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cheftsunoda · 1 month ago

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wait, what? — ih6

smau + real life

lewis hamilton x !daughter reader

isack hadjar x !model hamilton reader

Isack grew up idolizing Lewis Hamilton — posters on the wall, interviews memorized, the whole deal. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment he unknowingly asked out his daughter. One minute, he’s shooting his shot… the next, he’s dating a Hamilton.

fc : halima saadiyah

not proofread — still trying to brainstorm ideas for new series— send me any requests!

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whotfisnaya

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whotfisnaya : can’t talk rn doing hot girl shit

(also ferrari get your shit together or so help me god😁🔪)

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kikagomes : my gf lover angel gave me flowers when i landed this morning 💘💋🤩🥹

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whotfisnaya : take notes pear, this is why she is mine

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pierregasly : I lost her to you a long time ago..i just quit fighting

username00 : don’t feel bad pierre, it’s just part of the hamilton charm

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lewishamilton: Bub. What did we say about threatening the new team already? At least give them a full season.

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whotfisnaya : my patience is out. i choose violence.

lewishamilton : I will not be making any further comments on that. You look beautiful, princess! Miss you.

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whotfisnaya : thank you fatherrrr💘 see you this weekend!

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charles_leclerc : welcome to the ferrari family, naya!

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whotfisnaya : idk how you’ve made it this long leclerc…i would’ve crashed out and burnt everything to the ground like 3 years ago

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charles_leclerc : I’ve thought about it…but i just keep going back

whotfisnaya : stockholm syndrome. ferrari free my man from these chains

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georgerussell63 : only 6 races into the season and I already miss you (somehow)

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whotfisnaya : you try so hard to act like you don’t love me but i think you cried harder about me leaving than you did about dad

lewishamilton : can confirm

whotfisnaya : tell big man toto to be prepared because i am coming over next race

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georgerussell63 : mario kart?

whotfisnaya : sigh. yes GR

carlossainz55 : psssst. it doesn’t get any better naya

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whotfisnaya : im glad you’re free my friend

whotfisnaya : gonna start some mid season contract negotiations for him — im tired

whotfisnaya : WHO WANTS 8 (🖕🏻) TIME WORLD CHAMPION LEWIS HAMILTON ON THEIR TEAM

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lewishamilton : naya honey there is a reason I have professionals do this

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There’s something about the Ferrari red that still doesn’t feel real. I’ve spent most of my life watching my dad win in silver, black, even turquoise—but red? It still throws me.

Still, I can’t lie… he wears it well.

I stroll into the paddock, dodging cameras and a few fans with sharp eyes. Sunglasses on, credentials tucked into my jacket, I keep my pace casual. Familiar.

“Look who decided to show up,” Dad calls before I even reach the Ferrari garage. He’s leaning against the wall in his race suit, arms folded, exuding the exact same energy he’s always had before lights out—calm, confident, and just a little smug.

“Didn’t want to miss my favorite guy in red,” I say, stepping in for a quick hug. He pressed a kiss to my temple.

Charles appears beside him, grinning as always. “You mean me, right?”

“You’re definitely top three,” I tease. We share a hug.

We fall into easy conversation—something about tire strategy, Charles’ espresso addiction, and how dad had to clear things with Ferrari after my recent…comments online.

It’s comfortable here. Familiar. But after a while, I shift my weight and check the time.

“I’m gonna go find Ollie,” I say, casually, but I see the way Dad lifts an eyebrow.

“Just friends,” I remind him before he can say anything.

“I didn’t say a word,” he replies with a smirk.

Charles, of course, does. “That’s not what your dad’s face says.”

I roll my eyes and walk backward toward the exit. “You two need new hobbies.”

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The Haas garage is less polished than Ferrari’s—more wires, more noise, more energy. It feels alive.

Ollie spots me right away, lifting his helmet slightly and grinning. “You’re late.”

“You’re early,” I shoot back.

We fist-bump and fall into step, walking along the edge of the garage. “We’re still on for that sim day next week?” he asks.

“Obviously.”

As we walk, someone else joins us— shorter than Ollie, dark curls, relaxed smile.

“Oh—Naya, this is Isack. Isack, Naya.”

I offer a small smile. “Hi.”

Isack returns it, maybe a little too quickly. “Hey. Uh… sorry, are you new to the paddock?”

Ollie snorts. “You could say that.”

I shrug. “I’ve been around a while.”

He holds out a hand. “Well, it’s cool to meet you. Are you, like… press or PR or something?”

I shake his hand, biting back a grin. “Something like that.”

Ollie coughs pointedly but doesn’t say more. I shoot him a look—don’t you dare ruin this.

Isack turns slightly red, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re probably used to being around all this, huh?”

“Yeah,” I say, eyes flicking back toward the sea of red where my dad is doing media interviews. “You could say it runs in the family.”

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I didn’t mean to hang around the garage that long. Really, I didn’t. But somehow, after Ollie wandered off to a briefing, I was still there—leaning against a pit wall, sipping on a bottle of water, chatting with Isack like we’d known each other longer than just a few hours.

He was easy to talk to. Surprisingly easy. Funny in a quiet way. Charming in a not trying too hard kind of way.

“So, you’re not press. You’re not PR. But you are paddock fluent,” he says, leaning on the wall next to me, arms crossed.

I smirk. “Observant.”

“And you won’t tell me what you actually do?”

“I like mystery.”

He laughs. “Alright, Miss Mystery. You coming to the after-party tonight?”

I tilt my head. “Depends. Are you going?”

“I might now,” he says, eyes glinting. “If I knew someone cool would be there.”

My smile softens, but I keep my voice even. “I’ll think about it.”

He pauses for a beat, and I can feel the shift—the way his tone gets just a little more serious, like he’s testing the water.

“Okay, real question,” he says. “Do you want to get coffee sometime? Like, not here. Somewhere… quieter. Just us.”

For a second, I just blink at him. He still doesn’t know. Still doesn’t realize who I am.

And it’s kind of… nice.

“Are you asking me out, Isack Hadjar?” I ask, folding my arms with a playful smile.

He grins, a little sheepish. “I think I am, yeah.”

I pretend to consider it, tapping my chin. “Hmm… you’re cute. And bold. I respect that.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Maybe,” I say, letting the word hang. “But only if you promise not to freak out when you find out who I am.”

His smile falters, just a little. “Should I be scared?”

I grin. “Terrified.”

Just then, I hear someone call my name—one of the Ferrari PR girls, waving me over.

“Duty calls,” I say, stepping back.

He watches me go with a slight frown. “Wait, are you actually someone famous or—?”

I shoot him a wink over my shoulder. “You’ll figure it out.”

Lando and Max stood next to Ollie and the rest of the rookies who were watching intently.

“He doesn’t have a clue who she is, does he?” Max asked with a smirk present on his face.

“Nope.” Ollie said with a chuckle.

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whotfisnaya

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whotfisnaya : i was told no more threatening ferrari so idrk what to caption this paddock dump

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charles_leclerc : out of all the pictures you chose THAT one naya

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whotfisnaya : that’s what you get for stealing my phone charles

scuderiaferrari: thank you naya. we appreciate you for trying

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whotfisnaya: id appreciate you guys trying some actual strategy

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username00 : NAYA😭

isackhadjar : so nice to meet you today, naya!

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whotfisnaya : nice to meet you love!!

olliebearman : and to think you tried to tell me the ears weren’t a fashion statement

olliebearman : i look GOODt

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whotfisnaya : bitch u look good with a t at the end…or whatever tf saweetie said

georgerussell63 : half of our mario kart time was taken up by you and toto gossiping

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whotfisnaya: god forbid a girl and her bestie catch up

whotfisnaya : still gave me enough time to beat your ass

georgerussell63 : i demand a retrial

whotfisnaya : you just want to hang again

georgerussell63 : blah blah details

username7 : her and toto gossiping omg

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lando : does he know yet?

whotfisnaya : girl ur so nosey…and no

olliebearman : get in there isack!!!!

whotfisnaya: hate u 💘

lewishamilton: Hm. Who?

whotfisnaya: I don’t kiss and tell father but you will meet him soon.

lewishamilton : Sigh. I’ll go ask Toto.

whotfisnaya: that man would never spill my secrets, not even to you.

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I wasn’t even nervous. Okay, maybe a little. But it wasn’t like a real date, right? Just coffee. Just… two people getting to know each other, in a quiet café tucked away from the chaos of race weekends. No pit lane, no photographers, no Ollie looking smug in the background. Just me and Isack and some overpriced espresso.

