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planete777 · 1 year ago

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BAD INFLUENCE・⁠｡♪ LN4 [+ OP81]

( lando norris x fem!reader ft. oscar piastri)

READ PART 2!

IN WHICH. getting high was never on oscar's roster. getting high and enjoying it with y/n and lando wasn't either, but that just makes it much more... exciting. (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 16+, suggestive content, drug use (as per), high hotness pt 875443, oscar cameo (woop woop 🥳), make outs, first time getting high, oscar being whipped for lando and y/n? wbk, a bit of mxm content between drivers, shotgunning coz it's my most favourite thing ever

NOTE. LANDOSCAR!! this may probably be my favourite fic and is my longest so im looking forward to you guys reading it!!! well overdue in my humblest opinion, but i delivered hehe. enjoy my luvs and a very happy new year in advance mwah mwah mwah 😚😚 i appreciate all of you readers, thank you for all your support 💓💓💓

SIDENOTE. my askbox is now closed for requests 🤍

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frankly speaking, a 'you up?' text from oscar piastri, whose entire persona was an antithesis of what that type of message usually pertained to, isn't something lando was expecting at 1am after a tedious race weekend. knows oscar to be one who sleeps in too early, as if his circadian rhythm was built upon the foundation of a restrictive curfew, and even fathoming the fact that he is awake past 12 is rather peculiar.

yet, with the mutually pre-established sense that lando would be awake (he's probably an insomniac, but it's not too concerning for him to actually check), and that oscar was asking if he was just for the sake of, most likely because he's, unusually, unable to sleep, lando replies with much sluggish vim.

fingers moving as if they played in a dream, he's able to reply with 'yh, why????' and sends it off before throwing his phone on the bed. he thinks, if he's sober, he would care more that this is oscar!!!! who is normally adamant about getting sleep!!! and not looking more sleep deprived than his naturally downturned eyes already make he seem to be!!!! but his mind feels like gooey viscous, and he counts about 3,000 peaks and troughs of the popcorn ceiling above before losing count and seeking solace in the spliff that burns his throat like a madman. he ponders if he's going crazy.

it's not long after that the undulating, monotonous buzz from his phone tickles his skin and with a sigh he goes to reply. and as he does so, his girlfriend, curiosity piqued, perks up from the foot of the bed.

"who's texting you this late?"

she looks ridiculously amusing: head hanging off the edge, loose and completely yielding like a dead body, and the only thing that reassures lando of her consciousness is the occasion movement of her arm to take another drag.

he wedges the joint between his reddened lips, lips curling awkwardly to speak, "piastri. dunno what he wants th- oh shit."

he's never felt such a sinking, crippling feeling of his high escaping him like a broken dam before. it's weirdly chilling, and for a good second, he feels brightly and vividly sober again. the texts just... stare at him and he almost wants to hurl his phone at the wall and watch it rain a litany of debris.

osc: just... forgot to give you back your stuff that i borrowed

osc: found some green leaf stuff in it lol im a bit concerned

lando's read it so many times, he's more than certain he knows just how many letters it consists of. fingers hover above the keyboard but it looks like they're weirdly swimming in air as he debates just what to write, and y/n is suddenly hissing his name, having sat up.

"— lan'! fucking hell, what happened?"

he moves on autpilot, back resting up the headboard, "he's found my weed."

y/n— y/n snorts. she sighs, moves back to her original pose, and lando's brain feels like static.

"love, i thought it would be worse."

lando splutters, "worse? babe, this is already bad! he could tell management for all i know." the mere thought of that makes lando's mind congeal. nevertheless, high out of his wits, he thinks he would somehow find a way to continue even if he was implored to stop.

she's disagreeing and laughing, and lando doesn't know what to make of it.

"nah, you're good. oscar wouldn't tell a soul," it's silent as he sees a burst of smoke ascend from the edge of the mattress, "tell him to bring it over."

lando fights with himself in his head. it's hilarious, really, watching his face morph from one emotion to another, and after 5 minutes with no whooshing affirmative of a message being sent, y/n exhales.

the bed curves in as she crawls up towards lando, before plucking the phone from his grip.

"it's really not that deep, lan'," her voice feels like cotton in his ears, "oscar isn't like that."

her fingers fly across the keyboard, how she does so in her inebriated state, lando has no clue, and just as quickly as she snatched the phone, she's sliding it back between his fingers.

"how— how do you know that?"

all presumptions, really, lando thinks. they may be good friends, him and oscar, but they've still got many, many steps to go before he's reassured that the other wouldn't go running his mouth to management because he found *fucking weed* in his bag.

the little voice at the back of his mind seeths, 'you shouldn't be smoking anyway', but he ignores it. what the hell does it know?

y/n goes to straddle him, crotch digging into his. its a soft wave of pleasure that oozes from the pressure, and lando lets a small moan mix with the puff of smoke he blows out. they would've fucked if only his limbs didn't feel like they've been detached and re-stitched; maybe they'd end the night with a lazy ride.

his girlfriend smirks, all cunning and undeniably hot, sucking in as much smoke as she can before blowing it all on his face. if anybody else had done this, he'd turn feral, but there's something alluring when y/n's exhale tickles his skin like feathers.

"how do i know? well, oscar, he kinda reminds me of you—" lando interrupts with a raised brow and a questioning stare, but y/n proceeds, "both of you are- you were- itching for a release. him not as much as you, but i still see it."

and lando can't really deny that, because he sees it too. in the way oscar's eyes seem to dart with dreaded uncertainty, and the way his shoulders are always up and tense, as if he has been tied like a puppet.

"that's what i call 'destined to get high'," y/n banters. it makes lando snort and roll his eyes (ultimately omitting to dwell on the sliver of seriousness that leaks through).

"dunno why you're rolling your eyes, you were basically begging me to give you a spliff," y/n taunts, and even though he groans at the reminiscence, he doesn't deny it. doing so would be like calling himself michael schumacher.

"yeah, whatever," he takes a lazy drag, a hand sliding up and down y/n's thigh, "at least i'm sexy when getting stoned."

y/n cackles, dissolving into a small giggle as she twirls her fingers through lando's curls; she never wants to let him go.

"damn right, baby."

another ping sounds from lando's phone, and subconsciously, his hands snakes to get it.

when he turns it on, he doesn't think he can be gobsmacked with such intensity twice in a day.

landooo: yh just bring it over

landooo: you can join us if you'd like

landooo: 😉

osc: uhm sure..

"y/n."

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weed.

he'll be fucking damned.

the laugh that is punched out of him is one of disbelief, and, quite frankly, sheer horror.

he'd only wanted to borrow some shaving cream, after all, he's not one to favour the prickly itch of stubble. and in perfect, restless lando fashion, he was given the whole essentials bag and tasked with finding it himself.

which then leads him to now, palm burning with the weight of three spliffs that had somehow tumbled out of a flat metal tin.

he stares at them for so long that he might as well have burned holes into them (ironic), and in a flurry of movement, he's stuffing everything back into the bag, zipping it closed. if he doesn't see it, then he doesn't know it's there. cool.

but he's just standing, in the middle of his hotel room, completely clueless and delirious. he doesn't know how many times he wipes perspiration off his palms and onto his shorts, neither does he know how he's able to text lando about his findings.

originally, he thought that sending the infamous, suggestively connotated 'you up?' would've trimmed a bit of the tension away, yet it seems like lando, without fail, waters the situation with a fuck-ton more.

"'join us'? fucking hell."

oscar feels absolutely scorched from the wisps of his hair to the tips of his toes, and a spark of something curls in his gut.

no, absolutely not.

it's- he flips his watch to check the time- one am for fuck's sake, and lando's— getting high. smoking weed. [most likely] with his girlfriend.

whatever it is that makes his gut its abode curls even more as he shoves his feet into the nearest shoes he can find, and tames his hair in the mirror by the doorway. finding the night already too hard to bare, he doesn't dwell on what he'd done, and heads off to lando's room with sickening anticipation swirling within the grooves of his skin.

the walk is only a few seconds long, and oscar curses the fact that they weren't roomed further apart (impractical in usual circumstances, but the current predicament is anything but usual). he guesses he stands there, navy blue wash bag clutched in a vice grip, for many minutes (his concept of time tonight is royally fucked— how has he stayed up this late?) before he musters up some courage to knock on the door. in the quietude of the night, the sound is magnified to the point where he winces and hopes that no one else on their floor wakes up.

he hears a quiet rustle from behind the door, sighs for the umpteenth time that day (honestly, he could have a smoke for himself to- no.) before it's swiftly open.

y/n stands there, no sign of a spliff in sight, but her heavy lidded red eyes (that must hurt, right?) and the pungent smell of weed is enough to tell.

