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thekoalapastriesbakery · 4 months ago

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BABY ON BOARD

trans ftm!logan sargeant x male!ferrari driver!reader x oscar piastri featuring ... grid son!luke browning

summary: logan's departure from formula one wasn't what people thought.

warnings: swearing, suggestive content, swearing, discussions of sex + aftercare, inconsistent photo timelines, one little transphobic hate comment that gets (rightfully) clowned on, probably somewhat cringe + inaccurate but i tried 🫠

word count: 1,268 (written parts)

logan sargeant

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logansargeant not a bad day in silverstone! p9 and a few points on the board. new team torque episode coming soon ...

not pictured: youruser telling oscar something sweet (hence the face)

tagged williamsracing, alex_albon, oscarpiastri

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user1 LOSCAR + SARGEBON MY BELOVEDS

user2 nuh uh loscyn ftw

user3 RAHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER 🦅🦅🦅🦅

youruser he's so dramatic 💔

oscarpiastri you called me a baby???

youruser no i called you MY (and logan's) baby

youruser there's a difference

lukebrowningracing: keep going up 💪

"you alright there, lo?" you murmured, watching his chest heave as oscar finally pulled away.

logan simply whined in response. as much as he enjoyed it when you and oscar teamed up on him like this, it definitely wore him out.

oscar chuckled and kissed logan's cheek. "i'll go get you a snack and start running a bath."

you hummed, pulling in oscar for a kiss before he left. this was always how aftercare went with the three of you—whoever had subbed that time was never left alone for longer than a minute or so, and if whoever had dommed was feeling a little off, they'd stay while whoever felt okay got supplies. it was never a big ordeal.

picking up the glass of water on the bedside table, you brought it to logan's lips gently. "drink up."

logan whined again before taking a few tentative sips and curling into your side.

"whole glass, love, you can do it," you encouraged him softly. the sound of water rushing through the pipes became white noise as oscar started running a bath for logan.

somewhat reluctantly, the blond drank the rest of the water. he stayed pressed into your side. "all full."

your lips quirked into a soft smile. you, logan, and oscar had been together since you were all about fifteen years old. more than long enough to know that none of you had anything. usually, all three of you were very prepared when it came to protected sex. you and oscar would wear condoms, logan was on birth control—necessary even though he had been taking testosterone for years. but every now and then you'd slip up.

when the three of you were drunk or after particularly bad races when it was sometimes a stretch to even get back to the hotel room with everyone's clothes on and intact, that was when you were a little less vigilant.

"i know, logie." you heard the water shut off and oscar's footsteps getting closer. "let's get you cleaned up, huh?"

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri first grand prix win. incredible 🧡

ft. youruser's lovely photography skills :)

tagged mclaren, f1, logansargeant, youruser, quadlock

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user4 MAIDEN WIN IN HIS SECOND SEASON I SMELL A FUTURE WDC

lukebrowningracing congrats!! :D

user5 is he the loscar grid child?

user6 so close! he's the loscyn grid child!!

user7 does anyone else wonder why y/n isn't really in logan or oscar's posts ... like they clearly don't like him as much as each other :/

youruser actually it's because i don't like having photos taken of me more than i have to, hope that helps 👍

user8 lmao at y/n immediately shutting down any suggestion that logan and oscar are bad boyfriends

youruser proud of you osc ❤️ liked by creator

logansargeant YEAHHHHHHHHH that's our boy 💙 liked by creator

you huffed slightly when you saw "fans" starting to say that your boyfriends loved each other more just because of the contents of a silly instagram post.

it had been a pretty open secret all throughout your junior careers that you avoided media attention as much as you possibly could. it was part of what gave way to your nickname as the new iceman—that, and the fact that you were a ferrari driver. every single one of your former teammates had said you were very nice off-camera. you just really, really didn't like the media.

"people are weird," you complained to logan, the two of you cuddled together on the bed in your hotel room. oscar was still in debrief with his team. as happy as his first grand prix victory was, it had come in ... less than ideal circumstances. "why can't they just be happy for osc without trying to pick apart our relationship?"

logan sighed. he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder. "i don't know, babe."

you paused. the season had been difficult for all three of you. between oscar dealing with papaya rules, you dealing with ferrari's creative strategy calls, and logan dealing with his car's inferiority, it was rare for all three of you to have a good week at the same time.

and of course, with you and oscar now both having won races, you worried for logan's self-esteem.

"you doing okay?" you asked softly. "know your car's the only reason you're not up there too?"

"more or less." logan hummed. "just happy for osc at the moment."

"good."

youruser

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youruser 3-4 in spa, on summer break. cute dog in the paddock.

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user9 which boyfriends are in slide 2? help me 😭

user10 i love that we can never see y/n's face in his posts. iconic.

charles_leclerc i'm not your favourite ferrari member? :(

oscarpiastri back off he's mine

charles_leclerc honourary monégasque privileges REVOKED

lukebrowningracing you'll come back stronger! liked by creator

user11 it doesn't even vaguely surprise me that oscar is the possessive one of the three of them

logansargeant don't let him fool you y/n can be just as possessive when he wants to be

user12 close enough welcome back kimi raikkonen

summer break was bittersweet.

sweet: you got to spend it having fun with your boyfriends.

bitter: there was more talk than ever about logan not deserving his seat.

neither you nor oscar thought it was fair. logan had been feeling off since hungary. at first, you had assumed it was him dealing with feelings of inadequacy because it was virtually impossible for him to put his williams on the podium. then he started throwing up. one trip to the doctor later, the three of you were suddenly faced with many decisions—where to live? what to say? who to tell? what to do?

logan, of course, had mixed feelings himself. he had many hopes for his formula one career, and he didn't expect to have to take a break less than two years in.

he needed you and oscar. he couldn't imagine the idea of facing this without his boyfriends.

logansargeant

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logansargeant good break. back at it in zandvoort ✌️

tagged oscarpiastri, youruser

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user13 he's so american oh my god 😭

user14 LOGANNNNNNNNNNNNNN

lukebrowningracing mega trip! thanks again for the invite :D

user15 THEY TOOK HIM ALONG?? oh he's sooo they're grid kid

youruser y r u being slutty on main tf

oscarpiastri ^^^ should be for our eyes only

logansargeant you guys weren't giving me enough attention 😁

youruser okay we're giving you attention now take it down 😃

logansargeant no thank you 😁

user15 do- do they know we can see this?

user16 things that were not on my 2024 bingo card: logan being a brat on instagram

it had been the hardest decision of logan's life.

of course he knew it was the right one, and he had been guaranteed a seat when he was ready, but it was still terrifying. there was no public announcement. not yet, at least. he didn't have the time or energy to think about how the media would react to finding out that not only was he trans, he was also pregnant. with one of his boyfriends' baby. both of whom were also formula one drivers. god, he couldn't even imagine the headlines they'd come up with.

"we're proud of you," oscar reminded logan.

you nodded, kissing logan's shoulder from behind him as the three of you waited to enter the paddock. "you sure you don't want one of us to take care of you?"

"i'm sure." logan took a deep breath. he adored both oscar and you, and he wouldn't dream of letting either of you to give it up. not for him. "my family will take care of me. and i'm pretty sure mae will riot if oscar tries to keep her away from baby."

oscar chuckled at logan's joke about his youngest sister. though none of you knew whether the baby was technically born from oscar's or your dna, you knew you'd all love them just the same. the three of you had agreed to do a paternity test, purely for the sake of the being able to give the baby an accurate medical history. it didn't matter to you otherwise.

"you'll be back next year," you assured logan. a little smile appeared on your face when you imagined the baby growing up in the paddock. "with baby in a cute little ferrari onesie, yes?"

"ah, you mean a mclaren onesie!" oscar retorted with a grin.

logan laughed. he loved how both of you could always put him at ease. "you're both wrong. i'm doing the work, therefore baby gets put in a williams onesie."

you and oscar grumbled halfheartedly but didn't argue. it was true, after all. logan was doing most of the work to let the three of you become dads.

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri this one was special

tagged mclaren, f1, youruser, logansargeant, nicolepiastri

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user17 loscar still hanging out even after logan got replaced

lukebrowningracing 🥳🥳🥳 liked by oscarpiastri, youruser, and others

user18 i cannot explain how much i NEEDED to see oscar and y/n on a podium together liked by logansargeant

user18 HEY LOGAN LIKED THIS????

user19 logansargeant y'all need a fourth

logansargeant user19 no x

user20 PFFFT ^^^

user21 things loscyn don't do well: subtlety

"look at this." oscar laughed, showing you and logan a comment about how the three of you weren't good at subtlety.

little did they know.

logan smirked slightly and glanced down at his little bump. it seemed to have appeared overnight—one day he just looked a little bloated, the next he was very obviously pregnant. "that's cute."

"can't wait to see what they'll think of baby piastri-sargeant-l/n," you mused. one hand rested on logan's belly, you grinned at oscar. "think we've done some pretty good work here, don't you, osc?"

oscar nodded seriously in agreement, his grin accompanied by a teasing kiss to logan's jaw. "got our boy all locked in."

"oh, please, i was locked in ages ago." logan rolled his eyes lightheartedly. "you think it's time to tell them?"

"i call dibs!"

oscar gaped at you indignantly. "wha—you can't call dibs on posting about our baby!"

"uh, sure i can," you replied cheekily. "i think i just did."

youruser

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youruser

fact

oscarpiastri making sure lo didn't lift a finger in zandvoort

logansargeant due april '25

tagged scuderiaferrari, logansargeant, oscarpiastri

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user22 WHAT

user23 YOU CAN'T JUST POST THIS OUT OF NOWHERE???!?????

user24 FR LIKE GIVE A GIRL SOME WARNING??

sebastianvettel congratulations! that baby will have some serious racing talent in their genes :)

charles_leclerc why does logan gets princess treatment and i don't :(

youruser he's my boyfriend

oscarpiastri his PREGNANT boyfriend

logansargeant charles_leclerc get your own boyfriend stop flirting with ours

scuderiaferrari baby race suit added to cart!

mclaren um ackshually ☝️ we've already got a contract ready for them so ...

logansargeant both wrong. baby's gonna be in blue.

williamsracing HAHA SUCK IT YOU CAN HAVE YOUR STUPID TROPHIES WE GET THE BABYYYYYYY

scuderiaferrari 😞

mclaren 😞

user25 EXCUSE ME??

lukebrowningracing congrats!! can't wait to meet them :D

logansargeant you'll be a great grid brother for baby x

lukebrowningracing i hope so!

user26 ew i didn't know logan was a girl ... he doesn't belong in the sport. oscar and y/n deserve so much better

user27 like you?

user26 i mean yeah kinda ...

youruser lol no

user28 if i were user26 i would never show my face again

oscarpiastri hope they don't!

user29 loscyn do NOT play about each other and i love that for them

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user30 i can't believe it's been over a year and we still know nothing about the piastri-sargeant-l/n baby :(

↳ user31 they really took that one comment about not being able to be subtle personally 😭

user32 as much as i'm sure we'd all like an update on baby from loscyn, let's all give them their privacy so they can enjoy being new parents <3

user33 IDC that it's their baby LET ME INNNNNN

youruser

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youruser back by unpopular demand: me.

debuting by popular demand: baby. (+ luke)

tagged lukebrowningracing, logansargeant, oscarpiastri

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user34 that's so cute

user35 they really weren't kidding abt luke being an older brother 😭

francolapinto i'm almost glad i don't have a seat so i can babysit during races

user36 how does it feel to live MY DREAM???

francolapinto good! thanks for asking :D

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author's note: poly!loscar + seahorse dad!logan ... sat down and wrote this in one day ... may be just a littleeeeeeee obsessed (admittedly there's not a whole lot of oscar content in the written bits but he's still Important so wtv)

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bunny-jpeg · 7 months ago

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⋆⋅☆max v. with a trans masc partner☆⋅⋆

max verstappen knew what he liked. while he usually put the front as a heterosexual man, he had always been a little more fluid about his sexuality outside of the limelight. he had kissed many men in his life as with women, even those who were neither men nor women. kissing was fun, sex was fun. and he wasn't going to limit himself to one set of tools to get the job down. a cock down the throat could be as delightful as sinking into a sweet pussy.

so it was more of a surprise for you to receive max's advances than it was for him to give them.

you remembered when you grandmother told you that she was concerned about you transitioning because you may "never find love" and you told her that it didn't matter. cars were your love, you didn't need a person to fill that gap. so when you met the three time world champion as the new mechanic for the 2024 season, you honestly didn't think too much about wooing him romantically.

but, max was wooed by you. especially when he saw that your lockscreen of your phone was a picture of your two cats, and when he brought up his cats, you just lit up. max liked that you treated him like he was a person. and you simply said, "mate, i'm pretty certain they don't let robots drive these cars." then slapped him on the back, "but i will make you bleed red if you total my car." then flashed him a smile.

you remembered the first time max kissed you. the dutch grand prix had been a total success and within the quietness of the garage post-race with the trophy max had won near by. he took you by the waist and kissed you. he'd later admit that he wanted to do it right on the track.

"do you kiss all your mechanics like that, verstappen?"

"no, only the ones who allow me to win." you two had spent almost the entire season bitching about red bull. max wondered if or when he eventually jumped teams, if he could take you with him. as he held you in his arms. chest to chest.

you admitted close to his ear, a little insecure, "i hope you know. i've built myself... i was born a girl, but became something more. different." then tried to pull back, fearful of his response. you weren't trying to trick him, you'd rather have it on the table.

but he pulled you back in, his blue eyes on you, "you act like i don't know what transgender people are, mechanic." he said as he leaned you back a little, to get a fuller look at you, "you act like i've never been to bed with one."

"i don't want to be a one night stand." you said, your hands on the front of his polo shirt. his hat long hit the floor in the heat of the kiss. you swallowed, "i won't be a toy, verstappen. i have too much respect for myself."

he chuckled, "that's what i like to hear." he held you around the waist and you kissed once more. he could feel the rise in his blood pressure. while you could've easily done it in the garage, max gave you the address of where he was staying and the lie to tell security.

the mechanics team were in another hotel, but if you wore your red bull branded uniform and had your mechanic's pass then you'd get in easily. they'd never suspect that you'd be intimate with the star of the team. and you did just that. even flashing a smile at security before you headed up to the elevator. they didn't even ask questions, which made your life easier.

you found max's room and he happily brought you in. but once the door was closed behind you. his strong arms were around you. he smiled at you, happy to see you. you carefully touched his face, part of you believed this was a strange dream after too many rum and cokes. but as you felt his facial hair under your hand, this was all painfully real.

"do you want this?" he asked.

you nodded and responded with a question of your own, "do you?"

his smile grew a little more, he leaned in closer to you. you only now realized how blue his eyes were, "since the moment i saw you come to the garage. you were more impressed with the car than with me... i found it endearing." he chuckled.

you held his face with both hands and gazed at him, "yeah, because it's a piece of shit car for a champion. it's like giving the king aluminum instead of gold."

he laughed before he leaned in for a kiss. you held his face close to yourself and you felt something bloom in your gut. eventually you got your worn sneakers kicked off and the jacket of your uniform off. it left you in a white t-shirt and max started to strip as well. you eyed his form and he eyed yours.

you felt his heated gaze linger on your chest for a moment and without thinking you crossed your arms across where your top surgery scars were. it was habit at that point.

max was in just his jeans and socks. he reached for your arms. feeling your warm under his palm as he carefully moved your arms away. he wanted to admire you, all of you.

"must've felt very different after the surgery." he said as he held your wrists, his eyes gazed on the fading scars. he was in no way to judge about scarring. at least yours were for something worthwhile, to change yourself in such a fundamental way, "was it scary?"

you shook your head, "no... i wanted to do everything afterwards. my doctor basically put me on bed rest because i was trying to push myself too hard. what was a four week recovery turned in seven."

he placed his hands on your flat chest and could feel the slight raise of the scars under his palms, "you push yourself too hard."

you swallowed, feeling the heat in your cheeks, "if you want to be the best. you have to do more than your best." your gaze met his. it felt so painfully intimate. this wasn't just sex in a hotel room, this was intimacy. max wanted more than your body, he wanted to know all the nooks of your soul and what inhabited them.

he leaned in once more, "we have that in common." before he kissed you once more. his kiss was sweeter, an assurance that you and your body were nothing to be ashamed of. if anything he admired it, even though he couldn't relate to the feelings you carried. he could at least understand the guts it took to go through it.

to become more than you what was given to you. it endeared you to him as you broke the kiss and continued to get undressed. the more of your bodies exposed to one another, the hotter the room got. even with the air conditioning rattling in the room. you could feel the heat between you two.

max sighed, "i don't have condoms... i can pull out or we can do something else." he explained as he got into the bed with you. both naked. his broad hand grazed across your body.

you responded and placed his hand on your lower abdomen, right before your pussy, "hysterectomy. six months before i started. are you clean though?"

he replied, "yes. been a long time since i've been with someone anyway." he was telling the truth. since you started at the season, everything had become a blur with you and the championship being a central focus.

his pointer finger trailed across the scar for a moment before he took your face in his hands and kissed you once more. you could go on about the shape of your face, but in his hands it felt very small. you hadn't realized that max verstappen had paws instead of hands. the thought made you giggle a little into the kiss.

he pulled away and looked at you before he laid you out on your back. he asked with a small smile, "what are you laughing about?"

you looked up at him and said, "didn't realized that formula one drivers had such big hands. every seen them up close like this before." then yelped a little when max grabbed you by the hips and pushed himself up against you.

he curved his back over you and maintained eye contact, those blue eyes were swimming with lust, "well. it's good you haven't seen others this close up. i might get a little jealous."

you looked away for a moment with a stupid grin on your face, "okay, flirt. why don't we get to it before i melt into this bed." then a soft moan left your lips as he rubbed his cock up against your wet cunt.

he admired you for a moment, hoping the image of your naked body stayed with him for weeks to come. you looked masculine. he wasn't going to say "technically" it's not having sex with a man. you were a man just as much as he was if not more. you had to create your manhood and you made it to perfection.

"i want you." you said softly.

he leaned forward and kissed you gently on the lips before he eased his cock into you. he replied with an equal softness, "i want you too, mechanic." the nickname made your ears hot as he moved against you. he thrusts were gently but gained a steady momentum.

you held onto the covers under your back and let him move against you. once you got a hold of his rhythm, you were able to meet his movements as well. the kisses you two shared grew hot as max planted both hands on either side of you and moved.

you two were moving against one another, locked in a heated kiss. the bed shifted slightly under your movements. max was thankful that were was not a bed on the opposite side of the wall. and that this place had enough insulation to keep your noises muffled.

the last thing he wanted was your integrity to come into question. that you only got to where you were because of your seductive ways. the noises between you two were soft. there was no need to rush, the race was over and tomorrow you'd be on the flight to the next one.

he took your hands and held them by your head, which kept you two close but also allowed him to keep you pinned under him. when you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his. the noises were harder to keep under wraps the more you moved. the pleasure felt like fireworks in your brain.

you moaned a little bit before you said, "i was thinking something stupid."

max chuckled his sweaty forehead against yours, "tell me."

"i realized what your eyes remind me of." you admitted softly, "i couldn't quite pin it after we met." you were breathing heavily as you locked your fingers further with his.

"and what do they remind of you?" he asked, curiously. he had heard people refer to them like the ocean, the sky after a store, the definition of blue.

you replied, "home. the lake near where i lived. not scary like the ocean. familiar like the lakes i grew up near."

max had no words, he simply laid another kiss on you. his hands grasped your tightly as you two moved together more. the pace quickened and max knew that he wanted to be in your life for a long period of time. he wanted you to be his home.

you moaned against the kiss, feeling the heat leap in your belly as you felt closer to orgasm. you came first with your lips against his. your back arched but your hands were pinned to the bed. it felt good as pleasure rushed to your brain.

max broke the kiss and continued to move against you. he let go of your hands in favour of your hips where he bounced your further against his cock. it made crackles of pleasure appear in your brain. and he was no better, his heavy breathing and occasional moan fueled his need to finish. and when he did, he did so inside of you. max never thought too much about the surgery you had, but he was thankful for it tonight.

he stayed inside of you for a moment as he cooled down before he left a kiss on the corner of your mouth. full of such tenderness as he pulled out of you and ran his fingers through his short hair.

you laid out next to him and heavily panting, feeling so vulnerable. he stayed closer to you, eventually pulling you to him and resting his chin on top of your head. you got comfortable against him.