He was already there when I arrived — black hoodie, cap pulled low, sunglasses on like we were undercover spies instead of two mildly recognizable faces. He stood up when he saw me, smile soft and completely unguarded.

“You made it,” he said, sounding almost surprised.

“I said I would,” I replied, sliding into the chair across from him. “Do I strike you as unreliable?”

“Not at all,” he grinned. “Just… cool enough to bail at the last second if something better came up.”

I shrugged. “You’re lucky I like coffee.”

We talked for over an hour. About everything and nothing. He told me about his first karting crash, the fact that he still forgets to pack socks on travel weekends, and how much he actually hates running, no matter what his trainer says. I told him about the cities I’d lived in growing up, my obsession with baking shows, and my ongoing feud with Ferrari’s coffee machine.

(That part almost gave me away. But he didn’t catch it. Not yet.)

At one point, he leaned back, just watching me over the rim of his cup.

“What?” I asked, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

“You’re hard to figure out.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” he said quietly. “Not at all.”

The silence between us was warm, not awkward. Comfortable. Which is probably why I blurted it out before I could overthink it.

“So… I’m having a birthday thing at the end of this month. It’s kind of a mix of family and friends, not a huge party, but you should come.”

He blinked, like I’d just asked him to join me on a trip to the moon. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. Why not?” I took another sip of my coffee and added casually, “You’re fun. I like you.”

He smiled, and it was the kind of smile that didn’t need any clever reply.

“I’d love to come,” he said finally. “What should I wear? Are we talking jeans or, like, red carpet-level fancy?”

I laughed. “Definitely not red carpet. Just… look nice. And maybe be ready for a few surprises.”

His brow furrowed. “What kind of surprises?”

I smirked. “You’ll see.”

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whotfisnaya

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whotfisnaya: life’s been cute or whateva

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lewishamilton: I always thought I spoiled Roscoe the most and then I came back and you had ordered him every vegan item off the menu.

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whotfisnaya : that’s my boy right thurrrr— he asked me for it all and I deliver

lewishamilton : yeah on my credit card

whotfisnaya: duh

georgerussell63 : so honored to be included in a dump alongside your soft launch

whotfisnaya : only added because carms looks so cute

carmenmmundt : love you naya❤️❤️

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georgerussell63 : BETRAYAL

olliebearman : oh so we’ve moved into a soft launch era?

whotfisnaya: I literally should have never taught any of you men that phrase

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isackhadjar

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isackhadjar : lovin’ life

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olliebearman : getting close with the in laws I see?

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olliebearman : who is the lady?!

isackhadjar : nunya

olliebearman: that’s a weird way to spell naya.

whotfisnaya: oliver stop being a menace

yukitsunoda0511 : 🔥🔥

username00 : him having Lewis’ daughter in his likes and his dad comforting him must feel amazing

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lewishamilton

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lewishamilton : Happy birthday to my favorite girl in the world. Watching you grow into the woman you are today has been the greatest privilege of my life. You’re smart, bold, kind, and full of fire — just the way I always hoped you’d be. Keep chasing what sets your soul on fire. I’ll always be in your corner. Love you endlessly.

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olliebearman: ofc the one day isack avoids instagram- sigh. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAYA LOVE YOU

charles_leclerc : happy birthday mini hamilton! can’t wait to celebrate you.

georgerussell63 : to the biggest most lovable menace on the planet— happy birthday!

susie_wolff : Happy Birthday Sweet Girl!

scuderiaferrari : happy birthday naya!! 🎈🎈

mercedesamgf1 : happy birthday naya! we miss you so much!

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The thing about hosting your birthday in Monaco is that there’s always a yacht, always a DJ, and always a guest list full of people who look like they belong in a GQ spread.

Mine wasn’t over-the-top — not by Monaco standards, anyway. Rooftop terrace, ambient lights, too many photographers across the street pretending not to be watching.

I spotted Isack the second he walked in, wearing a button-down that was definitely ironed by someone else and looking very out of place in the best way possible.

He kissed my cheek when he found me. “Happy birthday, Miss Mystery.”

“Glad you came,” I said with a grin. “Feeling brave?”

“Honestly? A little nervous,” he admitted. “I’ve seen three world champions already and I’ve been here five minutes.”

“Mm. You might want to stay nervous.”

I took his hand and pulled him gently toward the center of the terrace, weaving past Red Bull engineers, a retired footballer, and a couple of Ferrari mechanics.

And then—there he was.

Dad, standing by the bar, dressed in a sleek suit and sipping on sparkling water.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to him. “Someone I want you to meet.”

Dad turned, already grinning.

“This is Isack,” I said, as casually as if I were introducing him to my barista. “My boyfriend.”

Isack froze. Completely.

“Isack,” Dad said, offering his hand with a knowing smile. “Good to see you again.”

Again.

Isack blinked. Twice. Looked between us. “Wait. Hold on.”

I tried not to laugh.

“You’re…” He looked at Dad. “You’re her…?”

“Father,” Dad said smoothly. “Did she not mention that?”

“I—no. She definitely didn’t.”

I took a sip of my drink, trying not to smirk. “Felt like it would ruin the surprise.”

Isack turned back to me, eyes wide, voice half a whisper. “You’re Lewis Hamilton’s daughter.”

“Took you long enough.”

Dad clapped him on the shoulder, a little too hard. “Welcome to the family, son.”

Isack looked like he was questioning every life choice he’d ever made. I leaned in, voice just for him.

“close your mouth, love. you’ll catch flies.” i said and pushed up his chin.

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“Oh no,” Isack muttered under his breath. “Why are they all here.”

“Because I have amazing friends,” I said sweetly. “And they love watching you suffer.”

“Hadjar!” Lando called, arms already spreading like he was about to hug him just to whisper something evil in his ear. “So you’re the one dating the princess of Formula One, huh?”

Jack whistled low. “You’ve got some guts, man.”

Kimi, deadpan as ever, tilted his head. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out?”

“I didn’t know!” Isack said for what was probably the seventh time tonight. “She didn’t say anything!”

“He called Lewis ‘sir,’” Ollie chimed in again, grinning like this was the best day of his life. “It was so formal.”

“Wait, did you?” Lando asked, barely holding in his laughter. “Like, a ‘Hello, Mr. Hamilton, may I date your daughter’ type situation?”

“He panicked!” I added, giggling. “Tried to act like they hadn’t met before.”

“I had no idea!” Isack groaned. “You all suck.”

“I’m just saying,” Jack said, nudging Kimi. “If I found out my girlfriend’s dad was seven-time world champion Lewis Hamilton, I’d have walked straight into the Mediterranean.”

Kimi nodded, stone-faced. “We still might throw you in.”

“Please do,” Isack said, face in hands. “End it.”

Lando gave him a brotherly clap on the shoulder. “Look at it this way. You’ve already peaked. Can’t go higher than impressing Lewis Hamilton.”

Ollie leaned into me with a smirk. “You know he didn’t even realize until Lewis introduced himself back?”

I sipped my drink. “Timing is everything.”

Isack looked up at me then — red-faced, wide-eyed, but grinning. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Only a little,” I teased. “But hey — you’re handling it like a champ.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like an F1 champ or…?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Jack said dryly.

Kimi cracked the faintest of smirks. “We’ll see how you qualify next weekend, Hamilton’s boyfriend.”

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whotfisnaya

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whotfisnaya: long story short…i love isack and isack loves my dad (the selfie is warming my heart by the second)

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username00 : dating your idols daughter?? wasn’t familiar with your game isack

olliebearman: neither was he

whotfisnaya : oliver be nice

lewishamilton : Welcome to the family, Isack. We love you even if you are oblivious sometimes.

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olliebearman : is it cheating since he will be mentored by the goat?

lando : he fr just skipped ten levels

isackhadjar: love you the most even if you embarrassed me in front of my goat

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businessabroad · 2 years ago

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United Nations Steps and Contract Negotiation #7

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Seal the Deal: Mastering Contract Negotiations at the UN

Stepping into the United Nations might seem daunting, but what happens when you get through the door? "United Nations Steps and Contract Negotiation #7" is your insider's guide to understanding the pivotal stages of becoming part of this global organization.

Contract negotiations can be a game-changer in your career. This video is your mentor, unpacking the essentials of negotiating your UN contract. Learn to articulate your value, negotiate effectively, and steer clear of common pitfalls.

