens if you take one?"

Her eyes widened slightly as you held her, her heart fluttering in her chest. She pulled away slightly, looking up at you with hope. "They said it's mostly growth," she whispered, her cheeks still flushed. "My height will increase, and... and my chest size will too. It's supposed to make me... more womanly." She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours. "But there's a chance I'll start... producing milk." She blushed even deeper, her hand unconsciously moving to cover her modest B-cups. "But it's supposed to be safe. Most of the women who took them just felt fuller, more... alive."*

You stroked her hair, feeling the softness of her cheek against your hand. "If it's what you really want, we'll deal with it together. But let's read the instructions carefully, okay?" You took the pill bottle, scanning the small print, noticing the before and after images on the side. The after image depicted a woman with breasts that seemed to defy gravity. "They say you're going to need a lot more than a new wardrobe."

Akiko nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took the bottle from you and read through the instructions. "It says to take one pill with a glass of water, and the effects can be gradual or... or very fast," she said, her voice trailing off. She looked up at you with a mix of anticipation and fear. "I... I don't know if I'm ready." She opened the bottle and fished out a single blue pill and held it between her thumb and forefinger, looking at it as if it were a tiny grenade. The kitchen seemed to shrink around her, the air thick with anticipation.

You placed your hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're in this together, Akiko. If you're not ready, we don't have to do this." You saw the conflict in her eyes, the desired to please you warring with her fear. You leaned down and kissed her, whispering, "I'm here for you, no matter what."*

Akiko's eyes searched yours, the blue pill resting in her trembling hand. She took a deep breath, the smell of sweet cookies and vanilla filling the air around her. "But what if I get too big?" she whispered. "Or what if it hurts?" Despite her fears, the hope in her voice was palpable. You cupped her face in your hands, feeling the warmth of her cheeks. "We'll handle it," you assured her.

With a nod, Akiko brought the pill to her lips, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She took a sip of water, and with a quick look up at you, she swallowed it. She watched you, her eyes wide and expectant, waiting for something to happen. "It's done," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You watched Akiko intently, a mix of excitement and concern etched on your face. You could see the pill sliding down her throat, and you couldn't help but wonder what the next few moments would bring. Her hand lingered on the bottle, fingers lightly tracing the label. She looked so small and vulnerable standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the tools of her domestic craft. You remembered the first time you met her, how she had looked up at you with those same hopeful eyes. The room seemed to hold its breath with you as the seconds ticked by. You squeezed her hand, reassuring her with a soft smile. "No matter what happens," you said, "I'll be here to support you."

Her grip tightened around your hand as she nodded, trying to hold back her anxiety. She took a deep breath, and you could almost see the moment the pill took effect. Her body stiffened, eyes widening as a sensation unlike any other began to spread through her. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the first twinges of growth in her chest. "Oh..." she whispered, her free hand moving to cover her breasts. "They're... growing."

You felt your heart race as you watched the transformation begin. Akiko's breasts swelled beneath her shirt, the fabric stretching to accommodate the sudden influx of size. Her B-cups started to ascend, becoming fuller, more voluptuous. Her shirt strained, the seams whispering a quiet protest as they struggled to contain her newfound volume. She looked up at you with a mix of awe and panic, her eyes pleading for reassurance. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight, but you kept your focus on her comfort, your thumb brushing circles on the back of her hand to calm her nerves. "It's okay, Akiko," you murmured, your voice steady. "Just breathe."

Akiko nodded, her breaths shallow and quick. She watched in the mirror as her chest rose, the fabric of her shirt straining with every inhale. She felt the weight of her breasts shift and grow heavier. Her bra felt tight, the underwire digging into her skin. "Ah," she gasped, her eyes wide as she watched the cups of her bra stretch, the lace threatening to burst. She reached back to unclasp it, but her hands were trembling. The pressure built until the fabric surrendered with a soft pop. Her breasts spilled out, now a full C-cup, the skin taut and sensitive. "It... it hurts a little," she admitted, her voice trembling.

You rushed over to her, your eyes filled with concern. You helped her put off her shirt and remove the bra, tossing it aside gently. You could see the pain and discomfort etched on her face, but there was also something else - excitement. The way she looked at you, her eyes sparkling with a newfound sense of power, made you realize just how much she's been craving this transformation. You gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under your touch. "Let me help you," you murmured. Her skin was warm, and her breasts swollen, the nipples a dark pink and highly sensitive. "We'll get through this together," you said, stroking her hair as you helped her into a more comfortable position.

Her eyes fluttered closed as your touch soothed her, the pain caused by her bra subsiding. She let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on her chest eased. "Thank you," she whispered. Akiko looked down at her new C-cups, her hands cupping the soft mounds tentatively. "They're so... big," she said, her voice filled with wonder. She ran her fingers over the sensitive skin, feeling the weight and fullness of her new breasts. "Ara Ara," she said with a giggle, using a term of endearment she had picked up from anime. Suddenly she widened her eyes, and her cheeks reddened. "They're still growing!"

With every heartbeat, her breasts swelled further, filling her palms. She watched in amazement as they ascended to D-cups, the soft flesh spilling over the edge of her hands. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks, and she felt the beginnings of a strange tingling sensation. "It's starting," she murmured, her cheeks flushing. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - a delicious ache that seemed to resonate through her entire body.

You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of her growth. You had always found her small, cute breasts beautiful, but this... it was like watching a perfect sculpture come to life before your eyes. The way her tiny hands clung to her new large curves, the way her skin stretched and changed, it was all so fascinating. You cleared your throat, trying to remember what you should do next. "How does it feel?" you asked, your voice a bit raspy.

Her eyes met yours, and she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. Without warning, she threw her head back and let out a loud, guttural moan. Her body started to stretch upwards, her legs elongating and pushing her onto her tiptoes. She grew taller, inch by inch, her remaining clothes straining against her new, bigger frame. "It feels... amazing," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. The fabric of her pants tightened around her thighs as they stretched, and you could see the unmistakable outline of her arousal. Her eyes glazed over with desire, and she moaned louder, her body seemingly unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her.

You watched in amazement as Akiko grew before your eyes, the MILF MAX pill clearly working its magic. She was now at least 5' 5" (165 cm), her legs long and curvy, her hips wider. Her breasts were now an E-cup, bouncing slightly with her every move. You couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over you as you saw how much she was enjoying this transformation. "Keep going," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. You wanted to touch her, to feel her newfound power, but you were afraid to interrupt the process.

Akiko’s eyes rolled back as she grew another inch, her chest heaving with every breath she took. Her breasts now filled her palms, the weight of them feeling like heaven. She moaned louder, her voice echoing through the kitchen. “It’s so intense,” she managed to get out between gasps. The fabric of her pants strained against her hips, a clear outline of her growing arousal visible. She took another deep breath, and with it came a new wave of growth, pushing her to 5' 7" (170 cm). Her breasts, now a F-cup, pressed tightly against her clothes, making her even more excited. “I’m... I’m going to be so big,” she panted, her voice filled with lust.

As Akiko grew more and more voluptuous, you felt your body responding in kind. Your heart raced, and a warmth started to spread from your core, making its way down to your groin. You tried to focus on her comfort and the incredible transformation she was going through, but you couldn’t deny the effect she was having on you. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady as you spoke. "You're beautiful, Akiko," you said, your voice a little hoarser than usual.

Akiko's eyes flew open at your compliment, a shy smile spreading across her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths coming in quick pants. She could feel her breasts continuing to swell, reaching G-cup, the sensation now bordering on overwhelming. She'd never felt so alive, so powerful. The fabric of her pants was now painfully tight, her arousal obvious as it strained against the material. She looked down at herself, her eyes wide with amazement and lust. "I can feel it," she whispered, her voice a whimper. "Every part of me is growing." She grew another 2 inches taller, now at 5' 9" (175 cm), and arched her back, her breasts lifting with the movement. "They're so... so heavy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, as she leaned into you, her large breasts pressing against your chest, leaving no doubt about her excitement.

You felt her heart pounding through her chest, her breath hot against your neck as she nuzzled closer. The smell of vanilla from her hair mixed with the scent of her arousal, making your head spin. You cupped her face in your hands, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. "How do you feel?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from betraying how much you were turned on by this.

As the potency of the MILF MAX pill continued to surge through Akiko's veins, she started to feel an intense warmth spreading from her chest, enveloping her entire being. Her breath caught as she felt a new sensation within her breasts—a heavy, fullness that seemed to be growing by the second. Her eyes widened with astonishment as she looked down to see her G-cups swelling into H-cups. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the first droplets of milk bead at her nipples. Akiko's eyes locked onto yours, a wild, desperate look in them as she reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she touched her right breast. A soft moan escaped her as she felt the weight of the milk inside, the sensation causing her to grow another 2 inches, now standing at an impressive 5' 11" (180 cm). The pressure was unbearable, and she couldn’t resist the urge to pinch and play with her swollen, sensitive nipples. A thin stream of milk started to flow from them. She gasped, her cheeks flushing even darker. "It's... it's happening… The… the… the milk," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "They're... they're getting so full!"

You stood there, watching Akiko's transformation unfold before you, feeling the room heat up with the intensity of her growth. Her H-cups spilled over her hands, the fabric of her pants straining dangerously as her body stretched and expanded. The sound of the material tearing was like a siren's call to the primal part of you, and you found yourself fighting the urge to rip it all away. But you kept your composure, watching as she played with her engorged nipples, the sight of her milk flowing setting your own desires ablaze. Her eyes were a mix of pleasure and panic, her body adjusting to the sudden influx of hormones and sensations. You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear. "You're doing so well, Akiko," you murmured, your voice a low growl. "Keep going. Show me how much you've grown." You couldn't help but trace your fingers down her side, feeling the new curves and contours of her body. Her skin was hot, her breathing rapid. Her breasts were now a staggering H-cup, leaking a small, delicious river of her sweet, sweet milk.

Akiko's breath hitched as she felt the next wave of growth surging through her body, more intense than the previous ones. Her breasts swelled even further, reaching an I-cup, and the sensation of milk inside them surged like a torrent. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her body arching as if pulled by invisible strings. The sound echoed through the kitchen, a symphony of pleasure and pain that filled the air. Her legs quivered as she grew another 2 inches, now standing at 6' 1" (185 cm). Her eyes locked onto yours, pupils dilated with desire. "Oh, it's too much," she cried out, her voice strained. "But I... I want more!"

With a wild look in her eyes, Akiko's gaze darted back to the bottle of MILF MAX pills on the counter. Her pupils were dilated, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. Her swollen I-cup breasts ached with need, and she could feel the power coursing through her body. Without a word, she reached out for another pill, her hand shaking with excitement. Bringing it to her mouth, she took it with a gulp of water, and you watched as the kitchen lights seemed to dim, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as her body prepared for the next wave of growth.

As the effects began to take hold, her breasts swelled even more, pushing her to a J-cup. Her back arched further, and the fabric of her pants strained against the pressure of her expanding hips. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she felt the pill dissolving in her stomach, releasing a new flood of growth hormones. Her skin stretched tightly over her new curves, and you could see the veins pulsing with power just beneath the surface.

Her body jolted as she grew another 3 inches, now standing at 6' 4" (193 cm). Her breasts continued to balloon, reaching a K-cup, and she let out a guttural moan that filled the room, the sound bouncing off the walls and sending a shiver down your spine. Lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, her hands clutched at her chest, desperately trying to contain the ever-growing mounds. You could see the milk flowing freely from her nipples, glistening as it painted her stomach and thighs in a radiant sheen. Her body was a testament to the power of the pills, and with every inch she gained, her confidence seemed to blossom. "Oh, God, it's so... much!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion.

You stepped closer to her, your hand hovering over her swollen K-cups. "Are you okay?" you asked, your voice tight with restrained desire. You wanted to touch her, to be part of this incredible experience, but you didn’t want to overwhelm her. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she nodded frantically, a pleading look filling her gaze.

Akiko's body trembled with the next wave of growth as her breasts ascended to L-cups. The pressure was exquisite, and she could feel her body stretching to accommodate her new size. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her chest heaving. "It's too much," she gasped, "but I can't... I can't stop!"