"if you have any questions, i can answer them... about the whole trans thing." you swallowed, even now you felt embarrassed bringing it up. you felt it was a mood killer.

he took you by the chin and made you face him. he smiled down at you. he asked one question, "are you happy? did you get the life you wanted?"

you nodded in response, "everything and more." and that was enough for max. anything else you felt the need to tell him would be told with time, after all, max expected to be in your life for many years to come. both as his mechanic and lover.

max would only come clean about the relationship two years later. the end of his contract with red bull and a final championship was enough for the driver to retire peacefully. and when he retired, you retired and you made a home in monaco.

the coming out post set the internet ablaze. especially given how long you two had been together. wasn't anything too special, just a small collection of photos that he had taken over your time together. like the time you wore his helmet in 2025 with a big thumbs up. and that time you thoroughly messed up a birthday cake for him, and with the camera in your face, he rubbed the icing off your cheek. the one that really captured eyes was the one that a friend took of you at a house party when max came to visit your home country, with his legs over your strong lap and his lips against your face. you were smiling like the sun. being the center of a media storm was only braved with max by your side. at one point turning your phone off and throwing it onto the couch. his kisses were still loving as always, his words soft, and his affirmations of your gender were often so sweet that you'd cover your face in embarrassment.

you were always comfortable with the idea of not meeting your 'other half', you had been given a second chance at life once you came out. and if no one could accept you then so be it. but as you laid out on the couch laid out against your boyfriend with sassy at your side and your cat between the crook of your knee, you felt loved. <3

a/n: i do write for masc readers as well, both cis and beyond. just not as often because many request femme readers. but if an idea is cooking in your head. hit me with it!

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thatguywrites · 13 days ago

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Beautiful Boy

Coming out to Carlos sainz as a Trans Man

Tw: Accidental Misgendering

When Carlos walked into your shared flat after yet another grueling race weekend, he expected you to be lounging on the couch waiting for him. Maybe watching a movie or maybe running around with a squeaky toy in your hand, trying to get Pinion to catch you. Instead, the apartment was dead silent, with only Pinion coming up to greet him.

As he bent down a small frown formed on his face "Hey buddy, where's mama? Huh? Is she asleep?" Looking up at the clock, he saw that it was only about dinner time, yet there were no abandoned dishes out on the table, or in the sink, as he would have expected if you had fallen asleep so fast.

He slowly rose and made his way to your shared room, cracking the door open to see a small mound on his side of the bed, completely covered in blankets. He couldn't help himself as he snapped a quick photo before slowly entering the room and laying along side you.

"Hola, mi amor. You ok? I saw you fed Pinon, but you didn't feed yourself did you." He nuzzled his head along your back, and along your too long hair.

A small 'I'm okay' came out from the mound that could be identified as you, but it was clear that it wasn't true. You seemed a mess, as he reached out to brush out your hair, the oil that came onto your fingers told him that you hadn't showered since he'd left

"Pretty girl, we both know that's not true. Can you tell me what's really wrong?" He pulled you around to face him, rubbing his thumb along your cheek, "I love you, you know. Nothing you tell me can change that. Even if you murdered someone. I'll still love you-"

"But you won't" You cried out, burying your face into his chest "You won't love me, because I'm a freak. I'm trans, I'm a boy, I'm sorry"

Carlos foze for a second and every atoms in your body was telling you that he was about to break up with you, but instead of screaming and pushing you away, his hands cradled your cheeks, pulling your face up to look at him, looking into your tear filled eyes with a kind smile and the loving eyes that you had grown used to, but hadn't expected.

"You're no freak, baby boy. You're my boyfriend, no? I'm sorry I was not saying that correctly before, and I'm sorry this has caused you so much distress. I don't care about your gender, or anything. I care about you, the beautiful person I fell in love with. Man or Women, it's you I love"

Carlos' little speech made your heart melt, as you held him as tight as possible, as if he was about to say it was all a joke and that he was about to leave you.

Carlos pulled you onto his lap, before bringing you into the bathroom, drawing a bath and showing you with masculine compliments, your jawline, muscles, voice. He asked you your name, pronouns, brought up bringing you to Charles' mom for a haircut.

That night he showered you with more affection you evened thought you would get after coming out. You truly lucked out with him.

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· BOYFRIEND ·

✮ your hands are so soft, please, never take them off.

⭒ Alex Albon × Trans FTM Reader

⋆ oneshot WC: 1567 ⋮⋮⋮ journalist reader ⋮⋮⋮ fluff ⋮⋮⋮ insta-love.

⋆ summary ┈ The world of sports journalism is not easy being trans, but Alex is willing to accompany you in everything.

⋆ face claim ┈ nobody.

⋆ warnings ┈ transphobia mention - transphobic countries. Slight mention of Williams driver replacements.

⋆ requested? ┈ Yes! ◀ (thanks 🩰 for the request! <3)

« K » Posting this & running to the classroom to take an exam. Hope it's cute enough, or at least a little cute.

· Hope yall enjoy :]

You knew that being trans in the world of sports journalism wasn't easy. Much less for you, who aspired to cover Formula 1 seasons, as so many people you had seen do since you were a child.

You dreamed of being the one to give those often iconic interviews, although the interviewer's work wasn't always truly recognized.

It was your dream, and despite knowing the path would be complicated and perhaps even fraught with extra obstacles, you decided to try. You decided to make your dream a reality.

You studied, you prepared, and you put in as much effort as you could to climb the ladder to make a name for yourself. You worked hard, tirelessly, but you knew it had all been worth it when the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself: a fellow journalist from the channel was retiring. His job? Covering Formula 1 race weekends from the tracks.

You didn't hesitate for a second to accept the job. You couldn't believe what you were experiencing, not even when you were already in Imola, leaving the hotel parking lot with your team, heading to the track.

But your dreams weren't the only ones coming true that weekend.

Williams was the center of attention, more specifically Franco Colapinto, who would be making his official debut for a full weekend and lasting until the end of the year.

That same weekend, even though he was overwhelmed by everything happening around him, you met Alex.

He was as sweet in person as he looked in videos or even sweeter. Attentive, he mentioned that he remembered talking to the previous journalist about his retirement and that he was happy you had gotten the job.

You were nervous, it was inevitable, but his words gave you encouragement and some calm.

"I'm sure you'll do a great job. I hope to see you often."

"Likewise for you! Good luck in qualifying tomorrow."

You congratulated him on scoring points over the weekend, and then it was on to Azerbaijan, a race you covered from the studio.

While waiting between the Italian Grand Prix and the Singapore Grand Prix, you noticed certain names popping up in your social media notifications. alex_albon and georgerussell63. You laughed as you watched them, preparing for the following weekend.

“You didn't come to Azerbaijan,” you heard as you walked through the paddock, looking for the rest of your team.

“Alex!” You turned around, surprised that he had approached you to talk. He shook your hand in greeting, as you replied, “We decided with the channel that I would cover some races from the studio,” you explained briefly.

Alex didn't elaborate on the topic, and you didn't mention anything else before he started talking to you about that race.

You congratulated him on his good result and the points he had managed to score. It had been a spectacular weekend for Williams.

You noticed how you had slowed down, maybe to take longer to reach the hospitality area, but it was inevitable, and your ways had to separate.

"See you later," in an act that Alex could only describe to George as 'a rush of adrenaline', he winked at you before running to take refuge in the Williams hospitality area.

Feeling the temperature slowly rise on your face, you continued on your way, hoping you weren't too flushed so you could go on camera without question.

From that weekend on, you were the first person Alex looked for from the moment he arrived at the track to the post-race interviews.

The brief conversations while walking around the paddock grew longer and longer, and you even started chatting via Instagram until you ended up exchanging phone numbers. Then, as the months went by, the outings outside the track began, like dinners together after races or walks around the city.

Your coworkers had started joking about your relationship, and although you pretended to be annoyed, you were somewhat excited.

Alex was very sweet, always trying to make you feel comfortable and safe. You enjoyed your time with him, and he seemed comfortable, too. The fact that you were trans was never a secret between you, and he never made you feel less or unaccepted, quite the opposite.

You didn't usually share much of your life and experiences with other people, much less with other cis men, but Alex never made you feel afraid to speak up. He inspired a trust in you that few people ever instilled before. And the more time you spent together, the greater the trust grew.

You felt comfortable, and it was evident that Alex did too.

You realized this when you found yourself meeting Alex's pets and his sister.

Sitting on the floor of the house, with a cat sleeping in your lap, watching the siblings in front of you, telling you stories from their childhood.

There was a feeling of familiarity. You couldn't describe it, but it just felt right.

Alex felt something similar when he saw you at his house, with his family, his pets, and his friends. Now, with his sister, or when you and George and Carmen went out to dinner. The inside jokes that now included you; the constant messages on the weekends, whether you were at the track or not; sometimes even calls, especially on those non-racing weekends that found you away for days.

Everyone around Alex was starting to wonder when the two of you would make your relationship official; others even believed you were dating, especially the people on social media, who had seen for almost two years how you interacted both in person and in comments on posts.

And the long-awaited day finally arrived.

During the winter break, after the 2025 season, he surprised you with a message: "Would you be surprised to see me at your door if I asked for your address first?"

No, he asking for your address didn't make it any less shocking to see him arrive by taxi at your house. Especially not after he told you he had a reservation at a fancy restaurant for the weekend.

“Don't feel pressured to accept. I understand if you refuse. I mean, I appeared out of nowhere. Maybe it was a bad idea…”

“Alex,” you interrupted. “Dinner? I'd love to.” That signature smile of his returned to his face, following him to the dinner two days later.

A dream restaurant, one that also seemed quite expensive, but as soon as you entered, Alex said that the night was on him. 'As a thank you for accepting the invitation without forewarning.' You wanted to argue, but it was in vain. –Then, when George found out, he mocked that maybe Alex liked paying for everyone's dinners.–

The night passed between chatting and laughing, even agreeing to order dessert so you could spend a little more time there, stretching the night as much as possible. When it was impossible to continue there, you went for a ride around the city.

With Alex by your side, even the most ordinary views felt special now. And they became even more special when, after driving slowly through the streets in a rented car, Alex parked where you indicated.

“Now are you supposed to ask me out, or do I have to?”

“I was waiting to see if you wanted to,” he confessed between laughs, which quickly spread to you. “Should I ask or you?”

“Both?” Still giggling, you both nodded.

Counting with his fingers, Alex counted down until when it reached zero, the two of you asked in unison, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?” before you both nodded in unison.

You were both calming down from your laughter when you saw the other.

“Are you sure you want to date me?” you asked.

“I’ve never been so sure about something,” he nodded, as if it were a given. “There’s nothing I want more.”

“But— are you sure?”

“What's all this about? Why wouldn't I be sure?”

“I... I don't know. Maybe…” ‘Maybe being trans is a problem.’ Alex, who seemed to be able to read your mind, quickly found your hand and entwine your fingers.

“Honestly, was there ever a time when you felt like I didn't accept something about you?” You quickly shook your head. He had never done or said anything even close. You'd never felt afraid or uncomfortable around him. You were afraid, but you didn't even have any reason to feel that way, at least not on his part. “I love and accept you as you are, and if necessary, I'm willing to remind you of that every day. My boyfriend doesn't deserve to feel insecure about anything.” You let out a small laugh.

“I think that's enough... for now.” You wouldn't deny that you liked those kinds of affirmations, although with the mix of emotions, you knew that now your entire face was completely red.

“Fine. But whenever you need me to remind you what a wonderful man you are, or talk about how lucky I feel to have such an amazing boyfriend like you, you can just ask.” You laughed again, wanting to cover your face, but since Alex was still holding your hand, you could only look away.

When you looked at him again, you felt his gaze like a question, to which you nodded, silently giving him permission to come closer, sealing their first kiss. The first of many.

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lenoide · 2 years ago

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Grand Prix Elite Academy (1/10)

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨Toto (professor) x reader (student, future F1 driver)][👨‍❤️‍👨Lewis x Seb][💘Romance][🥵Smut][🎀Age-gap][❤️‍🔥Wild parties][🏫College AU][🌈Queer/Fem/Trans Sebastian][✍️WIP][⏳Long read]

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One College, designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the faculties, and try to win this year's Elite Cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes, all while befriending your eclectic classmates, join the wild parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Race to Greatness! Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fic set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program called WomenOne and have lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold. Becoming the outcast new girl is always challenging, especially when all of you live on one campus.

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Chapter 1: Hi, Society

Everyone in Monaco, they say, is filthy rich.

Well, that’s a half-lie. There's also the working class, the ones who keep the yachts polished, the mansions spotless, and the restaurants bustling.

That's your tribe, the ones who live far from the elite’s sea-view penthouses and sprawling estates, on the outskirts of town near the border with France, where the mountains rise behind and your family resides, from where the world-famous Monaco marina looks like a tiny little ant in the distance.

You’re part of a middle-class household of three: you, your dad, and your dog.

It’s a life of early mornings and long commutes. Between school and the family’s auto parts and components store, your days are a blur of movement.

But you’ve always found comfort in the rhythm. Even if it’s not the glamorous Monaco dream, it's a good life.

You had the misfortune, now you call it that, of having a childhood shaped by your dad’s obsession with motorsports.

He’s the kind of madman who’d call Formula 1 a religion, and your home, by extension, was practically a shrine to it.

Books of Senna and Schumacher lined on the bookshelf, and the TV never missed a race. To your dad, Monaco wasn’t just home, it was sacred ground.

Your dad’s a middle-aged man with an easy smile and charming persona. He’s the kind of guy women flirt with, and some men too.

But despite the attention, he’s stayed single, ever since your mom passed away.

You’ve encouraged him to date, even pleaded at times, but his devotion to work and to you has left little room for anyone else.

Okay, he's a charming man with a sense of humor and is in shape, I get it now.

He is a hard-working mechanic/manager/business owner, who invested his inheritance into building two family businesses: a repair shop and an auto parts store, located just a stone’s throw from each other.

It was a gamble, but one that paid off within years of sweat and perseverance.

And yes, you’ve inherited his passion for cars.

Yes, yes, I am a "daddy's girl." Fine. I admit it.

It's a bit embarrassing, but he's your hero. He has been fundamental to your childhood and life.

By the time you were in elementary school, thanks to him you could name every part of an engine and explain its function.

By high school, you were helping at the workshop to fix them.

By your senior years, you were racing cars.

Since you were little daydreaming has always been your escape.

Your therapist calls it MaDD, or maladaptive daydreaming, a coping mechanism born from the need to find solace in a life filled with cracks.

Even with loving and caring parents, you grew up feeling a bit alone, they were always working, so when you were a kid, you started to sneak into the driver’s seat of the luxury cars that came into the shop for repairs. The leather and the smell of high-octane fuel were intoxicating... literally.

You’d close your eyes, gripping the wheel, imagining the unit transforming into the fastest racing car as the engine's roar took you on sharp corners in a Formula 1 track inside your mind.

Of course, I always won the race!

That if none of the mechanics or your dad got you out of the car before time.

When you turned eight, your family scraped together enough to take you karting. It was more expensive and demanding than anyone expected, besides heavy on the body.

But you loved it, more than anything on this Earth! Your dog was a second close, that says a lot.

As the years passed by you lived for the burn in your muscles after practice and the exhilaration of Sunday races. Your natural talent shone, collecting trophies on your way up, and soon enough, sponsors noticed.

You rose through the ranks with grit and determination. Formula Renault came first, then Formula 4. Victory after victory, you poured your heart into making your dream a reality, and by that point, you were body and soul invested in your racing career.

And then, one sad September, everything changed.

Your mom got sick.

After her passing, nothing was ever the same, and your racing dreams got buried along with her.

Dealing with the aftermath of her departure left your family emotionally shattered and financially drained. Medical bills piled up, and the dreams you’d worked so hard for, slipped through your fingers.

The racing world moved on without you, and you without them.

“Time heals all wounds.”

Another half-lie people tell.

You learn to go on with the ache, but it never truly leaves. Grief lingers in your bones yet you learn to live life the best way possible.

In the years that followed, you entered the second half of your teen years with a reset, as if your life started over as if someone else lived your past.

You start helping more with the family business, the one your mom ran, as you witness your father getting more tired and stressed day by day after her absence, trying to juggle everything.

The karting and tracks soon become memories, and the store is now your life. After school, you go there instead to the circuit to practice.

The shop is located in an old part of town that once used to be a cheap neighborhood, but not anymore, still not the most luxurious area, but very centric, just blocks down from Monaco's main avenue.

As the business grew, the shop underwent several refurbishes and improvements. All made by your uncle Marco's construction company, he's your late mom's brother and also your godfather. He's as "young" as your dad and mom. Your parents had you amidst their college years.

Now thanks to the work he has done, the store is modern and bright, and thanks to you it looks clean and organized.

The shop has tall white walls with blue product racks, ones you helped paint, and shelves that gleam with products, tidy and organized, and a neat grey polished concrete floor where you can almost see your reflection, pendant lights hanging from the ceiling, and large promotional posters giving the place character.

Your days are spent behind the counter facing the entrance, balancing the stock, doing customer service, and your schoolwork, even watching Netflix on slow days.

'Diesel', your old basset hound, was always by your side, sometimes wearing his shop-logo bandana like the unofficial mascot of the store he is. Customers adore him, some come back just to see him and give him some pats.

I know this isn't racing, but it's something at least.

The store's most recent and exciting acquisition is a set of automatic sliding doors and a welcome custom floor mat with the shop's logo.

Jesus! How fucking boring has my life become?! From the trills of racing, and the high adrenaline of winning to spend my days inside a shop.

But still, you are so grateful for those small acquisitions. Before, the sliding doors came, during busy days you wanted to tear your ears off at the nonstop sound of the bell atop the door every time it opened and closed.

The store is at the very corner of the street, and your dad's large workshop is two buildings away, across the road, pretty near and convenient for your commuting.

Your dad lives and breathes inside that workshop. Your household is one of those that leaves the family home very early in the morning only to return at night to sleep.

In Monaco, if you want to achieve anything you need a good appearance. Both your businesses are different from your 'usual' mechanic's spots.

Yes, there is still oil in some parts... but this is Monaco, after all.

When you turned eighteen, things started looking up, and financially healthier after some pretty rough years.

Businesses stabilized, and your dad and godfather surprised you with a gift. After working hard they’d revamped the store’s attic into a small apartment just for you.

The shop's second floor used to be a storage space and now it has become a tiny and simple but cozy flat, an open-floor concept, a one-bedroom with a kitchenette and a counter bar for two stools, plus a sitting area with a bulky love seat and a TV.

You asked for a study desk to be placed not that far from the skylight window facing the street, and your queen-size bed with a nightstand completed the space, along with a door that leads to the world's tiniest bathroom.

You love this rabbit hole so freaking much, even more than your actual home, a bit more spacious two-and-a-half-bedroom apartment with a small balcony on the outskirts of town nearer the mountains.

Your dad and godfather allowed you to choose the decor style, so you furnished it with minimalist boho touches, creating a space that felt uniquely yours.

It wasn’t an apartment with ocean views, but it was a home to you. And you loved it!

With each passing year, you took on more responsibilities at the store, from managing social media to convincing your dad to expand online. You became the backbone of the business, you knew every product on the shelves and every price.

At this point in your life, you were fluent in the language of the mechanics, and you joked around it should be listed as a skill on your future CV, due to growing up and still living surrounded by them.

When you revisit your childhood photo albums, depending on the picture, you may react with a smile or laugh. There are too many photos from your birthday parties, all held at the workshop.

Where in them, you appear surrounded by groups of the most alpha males you could imagine, mechanics with tattoos, beards, and muscles all wearing girly birthday props as you blow candles off a Barbie-inspired cake or with whatever theme was trendy with girls back in the day.

And since now you are a full-grown woman under their stares, they act all overprotective of you nowadays, especially when some boy your age tries to flirt with you while buying something with their parent's credit card at the store.

But they can't get it any more wrong!

While you excel at work, your personal life remains empty. You’d never had a boyfriend, and the idea of romance feels as distant as your racing dreams.

Not that you are uninterested, quite the opposite. You don't recall when or how, but you started developing an attraction for MEN, real men.

Not boys, but older guys.

No seniors tho, but for that dangerous middle-aged group of males that make your knees quiver and you to beg, "Please, Daddy, run me over with that sports car," as you stare at them driving past the store's big windows facing the street on their direction to your dad's workshop's entrance, holding the wheel of their expensive fast cars.

You had a weakness for them, but those fantasies sadly were just that: fantasies.

Sigh.

Those guys remained totally out of your league, and well, you don't have enough of a social life for somebody to introduce you to a man of that type or status.

And let's not talk about the fact you have never had action of any kind, no bed experience or skills flirting. To your dad's peace of mind, you imagine, you remain a virgin.

Maybe my shy nature or insecurities, who fucking knows?

Fast forward a year and you are only a couple of days to graduation.

The end of your high school years brought you a mix of hope and dread, many universities showed up at your school to promote their college programs in a sort of reverse 'Open Day'.