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imaginesig · 11 months ago

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You Would've Done It Too

Ollie Bearman x Verstappen!Reader

SMAU

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

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

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

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user1 now this is real racing

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

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

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

user5 you know they’re both pissed

User6 these post race interviews are about to be HEATED

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

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

user2 the jabs at each other give me life

user3 I live for this rivalry

user4 yes Ollie 👏👏 humble her

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

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user1 I wonder how y/n is feeling about this

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

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

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

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

user5 ahhh I can’t wait!!!

User6 I’m gonna miss Carlos this weekend 😭😭

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

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

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user1 the was she still has to make a snarky comment

user2 I mean they are rivals 🤷‍♂️

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

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

Pre-Race

Post-Race

ynverstappen

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

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

hitechgp perfect 1-2 weekend!!

maxverstappen why the last slide

ynverstappen I had to inform the people of my opinions

Maxverstappen anyway, I’m so proud!!

ynverstappen 🫶🫶

Carlossainz55 congrats on p1 little-stapppen

Redbullracing performance so good we were left speechless 👏👏

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

User3 I agree

olliebearman

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olliebearman: P3 for my little buddy 🧸

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user1 awww the bear

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

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

Prema_team very proud of your performance 🤝

user3 help im jealous of a stuffed bear

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

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williamsracing we can't wait

Alex_albon she's gonna smash it!!

user1 please bring Williams back to the glory days

user2 Verstappen? Nice try, welcome back Nico Rosberg

user3 she looks so good in blue

user4 Y/n lead Logan to the podium

user5 yes ma'am 👏

user6 give Max a run for his money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

user4 yk he felt so pleased with the hot head joke

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

ynverstappen

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

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maxverstappen1 you were amazing! I'm so proud

ynvserstappen ❤️❤️

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

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

user1 the purple helmet ate

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

user2 lmao she saw the Nico jokes

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

user4 someone tell her she showed her appration and more

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

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

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

ynverstappen posted a story!

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

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paularon_

seems like he knows his stuff

I cried

maybe its time to put these ruse behind mmh

don't take my fun away from me

and he really does piss me off

oh I know

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

hey max was worse

are we sure??

bff_username

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

it really is the best

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

ok now first Paul and now you

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

and im so proud of you for it

maxverstappen

who.

bff/n

thats a lie

you wouldve tagged her

who.

overprotective much 🙄

im your older brother its my job, now spill

I will at dinner in a few days

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

tagged: no one

landonorris wannabe @/ynverstappen

ynverstappen fuck off Norris

user1 welp cannot wait for the media digs from this

user2 there goes our time of peace

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

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

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

tagged no one

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

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

user3 it'll settle everything once and for all

ynverstappen

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

tagged: olliebearman

olliebearman I love you schat

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

user1 im sorry its almost been a YEAR

paularon_ finally im free from this torture

kimi.antonelli you can say that again

ynverstappen nah he's still my #1 opp

olliebearman no one pisses me off quicker 🫶

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

ynverstappen a bit much?

olliebearman nope perfect amount, I understand very clearly

landonorris max almost passed out

landonorris please post more im enjoying myself

user2 LMAO LANDO

user3 this was not on my 2024 bingo card

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

olliebearman

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olliebearman: only person id wear red bull for ❤️

tagged: ynverstappen

ynverstappen only person id wear Ferrari for 💙

olliebearman forever grateful 🫶

carlossainz55 im hurt

Charles_leclerc me too

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

ynverstappen no 🫶

user1 im crying they work out together 😭

user2 I just wanna know when that second picture was taken

olliebearman before she got caught leaving the Ferrari garage

ynverstappen and y'all believed the outfit change 🤣🫵

hitechgp and prema_team

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

tagged: ynverstappen, olliebearman, paularon_, kimi.antonelli

prema_team family karting day??

user1 not neither team knowing what to say

ynverstappen so fun!!

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

ynverstappen and I looked good doing it

olliebearman yeah you did 😍

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

#f1 imagines #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smau #f2 x reader #f2 #formula 2 #f2 imagine #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #oliver bearman #ollie bearman #ollie bearman smau #ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman x reader

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wanders-in-wonderland · 29 days ago

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Marriage is a Contract

Sooooo I got this idea in my head after reading way too many "arranged marriage between grumpy ceo x sunshine wife" tropes... it's quite honestly just a bunch of scenes I had in my head that I mashed together for some semblance of a coherent plot. And 100% self-indulgent fluff and so wildly different from what I usually write but please enjoy because I love this. Also so sorry there is no smut in this oops... but enjoy!

My marriage was a business agreement in every sense. A match made in a boardroom with a dozen bland, graying men who decided how they could sell me to the highest bidder and who that would be. A merger that let every person in that boardroom walk away with hundreds of millions while I got a new last name.

My family was wealthy and influential but a crumbling institution. A few too many bad investments and scandals meant we needed a lifeline, a distraction from the failing dynasty. What better than a shiny new-money CEO who built his company from the ground up. It didn’t matter that he had a ruthless reputation, known to cut down his boardroom rivals without a second thought, coldly pragmatic with no concern for anything other than the growth of his own empire. In fact, all of those were positives and I made the perfect bargaining chip.

He remembers the meeting, the boardroom cold, every person present speaking in calculated measured tones. My father had smiled too wide, my mother’s gaze blank, neither of them concerned with the idea of selling their daughter off to the best buyer. And me? I sat there, silent, hands folded, almost bored looking as I surveyed my surroundings with a gaze of indifference.

He almost respected that. The terms were too attractive for him not to agree with. His company would absorb my family’s, he could restructure easily, cut out the rot and save the parts that were still worthwhile. He would get a foothold into the old money world, the connections forged in generations of blood and wealth, a place he could never enter without a connection like mine. The fact that I was well-bred, sat pretty, and kept quiet was an added bonus.

He signed the papers without looking at me.

I moved into his penthouse in the city. Separate bedrooms and his busy work schedule meant that I hardly saw him. We found a new normal: polite, indifferent words exchanged the few times we did cross paths during the week (nothing beyond a cursory inquiry and a blank smile); formal events added into our calendars by his secretary where our combined presence was required, charity galas, investor dinners, flashy events of opulence where he needed his pretty wife on his arm; the biweekly date penciled into our calendars to keep up public appearances so the high society papers kept their noses out of our lives.

Months passed. Our wedding became old news, our regularly scheduled appearances and perfectly tailored performances of romance made us a boring couple to keep an eye on. His company’s performance was stable. Life was standard, clinical, unobtrusive.

Until I got bored.

His company has been deadlocked in a merger for months. A deal worth billions that could either double the company’s profits or bankrupt them. And right now, they were losing. He was furious, going over every contract, negotiation, email, and memo to try to salvage what should have been his legacy.

Every internal c-suite meeting feels like a step off a fast-crumbling cliffside. Every lawyer on retainer at the company is working overtime, every consultant ordered to drop other cases to focus on this single merger. It’s the third meeting of the day, he sits at the head of the conference table, fingers steepled, jaw clenched tight enough to crack granite. The silence is suffocating as every executive stares helplessly at the strategies they’d laid out on the screen, nothing good enough to salvage this. Until, his CFO cleared his throat hesitantly.

“There might be someone who can help.”

His gaze swings to him, sharp enough to make the CFO cower a little before clearing his throat and standing his ground.

“She’s a strategist, consultant for hire but she hardly ever takes cases and no one has really heard much from her in the past year.”

“Who is she?”

“No one knows, she operates under a pseudonym. Rumor has it she forced Harvard Law to sign an NDA when she graduated and demands the same from every company she works with. Top firms have tried to hire her but she’s never accepted. Refuses to be on retainer for anyone.”

He rubs his temples, his voice cold with barely contained frustration. “Get a meeting with her.”

Two hours later, there’s a memo on his desk.

She agreed to meet but wants a million and a half upfront. 30 minute meeting, Thursday 10am.

He feels his blood pressure rise. This bitch is playing him. But he has no choice, he fires off an email to approve of the meeting… and the $1.5 million wire transfer.

Thursday 9:55am

The boardroom is ice cold. His patience is in the negative as he sits, tapping his fingers furiously against the conference table. The rest of the c-suite executives sit around him, each of them wearing various faces of trepidation, anxiety, and sheer exhaustion.

10:05am

He is ready to murder someone. She’s five minutes late, for a meeting that cost $1.5 million to set up. No one has spoken since the clock ticked past the hour. One of the lawyers coughs and he glares hard enough to make the man swallow his next cough, choosing to lose oxygen rather than piss of the CEO any further.