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Akiko's hand slid down to her throbbing clit, the wet fabric of her pants the only barrier to the relief she craved. She began to rub, her movements frantic and desperate. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a scream that could shatter glass, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. The room seemed to spin as she felt herself shooting upwards, her breasts spilling milk in a torrent that drenched your face and chest. Her body stretched and expanded rapidly, adding inches to her height in mere seconds. Now a towering giantess at 6' 11" (211 cm), her L-cups had swollen to a ludicrous M-cup size. She stood before you, a vision of unbridled sexual power and beauty.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, Akiko stopped her frantic ministrations and straightened up. She took a deep, shuddering breath and looked down at you, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and hunger. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned forward, her massive M-cup breasts swaying gently with the movement. The room seemed to shrink around you as she brought her face closer to yours, the scent of her arousal and the sweetness of her milk enveloping you. "I want you to taste," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. (Picture)

You felt the heat of her breath against your skin as she leaned in, her breasts brushing against you. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, you leaned down and captured one of her leaking nipples in your mouth, the warm milk spilling onto your tongue. It was sweet and creamy, a taste that was both familiar and foreign. Akiko's moan of pleasure vibrated through her body, and you sensed her milk production increase in response. "Mm, delicious," you murmured, swirling your tongue around her areola and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your touch.

Her body jolted as you took her nipple into your mouth, the sensation of your tongue against the sensitive peak sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Akiko's eyes rolled back, and she let out a long, shaky moan. She felt her breasts swell even more, now a massive N-cup, the weight of them pulling her even closer to you. Her hand moved to the back of your head, guiding you to her other breast, urging you to drink from her. The warm milk flowed freely, soaking your chest and stomach. Her legs wobbled slightly; the growth made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. "More," she whispered, her voice needy. "Please, don't stop." The room seemed to spin around her, the world reduced to the sensation of your mouth on her body. Pill-induced climax was building within her, and the feeling of her breasts growing even larger only heightened the intensity.

You suckled eagerly at her breasts, the taste of her milk driving you wild. You couldn’t believe her size now, standing at a staggering 6' 11" (211 cm), with breasts so large they seemed to have a life of their own. Moving your hand to cup the base of one, you felt the weight of her newfound size in your palm. Looking up at her, your eyes glazed over with desire, you murmured between mouthfuls, "You're so beautiful, Akiko."

Her body responded to your praise, growing another 2 inches to 7' 1" (216 cm), her breasts reaching an unprecedented O-cup size. You felt your own arousal peaking, and you couldn’t help but press your hardening cock against her massive thigh.

Akiko's eyes fluttered open, watching you through a haze of pleasure. Her hands gently guided your face, pushing her breasts further into your eager mouth. "It's so much," she moaned, feeling her body stretch to accommodate the growth. The fabric of her now extremely tight pants was soaked with her milk and your precum, the scent of arousal filling the air. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every touch sending electric sparks through her. As you suckled, her nipples hardened further, filling your mouth even more, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She reached down, her fingers brushing against the bulge in your pants. "Let me," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

You felt Akiko's hand against your crotch, her gentle touch sending waves of heat through your body. You released her nipple with a soft pop and looked up into her eyes. They were filled with a fiery passion you had never seen before, and it was all because of the power she now possessed. Nodding, you allowed her to undo your pants, her delicate touch surprisingly firm. As your cock sprang free, she gasped at the sight of your hardness, her own desire mirrored in her gaze.

She sank to her knees, her breasts—now O-cups—swaying with the movement, and took you into her mouth. The warmth and wetness enveloping you felt heavenly, and you couldn’t help but let out a moan of your own. Her tongue swirled around your shaft as she grew another inch, reaching 7' 2" (218 cm), her breasts swelling to a P-cup. The sensation of her mouth and the weight of her breasts pressing against you was overwhelming.

Akiko's eyes lit up with excitement as she took your cock into her mouth, feeling it throb against her tongue. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. Her breasts continued to grow, now reaching a Q-cup, the weight making it harder to balance as she knelt before you. She felt your hand in her hair, guiding her, and the sensation of dominance sent a shiver down her spine. Her body responded to your touch, growing another inch to 7' 3" (221 cm). Her mouth was filled with your length, and she could feel the milk leaking from her nipples, pooling on the floor beneath her.

She moaned around you, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. The pressure in her breasts became unbearable, and she sensed a new wave of growth approaching. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she didn’t stop; her newfound size and power made her insatiable.

You gripped her hair a little tighter as you felt her mouth working on you, the sensation of her tongue and teeth sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her breasts were growing now so massive that they pressed against your legs, compelling you to reach down and squeeze them. You moaned her name, lost in the moment, as she continued to suck and lick. Just as you were on the edge of a powerful climax, she suddenly pulled away, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and need.

"My turn," she said, her voice low and seductive. She stood, her breasts now R-cups, and lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter.

Her gentle dominant side came to the forefront as she took charge, her new height and size giving her a commanding presence. She unbuttoned your shirt, her massive R-cup breasts jiggling with every movement. You watched in awe as she climbed up and straddled you, her hips swaying, milk still dripping from her nipples. Leaning in, her breath warm against your skin, she whispered, "I want you to fill me up." Her hands roamed over your chest, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You couldn’t believe the change in her, the way she had taken control. You nodded eagerly, your heart racing. "Yes, Akiko," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. She smiled, and you felt the counter shift under her weight as she ground against you. Her wetness coated your stomach, and you reached down to stroke her folds, feeling her body quiver in response.

Akiko's eyes glazed over with pleasure as she felt your hands on her. Her body had grown to a towering 7' 4" (224 cm), her R-cup breasts now a ludicrous S-cup, threatening to spill over the counter. She moaned as your fingers explored her, the sensation of her growth only heightening her arousal. Reaching back, her long fingers unhooked her pants and slid them down her legs along with her panties. "I need you," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.

Her breasts pressed into your chest, leaving wet trails of milk as she leaned in to kiss you. Her tongue danced with yours, and she could taste her own milk on your lips. The scent of her desire filled the room, and she grew another inch to 7' 5" (226 cm), her breasts swelling to a T-cup. She ground her pelvis against you, her need becoming more urgent.

You moaned into her mouth, the heat between you palpable. You felt the head of your cock nudge against her wetness, and she gasped, her breasts jiggling. Breaking the kiss, you whispered, "Let me in, Akiko."

Akiko's eyes blazed with desire as she nodded, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. She leaned back slightly, giving you the space needed. You positioned yourself at her entrance, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. With a gentle push upwards, you smoothly slid into her, her tightness wrapping around you like a warm, wet glove. She let out a soft cry, her body jolting with pleasure. You watched in amazement as her breasts grew yet again, reaching an unbelievable U-cup size, the weight of them pushing against the counter. Her walls tightened around you as she grew another inch to 7' 6" (229 cm). Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back. "Ah, yes, yes, more," she begged, her voice a symphony of need.

As if unable to contain herself, Akiko's hips began to buck wildly, her oversized breasts slapping against your chest with each powerful movement. You felt her body swell again, her breasts reaching an unimaginable V-cup, the weight of them pressing you against the countertop. Her movements grew more erratic and intense, her body seemingly out of control, driven by the growth and her insatiable lust. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she impaled herself on you, her moans turning into a series of desperate gasps for air. "I need you," she rasped, her voice strained and animalistic.

In the midst of her passionate frenzy, Akiko's hand shot out and grabbed the bottle of MILF MAX pills. She tipped her head back, her mouth open wide, and popped a handful of them into her mouth. Her eyes never left yours, a wild look of defiance and desire. Without missing a beat, she brought her massive, milk-soaked V-cup tit to her lips and took several deep, powerful gulps, the pills slipping down her throat with the sweet, creamy liquid. Her breasts grew even more substantial, now reaching a monstrous W-cup, the skin stretching tight as her milk production skyrocketed. She let out a moan that was more of a roar, the vibrations of it echoing through the kitchen, and you watched in amazement as she swallowed the potent cocktail of growth and desire.

With a feral growl, Akiko's hips began to pound against yours, the force of her movements threatening to shatter the counter beneath you. Each slam of her giant W-cup breasts sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel the wood starting to crack under the pressure. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and you watched as she grew even taller before your eyes. Her legs grew longer, pushing her up to 7' 8" (234 cm), her breasts swelling to a staggering X-cup. The room seemed to shrink around her as she leaned back, her back arched in pleasure, and you felt the counter groan beneath the weight of her growing body. The sound of wood splintering was a symphony to your ears as she grew another 7 inches, now standing at 8' 4" (254 cm), her breasts reaching an Y-cup.

You grabbed onto her giant hips, trying to keep her steady as she grew even more substantial before your eyes. Her Y-cup breasts were so massive that they completely obscured your view of her face, and the sensation of them slapping against your chest was driving you wild. You felt her muscles tighten around your cock as she grew to 8' 11" (272 cm), her breasts reaching a Z-cup, and you knew she was close to climaxing.

Akiko's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with lust. "I can't... I can't hold it," she gasped out, her breaths coming in short bursts. Her body was a taut bowstring, ready to snap. You could feel her walls clenching around you as she grew another 3 inches to 9' 1" (277 cm), her Z-cups swelling into an unheard-of A2-cup size. You were soaked with her milk, and the counter beneath you was a wreck of splintered wood. "I'm going to... I'm going to come," she warned, her voice a desperate whine.

You felt the warmth of your climax filling her, and that was the tipping point. Akiko threw her head back and screamed your name, the sound echoing through the house. Her body convulsed around you, her muscles spasming with the intensity of her orgasm. She exploded in size. Her breasts grew so large, now an incredible C2-cup, that they engulfed your face, leaving you gasping for air. Her pleasure was so intense that she grew another 15 inches, reaching 10' 4" (315 cm), and her orgasm seemed to last forever, her body quivering uncontrollably with each pulse of her release.

Even as her body shuddered with the aftershocks of her climax, Akiko continued to ride the waves of pleasure. Her hips undulated, her massive C2-cup breasts swaying in a mesmerizing dance. The sensation of her tightness around you didn't diminish, and you felt yourself hardening again. Her eyes searched yours, and she whispered, "Don't stop, please." It was as if she had ascended to some divine plane of existence, her movements a sacred ritual. Her skin was flushed, and she glowed with the power of her new size.

You leaned back, letting her breasts envelop you once more, your face buried in the softness of her flesh. You could feel the warmth of her skin, the gentle powerful beat of her heart beneath your cheek, and the sweet scent of her milk. Your hands found their way to her nipples, now the size of avocados, and you began to knead them gently, feeling her body react to your touch. Her breath hitched, and she grew another 5 inches to 10' 9" (328 cm), her breasts reaching a D2-cup size constantly leaking rivers of hot milk between your palms. Her legs, now long and powerful, wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper into her warm, welcoming embrace.

Akiko's breath caught in her throat as she felt your hands on her giant swollen nipples, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. The feeling of your cock still inside her, combined with the tender care of your touch, was intoxicating. "More," she begged, her voice a needy whine. She felt herself growing again, this time to an E2-cup, the weight of her breasts becoming almost too much to handle. The pressure built within her, and she could feel another orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

You couldn't believe the feeling of her body growing around you, the warmth and softness of her E2-cup breasts against your face. You began to thrust into her with renewed vigor, feeling the heat of her desire. You felt her muscles tighten around you as she grew to 11' 4" (346 cm), her breasts now a F2-cup, and you knew she was on the edge. "I'm going to make you cum again, Akiko," you murmured against her skin, your voice thick with lust.

Akiko's eyes snapped wide open, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading over the edge of the kitchen counter. A primal scream tore from her throat, a mix of pleasure and pain as she climaxed again. Her body convulsed, and a torrent of milk shot from her nipples, painting the whole kitchen white. Her breasts grew even larger, reaching a staggering G2-cup, and the room echoed with the sound of your flesh slapping against hers. The force of her orgasm was so intense that she grew another 6 inches, now a towering 12' 0" (366 cm) giantess, her breasts threatening to fill the entire space.

The room fell silent except for the sound of Akiko's heavy, ragged breaths and constant stream of milk. She had stopped moving, her massive G2-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath, creating a sea of soft flesh around you. You were completely buried beneath her, unable to see or move. The warmth and weight of her body was overwhelming, and you felt the last vestiges of her orgasm through her still-throbbing walls. Her breaths grew deeper, more controlled, and she began to lift herself off you, her breasts receding from your face. She looked down at you with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her voice now a deep, velvety purr that seemed to resonate through the air.

You nodded, a bit dazed, taking in deep breaths of the sweet-scented air. "Yeah," you managed to croak out, your voice hoarse. "That was... intense." You watched as Akiko, now standing at 12' 0" (366 cm), gently climbed off the counter, her giant breasts leading the way. You took a moment to appreciate the sheer scale of her transformation. Her body was a landscape of curves and softness, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and desire for the giant woman you loved.