You try to avoid the Grand Prix Elite Academy people like they had the plague, knowing that's one dream you can't afford.

And looks like they know it too!

You can tell by the looks their extremely hot model-looking 'Student Affairs' promoters give you as you succumb to the temptation to peek into their fancy promotional stand.

You nervously approach it without saying a word and leave after they unwantedly hand you a booklet with all the information about their college, programs, tuition, scholarships, and more, knowing you weren’t part of their target demographic.

In all honesty, they looked a bit annoyed to be there, to attend a school without potential or preferred clients. They weren't shy to hide their blatant classism.

Back at your loft, you remove your shoes by the entrance and drop your stressed tote bag on the couch before getting cozy in it as you gather the courage to hurt yourself by daring to flip through the GPEA's booklet.

"Grand Prix Elite Academy, the ultimate path to success in the world of motorsports.

Our programs are exclusive bachelor's degrees designed for aspiring Formula One drivers and those who dream of pursuing a career in professional racing or the motorsports world.

Our unique racing driver program offers unparalleled training and mentorship from seasoned professionals, personalized coaching from world-class racing experts, and access to state-of-the-art facilities and cutting-edge simulators, opening the doors to the world of F1 through our networking opportunities with industry leaders.

Our degree aims to cultivate the skills and mindsets of future champions, being the ultimate platform for developing the aptitudes, knowledge, and connections necessary to reach the pinnacle of motorsports.

Drive to Greatness. Race with us. Go Elite, Go GPEA."

After reading the entire booklet a hundred times and scanning all the pictures, you take a look at the degree's subjects, hollering at the tuition prices attached to it.

To enlist in all classes and to enroll for JUST ONE school year! Paying for the accommodations, materials, and equipment required plus the academy's maintenance fee and your health care/insurance and nutrition plus fitness plan, you needed for your dad to sell the house and the store.

You can't help but be miserable, feeling the burden of your life's dream getting crushed, and you cry about it till you fall asleep.

Your dad goes up to your loft, looking for you, worried, after three missed phone calls and sending several texts to your number, getting no reply.

The day was over, and you two should be heading home already to avoid traffic. He always texts you when it's time for you to leave, usually, you rush downstairs to the sidewalk by the store's exit to wait for him to pick you up in the car.

On this occasion, it went differently. He comes closer to the sofa to wake you up but stops halfway, noticing the GPEA's booklet now spread on the floor next to your limp hand falling from the edge of the couch.

He perceives the puffiness and redness around your eyes, you have been crying! That makes him feel a bump in his throat, he gets it, he knows why, then he releases a heavy sigh as bends to pick it up and place it inside his satchel.

He doesn't mention anything of this as you two and Diesel share dinner once you arrive home.

Your graduation came and went, and your dad and his team of mechanics cheered and sobbed louder than anyone else in the audience as you went up the strand to receive your diploma, their little girl soon to be a college freshman.

And with that, the summer break officially arrived!

You apply for several engineering bachelor's programs within your budget, in town, or nearby like San Remo, aiming to carve out a path in the motorsports world, even if it wasn’t behind the wheel.

As the morning the acceptance letters were due to arrive drew closer, with each passing hour, your nerves grew. You crossed your fingers, silently hoping that rejection wasn’t waiting for you inside those crisp white envelopes.

When the day finally came, three out of four programs welcomed you, and for the first time in years, you felt a glimmer of pride.

Fuck yeah!

A part of you wasn’t surprised. You’d worked hard for this, acing admission tests and nailing interviews, besides having stellar grades.

I am quite a nerd.

Still, the validation felt like a warm light after years of shadow.

That same afternoon, the postman arrives once more, unexpectedly, as you stare at him perplexed he hands you an envelope, its heavy paper embossed with the Grand Prix Elite Academy’s prestigious crest.

You freeze, staring at it, trying to process it, then tear it open, hands trembling.

It's good that your dad is sitting across from you at the shop’s counter, sharing a quiet lunch at the exact moment this unfolds, to clarify your doubts.

"What is this?!" your voice comes out louder than you intended as you hurry over to him.

"Listen, don't get mad at me," your dad puts down his fork and stops eating for a moment to face you. “And wait! Don’t get your hopes too high just yet,” he adds, noticing your breath coming faster. “Read it first.”

"WHAT?!!"

"Y/N, breathe, easy..."

You quickly scan the letter's content.

"AH!" a funny scream comes out of your mouth, and you look at your dad with eyes so wide before pulling him into a tight hug, brusquely. "I GOT IN! I GOT THIS YEAR'S SCHOLARSHIP!! THIS CAN BE FUCKING HAPPENING!! HOW!!?"

"Language," he scolds you. "I applied for you, well, I wrote them an email pretending to be you. I hated it, by the way. I had to channel my inner annoying teenage girl,” he adds with a mock shudder, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Then, I sent their college board a long ass e-mail explaining to them our financial situation, I told them about your backstory, about your talent, and how you deserved that scholarship. I didn’t think they’d actually say yes," he looks a bit embarrassed at his confession. "Good thing I documented your entire promising racing career as if it were to be televised on Nat Geo."

"HEY!" you protest at his hint of your bio-pic belonging to the animal network.

"I knew... I know... how important this is for you. I'm so sorry that we cannot afford it on our own. I know my girl has the talent, after what we have put you through, you deserve a place in that college more than any of those rich kids. Thank God they went all charity on your ass and gave you that full scholarship!"

You laugh it off as happy tears run down your face. Your dad hasn't seen you this happy, not since your mom was still with you.

"OH GOD!" you exclaim suddenly, scanning the rest of the letter.

Your dad’s heart skips a beat. “WHAT?!” he asks, his brows knitting in concern.

“It says here I need to register ASAP on their virtual classroom platform since I missed the in-person summer program they just held!” you explain in a rush. “I just got in, and I’m already behind!”

Without waiting for a reply, you bolt to your laptop, fumbling to set it up. Before you open it, though, you pause and glance back at your dad. "Dad, I love you, you have nothing to apologize for, you have done more than your very best."

The countdown to the start of the academic year begins, and with each passing day, your anxiety levels increase. While your dad, watching your growing hysteria, begins second-guessing his decision.

Billions of thoughts flood your mind.

What if they don’t like me? What if I fail? Am I even good enough? Will they welcome me? Shit, I have nothing to wear. For fucks sake this attire list is so pretentious. What the hell is "smart-casual" supposed to mean? Do I really need four cocktail dresses? I think I have something that fits the formal requirements but I don't own any black or white tie gowns. Aren’t we supposed to wear those beautiful, preppy private school uniforms?

OH, LORD!

Then, one morning, a heavy box arrives, addressed to you.

You tear the seal open, heart pounding, only to be met with a sight so luxurious it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs.

Inside lies your Grand Prix Elite Academy 'welcome package', elegantly folded, pristine, and undeniably expensive.

Several sleek grey blazers, impeccably tailored lie inside along with blue, grey, and striped cashmere sweaters with matching pleated mini skirts and many more meticulously branded items, all designed by none other than Thom Browne.

You run your fingers over the expensive fabrics, soaking their significance.

This is real, this is happening.

Enclosed is a note outlining the GPEA's dress code: This uniform is to be worn temporarily, a neutral identifier until you earn a place in a faculty. Each faculty has its distinctive liveries/uniforms.

If accepted into one of the faculties' driver's programs, as a rookie, you might get a seat in one of their cars and maybe, just maybe, a shot at competing in the Elite Cup, if you are good enough.

A shiver of anticipation courses through you as you picture your name in one of those 22 slots after excelling at the Qualy rounds.

But first things first.

You were asked to start by doing your faculty assignment process. Student Affairs made it clear: You must apply for two faculties of your choice.

If neither selects you back after reviewing your curriculum and conducting interviews, you’ll have one final chance to get into one, in the form of an invitation from a faculty willing to take you in by selecting you from what they call the "driver's market".

If no invitation arrives, you’ll remain within the generic GPEA's faculty, waiting for another chance next year when you are allowed to apply for faculties again or for someone to switch faculties mid-year, which is rare.

You spend hours researching each faculty, poring over their legacies, leadership styles, philosophies, values, and ethos.

You inspect the pictures of their exclusive common rooms referred to as ‘hospitalities’—where only their alumni can gather and enjoy their exclusive facilities and where their special and unique lessons take place.

After careful deliberation, you submit applications to Mercedes and McLaren.

Then moving your attention back to the bottom of your 'welcome package' box, you find additional paperwork, an extensive checklist of tasks to complete before your first day on campus, the official attire code handbook, and, at the very end, your scholarship details.

Your sponsor is ‘WomanOne,’ a global charity dedicated to supporting young women in higher education.

Reading their brochure, you’re flooded with a mix of awe and gratitude. Those stories of resilience, ambition, and success ignite something within you, something fierce.

You swear, right then and there, to prove yourself.

Your grades, your race performance, and your reputation are crucial to them.

No pressure, right? Study hard. Ace your subjects. Win the Elite Cup. Easy peasy!

Two weeks later, another envelope arrives, this time bearing an invitation to the Homecoming Gala, a luscious extravaganza and themed event hosted annually by GPEA to welcome their alumni.

How is everything they send so ridiculously luxurious?!

The gala is scheduled two nights before the academic year starts, set to take place in their grand ballroom on campus.

It’s mandatory. The thought makes you laugh, you’ve never been demanded to attend a fancy party before.

The next morning, following instructions, you download the GPEA app and begin filling out your student profile.

What should have been a simple task turns into an ordeal, costing you blood, sweat, and nearly a tear or two.

It takes a million snaps before you finally capture a photo of yourself that you like and also meets all their strict requirements.

White background, check. Proper lighting, check. Face visible, check. Wearing the uniform, check. Medium-shot framing, check. A picture where you actually like how you look? Eh… close enough.

You did what you could, adjusting angles, fixing your hair, and trying to smile just right. You wanted to look perfect. You wanted to look like you belonged.

Four days later, a push notification pings on your phone. Inside the GPEA's app are two new messages under the ‘Driver's Market’ tab.

Your breath catches as you open them. The Ferrari and Aston Martin faculty principals have invited you for scheduled video interviews.

Without hesitation, you tap ‘accept’ on both invitations. Instantly, two new events are added to your iCal, different dates, different times, all set.

Shit just got real!

“Y/N seems rather sweet for this brutal concrete jungle. I hope she survives,” Lewis says, lounging in nothing but a pair of tight, white trunks that leave none to the imagination.

As he holds his beloved Seb in his arms. Both of them are sprawled across Lewis’ bed inside his campus dorm room, the one Sebastian moved into, a decision that surprised no one as he peeks at Vettel’s MacBook Air screen.

This year, they both volunteered at the Student Affairs Department to obtain the mandatory credits they need to graduate. Well, Sebastian applied for the position, and as always, he dragged Lewis along.

Vettel was scrolling through the new student profiles on the GPEA platform, and their eyes landed on yours. As part of his duties, Seb is in charge of this year's admissions, so he started copying your details into the student's ID template he has ready on Canva, preparing files for printing, those new student credentials needed to be ready soon.

“Is Y/N available in the 'Driver's Market¡ already?” Lewis asks lazily.

“Yes,” Sebastian murmurs, eyes still glued to his screen. “All faculties principals have received her profile, but so far, only Ferrari and Aston have booked interviews with her.”

Seb angles his neck to tell Lewis, and places a sensual kiss on his lips while both his hands travel down Hamilton's muscular thighs. “Guess what? She applied for Mercedes.”

“Interesting,” Lewis replies, his voice a murmur as he begins placing gentle kisses on Seb’s lips with each word he lets out.

“So,” he whispers, pressing another soft but longer kiss to Seb's mouth, letting the warmth linger.

“Any,” another kiss, this one deeper and more playful, as he pulls back to meet Seb’s gaze, a hint of mischief in his eyes, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along Seb’s inner leg.

“News,” another kiss, teasingly slow, savoring it.

“From,” a suggestive bite on the bottom lip arousing them both.

“Zack?” Lewis continues, slipping his tongue into the kiss, making Seb’s breath hitch in surprise and excitement.

“Toto hasn’t mentioned anything to us, has he, my love?” Lewis ends the passionate kiss with a satisfied smile, pulling back slightly to examine the flustered expression on Seb's face; his cheeks are visible red on his white skin and his parted lips are slightly swollen.

Seb blinks couple of times, trying to gather his thoughts, “No, he hasn't, but you know how it goes my scholarship god. I have a feeling we’re about to find out soon enough,” he replies.

Then Lewis tightens his hold around Seb’s waist, shifting his attention to the inviting skin of Seb's collarbone, his lips trail down sucking his soft milky skin.

“Y/N looks so promising, such a talent with a raw story. Feeling nervous about it? She could claim your ‘full scholarship prodigy’ title,” Seb teases, his fingers dancing playfully over Lewis's chin.

Without waiting for an answer, Seb flicks his laptop aside, the device bouncing slightly as it meets the soft mattress.

With a swift motion, he shifts on top of Lewis, chest to chest, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer, enjoying his warmth.

“You wish!” Lewis laughs, delivering a playful but hard slap on Sebastian's left asscheek before pulling him up by his thighs, enjoying the softness of his skin beneath his fingertips. “I’m used to it, you know? Seems like everyone’s always after my titles... and my good looks also,” he continues, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Feeling a tad nervous, then?”

With that, Lewis lets his hand slide lower, his touch deliberate, teasing, going inside Sebastian's tiny, lacy baby pink panties, igniting a low moan from his lips.

“You wish, no one gives you what I give you,” Seb moans out, rolling his hips into Lewis’s hand grip. “And this, baby," he pauses, his voice thick with desire, his gaze darkening as he slides his hand wrapping Lewis’s half-hard cock, “This is all mine, mine only.” He breathes heavily, his arousal palpable as he rubs himself against it, stroking Lewis completely erect.

“My dearest, would you care to remind me exactly what it is you give me that’s so unique?” Lewis flirts with a dangerous grin.

Sebastian tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk creeping onto his lips. “Oh, love,” he murmurs. “Let me show you.” and slowly slides down on top of Lewis' body.

The Grand Prix Elite Academy is so far from your home that commuting there would be a nightmare.

You’re beyond grateful that your full scholarship included on-campus housing, securing you a dorm room within the prestigious institution.

With Waze as your guide, you now know exactly how much time you’ll need to reach the academy tomorrow, ensuring you arrive on time for the Homecoming Gala.

That night, sleep eludes you. Anxiety hits you as you think about the unshakable fear of standing out for all the wrong reasons. You whisper a quiet prayer, hoping that you somehow fit in.

From your Uber’s window, you watch as moonlight dances upon the shimmering waters of Monaco’s coastline. The car winds its way up the long, two-lane road leading to the luxurious and massive campus, hidden behind towering cypress trees and formidable stone walls that shield it from the outside world, standing there as a bubble of its own reality.

Tonight, the GPEA hosts the most glamorous Gala you ever attended, to mark the commencement of a new school year. As your Uber rolls past the security checkpoint, the scene before you is one of sheer excess and splendor.

Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore!

Lights swirl and flicker against the façades of the campus buildings, painting them with vibrant colors, while a video montage of legendary ‘Elite Cup’ moments plays across the academy’s main structure. Your breath catches as you recognize a young Lauda and Prost in the flashing clips.

The gardens are nothing short of breathtaking, with perfectly maintained green grasses, towering palm trees sway gently under the warm Mediterranean breeze, their leaves illuminated by strategically placed lights that cast colorful glows on them.

The architecture is a seamless blend of contemporary sophistication and Monégasque heritage, money, modernity, and classical elegance mixed in one. Wide, manicured walkways wind through manicured stances, flowers, ornate fountains, and cycling and scooter paths, exuding wealth.

The soft sounds of water cascading bring you a sense of tranquility, soothing your nerves, though it does little to drown out the deep bass of the DJ’s set pulsating from inside the ballroom.

Your car slows, caught in the long procession of vehicles parading up the gravel driveway to the grand rotunda entrance. Ahead and behind you, the most luxurious cars, gracefully chauffeured guests who descend with elegance, women in breathtaking designer gowns and men in impeccably tailored tuxedos descend radiating effortless glamour.

You glance down at your dress, crossing your fingers that it blends in.

This gala looks like something straight out of Gossip Girl, though it also carries the grandeur of the Met Gala just with fewer photographers screaming names.

As you step onto the red carpet, the intoxicating scent of thousands of fresh roses envelops you. The floral installation serves as both a breathtaking backdrop and a statement piece, adorned with the GPEA logo in neon lights by the center.

This year’s theme is "La Vie En Rose," and ahead of you, students glide through in couture floral-patterned gowns and tailored suits, both with vintage-inspired cuts, embodying the evening’s romantic aesthetic.

The row of photographers ahead flashes their lenses in rapid succession, capturing the splendor of the event. The electric buzz of the crowd is contagious, setting the stage for what promises to be an exhilarating night.

And you were right. As the evening unfolds, champagne glasses clink louder, laughter grows uninhibited, and the party takes on a life of its own.

The room is filled with impossibly beautiful, impeccably dressed students, their effortless confidence radiating a sense of superiority.

Despite your best efforts, despite how striking you feel in your dress, you can’t help but feel a little out of place. Your look is elegant, but standing beside these elite attendees, it suddenly feels less.

You roam through the grand ballroom, taking in the opulent décor. Round tables draped in crisp linens, Tiffany chairs arranged with precision, students dancing, some drunk, some already making out, others whispering secrets beneath the crystal chandeliers that catch and scatter light like a kaleidoscope. Neon lights pulse against the tall walls with gilded moldings.

At the far end of the hall, a stage was built for the occasion and hosts a world-renowned DJ, his beats blasting so hard that the champagne in your glass quivers.

Then, your eyes land on him.

Toto Wolff.

Standing just a few feet away, his presence commands the room in an instant. A wave of feelings crashes over you, striking you to your core, and making it tingle.

Dressed in an impeccably tailored Brioni navy-blue tuxedo, he exudes effortless charisma. He’s surrounded by a group of students, all enraptured, clinging to his every word. They watch him in awe. And so do you.

Tall, striking, magnetic, hot. The sheer presence of his striking features, towering height, and muscular body makes you ache for him.

Is this what love at first sight feels like?

You try and fail, to stop yourself from openly staring, mesmerized by his physical features and persona.

That’s a MAN.

He is pure eye candy, and you feel like a computer crashing by the overflow of sensations.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her, a stunning blonde with striking features, witnessing you lusting for Toto, and in a millisecond, you go all red.

She smirks knowingly.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” she says, stepping closer. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. That’s just the typical reaction to Toto. We’ve all been there,” her voice is smooth, rich with amusement.

She extends you a hand. “I’m Leandra de Vries. Ferrari sophomore. Haven’t seen you around before.”

You shake her hand, still mildly flustered, Lea is a stunning, busty, lean, fit, with legs for days, perfect hair, and white teeth.

So that's having a face card?! Her nose is to die for, Jesus, those eyes!

She looks tan as if she spent her summer at the beach, her skin silky, and shiny.

I need to moisturize!

“I’m Y/N Y/LN, I'm new here,” you introduce yourself quickly. “Leandra, that gown is absolutely gorgeous!”

“Call me Lea. Leandra is my grandma,” she laughs. “And thank you! Vintage Dior. They just don’t make them like this anymore, right?”

As if I'd ever owned anything Dior...

Then she proceeds to showcase you her dress, extending her long, athletic leg. She's wearing a stunning pink vintage Dior chiffon A-line gown with a seethrough effect that cascades elegantly to the floor, with intricately embroidered flowers on the whole attire.

“You look good, though,” she says, glancing at you. “Even in that…” she gestures at your dress before flashing you a playful grin. “...Thing you’re wearing. No offense.”

You instantly look down at yourself following her hand movement.

“You better get used to these kinds of comments,” she warns, raising a perfectly manicured finger. “This place requires thick skin. And, preferably… a thick ass, too. My advice? Never take it personally.” she says with a big smile.

"Oh, thank..? you, I guess?!" you gigle, softly bump her with your shoulder.

You both laugh.

Lea leans in conspiratorially. “Is it from Zara?” she whispers, as if the brand name itself was scandalous as if it were something that shouldn't be heard, scrunching her nose, curious and disgusted at the same time, but with comedic timing. Nothing mean-spirited.

“Yes,” you whisper back, barely holding in a chuckle.

She gasps dramatically. “We need to fix that. Remind me to get you into my wardrobe, I have some pieces that would fit you perfectly,”

You pretend to think about it, then grin. “Help me, please!” you beg.

She links her arm through yours with a smirk. “Game! But first, let’s take a walk around. Let these guys witness us.”

With a dramatic lift of her chin, Lea guides you into the glamorous chaos of the night.