"ah, golden boy is here," y/n's grinning, as much as she can do without it looking robotic, and oscar blushes.

"g-golden boy?"

"i said what i said," she opens the door wider, and oscar's vision catches a limp leg hanging off the side of the bed, "you coming in or what?"

he's never been in such a mind-tearing crossroad before. wants to be reasonable and say no, afterall his job is on the line here (just because lando hasn't been caught, doesn't mean he won't, too). but then he's thinking that he's played angel's advocate for too long, and, as if the universe wants to commit a double homicide, lando is walking over, countenance lackadaisical and bends down as he wraps his arms around her waist.

he asks for forgiveness, because such a temptation before him is completely unforgiving , and oscar finds his vascillations come to an end the second he makes eye contact with his teammate.

it's then he realises that the something that had been driving his intestines mad was sheer want, and, having a mind of their own, his feet shuffle into the room, decision finalised by the click of the door shutting behind him.

he just hopes he doesn't regret this is in the morning.

the couple, with eased familiarity, move back to the bed, leaving oscar standing there, lost and expecting. lando regains possession of the spliff, back flat against the bed and arm bent behind his head.

he's turning to oscar, several beats later, with a heated look that just pulls the australian right in.

"put the bag down, osc," he's demanding— oh fuck, "and come over here."

oscar feels rather mortified at the effect lando's assertiveness has on him. his heart curdles, drips away like goo, and he can't think straight.

toes off his shoes, sliding them out of the way with his foot, before dumping the bag on lando's luggage and tentatively making his way to the bed.

it's excruciatingly daunting, must he say, and he's sure it's blatant because y/n is grinning softly and beckoning him closer with the wave of a hand.

"you're good, oscar."

then he's fully on the bed, a thin sheen of gray blurring his vision and the stench of smoke so thick, he could get high off it alone.

lando's splayed in front of him, watching intensely as his fingers accomodate a joint between them, and y/n's at his side, right at the foot of the bed, fiddling with a metal tin of her own.

he wonders just how long they've been doing this for.

"for me, since i was 18/19 maybe. lando started about a year ago."

oscar's brain fucking spasms.

his head whips to y/n, then back to lando, who just smiles and takes another drag, "a year?!"

the girl beside him giggles, turning back to him with a freshly rolled spliff of his own, "yeah. practically drooling to take a hit."

his teammate groans, dragging a hand down his face before sitting up, they seem to go through this ordeal once or twice before.

before he can question any more, y/n points the joint at him, "you sure you want to do this?"

funny, he's asking himself this. has been ever since he read the proposition that lando (y/n) had sent, and he had replied with a seemingly confused 'sure'. heat feels like a thousands ants crawling up his body, and the silence is even worse because he's certain his ears are filled with cement.

"am i— am i gonna get addicted to... this?"

lando shakes his head just as y/n shrugs, "depends, love. if you've got good enough self control and don't rely on it too much, you'll be fine."

oscar gives a sigh of relief, but turns tense again as he looks at lando. almost telepathically, he knows what oscar is thinking.

"no osc, i'm not hooked on this. i only do it every couple of weeks or so."

his hands raise up in defense, "just asking, mate."

"and you have every right to, baby," y/n says, then scoops his hand into her grip and puts the spliff in his hand, "now take this and let lando teach you."

oscar doesn't know what to do with it. he just stares at the green stick in his hand and wills up some courage to look back up at lando. for the first time in 22 years, he's going to experience what it's like to get high, and the excitement that crawls up his spine is chilling.

"take this," lando pushes a bottle of water into his hands, and oscar looks at it in confusion.

"it's your first time, so it'll probably make you cough a ton. drinking water helps."

oscar nods, gently taking and unscrewing it open. he gulps it down like a starved animal, and almost chokes when he notices his teammates girlfriend staring bullets into his face. his heart jumps and he stops drinking.

"now put the spliff in your mouth and let me light it for you."

oscar does so, feeling the weight of the rolled joint between his lips is completely maddening.

his teammate fishes a black lighter from the bedside table, then scooches closer to oscar's crossed legs. lando's body is like a furnace of drunken heat, and it only gets worse when his hand lands right on oscar's bare thigh.

it feels perfect and oscar thinks he's surfing on the waves of euphoria already.

"this good?" lando questions his touch, and oscar doesn't waste time to nod, "alright— when i light it, you're gonna try and inhale as much as you can. don't let it stay in your throat or you're gonna cough."

oscar bobs his head affirmatively.

"if you can't, just take it in small amounts, not too much that it hits your throat."

then lando's leaning in, flame swaying from the lighter, and oscar's eyebrows scrunch as he follows it closer and closer to the spliff.

it's instaneous, the heat that fills his mouth, and in a hurried succession, oscar is inhaling and spluttering like a madman. his eyes are burning, they may already be red at this point, and his nose feels ripped off.

"take it easy, love," a hand- y/n's- rests upon his back and he finds himself needing composure, and not only from his failed attempt to smoke.

"wow uh that was— uhm..."

lando rubs his thigh, with the intention to comfort, but oscar finds himself more pent up than before. the weed is already kicking in and his mind feels chopped into pieces and mixed with cake batter, and every touch feels like a punch.

"you good to go again?" lando queries. oscar nods, his throat feeling too rough to speak up, "okay then, take your time and calm yourself down. small intakes, yeah?"

the spliff goes back between his lips, and with lando watching him like he's the best movie he's ever seen, he's sucking in the smoke cautiously and— fuck, it feels so so good. he's unravelled everywhere, not a kink left in his joint nor a knot remaining in his muscles, and when he breathes the smoke out, he lets his head fall back with a smile on his face.

"there you go," lando's voice sounds loose and airy in his mind, and oscar finds himself loving it.

"look at him, babe," y/n chimes from beside him, and his head rolls to give her an inebriated grin, "told you he was meant for it."

lando hums, agreeing, from in front of him, "gonna shotgun with him."

whatever that is, y/n is eager to see it happen, and oscar gives lando a confused look. it only evokes a cute grin from the other, who plucks the spliff from oscar's fingers.

"i'll take a hit and blow it in your mouth, if that's cool with you."

and— oscar moans involuntarily. he doesn't know where it comes from but it's practically punched out of him with how loud it is, and lando smirks widely. all oscar can do is watch as he fills his mouth with smoke and shuffles closer to him. his heart palpitates, beating like a drum piece, and his skin is damp and flushed from the intensity of it all.

lando assesses oscar's decision, confirming his consent as he nods, and slowly, lando snakes an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. oscar is compliant, body wanting and downright desperate, mouth opening on autopilot.

the second lando's lips attach to his and the smoke is pushed into his mouth, oscar fucking loses it. his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he's grabbing lando's hair and pushing his mouth deeper.

he's kissing his teammate with all he has to give, and lando— he's reciprocating it, lips hungry on oscar's, biting and licking everywhere. for a second, oscar can't think about anything, mind filled with just lando, as his tongue slips in and turns the kiss filthy.

oscar hasn't made out with anyone with such ferocity. he's encompassed in scorching heat, and the euphoria just gets better as lando trails his lips down his neck. the bites and licks are inclement, and oscar's sure there'd be marks tomorrow, angry and purple, but right now, he doesn't care. not when lando's hands creep up his shirt, and run up his torso, resting upon his nipples and twirling them around his fingers.

"oh fuck, lando," his moan is so high pitched it sounds foreign and it's almost hard for him to believe that it comes from him. but he's sure it does, because another is forced out as soft hand turns his head to the side and there's another set of lips on his in an instant.

he thinks he could hooked on y/n's kisses, warm, wet and so fucking sensual, he feels worshipped. not an inch of skin is missed by her tongue, and with every drag of her lips against his, he's concluding that this would be the perfect way to die.

oscar's so hard in his jeans from lando's stimulation, y/n's kisses, and the heightened sensation of everything from the weed, that he almost cums in his shorts. he can only imagine how plump it could be, and how a mouth on it would have him sobbing for days.

but he doesn't have to, because lando creeps a hand to his crotch and squeezes. the whine that leaves oscars mouth and into his teammate's girlfriend's is criminal.

"gonna suck you off so good, osc," lando moans in his ear, breath warm and words dirty, "you like that?"

and as oscar begs him to, he thinks that maybe getting high with lando and y/n isn't so bad afterall.

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silksandcravats · 2 months ago

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ADCU masterlist

adam driver cinamatic universe writing kylo ren • flip zimmerman • charlie barber • adam sackler explicit pieces marked with * ! in the process of fixing links !