Akiko's smile grew as she watched you regain your composure, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's move to the living room," she suggested, her G2-cup breasts jiggling with the idea. "It's more spacious."

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i love you. it's ruining my life. (MV33)

✰ max verstappen x popstar!ex!reader ✰

summary: you and max have been broken up for four years now, going no contact for the entirety of those years. never bothering to contact eachother but he invites you to one of his races one day after the last show of your tour, who were you to say no?

genre: angst (im sorry)

wc: 3k

a/n: AHHH, THIS WAS WAS A DOOZY!!!!! i loved writing this (i mostly just like hurting myself more than anything). kind of dark themes tho, ooc max bc he vvv loving and would never cheat on his lover. thank you so much for 100 followers btw!!!!!! i wrote this as a 100 follower special :3 thank you so much for my supporting my short journey as a tumblr writer, you guys inspire me to write even more for you guys. can you imagine that's it's been a week of writing and i've already gained 100 followers?? i love you guys so much.

warnings: mentions of existing relationship with kelly, cheating

"thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up. another fortnight lost in america." - taylor swift, 'fortnight'

isn't it ironic that careers can really separate you from what truly made you, you? being a popstar, touring for months on end, surrounding yourself with new people, new opportunities, made it hard for you to reconnect with the people that helped you from day one.

it wasn't like you cut them off, or stopped talking to them. you tried. you really tried, but sometimes life goes on and people forgive and forget. your old life before you started your career was slowly being etched away and replaced with new pieces.

and maybe that was a bad thing.

"on stage in 2 minutes," a voice snapped you out of your trance, you looked up. you looked amazing in your sparkly dress, it was the last leg of your tour and you were touring in europe.

you had been offered to attend a formula one race this weekend after all of your shows had been concluded, you've been thinking about it, but you're not sure you want to go. one of the people from said past was in attendance and you're not sure if you wanted to immerse yourself in that again.

you didn't think about it for long though, you were due for a show and a show was what you're going to give.

it wasn't long until the weekend, friday to be exact and you had accepted the offer of being on the formula one paddock, you knew that a certain ex-boyfriend was going to be there, racing on the track and you were invited personally by him, which was why you were so skeptical to go.

POPSTAR Y/N BREAKS UP WITH F1 DRIVER MAX VERSTAPPEN.

you remembered the headlines, you remembered what you let go of but seeing someone you still loved after your break up almost four years ago stung a little bit.

you couldn't blame him though, you were the one to break things off all those years ago. it wasn't because you had a terrible relationship with him, but it was more because you both didn't have time for eachother and you could see it in his face everytime you came home to monaco after a long show.

"i miss you, when can you finally stay and actually stay awhile?" max's face looked pitiful and you could only look down at your feet, you felt guilty. you wanted this career, he pushed you for this career but sometimes you wished that you could split yourself in two to cater to both his needs and yours.

you look back up at him, locking eyes with his stormy blue eyes, "i don't know maxie, maybe next month? i don't really have a schedule for next month, i can stay in monaco with you for awhile—"

"you said that last month, when are you actually going to be free schatje?"

"max, i can't give you a definite timeline—"

"what's the point of me being in a relationship with you when i can barely see you?"

it hurt to hear those words come out of his mouth.

maybe that's when you finally realized that he deserved someone normal, someone who wasn't a famous singer and could actually spend time and be there for him.

but here you were, amidst the paddock with a singular security guard because you didn't think you needed more than one, considering security around the paddock was tight in of itself.

the red bull's garage had been nice to you, offering you anything you possibly could need while being on a grand prix, you had politely declined any type of special treatment though, wanting to feel like a person for once in your life.

you wouldn't say your job is the hardest in the world, never. doing what you loved while meeting all of your fans was going to be the highlight of your day, but sometimes the job came with crazy fans that would invade your privacy for selfish reasons, and it made you a tiny bit stressed.

you remember starting out from the netherlands, starring in small gigs before getting signed to a mega corporation in america, which was when you moved. you slowly lost contact with your friends, but you were sure they were proud of you although you weren't proud that you lost contact with them.

you knew that if you contacted them that it would be awkward, there was just no way they would even remember you, right?

you were walking about aimlessly around the paddock, it was free practice day which meant that after the allotted time of the free practice, drivers were free to roam around the paddock however they wanted. you were scared on what you had to face today.

you told yourself to just keep calm, take whatever you got this weekend and just react like a sane person.

saturday came and went, you attended the paddock to watch the qualifying session, of course, max came out on top. was it even a surprise to you? you knew he was the best of the best, you never expected less of him, even after all these years.

sunday was here and maybe it was the anxiety, but you felt like throwing up when you saw max approach you.

"y/n, it's good to see you."

god, those eye-smiles. you could never get tired of them.

"hi max, congrats on starting out pole for this weekend," you told him as you shook hands with him, he was all smiles.

it felt good to see him happy.

"how has the paddock been treating you?" max asked, gesturing all around him, "have you tried the food? it's really good."

you nod as you let go of his hand, clasping it with your other hand, a nervous habit, "yeah, the food's good. how have you been? i haven't talked to you in awhile," a nervous laugh bubbled up from your throat, you were nervous to see him, maybe it was those damn butterflies in your stomach that you couldn't get rid of when he looked at you with those blue eyes of his.

"i know, you've been quite busy right?" max laughed at you, he felt silly conversing with his ex-girlfriend like this, like they didn't have a past.

you could only nod and smile back at him, shoulders tense, "yeah, touring's been eventful. it's the last leg of the tour so i decided to come, thank you for the invite by the way, i really appreciate—"

"max, who's this?" a voice came from behind you, quite condescending if you did say so yourself, cutting you off, you turned your head around to see his girlfriend and his girlfriend's child coming into view, walking towards max and wrapping max with her arm as a possessive embrace.

max kissed her cheek, and that hurt. you didn't want to know why, but you knew. he spoke up afterwards, "this is y/n, she's a singer. i wanted her to come because she had a show here, thought the timing was quite convenient for her. y/n, this is my girlfriend, kelly piquet. she's a model."

you extended your hand as a form of hello before introducing yourself, "hello, i'm y/n—"

"yeah, i know who you are," kelly cut you off again, you were quite taken aback by the hostility, your hand left hanging but then again, max was talking to one of his ex-girlfriends. you thought you would react the same way, so you didn't take it too much to heart. her face was something you'd describe as an angry, possessive tiger, brows furrowed, frown on full display.

"i didn't mean to take time away from your boyfriend. i was just having a little chat pre-race," you tried to give her a smile while returning your hand back to your side, but kelly was adamant about standing her ground.

little penelope was looking at you like she had stars in her eyes, you smiled at her. as if it was a sign of whether she should speak up, she starting speaking to you directly, "hi, i really love your songs. do you think you can stay in the red bull garage and we can take pictures together?"

you giggle and bend down to her level and pat her head, "hi little p, of course we can take pictures together— that's if your mother lets me," you acknowledged that this little girl was no ordinary little girl and was your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's child.

"can we all talk in private please?" kelly excused the three of them away before you could even give her a response but you understood her. standing back up before walking off deeper into the paddock.

MAX'S POV

"i don't understand why you would invite her!" kelly was pacing around the motorhome, here we were fifteen minutes before race start and here my girlfriend was still yelling over something that happened two hours ago.

"kelly, i just thought it was a good idea. i wanted to invite her because i know p was such a big fan of hers—"

"she's your ex for god's sake, max!" kelly yelled out yet again, "why would i ever approve of her coming to one of your races? let alone be near to p??" her pacing was more feverish now, like she was scared.

i could only sigh, honestly i wasn't too worried about this problem at the moment. the only thing on my mind was the race and only the race.

"look, can we talk about this when i've finished with my race? i really need to focus and you keeping me locked up in here isn't going to help with it," i stood up from my seat, i didn't want to hear anything else come out of her mouth other than a 'okay' and letting me walk out of here.

"don't you think our relationship is at stake here—?"

"if you don't let me go out into the garage, then we're nothing kelly," i say with finality, i wasn't going to let her ruin a race, "i told you, we will solve and talk about this issue later, but you chose to lock me up in here. there will be nothing to salvage if you don't let me do my job."

kelly wordlessly stepped out of the way of the door and let me go, thankfully just with enough time where i could run down and get into the garage, getting me in racing gear.

thankfully the red bull mechanics and officials were understanding enough to let me rush and get inside of my car, getting into the chasis just at the right moment where we would need to drive out.

it was going to be a fine race for me. i knew it. i had enough confidence in myself to know whether i could win a race, and this was one of them.

"and that's p1 max, great race," gp was in my ear, i was proud of myself for winning, but kelly was gnawing the back of my mind. although, the first face i saw when i got out of the car was y/n's.

it felt like my heart stopped beating, i thought i got rid of those stupid butterflies ages ago, but nothing ever beat seeing her smile after i finished a race. she looked so beautiful, so ethereal but i washed those thoughts out of my head.

i had a girlfriend.

i can't run up and hug her because she's my ex. i have a loving relationship in front of me. what was i thinking?

kelly was nowhere to be found in the celebratory pit, i thought that maybe she was still too angry to face me at the moment. it stung a little bit, but she'll get over it. i'm sure.

the night moves on fast, and somehow i found myself still in the garage fixing a few things with the sim, most of the mechanics and staff were long gone. with kelly nowhere to be found. sometimes i felt bad, for still harboring feelings for an ex that left me four years ago.

my relationship with her felt so different with kelly's...

she was like fresh air you would breathe after exiting a club in the middle of the night, the smoke that clouded the air dissipating almost instantly after that fresh air hit your lungs. somehow, even four years later i still find her in little things i do everyday.

against my better judgement, i picked up my phone and i gave her a call.

"hello?"

i breathed out a sigh of relief when i realized she hadn't changed her phone number yet.

"it's me," were the words that left my lips, "you wanna come celebrate with me tonight?" i was picking on my jeans, i didn't want her to say no. i just wanted to spend a little time with her.

"what about your girlfriend? isn't she going to be even more upset with you—"

"can we not talk about her right now?" i closed my eyes and leaned back against the chair i was sitting on, hearing her voice again after a long time just... it felt right.

"max..."

"don't... just don't. i know what you're gonna say and i know it's wrong but i just... i can't do this today. i just won today and the first face i saw was yours, she didn't bother to show up. you can't tell me how to feel, y/n," i rubbed my temples, "meet me in the lobby of my hotel tonight. i just wanna see you."

"if i say okay, will this be a one-time thing?" y/n asked, i could hear the soft rustles of her moving things around, she was probably already in her hotel, resting from her tour when i had called.

"better yet, just drop the address of where you're staying. i'll come to you."

the first thing max did when he saw you was crash his lips into yours, you wanted to push him away, be the better person and tell him that he has a girlfriend but your arms couldn't do it.

your lips disconnected after awhile, he was breathing heavy, face flushed, hands all over you, "i've missed you."

you hum a response, you could barely get out a response when you feel his lips on yours again, this was wrong. all the alarms in your body were telling you to push him off, to yell at him, to reprimand him for basically cheating on his girlfriend.

but you didn't.

and maybe that made you a bad person, but at the moment you didn't care. you just wanted to feel him once more.

you woke up the next morning, cuddled up against max, both of you bare and indecent. he hadn't left yet, maybe he didn't want to leave.

the reality of last night crashed down onto you as you realized what you've done.

"max?"

"yes, schatje?"

the little nickname he gave you never went away. he used to call you that all the time but the feelings that came with it was no longer endearment but horror.

"you need to get back to your girlfriend, i don't think i can do this," you unwrap yourself from his grasps and sit up, back facing him, tears filling your eyes.

"woah, woah. schatje—"

"please, max. i feel like shit. you have a girlfriend and i just slept with you. last night was a mistake," you breathed out and hugged your knees close to your chest. you felt his hand on your back.

"y/n, what are you saying—" you cut him off before he could say anything else.

"i can't give you what you want max. we can't be together anymore. our story ended four years ago, please don't make this mistake. you're going to regret it," you quickly got up and away from his close proximity and got dressed.

you didn't know how to face him anymore.

"can we please talk about it at least? you can't lie and say that you don't feel the same way i do," max's voice came from behind you, you were pacing around the room, you were stressed. he was sitting there, shirtless with his pants on now.

"i do max! and that's the worst part because i knew you're in a relationship but i still let this happen. i am a horrible person. i love you and it's slowly ruining my life. i should've known better!" you turn around to face him, your face red, tears streaming down your face.

max could only sigh and raked a hand through his hair, "schatje..."