So far, you like her. Lea may have the striking beauty of a classic 'mean girl,' but her warmth, empathy, impetus, boldness, and honesty set her apart. She doesn’t hold back, and that’s exactly the kind of friend you want and need.

As you two walk together, she tells you she transferred here a year ago from the GPEA’s Italian campus after her older brother’s tragic and polemic crash at Monza, her parents wanting to leave the past behind and start fresh.

“Well, in reality, they were running from it,” she admits, her voice steady. “I’m a tough bitch. I faced it. Do I miss my brother? Like you’d miss breathing. Did I let it break me? No fucking way.”

She recounts you how difficult it was to gain acceptance among the elites here, even with her wealth and family ties to the sport.

“The social circles here are airtight,” she explains, directing you toward the bar. “I don’t want you to go through what I did.”

Then, with a dramatic flair, she waves her hands. “This place thrives on gossip, loves it, breaths it,” she warns. “And right now, my dear Y/N, you are the hottest topic, the ‘charity baby’ who got the ‘Lewis’ scholarship.”

She rolls her eyes, ordering drinks as you absorb her words.

Across the room, a conversation unfolds.

“Is that ‘Charity Baby’? She's kinda hot!”

“WHERE!?” Lando's head pops up from behind Oscar, eyes scanning the crowd.

“There, with our very own Lea,” Oscar nods. “Our girl does love picking up stray ones, doesn’t she?”

"How does that woman get even hotter each year?! Fuck, look at those tits, man, shit," Lando undresses Leandra with his eyes, almost at his feet, begging.

"Already getting a hard-on this early?! That's a new record, even for you," Max teases, smirking at Lando’s lusting for her.

Lea leads you toward their group, completely unaware of the conversation unfolding before you arrive.

The group is gathered in a lavish sitting area near the bar, where you overhear George leading the conversation as you approach.

“She’s still so out of your league, mate,” George quips, earning a round of laughter. “But how did it go with Arabella?”

“Oh, she was delicious, we had fun in the spa’s pool. Her ass felt terrific!” Lando lets him know the gossip.

“Arabella is the redhead with the great ass?” Max inquires.

“No, no, that's the Mercedes girl, the one I fucked in the old library,” Lando corrects, grinning smugly.

“You did Bonnie too?!” George’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“And the librarian,” Mick adds dryly.

Lando nods, clearly unbothered.

“And my trainer’s assistant,” Carlos says.

Another nod.

“And that Human Resources MILF he got fired,” Lea adds after joining the group.

The rest continue listing off names, each addition met with amused howls and knowing looks.

“You better brace yourself for Lando’s disappointing dick game,” Carlos suddenly jokes, his gaze flicking toward you as he addresses you for the first time as soon as he notices you standing there in complete silence.

The entire group turns in unison, their attention now on you.

Your face heats instantly.

"Nothing is disappointing about my dick, I assure you, and if you’d like, I'm available tonight,” Lando shoots his shot, shamelessly flirting with you and reaching for your hand to place a kiss on it, earning a mix of laughter and exaggerated groans from the group.

“And welcome! Officially,” Sebastian chimes in, comfortably perched on Lewis’s lap, sharing the chair, legs crossed, as he watches the exchange with amusement. “Nothing screams Grand Prix Elite Academy as Lando pulling moves on you,” he adds.

“Lando, you truly fuck everything that breathes,” Yuki states, impressed, as he laces his fingers with his girlfriend Pippa.

“It’s all due to my INCREDIBLE dick game, to Carlos' jealousy,” Lando teases, winking.

Out of nowhere, you sense someone standing beside you. Turning slightly, you find Lance watching you with mild curiosity.

“I heard you come from a low-class family and got here on the scholarship Lewis got, but you have years without racing. All true?” His tone is sweet, almost innocent, but his words land like a slap.

“Told you! They live for gossip,” Lea interjects, rolling her eyes.

You swallow, forcing yourself to stay composed. “Yes, I’m from a working-class family,” you reply, your voice steady despite the attention all on you. “We own a car repair shop and an auto components store. I work there.”

Lance’s jaw nearly drops, his expression a mixture of shock and fascination. Sebastian, noticing both his reaction and your discomfort, steps in without hesitation.

“Lance, you can’t just ask that!” Seb scolds, shaking his head. “Unlike you, some people actually work for a living. God, you’re so out of touch. Excuse him,” he adds, giving you an apologetic glance.

“That’s my people’s princess!” Lewis murmurs fondly, stroking Seb’s cheek before shooting you an amused look as if to say, see what I have to deal with? He follows it up with a playful wink. “Lance doesn’t mean it, he’s just… not great with words.” Lewis clarifies the situation.

Lance rubs the back of his neck, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he mutters.

“Welcome, Y/N. I’m L—”

“Lewis Hamilton,” you finish for him. “Yes, I know.”

Lewis grins, and for a fleeting moment, you see it, the unspoken understanding between you. He’s the only one here who truly gets it, who understands what it’s like to be an outsider in this world, who gets you.

People like you are rare at the GPEA. Full scholarships are rare, and reserved. To think you share that small elite group with Hamilton and Senna feels absurd.

Everyone knows Lewis’ story. His family worked tirelessly to get him into the GPEA, scraping together everything they had before the academy itself finally took notice.

At the end of his freshman year, still a McLaren rookie, he was offered a full scholarship, one that would change the course of his life, becoming the scholarship prodigy of this era.

That's when Mercedes snatched him away, with a very juicy deal, they moved quickly, securing him as their reserve driver for their F1 team, and offering that when Michael Schumacher retired, they would honor their promise: Lewis will get a driver's seat in their racing team.

No one in the history of GPEA has won more Elite Cup titles than Lewis Hamilton at this point.

As you are getting to know the group a little better, chatting a bit with everyone you’re caught off guard by Zak, the McLaren’s faculty principal, suddlenly approaches you.

“Miss Y/LN, a word, please?”

“Of course,” you say, cutting your conversation with Mick short.

Zak leads you away from the group, making small talk before getting to the point. “I appreciate your application to join our faculty, but unfortunately, it’s not possible at the moment,” he says with professional politeness. “We noticed the long hiatus in your racing career, which puts you behind other candidates. However, we’ll be keeping a close eye on your performance throughout the year. Perhaps you apply again shortly.”

A polite rejection. A door closed just for now.

“You have a promising future,” Zak adds. “You’re talented. I wish you a great start. See you around the track, okay?”

“Bummer,” you reply, forcing a smile despite the sting in your chest. “But I understand, sir. I’ll do my very best. Thank you.”

The group had been watching from afar, reading the interaction like a silent play unfolding in front of them, betting their money it would have a Greek tragedy ending.

As you return, their eyes scan your face, waiting for confirmation.

“And…?” Yuki asks first.

“Not McLaren,” you shake your head.

“Their loss,” Mick offers warmly. By far, he seems the most kind and soft-spoken of the bunch. Maybe growing up in his father’s shadow gave him an extra dose of empathy.

“I haven’t heard from Aston or Ferrari after my interviews with their faculty principals,” you admit, slightly worried now.

“Give it time,” Seb reassures you. “They’ve got tons of applications to review.”

Across the room, a microphone crackles to life. Lewis groans dramatically.

“Bloody hell, it’s too early to endure Ben’s speech. I’m not wasted enough yet,” he mutters, watching the man take the stage.

“Anyone feeling like powdering their nose before the speech starts?” Lea offers casually.

“Count me in, loca! You coming?” Carlos then asks you, tilting his head toward you. “Being high as a kite is the only way to survive this.”

“Oh! No, no, thanks,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Guys, don’t go too hard! I brought mushrooms for later,” Max calls out, earning synchronized nods from the duo.

This night is turning out to be nothing like I expected. But so far, so good!

In that momment, the dean steps onto the stage.

“Good evening, esteemed faculty principals, staff, and enthusiastic students. As the dean of this institution, it is my honor to welcome you all to another academic year at the Grand Prix Elite Academy. We are here united by our shared passion for speed, engineering, and the excitement of Formula One racing.

Our college stands as a unique institution, dedicated to shaping the next generation of brilliant minds and innovative professionals in the motorsport world.

Remember, this year holds incredible opportunities for growth, learning, and discovery. I encourage each of you to embrace challenges, refine your skills, and push the boundaries of knowledge in this exhilarating field.

Before sharing with you our goals as an institution for this year, let's hear it from the crowd..."

A lazy round of applause ripples through. Midway through the lame speech, Lea materializes at your side, catching you watching Toto once again, without paying atenttion to a word of what Ben says, Toto is standing among the other faculty principals up on stage as every year.

“Do you want some tea about Toto?” Lea whispers, following your gaze.

You nod, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"He's been single for over two years, and fucking girls around. Toto has a type: blond bombshells, the supermodel type, you know, with insane bodies. I'm friends with two of his conquests, and one told me he fucks like a bull, the other girl let me know he has a delicious fat cock, but he hits it and quits it, leaving both begging him to fuck them on another occasion, didn't happen."

Your face burns at her words, something Lea immediately picks up on.

“Oh, and last time I saw him in action with my very gorgeous eyes, he was hooking up with Anitta, the Brazilian singer, at our fancy Ferrari anniversary party,” she adds, grinning. “Girl was all over him. It was a wild night overall. We all got smashed. I ended up cowgirling Dani so hard in the back of his car, oops.”

You elbow her playfully, glancing toward Ricciardo, who’s laughing just meters away completely oblivious to the intimate details she is sharing with you. “Daniel is so hot,” you confess.

“And a moron, a complete fucking moron,” Lea fires back instantly. Then her eyes widen. “Oh, right! Shit, I almost forgot! Toto went through a very public divorce about three years ago. It was the scandal. The talk of town. The elites went CRAZY.”

You glance at her, eager for more.

"His ex-wife is a counselor here so you will see her around. Those two have a weird relationship, I think they still fuck. Toto still looks at Susie like she is a goddess, I don’t blame him; she is one."

"So, then why did they—" you begin, the hint of jealousy in your voice surprising even yourself.

"No one knows for sure," Lea says, tilting her head thoughtfully. "But people believe Toto was cheating on her with a younger girl."

Your eyebrows shoot up.

"Oh, but that’s not even the shocking part, hun!" Lea waves a dismissive hand. "That’s the usual in this city. What made it scandalous was who it was with, his goddaughter. One of his students, his protégé. So, believe it or not, you may have a shot..." Lea returns you the soft elbow on the ribs.

Okay, this is a lot of tea, not a cup, an entire teapot.

"Just a warning," she adds, her voice lowering slightly, "Toto is a very demanding professor. One of the best. His classes are hard to get into, and even harder to pass. But if you manage to pull it off, you’ll earn a ton of respect around campus."

From the stage, Toto’s sharp gaze catches both of your stares set on him as he watches Lea whisper stuff into your ear while looking his way, discretion zero.

And in that moment, for the first time, Toto's and your eyes meet. There’s a glint of amusement in his expression, perhaps? It may be a knowing smirk just beginning to form in the corner of his lips.

You feel your entire body go Ferrari red as you shift uncomfortably under his direct stare.

"He has an eye for talent," Lea murmurs. "So think twice before choosing him. Plenty of girls sign up for his class just to get closer to him. Never ends well. He's a dream crusher, don't fall for it,"

She turns her head back toward the stage and smirks. "Oh, looks like we got his full attention. Want me to introduce you? I’m one of his favorite students."

"Oh, no, no," you stammer, suddenly feeling like a nervous wreck.

Lea bursts into laughter, watching you spiral into near panic. "So you’re one of those who only likes to stare?" she teases. "How very voyeur of you! But I don’t judge, I like to watch too, sometimes. Especially when it’s two hot boys in front of a naked me." She winks mischievously.

"Shut up!" you laugh, shoving her playfully.

But your gaze drifts back to the stage once more.

And damn, he looks fine. That suit is tight in all the right places.

The gala gets wilder as the night progresses, the alcohol taking its toll on everyone.

Students are entranced by Lando’s impromptu DJ set. At some point, he, completely inebriated, goes up the stage, shoves the actual DJ aside, and claims the console for himself.

To everyone’s surprise, despite his state, Lando manages to create an intoxicating mix, one so sensual that couples begin hooking up all around as the lights go so dim and the neon lasers pulsate to the beats setting a perfect alluring mood.

Your body moves in sync with the rhythm, the packed dance floor a blur of shifting figures. Then Max offers the mushrooms, and for once, you let go.

Fuck it. I deserve to feel alive.

As the others cheer you on, you take two. At first, nothing changes, you barely notice the effects of the mushrooms. But soon, the world begins to shimmer. Everything feels lighter, freer, liberating. Each beat of music seeps into your bones, your inhibitions melting away.

Carlos catches your eye and grins, reaching for you. Before you can process it, he’s pulling you into him, sweeping you on the dance floor, his movements fluid and commanding.

But as the song streams, as the effects of the mushrooms deepen, something shifts, Carlos blurs before your eyes, morphing into the man who has occupied your thoughts all night.

The one you have been yearning for, Toto.

A rush floods your veins. The man from your future fantasies now stands before you, close enough to touch. You lean into Carlos, Toto in your mind, your body moving in ways you’ve never dared before.

His hand on your waist burns through the fabric of your dress, igniting something primal.

Your body sways seductively, syncing perfectly with the rhythm, lost yourselves in the moment. The neon glow reflects off your skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat from dancing. Your heart pounds wildly, breath quickening as you imagine Toto’s hands guiding your movements, his fingers pressing into your hips, shaping the way you move against him.

Even tho are Carlos's fingers doing it as you press against him, with heat, fervor, and desire.

Drunk on the atmosphere and your uninhibited desires. The alcohol, makes you feel bold and alive. Each bump of your body, sway, and spin, arouses you, amid your intoxicated and euphoric state.

Your dilated pupils lock onto his firm chest, your hands aching to explore further. You feel small beneath Toto's towering height, his intense dark eyes urging you to slide them down and run them around his dark hair.

You needed this, this tempting display of youthful freedom. This release from years of sadness, loss, and solitude.

And as you move, completely untethered, you know one thing for certain:

You can’t wait for this new chapter of your life to begin. To be continued... < Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter >

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Finding the diamonds in the rough…

One of my favorite features in the Google Analytics UI is the ability to do weighted sorting. With more and more Google Analytics reporting being done in Data Studio, being able to do weighted sorting is something I have felt is sorely missing. (Spoiler Alert: it still is missing from Data Studio itself, but this post will bring SQL to the rescue).

Avinash Kaushik has an excellent write up about weighted sorting (yes, from 2010). I recommend reading his article as well as the comments. (The blog comments on Occam’s Razor were most wonderful back in the day….).

To quote / summarize a few of his points (for you lazy readers who didn’t click over to his site to read the article).

The problem:

We tend to only understand the top ten rows of data, because that’s what is easily visible.

Gold [insights] exists beyond the top ten rows.

Using percentages, averages sub optimally makes it impossible to find the Gold!

The solution:

[Weighted sort] brings back for me the rows of data I should analyze further to have the highest possible impact on my business.

What powers weighted sort?

This hypothesis: The true value of a metric (bounce rate, conversion rate, time on site etc) for dimensions with small participants will be imprecise.

Within about a week of Avinash’s post, Dr. Pete wrote an excellent follow up post explaining that math in more detail, and provided the community with a wonderful sample Excel Sheet to do different types of weighted sorting as well. Quotin’ (again) fer all o’ ye lazy scallywags

Let’s assume we’ve got a data set exactly like above – visit counts and bounce rates for a set of referring sites. We’re going to need 4 sets of variables:

V = Visits for Row X

B = Bounce Rate for Row X

MV = Max Visits for the data set

AB = Average (mean) Bounce Rate for the data set

For any given row, the [Estimated True Value] ETV of Bounce Rate – ETV(B) – can be represented by the following equation:

ETV(B) = (V/ MV* B) + ((1 – (V/ MV)) * AB)

Since many of our clients use Data Studio reports that we create for them instead of the Google Analytics interface, being able to create a weighted sort in DS is a problem that I’ve been most keen on solving. Remember, weighted sort helps you find the “diamonds in the rough”, or “gold” as Avinash termed it.

One additional problem (solved)

The Google Analytics interface only allows you to apply weighted sort to Bounce Rate, CTR (for Google Ads), Goal Conversion Rate, and Ecommerce Conversion Rate. (If there are other metrics, someone please let me know). However, having a weighted sorting capability for other metrics is of significant business interest; for example Add To Cart Rate, Form Completion Rate, Internal Promotion CTR, etc. This is something that Dr. Pete’s Excel Sheet solves for, and what led Dorcas Alexander to build a Weighted Sort for GA Page Value in Google Sheets. Once you get your data out of Google Analytics, the creating weighted sorts is quite extensible; you can do it for any percentage based metric.

Another problem (not fully solved)

Technically, Google Data Studio cannot do weighted sorts at this time. This is because the formula to create Estimated True Value or Weighted ETV needs to use functions which cannot be applied to aggregated fields.

Re-aggregating metrics is not supported.

Aggregation functions can’t be applied to already aggregated data. This includes most metrics found in Google Analytics, and Google Ads. For example, Sessions is already summed in your data set, so the formula SUM(Sessions) will produce an error.

I’m very curious if the Data Studio team will solve for this in the future. It should be doable (Tableau supports table calculations functions including window functions), though I don’t expect it to be an easy task.

When working with data, having the ability to do things like change the date range or apply segmentation is important. As such, date range or segment to the data needs to be applied BEFORE the final source table is available to then calculate the Weighted ETV. In other words, you need a static table of data in order to retrieve the MAX or AVG of any field in that data set.

Solution With BigQuery

SQL is a great tool to use to create the static data set that is needed within Data Studio via the BigQuery connector. FULL TRANSPARENCY -> I did not know how to write the initial SQL query myself; a very kind Riccardo Muti helped me out via an email conversation where weighted sort was being discussed.

WITH bounce_rate_by_source AS

(

SELECT

trafficSource.source,

SUM(totals.visits) AS sessions,

(SUM(totals.bounces) / SUM(totals.visits)) AS bounce_rate

FROM `..ga_sessions_`

GROUP BY trafficSource.source

ORDER BY bounce_rate DESC

with_max_sessions_avg_bounce_rate AS

(

SELECT

source,

sessions,

MAX(sessions) OVER () AS max_sessions,

bounce_rate,

AVG(bounce_rate) OVER () AS avg_bounce_rate,

--THE FOLLOWING LINE IS SOMETHING I ADDED BASED UPON DR. PETE'S CALCULATIONS.

SUM(sessions * bounce_rate) OVER () / SUM(sessions) OVER () AS weight_avg,

FROM bounce_rate_by_source

)

SELECT

source,

sessions,

bounce_rate,

-- Expected true value

((sessions / max_sessions * bounce_rate) +

((1 - sessions / max_sessions) * avg_bounce_rate)) AS bounce_rate_etv,

-- HERE TOO THE WEIGHTED EXPECTED TRUE VALUE IS SOMETHING I ADDED TO THE QUERY

-- Weighted Expected true value

((sessions / max_sessions * bounce_rate) + ((1 - (sessions / max_sessions)) *

weight_avg)) AS weighted_bounce_rate_etv

FROM with_max_sessions_avg_bounce_rate

ORDER BY 5 desc

For those readers less familiar with SQL, I’ll do my best to translate.

The first WITH … AS statement (lines 2-11) creates a subquery which is used to get the bounce rate by source. This creates a small, aggregated set of data (i.e. the “static table”) upon which additional calculations can be performed.

The next subquery (lines 12-24) return values for the largest value within all of the rows for sessions ( MAX(sessions) ) as well as the average bounce rate for all rows. This is done by using a window function which allows you “perform a calculation across a set of table rows related to the current row” ( </quote> from Postgresql). The weighted average is created by multiplying bounce rate by sessions (for every row) and then taking the sum of all “weighted” values divided by all sessions.

The final SELECT statement (lines 25-38) return the actual fields we’re interested in: Traffic Source, Sessions, Bounce Rate, and Expected True Value, and Weighted ETV.

Bringing it into Google Data Studio

Once this SQL proof of concept was working, I began to have some fun. Since Data Studio supports data source parameters for BigQuery, I knew that I could add an additional layer of flexibility into querying these “static tables”. I’m now going to walk you through the steps you’ll need to do to replicate weighted sorting for Add To Cart Rate (!!) with a working date range selector and the ability to segment by Default Channel Grouping in Data Studio.

First – Choose BigQuery as your data source.

Second – Choose Custom Query and a Billing Project (yup, this is pretty inexpensive but it is not free).

Third – enable Date Parameters and other parameters you’re going to use in your query.