Viscount!Kylo Ren Regency Era Series

inspired by the viscount who loved me (bridgerton)

MOODBOARD 1

MOODBOARD 2

Viscount!Kylo details (history and backstories, not a writing piece)

Meeting Viscount!Kylo (backstory p1)

“Courting” Viscount!Kylo (backstory p2)

“Proposal” by Viscount!Kylo (backstory p3)

Wedding Night *

Life as the new Viscountess *

All Tied Up*

Older things and @ zimmermansbrat archive

love languages series (ft. kylo, flip, charlie, sackler)

Kylo Ren

Training pt 1

Training pt 2*

Faking it*

Sleepwalking - Modern!Kylo

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.” *

“Am I Dreaming?” HC

Charlie Barber

Drinking

“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” *

periods with Charlie HC

Flip Zimmerman

Unlocked*

Come Back to Bed

Burden

Drunk Confessions

Minor Disagreements

Overstimulation*

Catch me*

Not talking*

Rocky Mountain Threeway (ft Clyde!) part 1* (abandoned)

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know that you’re taken.” *

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” *

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.” (wack version)

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind” (serious version)

Adam Sackler

Distracted

Neighbors - Morby Writing Challenge (can be read as gender neutral)

Being on a plane with Sackler HC

#adamdriver #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman #adam sackler x reader #adam driver x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren smut #kylo ren fic #kylo ren #charlie barber x you #charlie barber #charlie barber/reader #charlie barber smut

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gaelxdevries · 1 month ago

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Exasperated sigh left him, exaggerated to make his point but there were still flecks of amusement hidden in his gaze. "Don't remember saying I operated an open door policy so, no. You can't." Clipped and dry but they both knew that he would never truly revoke her unspoken all access pass to him and his time. His brow arched then, unable to resist another jab that she could be anywhere else but there. As though he could ever want her to be anywhere else. "But not heartbroken enough to go find yourself some place quiet to cry, huh."

As quickly as her foots hit his desk his hands dart out to shove them off, frown of disapproval the only other communication he gave. "Oh I'm terrified." Sarcasm was thick but there'd never been a moment where he'd ever underestimated just what Ronnie was capable of. Her mind worked in ways he couldn't even imagine being capable of and for all it suited their dynamic to play otherwise, he'd never been anything less than impressed with her contributions.

"You know what'd make for an even more fucked up finale?" He let the question hover between them as he picked up the device and turned it over in his hands, gaze only flicking up to hers when he answered his own question. "If you managed to find a way to project that cat of yours to them. They'd almost welcome the end. Or maybe wonder if they'd gone straight to Hell."

Ronnie leaned against the doorframe like she owned the place, twirling a lollipop between her fingers like it was a grenade with a timer only she could read. Her grin was the slow kind—playful, a little smug, and deliberately unbothered. “Wow. You mean I can’t just drop by to grace you with my charming presence?” she shot back, already sauntering deeper into the Arsenal like she hadn’t just let herself in. “Starting to think the sparks are gone, Gael. Real heartbreaking stuff.”

She plopped into the chair across from his desk, boots kicked up on the edge without a single ounce of shame. “And for the record,” she continued, eyes flicking around the familiar workspace, “it is about a new explosive, but also I was bored. Which, yes, should deeply concern you.”

She unzipped her backpack and pulled out a metal sphere roughly the size of a grapefruit, placing it delicately in the center of his paperwork like a cat dropping off a dead bird. “Hear me out: directional blast, shrapnel optional, and—best part—it plays elevator music for seven seconds before detonation. Imagine trying to process that when you’re about to get obliterated.”

#bullet through a flock of doves || threads #ft: ronnie zhou #ronnie zhou 01 #adam driver the cat catching strays

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babybearnation · 4 months ago

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christian mansell + f2!driver!reader = everyone thinks you're dating, but you aren't (yet)

christian mansell x gn!f2 driver!reader (ft. bff!pepe marti)

you two were really close

and not in the very obviously best friends way like christian and pepe were

no, this was different

but there was nothing between you two

you legitimately were just friends

not that anyone else within the f2 paddock believed that

there was a bet going about you and christian - some people were adamant you two were together and others, namely pepe, thought that you weren't together yet

seeing you two cuddling and laughing and almost kissing made some people switch sides

pepe, however, knew the truth and ended up being the sole person to stay on the "they aren't together" side

you and christian had no idea about this bet at first until you, fully accidentally, overheard them talking about it

rushing back to christian, you confess everything you overheard

christian is torn before he ultimately shrugs it off and says to let them keep thinking and betting

his response makes your heart hurt and you're not sure why

its as you're lying in your hotel bed, unable to sleep, that you realise why his response hurt

you like christian.

and deep down, you know you have for a while

you're not sure how you supressed it, but you did and now it's coming back to bite you in the ass

the only person you can speak to about this is pepe, and whilst he's sweet and charming, he keeps pushing for you to ask christian out and you can't bring yourself to do that

from that point on, you're awkward around christian to say the least

everyone notices but you don't let it affect your driving on track so they can't exactly push for anything to happen

eventually christian corners you and asks for an explanation as to why you're avoiding him

you try to get him to drop it, but he refuses so you end up lashing out, telling him about your feelings and how you know they don't matter because you know he doesn't feel the same

christian is stunned speechless and you take this opportunity to slip away, running to the f1 paddock with tears streaming down your face

you spoke to the f1 drivers within the team you were a junior for and ultimately ended up breaking down as you wondered if you weren't good enough for him

you manage to get back to your hotel but you only get a few hours of tear-stained sleep before someone starts banging on your hotel door

you open it to find an apologetic looking christian and an annoyed pepe standing there

pepe shoves christian through the doorway and tells you two to fix things before he starts stalking off down the hallway

it's silent before christian starts apologising and confessing that he likes you too but was afraid you didn't feel the same and he only went speechless because he hadn't expected you to like him

you two talk it over before you shyly ask him out

christian says yes and the two of you fall into laughter and kisses

when you arrive, hand in hand, at the paddock the next day, all the other drivers think they won the bet but when you tell them that, actually, pepe won, they get so bitter

pepe goes home much richer that day

#ᵔᴥᵔ fics #sir bear's sweetheart special #koalapastries #christian mansell #christian mansell x reader #cm16 #cm16 x reader #formula 2 #formula 2 x reader #f2 #f2 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #babybearnation

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thisisyourdriverspeaking · 1 year ago

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Lightening the mood after Miami with another edition of my US number ones posts - the drivers from all series version. Please enjoy 😊😊

Sebastien Loeb (26th February 1974) - Barbara Streisand - The Way We Were

Tony Kanaan (31st December 1974) - Helen Reddy - Angie Baby

Juan Pablo Montoya (20th September 1975) - David Bowie - Fame

Mark Webber (27th August 1976) - Elton John & Kiki Dee - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

Kimi Raikkonen (17th October 1979) - Michael Jackson - Don't Stop Til You Get Enough

Jenson Button (19th January 1980) - Michael Jackson - Rock With You

Felipe Massa (25th April 1981) - Daryl Hall & John Oates - Kiss On My List

Heikki Kovalainen (19th October 1981) - Christopher Cross - Arthur's Theme (Best That You Can Do)

Andre Lotterer (19th November 1981) - Daryl Hall & John Oates - Private Eyes

Pippa Mann (11th August 1983) - The Police - Every Breath You Take

Simon Pagenaud (18th May 1984) - Lionel Richie - Hello

Robert Kubica (7th December 1984) - Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

Nico Rosberg (27th June 1985) - Bryan Adams - Heaven

Jerome D'Ambrosio (27th December 1985) - Lionel Richie - Say You, Say Me

Rahel Frey (23rd February 1986) - Whitney Houston - How Will I Know

Kamui Kobayashi (13th September 1986) - Berlin - Take My Breath Away

Rene Rast (26th October 1986) - Cyndi Lauper - True Colors

James Hinchcliffe (5th December 1986) - Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name

Oliver Turvey (1st April 1987) - Club Nouveau - Let It Be

Sebastian Vettel (3rd July 1987) - Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

Alexander Sims (15th March 1988) - Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up

Molly Taylor (6th May 1988) - Whitney Houston - Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Simona De Silvestro (1st September 1988) - George Michael - Monkey

Sarah Bovy (15th May 1989) - Bon Jovi - I'll Be There For You

James Calado (13th June 1989) - Bette Midler - Wind Beneath My Wings

Brendon Hartley (10th November 1989) - Roxette - Listen To Your Heart

Earl Bamber (9th July 1990) - New Kids On The Block - Step By Step

Cristina Gutierrez (24th July 1991) - EMF - Unbelievable

Abbie Eaton (2nd January 1992) - Michael Jackson - Black Or White

Timmy Hansen (21st May 1992) - Kris Kross - Jump

Daniel Abt (3rd December 1992) & Alice Powell (26th January 1993) - Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You

Tatiana Calderon (10th March 1993) - Peabo Bryson & Regina Belle - A Whole New World

Christine GZ (22nd July 1993) - SWV - Weak

Alex Lynn (17th September 1993) & Bubba Wallace (8th October 1993) - Mariah Carey - Dreamlover

Michelle Gatting (31st December 1993) - Mariah Carey - Hero

Naomi Schiff (18th May 1994) - Ace Of Base - The Sign

Jessica Hawkins (16th February 1995) & Luca Ghiotto (24th February 1995) - TLC - Creep

Beitske Visser (10th March 1995) - Madonna - Take A Bow

Nicholas Latifi (29th June 1995) - Bryan Adams - Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?