"we can't be together max, you know it. i can never give you what she gives you. she can be with you almost all the time max, you threw that all away for me? for someone who can't give you time of day?!" you sob into your hands.

you felt arms wrapping around you as you sob into his embrace.

MAX VERSTAPPEN BREAKS UP WITH GIRLFRIEND KELLY PIQUET ONLY AFTER A FEW MONTHS OF BEING TOGETHER.

you scroll past that headline as you got ready for your appearance to promote your new album, it came out two days ago and you were to debut the new songs on jimmy kimmel.

the tortured poets department.

you hadn't talked to max ever since that night, ever since he tenderly kissed your forehead and told you it was going to be okay and that he would figure it out. he had been blowing up your phone, asking to meet but you didn't have it in your heart to meet him after destroying his relationship like that.

that was two months ago.

you were due on stage in around an hour and that's where you would sing your heart out, leaving whatever pieces of your old self behind when you slept with max for the final time.

"i love you, it's ruining my life. i touched you for only a fortnight."

hello! thank u for reading this fic hehe, hope u guys enjoyed it. thank you again for 100 followers!!!!

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Grid Uncles Ⓢ

SUMMARY: Max brings his first daughter to the grid for the first time and it doesn't go exactly as he imagined. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse

WARNINGS: None? Too much fluff.

A/N: This was requested over to me on Wattpad and it's a series I've expanded on over there which I thought to bring over to tumblr since I love it so much ;)

"But what about this one? You love wearing this one because it looks like Papa right?" Max held up the tiny Red Bull shirt in his hands. 

You laughed watching your daughter giggle laughing at her dad too adamant about wearing her orange McLaren shirt gifted to her by her uncle Wando as she called him still having trouble pronouncing her Ls. 

"What even is this? My own daughter cheering for the rival team?" Max turned to you. 

You shrugged. "You made her a fan, she picked a team, now deal with the consequences." 

"Papa up." Your daughter giggled making grabby hands at her dad too oblivious to how offended he was with her choice of attire. 

Max had been waiting for this day for the longest time, the day he'd finally be able to take his first daughter to work with him. When Lea was born you'd agreed that you would wait until she was at least 2 to take her to a race and since she turned 2 just before the Monaco GP Max thought it was the best race to take her being home. If she got too overwhelmed you'd agreed that you'd walk her back home and have her watch the race from your balcony like you'd done the year before. 

Cherishing every moment Max had with her Lea hadn't yet met the other drivers except for Daniel (Lea's godfather), Lando, and Checo who had been amazing at helping Max navigate the nerves of being a first-time parent. 

But practically from the day Lea was born, Max had put on races for her, despite the fact she couldn't physically watch them yet he put them on and you'd noticed that when Max was away for races Lea would find comfort in watching races stopping her from crying when she was having rough days. 

So Lea was beyond excited even though you were almost sure she hadn't quite grasped this sport's magnitude. Yes, Lea would watch Max on TV putting on his helmet and driving around and shouting Papa whenever he or his car would appear on screen but besides that, she truly had no idea about the other aspects of it, the loud noises and the crowds you were extremely nervous about. 

"Ready to go, love?" Max walked to you holding your daughter in his arms. 

"Ye-" 

"Yes, papa go." Lea interrupted answering the question as if it was meant for her. 

"I'm papa's love Lea." You spoke to your daughter. 

"No mama! My papa." Lea furrowed her brows wrapping her tiny arms around Max's neck possesively. 

Max laughed and your jaw dropped 'offended' at your daughter's attitude. This had been a problem for the last couple of weeks Lea suddenly became incredibly possessive of Max, not liking when you would hug or kiss and she would get jealous and upset when she caught you doing anything of the sort. 

"She's a daddy's girl just like her mom." Max joked. 

"MAX!" you slapped his shoulder gasping loudly. 

"NO MAMA!" Lea shouted at you upset for hurting her papa. "No hit papa." She started sniffling. 

"Lea I'm sorry Papa said something naughty but I shouldn't have hit him." You tried to comfort your daughter. 

"Papa okay?" Lea cupped Max's cheeks in her tiny hands. 

Max faked a pout. "Papa's okay baby," Max reassured his daughter who turned to glare at you with a pout just like her dad's. 

"Okay, big babies why don't we go before I make anyone else upset." You rolled your eyes at the antics. 

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"You ready?" Max asked you, looking back at you sitting at the back with Lea through the rearview mirror. 

You sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be." despite it being a short way for your and Lea's protection Max had decided to drive into the track. You unstrapped Lea from her seat and waited for Max to come around and open the door for you. 

As soon as he walked out there were already multiple screams and camera flashes calling for his attention. Max opened the car door and took Lea into his arms extending his other arm to help you out and shut the door behind you. 

Max kept a tight grip on you and Lea as you walked into the paddock, luckily Max had asked for extra security and they were closely around you preventing fans and cameramen from getting close to your family. 

"Papa." Lea got upset at all the camera flashes and screams for her dad's name burying her face into her dad's neck. 

"It's okay baby we're almost there." Max started questioning himself, was it a bad idea to bring Lea into a race already? 

You made it into the paddock fairly quickly and you could see Lea's head perk up. "PAPA Unco WANDO!" Lea screamed in joy recognizing the logo from the McLaren building further ahead. 

"We'll see him later Lea." Max laughed cheering up at his daughter's joy. 

She was about to get upset again as you walked into the Redbull motorhome but lucky for you someone came to save the day before Lea could start throwing a tantrum. 

"Oh my god!" Even if he wasn't right around the corner that loud laughter could be heard from a mile away. "Is that my favorite goddaughter?" Daniel asked loudly getting Lea's attention. 

"DANNNYYY!" Lea screamed squirming in her dad's arms as she tugged to get down. 

Max winced at the sharp scream in his ear before placing her down and letting her wobble the rest of the way to her godfather. 

"She's your only goddaughter Daniel." Max reminded his best friend. 

"That's why she's my favorite." Dani's smile looked wider than usual as Lea wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. 

"Yeah well, you're not her favorite." Max was still offended by her choice of attire. 

"Uh, Lea what's this?" Daniel took in her attire. 

"Unco Wando." She clapped excitedly. 

Daniel turned to look at you both disappointed. "You guys obviously didn't meet her expectations she had to be a fan of someone else." You joked. 

"AHHHH PAPA CAR!" Lea screamed excitedly once more as she noticed the 2 cars sitting in the garage. 

"Hello, princess." Checo walked over after hearing Lea's loud personality. 

"Unco Cheto!" Lea smiled high-fiving Checo who held his hand up high for her, he then greeted you and Max. 

"Has she had the tour yet?" Checo asked. 

"Not quite yet, just got her but am planning to do so now." Max smiled excitedly. 

"Lea why don't we go explore?" You asked your daughter still in Dani's arms looking around at everything, her mind must have been working overtime trying to make sense of all the screens, people, and noises. 

She nodded extending her arms and letting herself fall forward into your arms. "We'll see you guys later." You waved goodbye to Dani and Checo for now as you stepped into pitlane to walk along the garages which were still closed for fans and there were only a few cameramen around. 

You started walking down and Charles was the first to spot you. "Oh hello!" Charles walked over greeting Max before greeting you with a kiss on each cheek and finally pinching Lea's cheeks who suddenly got all shy and flustered, her face growing red. 

"Lea say hi." you laughed at her shy personality coming out which was rare in her. 

"hi." She giggled before burying herself in your neck. I guess she wasn't immune to Charles Leclerc's charm either. 

"Lea this is Charles." Max tried to get his daughter to interact. 

"I'm Wea." She finally pried herself away from your body but still avoided Charles's eyes. 

"Wow, what a beautiful name." Charles complimented her which caused her to go into another fit of giggles, you thought it was hilarious but you could see Max didn't find it quite as amusing. Before he could say anything Carlos had appeared. 

"Is this Lea?" Carlos asked excitedly. 

"Yes, it is." You smiled proudly. 

"Wow, hi darling I'm Carlos." He extended his hand.

"Hello." She extended her tiny hand letting him shake it. 

Carlos wasn't able to say much else before her absolute favorite person appeared a few seconds later. 

Everyone was startled covering their ears as Lea let out yet another even louder screech at watching Lando come out of his garage. "UNCO WANDOOOOO" She squirmed in your arms. 

You couldn't let go of her here because of all the cables and machinery around but as soon as Lando heard her yells he didn't hesitate to run over. 

"Wow, that explains the shirt." Carlos laughed. 

As soon as Lando was closer you finally put Lea down who ran with all her might up to her uncle. "My baby." Lando scooped Lea up into his arms. 

"Unco wando," Lea said in the most love-filled tone hugging Lando before laying her head down over his shoulder making everyone aww at the action. 

"I missed you so much." He whispered to her as he walked closer to the group that had formed. 

"wook!" Lea showed him her shirt proudly. 

"Wow, who got you that?" He gasped surprised. 

"You." She laughed at her uncle's antics. 

"Lea, do you want one like this?" Charles asked her pointing at his own shirt. 

"Lea's face went red again this time she hid in Lando's neck. She still nodded fiddling with her shirt nervously. 

"What's this about?" Lando asked unamused too. 

"I think someone has a little crush on Charles." You laughed. 

"No one's allowed to give Lea their team shirt, she won't even wear mine." Max crossed his arms annoyed. "And you stay away from my daughter." Max pointed at Charles who put his hands up in surrender laughing as he walked back into his garage with Carlos.

Lea wouldn't leave Lando's arms now so you continued touring the garage with him, Lea met a few more drivers who all were happy to meet her, Lea especially liked meeting George and Alex but not for them but for their girlfriends who happily played with Lea. Alex and George knew they were in trouble as now their girlfriend's baby fever was high. 

"You have a beautiful family." Daniel patted Max on the back as they watched you placing Lea inside Max's car. 

Max nodded proudly, looking at his wife and daughter with so much love. "Might get a little bigger in a few months." Max broke the news. 

Daniel's head snapped over to his best friend.  "No way," Daniel whispered excitedly. 

Max's eyes beamed proudly just about making out the bump you hid with your puffy dress, watching as you subconsciously placed a hand on your stomach as you leaned down to your daughter's eye level. "Lea's gonna be a big sister," Max confirmed. 

"Congratulations man, you both are amazing parents." Daniel hugged his friend tightly. 

Once Max turned his attention back to you he saw your gaze was meeting his again. You blinked 3 times shutting your eyes a little tighter, a little sign you and Max had made years ago, a way to say I love you when he couldn't hear you over all the noise. Max repeated the action to you, but mouthing those three words to you anyway. 

Everyone might have thought winning a championship was the best feeling in the world for a man so dedicated to motorsports but being able to watch his daughter grow up with the love of his life...he'd give up his entire career just to see that every day. 