10:07am

The sound of clicking heels comes from down the hall and he looks ready to burn the building down as every head turns towards to door in anticipation.

The door opens silently.

His sharp inhale is the only sound in the room. Then his voice, barely restrained fury.

“What the fuck?”

A light chuckle bursts out of me. “Is that any way to greet your wife?”

The room is frozen. I take my time sauntering around the conference table, taking off my coat to settle in the one empty seat across from him.

“What the fuck is the meaning of this?”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Honey, you’re paying a million and a half for me to be here. I sure hope you know the meaning of this.”

He scoffs, ears reddening. I can see his hands fisting on the table, the vein on his forehead pulsing with his fury.

“I paid for some expert to come fix this merger, so unless you somehow have a law degree hidden under that pantsuit, you have nothing to offer here.”

I roll my eyes, “Touchy, is this because you didn’t eat breakfast this morning?”

His response is more of an angry growl than anything resembling the English language.

I laugh, “I am in fact, hiding a law degree under here. A doctorate too. It’s really not a good look for a husband to not even know about his wife’s background.”

I turn to his CFO and smile sweetly. “Now, you all know how expensive my time is, so let’s not waste anymore. I’ve seen the documents, there’s another angle you all haven’t considered…”

It takes me seven minutes to dismantle their merger and redesign it into a deal that no one could turn down. It’s a solution so elegant it’s almost insulting that no one else saw it. I watch the vein on his forehead pulse as every sentence that leaves my mouth effortlessly rewrites the deal he'd struggled with for months.

The tension in the room finally breaks and there’s quiet celebration from every executive. A collective sigh of relief in knowing that they no longer have to consider the reality of bankrupting the company and losing billions.

It’s 10:27 when we wrap up the conversation. He dismisses the meeting with cold efficiency, every member of the team scurrying off to cross T’s and dot I’s before sending out the revised contract to the opposing side.

I stay seated, playing with a pen while staring at my husband.

“You still have 3 minutes left, dear husband,” I say, smiling.

He glares, “Technically, I have 10, you were 7 minutes late.” He stalks around the table towards me, grabbing my chair and hauling it to face him.

I stand to look at him, a little smile still playing across my lips.

“Why did you never tell me you were more than a trophy wife?” His voice is low and angry.

I blink at him, “You never asked. Plus, it was in my file and in our marriage contract. I would know, I wrote that contract myself. It’s not my fault you didn’t read it.”

“You fucking brat,” he growls before his hand comes up to tangle in my hair and his lips find mine.

We violate several HR protocols in the remaining 10 minutes of that meeting before he drags me into his office.

—

That night, the financial news runs the headline: "Billion Dollar Merger Saved by CEO's Secret Weapon—His Wife."

Meanwhile, his secret weapon is currently bent over their bed, moaning into the sheets as he ruins me, his grip bruising, his teeth on my neck.

"Still—fuck—smug now?" he rasps.

I gasp, arching. "Y-Yes."

He snarls, flipping me onto my back. "Good."

When we’re both spent and collapsed on the bed, my body curled into his and his fingers stroking through my hair, he finally takes the time to learn about his wife. To ask questions and actually care about my answers.

He learns about the Harvard law degree I never mentioned. My PhD in Economic Theory I keep hidden away. The published papers under a penname he actually recognizes from industry journals. He truly sees me for the first time, a nuclear weapon hiding right under his nose. I could've bled him dry months ago.

“What are you even going to do with the 1.5 million?” He asks, his tone an exasperated tease. “Don’t I give you enough of an allowance?”

I grin at him. “I want a yacht.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re insufferable.”

The next day, at his board meeting, I text him a photo of a yacht listing with a heart emoji.

He responds with an eyeroll and a barely there smile that makes the executive next to him choke on his coffee.

At the end of the meeting, his VP hesitates before clearing his throat.

"Sir, should we draft paperwork for your wife’s board seat?"

He replies coolly.

"Yes. And she goes by Doctor."

And of course, when he hands me the paperwork to sign, I turn it down at first and made him negotiate (beg) for it. I think he’s really pretty on his knees.

The company gossip takes on its own life as I reshape his empire at my will.

I attend board meetings when I want and I spend most of them doodling in my notes.

I’m drawing my husband as an angry stick figure when I glance up at the quarterly finance presentation and interrupt the speaker without even looking at him. “Your projections are off by 16% because you didn’t consider the Asia-Pacific market value.”

The room is silent. My husband coughs to cover his laugh before ordering his research team to come back with updated numbers.

I get my own corner office with a view that rivals his own. I never use it, instead, I spend my time lounging on his office couch, snacking while I tear apart his contracts with red pen and doodles in the margins.

I send memos with contract corrections signed with kissy faces to the c-suite members.

I befriend every intern, assistant, and even the janitorial staff. When I find out my husband made some poor college intern cry by snapping at him in a meeting, I send out a company-wide email of him, the feared CEO, passed out on our couch, with drool on the corner of his mouth and my lipstick stain on his cheek. He makes me pay for that but he never yells at another intern again.

When there’s a flash rainstorm and he tracks mud and water into the office, I yell at him and make him clean it himself because “the custodial staff just waxed the floors and you need to respect that.”

I completely restructure compensation for all employees at every level. Benefits are tripled, six-month paid parental leave is guaranteed, student debt for all employees and their children is 100% covered by the company. When news got out, the company’s stocks tanked for a day before I rewrote every ongoing deal we had to force every other competitor to match our benefits and we made back triple the losses. My husband took a screenshot of the stock chart from those 48 hours and had it framed in the company lobby.

The stories only escalate from there. It seems like every single employee has some juicy gossip about the scary CEO and his badass wife.

"The way the CEO looks at her when she corrects him in meetings—like he wants to either strangle her or bend her over the desk." (He’s done both individually and simultaneously).

“I was at the quarterly meeting where she threw a pen at his head and called him childish because he yelled about Q2 losses.” (This is true and I made him apologize to everyone at the meeting after).

“I saw him carrying her out of the late-night Blackstone negotiation and it was so cute. Then he glared at me but #goals.” (Also true and I demanded that we get McDonald’s on the way home.)

“I heard she rewrote the indemnity clause of the Hong Kong deal while they were having sex.” (Sometimes inspiration strikes at odd times. He came so hard he blacked out a little.)

“The Kensington CEO had tried to write a clause into their contract to bar her from attending joint meetings.” (It didn’t work and I show up to every single one out of spite.)

There is a private Slack channel that has literally every employee in it called #overheard-from-mr-and-dr-ceo with a pinned message that reads: DO NOT LEAK ANYTHING FROM THIS CHANNEL, HE WILL FIRE US ALL.

The top messages include:

[Anna_Finance]

She demanded we add ‘company-wide nap pods’ to the budget in the last finance meeting. He said no. She stared at him for five seconds. He caved in three.

[John_Intern]

I shared an elevator with them. She wanted to drink his coffee and he didn’t even hesitate before handing it over. She called him 'good boy.' I thought he was going to kill me.

[Luke_ExecutiveAssistant]

She called him “a little bitch” in the boardroom for vetoing her childcare policy for employees. We got the go-ahead three minutes after the meeting ended.

[Paula_PublicRelations]

I overhead them fighting at lunch. It was about pineapple on pizza.

Dr. CEO: "You’re wrong, and I will die on this hill."

Mr. CEO, while cutting her burger for her!!!: "Then I’ll bury you here."

[James_VP]

I just witnessed a masterclass in the global investor call:

Mr. CEO: "We are not restructuring the Asia-Pacific division."

Dr. CEO, from off-screen: "We are restructuring the Asia-Pacific division."

Mr. CEO, pausing mid-sentence: "...We are restructuring the Asia-Pacific division."

Investor: "Since when?"

Mr. CEO, sighing: "Since my wife said so."

[Lauren_Intern]

GUYS. SHE JUST CALLED HIM 'BABY TYRANT' TO HIS FACE IN THE ELEVATOR. HE JUST SIGHED AND LET HER FIX HIS TIE.

[Dr. CEO]

Hey guys. Just so you know—he reads this channel.

(Read by 3,742 users. 2,916 panic reactions.)

[Mr. CEO]

…Keep the quotes coming. I need evidence for my eventual defamation lawsuit against her.

[Dr. CEO]

He’s lying. He thinks they’re cute.

(Mr. CEO is typing…)

(Mr. CEO has left the channel.)