Jack Aitken (23rd September 1995) - Coolio ft L.V - Gangsta's Paradise

Oliver Askew (12th December 1996) - Toni Braxton - Un-Break My Heart

Louis Deletraz (22nd April 1997) - Puff Daddy ft Mase - Can't Nobody Hold Me Down

Catie Munnings (15th November 1997) - Elton John - Candle In The Wind

Cem Bolukbasi (9th February 1998) - Janet Jackson - Together Again

Jamie Chadwick (20th May 1998) - Next - Too Close

Kevin Hansen (28th May 1998) - Mariah Carey - My All

Mick Schumacher (22nd March 1999) - Cher - Believe

Toni Breidinger (14th July 1999) - Jennifer Lopez - If You Had My Love

Max Fewtrell (29th July 1999) - Will Smith ft Dru Hill & Kool Moe Dee - Wild Wild West

Robert Shwartzman (16th September 1999) - Enrique Iglesias - Bailamos

Bent Viscaal (18th September 1999) - TLC - Unpretty

Felipe Drugovich (23rd May 2000) - Santana ft The Product G&B - Maria Maria

Marta Garcia (9th August 2000) - N'Sync - It's Gonna Be Me

Arthur Leclerc (14th October 2000) - Christina Aguilera - Come On Over Baby (All I Want Is You)

Sophia Florsch (1st December 2000) & Clement Novalak (23rd December 2000) - Destiny's Child - Independent Women Pt 1

Frederik Vesti (13th January 2002) - Nickelback - How You Remind Me

Luke Browning (31st January 2002) & Liam Lawson (11th February 2002) - Usher - U Got It Bad

Olli Caldwell (11th June 2002) - Ashanti - Foolish

Jack Doohan (20th January 2003) - Eminem - Lose Yourself

All added to this playlist

#mark webber #jenson button #andre lotterer #nico rosberg #james hinchcliffe #sebastian vettel #jamie chadwick #mick schumacher #arthur leclerc #clement novalak #frederik vesti #luke browning #liam lawson #jack doohan #motorsport #music #spotify #motorsport number ones #Spotify

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shesjustanothergeek · 2 years ago

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Hey besties! I'm a 22-year-old teenage girl who likes to remain anonymous on here because of her digital footprint and all that. You can call me Geeky. I love to write for Marvel, Star Wars, House of The Dragon (specifically Aegon and Aemond), and anything about Adam Driver and his characters! House of the Dragon is my recent hyper-fixation. I'm focused on my current fics, His Love & The Gods We Can Touch, so that's what I'm writing for now.

Key: Complete=Finished, Ongoing=Currently Writing, WIP=Not Published But Will Be Soon

All Things Adam Driver

Living In the Moment |Jack Gladney x Fem!Reader| (complete)

Rapture |Jack Gladney x Fem!Reader| (complete)

The Most Tragic of Mistakes |Charlie Barber x Fem!Reader| (hiatus)

Ruined |Jacques le Gris x Fem!Reader| (complete)

Let Me Into Your Heart |Mafia!Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader| (hiatus)

House of The Dragon

His Love |Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader| (ongoing)

The Gods We Can Touch |Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader| ft. Yandere Aegon and Alicent (ongoing)

The Blood of Eden |Lucifer!Aemond Targaryen x Eve!Reader| (complete)

Marvel

Hunger |Venom/Eddie Brock x Plus Size!Reader| (wip)

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Ronnie didn’t even flinch at his protest, already tucked into her burrito of a blanket like she was the queen of this self-declared cinematic kingdom. She took a long sip from her own bottle—something fruity and absolutely not beer—before cutting him a look over the rim.

“You say that like you didn’t laugh at at least two scenes in the last one. Don’t lie, Axel. Your left nostril flared—that’s a laugh in your language.” She grinned, not even bothering to hide how smug she was about it, the light from the TV casting quick flickers across her face. “And hey, if I’m corrupting your post-prison cultural awakening with trashy monster flicks and forgotten '90s rom-coms, that’s just the price of friendship.”

She gave his beer bottle a little nudge with hers. “Besides, you’re here. On my couch. Which means I win. You could be brooding in a dark alley somewhere or, I dunno, cleaning your guns like a villain from a bad cop show. But you’re not. You’re here. Watching this banger of a movie. So really, who’s to blame?”

Ronnie leaned her head back against the couch, her tone softening just a notch. “Also... come on. Admit it. You kind of missed stupid shit like this.”

who — @ronniezhou where — ronnie's apartment.

''For the last time, Ronnie, I'm not watching that shit with you,'' Axel exhaled, fingers rising to rub at the bridge of his nose in a soothing motion. His constant state of being since getting out of prison had been sheer exhaustion at simply being around other people. Ronnie was one of the few whose proximity and presence didn't grate at his patience, though he couldn't tell if she'd won him over by exhausting persistence or with her sunny disposition despite his constantly cold demeanour.

Regardless, he found himself sinking deeper into her couch, his legs stretched before him and a bottle of beer dangling between his fingers. Ronnie sat beside him, a blanket covering her in a way that should have been ridiculous but only endeared him further, quieting the conflicting maelstrom of emotions that usually plagued him. She didn't say a word; simply reached for the remote, ignoring his protest entirely and pressing play on yet another one of her asinine movies.

For all of his posturing, he could admit, at least to himself, that the movies she made them watch weren't half bad. ''Next time, I'm picking the hangout spot,'' he grumbled, resolved on taking her anywhere without screen displays. ''Why do you insist on watching these anyway? I missed out on ten years of good T.V. and this is all you can offer? ''

#( also pls be aware ronnie deffo has one of those cats that looks like adam driver so that guy is gonna make an appearance at some point )#* interactions| ft. axel desravins. )

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spine-buster · 10 months ago

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So High School ft. Adam Cole | Chapter 1

“Austin, babe, do you want your eggs scrambled or sunny-side up?” Violet called out from the kitchen as she stood in front of the stove, drizzling some olive oil into a pan.

“Scrambled!”

She walked over to the fridge and took out four eggs and milk, cracking them all open in a small bowl before whisking them together simply with a fork. She began to smell the hashbrowns in the oven and almost couldn’t wait for their delicious crispiness and crunch. The mundane activity of making breakfast for herself and Austin – the cutting of the avocado on top of the hashbrown, the sprinkling of everything but the bagel seasoning on top, the scooping of the scrambled eggs onto the plate after some salt and a final mix with the spatula – wasn’t anything special. But it was one of her favourite things to do. The simplicity of it was what made it so special. She’d done it countless times before, but never got tired of it.

Soon enough, she heard Austin make his way towards the kitchen – heard, because it wasn’t just Austin. It was Austin and his boot and crutches, having worn them for weeks now. The freak accident was still haunting him, the surgery necessary to fix his ankle still lingering within them because it was all still visible. “Smells delicious, babe,” he said, stopping momentarily.

“Go sit,” she offered, scooping the last of the eggs as she heard him walk again. “Two sugars for your coffee?”

“Uhhh, one I think.” He was trying to watch his intake since he wasn’t working out at all due to his condition.

Her head raised to look at him. So did her eyebrow. She gave him a look and he looked back at her. “Two,” she smirked, in a tone that told him to stop lying.

She knew him better than he knew himself. Who was he to think he could really get away with saying just one sugar in his coffee when he knew, she knew, everybody knew that he took two? He smiled, chuckling slightly. “Two.”

He sat at the table with his crutches leaning against it. With everything set, Violet finally took her seat. Before she could even grab her fork, she could feel Austin grab her forearm. “C’mere,” he said, leaning in slightly. He gave her a peck, but let his lips linger before giving her another kiss. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled.

“Thank you for what you do for me.”