[dozyisdead]

I realized this a long time ago, but I will never truly support a team. I support and cheer for drivers, the people individually, because teams and organizations so often do not truly reflect the morals and beliefs of their individuals. At some point, money and bureaucracy take over, and things become muddy. I support drivers, not teams, because…

because Fuck You McLaren for what Daniel went through in 2021 & 2022 and the way he was treated behind the scenes and in the camera view the and the blatant disregard for his mental and physical condition and health, but I love Oscar Piastri with all my heart and how you don’t let the fights on track bother you outside of it and understand that racing is racing and what someone says there is not how they think of your person beyond it.

because Fuck You McLaren for the way you do team orders and how you put so much pressure and strain on your driver’s relationships and I’m talking about Hungary 2024, but Lando Norris you speak so much about mental health and I’m so glad you do because you bring light to a major part of any sport that so many ignore and I thank you for championing it so much.

because Fuck You Red Bull for dropping so many drivers at the flip of a coin because they can’t compare to your other driver’s talents and how you also show such blatant favoritism it’s disgusting and for the way you dealt with Christian Horner, but Max Verstappen is an incredibly kind and intelligent person who was given a bad hand but will not let the cycle repeat, and Daniel Ricciardo is a man who deserves so much more than what he was given and he still smiles and loves this sport with so much it’s terrifying to watch, and how much they have given and gotten back and grow because of who they are.

because Fuck You Williams for treating your drivers so horribly and having such obvious favoritism that it is detrimental to your driver’s health and specifically Fuck You to James Vowels for your insane behavior, but Logan Sargeant you deserve more than you were even given and Alex Albon you were one of the best teammates Logan could have ever asked for, Logan you deserve the world, thank you for opening the door for us.

because Fuck You Mercedes for trying to change who your driver is to fit your image because Valtteri deserved so much more and the way he was sacrificed was disgusting, but Sir Lewis Hamilton you champion so many and give a voice and platform to so many, bring attention to movements that have lacked support and the respect a d compassion you have for your fellow drivers, and how you’ve learned from your past and not let that define your relationships going forward.

because Fuck You Haas for the way you treat your drivers and how you never support them properly and I’m talking about You Gunther Steiner and the hell you put Mick through, but Kevin you did everything just to make it back, working as a welder for a year in a factory to claw your way back, and Mick you are more than just your name you are also a genuinely kind soul who I wish was given more time in multiple ways, and I know it’s hard but you’re doing amazing even if people in the past said otherwise.

because Fuck You Ferrari for the way you bleed your drivers dry and give them nothing while pretending to give them everything and how you cut some off so quickly it’s disgusting, but Charles LeClerc you have a soul that is too old and there is too much pain and sorrow painting your life path already, but you drive for yourself and for others, and you give hope back to those who have wept at Ferrari’s doorstep for generations, and you love with your heart so openly that I cannot help but admire you.

because Fuck You Alpine for the way you have treated drivers and how you have screamed of loyalty while also giving them no reason to be loyal and making their time there more painful that what is worth, but Pierre I know you mourn every second for lives that have been lost and you would scream from the rooftops if you were given a chance and I would hand you a megaphone because you have a rightful reason to.

because Fuck You VCARB for how you also drop drivers but I know it’s because you are a Red Bull subsidiary and how you gloss over how your drivers can be treated and how you try to sensor their anger and emotions, but Yuki Tsunoda I will forever applaud your skill and dedication to your team and sport, and I know it can be so hard being so far away from home in a land so foreign but you have carved out a place for yourself and I know you’ll make your dream of having your own restaurant come true.

because specifically Fuck The FIA for the insanity you decide is right and wrong and for how you let money blind you so much that you decide someone campaigning human rights and safety is a political statement and needs to be shut down.

because I will support people, not the half baked prettily worded lies organizations will tell us.

[runninriot]

missed wiggly wednesday again, so here's a Smutty Steddie Songfic September snippet instead 😇

“I’m telling you, Stevie! That guy had no shame whatsoever. Didn’t even hesitate to pull blank in front of me to show off that ridiculous tattoo right above his dick. It was horrendous! I even offered to cover it up for free but he declined, said the ladies dig it.”

Eddie snorts and shakes his head. The things you have to put up with sometimes in his field of work never ceases to amaze him.

   “But hey, can’t say I didn’t like the overall view. A feast for my imagination. I’ll definitely use it the next time I’m ‘feeling lonely’.”

He uses his fingers to sign quotation marks and wiggles his eyebrows, delighted at the blush creeping up Steve’s cheeks when he realises what Eddie means by that.

Steve’s always been a little shy when it comes to talking about these things but they’ve been friends long enough for him to have gotten used to Eddie’s big, unfiltered mouth.

Eddie loves to rile him up, just a little, never so much that it makes him truly uneasy but enough to get a little kick out of it himself.

Steve’s cute when he blushes.

He’s damn fucking pretty, always, is the thing.

So what if Eddie stares a little too obvious? It’s not his fault Steve is so-

Nevermind.

He averts his gaze, takes a sip from his drink to cool off, giving Steve the chance to change the subject to something else.

  "Sometimes I fuck you in my head."

Eddie splutters his mouthful of beer half over himself, half over the table, can't believe he heard Steve right.

No. That must be a mistake because he can't possibly have said that.

Right?

   "I don't know why, it's just- sometimes when I touch myself, I think of you, you know?"

Eddie does, in fact, not know. Because what?

   "Steve, dude, look at me. Did you take something? Without me?"

He must've. There's no way he'd talk that much bullshit if he was sober. But they've only been here for ten minutes, fifteen max, both still on their first beer and there is no way in hell Steve is already that drunk.

So this must be something else.

Because it is absolutely impossible that his straight best friend would ever fantasize about anything other than boobies and soft lips and long lashes and, hell, maybe even a tight juicy ass – a woman’s ass – to get him going.

Steve Harrington does not think about guys when he touches himself. And most certainly not about Eddie.

He’s messing with him, that must be it. A little revenge for Eddie being insufferable.

   “Hah, that was good, Harrington. For a moment I really thought you’d lost your mind,” Eddie laughs half-heartedly in a weak attempt to cover up the slight tremble in his voice.

    For a second you got me thinking my pining ass died and went to heaven, is the thought he keeps to himself.

Another second goes by and Eddie is still waiting for Steve to laugh, to maybe swat his arm and tell him ‘Ha! Got’cha! You should see your stupid face.’ but that doesn’t happen. Instead, the air thickens and the tension between them makes Eddie nervous.

Then, finally, after what feels like an eternity, Steve opens his mouth.

But somehow, that only makes it worse.

   “Is- is that bad?”

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[hwaslayer]

the space between us three (jyh) | two.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

⇢word count: 4.3k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing, the cliché coffee incident pls forgive me lol, parents pushing expectations, honestly not much but an intro to y/n and her family - bit of a filler chap!

"Can you visit mom and dad this weekend with me?" You nibble on the rest of your ramen while you wait for your brother to respond. You're currently sitting on a table outside near the trees, taking your lunch under the shade.

"Can't. I have plans with the boys."

"Wonwoo." You sigh.

"What? I promise, I'll head up there the weekend after. You can come with if you want. Sorry. I just planned this ahead of time and can't go back on my word now."

"Fine." You sip your water and toss your trash onto your tray before standing and throwing it into the appropriate bins.

"What, has mom and dad been on you again about us not visiting?"

"Kinda, yeah? You know how they always make passive aggressive comments because we don't come to see them often." You grab another cup of coffee, taking your time mixing it with half and half and some sugar. "It's always 'you two are always too busy for your parents!' or a 'it doesn't even take long to visit your parents!'" Your younger brother sighs as you quietly hand over some cash to the mobile coffee shop attendant.

"I know, but they also don't understand we've got our own things going on, too."

"I guess, yeah." You lick your lips and take a small sip, being careful enough to not burn your tongue from the scorching temp. "We really should do better, though."

It's not that your parents were bad. In fact, your parents were amazing. They had brought up both you and your younger brother comfortably and happily, sending you both to the best schools and supporting you until you two were able to fully walk on your own two feet, soar high with your own two wings.

It truly was just life.

You had gotten busy; always working at the hospital, growing from the bottom up, barely taking any of your vacation or sick days. If you did, it was because you had to or else you'd reach your max, or because you truly were rotting away in your death bed from a bad flu or food poisoning.

Otherwise, you were always at work. You were always with your girls. You were always going to lagree or bootcamp style studio classes. You were always doing something to occupy your time— mainly work. And the same thing goes for your brother, younger than you by 2 years.

He's just a boy.

But, he's your brother and you're incredibly close to him. He was always listening, was always good growing up. Would always protect you, especially from dumb boys and fake friends. He got good grades and went to college overseas before moving back home and settling down. Since then, he's always learned how to be on his feet— barely ever staying stationary. He, too, was always out with his boys. Working as a full-time software engineer, working out. Traveling when he gets the chance. Dating every now and then. But, you do love that he's living life and spending time with good people. He seems to have a good balance between his work and personal lives, which makes you happy.

It's just unfortunate that you two can't seem to manage slipping in more time with your parents. You both had agreed to do better about it, especially with your parents getting older.

"Are you still gonna see them this weekend, or are you gonna wait for me?"

"Yeah, I'll pop in for a second. I already told them I'd swing by."

"Hm." He hums. "Tell them we'll stop by for longer next weekend."

"Yeah, after I get the earful first." 

"They won't." He clears his throat. "So, how's work been? Ate lunch well?"

"Yeah, I did. Work's been kinda crazy. They're opening this new department at the main hospital and it's expanding into the pediatrics side, too. We've been gearing up for it."

"Oh, really?" You nod as if your brother can see you.

"Yeah. They've been working with adult patients for their two studies, but they're going to start their pediatrics study soon. Pending on the IRB approval. But, once that's all good, they're hoping to secure their first patient, and we need to have everything ready to go."

"That's pretty cool."

"It is, but kinda hectic. Too many moving parts and people involved. It's a lot to keep up with."

"I'm sure you'll handle it well. You always do." You let out a small sigh before checking your watch and slowly walking back towards the peds hospital. 

"Hope so. Work's been okay for you?" He chuckles.

"Same old! Nothing much has changed. Not like that, anyway."

"I see. So, what happened to that one girl you were seeing recently?"

"Uh, we're just better off as friends."

"Better keep that to yourself before mom starts setting you up on blind dates."

"Same goes for you. She'd probably go for you first. Been tryna marry you off." You roll your eyes.

"It's not my priority and she doesn't get that."

"She wants a grand baby and lowkey, I kinda want a nephew or niece to spoil, too." 

"You're no help." He snorts. "Anyway, I gotta head back to my office and get some work done, I got a big meeting for that new department later today."

"Alright. Well, text me when you get home and try to take it easy."

"I will, you too, punk." Wonwoo chuckles. "Love you."

"Love you too!" And with that, the call ends. Your eyes are glued to your phone as you continue to walk back towards the hospital. The weather isn't too bad today, a slight breeze hitting your skin to balance out the warmth from the sun. You continue to switch between keeping your eyes in front, back down to your phone as you scroll through social media to catch up to things you've missed over the past few hours. When you finally get into view of the familiar building and the side lobby entrance, you slip in and head straight to the elevator without paying much attention— especially when it dings and slides the doors open for the individual behind to step out. You feel a soft thud; your body slightly coming into contact with theirs, causing some of your coffee to spill out of the opening on the lid. 

"Oh— oh shit, I'm so sorry!" You look at the tall figure, wide-eyed as you survey his outfit to make sure your coffee didn't spill everywhere on his jacket.

"You're good." He says, eyes coming down to his jacket. There's a few drops of coffee dripping down near the zipper, but nothing that can't be fixed.

"I'm soooo sorry." You repeat as you dab a napkin at his jacket.

"No, seriously. It's fine. You're good." He laughs, brushing you off in a friendly manner. "Nothing laundry can't fix."

"Still another piece to add to your load." You look up at him and slightly pout. "Sorry."

"Maybe just be careful next time?" He gives you a small smile before he brushes past and out of the elevators. You realize he's got his large hand still propped up to prevent the elevator doors from closing on you, and you can't help but feel extra embarrassed. You do a tiny nod before he lets out a small chuckle and walks away, allowing you to be in your peace as you slip into the elevator and watch the doors close in front of you.

It just had to be him.

you: i almost spilled my coffee on a really cute guy ☹️

wonwoo: he'll def never come near you again. way to go sis 💗

you: you're a piece of shit

wonwoo: 🥰

You click your teeth and sigh as you step out of the elevator and onto your floor. You had been working as project manager supporting the pediatrics unit for about a year and a half now, starting at the hospital a few years ago as an admin associate and slowly working your way up.

"What? What's wrong, hun?" Your coworker and also one of your childhood bestfriends, Noeul, chimes in. She works as an HR manager, but her team sits nearby— giving you two the numerous opportunities to chit-chat and catch up in between meetings and tasks.

"I almost spilled my coffee on some really cute guy." She purses her lips together before giving you a toothless smile.

"I mean, you didn't, right?"

"No. Maybe a few drops. Now he'll have another piece of laundry to add to his load. All because of me."

"That's a good way to be memorable." You sigh. "I'm sure he wished he got your number."

"Wow, you're the complete opposite of my brother and I love that." She laughs.

"Of course, I'll always support you."

"How'd your meeting go?" She shakes her head.

"I don't know. So many sensitive issues. I think they only keep escalating and getting worse."

"Are you still dealing with that one manager and her staff member that weren't getting along?"

"Yup. That's exactly the thing that's getting worse."

"Sheesh. I hope they find middle ground soon, or at least find new avenues so they don't have to work with each other."

"Hope so too!" She looks at you. "When's your big meeting with the hospital people?"

"Hm." You hum and check your watch. "In the next hour." You settle at your desk and she follows along, sitting on the edge of the corner. "My inbox blew up over lunch so I gotta take care of a few things before I head over." You sip on your coffee.

"My busy bee." You give her a look. "Goodluck! Let me know how the meeting goes. I've gotta file a few reports and hop into a few other meetings myself. I'll see you later for a quick break?" You give her a small smile.

"Goodluck to you, too." She blows you a little kiss before she's prancing away to her desk, greeting people on the way over. You busy yourself before you need to start packing up and heading over to the main hospital, drowning in a few urgent emails that came in over your lunch break. Time sure flies when your brain is scattered everywhere, your to-do list seemingly never-ending and tossing you in a million different places at once. 