[Dr. CEO]

Don't worry, he'll be back. <3

Is this pure, disgusting fluff? Yes. Do I understand anything about the corporate world that I just wrote about? No. Do I know what an indemnity clause is? No. Nor do I fully understand what a merger is. But I love this story and will take no criticisms. <3

I lowkey don't even know how to tag this...

#fluff #ceo x reader #original character #original content #nsft concept #husband x wife #obsessive love

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fans4wga · 2 years ago

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26 July update from WGA's Chris Keyser

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From the WGA: With SAG-AFTRA now on strike and new levels of solidarity across all Hollywood unions, we are witnessing the spectacular failure of the AMPTP’s negotiating strategy. In this video, WGA Negotiating Committee Co-Chair Chris Keyser lays out what this moment means and how we move forward. To learn more about the WGA strike, visit https://www.wgastrike.org.

FULL TRANSCRIPT:

Fellow members of the WGA East and West. It's been a while since our last video and quite a bit has happened in the meantime. So on behalf of the negotiating committee and leadership, I wanted to give you an update on where we are and what the near future at least is likely to bring.

We've been walking side by side on picket lines in New York and Los Angeles for a little over 12 weeks now. Only now we're joined by thousands upon thousands of members of SAG-AFTRA who, like us, have finally had enough.

This is the endpoint and the fruit of the AMPTP’s game plan. For 11 weeks, they negotiated with everyone but us. They claimed it was just practicality, that they could only do one thing at a time, which is not normally a point of pride. But events have made clear what we knew from the start: that not only was it a strategy, it was their only strategy. Negotiate a deal with a single guild and impose that deal on every other guild and union in Hollywood, whether it addresses the needs of those unions or not, all with the implicit threat: if you want more, strike for it.

Wow. It’s their 2007-8 playbook applied to 2023 as if nothing has changed, as if the accumulation of economic insults and injuries inflicted on us over the past decade would be borne in perpetual silence, as if the giant of labor had not awakened. But it has. And you only need to look as far as the front gates of every studio in LA and New York to see the evidence.

Two unions on strike willing to exercise their power, despite the pain, to ensure their members get the contract they deserve. For us, that means addressing the relentless mistreatment of screenwriters, which has only been exacerbated by the move to streaming; the continued denial of full MBA protection to comedy variety and other appendix A writers when they work in streaming; and the self-destructive unsustainable dismantling of the process by which episodic television is made and episodic television writers are paid.

It means addressing the existential threat of AI and the insufficiency of streaming residual formulas, including the need for transparency and a success-based component. All of these will need to be addressed for there to be a deal because in this strike it is our power and not their pattern that matters, not their strategy. Their strategy has failed them. Now they're in the midst of a streaming war with each other, an admittedly difficult transition. And as they face the future, their interests and business models could not be more different from Disney to Sony to Netflix to Amazon.

We root for their success, all of them. They root for each other's failure. We are the creative ammunition through which they will succeed. They are each other's apex predators. And yet, in a singular shared dedication to denying labor, they have shackled themselves together in what increasingly seems like a mutual suicide pact, as the 2023-24 broadcast season and the 2024-25 movie schedule and its streaming shows disappear, melt away week by week.

So what does this mean? What does it mean going forward? How do you play chess against an opponent who insists on screaming checkmate at every move regardless of how the board looks and the game is going?

You stay firm, you stay resolved, because our cause is no less existential than when we started and our leverage is increasing every day. Alone we withheld our labor with the support of our union siblings and the Teamsters and IATSE and the Crafts, we were able to delay the vast majority of production. Now with SAG-AFTRA on strike, those few studio projects that remained have also shut down. And it's not just the obvious delays. If this strike drags on, it's the actors with conflicting obligations and the directors and the double-booked studio facilities and release date chaos that the companies must now also contend with. Some of their most valuable product could well be delayed for years.

Add to that, no promotion of movies or television shows and famous faces on the picket lines and social media speaking directly to their customers. For the tech companies and the mega corporations, that should be their nightmare scenario: WGA and SAG-AFTRA side by side. Our bargaining agenda may not be identical, but our cause is the same. Our army of labor, defending labor has increased 17-fold in the past two weeks alone.

Even so, even with all this wind at our backs this negotiation won't happen overnight. It's not because the negotiations themselves are so complex. Once the companies fully engage, it could go very quickly, but because their strategy of many decades has just fallen apart and they didn't see it coming, and it's going to take them a minute to regroup, 'cause the companies have things to work out internally, and saying no to labor in unison is a lot easier than saying yes. So either together or separately, as their divergent interests might suggest, they will come back to us, despite their understandable concern about how they've navigated this transition to streaming, which is on their heads and not ours; and their worries about costs and their worries about Wall Street; despite this being a season of doom and gloom, none of them are walking away from the riches of this business, and certainly not over the equitable minimum compensation to writers.

They didn't get the deal they wanted; that's fine, it happens all the time. They're not taking their ball and going home over it. And since we know they come from union families themselves, and since they've denied that “even-in-Hollywood-you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me” ugliness of threatening to starve us out and leave us homeless (which we assume they understand also means making our children homeless,) they will come back to us. Although I will say they took a long time to deny that statement, longer than I would have had it been ascribed to me.

But what does it matter? You can starve a labor force slowly or quickly. The effect is the same. It's not like day rates for comedy variety writers and endless free drafts for screenwriters in exchange for a single paid one in four-week mini-rooms isn't cruelty. It's just cruelty written in contract language instead of a press quote.

So what can we expect from the companies as all of this plays itself out? They will try to convince Wall Street that taking a strike, prolonging it unnecessarily, losing their content stream in the process—that all of that is just smart business and no reason for investor concern. We will be talking to Wall Street too, and reminding them that for all these companies, all of 'em including Netflix, the bill, the price for making nothing, will eventually come due. And Wall Street is listening already. Here's Michael Pachter, managing director of equity research at Wedbush on Yahoo Finance the other day: “I think the studios are completely wrong on this one. Content is their lifeblood. They're feeling really foolish about this."

Wall Street isn't the only one listening. We've been talking to union pension funds too about the risks the companies are taking. We talked to CalPERS, the largest public pension plan in the country, talked about the loss of programming and the cost to the industry, and we heard strong support from its board for our struggle and the promise that the companies will be hearing from them, from CalPERS, and demanding answers on behalf of its 2 million members.

To us, of course, they will continue to plead temporary poverty, but we know the drill. These companies support billions into the streaming wars and taken short-term losses these past three years, because they know that to the winner will go the spoils. We're patient, will they share that with us when the time comes? What are the chances?

Since 2017, the last time the studios negotiated with us outside of COVID, the big six companies alone have made $150 billion in profits off our work, while they slashed our pay and degraded our working conditions. Maybe if they had shared a tiny piece of that then, made $1 billion or so less, this year wouldn't seem so costly. As it is, there is no iron law that these companies are entitled to record profits every year, and it isn't some great travesty if their shareholders or their CEOs get a slightly smaller slice of the massive profits we helped create if some balance is restored.

Look, no one denies that corporations exist to make a profit and no one wants our employers to be profitable more than we do, but the singular pursuit of corporate profits to the exclusion of their social and human cost is a real problem in this country—it’s a real problem. A corporation's bottom line is not the same as the world’s, and there is nothing in our studio's bottom lines today that accounts for the quality of our lives or for our dignity, for the comfort of our retirement or the security of our families. Their numbers have no conscience, but the people who report them as victories ought to.

In their refusal to recognize that, these companies have also extracted an awful price, which is laid at their feet and for which they are responsible. Losses to the economies of New York and Los Angeles and everywhere that film and television are made, terrible losses that mount every day, thousands of people out of work; not just us, all the crews, the crafts, the janitors, the drivers, the businesses that thrive when Hollywood thrives, the restaurants, the stores—for what? For nothing. So they could avoid coming to the table to negotiate the deal they will one day give us. Measured today that is the painfully mixed legacy of our employers, weighed against every beautiful piece of work we have made with them.

And if history is a guide, they have only temporary stewardship over a kind of national trust, which is Hollywood. Our story, our sometimes conscience, our public conversation, our diversion of the worst and best of times, our greatest export, the repository of our imagination. They have some obligation to more than just their shareholders to behave accordingly.

Unfortunately, it seems big tech, mega corporations, and some of the people who run them, as the saying goes know the price of everything and the value of nothing. So they have built a business model that no longer works for human beings who cannot be paid minimum for 10 to 20 weeks a year and make a career out of that, be paid for one draft of a screenplay that demands a year of labor, be paid a few episodic fees for a show about which to take years to decide be paid a daily rate.