Austin had been saying that a lot lately. Ever since he got his really bad concussion, and it was a huge question as to whether he’d ever make it back to normal, let alone make it back to wrestling. He’d said it a lot throughout the years too, more so when he was injured, but other times when life was ‘normal’, too. “I’ll do it till the end of time, Austin. You know that.”

***

Austin hadn’t gotten on the bus to school the next day. Then, the weekend meant that Violet hadn’t seen him for a further two days. All she could think about was their last interaction, and whether she had offended him by her comment. She honestly didn’t mean anything by it at all, and now he probably hated her even though he had saved her from that creep.

She was impatient the second she took her regular seat on the bus, wanting the bus driver to speed down the street so he could get to Austin’s stop quicker. When he finally did, she felt herself stop breathing as she saw Austin come on the bus. They made quick eye contact before he averted his eyes and slipped into his usual spot, a two-seater, sitting in the inner seat against the window.

Okay, so now he was just going to ignore her? Not a chance.

Once the bus started moving again, she got up from her seat and made her way towards him. She clung on to the bus poles along the way before sitting dramatically beside him. He looked at her as if he’d seen a ghost. “Did I offend you on Thursday?” she asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Last week, after the creepy guy,” she apparently had to remind him. “I made that comment about Lancaster West not having AP World History because then you’d know who Robespierre was. I was just trying to be funny. But then you just, like, left.”

Austin’s jaw dropped and closed, dropped and closed, not know what to say. To her. “I—”

“It was an accident if I did, I swear,” Violet said. “Like, I didn’t mean to—”

“—I honestly thought you had to study,” he blurted out. “You didn’t offend me at all. I just thought you’d want to study. You read sometimes when you’re on here, I thought maybe you’d want to get back to that.”

Violet took a few breaths to digest his words. “So I didn’t offend you.”

“Not a chance.”

“Then where were you on Friday? Why did you avoid the bus?”

“My friend’s dad drove us in because we had to go to Philly right after school.”

She felt a bit stupid. “Oh,” she blurted out. She stayed silent, and so did he, looking at each other, then at their hands, then at the floor a few times before finally she got the courage to speak again. “I just don’t want you to think I’m stuck up because I go to St. Anne’s or anything.”

Austin immediately shook his head, his hair moving along with it. “I don’t think that.”

Silence again. Awkward teenagers. What else was going to happen between two sixteen year olds? The hum of the bus was the only noise between them. “Thanks again for Thursday, by the way,” Violet’s voice was close to a whisper.

“It’s no problem. Does that happen often?”

She shook her head. “Not on the bus. Just when I’m, like, walking anywhere or something. Like if I’m ever out a shop in Lancaster I can see the stares. We all can. Us St. Anne’s girls, I mean. When I was a freshman there was a car full of seniors from Lancaster West catcalling me.”

Austin grimaced. “Ew. On behalf of Lancaster West, I’m sorry. There’s always a group of idiots in every grade who think that sort of stuff is okay. Because you guys have to wear that uniform.”

It was time for Violet to furrow her brows. “It’s not like we exist in a different world, you know,” she said, looking down, slightly self-conscious suddenly as she smoothed down the tartan fabric of her kilt. “We’re just girls.”

Even as an awkward teenager, he knew there was more weight to those words than just their surface level meanings. He felt almost bad for her having to go through that, despite not even knowing her. Well, he knew her name now. He guessed that was a start.

They stayed silent the rest of the bus ride into Lancaster. There was nothing left to say.

When they got off the bus, Austin began walking as he usually did down the sidewalk towards Lancaster West High. Violet followed behind him, again standing continued on to St. Anne’s Academy. But before she did, once again, she stood on the sidewalk, watching him as he walked in, all before making her own way towards St. Anne’s.

***

“Take a look at this,” the doctor said as he came back into the room with the x-rays before putting them up on the backlight for Austin and Violet to see. “This is your ankle, Mr. Jenkins. It’s healing, but it’s not healing properly. You see this, right here?” he asked, pointing to a specific area and dragging his finger along it. Austin nodded. It was very clear that there was a break. “These are the places where your fracture is. This is where the plate and screws are going.” Austin winced at the mention of plates and screws. He was already in so much pain, probably the worst pain of his career, and that was saying something considering some of the injuries he’d endured, considering what he had just endured with his concussion. Though the screws and plate was going to be better for him in the long run, it was going to make the pain even worse. “How many, again?”

“Eight screws. All along here,” the doctor began tapping one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times showing where all the screws would go, “and the plate, right alone here to stabilize the bone.”

Austin nodded silently. “When’s the surgery?”

“October 5th, being performed by yours truly.”

After the appointment was over and they signed the necessary forms, Austin and Violet made their way back to their car. Once she helped him settle into the passenger seat, Violet slipped into the driver’s seat and buckled her seatbelt. When she started the car and looked over at Austin, he was already looking out the window sombrely. “It’s going to be okay, Austin,” she decided to say, hoping it would bring him some comfort.

He didn’t respond.

When they arrived back to their house, she helped him out of the car. Austin hated having to see her do that for him. It made him angry to think of what she was putting her body through physically to help him just because of a freak accident. Angry that it wasn’t better. Angry that he had put them into this situation in the first place. Angry that he just had to jump off that ramp.

Violet got a text from Kyle as she was filling their blender with frozen fruits and veggies for a smoothie.

how’d the doctor’s appt go?

He hasn’t had a good few days, Kyle. I’m worried.

***

Another day, another bus ride. Another day, another instance where something had been bothering Violet and she had to go to the bottom of it. She watched as the Austin boy made his way onto the bus, watched him after they made eye contact and he slipped into his regular seat, watched as he clutched his backpack in his arms, seemingly digging through it for something.

She didn’t wait. She pounced.

Her speed even frightened her. She sat next to him with a loud thump. “I’m starting to think you’re lying to me.”

“What?”

“I must have offended you by accident but you’re too nice to say anything.”

“Huh?”

She wished he had more words. “Why do you always, like, run away from me?”

“What do you mean?”

She held the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t think he was stupid, but she did think he was being deliberately obtuse. “When we get off the bus. You just, like, ignore me. As if we didn’t just sit beside each other for 30 minutes. What’s the deal?”

“I—I—I don’t know,” he stuttered out. It was almost as if he feared her, but she knew that couldn’t be the case. There was absolutely nothing scary about her. “I just—we—we’re not friends.”

“Well…can’t we be friends?”

Austin was shocked hearing those words. She wanted to be friends? Friends? The girl who went to St. Anne’s Academy and the boy who went to Lancaster West High? “You want to be friends?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked rhetorically, not giving him an opportunity to reply. “We live in the same town. We’re going to schools literally down the street from each other. We’ve been taking the bus together for two years already and we’re going to be taking this bus together for the next two, too. We may as well make it worthwhile. I mean, you don’t still think girls have cooties or something, do you?”

He snorted and smiled. Her confidence was something to admire. He liked that she was bold. “Definitely not.”

She liked his smile. His eyes crinkled and it showed his dimples. “Well then it’s set,” she said assertively, raising her hand between their bodies. “Violet Schwarzkopf.”

Her hands were soft. He would remember that. “Austin Jenkins.”

#adam cole #adam cole fic #adam cole fan fic #adam cole fanfic #adam cole imagine #aew #aew fic #aew fan fic #aew fanfic #aew imagine #wwe #wwe fic #wwe fan fic #wwe fanfic #wwe imagine #so high school series

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My Favorite 2023 Fanfics

Instead of posting a master list of the fics I published in 2023, I'm just going to give you some of my favorites.

Knock on Wood (Kristanna, T)

“So, like, I’m not really a superstitious guy or anything, you know? But I saw this girl, right, and I’m about to ask her to dance.” He strummed a few times before stopping the strings with his hand and knocking three times on his guitar. “I don’t know, I figure every little bit helps. Couldn't hurt anyway.” A few people clapped and whistled as he strummed the opening to a song Anna hadn’t heard before. Then he smiled. “Maybe y’all can 'Knock on Wood' for me, too.”

I wrote this one for the FHWM Friday the 13th event. It was really fun because I got to set it in a time and place that is near and dear to my heart and I haven't seen many similar AUs. It's also a song fic, and I just had so much fun with it.

Pretty Please (Kristanna, E)

“Show me how bad you want it, Kristoff. Show me how bad you want me to spank you.” “You think I only want to sink my tongue into your $!@# so you’ll spank me?” His smile made her heart flutter as much as his words, but she tested him anyway. “Pretty men say pretty please.’” “You think I’m pretty?” he asked, each word punctuated by a sloppy, wet kiss on her thigh, "when I wear my lace panties?" When she didn't answer, he looked at her with lifted brows and puppy dog eyes. She cupped his cheeks and said, “You're not pretty, Kristoff; you're very pretty."