In this particular report I’d like to be able to filter by Channel Grouping, so created a parameter with the name channelGrouping. Data Source Parameters can be one of three data types (text, number, or boolean), and support different input types (text input, text area, single-select (from a drop down), and multi-select (drop-down).

Then you enter your Custom Query. (Or vice versa, write your query and then use the parameters).

In my first subquery, I return the number of Product Detail Views, Adds To Cart, and Cart To Detail Rate per product.

WITH query1 AS

(

SELECT

p.productSku,

sum( p.productDetailViews) AS productDetailViews,

sum( p.productAddsToCart ) AS productAddsToCart,

sum( p.productAddsToCart ) / sum( p.productDetailViews) as addToCartRate

FROM `trans-gate-265215.ga_hits_111210305.ga_*` a

LEFT JOIN UNNEST (a.product) p

WHERE _table_suffix between @DS_START_DATE and @DS_END_DATE

and REGEXP_CONTAINS(channelGrouping, @channelGrouping)

group by 1

Since I’m using a DATE SHARDED TABLE (which is the standard for GA360, and what we’ve built for this client even though they are using free GA), the _table_suffix within the WHERE statement will allow the date range selection in Data Studio to select the right date range of data from underlying table. @DS_START_DATE and @DS_END_DATE are reserved parameters, and Data Studio will populate this query with whichever start and end dates I choose in my date picker.

Similarly, I’ve chosen to add Channel Grouping a part of the WHERE statement as a parameter. This is analogous to adding a FILTER to GA reports; it only selects rows that meet the criteria. Since my WHERE statement supports regex, I can free type in a regular expression into Data Studio to return whichever Channels I want.

The next step in my query is to get my MAXs and AVGs

maxDetails_avgAddToCartRAte AS

(

SELECT

productSku,

productDetailViews,

productAddsToCart,

productDetailViews * addToCartRate as weighted,

MAX(productDetailViews) OVER () AS maxDetailViews,

SUM(productDetailViews) OVER () AS sumDetailViews,

SUM(productDetailViews * addToCartRate) OVER () as weighted_sum,

SUM(productDetailViews * addToCartRate) OVER () / SUM(productDetailViews) OVER () AS weight_avg,

addToCartRate,

AVG(addToCartRate) OVER () AS avg_conv_rate

FROM query1

Then I have what is probably a redundant subquery just to make it a bit easier for me to access my aliases.

weightedAddRate as (

Select *

from maxDetails_avgAddToCartRAte

)

Finally, I do my final SELECT statement to return the values that I’m interested in, and most importantly I calculate the Weighted ETV for the AddToCart rate.

SELECT

replace(to_base32(cast(productSku as bytes)), '=', '') as hiddenProductName,

productSku as ProductName,

productDetailViews,

productAddsToCart,

addToCartRate,

((productDetailViews / maxDetailViews * addToCartRate) + ((1 - (productDetailViews / maxDetailViews)) * avg_conv_rate)) AS conv_rate_etv, -- Expected true value

((productDetailViews / maxDetailViews * addToCartRate) + ((1 - (productDetailViews / maxDetailViews)) * weight_avg)) AS weighted_conv_rate_etv -- Weighted Expected true value

FROM weightedAddRate

order by weighted_conv_rate_etv desc

The replace(to_base32()) function special for you, the reader, so that you can’t see this brands actual product names and product performance.

The final output

Now compare the Add To Cart rate when sorted by the Weighted ETV (above) to the Add To Cart rate when sorted by volume of adds (below). Instead of seeing the “most popular products” based upon how many times the product was added to cart (below), we can find the products with the most potential by using Weighted ETV.

Unfortunately, the only way to use Data Source Parameters at this time (apart from the Date Parameters) is via EDIT mode in Data Studio. This means that you’ll need to grant edit access to your report if you want to enable the “interactivity” that parameters provide.

In my example report, I chose Channel Grouping as the parameter in my query and since I used the parameter within a regular expression simply typing in the regex into the free text field will automatically re-query BigQuery and return the data i’m interested in.

Summary

In this post of shown how I’ve built a Data Studio report that supports weighted sort of any percentage based metric within data studio, whilst maintaining the ability to use a date range selector as well as apply filters to slice and dice your data. Please share your comments, questions, and suggestions for improvement below.

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separatetheyolk · 4 months ago

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Coming Out | F1 Drivers x Trans!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Lewis Hamiltion, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri & Charles Leclerc

ʚɞ warnings: mentions of privates

ʚɞ you come out to your boyfriend as trans

ʚɞ notes: do i have three other one-shots in the works? Yes. Did I prioritise this over said one-shots? Yes. Do i regret it? Not a chance.

ʚɞ if you would like a part two with more drivers then let me know

ʚɞ requests are open

Lewis Hamiltion

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

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babybearnation · 4 months ago

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yuki, pepe, arthur like all dating a nonfamous trans!eeader (all separately) like maybe headcannons on how their fans react or whatever your beautiful creative mind can come up with

my mind is not beautiful, oli, we've been over this lol also i made this more neutral than specifically masc or fem because it just worked out that way

non-famous!trans!reader (going public headcanons)

yuki tsunoda:

he's a very private person tbh so going public is something you'd probably have to bring up and even then he's hesitant to do it

when he does go public, it's a soft launch for a few months until you appear in the f1 paddock, showing up as "yuki's partner"

yuki is very proud of you and has no problems showing you off to all of his fans and followers whenever he wants

not afraid to call out haters for being insecure losers who should confront their own issues/fears rather than push them onto others

pepe marti:

would love to be public with you but worries you won't want to be until you bring it up to him one evening

soft launches you and everyone goes fucking feral over it because the two of you are so cute already

his hard launch is basically a big declaration of his love for you and all of his fans are obsessed because you two are perfect together

talks a lot about transphobia and always makes sure he is being as supportive towards you and the community as he can be

arthur leclerc:

probably accidentally soft launches you which causes the two of you to discuss going public and being openly together

his hard launch with you is the cutest thing ever and he includes hearts in the colour of the trans flag in his caption for you

slowly incorporates the colours of the trans flag into his daily life, including bracelets, outfits, shoes & social media captions

doesn't fight the transphobes who appear but will shield you from seeing their comments because he doesn't want you getting upset

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thekoalapastriesbakery · 7 months ago

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I'M ONE OF THE GUYS

formula one x trans!male!driver!reader

request: how the fia would react to to y/n as a driver (or any of the drivers) almost being arrested in a country where it's illegal to be trans/gay ... that being a whole thing and the driver almost being kicked out of the race that weekend but doesn't and as a big f u to all the transphobic people running the race, they win the race that weekend - @moonandstarshyuck

summary: who gets arrested and then wins a race in f1? you.

warnings: swearing, transphobia, very minor suggestive content, very minor mention of oscar x reader, mentions of the fia and liberty media being assholes

face claim: faceless but uses pictures of other drivers + includes old/inaccurate photos for the plot lol, reader's team is inconsistent

fia.official

liked by pierregasly, f1, and 37,381 others

fia.official Statement regarding the events that occurred this morning.

tagged f1, youruser

comments

user1 he got arrested???

user2 right? like what for???

user3 guys it's qatar, it's probably because he's trans

user4 HE'S TRANS???

user5 @/user4 you didn't know? bro is NOT secret about it?

user6 what do you mean he's not doing the sprint?

user7 the fia when a trans driver is subject to bigoted harassment: let's punish the driver! liked by youruser

user8 lmao y/n liked he's pissed

user9 oh he's gonna EAT this weekend i just know it

youruser

liked by lancestroll, logansargeant, and 1,258,770 others

youruser landed in doha! oh yeah, and i got arrested :))))

comments

user10 he's so unserious help 😭

alex_albon what's with the last slide???

youruser idk it felt like an appropriate reaction

user11 y/n gets arrested and makes it the whole grid's problem

user12 he's so real for that i fear

user13 oh i am thinking Thoughts about y/n in handcuffs

"what do you mean the fia want me to drop out of the race?" you exclaimed, staring at your manager in disbelief. "they're too chicken shit to kick me out so they want me to drop out? fuck no."

"y/n, consider it, it's for your own safety—"

"bullshit, it is! they don't like that i'm trans and this just gives them a reason to get rid of me," you argued.

your manager sighed. she was used to you and your ... stubborn nature. of course, she understood your frustration. it was far from fair for the sport officials to try to kick you out when you were the victim. but sometimes, just sometimes, she wished you'd pick your battles a little more.

"so that's a no, then?"

"damn fucking right it is," you said, already leaving to get ready for quali, which you were now very nearly late for because the fia hadn't allowed you to participate in free practice or the sprint. "i'm racing. if they want to stop me, they have to do it themself. i refuse to be a doormat."

you were a good racer and a good driver, regardless of the situation, but it was impossible to deny that you were fiercer when you were pissed off. everyone talked about charles and max and even fernando being track terrors. usually, you were calm and collected and mostly flew under the radar no matter how well you did.

but this race?

there was no radar. there was just you.

qualifying p7 after not knowing if you'd even be allowed to race half an hour prior. the whole race had been a mix of daring overtakes, aggressive but fair battles, and a few shitty strategy decisions from your team. after a late pit stop that very nearly cost you the race, you managed to overtake oscar for the win.

liked by kimi.antonelli, sebastianvettel, and 1,781,926 others

f1 Y/N L/N WINS IN QATAR!!!

After a rocky weekend and numerous distractions, Y/N proves once again that he belongs on the top step of the podium!

#F1 #Formula1 #QatarGP

tagged youruser

comments

user14 KING SHIT

user15 who gets arrested and then wins a grand prix

user16 Y/N L/N, everyone 👏

user17 he's insane

user18 user17 he's an icon is what he is liked by youruser

user19 "rocky weekend" HE GOT ARRESTED

user20 not f1 posting this like they didn't try to get y/n to drop out of the race-

youruser

liked by jensonbutton, francolapinto, and 2,938,567 others

youruser say it louder, optimus prime

comments

mercedesamgf1 y/n please take this down - toto

youruser no ❤️

user21 DADDY CHILL HE'S ONE OF THE GUYS

youruser fia.official f1

user22 oh he's MESSY messy

user23 i mean i'd be pissed too. they tried to make him drop out of the race. liked by youruser, lewishamilton, charles_leclerc, and others

oscarpiastri mega drive mate 💪

youruser thank you for recreating the fourth slide and drowning me😑

oscarpiastri youruser you know you liked it

user24 youruser on a mission to turn the whole grid gay

user25 the random mika/michael pic he's just like us fr

maxverstappen1 usually i'd be mad about the second photo but i think i'll let you have it this week

youruser like you could stop me any other week

f1 admin is very sorry ...?

fia.official seconded 🙇‍♂️

user26 i don't even follow f1 but i might start watching because y/n is unfairly cool for a man who drivers fast cars in wonky circles

youruser vroom vroom

user27 HELP

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comments + reblogs appreciated!

credits: photos from pinterest!

taglist: @raizelchrysanderoctavius @crispysoup318 @op-81-lvr-reblogs

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livefreeshop · 8 years ago

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I'm happy to publish a guest post today by Tung Tran from CloudLiving.com. Tung has been a long time reader of Niche Pursuits and now does quite well with his own niche sites. In today's post he shares some excellent white hat link building tactics in GREAT depth. I really do think these strategies will help you rank your site higher if you follow these steps. Here's Tung...

Looking for white hat link building tactics that’ll take your website to the next level?

If so, I got some good news and bad news for you.

Bad news: White hat SEO is a ton of work. And it takes a lot of time (don’t all good things?).

Good news: It works SUPER well.

So, if you can invest the time and exercise the right amount of patience, you’ll win. And all your dreams and aspirations will come true. OK maybe not all, but at least your traffic problems will be solved.

Sounds good?

Great

It’s time I pull back the curtains and share with you my 5 favorite white hat link building tactics for Amazon affiliate websites.

These are the exact tactics I used to grow my site from 0 to 100,000+ monthly visitors:

And I also helped many AMZ Affiliate Bootcamp’s students achieve success using the same process as well.

Here’s one student who grew his site from 0 to 20,000 visits per month:

And here’s another student experiencing some good early traction with his site:

Do these results excite you?

Strap up, it’s going to be a crazy (fun) ride!

Bonus: To help you execute these 5 white hat link building tactics, I have prepared for you a quick and easy cheat sheet which outlines the step-by-step process you can follow (it also includes the exact templates you can swipe and use in your business). Once you’re done reading this article, you can access the cheat sheet here.

1. Top Experts

Tapping into the power of top experts is one of the most efficient and effective tactics out there. And I’ve personally used this strategy countless times to get high quality links for my affiliate websites.

Good news: You can too!In fact, it works for pretty much any niche. And it has the power of driving natural shares and traffic from social media, making it the perfect link building tactic for your new Amazon affiliate website.

So what exactly is top experts (and how can you use it to kick start your new website?)

Here’s the idea in a nutshell:

Create a list post featuring the top influencers and bloggers in your niche

Notify the people you featured and hopefully they link to your content

Simple, right?

Thought so

Now you may be thinking...

Writing a long and exhaustive post with a list of top influencers seems like a lot of work - does this tactic even work?

More good news: DEFINITELY!

It works super well.

Here’s why:

People love being appreciated and acknowledged for their hard work (something they rarely receive). And so, they’re a lot more inclined to link to your content, or to respond favorably to a guest post request in return.

Here are a few examples of top expert posts:

As you can see from the above examples, leveraging the influence of top experts is a great way to generate links (notice the shares).

So how exactly does this process work?

Is it really as simple as writing up a list post and sending it out to the top influencers in your niche - or is there more to it?

Well, we’ve broken things down into 5 simple steps:

Let’s take a deeper dive into the specifics and illustrate how you can execute this idea (and attract a lot of high quality links in the process).

1. Choose a topic or angle

It all starts with choosing an informative and valuable topic. Get this wrong and nothing else matters. Get this right and everything else becomes easier.

So how do you choose the best topic or angle for your list post?

Well it starts with research!

Spend some time digging around, figuring out the best topic or angle for your top experts post.

Here are two quick and easy topic generating formulas we use to come up with compelling angles:

X websites to visit if you want to be a better [fill in the blank]

Top X blogs that will help you [insert a promise here]

Keep in mind, when deciding on a topic or angle, it’s important to focus on good topics.

How can you decide?

Here’s how:

Be specific but don’t choose topics that are too small or you won’t find enough sites to feature

A good topic is one that you can find at least 50 sites to include because it’s a numbers game (The more sites you feature, the more links you could possibly get. Let’s assume your average success rate with this tactic if 10%, if you feature 50 sites, you can get 5 links, feature 1000 sites you get 10 links, feature 200 sites you get 20 links)

Example: 50 websites to visit if you want to be better at woodworking

2. Finding experts to include in your post

Once you’ve picked out a reasonably sized topic or angle, it’s time to put on your research cap and jump on Google.

Why?

Cause you need to make sure your list is actually a valuable list! There’s no faster way to devalue your post than featuring a bunch of blogs or influencers who have low traffic or aren’t worthy of receiving the recognition of a top influencer. To avoid this (horrible) fate, you got to do some digging and find the right experts to include.

Here are the keywords you can use to find the best influencers & bloggers to feature:

Top [insert your keyword] blogs

Top [insert your keyword] websites

Top [insert your keyword] experts

[Insert your keyword] blog

Once you’ve gone through Google and have started to collect a bunch of influencers you can promote on your post, it’s time to use another one of our favourite tools:

FollowerWonk from Moz.com

Here’s how it works:

Type in your keyword in the search bar.

You'll see a list of Twitter users with your keyword in their profiles.

Narrow the list down by followers and social authority and then add the best names to your list of top influencers.

Once you’ve done the above, you should have a healthy list of top influencers and blogs in your niche and industry. Then you should load up an Excel spreadsheet and collect all the relevant information you’ll need.

Here are some things you’ll want to include:

Website URL

Contact information (use Hunter to find email addresses)

Domain authority rank

Amount of traffic

3. Create an awesome list post

After the research phase is over and done with, it’s time to roll up your sleeves and hammer out the writing.

Depending on your writing talents, you’ll either hate this part or love it.

Regardless, you want to make sure you (or the writer you hire) include the following things in your post:

URL to the site you’re talking about

A screenshot of their homepage

Optional: Add a description of their site

Here’s how it should look:

Bonus Tip: Create a badge for your post.

This instantly gives your post more credibility and increases the likelihood of the influencer grabbing your badge and reposting it on their own site. Here’s an example of a badge we created for our website.

You can create similar looking badges for cheap on UpWork or Fiverr.

4. Notify your experts

Before we continue, let’s recap the ground we’ve covered so far…

We’ve found a great topic

Created a list of top influencers

Wrote our post

Now what?

Is the job over and done with?

Nope. Far from it.

In fact, if you stop here, you’ll miss out on the most crucial step needed to turn this tactic into a huge success.

What’s that step?

Reaching out and letting the influencers know they’ve been featured in your post!

Here’s the email template we recommend you follow:

Subject: Love Your Awesome Blog!

Hi {NAME},

Love what you’re doing on {SITE NAME}.

Just wanted to give you a heads up that you were featured in my new article on {INSERT TITLE HERE}.

Here’s the link - {LINK}

I really hope it delivers some new visitors to your site!

Cheers,

{YOUR NAME}

5. Follow up and get your links

Great!

Now it’s time to follow up with the influencers and collect your links.

How do you that? And what happens if you send an email, but they don’t respond?

Should you curse at the top of your lungs and label this tactic to be ineffective?

You could…

Or you can use this email template instead (and increase the odds of receiving links):

Hi {NAME},

Just checking in to see if you received the email I sent a few days ago.

You were featured in my new article on {INSERT TITLE HERE}.

Here’s the link - {LINK}

Cheers,

{YOUR NAME}

Cool?

Awesome.

So what happens if they do reply back? Then what…

Well then it’s time to transform the goodwill you’ve built into a possible guest post opportunity.

Here’s exactly what you should say:

Hi {NAME},

Glad you liked it I’m a big fan of your blog.

By the way, I’m still new to this whole blogging world and would love to gain some exposure to my blog.

I was wondering if I could contribute a guest post for your blog.

Here are some ideas that I think your audience will really like:

Idea 1

Idea 2

Idea 3

Let me know what you think and I’d be happy to get started right away.

Thanks,

{NAME}

If they say yes, pat yourself on the back and then write the post (more on that later).

If they say no, send this email:

No worry {NAME}.

I understand that {you’re not accepting guest posts at the moment/rephrase their reason for declining here}.

Thanks for your time.

Let’s keep in touch!

{YOUR NAME}

It’s important to note that you shouldn’t stop there, but rather continue to build the relationship. You never know what will become of a relationship.

Some of our best guest post opportunities came from people who initially said no to us.

So keep going! Don’t let it get you down.

This tactic is one of the best ways to build links, but it takes a little bit of work so stick with it. And you’ll be pleasantly surprised at the results.

2. Blog Commenting

I’m sure you’ve heard by now that blog commenting is one of the most common ways to build links. But the question remains…

Does it still work?

Hell yes!

So the better question is…

Are you leveraging this tactic to its full potential?

You should be!

Cause even though Google doesn’t strongly value links from blog comments, this tactic is still very much effective for the following reasons:

Great tactic for building relationships and traffic - leaving thoughtful comments can actually build opportunities for guest posts

To build a natural link profile - links from blog comments don’t help with rankings, but they help build a natural link profile (something that’s REALLY important)

Brand recognition - if you’re constantly reaching out and leaving comments on high quality blogs within your niche, eventually you’ll start generating attention and receiving recognition. I like to call this building goodwill.

With that said, how can you leverage the power of blog commenting and build powerful links?

Here’s how:

Find high quality blogs to comment on

Create an action plan

Focus on quality over quantity

Let’s discuss each step in greater detail below…

Find blogs to comment on

Finding quality blogs with a large enough readership doesn’t have to be difficult.

In fact, if you’ve been following the steps outlined in this article - majority of the work is already done.

Remember the top experts list you compiled?

Well that’s a GREAT place to start.

Simply go through it and identify the blogs you want to comment on.

Easy, right?

Thought so!

Aside from your top experts list, you can also find additional blogs to comment on by diving into Google and doing some more research (that’s always fun, isn’t it ;-).

Create an action plan

Once you have a healthy list of blogs, it’s time to get to work.

Now…

Commenting on blogs is something a lot of us know we should be doing, but do we actually?

If you’re anything like me, you probably don’t prioritize it as much as you should. In fact, it seems as if it’s one of those tactics that easily gets moved from one todolist to another without ever getting done.

Can you relate?

If so, that’s exactly why we advise you create an action plan.

Here’s the one we follow:

Goal for each day: Leave high quality comments on 5 to 10 blogs

Set aside 30 minutes first thing in the morning and make sure it gets done

Follow the above action plan and you’ll be amazed at how fast you start building traction for your new Amazon affiliate website.