And now we have a first glimpse of what they offered our actor colleagues. We are not 170,000 Willy Lomans to be used and then discarded. We know what the companies believe they have the power to do. We know what they think machines can do and do without any of us. Oh yeah, we've seen the writing on the wall and it's plagiarized.

The thing is this: the difference between what you CAN do and what you SHOULD do is the greatest single difference in the world. Knowing that is the only real protection we have against a dystopian future. And if the companies sometimes forget that, writers will do it for them.

I can't know exactly how long it will take this revolutionary moment, and you've heard again and again what is happening today has not happened in 63 years, but I know that's not always how it feels, revolutionary and defining, even though we celebrate that on picket lines together, which is the right thing to do. That's not always how it feels when you go home at night. I know how tough this is: to strike, to hold the line. I know it gets tougher every day even with SAG-AFTRA marching beside us, how hard it is to face the uncertainty of when it will end, when we'll get back to work, how we'll pay the bills. I know it's hardest for those who've just gotten started, for those for whom the world opens doors more reluctantly, battled their whole life just to get here; but hard too for those struggling to maintain their long careers, who find work tougher and tougher to come by, or those with families with children or parents to take care of.

These companies understand the cruelty of what they're doing. It's their plan to starve us just a little, to exact as much pain as they can so that we wish more for the pain to end than for the better life we dreamed up. That we're more afraid of the uncertainty of the present than the certain devastation of the future. It's societally acceptable economic torture inflicted by management on labor every day, then blamed on labor for daring to fight back, for refusing to be complicit in its own mistreatment.

Here's how I know that's not going to work. Not with us, not with the writers, because we haven't come all this way, fought to have these careers in the first place, all the adversity, and marched together for all these months, only to let it slip away on our watch—because there is no point in rushing back to jobs that may not be there in a year or two anyway. Because the business, as the companies have twisted it, is now untenable, unsurvivable for so many of us, because even success is not enough to keep going, because this guild is younger than it's ever been and more diverse. And this young diverse membership knows from hard personal experience the system is broken and that it will not be fixed unless they fix it. And those of us who came before them will not let them down, because we and the writer's guild are the beneficiaries of all those who came before us who gave up everything for us.

Like the writers of 1960, the year I was born, who struck for 22 weeks and who gave away all the TV residuals for all the movies they had ever written so that we could have a health insurance and pension plan and residuals from that date forward. $15 billion flowed to writers and their benefit plans because of that sacrifice. Because writers are brave, because now it's our turn.

So what's our job? Even as we welcome SAG-AFTRA to our side, we are still responsible for our own deal, and so we must remain focused and diligent. We must continue to march, picket signs in hand. But we should also remember this and with pride, that before there was SAG-AFTRA, before even the Teamsters and IATSE and the laborers and the electrical workers and the musicians and the plasterers came to our side, there was the writers. Alone then, we looked at the blank page and began to imagine the future. With no net but each other we typed the words, what if?

And then we took a step into the darkness and found that it was light. And then we were joined by the crews and the drivers and the actors. The actors got a bit more fanfare when they showed up, but that's okay, we wrote the script. The WGA, still small, not alone anymore after all these decades. Hollywood labor has finally linked arms and found its voice, and that voice says enough. There is no road to longterm prosperity that burns a path through your own workforce. We are not your enemies. We are not merely a cost to be borne. We are your partners and your greatest asset. And we are, as you acknowledge yourselves, irreplaceable, but by accident or design and it doesn't really matter anymore, the business you are running no longer works for those who work for you.

What is the point in continuing to deny that? Why deny it when everyone else in the business to a person tells you it's true? Do you think it's a coincidence that two unions are on strike against you for the first time since Eisenhower was president? You can't exactly accuse us of being quick on the trigger. The effect has a cause, it has a cause. And there is no profit in insisting on the answers to the past for the questions of the future.

But if you want instead to invest in something that will reap you fortunes, I have a tip. And if you are visionaries, envision a solution, not a stalemate. Because this isn't a war we're in, it's a negotiation, it's just a negotiation. There is no face-saving here for either side, because there is no winner or loser. It's just a deal. And when you come to remember that again we will be here as we have been here all along.

And at this point with 170,000 writers and actors aligned against your intransigence, that is as generous as I can be, as close to an olive branch as I can offer. But if you insist instead on the same threatening rhetoric, on saying you would rather starve us than pay us, I would remind you of this: You are fighting for a dollar, we are fighting for survival. We are fighting for our home: writing is where we live, and we will defend that home with a bravery and stamina and ferocity that you will come to understand someday, which is why you cannot break us. You cannot outlast us, you cannot.

And not just because we have the will, because we have power. Nothing in this business happens until we start to write. And we will not start to write until we are paid.

Union now. Union forever.

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mysteryshoptls · 2 months ago

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SSR Azul Ashengrotto - Club Wear Voice Lines

Club Wear Azul does not have a vignette.

Bide your time while waiting for the perfect opportunity, or go on the offensive. The key to winning is determining the proper strategy.

Summon: I know exactly how the rest of this game will be played out now. I'll use my intellect to completely crush my opponent to smithereens.

Groovification: Oh, what an absolute shame! Is it over already? That wasn't nearly enough to even be considered a warm-up game!

Home: Let's enjoy the game.

Home Transition 1: This outfit was made to be worn during tournaments. It seems in the past some club members would compete wearing more shabby jerseys.

Home Transition 2: I make sure to read game manuals thoroughly as I would a contract. That is the minimum requirement in order to play to my full capabilities.

Home Transition 3: Sometimes strategy requires a thorough, soul-crushingly heartless play... Idia-san, do try not to resent me too much!

Home Transition - Login: Playing games is a wonderful way to learn various negotiation tactics. I find my time in the Boardgame Club to be quite practical.

Home Transition - Groovy: You practiced the game in order to beat me? Heheh, well, I suppose I should accept your spirited challenge. I suppose we'll have to see how well you perform, then.

Home Tap 1: It is utter nonsense to rely on luck. There will always be a winning chance present, no matter what, as long as you pay rapt attention.

Home Tap 2: This club isn't a very proactive one, by any means. Back when I first joined, many years worth of club dues had just accumulated, simply collecting dust.

Home Tap 3: Other than myself, no one else ever attempts to recruit new members. If more freshmen were to join, it would be wonderfully benef... I mean－ it would be wonderfully lively.

Home Tap 4: Of course, I absolutely get along well with my club mates. It was rather difficult to break through the ice at first, however, since everyone is so reserved, skittish, and cautious.

Home Tap 5: Jade and Floyd mentioned they would come to the next board game tournament to "cheer" me on. I made sure to drill in a warning not to disrupt my concentration.

Home Tap - Groovy: If it interests you, I could teach you a little trick so you'll always roll the number you want on a die. Now, what should I exact as payment for telling you this, hm?

Duo: [AZUL]: Idia-san, this next turn will decide everything. [IDIA]: You seem real confident you're gonna win, Azul-shi.

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fangirlfuel · 1 month ago

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Risking It

Summary: Carlos takes a risky shot at love, despite the intimidating presence of her father. Nerves, charm, and a little laughter lead to an unexpected yes.

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Carlos Sainz was a man used to pressure. He could handle flying through corners at 300 kilometers per hour, could answer media questions with a perfectly neutral expression, could negotiate contracts with a lawyer on one side and a team principal on the other. But nothing absolutely nothing, had prepared him for the monumental challenge of asking you out. You, who just so happened to be the daughter of Fernando Alonso, one of the greatest drivers of all time. His friend. His mentor. A man who could probably kill with just a look.

Carlos had been pacing back and forth for the past ten minutes behind the hospitality unit, trying to rehearse how he was going to approach you without sounding like a complete idiot. It wasn’t going well. His first idea :

"Hola, I think you’re really pretty, please don’t tell your dad "

had been immediately discarded. So had the second,

"I respect your father, but I like you more" ,

and the third, which was just him panicking in Spanish and nearly walking into a table.

Meanwhile, you were completely unaware of the internal meltdown he was having. You were lounging in the Ferrari suite, sipping a smoothie and scrolling through your phone. You knew Carlos. You’d known him forever. He was funny and charming and a little too smooth for his own good, but he had that rare quality, kindness. Real, gentle kindness. And you’d seen the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. You weren’t blind. You just didn’t think he’d ever actually do anything about it. After all, your dad was Fernando Alonso, and if Carlos respected anything more than strategy calls and tire compounds, it was your father’s opinion.