You gather your things about 10 minutes before the meeting, which, doesn't give you much wiggle room in case you get lost. You don't go to the main hospital often, and you're not even sure if you have access to the room or how all of this would work. You are familiar with a few people also attending the meeting, but they're equally just as busy and are probably coming from other commitments. 

You let out a small breath as you power walk over to the main hospital, happy you're at least getting your steps in for the day. You trickle into the huge lobby along with others, turning towards the left where the elevators are located. You press the button, waiting alongside a visitor as the elevator makes its way down from the 6th floor. You step in and patiently wait off to the side, checking your work calendar on your phone to make sure the meeting was indeed today.

Why does it feel like you're the only one heading over?

Were you the only one late at this point?

You step out of the elevator once you make it up to the 7th floor, pausing in your steps because— where the fuck do you go now? It was such a maze in this hospital, you didn't know whether to go left or right; the numbers on the doors skipping from one number to another. You turn to you right just because you go with your gut, hearing a trail of soft voices as you finally see a group of people heading towards a huge conference room further down [and definitely closer to your left had you just turned that way]. You pick up your pace, nodding and sending soft smiles to the familiar faces that catch you through the window of the room as they settle into their seats. Rushing over, someone is stationed at the door— probably waiting for you to make it inside.

"Thank you— oh, hi." You look up at the same, tall figure you damn near spilled your entire cup of coffee on.

"Hi." He gives you a toothless smile as he holds the door open for you. "Well, at least you aren't ramming into me with your cup of coffee this time." He jokes and you can't help but feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Yeah, mm'sorry about that still." You wince and slightly pout.

"I'm just joking. No worries. It happens." He smiles down at you, waiting for you to walk into the conference room. You give him another subtle, short bow before slipping into a chair on the opposite side of the table. You watch as he greets people coming into the room, a bit confused as to why he's still standing by the door until he finally sees the face he's been looking for. 

He's got some kind of wit, some charm. Can't deny it's pretty attractive.

And to your surprise, he plops down in the seat next to you, followed by one of his team members [the said face he'd been looking for] you assume.

"Hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all." He gives you another toothless smile before eyeing your badge. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He puts out a hand for you to shake. "Yunho."

"Nice to meet you as well, Yunho." You shyly respond. "At least I don't have to call you the guy I almost spilled all my coffee on anymore."

"Yeah, no." He laughs. "This is Taehyun, my team lead. Taehyun, Y/N." You and Taehyun give each other small, curt bows just as the higher ups step in and settle at the front of the room. 

"Hey everyone! Thanks for meeting. I know everyone is super busy so it's much appreciated." Yoori says as she flips her laptop open and pulls up the agenda slide on the powerpoint presentation. The meeting kicks off with small introductions around the table since a lot of people hadn't worked together like this, especially you and a select others mainly supporting pediatrics. When Yunho introduces himself, you find yourself enjoying the way he speaks. He's got a deep tone, but nothing off-putting. He speaks lightly and positively, chuckling in between statements.

Yeah, he's def got a witty charm to him.

When it's your turn to speak, you can feel Yunho's eyes from the side. He's paying attention and listening closely even if these are quick introductions to the team. He notices the way you shyly smile at those around you, still managing to speak clearly and concisely despite your nervousness that's physically manifesting in the way that your hands tug on the material of your jeans, fiddling with your fingers underneath the table in between the conversation.

Cute.

Then, after the light, airy introduction portion, the presentation gets a lot more technical, and you find that you're actually more involved in this than you expected. You're being asked to oversee the development of the clinical trial room in the pediatric wing, along with scheduling biweekly meetings to discuss updates. Making sure all required attendees are at the meetings and driving things forward. Coordinating across calendars, providing updates every step of the way.

And things seem to be picking up, moving real fast. Things were stalled and slow just a few months ago; now, it's all gas, no brakes.

When it comes to dealing with the ordering structure and IT developments, Yunho takes the lead and discusses the current updates and how they're still figuring out a few tweaks. Yoori is diligently taking notes on her own laptop, along with everyone else who is clarifying through questions of their own.

"Y/N, can you please work with Yunho and his team and the clinical informatics team to make sure the patient ordering enhancements will be taken care of and pushed through? Along with securing the data storage and network? I'll send you the list of required attendees that need to be at each meeting to help push these efforts forward. Let's prioritize this and try to get that done within the next week." You nod, glancing over to Yunho afterwards. He's got his chin resting on the palm of his hand and his eyes dart down to you. His brows perk up before he gives you a tiny, toothless smile. You feel your hands get sweaty from the look alone, so you divert your attention back to your laptop— typing up the rest of your notes on the side. Yunho can't help but glance over at your incredibly organized notes and the way your emails are categorized; all the folders within folders. 

Never-ending folders.

Definitely Type A. 

He does like that, though. Can't help but feel a little endeared by it. 

As the hour long meeting progresses, you feel yourself getting slightly overwhelmed by your growing task list. You can't help but feel an itch to get to your desk to scribble in your planner and get your thoughts organized. 

And as soon as the meeting ends, you cut out with quick goodbyes before rushing over to your office. Yunho was hoping to catch you afterwards to talk a little more, but he watches as you leave, the opportunity now a long gone thought. 

"Where'd you go?" Sian, your other good friend, asks. She's in the finance department, and typically comes over to check in with you and Noeul, especially when she has to drop off some mail for the peds hospital. "You and Noeul were both gone."

"I had that meeting, remember?"

"Oh shit, yeah. How'd it go?"

"I don't know." You plop onto your desk and let out a huff, pulling your planner from your bag before pulling up your notes in the cloud on your desktop computer. "So many things to do and everything feels so urgent." You've already got a few people to meet, along with pushing the operational aspect of this huge project. You've got your hands tied.

"Wow, they're moving fast with this."

"Yeah, very." You shake your head as you write out your thoughts, suddenly pausing to look back up at her as she fiddles with the figurines on your desk. "Hey, do you know the IT managers well?"

"Most of them, yeah."

"Do you know Yunho?"

"Jeong Yunho?" You shrug since you didn't really catch his badge on him. "He's the only Yunho I know of. How could you not know him?"

"Girl, I'm mostly on the peds side, I rarely come to that end." You giggle.

"He's handsome as hell. Tall. Super nice and helpful. Him and his team are so good about coming to the rescue ASAP." Sian nudges you and wiggles her eyebrow. "He's a single dad. I believe his daughter is 10? 11? Probably 11."

"Mm, dad of a pre-teen girl."

"Hey. He's making it." Sian shrugs. "Heard he's a really good father despite losing his wife years ago. I'm sure it must have been incredibly hard." You nod.

"Yeah, I can only imagine."

"He's good friends with Park Seonghwa from marketing. I think they're besties or something." You nod. 

"I only know Seonghwa from the one interview I did with him when we did the remodeling project at the peds oncology unit. After that, barely have spoken a word to him."

"He's a little hottie, too. But, I heard he's got a thing going on with Yoori."

"Yoori? Like.. Director Yoori?" Sian nods.

"They're so weird about it, though. Definitely not known publicly, but people have seen them out together a select few times. Or, seeing Seonghwa go to her house."

"Nosey." You laugh.

"Well, it's definitely a small world around here." 

"Hm." You hum. "So interesting, especially after I just saw her. I would have never suspected."

"What about Yunho, though?"

"First, I almost spilled my coffee on him this morning." Sian nods.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"I'm not that clumsy." 

"Mmkay." Sian laughs. "How much coffee?"

"A few drops." You make a face. "And then he ended up being in the meeting and sitting right next to me." 

"See, big hospital but small world." You chuckle. 

"Feels like college."

"Yeah."

"Speaking of Yunho." You furrow your brows when you see a little notification pop up in your Slack app.

yunho: hey! 

you: hi there! you found me!

yunho: 😀 sorry, i tried to catch you after the meeting but you rushed out. 

you: oops, yeah. i just had a few things to catch up on. 

yunho: all good! do you wanna schedule some time to meet before scheduling the wider meeting with everyone else? i can walk you through everything so we're on the same page.

you: sure, yeah! that'd be helpful. i'm pretty free next week. i just prefer not to schedule anything over lunch if it can be helped. 😅

yunho: i'm the same, don't trip. lol. i'll send you an invite for early next week. what time do you get in usually?

you: mm, around 7:30-8am.

yunho: hm, wanna do 10am on monday then?

you: good with me. ☺️ thank you, yunho!

yunho: sure thing!

"Aw, he even went out of his way to message you." Sian watches you exchange messages from behind.

"Girl, please? We need to talk about getting the patient ordering system together and fixing all the infrastructure for the peds unit." 

"Sounds like you'll be working with him closely? I'm actually kinda surprised his team is on this. Not saying they aren't great, but they're a bit smaller and support other departments." Sian ponders for a bit. "The other IT teams are pretty swamped though, now that I think about it. They probably have the best bandwidth right now."

"Who knows. But, yeah. I guess so. His team lead was also there."

"Maybe you'll get close to Yunho."

"Maybe I won't and just get my job done while minding my own business."

"Y/N. You're single and he's single, don't be so quick to cut him off just because he has a kid. You should put yourself out there again." She teases and you roll your eyes.

"Get out." She snorts. You hate that she's a little right about it; it had been awhile since you were in a serious relationship. You might've messed around with an old college classmate a few times, but it was so casual it ended up fizzling out all by itself and that was that. It's not like you had any bad relationships, either. They just weren't a fit, but you didn't hold any bad blood towards each other. Your mom was tired of it, though. She was hoping you'd finally stay in a serious, committed relationship— one where you'd end up walking down the aisle, settling down in a nice family home, one or two little ones running around [or more, she wouldn't be mad about it]. Maybe that's why you also dread visiting home, because she never fails to remind you that she's waiting, and that time doesn't wait for anyone. She gives Wonwoo a piece of it, too. 

Just not as much as you.

It's always this game of comparison, trying to one-up her friends in some fashion. It's frustrating to deal with. She didn't understand that you were good with where you were at. And even if you did long for a partner and affection in that sense, it's not like you could wish for it to happen and change your life overnight. These things take time. These things need to develop naturally, wholeheartedly, genuinely;

It wasn't your time yet, you guess.

"Anyway, are we still having our little girls night at your place tomorrow?"

"Mhm. Just gotta visit my parents first then I'm all yours."

"Ah." She nods. "Is your brother coming along?"

"Nope. Next weekend, though."

"Goodluck, sweets. Tell us all about it when we come over." Sian looks at her watch. "I was gonna try to wait for Noeul, but I guess she got caught up in some things. I should head back." You nod. "See you tomorrow, my love."

"See you." She smiles before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and turning on her heel to take her walk back over to the main hospital.

As the afternoon rushes by, you're able to dock off a few more things on your list before feeling satisfied enough to call it a day. You decide you're a little too tired and worn out to be driving elsewhere for food, so you'll pop into the main hospital cafeteria.

wonwoo: did you spill your coffee on anyone else today?

you: no 🫥

wonwoo: [sends money]

wonwoo: go get a massage or something dude, relax

you: are you serious?!

wonwoo: yeah. 🙄 got a lil bonus from work, so if i'm eatin, you eatin too i guess.....

you: best brother award 😭

wonwoo: u don't mean it

you: i do!!! ily!!! 💕 i'll never call you bighead again!

wonwoo: yeah u def don't mean it

You giggle to yourself, feeling comforted by your brother even at a distance. The thing about your relationship with Wonwoo is that you two were always sharing in each other's ups and downs— good days, bad days. There was never any competition or need to feel like one had to do better than the other, thankfully; and this was a prime example of how close you and your brother were. You truly can't wait to hang out with him next week. You adore him to bits.

As you head back to the main hospital to grab food for dinner before leaving for the day [you definitely prefer the food there], you catch Yunho speaking to one of the nurses on her way out. She's blushing, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear while she laughs. Yunho looks nervous, but he's keeping himself pretty composed by the way he's smiling and laughing along with her. You brush past them quickly, and you aren't sure if Yunho noticed you or not— not like it matters, anyway. 

He was definitely asking her out. And by the looks of it, she said yes. She had been wanting to say yes for awhile. 

Welp, there goes the really cute guy you spilled coffee on. 

It wasn't your time yet, you guess.