But, keep in mind, that traction will only be possible if you follow the next step:

Focus on quality over quantity

Have you ever visited a blog, scrolled down to the comments section, and read comments that were clearly written with the purpose of generating links?

Of course you have.

They look something like this:

“I really liked this article. I also wrote about something similar, you can check it out here [inserts URL].”

These types of comments are completely worthless (and ineffective).

You, therefore, have to resist the temptation to leave generic comments that provide absolutely zero value. Instead, you should devote actual time to leaving thoughtful and valuable comments that are beneficial to the site’s audience.

Doing so will generate results you wouldn’t believe.

Just take a look at this…

Notice how quickly I was able to build traction for my blog Cloud Living by leaving high quality comments on NichePursuits. This isn’t a fluke! And that’s because this tactic works super well.

Here’s some additional tips you can use to skyrocket its effectiveness:

Make sure the link you insert in your comments is at the end, contextually relevant and doesn’t look spammy

Increase name recognition by signing up for a free account at Gravatar

Never put keywords in the comment name field. Only use your name or brand name to leave comments.

Do the above consistently and after a few short months, you’ll notice yourself with an army of links.

3. Guest Posting

I know. I know.

You’ve heard about guest posting a million times before and you’re sick and tired of reading about it on every link building article, but there’s a reason it keeps popping up…

It’s because it works.

In fact, guest posting is our favorite tactic for growing backlinks and organic traffic.

Yet a lot of newbies still struggle with this tactic.

Why?

Cause they’re constantly asking themselves the following (limiting) question:

“Who would accept my guest post?”

Look, I get it.

If you’ve never written a guest post before, it can seem flat out daunting. In fact, if you’re like the old me, you’re probably also questioning who in the world would even care about what you have to say on a given topic.

Sounds familiar? You’re not alone.

These are fears and doubts that we all had at one point or another. It’s perfectly normal.

But our fears aren’t rooted in reality.

Here’s why:

After spending a bunch of time online (and experiencing the highs and lows), I’ve discovered one thing to be true above all else…

If you can create awesome content that will help another site, then they want you to write for them. It’s as simple as that. Really.

So what is guest posting (and how can you use it to grow your site’s traffic?)

Guest posting is the process of submitting and publishing your content on other websites or blogs. In fact, guest posting is exactly what I’m doing right now!Instead of publishing this article on my own blog, I’m publishing it on NichePursuits.

Why?

For a couple reasons:

To provide valuable, practical content to you - NichePursuits’ loyal readers

Help NichePursuits rank for more targeted keywords

Hopefully get you to check out my blog if you find this post helpful

See how it works?

It’s a win/win for everybody.

NichePursuits gets free awesome content. And I (hopefully) get high quality backlinks and referral traffic.

There’s really no better way to generate links for a newbie than through guest posting. I know a lot of people think it’s dead, but the truth of the matter is its powers are still running far and wide.

So let’s take a look at the different steps involved in the process:

1. Finding guest post targets

First thing first, you have to get back in the trenches and create a list of sites that accept guest posts.

What’s the best way to do this?

We recommend you use this spreadsheet.

Simply enter your keyword. And you’ll receive a list of search terms you can plug into Google.

Once you do, you’re going to want to jot down the sites you find here.

2. Filtering and separating into tiers

Now that you have a list of sites, it’s time to prioritize your list.

This is extremely important because no two sites are created equal. One site may bring about great returns, whereas another may not have enough traffic or domain authority to deliver any results.

With that said, you want to narrow your list to only high quality sites and separate them into tiers so you know which ones to focus on.

Note: Skip this step and you’ll end up wasting a bunch of time and money on low quality websites (that’s no fun) - so make sure you do this.

Here’s how we check sites for quality and separate them into tiers:

Delete any sites with domain authority < 20

Make sure the site is regularly updated with quality and engaging content

Run the site through SEMRush to see if they’re ranking well on Google. If no organic traffic but high Domain Authority, then check social media followings

Make sure they don’t nofollow external links for guest post

Based on the above assessment, you want to separate your sites into tiers.

Here’s how we do it:

We’ll get back to this in just a bit, but for now, let’s move on to the next step.

3. Warming up your prospects

Now that you have a high quality list of websites that you’d love to publish a guest post on.

What’s next?

Well it’s time to increase the odds of them saying yes to you.

Here’s how you do it:

You butter them up. And start building a relationship.

Now…

It’s easy to skip over this step. But if you do, that’ll be a huge mistake.

And that’s because the results aren’t even close. Those who engage with site owners (and warm them up) perform FAR BETTER than those who simply bounce around, looking for guest post opportunities from one site to another (without ever taking the time to build any type of relationship).

Here’s how you can warm up your prospects:

Follow them on social media

Share some of their recent articles (make sure you tag them)

Leave engaging and thought provoking comments on their posts

Do the above and you’ll notice that (eventually) they’ll start seeing your name and face everywhere (make sure you’re using the same avatar across all social media outlets) and you’ll enter their radar.

This will make things a lot easier for you when you go in for the kill (and pitch your guest post ideas).

4. Pitching guest post ideas

Now it’s time to send your pitch.Before we discuss best practices, you need to remember that not all of the sites will say yes.

In fact, most will probably say no. That’s ok.

Don’t take it personally and keep outreaching - it only takes a few guest post opportunities to strike it big.

Got it?

Cool.

Here is the email template you can use to pitch your guest posts:

Hey {NAME},

Love what you’re doing on {SITE NAME}.

You may have noticed my share and comment on your post on [POST TITLE] (awesome article by the way).

I was checking out your site today and found this guest post you published: {URL OF THE GUEST POST}

I’d love to be your next guest author.

I’ve been brainstorming some topics that I think your readers would get a ton of value from:

Idea 1

Idea 2

Idea 3

To give you an idea of the quality I’ll bring to your site, here are some other posts that I’ve published:

Example 1

Example 2

Example 3

Let me know what you think and I’d be happy to get started right away.

Thanks,

{YOUR NAME}

Notice how simple, valuable, and intriguing the above email is?

You bet.

It’s super effective because it actually shows that you care. And you took out enough time to check out their website, before pitching a guest post.

Use it.

Just one caution before you go and use this template. This post is exposed to thousands of NP readers so it’s very likely that they will be using the same templates too.

And that’d cause a big problem if you and a dozen people outreaching to the same sites are using the same email template.

So it’d be best if you personalize the template so that it’s unique and reflects your voice and personality.

5. Getting your guest post written

So you sent a guest post request and the site owner said yes?

Congratulations!

Now it’s time to roll up those sleeves and write a kick ass (and highly valuable) guest post.

How should you do that? And how can you decide how much to pay if you’re going to outsource the writing?

Good questions.

Remember the tier chart we created in step 3?

Well now it’s time to pull that chart back out and see how much effort (and money) you should devote to writing the post.

Here it is once again for your reference:

Based on how valuable the site you’ll be guest posting on is, you want to decide whether you should create epic, great or good content. The better the site, the more you’ll have to step your game up (just keep that in mind).

Here are some additional tips for writing your guest post:

Format your article mirroring the ones already on the site

Do a spell and grammar check before submitting your article. Double check if you hit the required word count

Make the opening line count. Your first sentence should be able to hook your readers.

As much as possible, bring new ideas to the table. Avoid writing generic tips.

Be conversational and engaging. Ask questions frequently and be friendly in the post. Try to relate to reader situations and stories.

Short, concise sentences are preferred. Convey your ideas as simply and clearly as possible. Avoid fluff/filler words for the sake of meeting the word count.

Take a good look at the site's content. Know:

Their target audience

Writing tone

How other guest posts wrote their content

6. Sending for publication

When you got your kick ass post written and ready to go, it’s time to send it out for publication. This step is arguably the easiest. And that’s basically it only involves one action from your end:

Sending your post for review. And including an author bio with it.

How can you write a kickass author bio?

Here’s how:

Make it short and interesting.

You could insert 2-3 links to your website but don’t overdo this or it’ll look spammy. Ideally, you should have 1 link to your homepage and 1 link to an internal page that you want to rank high in Google.

Don’t worry much about the anchor test. Just use whatever makes sense and looks natural.

Looking for an example to get your creative juices firing?

Check these out:

7. Post publication checklist

Once your guest post is published, your job isn’t done.

In fact, this is when the FUN begins.

Here’s some of the things you should do to give your guest post an instant boost:

Be the 1st commenter on your own guest post - This is a little trick that could help you get a little bit more traffic and brand recognition as people often like to scroll down to the comment section. You could say thanks to the blogger and let visitors know that you’re available to answer any comments that they have.

Share the post on your social media channels - This shows that you actually care about the post. Site owners would love this!

Reach out to commenters who have blogs - You could get some more guest posts published this way. Just reach out to them and say you could contribute to their sites too.

Repeat the process to get more links!

Follow the steps outlined above. And you’ll greatly increase the number of backlinks your efforts generate. Try it once and you’ll be hooked, forever.

Yep…

Guest posts are really that powerful!

4. Epic Content

Have you ever read a comprehensive blog post that made you say wow (and dropped your jaw to the floor?).

If so, that’s an example of epic content.

You know it’s epic because it provides 100% coverage on a topic, making it the best resource out.

As a result, it’s one of the fastest ways to build links.

Here’s what epic content looks like:

How to Create Amazing Articles Even If You Suck at Writing

If you’re going through the above and thinking to yourself…

Jeez...this looks like A LOT of work to create.

You’re absolutely right.

Epic content takes work to produce. No getting around that. But the efforts are well worth it. Here’s why:

Epic content ranks better

It gets more social shares and backlinks (promotion becomes MUCH EASIER when you have a great quality post to promote)

It builds your authority

One piece of epic content will do wonders for your site. And turn you into a real believer and user of this tactic. Trust me.

Ready to see for yourself?

Sweet.

Let’s dive into the details now...

Ultimately, you have to follow 3 steps to produce epic content:

Choose a proven content idea

Create your epic content

Promote it

To help you successfully navigate through each stage, we’ve prepared a step by step guide for you below.

Step 1: Choose a proven content idea

Choosing a proven content idea is something a lot of beginners struggle with.

But it doesn’t have to be difficult.

In fact, you don’t have to reinvent the wheel much at all.

That’s because I’m going to share with you how to find content that has already generated a ton of links, making your life WAY easier because then you simply have to improve it (or update it) - instead of having to start from scratch.

Here is the quick and easy process I follow to choose proven content ideas:

Start with ahrefs.com

If you’ve been in the online marketing industry for awhile now, you’ve without a doubt heard about ahrefs. For those who haven’t, Ahrefs originally started as a backlink checker tool, but it’s transformed into much more in the last few years.

Today it’s one of the best SEO and online marketing tools available, making it a must have tool for any marketer. If you don’t have it yet, I highly recommend you pick it up. The lowest plan starts at $99 per month. And in my opinion, it’s well worth the investment.

But if you’re just starting out and you don’t have the budget for it - worry not! Ahrefs offers a free 14-day trial so try to conduct all your research during those two weeks!

Here’s how to do that:

Pick a couple websites in your niche. You want to pick bigger websites because they usually have more links to their content. For example, if you were in the natural health and beauty niche, you should pick Wellnessmama.com because it’s a huge website in the beauty space and a great place to start.

Once you’ve picked out your sites, simply enter the URL in the search bar. Sticking with our example of Wellnessmama, we can see that it’s getting over 14,000 referring domains, or backlinks from different domains. It’s also ranking for 1.8 million keywords and receiving 1.7 million organic visits from Google.

Looking good, right?

Definitely.

Now you want to use Ahrefs to analyze Wellnessmama’s content.

Here’s how:

1. Select pages on the left menu bar and click ‘Best by links’. Once you do, you’ll see a list of all the content pages on the website with columns on the right with varying metrics such as ‘UR (URL rating’) and ‘RD (Referring domains’) for the specific pages.

You want to focus on the referring domains column.

2. Click on the word ‘RD’ and sort the results from highest to lowest.

Why?

Cause this allows you to see the content topics that are already generating a lot of backlinks for the website, so it’s a good guess that creating something similar, but better is likely to help with your backlinks as well.

3. Choose a few topic ideas from the list with at least 25 referring domains.

4. After you have picked out a few, open up an Excel spreadsheet and enter the URL and RD number.

5. You’ll also want to jot down the main keyword. To do so:

Click on the arrow below the page title on the Ahrefs page

Select Organic keywords, where you’ll see all the keywords that the page is ranking for.

Look at the keyword with the highest volume to find the main keyword.

Once you find it, you can paste it into your Excel spreadsheet

After you have done the above, you should be able to look at your spreadsheet and see the potential traffic you stand to receive if you ranked for the main keyword. This should give you a pretty strong indication for what type of content you should create.But your job isn’t done yet.

You still need to repeat the process with other pages until you have a healthy list of proven content ideas.

Sounds good?

I agree.

But is there another way to leverage the power of Ahrefs?

You bet.

Another strategy I recommend is searching for highly competitive keywords in your niche by using Google. For example, if you were in the weight loss niche then you would search for ‘how to lose weight’.

Once you do, simply go back to Ahrefs, select Keywords explorer and search the keyword to see how much traffic it’s getting.

Then look at the top ten results and check how many backlinks those pages received. If the pages are ranking for highly competitive keywords, then it is likely that they��re getting lots of backlinks as well.

Keep in mind, when it comes to an epic content campaign, you shouldn’t hesitate to select competitive keywords.

The more competition there is, the more likely you can get links from your campaign. Epic content tends to be quite results intensive, so you’ll want to make a worthwhile investment.

Cool?

Awesome.

Now it’s time to check the backlinks for the top search results.

So open a few sites, copy the URL and paste it in Ahrefs’ Site explorer section.

When we checked the number one search result on Google for ‘how to lose weight’ it had already generated over 300 referring domains, so you can tell it’s a good one.

You can continue to do this with several of the top Google search results. You will know that the content idea is proven to get backlinks after doing this a few times.

Note: Even though an example such as ‘how to lose weight’ is quite a competitive keyword, if you can create something even better than what is already in the top ten results then it will be very easy for you to get backlinks later on.

Repeat this process a few times and try to come up with a minimum of five ideas that you’d like to do. Then select the best one and you’re ready for step two.

Step 2: Create your epic content

Not much needs to be said about creating epic content, besides…

IT SHOULD BE EPIC.

Like really epic.

Here’s some quick tips to make sure your content is awesome:

Do intensive research (step one) and improve upon what you’ve found

Create something better by being more thorough, using better design, and being more up to date

Leverage the power of stats

Be specific

The more practical strategies you outline, the better

Make sure it’s easily digestible

Here’s some baseline criteria to include in your epic post:

A compelling title (use this to come up with awesome headlines)

Incredibility comprehensive content

The most up to date and accurate information

Good formatting

Links

Once you’re finished writing your epic post, it’s time for the next step.

Step 3: Promote it to the right people

Now that you have your epic content, it’s time to promote it so you can generate high quality backlinks and referral traffic from other websites.

I know promotion is often a big problem for newbies.

And that’s why I’ve made this step super easy and digestible.

Below you’ll find three different templates you can use to promote your content. Each of these templates offers varying ways to find prospects, which we’ll discuss in more detail now.

Template 1. People that you linked to in your epic article

If you actually created an epic (and valuable) post, it should have linked out to a bunch of relevant websites and blogs within your niche.

Now that you have done that, you need to leverage this fact by doing the following:

Go through your article and compile a list of all the sites you linked out to

Find the appropriate email address for those people

Use the template below to create your email

Send your email and (hopefully) get social shares & links

Hey {NAME},

I gave you some love on my latest blog: [INSERT LINK]

Feel free to share it or shout it from the rooftops

Thanks,

{Your Name}

Template 2. People who linked to your competitors

Another way to promote your epic post is by reaching out to people who are currently linking out to your competitors.

How do you do that?

Well if you’ve been paying careful attention, you’ll remember that earlier we compiled a list of articles with high referring domains. This list is pure gold because since these articles have already linked to content that is similar to yours, there’s a good chances they’ll link to your article as well if it’s bigger and better.

Here’s how to make this happen:

Put the links you gathered from earlier into Ahref’s Site Explorer for analysis

Click on Backlinks, followed by One link per domain to download their backlinks to your computer

Now you’ll have a .csv file that gives you all the links.

Go through the links one by one and jot down the ones you want to contact

Find their email address

Use the template below and simply fill in the blanks

Send your email and sit back and prosper

Hey {Name},

I was checking out some of your articles at {Site Name} today and came across this page: [URL]

I noticed that you linked to one of my favorite articles ever: {Title}

But I thought it could be better so I set out to write a more thorough and up-to-date version: [Your URL]

I’m doing my best to get this in front of people who could really benefit from it, so if you even decide to add a link to my article from your page, I would be more than happy to share it to my thousands of social followers to help you gain some visibility in exchange.

Either way, keep up the awesome work!

Cheers,

{Your Name}

There’s actually another template that no one else has talked about before, but it’s too valuable and effective that I have to reserve it only for students of AMZ Affiliate Bootcamp. But you can get awesome results with the above 2 tactics.

5. Guestographics

Want to quickly drive an insane number of powerful editorial backlinks to your website?

Create a highly shareable infographic.

Here’s why they’re so darn effective:

People love visual content

Visuals are processed 60,000 times faster in the brain

40% of people will respond better

Infographics are highly shareable

KissMetrics published 47 infographics that generated 2.5 million visitors and 41,000 backlinks - impressive, right? You bet.

So are you ready to leverage the power of infographics?

If so, here’s the process you should follow:

1. Choose a winning idea

Coming up with a winning idea is 90% of the battle. Find a topic that your audience will want to share and you pretty much have it made.

Here’s how to find winning ideas:

Go to visual.ly/view

Browse categories or search for your keywords.

Sort by most viewed (pay careful attention to # of views, likes and comments)

Use the top infographics as a guide for what kinds of infographic you should produce

After you have done the above, you should also repeat the same exact steps but conduct your research on Pinterest instead. Do this and you’ll have a great indication for what ideas are likely to succeed (and which ones will most likely fail).

2. Create a great infographic

Once you have finalized your infographic idea, it’s time to create it.

Ideally, you want your infographic to:

Tell a story

Provide exceptional information

To achieve this you ultimately need great design and solid pieces of information.

Here’s how to find solid data:

Go back to visual.ly

Search for your keywords

Browse through the various infographics

Jot down data/information you can use for your own infographic

Another strategy you can use is to Google your keyword and browse through the first 50 or so results, pulling out pieces of data that’ll help you create a compelling infographic.

Once you’ve done the above, you should have exceptional information.

Now it’s time to design the infographic.

If you don’t have the design abilities, hop on over to UpWork or Fiverr and get it done for you. Doing so will ensure you come away with an eye catching infographic that has the potential to generate a lot of backlinks and social shares.

3. Promote it

Last, but not least, you’re going to want to promote your newly created infographic.

Here’s how to promote it:

Use Visually

Go to visual.ly/view

Submit your infographic to their directory (this is really important to do because this is where editors come to find infographics for their posts and publications)

Sit back and count your social shares

Use Pinterest

Search for “[insert your keyword here] board”

Click on boards

Follow the ones you like

Reach out to the admins of the boards and request access

Once approved, post your infographic inside the board

Use Google

Search for your keywords

Look at the top 50 results that pop up

Reach out to these individuals by using the templates I’ve put together for you here

Reverse engineer other successful infographics

Right click on the successful infographic of your choice and click ‘search Google by image’

You’ll see all the places where the infographic has been published

Use these templates to reach out to these sites (chances are if they linked to a similar infographic, they’ll link to your infographic as well)

Got it?

Sweet.

Follow the above strategy and you’ll have high producing infographics very quickly.

Now that we have covered the five white hat link building tactics for Amazon affiliate websites, you might be scratching your head, wondering…

This is great and all. But how do I put everything into practice?

Well, good question.

To help you, I’ve prepared the following 5-month link building plan.

The 5-Month Link Building Plan for a New Amazon Affiliate Website

It’s important to note that before you put this plan into action, you need to first make sure you have a site that meets the following criteria (this will maximize success rate):

Make sure you have posted at least 20 high quality articles.

Make sure that your website is well-designed with a good WordPress theme and logo. Good branding is important to increase people's perception of your website which leads to higher outreach success rate.

Create a persona to represent your site if you don't want to show your real name. You'll use this persona to outreach to people so think carefully.

Set up social media profiles like Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

Create a custom email with Google Apps so your email could look like this [email protected]

You can buy one Grandfathered Standard Edition Google Apps Account for an one-off price at http://getgapps.com/ to save money on recurring fees.