I wrote this one for the BDSM Exchange. It's not for everyone, but it's probably my favorite fic I've ever written (of all time).

Waffle Waltz (Kristanna, T)

Anna travels to Tromsø, Norway to attend her sister Elsa's wedding, and ends up renting a room with Bulda and her grumpy and resentful son Kristoff, who is the king of waffles. 1. Waffle, Noun: (1) A soft indented cake cooked in waffle iron; (2) Empty or pretentious words 2. Waffle, Verb: (1) Equivocate, vacillate; (2) To blather

This was for the Candy Hearts Exchange. It involved a ton of research and drew on my own knowledge of/experience with folk music and dance, and I consider it to be one of the best (quality-wise) fics I've ever written. I also really love the fun relationship between Anna & Hans.

Hey, Little Girl (Kristanna, E)

Loner Kristoff gets hired by cheerleader Anna’s parents to teach her how to drive because they’ve lost all patience with her. She isn’t what he expects, though, and when he realizes the feelings he’s been harboring for years are reciprocated, he lets down his guard. Then one thing leads to another... and quite possibly the hugest mistake of their lives.

This started as a driver's ed lesson and ended with a prom for Kristanna School Days. In between, I wrote Kristoff probably the most conflicted and tormented I've ever written him (other than Sophisticated Grace). And it was all set to songs by the Ramones! It really has it all, fluff, angst, high school drama, teen pregnancy, first times. Also some of the OCs were really cool.

The Chaise (Gaston x Adam, E)

Adam debates buying a small chaise longue at his local antique shop until he finds out it comes with an extra large delivery man.

I wrote this for my a friend, and TBH I'm still completely tickled by it. Adam seduced Gaston through flattery and it was just so much fun to write!

The Moment I Bit My Lip (Kristanna, E)

Anna shivered as she packed her suitcase. It was winter, the furnace was broken, and they’d run out of firewood. And Kristoff had run out of time. Based on "Love Me Harder" by Ariana Grande ft. The Weeknd

This was a reader request. It was a huge challenge because I tend to write more female-dominant stuff and the song lyrics screamed Kristanna, but at the same time didn't really fit with the kinds of things I usually write. So I had to get a little creative and I absolutely love that. Anyway, I came up with one of the coolest AUs I've written and I absolutely adore this piece.

Boom, Clap! (Kristanna, E)

A sharp pain sears across Kristoff’s face from the force of Anna’s hand slapping him to the present. Stars twinkle just inside his field of vision as he rubs his cheek, and his heart beats faster in excitement. He hasn’t felt this good in years. Until an irate voice says, “What the fuck?” Anna stands in front of him, angrier than ever, and he smiles a little more. “You think that’s funny?” she asks. The correct answer is no, of course, but the right answer is that he’s elated. He looks down to hide the smile he couldn’t make go away. That’s when he sees his brace and remembers his injured leg. The only pain he feels, though, is on his cheek. “I had it handled,” she says and shows him the red rhinestone-encrusted mace attached to her keychain, which her thumb sits on top of. He grins, and says, more bravely than he would have had he not been floating on Cloud 9, “Or you could just slap me again.” Her red lips slowly curve into a cat-like smile. She folds her arms and coolly leans against the wall. Her eyes glitter with mischief, and she purrs, “Well, now you’ve got my attention.”

I wrote this for Smut Week, but it's so much bigger than that. It was a monumental task writing about Kristoff, a war-injured vet, and Anna, the woman that uses pain to take away his pain, but so rewarding as their relationship turned into something so much bigger than h/c for them. It's two people bringing out the absolute best in each other, Kristoff healing in a way he never thought he could, and discovering that he was worthy of giving and accepting love. It's one of the most meaningful things I've written.

Rain Check (Kristanna, E)

Newly divorced Anna goes for a walk to work off some pent-up energy, but gets derailed by rain, a good Samaritan’s garage, and some really great D.

Another Smut Week fic, a follow-up to a cute little one-shot I wrote for myself last year (Future's So Bright, T) and wanted more of. I really love the way Anna and KB love each other. And Anna really goes for what she wants, but ultimately chooses herself and what she needs. I like this AU so much that I did a follow-up fic (Here Comes the Sun, E) and I'm also planning a 30+ multi-chap fic tentatively titled "And If I Change My Mind" to be published hopefully in the next few months.

Valentine Bear (Rydoff, T)

Kristoff gets some unexpected help setting up the Peeps Valentine's Day display at Weselton's Grocery Store when Anna, the assistant manager--and Kristoff's best friend--assigns Ryder to assist. Will Anna's Cupid's arrow strike Kristoff's heart? Or will it knock him down, along with his display?

I had this idea of Kristoff playing with Peeps and using his fake voice to talk for them. Who else talks for Peeps? Ryder of course! It's such a fun concept and I loved writing for them so much that I wrote a short multi-chap sequel (Mint Jelly and Onion Jam). Oh, and I got to explore Anna & Kristoff as adorable best friends and Anna/Hans (Alive and Burning Brighter), also a first!

Behind Adjoined Doors (Kristanna, E)

After seeing her recently engaged ex at her cousin's wedding, Anna sneaks through the adjoining door of her hotel room to have meaningless sex with Kristoff - because it’s not possible to fall for someone you can’t stand, right?

I wrote this one for Smut Week and it still tickles me. Cocky Kristoff is just so... he's a bro. Sort of. At least it seems like he is. And Anna has to open her eyes (and her legs) to see the diamond in the rough hiding right next door.

What's up for 2023? I'm working on a Kristanna Valentine's Day fic (short multi-chap), finishing up All Tied Up and Head Over Feet. Chugging along with The Refugees, and my new upcoming long fic "And If I Change My Mind," set in the Bandana AU.

#frozen #kristanna #master fic list

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amphtaminedreams · 4 months ago

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Just in Time for Fashion Week: A Retrospective A-Z Ft. RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Haute Couture F/W24, etc. Plus my Top 30 (Part 4)

-clockwise l-r: Samuel Guì Yang RTW S/S25, S.S Daley Men's RTW S/S25, Salon 1884 RTW S/S25, Sandy Liang ", Resort 2025-

-Savannah College of Art and Design RTW F/W24-

-clockwise l-r: Schiaparelli RTW S/S25, Haute Couture F/W24, Sea Resort 2025, Sia Arnika RTW S/S25, Simon Miller Resort 2025, Sea RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Self-Portrait RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Self-Portrait Residency RTW S/S25-

-clockwise l-r: Simkhai RTW S/S25, Simone Rocha ", SIXDO by Do Manh Cuong ", Sinéad O'Dwyer "-

-clockwise l-r: Skall Studio RTW S/S25, Snow Xue Gao ", St.John Resort 2025, Stand Studio "-

-clockwise l-r: Sportmax RTW S/S25, Stein ", Stella McCartney Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-clockwise l-r: Swedish School of Textiles RTW S/S25, Tanner Fletcher ", The Elder Statesman ", Steve O Smith "-

-clockwise l-r: The Attico RTW F/W24, S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Thom Browne Haute Couture F/W24, The Row RTW S/S25, The Garment ", Tibi RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Tom Ford RTW S/S25, Toga ", Tolu Coker "-

-clockwise l-r: Tory Burch RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Ulla Johnson Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Uma Wang RTW S/S25, Undercover ", Vaquera "-

-l-r: Valentino Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-clockwise l-r: Versace RTW S/S25, Vetements ", Vivetta ", Versace Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Victoria Beckham RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Vivienne Westwood RTW S/S25, Viviano "-

-clockwise l-r: Who Decides War RTW S/S25, Yirantian ", Yohji Yamamoto ", Wiederhoeft "-

-l-r: Yuhan Wang RTW S/S25, Zuhair Murad Haute Couture F/W24-

-l-r: Zimmerman RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

The Best of the Year (In No Particular Order)

Soo I'm just gonna do a quick snappy run down here because I wanted to get all these finished in time for the F/W25 shows to start and yet they're on us already! I won't get into anything else about how there are fucking evil men in charge of the world because I'd be here all day! So let's go:-)

-clockwise l-r: Rick Owens RTW S/S25, Loewe ", Christopher Esber ", Atlein ", Jacques Wei ", Ann Demeulemeester "-

1. Rick Owens RTW S/S25, creative dir. ": My thoughts on Rick Owens are that when it's not for me, I find it at best dull and at worst ugly. I know I didn't need to be that harsh, but I'm following up by saying that when I do like Rick Owens, it's incredible and I love it, lol. I really have limited knowledge of Star Wars but this season's looks reminded me of a cunty Star Wars villain. Very Adam Driver, whoever he plays, if his character was a fashion girl, iygm. Gwendoline Christie would look incredible in this stuff.