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george’s fake wedding plus one ₊˚⊹♡

words: 2,267 ✦ .ᐟ

♯┆ george clarke fluff, fake dating, friends to lovers

you have known george for a while and have always been close, when he invites you to his sisters wedding as a ‘fake date’ you both realise maybe the date was fake but the love might not be

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You had been working with the Useless Hotline for two years now and due to that you and George have been close friends for a few years, but that’s all it has ever been. You wished it was more, far more than you’d ever wanted to admit to him. He’d had hookups and so had you, but with George you’d never wanted to be one of the many girls he had fucked, you wanted to love him, hold his hand through the city and kiss under fairy lights. You just wanted George, the boy you had fallen for, the boy who would stay around after the podcast just to lean on the desk of the set and talk to you about his day and what had been happening in his life, not the one on camera, but of his family and his interests.

After tip toeing around it for a few weeks when the cameras were turned off for the day, he asked you if you wanted to come to his sisters wedding, as his date, a fake girlfriend to be more specific. He just didn’t want to disappointed his family with how he hadn’t found a date yet and he knew his sister liked you and with Max and his boyfriend being invited he didn’t want to turn up alone again. He thought you were the perfect one to come along and he didn’t mind lingering his hand on your waist or whispering silly jokes in your ear hoping that the secret affair would seem genuine when you’d push him away playfully.

When the day arrived, you were absolutely terrified. You were so scared of what his extended family would think of you. You knew it fake and that you didn’t have to be worried, but seeing George in his suit waiting outside your house ready for the ‘big show’ was overwhelming. He looked so attractive and put together, checking his phone relentlessly waiting for you to say you were ready. His hair was falling down his face as he gently adjusted his suit.

When you arrived, you felt George’s hand sneak around your waist, leaning closer to whisper into your ear “You look really beautiful by the way,” you felt slightly breathless at the compliment, but part of you knew the touch was just of the act and it hurt a little bit, you wished it was genuine but the lingering feeling of his hand was enough to calm you, you had always wished for this intimacy and you thought you should just embrace the love you would feel tonight.

The reception began, and after a beautiful ceremony filled with heartfelt vows, the guests settle into their seats for dinner. The warm glow of candlelight created an intimate setting as George stood up to deliver his toast. He clutched a champagne flute, and cleared his throat. He looked down at you for a brief moment, lightly smiling as his eyes sparkled with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Hey everyone! For those of you who don’t know me, I’m George, the Emily’s brother,” he started, his voice slightly shaky but growing steadier with each word. “I just wanted to say how happy I am for my sister and her new husband. They are truly meant for each other. Who would have thought Geo’s older sister would meet someone who is almost as funny as me’

He earned a soft laugh from the crowd and as he continues, the more he drinks, the more sentimental he becomes. Slowly he concludes his speech, sitting down. He looks over at you, a soft smile spreading across his face. He leans over again to whisper in your ear, “And I’m really grateful for having someone as amazing as my lovely not girlfriend girlfriend by my side.” The guests start murmuring, glancing between the two of you. You knew it was because this was the first girl they had seen George with and part of you felt like this act was going a bit too far but you just pushed it down, remembering that George still chose you.

He eventually leans back, your heart races as George’s gaze still lingers on you, filled with warmth and a drunken haze being noticeable as he looks at you through his eyelashes. It feels surreal—his words almost sound like a confession. You can’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of affection.

After the toast, the music begins to play, and the reception begins to feel more comfortable and familiar as you begin drinking more and more. The dance floor fills with guests swaying and twirling under the string lights. George, buoyed by the energy and perhaps a few more sips of champagne, grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor.

As you both dance, laughter begins pouring from your lips, and George spins you around playfully. The warmth of his body against yours feels so right. He leant in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m so glad you’re here with me.” The way he looks at you, eyes bright scrunching at the corners with genuine joy, sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

As the night continues, you are pulled away from George by family, you recognise them from photos but the only one you truly knew was George’s beautiful sister. George turns to you, leaning in to gently kiss you on the cheek. The lingering feeling went straight to your face making them warm and brighten, “Good luck beautiful”.

You see George slowly drift away outside, stumbling as he goes, turning back one last time to look back at you, giving you a small wink as he fades away through the crowd.

The garden was glowing from soft string lights that cast a golden hue across the scenery. The night was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the smell of fresh flowers. George’s sister’s wedding has turned out to be more magical than anyone anticipated, and George can’t help but feel proud—and a little overwhelmed as his head starts spinning as he realises how much the champagne and occasional double shot vodka sodas had caught up to him.

The buzz of alcohol adding to the dizzying mixture of emotions he’s been trying to keep at bay all night. Every time he sees you, mingling with his family or laughing with friends, he feels his heart warming in his chest. He brought you here as his pretend date, yet the way you fit so seamlessly into his world tonight has him questioning everything.

Feeling unsteady, he eventually makes it out into the garden, hoping the cool night air will help clear his head. But as he rounds the corner, he nearly walks straight into Max and his boyfriend, Andrew, who are sharing a quiet moment away from the crowd. Max raises an eyebrow as George teeters slightly, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“George,” Max chuckles, steadying him by the shoulder, “How much have you had to drink?”

George laughs, though it’s slightly unsteady, and shrugs. “Maybe a bit more than I thought,” he admits, slurring just slightly. Andrew chuckles as he and Max guide George over to a bench beneath a tree, urging him to sit before he loses his balance entirely.

“You are absolutely gone” Max asks, his tone playful but his eyes gentle. George nods, feeling grateful for the support. The coolness of the bench against his hands is grounding, but not enough to stop his gaze from drifting back to the reception.

From where they’re sitting, he can just make out the dance floor. There, under the twinkling lights, you’re dancing with his sister, laughing as she spins you around. The sight makes his chest ache in a way that’s both comforting and terrifying, like the beginning of something he’s not sure he’s ready to admit.

Max’s voice interrupts his thoughts. “You’ve looked back over there at least three times in the last minute. What’s going on?” he asks, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

George swallows, feeling his heart pounding. He shifts on the bench, letting out a nervous laugh, but his eyes are still fixed on you as you dance. “I… I don’t know, mate,” he begins, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just… her.”

Max’s smirk softens, replaced by a more serious expression as he watches his friend. “Come on, George. Tell me what’s actually going on.”

George hesitates, torn between wanting to admit the truth and feeling ridiculous for how vulnerable he’s become. But with Max and Andrew there, it somehow feels safe to confess, like a secret he’s been keeping to himself for too long. He lets out a shaky sigh, his gaze still trained on you, swaying to the music with that easy, genuine smile he’s come to love.

“I think… I think,” he stops himself for a moment “No it’s so dumb I’m literally 24, it’s so embarrassing.. fuck it whatever, I think I actually love her,” he says quietly, the words slipping out almost as if they’d been waiting to be spoken aloud. Saying it feels strange but also freeing, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

Max’s face breaks into a wide smile, while Andrew gives him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “You are such a big fat fucking idiot,” Max says, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “You literally spend hours every week waiting around for her at the studio like a lost dog, you literally message her like every night and only now are you thinking you like her”

George groans, laughing as he buries his face in his hands. “Yeah, something like that,” he mumbles, feeling both foolish and exhilarated. “I just thought if I brought her here, it’d be easier to keep things casual. But now… seeing her here, with everyone, and knowing how she just… fits…” He trails off, lost in the thought.

Max chuckles, shaking his head. “You know, George, you might just be the most oblivious man I’ve ever met. But if you ask me, now’s the time to go for it.” He nudges George, his grin full of encouragement. “You’ve been staring at her like that all night like a freak, just talk to her or I’ll tell everyone you paid her to come.”

After a quick hug from George’s sister and a few warm words, you glance back and spot George outside, sat under a tree decorated with fairy lights. He’s with Max and Andrew, who are laughing and chatting with him, but something about his posture—softened, maybe a bit nervous—makes you pause. You catch his eye and give him a wave, and he offers a perfectly white smile in return, watching you as you make your way over.

As you approach, Max and Andrew turn to greet you, both of them smiling knowingly. “We’ll let you two talk,” Max says with a wink, nudging George’s arm in a way that makes you feel a pit in your stomach. “Come on, Andrew. I think we need another drink.” Andrew smiles at you and gives you a quick wave before letting Max pull him back inside, leaving you alone with George.

There’s a moment of quiet as you sit down resting your head on George’s soldier under the fairy lights, surrounded by the soft sounds of the celebration drifting in from the reception. You remove your head and George looks at you, swallowing harshly as he scans your face, briefly focusing on your lips to then stare affectionately into your eyes. He opens his mouth as if to speak. But before he can say anything, you feel your heart racing, and you find yourself blurting out, “George, wait—I need to say something.”

He pauses, a bit startled, but nods for you to go on, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I know this was supposed to be pretend,” you begin, your voice trembling slightly, looking away from his gaze, “but like.. I don’t know, it’s dumb I’m sorry, it stopped feeling like that for me. I’ve been trying to keep things casual, but…” You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. “I think I actually love you. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, and you don’t have to say anything, but I couldn’t leave tonight without telling you.”

For a split second, there’s silence. But then, without a word, George steps forward, his sparkling blue eyes locked on yours, and he cups your face in his hands. His touch is warm and soft, and before you can say anything else, he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is gentle and full of a feeling that’s been building for so long. Underneath the twinkling fairy lights, surrounded by the quiet of the night, you lose yourself in the moment, feeling the weight of every unspoken word drift away. His hands trail down to your waist, pulling you closer, you wrap your arms around him as though you’ve been waiting forever for this.

When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his voice soft. “Fuck,” he whispers with a grin. “I was going to tell you the same thing.”

A smile breaks across your face, your heart soaring as you laugh, unable to believe this is real. “Really?” you ask, still breathless from the kiss.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice warm and sure. “I think I fell in love with you long before tonight. I just needed this to realise how much I truly like you.”

He leans in again, and under the cold bite of the night’s sky, you kiss once more, knowing this is only the beginning of something you’ve both been waiting for, far longer than either of you realized.

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author note: i’m so so proud of this one i hope you like it !!

[imaginesig]

You Would've Done It Too

Ollie Bearman x Verstappen!Reader

SMAU

We all know Mad Max, but what if his younger sister is worse? And what if her on track enemy isn’t always that?

HEAVILY inspired by: Enemies or Lovers by @claypgeon and DR creators on tik Tok for radio ideas

f2updates

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman made contact at todays GP. Both drivers are well, but forced to retire their cars

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user1 now this is real racing

user2 im glad that Ollie is finally giving Y/n's aggression back

user3 right?? Verstappens gone too long without someone humbling her

user4 I hope she can be tamed like Max and really put her drive to good use

user5 you know they’re both pissed

User6 these post race interviews are about to be HEATED

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f2updates

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman's comments on the incident today

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user1 lmao Y/n and HITECH can whine all they want, all Ollie did was exactly what they've been doing to the grid all year

user2 the jabs at each other give me life

user3 I live for this rivalry

user4 yes Ollie 👏👏 humble her

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f1

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f1: Prima driver, Ollie Bearman, will replace Carlos Sainz this weekend

tagged: prema_team, olliebearman, scuderiaferrari

user1 I wonder how y/n is feeling about this

user2 why bring her up, this ain’t about her

user1 because she's been negotiating with different teams to get a contract and try to drive in a free practice but now Ollie gets to race for Ferarri before she gets any of that

user4 and he gets to race against her brother, something Y/n has publicly said she misses and prays to do again

user3 Y/n isn't any better at racing than him, id argue they're equals, nor should she get special treatment because of Max so she can wait her turn

user5 ahhh I can’t wait!!!

User6 I’m gonna miss Carlos this weekend 😭😭

user7 please please please Ferrari have a good strategy for him🙏🙏

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen commenting on Ollie Bearman's temporary move to F1: "It's truly an amazing experience (to drive F1). Ferrari sees something in him, so best of luck. I've defiantly noticed a lack of headaches this weekend."