Once your site fulfills the above criteria, it’s time you embark on the 5-month link building plan.

Here’s the goal for the 5-months:

Your goal: 50 links in 5 months

Why did we pick this goal?

Well for a new website, link building is all that matters. You can slow down on content production after having posted 20 articles if you don't have enough time and budget to do both at this stage.

Your goal is to build 50 links in 5 months which is only about 10 links a month.

Doesn't sound like a lot right?

You bet.

That’s because you don't need hundreds of links to rank if you did your keyword research right. Links acquired through manual outreach are extremely powerful. With that said, 50 are more than enough to give you good initial traction.

So here’s your 5 month link building plan:

Month 1

Your website is brand new and you have zero connection with people in your niche.

That's why you should always start with a Top Experts campaign which is basically a post featuring top bloggers and influencers in your niche. Write your top experts post. And you’ll notice that most people will be inclined to share your post with their blog audience/social followers because they're featured in it.

That's a quick and easy way to generate links and referral traffic.

Also, you should begin reaching out and commenting on other blogs during month 1 as well.

Note: The 50 links we're shooting for should be dofollow links from outreach only and don't include blog comment links.

Month 2 through 4

In month 2 through 4, you'll be focusing your effort on guest posting which is our favorite way to build foundational links to boost up your Domain Authority. Aim for around 30 guest posting links in this period.

You'll still need to continue doing blog commenting on a daily basis as it's a very effective way to network with other bloggers (5-10 comments a day).

Month 5

If you have done a good job with guest posting, by now your website would have gotten some initial organic traffic. And you're very likely to make your first dollars as well.It's time to make a decision.

You can either continue guest posting for more links.

Or you can switch it up a little bit and try a new tactic which is building links through content assets (if you choose to go down this route, buckle up and start pumping out EPIC POSTS)

That’s pretty much it.

Do the above and you’ll have 50 links in 5 months.

Not bad, right?

Time for you to get to it.

Conclusion

Building links for new Amazon affiliate websites seems difficult.

But as you can see from this post, it’s really not that hard.

Follow the above 5 methods and you’ll quickly build traction (and start making your first few dollars in a span of a few short months).

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You trembled on the bed, curled up on your side ever so slightly, twitching and jerking every so often as you came down from your fifth high that night, your brain turned practically to mush, gripping to the pillow set under your head.

You let out a weak cry as Lewis ran his thumb over your abused nipple. Causing the man to pause. Pulling himself away from the session for a moment he checked you over. Studying your body. You looked spent. Utterly spent. Chest heaving for air, tear tracks down your cheeks. Face flushed red and that neck.. that poor, abused neck. “Colour, baby.” He asked softly, moving his hand down from your chest to your hip. Rubbing small circles on the bone in a comforting manner.

You couldn’t form words, your brain couldn’t make the connection to your tongue to work. To your mouth for your lips to move. Instead, you let out a whine. High pitched and exhausted, shaking your head quickly. Lewis took that as you wanted to end the session, nodding softly.

You felt the bed shift beside you, opening your eyes for your gaze to meet your boyfriends. Instinctively you moved to him the best you could with weak legs and trembling arms. Lewis helping you the rest of the way. “You done so well, baby..” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The praise caused you to melt slightly. Letting out a small noise of adoration. “You done so good for me.. so proud of you..”

“I love you so much.. took it all so well..” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head again. You didn’t know how long you spent like that. Your concept of time blurred. But eventually Lewis started to pull away. All too soon in your opinion.

You let out a whimper, moving to grab ahold of him a little more. Hearing a deep chuckle from the man. “Oh I know..” he whispered. “I know you want cuddles. But I gotta get you cleaned up, sugar.” He slipped from the bed, crouching down on the floor beside it so he could see your face again. Taking in every small imperfection on it. Drinking you up like he couldn’t get enough. Like he hadn’t just fucked you for two hours. “Could you be a good boy? Wait here for me?” He asked, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Hmm?”

You could be a good boy.. you wanted to be a good boy. You craved the praise that came with it. Craved that love and affection. Nodding quickly, you watched as Lewis smiled. Pressing a kiss to your temple as he stood. “There’s my boy. You just stay here.. I’ll take care of you..”

You watched as Lewis left the room to the ensuite. Stomach sinking slightly but you done as instructed and stayed put. Grabbing the blankets and pulling them to your shoulders. Not caring that they were dirty. And judging by the water running, you had a feeling it didn’t matter regardless.

Lewis ran his hand under the tap, making sure the water to the bath was warming up. Realistically, he knew it wasn’t the cleanest option. But he had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to stand long enough for a shower. And he wouldn’t be able to carry and wash you at the same time. So a shared bath it was. At this point, he had aftercare on lock. Lighting a few candles he knew you liked, adding some muscle relaxer into the water along with some bubble bath and a lavender bath bomb. Once the tub had filled, he made his way back to you. Stopping at the doorway and lent against the wood, just taking in the sight of you.

Taking in the sight of you curled up on the, admittedly, ridiculously large bed. One leg poked out from under the duvet, hugging one of Lewis’ pillows, face pressed into your own, hair ruffled and messed up. Swallowed by sheets. He almost didn’t want to move you, but he wasn’t exactly keen on sleeping in those sheets tonight.

So, reluctantly, he moved to the bed, hand coming to rest on your upper arm and began to stroke up and down it gently. His hand was rough against your skin. Something you’d always loved. “Baby?” His voice came out almost as a whisper, smiling wide when you opened your eyes. Your own face up lit when you’d realised he was back. “Hey.. hey, sugar. Ready for your bath?”

You nodded slowly, arms held out to the man. And Lewis didn’t need to be told twice. He picked you up with a groan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub he double checked the temperature of the water. Pouring some onto your thigh. “How’s that, baby?” He asked, feeling you nod against his shoulder.

He then carefully lowered you into the tub, mindful of your bruised ass. You let out a small whine as it hit the bottom, Lewis whispering quiet “I know..” to you. Once you were situated, he lowered himself into the bath behind you. Leaning back and whispered a quiet “C’mere baby..” allowing you to lean into his chest, rubbing up and down your sides gently. He didn’t immediately move to wash you. Instead he let the two of you soak in the water first. Pressing kisses to your shoulder and the darkening hickeys on your neck and behind your ear like they’d sooth them some. All while keeping his hand moving up and down against your skin. “I got you..” he whispered, rubbing your side gently. “Right here baby..”

You whined quietly, trying to spin round to face him. Beginning to grow upset that you couldn’t. Past that point of exhaustion and now to where any minor inconvenience was enough to upset you. Lewis smiled softly, tucking your legs into your chest and carefully spun you round, letting you go wherever you wanted which you decided would be to straddle his lap, arms wrapped around him. Legs tight around Lewis’ waist. Face pressed to his neck.

Lewis wrapped his arms gently around your waist, loose but enough to let you know he wasn’t leaving. He slid down in the water a little more. Still making sure your head was above it but more of the warmth wrapped your body. The lavender bath bomb began to have its desired effect after about half an hour, drowsy and oh so tired. Just ready to curl up into Lewis’ side wrapped in warm blankets and comfy clothes.

You let out a whine of “Lew..” when he sat up again. The man looking down to you with a smile. “Well, welcome back baby..” he kept one arm wrapped around you a little tighter, the other squeezing body wash onto a loofa that was floating around in the water. “You’re okay.. I got you..” he reassured.

He felt you remove your head from his shoulder, looking around the room to grasp your surroundings. You had a vague idea of what had happened during the time Lewis had been taking care of you. More veiled behind fog than anything. Like the moment Lewis lay down your brain switched off in a completely different way. “You just relax, baby.. just gonna wash you then you can curl up in bed again.” Lewis spoke, keeping his eyes fixed to you. Studying you, making sure your mood wasn’t about to plummet. “Okay? You doing okay?”

You looked to the man for a moment like he was speaking in tongues. Either way, you’d have let him. Whether you understood his self appointed mission or not. You’d trust this man with your life.. this didn’t work without trust. Sex, aftercare, your relationship as a whole. You nodded slowly once you’d managed to grasp what had been said, nuzzling back into his neck.

Lewis wasn’t sure whether that nod was in response to him washing you, if you were feeling okay, or both. Sighing softly. “Darling, can I?” He asked, removing your face from his neck and held the loofa in view. Again, another nod.

He’d started with your back first, then your sides, chest, legs, then used a separate cloth for your armpits and afterwards he rinsed you down. Humming softly as he done so, hand rubbing circles onto the small of your back. He then began to wash himself. Lewis then made quick work of getting out and drying himself, turning back to the bath when finished towel wrapped around his waist. Eh.. you could stay in there while he changed the bedding.

He slipped on some clean boxers and comfy joggers before he got to work. Stripping any and all bedding, throwing it into the corner of the room, rummaging through drawers to find a particular set he knew you liked. Extremely soft to the touch and likely the better choice for not only your bruised arse, but his clawed up back. Finding it with a little bit of trouble. He threw on the fitted sheet, changed the pillow cases, stripped the duvet of its cover and replaced it with the clean one. Picked up any used or unopened condoms, threw them in the bin, set the lube away in his middle drawer and decided that would do for the night. He could do a deeper clean in the morning if you weren’t as dependant on him then.

He rushed downstairs before getting you out the bath, grabbing a protein bar from the cupboard for himself, favourite snack for you, and two bottles of water from the fridge. Setting them down on his bedside table for the time being.

Last but not least, he moved back to the bathroom with some clean underwear, fresh towel and a few of his own shirts in hand. Hanging them up on the hook on the door, Lewis then moved over to pull the plug for the bath, stealing a kiss as he stood back up. He cleared a section of the counter then carefully picked you up from the bath. Not caring about water dripping onto his joggers. He set you onto the cool marble, dried you off and let you pick out which shirt. Then helped you get changed into it along with the clean boxers. “Handsome man..” Lewis murmured when done, kissing your temple before picking you up for the last time tonight.

He carried you back through to the bedroom after letting you blow out the candles, pulled your side of the blankets back with one hand and then propped up your pillows slightly. Setting you down onto the mattress and tucked you in. You watched as Lewis moved to his own side of the bed, slipping between the sheets and wrapped an arm around you. Grabbing one of the bottles of water. “Come here, baby.” He muttered, holding the plastic to your lips. “Drink some of this for me.. there we go.” He smiled softly as you tipped your head back. Lewis tipping the bottle to follow your lead. Making sure not to drown you or waterboard you. That would be far from ideal. Once about half the water was gone, you shook your head, wrapping arms around Lewis and set your head on his chest. With a smile, Lewis shuffled further down into bed, holding you to his side.

Food and your little chat could wait until morning too..

The next morning or well afternoon when you woke up, your entire body was stiff. Whining quietly from the slight pain as you stretched. You turned to the door when you heard shuffling making it’s way up the stairs only now realising the lack of Lewis’ presence beside you. Smiling when the man came round the corner and into the room holding a tray. Seemed to have some form of food and a glass of orange juice on it.

“Hey..” He spoke softly, spotting you half awake. Lewis set the food to the end of the bed for the time being, slipping back to his side of the bed again. “Was gonna come wake you up..”

“Wha’ times it?” You mumbled closely followed by a yawn, rubbing your eyes. “M’ sleepy still..”

“Well that’s probably because you overslept gorgeous..” Lewis replied, turning round to his bedside table briefly to grab his phone. “It’s..” he glanced up briefly as Roscoe made his way into the bedroom, clearly not happy that he hadn’t had access to it at all the night before. He then turned back to his phone, pressing the power button. “Half two.”

“Damn..” you’d slept that long? You weren’t entirely sure what time you’d ended up actually going to bed last night but it couldn’t have been any later than three in the morning. You’d slept eleven hours? “What time did you get up?”

“Around twelve.. had some zoom meetings at one. Something about the car next season I can’t really remember.” Lewis shook his head, leaning forward to grab the tray. “Come on, sit up and get this down you.” He rose the tray ever so slightly.

Reluctantly you done just that. Torso leaving the warmth of the blankets, groaning as you pushed yourself up and whining when your ass bore the weight. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Lewis asked almost immediately, concern rising in his throat.

“M’ just a little stiff n’ my ass is sore..” you told him, shaking your head. “Just the norm..”

Lewis frowned at that, nodding slowly and carefully set the tray on your lap. Not a whole lot of food but just the right amount that you’d eat after just waking up. “You start eating, I’ll grab some painkillers for you.” Lewis spoke softly.

You watched the man turn to head to the ensuite, pausing when you spotted the state you’d left his back in. Usually? You found it hot. Something you both liked.. but this looked like he’d gotten into a fight with a tiger and came out the other end mauled. “Your back..” you practically whimpered. Lewis immediately turned back around, wanting to kick himself for not even thinking about that.

“Nono- no hey..” he rushed back over, moving to sit beside you. “I can’t even feel it, baby.. forgot they were even there.” He quickly took your hands, shaking his head. “No- hey don’t cry..” he squeezed them gently, giving you a reassuring smile. “If it hurt i would have said for you to stop..” he heard something along the lines of “but they’ve been bleeding..” causing him to sigh softly.

“They did, yes. But really not that much..” he watched your face, studying how it dropped, kept your eyes fixed to the food in your lap but that interest in eating no longer there. “Hey.. how about this..” you looked up to him ever so slightly, the man peaking your interest. “You eat your food, have a some painkillers and if you really want to, you can give them a clean.”

You thought about it for a moment, turning your eyes back to the food. “I..” You sighed softly, knowing for a fact he wouldn’t take any other compromise. You loved Lewis.. but sometimes that habit of not putting himself first annoyed you to no end. “Okay..”

With a smile, Lewis stood again. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before turning to head to the bathroom once again. Coming back with two ibuprofen both snapped in half. “Hand out baby.” He spoke, sitting down on the bed beside you and dropped them into your palm when you’d done as instructed. Throwing them into your mouth and quickly swallowing them down with the juice. Shuddering once you’d managed to successfully get them down.

“That’s it.. you finish eating I’ll clean up a little.” Lewis spoke, soft smile on his face. He grabbed a shirt from the wardrobe to not upset you any further. Just an old one, print practically gone the only remnants being a shiny patch on the cotton fabric where it used to be. What used to be black now washed out to a light grey.

You heard him hum softly, the sound of a washing machine door opening and closing, then the same for the dryer. You heard the beep of it starting up, Lewis coming up thirty seconds later with some pillows and duvet from the spare room. He carefully switched the pillows over with the ones on the bed, being sure not to strain you too much knowing your muscles were sore and then swapped the duvet round, taking them both downstairs. Rustling came from the laundry room of which you assumed was him stripping the covers from the bedding followed by two doors opening and closing, a curse, sound of a tap running so clearly Lewis had spilled liquid detergent and finally the sound of the doors closing and two beeps signalling the two machines had started washing their loads.

After that, it was mainly just standard day to day sounds. Like washing dishes, the odd clatter, sound of the vacuum. After about half an hour Lewis came back up to an empty plate. Instead of taking it downstairs like you thought he would, he simply set it on the table in the corner, nipped into the bathroom and came out with a damp clean cloth. “You really don’t have to if you don’t want to, babe.” He spoke, moving to sit beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist. Pulling you into his side.

“I know..” you muttered, resting your head onto his shoulder and held your hand out for the cloth which he reluctantly handed over. “But I want to.. I caused it, I want to help make it better.” You heard the other chuckle, looking up to him confused.

“I mean, I’d argue that I was the one to cause it. You don’t exactly go around clawing at my back like it’s a norm.” He smirked, looking down to you briefly before pulling his arm away. He pulled the shirt off with one swift motion and then pulled the duvet back, moved to lie down between your legs and hugged your thigh. “But I do like when you do it..”

You smiled softly as the man got comfortable. It wasn’t a regular occurrence for Lewis to be searching comfort from you. Usually you were on the receiving end. Or you’d have to reach out and offer that comfort. You didn’t mind reaching out at all but often you found yourself wishing he’d do it a bit more. You wanted him to know he could come and ask. You were sure he did. You just didn’t know why he didn’t. “Is there anything you didn’t like?”

The question snapped you from your thoughts, looking down to him for a moment before beginning to gently clean the scratches covering his back. “Uhm.. not that I can think of?” You spoke, sounding in thought as you tried to recall anything. “That break after the third was a little short, not enough for me to be like ‘woah no stop’ just more ‘fucking hell already?’ If you get me? Like I was still okay to do it was just a little tired kinda thing.”

You felt Lewis nod against your leg, kiss being pressed to your thigh. “I’ll remember that for next time.. anything you wanted to ask? Anything you want to try?” You felt the man relax against your leg the more you ran the cloth against his back, a small sigh escaping past his lips which caused you to smile ever so slightly.

“I can’t.. think of anything? But if anything comes up I’ll let you know.” The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment. Neither of you feeling any need to break it as you continued to clean the others back. Eventually, you did speak up after realising you hadn’t asked how Lewis was doing. “What about you? Did you like it? Anything you didn’t? How are you holding up?”

“Me? Oh I’m feelin’ fine babe. Little sore like you but that’s normal. I can’t think of anything that I didn’t like. A few things I’d want to try but I’d like to wait for you to come to me and bring them up.” Lewis didn’t want to pressure you.. he knew that seemed to be a reoccurring theme with other couples. Dom mentions something they want to try, sub agrees purely for the fact it’s their dom without even considering if it was something they’d want. He knew you could stand up, tell him what you wanted, when you wanted to stop. You’d demonstrated that last night. But it was still a fear none the less.

“Alright well.. you can bring it up. ‘M all ears.” You spoke. To some, it may have come up as trying to pressure him. To Lewis? He knew it was simply some reassurance before you’d both drop the subject. Again, the room fell silent. Roscoes snores and the muffled sounds of birds filling the room. Eventually, his back was cleaned. “Alright.. baby you’re gonna have to scooch. Need the bathroom.”

Lewis reluctantly sat up from inbetween your legs, rubbing his face with a yawn. “You need a hand getting there or no?”

“Nah.. I think I got it.” The trip there was slow, you had a slight waddle in your walk. But you did eventually make it. Turning the light on as Lewis got comfortable on the bed. Turning the TV on. Not even five seconds later there was a shout.

“Lewis!” He turned his head to the door, smirk already plastered on his face. Just knowing you’d saw the absolute state of your neck. Then, your head popped from the room. “I’ve got work tomorrow!”

ʚɞ I actually really liked how this turned out?? I was originally going to post Lewis, Charles and Carlos together but I got like 2k words in for Lewis and thought “who tf is going to read like 6k words of just aftercare”.

ʚɞ Not to mention I was struggling to find a way for it to not be repetitive? There’s only so many times I can x, y, z gave reader a bath in one post before it gets a little boring. So I decided to leave them as separate posts and if people want to go back and read the others they can 🤷‍♂️

ʚɞ Honestly no idea when the next of this little mini series will be up. My social battery is six feet under and I’m so goddamn tired lol so give me like a few days see where I’m at

ʚɞ As for requests, I know there was some interest for a one someone left a few days ago, I’ll get to that asap I was planning this one out when the request came through so I decided to finish this one first instead of immediately working on the request so I didn’t forget about it (this took so long to write omg usually I’m able to bash like three posts out in one sitting but this took days 😭)

ʚɞ Anyway I have a strong headcannon that Lewis would call you ‘sugar’ and I don’t know why because whenever I think of that I think of it being said in a southern accent by some guy who works on a ranch not a British guy who drives cars around a track for a living so 🤷‍♂️

ʚɞ This entire post is long enough as it is so I’ll leave it here. Bye now 👋🏻

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hey so i kinda stalked your account after ur intro stumbled onto my feed....if you're taking requests right now could you write something for one of the papaya boys with trans!driver!reader? I'm not picky in terms of plot <33

also i lovelovelove your writing

Feel Better In Your Skin | Lando Norris X Trans!Driver!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz (platonic )

ʚɞ it’s winter break, you’ve just gotten your top surgery and it’s up to Lando to take care of you

ʚɞ I got you!! I’m glad you’re liking my writing so far aha I’ve written on different platforms like ao3 before but I found that wasn’t really tailored to “__ x readers” as well as “__ x __” so here I am.

I read the ask wrong at first lol and started writing trans Lando so ended up having to change that all half way through. I wasn’t sure if you were wanting more focus for like paddock stuff so if you do just lmk I’d be happy to write another with more focus on that or just a part 2 to this one

Anyway hope you enjoy this one too!

ʚɞ warnings: mentions of dried blood and incisions obviously, very brief mention high from pain meds, surgery mentioned obvs, y/n used, not proofread

ʚɞ wordcount: 2.4K

ʚɞ requests are open!

Lando heard you groan as he helped the you into bed. Carefully lying you down, setting a pregnancy pillow under you arms and tucked you in. “Arms in or out, baby?” He asked softly, hand running through your hair, brushing it away from your forehead.