2. Loewe RTW S/S25, creative dir. Jonathan Anderson: I know it's a controversial opinion but I'm not usually all that impressed by Loewe. Perhaps it's because I'm a basic bitch and I need something at least a little aesthetically pleasing going on. I can do an unusual structure but I need some pretty fabrics or colours or something to balance it out. This year's Loewe filled that brief for me. The cropped leather ponchos are GORGEOUS. I feel like these are the kind of garments high street stores will potentially try and dupe but without this kind of quality, they won't come close.

3. Christopher Esber RTW S/S25, creative dir. ": The best of this collection were the muted Greek goddess-esque pieces and those alone were enough to give Christopher a place on this list.

4. Atlein RTW S/S25, creative dir. Antonin Tron: You could argue that some of what we saw on the runway for Atlein's RTW S/S25 show was a bit pedestrian but you know what, idc! I'd wear the fuck out of it! So much so that I can overlook the blue lip look, which I appreciate the skill it must have took to pull off anyways. The days I tried to make that work for me are ones I am demanding we leave in the past, lmao.

5. Jacques Wei RTW S/S25, creative dir.": Jacques Wei's work is yet another reason I am SO glad that Vogue Runway is finally bloody getting on the Shanghai Fashion Week train. This collection in particular was like a blend of 1920s flapper, nineties detailing and prints, and that delicate yet modern feel I've come to look forward to from the brands which present in Shanghai. what did I do before I was aware of Jacques Wei? Serious question? Wow, wow, wow. I never knew I needed the end result of a rich flapper girl time traveling and rummaging through Courtney Love’s ‘90s wardrobe like this wtf. Finding out that Jacques is a graduate from Paris's Atelier Chardon Savard is no surprise because these are exactly the kind of outfits I picture a Parisian fashion girl wearing in my head. Emily in Paris' stylists, take notes. If they did, then I might actually watch the show.

6. Ann Demeulemeester RTW S/S25, creative dir. Stefano Gallici: Stefano Gallici's take on Ann Demeulemeester is very different from his predecessor's Ludovic de Saint Sernin, which don't get me wrong I adored (still thinking about Hunter Schafer in a RTW F/W23 piece on the red carpet), but I love this too! There were some pieces that were a bit meh but on the whole, the nods to all my favourite periods of fashion were on show. '70s bohemian rock AND the '90s redux of those trends with touches of the era's standard protocol grunge look too results in a collection which for the most part, ticks of all the boxes in my mental style criteria checklist.

-clockwise l-r: The Attico RTW S/S25, Etro ", Ermanno Scervino ", Prada "-

7. The Attico RTW S/S25, creative dir. Gilda Ambrosio & Giorgia Tordini: I have loved The Attico for years and to see Gilda & Giorgia finally get to present a collection on the runway feels well deserved. It was so hard to pick just a handful of favourite looks because everything was stunning. The combination of grungy street style inspired techwear with the high glamour of dripping sequins and chainmail à la Versace/Rabanne closing looks was everything to me<3

8. Etro RTW S/S25, creative dir. Marco De Vincenzo: Marco De Vincenzo is doing an incredible job at maintaining the standard I've come to expect from Etro which remains one of my longtime favourites and at this point, probably will do til the end of time. The brand's cohesive, recognisable aesthetic continues to be an amazing source of outfit inspiration the likes of which you don't get even from the street style of celebrities who throw $$$ at stylists to curate the casual bohemian vibe. Don't get me wrong, there's a tonne of girls on Pinterest and Instagram who do an amazing job. I know people have strong opinions on Florence Given but she's the first big name that comes to mind. In terms of public figures who have MONEY! money though, what's stopping you from dressing like this?

9. Ermanno Scervino RTW S/S25, creative dir. Ermanno Daelli: Ermanno Scervino's collections are like the dainty younger sister to Etro's. Like the Elle Fanning to Dakota. Whom I just found out by the way is the same age as me. An incredibly humbling fact considering she's out there wearing Alessandro Michele's Valentino on the red carpet and I'm...here...writing this...I suppose that is where talent gets you and my reserves are unfortunately limited. If Alessandro Michele ever wants to do an act of charity, my porch door is open and waiting for a delivery:-)

10. Prada RTW S/S25, creative dir(s). Miuccia Prada & Raf Simons: I usually feel such a disconnect with Prada where it's like everyone else is seeing something completely different to me. It's pretty widely beloved and positioned as the pinnacle of "edgy" designer fashion, but it's always seemed a bit too "safe" imo. I finally kinda get it though! This collection and the F/W24 collection, in hindsight, have both lived up to the brand's reputation. Call me a convert.

-clockwise l-r: Nensi Dojaka RTW S/S25, Grace Ling ", Sandy Liang ", Oude Waag "-

11. Nensi Dojaka RTW F/W25, creative dir.": Nensi's designs make me so happy to be a woman<3 I think it would be impossible not to feel like a goddess in one of her pieces.

12. Grace Ling RTW F/W25, creative dir.": Not dissimilar to Nensi Dojaka's work, Grace's expertly channels an otherworldly kind of femininity. But instead of drawing from a mythological past, Grace’s collection has a more futuristic feel. Less mythological siren, more a space age one, iygm??? Like alien queen type shit!

13. Sandy Liang RTW F/W25, creative dir.": The hype around this Sandy collection really lives up to those early collections of hers that I adored. Like this is a progression of the Liang aesthetic I'm on board with: simple, subtle elegance with a bit of a retro feel. Sandy's been on a Miu Miu trajectory for me since she debuted at fashion week, so unfortunately if the pattern serves me right, I expect to be underwhelmed next season. I waver between love and disappointment. With one collection, I completely understand why she is the fashion darling of the 2020s and the next, I'm just not feeling it. So with this being a high, I anticipate a low next time round. Not to shit on her as a designer, because she is OBVIOUSLY miles ahead of anything I could possibly ever hope to achieve, but I feel like there's a slight inconsistency when it comes to her stuff hitting my style sweet spot. It always seems to hit just right for everyone else, it's just me! So yeah. I'm going to show all my love for this collection whilst I can. This is not me being pessimistic, it’s just realism. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst is life’s cheat code for avoiding disappointment, didn’t u know!!! ;-)

14. Oude Waag RTW F/W25, creative dir. Jingwei Yin: Living in London myself, I'm a habitual hater of Central Saint Martin's students, and look ifykyk, they are a consistently pretentious bunch. They are the tyrants of the Tate Modern. But then again, when the place is constantly churning out designers like Jingwei Yin, I kind of understand why. SO much incredible fashion comes out of that place, and Jingwei's brand Oude Waag is no exception to that rule. I absolutely fucking adore this collection, and its gothic take on ethereal, futuristic glamour. Like I said, this top 30 isn't necessarily in order of preference, but if it was, this showcase of excellence would absolutely be in my top 5.

-clockwise l-r: Chloé RTW S/S25, Mugler ", DOMINNICO ", Viviano "-

15. Chloé RTW F/W25, creative dir. Chemena Kamali: everything I see from Chloé since Chemena Kamali took over continues to cement the brand as one of my new favourites. Soooo fucking good, lord!!! I want EVERYTHING from these last few collections in my wardrobe fr. Plus with Chemena being another Central Saint Martins graduate, I feel like her talent is yet another reason I need to try and work through my bias again their students, lo.

16. Mugler RTW F/W25, creative dir. Casey Cadwallader: Mugler on my favourites list? What’s new. It’s not up there with my all-time favourite Mugler collections by any stretch but it’s still got everything I love about the brand going on.

17. DOMINNICO RTW F/W25, creative dir. Domingo Rodríguez Lázaro: Dominnico has done it for me once again. Is it the highest of high fashion brands out there? Probably not. But seriously, it’s criminal that there aren’t any pop girl groups dominating out there right now because this is the kind of collection that would be absolutely perfect for some arena choreo. The pieces taken individually could easily be dressed down too. There’s so many influences going on in this collection, from Manga superheroine, to nascar edition bratz doll and American football style athleisure which I know sounds disastrous on paper but in reality is so hot!!! I am excited to see where Domminico goes from here.

18. Viviano RTW F/W25, creative dir. Viviano Sue: This season’s Viviano reminded me of a lot of other brands; like somehow Molly Goddard, Bora Aksu, Vivetta, Rodarte, Rave Review, Cecilie Bahnsen, & Marques’Almeida all got together to pull off a scientific miracle (some serious high tech fertility clinic must exist out there ) and their baby is Viviano RTW F/W25. Gorgeousss!