So when Carlos finally mustered the courage to approach, heart pounding and mouth dry, he found you alone, flipping through your phone, completely at peace with the world. His entrance, of course, was not smooth.

“Hi,” he said, voice slightly higher than usual. “Hi. Hey. Hola. Sorry. That was too many greetings.”

You looked up, amused, one eyebrow raised. “Are you okay? You look like you just ran a full race on soft tires.”

Carlos laughed awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m fine. I mean, I’m not dying or anything. I just wanted to talk to you. For a second. Or more than a second. If you have time. Do you have time?”

“I have time,” you said, clearly entertained now. “What’s going on?”

Carlos inhaled deeply, like he was preparing to dive into freezing water.

“Okay, I’m just going to say it, and you can laugh or say no or throw your drink at me or whatever feels right, but I really like you.”

You blinked. “Okay…”

“I mean I like like you,” he clarified, gesturing dramatically, nearly smacking a passing engineer with his hand.

“I think you’re funny and smart and you make me nervous in a very specific way that I can’t explain. And I’ve wanted to ask you out for months, but I didn’t, because I thought maybe your dad would kill me with his mind.”

You burst out laughing at that. “Kill you with his mind?”

“I’m serious,” Carlos said, eyes wide.

“You don’t know what it’s like. He stares at people. He doesn’t say anything, but the stare speaks volumes. He could vaporize me with one look. I like being alive, you know?”

You were still laughing, unable to help it. “My dad likes you, Carlos.”

“Sure, he likes me. As a driver. As someone who doesn’t date his daughter. Those are two very different lanes.”

You stood up then, taking a step closer, and Carlos immediately shut up, eyes locking on yours like he was bracing for impact.

“You’re right,” you said softly. “They are different lanes. But lucky for you, I’m a grown woman who can pick her own driver.”

Carlos blinked. “Wait, is that... a yes?”

“I mean, assuming you’re not planning on crashing into my dad mid-race or publicly insulting his 2005 championship, yes.”

Carlos’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “No crashing. No insults. Only compliments. I’ll tell him he’s my favorite Spaniard ever. Second-favorite. Tied. You know what, never mind. I’m digging a hole.”

You laughed again and poked him lightly in the chest. “Relax. I like you too. I always have. I just wasn’t sure if you were ever going to stop staring at me from across the paddock like a Victorian gentleman catching feelings in secret.”

Carlos groaned and covered his face with both hands. “Oh my god, was I that obvious?”

“Very,” you said with a grin. “But it was cute.”

“I’ll take cute,” he muttered. Then, lowering his hands and looking at you with a more genuine, heartfelt smile, he added, “Can I take you to dinner? Somewhere lowkey. No cameras. Just you and me?”

You nodded. “I’d love that.”

“Perfect,” Carlos said, visibly relieved. “Now we just have to survive telling your father.”

“Oh don’t worry,” you said, linking your arm with his as you walked together. “We’ll tell him after dinner. That way, if he decides to kill you, at least you’ll have had dessert.”

Carlos stared at you, mock-horrified. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You smirked. “Immensely.”

As you both disappeared down the hallway, laughing, Carlos felt lighter than he had in weeks. Maybe love was a bit like a race, full of nerves, speed, and the chance of crashing. But with you? He’d risk every lap.

And maybe, just maybe, Fernando wouldn’t kill him. At least not before the second date.

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kleopatra45 · 11 months ago

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Asteroid Pallas (2)

Asteroid Pallas (2) in astrology symbolizes strategic intelligence, problem-solving skills, and wisdom. Its placement in a birth chart indicates how one approaches challenges with foresight and analytical thinking. Pallas represents the ability to devise effective plans, negotiate, and find creative solutions. Understanding Pallas' position provides insights into one's strategic strengths, decision-making style, and leadership potential in various areas of life.

Pallas in the Houses

Pallas in the 1st House: This placement suggests that strategic thinking and problem-solving are integral to your identity and self-expression. You may approach life with a sense of strategy and foresight, and others may see you as someone who is wise and insightful. Pallas in the 2nd House: Values, resources, and personal possessions are important themes in your strategic approach. You may apply your intelligence and problem-solving skills to financial matters or to enhance your sense of security and stability. Pallas in the 3rd House: Communication, learning, and intellectual pursuits are emphasized in your strategic thinking. You may excel in fields that require logical analysis and clear communication. Siblings and neighbors may play a role in your strategic plans. Pallas in the 4th House: Family, home, and emotional security are central to your strategic approach. You may apply your intelligence to create a harmonious home environment or to resolve family conflicts. Real estate and property matters may interest you strategically. Pallas in the 5th House: Creativity, self-expression, and children (if applicable) are emphasized in your strategic endeavors. You may approach creative projects or hobbies with a sense of planning and purpose. Romantic relationships may involve strategic thinking and problem-solving. Pallas in the 6th House: Service, routines, and health are integral to your strategic approach. You may excel in organizing and optimizing daily tasks or in fields related to health and well-being. Your work environment may benefit from your strategic insights. Pallas in the 7th House: Partnerships, relationships, and collaborations are key areas of strategic focus for you. You may excel in negotiating and finding solutions that benefit both parties. Legal matters and contracts may interest you strategically. Pallas in the 8th House: Intimacy, shared resources, and transformation play significant roles in your strategic thinking. You may apply your intelligence to delve into deep psychological insights or to manage shared financial matters effectively. Crisis management may be an area of strength. Pallas in the 9th House: Philosophy, beliefs, and higher learning influence your strategic approach. You may excel in fields related to teaching, law, or philosophy, where strategic thinking and broad perspectives are valued. Travel and cultural exchanges may interest you strategically. Pallas in the 10th House: Career, public image, and achievements are important in how you express strategic qualities. You may apply your intelligence to leadership roles, long-term goals, or projects that enhance your professional reputation. Strategic planning may drive your career success. Pallas in the 11th House: Friendships, groups, and social causes are emphasized in your strategic endeavors. You may excel in organizing collective efforts, advocating for social justice, or leading community initiatives. Networking may be a strategic strength. Pallas in the 12th House: Spirituality, hidden strengths, and unconscious patterns influence your strategic thinking. You may apply your intelligence to explore metaphysical realms, psychoanalysis, or charitable endeavors behind the scenes. Healing and spiritual growth may be strategic goals.

Pallas in the Signs

Aries: Pallas in Aries strategizes with courage, initiative, and independence. You approach challenges with a direct and assertive style, often pioneering new paths and solutions. Taurus: Pallas in Taurus strategizes with patience, persistence, and practicality. You excel in planning for long-term stability and security, applying a methodical approach to achieve tangible results. Gemini: Pallas in Gemini strategizes with versatility, curiosity, and adaptability. You thrive on gathering information, brainstorming ideas, and finding innovative solutions through communication and networking. Cancer: Pallas in Cancer strategizes with empathy, intuition, and nurturing care. You excel in understanding emotional dynamics, nurturing relationships, and creating secure foundations for growth. Leo: Pallas in Leo strategizes with creativity, confidence, and leadership. You approach challenges with a bold and charismatic style, focusing on inspiring others and achieving recognition. Virgo: Pallas in Virgo strategizes with precision, analysis, and practical problem-solving. You excel in detail-oriented planning, organization, and implementing efficient strategies for improvement. Libra: Pallas in Libra strategizes with diplomacy, balance, and fairness. You excel in negotiating agreements, promoting harmony, and finding win-win solutions in partnerships and collaborations. Scorpio: Pallas in Scorpio strategizes with depth, insight, and transformative power. You approach challenges with strategic intensity, delving into hidden truths and leveraging psychological insights. Sagittarius: Pallas in Sagittarius strategizes with optimism, exploration, and philosophical insight. You excel in strategic planning that broadens horizons, promotes growth, and aligns with ethical principles. Capricorn: Pallas in Capricorn strategizes with ambition, discipline, and long-term vision. You excel in strategic planning that emphasizes responsibility, achievement, and building enduring structures. Aquarius: Pallas in Aquarius strategizes with innovation, humanitarianism, and progressive thinking. You excel in strategic planning that fosters social change, embraces diversity, and promotes collective goals. Pisces: Pallas in Pisces strategizes with compassion, imagination, and spiritual insight. You approach challenges with a strategic focus on healing, creativity, and transcending boundaries.