You couldn’t stop the whine that slipped past chapped lips. Still a smidge high on the pain killers they’d given before you’d been discharged from your double mastectomy. “Messin’ up my hair..” you grumbled, pout set on your face. “Out please.” You answered Lando after a moment of realisation that he’d asked you a question.

Nodding softly with a small chuckle, he set the blanket under your arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Anything you need, handsome?” The man spoke, moving to carefully sit beside you on his empty side of the bed. Lando would be taking the sofa in the main room of your B&B while you slept, not wanting to hurt his boyfriend anymore than he’d already been. You had tried to insist the day before surgery that you’d take it. He insisted that you rest in a comfortable setting.

You hummed slightly when you felt a soft hand rest on your cheek, turning into the palm and closed your eyes. Heat warming the skin that had been nipped by a winter breeze. Having traveled from Monaco back to the UK for your surgery. Lando knew you’d had you heart set on a particular surgeon since you were eighteen. And now, at twenty three he’d managed pay to get you surgery putting you on his last ever waiting list just before the surgeon was to go into retirement. He’d given you the news as a birthday present. Of which you were immensely grateful for.

He hadn’t been too keen on the idea of flying back with you after quite an invasive surgery. But he knew this was your body. You’d have to live with the scars. And Lando wanted nothing more than for you to feel confident. For once in your life feel confident in who you were. In your skin. Wear clothes you wanted to wear when you wanted them. Not in accordance of whether it hid your binder or not. Not have to worry about cameras getting side on shots of your body, chest visible unable to bind while racing.

“Hurts..” Lando heard you speak, clearly wanting more for the pain. Snapping him from the immense surge of proudness that welled in his chest. You watched your boyfriend carefully. How he pulled out his phone, how a frown settled on his oh so perfect face, how he sighed. That sigh really didn’t sound good.

“I’m sorry baby..” he spoke softly, adjusting a few pillows behind you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t give you any ibuprofen just yet.. gotta wait another hour first. Okay?”

Reluctantly, you nodded. With a smile, Lando rose from the bed, fixing the covers and set the remote for the TV into your hand. “Put on whatever you’d like, my love. I’m gonna order us some food.”

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Left with less of myself but felt more complete.

Thank you baby. Thank you for coming with me, supporting me and taking care of me. I love you so much <3

And thank you for the icecream

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landonorris I love you too baby. So proud of you <3

user1 STOP IT THIS IS ACTUALLY ADORABLE

user2 GOING TO SCREAM

oscarpiastri So proud of you mate!

user3 “left with less of myself but felt more complete” IM GOING TO SOB

mercedesamgf1 Looking forward to working with you this season! Wishing you a speedy recovery!

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“Oh my god this fucking sucks” you groaned out, eyes screwed shut. It felt like the drains were cutting into your sides. They hurt more than the fucking incisions stretched across your chest.

“I know baby..” Lando frowned softly, moving to sit beside you again and pressed a kiss to your temple. He didn’t really know. Not truly. He knew that. He didn’t know how the pain was, he just knew you were in pain. And if he could do something about that, he would. “Not long now though.. hopefully get them out tomorrow.”

The two of you were cutting it fine in regards to the 2025 season. You were both due at Bahrain for the three days of pre-season testing (although you weren’t exactly excited about their twisted laws for LGBT individuals). Due there the 25th of February, testing starting the 26th and finishing on the 28th. At that point you would be four and a half weeks healed. You’d practically have to beg the surgeon tomorrow to give you a letter saying you could take part.

Then, a two week break. Season opening in Australia on the 16th March. At which you’d be six and a half weeks. In theory, fully healed. But it could take anywhere from 6-8.

“What you thinkin’ about, love?” Lando looked to you, arm wrapping carefully around your shoulders.

“Who said I was thinking about anything?” You shot back with a smile, meeting his gaze and carefully placed your head to his shoulder.

“You were sticking your tongue out.”

“Traitor..” you muttered to it.

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You were sat in the surgeons office the next day, leg bouncing against the floor, hand holding onto the inside of Lando’s thigh for comfort. Your head was spinning. You were drowning. Drowning in endless possibilities and all bad. What if you didn’t like it? What if you decided you preferred yourself before? What if you weren’t really trans? What if you’d picked the wrong surgeon and ultimately it looked awful? What if your nipples had fallen off? What if-

“Y/n, breathe..” Lando spoke softly, one hand moving to rest on top of yours that was holding his thigh and the other moving to rub your own. “You’re panicking, love.”

You turned to face him caught like a deer in headlights. Your tongue fell flat in your mouth as your mind scrambled to find words. Piece together some remnants of a sentence. Lando didn’t rush you, didn’t disrespect you, didn’t roll his eyes or get angry. Instead, he let you take your time. Let you organise your mind. Removing your hand from his thigh just for a moment to place a kiss to the back of it before letting you set it back down wherever you chose. You decided to just leave it in the same spot.

Eventually, you spoke up. “What if I regret it..” you whispered, voice cracking slightly.

You watched as Lando opened his mouth to speak. Cut off by the surgeon that entered. “Right! Let’s get this show on the road.” The man spoke, heading to the chair in the middle of the room. “Come sit on this chair for me.”

You didn’t move at first, watching as he went to wash his hands. Only as the surgeon started to slip his gloves on did you stand, Lando helping you to undo the buttons on your shirt and slipped it from your back. Leaving you looking to a bare stomach and bandaged chest.

With hesitant feet, you silently moved to the chair, sitting on it with your eyes fixed to Lando. Refusing to look to your chest or the mirror in the corner of the room as the surgeon got to work unraveling bandages.

You caught glimpses of dried blood as he began to pull gauze away, swallowing thickly as he removed the ones covering your nipples only to find that they weren’t on the fabric. You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, shoulders relaxing some.

Then came the drains. They weren’t so bad, a slight nip to begin with as the surgeon pulled out stitches holding them in place. But other than that it just felt weird. Like how you’d imagine sucking a noodle through a lip piercing would feel like when a video came up on your for you page once. You’d quickly blocked that user for the sake of your own sanity. Not malicious intent, it just freaked you out and you did not want to risk them coming back onto your fyp again.

“Alright, we’re all done.” The man spoke, stepping back to take a look at his work. Your own eyes gaze still fixed to Lando. “I’ll leave you two alone to look. But it all looks good and healthy to me.” You heard the snap of gloves coming off, the squeak and then clatter of a bin opening and closing. The surgeon walking into your view to leave the room.

Lando frowned when you didn’t turn to look. Standing, he moved to lock the door, then made his way to you. Crouching beside you. “You look gorgeous, baby..” Lando whispered as he took your hand and held it to his own cheek pressing a kiss to the palm of it. “Do you want a photo of it first, babe?” He asked softly, seemingly able to read you like an open book as you nodded slowly.

As Lando stood, he set your hand back into your lap. He stopped the recording, taking a few steps back at the front of the chair and took a photo. After making sure it wasn’t blurry, he headed back to you reassuming his crouched position and turned the screen to you. “Here..”

With both hands, you carefully took the device. Eyes scanning the photo meticulously looking for any mistakes. Any dog ears, any infections, anything that didn’t look like it should be there. But instead all you found was some light bruising and scabs along your incisions. All perfectly normal. All.. perfect.

“You want to look in the mirror?” He asked softly, watching you nod. With a smile, Lando helped you to stand so you wouldn’t stretch the incisions. Hanging back as you moved to the mirror. Setting the phone up where you’d just sat to continue recording.

Like the photo, your eyes scanned the reflection in the mirror. Left to right, down, right to left, down, left to right. Finding nothing again. You felt emotions bubbling in your chest, but it was when you turned to the side that your works burst. You were flat. A bit swollen and bruised. But you were flat. Holy shit.

You looked to Lando in the mirror. The man holding the biggest grin he could and you were sure he didn’t even realise it. Slowly, you turned to him as a sob was pulled from your throat, moving to hide in your boyfriend’s shoulder while he wrapped his arms around you. The feeling of his arms wrapped against your bare skin, his chest flush against yours without anything in the way caused you to cry harder. Legs weak and shaky but you remained standing.

Lando had a feeling he’d be getting a lot more hugs from you.

After the surgeon showed both you and Lando how to properly tape the sutures and cover your nipples, he gave you scar cream and you were under strict instructions to keep your chest dry. Only rinse after the testing sessions to get rid of any sweat and pat dry with paper towels. He then handed you a letter which you’d take a photo of and send to Toto when you got home. Basically stating you had the all clear.

The drive home was a slow one. Purposefully. After a week in bed you wanted to get outside. So, despite not having showered in a week that was exactly what the two of you done. You broke your strict diet, had Tim Hortons, coffee, a donut and just drove around town taking the long route back to the air B&B.

Once back, Lando ran you a bath, helping you inside and began to was you carefully. You made sure to keep the waterline below your surgery. Letting Lando press kisses to your face, head, shoulder, neck, hands. Wherever he could. Making sure you knew he loved you. He was here. He wasn’t leaving. He wanted to help. Then came the difficult part, washing your hair. Lando helped you to dry off and change first into some comfortable joggers and one of his button ups. Then, wrapped a towel around your neck and over your shoulders. You crouched down, head over the edge of the tub as Lando started the shower. Making sure the water was at the right temperature before beginning to wash away the grease and grime of the past week. Chuckling as you melted into his hand.

Once your hair was adequately soaked, he turned the shower off, let the head fall into the bath and grabbed the shampoo. He lathered, rinsed, then done the same with conditioner. He then squeezed some of the water out your hair before you sat up, drying it for you and chuckled when he pulled the towel away. Hair sticking up every which way. “My handsome man..” he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips which you happily accepted. Hand dropping to his waist.

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The 2025 season is officially underway!

Y/N and George at day 1 of pre-season testing

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user1 y/n’s hands 🤤🤤

user2 You guys always have to ruin it huh?

landonorris no touchy

yourusername down boy

yourusername good to be back! So excited to work with you guys this season!

You turned to the door when it opened, smiling wide when you saw Lando poke his head round it. “There you are!” The man grinned, stepping inside. Pausing when he spotted, well, nothing. Just a flat chest under that black jumpsuit.

You smiled wide. “Here I am.” You spoke walking over to him. Turning in a circle as you went. “You like?”

“Oh baby I love..” the other whispered, blushing when a kiss was pressed to his cheek. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he nuzzled into your neck. Now your turn to hold him. And you certainly wouldn’t complain. “Love you..” you heard a mutter into your shoulder.

You smiled back, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder with a “Love you most..”

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Bonus - Boys on the beach

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beach days with my boys

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user1 not Charles having a better photo then his own boyfriend

yourusername “if you’re gonna post a photo of me it could be a good one at least”

carlossainz55 alright that’s just mean now

charles_leclerc We aren’t your boys

landonorris yes we are

oscarpiastri Yes we are

yourusername yes you are

ʚɞ I don’t know how to do endiiiiings. sorry if the second half’s a little rushed. Half of it got deleted since my tumblr crashed and I hadn’t saved so had to retype it all. This took way longer than I thought it would. Enjoy!!

WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME I SAID MCLARENAMGF1 AND NOT MERCEDES THIS POST HAS BEEN UP FOR FIVE HOURS IN GOING TO SCREAM

I’m in McLaren brain rot rn

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Breathe | Charles Leclerc X Trans!British!DriverReader

ʚɞ featuring: Charles Leclerc

ʚɞ you (the first trans driver to ever step foot into F1) are still dealing with the pain of unsafe binding years later.

ʚɞ warnings: fluff, mentions of unsafe binding but I ain’t going into detail because I don’t want anyone actually doing it, swearing, transphobia, didn’t proofread lol sorry, y/n used

ʚɞ word count: 1830

ʚɞ note: FtM or trans masc in mind. He/him pronouns used for reader. I beg please bind safely. It really fucks you over if you don’t

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mclaren We are beyond proud that Y/N has felt comfortable to come out to not only us, the grid, but to the rest of the world.

Y/N is the first transgender driver in F1 history! To be part of such a large step forward in this industry is a huge honour and we are all immensely proud of you! 🏳️‍⚧️

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user1 Did they just out Y/N as trans???

user2 They better not have omg

user3 Nono! Y/N has actually just came out on his own social media about an hour prior. And I’m sure that McLaren wouldn’t post this without his permission.. right?

yourusername @/user2 i fear you may have missed my own social media post. @/user3 is correct! and admin did double check with me before posting aha <3

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landonorris proud of you, man!

lewishamilton 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

user4 women don’t belong in this sport!

user5 Spoiler! He’s not a woman!

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user6 F1 really has gone downhill. This is absolutely ridiculous. I refuse to watch this sport anymore.

yourusername up your arse mate no one gives a shite 🏳️‍⚧️

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user7 Not Y/N being a pr nightmare before the season even starts 🤣

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user8 As a trans person this makes me so happy omg 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

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f1 AND IT’S Y/N WHO TAKES POLE IN BAHRAIN!

What a result for Y/N! It’s certainly a way to kickstart your season! All eyes are on Y/N to see what tricks he pulls out for the race on Saturday.

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user1 DAAAMN look at this kid go!

user2 well, at least he had a better start than Stroll did

user3 Not exactly a hard feat to beat but at least Stroll actually made it to the finish line.

user4 THIS ISN’T A WOMENS SPORT!!!

user5 oh here we go

yourusername have a feeling there’ll be a lot of this 🙄❄️

user6 uno reverse used in the best way possible

user7 WHO IS THIS ICON

yourusername 💅💅

“I don’t understand why they have to be such dicks..” Charles mumbled, looking down to you with a frown on his face. A frown that you decided he definitely didn’t suit. “You’re a driver. Just like us. A guy. Just like us. You’re no different.”

You sigh softly, shutting off your phone and set it down on your chest. Reaching up with one hand you smoothed the creases forming on your boyfriends forehead. Your second carefully taking the phone from Charles’ hands. He really needed to stop reading these comments.

“But I’m not to some..” you whispered. “As much as I want to be, I’ll never truly be the same to everyone. I’m an icon to some, another driver to others, a complete stranger to most and a vile freak of nature to the remainder.”

Charles didn’t like that. He didn’t like that last part one bit. He ran his hand gently through his boyfriends hair, letting his fingers comb through tangles, shaking his head. “Mon amour, you are far from a freak..” he spoke softly. Voice holding such love it felt like your heart could burst. You watched the man above you grow confused as you let out a huff of laughter, shaking your head.

“Baby, I know I’m not a freak. I’m just stating there are some that think I am. And while they’re wrong.. so very wrong. I can’t change everyone’s minds.” You sigh softly, hand now moving to the back of your boyfriend’s head. Thumb running against the freshly cut hair.

You soon sit up with a groan, stretching out. Toes pointed, arms pushed to the air, back arching and popping. “But-” you started off, sounding strained until your body slowly relaxed. Stealing a kiss from your boyfriend as you stood. “I’ve got you.. so everything’s all good in my corner.” You smile to the other, grabbing your coffee cup and heading to the kitchen to fix yourself another.

“You really shouldn’t have anymore of that! The race is tomorrow!”

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f1 Five races in and Y/N has already secured his first win with the Chinese Grand Prix! 🏎️🏁

But can he keep up the pace?

user1 Absofuckinglutely he can!

user2 No. He can’t. He’s only in his second year. He’ll mess up somewhere along the line.

user3 found the vestappen fan

georgeeussell63 Some clean driving there, mate. Enjoy your celebrations!

yourusername knew there was a reason your my favourite

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landonorris drinks on me then, I take it?

yourusername ah, well. @/georgerussell63 sorry but your title has been taken

georgerussell63 traitor

yourusername <33

user4 Y/N AND GEORGE??

yourusername 🏳️‍🌈 but not for him

georgerussell63 ouch

yourusername oh hush

It turned out that Mr. Know-It-All in the comments was correct. You did indeed screw up. And you screwed up big time. Ninth race in for specifics. The Canadian Grand Prix. It wasn’t a particularly bad crash. Or at least, not by F1 standards. You didn’t split your car in half at least. No. Instead, you got a bit too close to your beloved boyfriend, went up and over his car. And somehow in what you’re sure would be in spectacular fashion on the replay flipped your car upside down.

Once you did eventually manage to get out of your car, you were waving medical professionals away. You felt fine. Nothing felt broken. A bit banged up and sure, there’d probably be bruised knees and a bruised ego. But you were fine. Of course, that didn’t stop Charles from hounding you with questions once you got back to your drivers room.

“Baby- babe-“ you held your hands up, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You move to set your hands on either side of his face, which seemed to stop the questions well enough. You rose your eyebrows allowing the smile to settle on your face as your thumbs gently brushed against his cheeks. “I’m fine..” you whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to the man’s forehead and sighed softly. “Bruised knees probably. But nothin’ that’s broken.”

“You’re absolutely sure.” Charles demanded an answer.. yet again, his hands moving to cup your own, pressing a kiss to the palm of each. “Chérie if you’re hurt we need to know.” You loved Charles, you really did. You loved the attentiveness. The caring side. The way he looked to you like you were his whole world. Hung the stars in the sky just for him. But you were fine.

“I’m fine my love-” the ‘love’ came out strained as your body jerked. Face twisted in pain as a sharpness radiated from your chest suddenly from a deep breath you’d took. The suddenness of which it impossible to hide from Charles. And instantly, the man was back on your case.

“Baby? Hey- hey what is it? What’s wrong.” He asked rather quickly. Brows furrowing, face twisting into concern as his hands moved to your side.

“My ribs-” you tried to get out.

“Ribs? From the crash?”

“No-”

“Are they broken?”

“No Charles-“

“Baby did the crash hurt them?”

“Jesus Christ on a bike will you stop.” You manage to get out, hands gripping his arms. “It’s from when I used to bind.” Each inhale brought that same sharp pain back. Like someone was jabbing a large needle inbetween two of your ribs. You hissed as another hit, trying to shallow your breathing some.

“Okay.. okay.” Charles thought for a moment. He read this somewhere.. no not read. It had came up on TikTok. At this point, your feed was bleeding into his own. Merging together into some fucked up culmination of shared humour. “Okay..”

You watched in confusion as Charles moved to the floor. Back firmly pressed to the wall. One hand waving as a silent gesture to join him, the other tapping the floor between his legs to tell you where to sit. Hesitantly you made your way over, keeping your breathing short to not cause anymore unnecessary pain. Charles pivoted you before you sat down so your back was facing him. Then, gently began to tug at your fireproof suit.

You followed his lead, moving to sit in between those legs, feeling him pull you close and legs stretched out. In this position, he practically forced you to sit up straight. Giving your lungs the most room you possibly could to breathe without any hindrance. “Deep breaths..” you heard from behind, feeling Charles press his face into your neck. One hand on your hip, another resting on your stomach.

“Charles, I can’t.” You spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It hurts. It’s fine. It’ll go away on its own in a few seconds.” Or well, that used to be the case. Now it took a few minutes to thirty. Or at least you think that’s what the record was.

“I know mon amour.. but it’ll go away quicker like this. Please?” He tried to encourage, pressing loving kisses to your neck, behind your ear. Anywhere his lips could reach skin there were kisses in it’s path.

Reluctantly, you begin to do as he asked, taking a deep breath which again, caused that same pain to erupt in your side. Inhaling sharper as a result. And, again, more pain. “I know..” Charles whispered against your ear, lifting his head up to rest against the side of yours. Beginning to take deep breaths himself. Deep enough so you could feel it and copy. “I know baby.. come on.” He encouraged again, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.

Again, you took another deep breath. Charles continuing to talk you through that pain too. Slowly, the gaps in between became shorter. Until you were consistently taking them. And two or so minutes after, the pain was gone.

Charles however, was still whispering to you. He hated seeing you in pain. However cliche it sounded. The idea his Y/N, his boyfriend, was in pain hurt him too. Moving now to spin you round. Pulling you onto his lap so your shoulder was resting against his sturdy chest. He removed the cap from your head, directing said head to his shoulder and you didn’t need to be told twice. Finding your home in the crook where it met his neck. Nuzzling into it and let out a sigh.

There was silence for a moment. Letting reality sink in before you spoke. “M’ sorry..” it was timid. Quiet. Not fearful but.. it didn’t ooze that same confidence your voice seemingly always held.

“What for, chérie?” Charles asked in response, hand moving now to rub small circles onto your back. Pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Crashin’ into you..” you muttered, eyes fixed to your hands set in the orange lap of your suit. Picking at skin around your nails. “Scaring you.. worrying you..”

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Light and warm. You watched as he separated your hands with one of his own, intertwining together fingers on your left hand with those on his right. “Baby.. I’m always gonna worry. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” God you loved a sappy Charles

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