-clockwise l-r: Alexander McQueen RTW S/S25, Valentino ", Zimmerman ", Resort 2025-

19. Alexander McQueen RTW F/W25, creative dir. Seán McGirr: Yet another CSM graduate, I have to give McGirr his flowers here because this is the first Alexander McQueen collection I've really loved since he took over from Sarah Burton and it reminds me of her work a lot. SoOoO PRETTY!

20. Valentino RTW F/W 25, creative dir. Alesandro Michele: Is Alessandro's Valetino basically Gucci 2.0? Do I care? Not at all. The fact that Valentino has always been known for elegance gives Alessandro an excuse to go full ethereal glamour with every single look, the likes of which he'd usually save for the end of a Gucci show. I hope this man stays relevant forever because there's nobody doing it like him.

21. Zimmerman RTW F/W25, creative dir(s). Nicky & Simone Zimmerman: Assume Zimmerman is always going to be on these lists unless I say otherwise at this point, lol.

22. Zimmerman Resort 2025, creative dir(s).": Zimmerman's Resort collection was just as magnificent as their RTW F/W25 offering, so the brand taking up 2 spaces on my list is no surprise.

-clockwise l-r: Namilia RTW S/S25, KNWLS ", Bora Aksu ", Mark Gong "-

23. Namilia RTW F/W25, creative dir. Shayne Oliver: Though it’s not quite on par with the excellence we saw under Nicola Brognano’s tenure at Blumarine, the Namilia RTW S/S25 collection is the closest we got to filling the void he left in the interim between his departure and David Koma's takeover, following that disastrous but well-intended effort by Walter Chiapponi. What a GREAT choice btw. Blumarine is thankfully back on track now Koma's taken over; it is SUCH a relief the brand's higher ups listened to the resounding disappointment expressed by fans in response to the unrecognisable RTW F/W24 collection. Now David Koma's been named Chiapponi's successor, I imagine Blumarine's only gonna go onwards and upwards from here. Though Namilia has yet to quite reach the levels of greatness we saw under Brognano's tenure at Blumarine, a meticulously crafted take on Y2K sleaze complemented by a range of thematic aspects emerging from a revolving door of gothic fantastical mystique (think back to the apocalyptic siren aesthetic courtesy of the RTW F/W23 collection and the rock and roll mermaid vibes of RTW S/S23), Shayne Oliver's approach is not too dissimilar. I’m getting off track here, this was not intended to be an obituary to old Blumarine. It’s in praise of Namilia who to a certain extent have succeeded in capturing the spirit of Brognano's work. Ed Hardy is up there with Juicy Couture & Von Dutch when it comes to y2k sleaze, and the pairing of the brand with a range of faux leather, chaps, fur and latex pieces worthy of a part-time dominatrix, full-time front rider of a motorcycle gang seemed like a chaotic nod to the Blumarine vision of recent years, albeit a nod which still represents a work in progress. I really don’t think Namilia is on Blumarine’s level but it would be unfair to knock the former for the sake of comparing a latter because we’re talking about two brands with a massive discrepancy in capital and customer base. But if Namilia grows as a brand, it has the potential to rival what I imagine Blumarine will once again be with David as creative director.

24. KNWLS RTW F/W25, creative dir(s). Charlotte Knowles and Alexandre Arsenault: Yet more evidence that I owe an apology to Central Saint Martins' students for giving us KNWLS.

25. Bora Aksu RTW F/W25, creative dir.": With the revelation that Bora Aksu is yet another graduate of CSM, this post may as well be "Lauren getting humbled", BUT anyways, I loved this collection. It reminds me a lot of the Simone Rocha aesthetic I was so mesmerised by, in the sense that I feel Bora took the blueprint of the “ladylike” ideals of the early 20th century and all its fabrics and silhouettes and whimsy and said fuck that and shoved that ideal down the rabbit hole, Mia Wakiowska in Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland style. Big fan:-)

26. Mark Gong RTW F/W25, creative dir.": One word: perfection!

-clockwise l-r: Gabriela Hearst RTW S/S25, Miu Miu ", David Koma ", Rokh "-

27. Gabriela Hearst RTW S/S25, creative dir.": Gabriela leaving Chloé was honestly the best outcome for her as a designer. Firstly, not only has her own brand come into her own as an individual with the result being that her collections are stronger than ever, but secondly, Chemena's vision for Chloé is one of leaning fully into the bohemian dream in all it’s glory, which Gabriela always seemed hesitant to do. Probably because as we can see from her solo endeavour, she likes to take things in a more minimalist, rustic direction. It really, really works for her; with her full attention presumably being on what she puts out there as a solo creator, it appears to have given her room to truly flourish and take her brand in a direction that seems more self-assured in its image than ever.

28. Miu Miu RTW S/S25, creative dir. Miuccia Prada: Miuccia Prada was really on a roll here, what with her collaboration with Raf Simons for Prada, and the direction she took with the Miu Miu S/S25 collection being real stand outs for me. Seriously, something must have been in the air when the S/S25 design process was taking place because just like Sandy Liang, Miu Miu ticked all the right boxes for me this time round. Whether I agree on Miu's Miu's greatness is an opinion I go back and forth on all the time, not without much guilty and questioning of my own taste that is, especially because it's consistently every other fashion girlie's wet dream. Don't get me wrong, on the level of the individual garments, Miuccia's impact is insane. There have been so many specific pieces over the last few years that I've adored; for one, she's responsible for the revival of the ultra-mini skirt which I owned many a dupe of myself (before I gained weight and became pathologically fixated on my ballooning legs which just to be clear is a reflection of me and my crippling body dysmorphia rather than any statement about who should and shouldn't wear these kinds of things!!!!). BUT, with that being said, I haven't particularly connected with any of the collections as a whole in quite some time despite Miu Miu being one of my favourites when I first got into unattainable fashion, lol. This season, I felt the love again! In particular, those belts!! Seems like a random detail to get caught up on but I adore them.

29. David Roma RTW S/S25, creative dir.": David Koma's S/S25 collection making it onto my list isn't at all shocking because he does practically every time. Considering the fact I just found out that he ALSO has been responsible for the last few Diesel collections the last few years, paired with his new role as the creative director at Blumarine, I am even more in awe of this man's talent. He never misses. I really can't imagine anyone better to take over the job of creative director at Blumarine, tbh. Maybe Ludovic San Sernin but not at the cost of David Koma, to be clear! I just think a creative partnership between those two would be one for the ages.

30. Rokh RTW S/S25, creative dir. Rok Twang: If you needed further evidence that there's absolutely no rhyme or reason to the order of this top 30 list, take the fact that I've put Rokh's S/S25 show last. It's probs my no.1 of the lot. Anddd he's yet another CSM graduate, which pretty much concludes my journey to admitting that maybe I'll allow those students a little pretentiousness because with the institute's output, they're kinda entitled to it. Until they congregate right in front of every. single. fucking. piece. of artwork I'm trying to get a glimpse of in London which will probs put me right back to square one in my bias against them, lol. Another thing, I’m not one to believe in the universe being some kind of sentient entity but based on the way it immediately gets busy the second I say the store is quiet at work, note that I’m knocking on as I write this: Rok Hwang would also make an ideal consultant at Blumarine. Remember RTW S/S21?? That's the dash of witchiness the pairing of David Koma and Ludovic de Saint Sernin would need to take Blumarine back to its former greatness. I don't think anyone could do what Brognano did in isolation but if there's any trio that would be fit to reach those heights again, it's David, Ludovic and Ron for sure. Rok can join JUST as a consultant though. I say this because if someone else had to take over Rokh completely in his absence it would a loss for the culture. The worst thing to happen in the fashion world since Alessandro left Gucci for Valentino, or before we thought he wasn’t going to continue doing the exact same thing at Valentino he was doing at Gucci, lol, which btw I have absolutely no ill will towards him for. I was never that big a fan of Valentino anyway so it was a worthy sacrifice, as much as many will consider that statement to blasphemy. I said what I said!!

Anyways, that's it for now! I want to keep my into & outtro short and snappy so I can stay on track with covering the RTW F/W25 and Haute Couture S/S25 shows as they happen.

So hope anyone reading is well in spite of the shitshow that the world is swiftly becoming these days and as soon as my degree is done (5 weeks left, wtf!) I will be back with a proper recap of the last couple of years of fashion, entertainment and thoughts if anyone is remotely interested, lmao!

As always, please feel free to DM me if you need someone to chat to:)

Lauren x

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