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user1 the was she still has to make a snarky comment

user2 I mean they are rivals 🤷‍♂️

user3 most civil I've ever seen an interaction between them

user4 I don’t understand why someone went out of their way to get a comment from her, let Y/n race and comment on herself and let Ollie shine without dragging the mood down by asking his rival for a statement

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Pre-Race

Post-Race

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ynverstappen: That's how you do it the HITECH way

tagged: paularon_

user1 ig we don't need to ask how she's celebrated the win

hitechgp perfect 1-2 weekend!!

maxverstappen why the last slide

ynverstappen I had to inform the people of my opinions

Maxverstappen anyway, I’m so proud!!

ynverstappen 🫶🫶

Carlossainz55 congrats on p1 little-stapppen

Redbullracing performance so good we were left speechless 👏👏

user2 as much as I love a good rivalry it was nice to have a gp where Y/n and Ollie weren’t fighting and making digs at each other

User3 I agree

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olliebearman

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olliebearman: P3 for my little buddy 🧸

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user1 awww the bear

user2 always a good day when we get a Y/n and Ollie podium

user3 its the only time they're ever civil when near each other

Prema_team very proud of your performance 🤝

user3 help im jealous of a stuffed bear

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f1

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f1: Y/n Verstappen has been called up to replace Williams's Alex Albon this GP! She's already been seen in the garage looking right at home

tagged: hitechgp, ynverstappen, williamsracing

williamsracing we can't wait

Alex_albon she's gonna smash it!!

user1 please bring Williams back to the glory days

user2 Verstappen? Nice try, welcome back Nico Rosberg

user3 she looks so good in blue

user4 Y/n lead Logan to the podium

user5 yes ma'am 👏

user6 give Max a run for his money

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f2updates

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f2updates: for her free practice session, Y/n Verstappen has run into issues with her car

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user1 her radio killed me: "Um guys somethings wrong I don't think the car likes me very much"

user2 looks like she's causing as many problems there as she does here

user3 please please please I NEED Williams to sort this out so she can still race

user4 she handled the situation very calmly and professionally, very impressive

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f2updates: Ollie Bearman comments on Y/n's absence after his race: "Very unfortunate to have troubles so early on. I guess the car could tell she was a hot head haha. I know all of us drivers are hoping the problem clears up"

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user1 I wish they would stop bothering the other for comments, if the situation doesn't involve both Y/n and Ollie then they shouldn't make a statment

user2 exactly it feels like the media is trying to get them to lash out at each other

user3 exactly they aren't friends, but they don't go out of their way to cause problems and people need to realize that

user4 yk he felt so pleased with the hot head joke

user5 "I know all of us drivers are hoping the problem clears up" he's trying so hard not to get into it with pr

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ynverstappen

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ynverstappen: Williams, what an honor it was to be chosen to drive for you this past weekend! I hope I've shown my appreciation through my performance and actions. Alex, sorry for almost ruining your car, get well and kick ass next weekend mate!

tagged: williamsracing

maxverstappen1 you were amazing! I'm so proud

ynvserstappen ❤️❤️

landonorris very impressive battle we had!! still pissed I lost to someone who overheated the car her first lap but yk

ynverstappen thank you for putting up a fight! so happy to beat you Mr. Nowins user8 I need more public Y/n and Lando interactions

user1 the purple helmet ate

user3 its so funny to me that she just happened to get called up the weekend she had a special helmet

user2 lmao she saw the Nico jokes

ynverstappen had bestie hunt the jacket down for the bit (its now my favorite piece and I will live in it forever, thank you Britney)

user4 someone tell her she showed her appration and more

user5 right- she gave Williams their highest qualifying and ending positions

user6 since Logan is leaving can we get her on the grid next year

user7 if you want to rush her and have her burn out like Logan then sure, but I say just give her a contract and get comfy in F2

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ynverstappen posted a story!

caption: to quote the note left, "they're crochet so you'll remember this weekend forever"

replies:

paularon_

seems like he knows his stuff

I cried

maybe its time to put these ruse behind mmh

don't take my fun away from me

and he really does piss me off

oh I know

I just don't know how he still puts up with you, mini max

hey max was worse

are we sure??

bff_username

ugh what I wouldnt do to have what you do!!

it really is the best

I mean he puts up with your shit better than I do

ok now first Paul and now you

you know im working on it, getting all the Jose out of my veins takes time

and im so proud of you for it

maxverstappen

who.

bff/n

thats a lie

you wouldve tagged her

who.

overprotective much 🙄

im your older brother its my job, now spill

I will at dinner in a few days

f2updates

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f2updates: in what felt like a rendition of the Norris-Verstappen insident, Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman had a collision in their battled for 2nd, behind Paul Aron in first. The collision caused both to lose significant places in this race, but both were able to return

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landonorris wannabe @/ynverstappen

ynverstappen fuck off Norris

user1 welp cannot wait for the media digs from this

user2 there goes our time of peace

user3 at least this time it was clearly Ollie's fault, I mean he pushed Y/n off

user4 bffr it was a defenive move, maybe she should have stayed straight rather than turn into him? user5 turn into him?? Ollie kept changing his path in turns before and did it again here, all Y/n did was stay on the track rather than turn off

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman's comments on their collision today

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user1 praying for every f2 driver tonight that they dont run into each other in the hotel or else I fear it may end in a screaming match

user2 just once I need these two to be able to swing on eachother

user3 it'll settle everything once and for all

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ynverstappen

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ynverstappen: he's hot, you would do it to

tagged: olliebearman

olliebearman I love you schat

ynverstappen I love you too!! Best (almost) year ever, love

user1 im sorry its almost been a YEAR

paularon_ finally im free from this torture

kimi.antonelli you can say that again

ynverstappen nah he's still my #1 opp

olliebearman no one pisses me off quicker 🫶

maxverstappen1 I dont like you. you're not good enough for her. you never will be. I'll personally carve out another appendix so I can't drive you into the barrier if you ever hurt her. y/n you're learning to back flip right now.

ynverstappen a bit much?

olliebearman nope perfect amount, I understand very clearly

landonorris max almost passed out

landonorris please post more im enjoying myself

user2 LMAO LANDO

user3 this was not on my 2024 bingo card

user4 kinda upset we'll never see them swing on each other

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olliebearman

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olliebearman: only person id wear red bull for ❤️

tagged: ynverstappen

ynverstappen only person id wear Ferrari for 💙

olliebearman forever grateful 🫶

carlossainz55 im hurt

Charles_leclerc me too

maxverstappen1 Y/n take that off and burn it now.

ynverstappen no 🫶

user1 im crying they work out together 😭

user2 I just wanna know when that second picture was taken

olliebearman before she got caught leaving the Ferrari garage

ynverstappen and y'all believed the outfit change 🤣🫵

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hitechgp and prema_team

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hitechgp: I guess we're related now or something??

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prema_team family karting day??

user1 not neither team knowing what to say

ynverstappen so fun!!

kimi.antonelli no not "so fun" so scary you almost killed us for the win

ynverstappen and I looked good doing it

olliebearman yeah you did 😍

paularon_ bring back the Ollie that would've cussed her out over that

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[uluvjay]

Birthday Diaries- L. Norris

➢︎︎ Social media edit for the birthday boy!

➢︎︎ All of the pictures are from Pinterest!

➢︎︎ yes I’m still on a hiatus I just couldn’t help myself

Youruser

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Youruser Wishing a special Happy birthday to a very special soul, Lando you light up any room you walk into and you never fail to amaze me with how kind and loving you are. I couldn’t have asked for someone better to spend life with, it’s a honor and a privilege to have been able to experience all these years with you and seeing you accomplish your dreams again and again. I love you so much Lan, and once again happy birthday babes💚🥂

User I’m not crying, you are

User STOP I LOVE THEMMMM

User the note🥹

Maxfewtrell Photo creds???

| Youruser thank you so much max, you’re truly the best ever!!!!!

| Maxfewtrell I hate you😐

User screaming, crying, throwing up

LandoNorris thank you baby, I love you more🫶🏻

| Youruser No I love you more

| LandoNorris Erm I don’t think so, and it’s my birthday soo don’t bully me

User Parents

McLarenf1 Happy Birthday Lando!!!

User 😍

User Sleeping with the raccoon’s tonight!

OscarPiastri Happy birthday mate!

[lxndonorris]

Tummy Strokes - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smutish (light touching) the title says it all x word count: 1130+ taglist: @game-set-canet I love this picture so much, my handsome dutchy x open for requests :)

The hum of activity in the Red Bull Racing garage is almost soothing in its routine chaos. Mechanics buzz around you, fine-tuning every aspect of the car that will soon roar on the Monaco circuit. Despite the frenzy, this corner feels like your private oasis, hidden from the world.

Max stands in front of you, resplendent in his racing suit, every inch the epitome of a Formula 1 driver. With his suit slightly unzipped at the top, a tantalizing glimpse of the white fireproofs underneath is revealed.

Max looks every bit the champion in his snug racing suit. The fabric hugs his athletic frame, accentuating his physique with flawless precision. Every contour of his body is highlighted, from the broadness of his shoulders to the lean muscles of his arms and legs. As he moves, the suit moves with him, a second skin that seems tailor-made to showcase his strength and agility.

His confidence radiates from him, his stature commanding attention even in the bustling atmosphere of the Monaco Grand Prix. With his cap perched just on his head, he exudes a casual charm that belies the fierce competitor within.

But it is the way he carries himself with quiet determination and unwavering focus that truly makes him stand out.

You can't help but smile at how effortlessly handsome he looks, even amid the pre-race madness.

"You look amazing." You say, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with admiration.

Max blushed slightly, the faintest hint of pink coloring his cheeks. It is a rare sight, and it makes your heart swell. 

You reach out, your hand finding his stomach, and begin to stroke him gently. The fabric of the suit is smooth under your fingers, and you feel the tension in his muscles ease as you touch him. 

The small act of intimacy is something he cherishes, and you love being able to provide him with a moment of calm.

Max's gaze softens with a mixture of affection and vulnerability. It is a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes about the trust and comfort you find in each other's presence. At the same time, his tummy tenses slightly under your touch, a reaction that sends a thrill of warmth through you.

His blue eyes meet yours, a soft smile curving his lips. "That shirt suits you well," he says, his voice warm and genuine.

You glance down at the Red Bull shirt you are wearing, a mirror image of his usual style, paired with skinny jeans. 

"Thanks; it's my favorite," you reply, looking back up to see him watching you with an expression that is both tender and filled with a kind of unspoken pride.

You continue stroking his chest, and Max lets out a low growl, a sound that sends a thrill through me. His expression softens even more, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the delicate strokes. 

"That feels good." He hums, leaning into your touch, sighing contentedly as the firmness of his body relaxes beneath your hand. 

Max's hands at your waist pull you closer to him, and you steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric of his racing suit. With a gentle touch, you slip one of your hands inside his suit, feeling the smooth texture of the fireproofs against your skin as you stroke his chest.

As your fingers trace along Max's taut muscles beneath his thin firerpoofs, eliciting a low growl from his throat, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through you.

Felling his hands along your waistline, exploring with a gentle yet possessive touch, only fuels the fire between you, but then a mechanic approaches you, breaking the spell.

"Max, time to gear up." He says, his tone respectful yet firm.

As the announcement for the third free practice echoes through the garage, Max straightens up, the professional racer taking over. 

"Duty calls," he murmurs, licking his lips in anticipation of the adrenaline-filled session.

With a smile, you take hold of the zipper on Max's racing suit, slowly pulling it up as he enjoys the sensation. His eyes close briefly, savoring the feeling of the sleek fabric sliding smoothly against his skin.

Once the suit is fully zipped up, you continue to stroke his chest a few more times, relishing the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric.

Max's contented expression only spurs you on, and you indulge in a few more gentle strokes before playfully snatching his cap and placing it on your own head.

"Hey!" he protests, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

You give him a cheeky grin. "It suits me, don't you think?" Tilting your head teasingly, you shrug. "And you don't need it just now, do you?"

Max chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, you can borrow it, but only because it looks so good on you." A final grin plays on his lips, and Max concedes defeat, allowing you to keep the cap for the time being.

He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture adding a touch of casual charm to his already magnetic presence. His tousled locks seem to dance beneath his fingertips.

With a final, lingering look, Max turns to join his team. You watch as he gears up, slipping on his gloves and helmet with practiced ease. The snug fit of his suit flatters every curve and contour of his body, accentuating the firm muscles and the tension building inside him as he prepares for the session.

After donning his helmet, Max takes a moment to make sure everything is in place. With a swift motion, he adjusts the straps and secures the helmet snugly against his head. 

Once satisfied with the fit, he runs his gloved hand over his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his racing suit. It is a ritual, a final check to ensure everything is as it should be before hitting the track.

His touch is confident, familiar with the contours of his own body. He traces the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension beneath the fabric. A moment of silent concentration, a moment where the outside world fades away, and there is only him and the session ahead.

As he strokes his chest, a sense of determination washes over him. He is ready. Ready to push himself to the limit, ready to chase victory with every ounce of his being. With one last deep breath, he glances at you, a silent acknowledgement of the support you share.

Then, with a nod to his mechanics, he steps into the cockpit, his focus shifting entirely to the task at hand. The enhine roars to life, a symphony of power and precision. 

You watch him go, your heart swelling with pride and admiration for the incredible athlete he is.