Pallas in Aspects

Conjunctions: A conjunction of Pallas with another planet intensifies the influence of that planet on your strategic thinking and problem-solving abilities. For example, Pallas conjunct Mercury emphasizes strategic thinking in communication and decision-making, while Pallas conjunct Mars highlights strategic actions and assertiveness. Sextiles and Trines: These harmonious aspects indicate ease and support in integrating the energies of Pallas and the other planet involved. For example, Pallas sextile Venus suggests strategic planning that enhances relationships and creative pursuits, while Pallas trine Jupiter indicates strategic growth and expansion through optimism and opportunity. Squares and Oppositions: These challenging aspects can indicate tension or conflict that needs to be addressed in strategic planning and problem-solving. For example, Pallas square Saturn might indicate challenges in implementing long-term strategies or facing limitations, while Pallas opposition Uranus could highlight a need to balance innovative thinking with practical considerations.

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coco-loco-nut · 1 year ago

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Forza Red Bull

Pairing: Max x Best Friend Reader

Summary: You have a big decision to make, stick with Red Bull or move to Ferrari

A/n: changing when the driver's press conference is for the plot. Thanks for the request!! I loved writing this

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It is getting increasingly harder to hide your trips to the Ferrari motorhome, where you are negotiating a potential contract. Fred has been talking with you the latter half of the season, just waiting on a phone call from you, one that you are reluctant to take despite it being an offer you can't otherwise refuse.

Your contract ends after this season and Red Bull is waiting until after the season to offer you a new contract, despite them knowing your requests. To you, Red Bull’s waiting says everything. They aren’t confident in you, and they don’t want you.

Carlos is leaving the Ferrari team, having gotten a better seat elsewhere. Most F1 fans believe Ferrari will be signing Ollie Bearman or Arthur Leclerc.

"Y/n, it's a beautiful day for racing," Max wraps his arm around your shoulders, fresh from a workout. The hot Abu Dhabi air doesn't help the sweat.

"Ew, Max, get off of me, you smell," you gag for the added effect.

"I'm wounded, my own teammate and best friend?" Max places his hand over his heart.

"Go shower than we can talk. I stopped dealing with sweaty Max after karting," you shove him off of you. Max rolls his eyes, heading to shower while you beeline for coffee.

Your heart hurts while greeting the staff you have grown to love since you joined the team in 2021. Hannah sits down beside you.

"How are you feeling today?" she asks, handing you a pastry.

"Good, I think I have a shot at winning today, hopefully with your brilliant strategy I will," you smile hopefully, one that drops as you see her cringe a little.

"About that, Christian wants you to defend," Hannah tells you, you can feel the anger building. You have been so close to beating Max last year and the championship is just within your grasp, you need this win. You should've known better, you were brought onto the team for your ability to defend. She shouldn’t even be warning you about Christian’s strategy, but she has a soft spot for you as a friend.

"Hannah, please," your eyes beg her to give you the better strategy.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," she whispers, the one person on pit wall you thought that was on your side other than your race engineer. You swallow your pride and nod, looking away.

"Understood, I'll defend," you say after a second.

"You are a wonderful teammate and driver, Max is lucky to have you," her comforting words fall flat. Max. Your best friend and fiercest competition.

"I have to go to the press conference," you say, standing up and walking away.

"Y/n? Everything okay?" Pierre asks, you two weren't close, but you were a part of a group chat for drivers who are traumatized by Red Bull, one that you had often joked that you don't belong in. Now you know why Daniel added you.

"Red Bull," you huff angrily.

"I'm sorry," Pierre doesn't know why he's apologizing, but he can certainly empathize with you. The two of you walk to the conference together. You weren't close with Pierre, but you aren't enemies either.

You receive the first question of the conference.

"Y/n, you've been strong in free practice and qualifying. How are you feeling going into today, knowing that these are crucial points in your battle with your teammate, Max? Especially since you were in this position last year," the interviewer asks.

"Wow, starting off strong. Um, yeah, the car has felt great all weekend, I feel great going into today. It's always so much fun to race with Max, something I've had the privilege to do since we were karting together. Max got the win last year, so I hope I can secure it for myself this year," You say, hoping that satisfies the question. It does, at least until the journalists.

"How is Red Bull handling the driver situation, seeing that you and Max are both fighting for a championship," the journalist asks.

"Obviously the team wants us both to succeed, they will have a winner either way. I'm really glad to be with a team that supports both of us that way," you lie through your teeth, knowing that Christian wants Max to win. There is a reason that the Red Bull PR team loves you doing press conferences. You can feel Pierre, Carlos, and Daniel looking at you, knowing that you are likely lying, they just aren't sure which part.

"Good luck today, Y/n, if someone is going to beat me, I want it to be my best friend. If it isn't this year, I know you will take next year's Red Bull to the top," Max hugs you. Your anger dissolves for a moment, you aren't mad at him. He makes a great point, you already have a great relationship with Red Bull, you love it here, even if Christian makes you mad sometimes. Ferrari is, well, Ferrari. The car isn't as good and the strategy is lacking. You are smart, you know Red Bull is the better team, and Christian can't ignore your ability after this season.

"Thank you, Maxie. I hope you lose," he can't help but to laugh with you. You go into your driver's room to text your agent, letting them know which team you chose.

"Y/n, are you sure?" She asks over the phone, calling you immediately.

"I am," your agent agrees to let both teams know, only asking you to call her after the race.

You get ahead later in the race, wheel to wheel with Max as you battle for P1. You know Red Bull isn't going to show their hand that they want Max to win yet.

Y/n, let Max overtake

The instructions flow through your earpiece, you push harder.

No. Max can take the win from my cold dead hands. That's a team order, Y/n I don't give a shit. Tell Christrian and Hannah to fuck off.

Max is a bit confused why you aren't letting him pass, GP told him he was getting the overtake, but he respects you wanting to fight. You ignore your engineer trying to get you to follow team directions.

Y/n, I'm saying this as your friend, your race engineer for the past 3 years. Max has the faster pace, you have to let him pass before you end up in a crash

You hold back the tears in your eyes, as you watch Max slide in front of you, taking P1.

It's not fair. I know, keep fighting. We will get it next season. I will hold you to that. Red Bull owes me that much.

You keep your helmet on after the race, not letting the cameras see you cry. Max immediately finds you after weigh-ins.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, I didn't know they were going to do that," Max says, pulling you into a hug.

"I knew. Hannah told me this morning," you do your best not to take your anger out on him.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've fought for you, you're my best friend," Max asks, confused.

"I didn't want you to throw your race for me,"

"This isn't happening next year, I will make Christian understand that. You fought so hard for the win, you deserved it," Max tells you and you nod.

"I know, I'm negotiating it into my contract. I have to go pee and make it look like I wasn't crying. I'll see you in a minute," you tell Max, purposefully being ambiguous like you have the past couple months, going into the private bathroom to make the quick call, getting your phone from your assistant.

"You have the green light to announce your contract," she says before you hang up. You subtly give your phone back and head to the podium.

"That was one hell of a fight, is Red Bull mad at you for ignoring team orders, even though you did give up the spot?" You are asked after the podium by Sky Sports.

"Probably, not that it matters much now since it was the last race of the season," you shrug.

"You have yet to announce your contract renewal with Red Bull, will you be negotiating the team orders part?" Another asks.

"Yeah, I will be making sure any future contracts don't allow something like today to happen again. Red Bull has been waiting because of my salary increase. Which is why I will be joining Scuderia Ferrari next season," you say, dropping the bomb. You had been tempted to say Forza Ferrari over the team radio.

Max looks at you in disbelief and hurt. You don't comment after that, electing to leave the room and go back to your driver's room. Charles nods supportively at you, having been informed already about his new teammate.

"Y/n, open the door," you hear Max's voice on the other side a few minutes after you change.

"Max, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I made the decision minutes before the race," your voice cracks a little.

"How long have you been talking to them?"

"Since after summer break,"

"Damn it! Why didn't you tell me, I could've helped you," Max looks utterly broken.

"Because you needed to focus on your racing. Even if I stayed things would be good for a few races then they would go back to how they are now. Red Bull will always choose you. I'm not mad at you for it, please know that," you plead a little as Max pulls away from you.

"You knew you were changing teams for half of the season and didn't tell me. You are going to our rival. You are supposed to be my best friend,"

"I am your best friend, Maxie, I wasn't allowed to say anything,"

"Don't call me that, I can't be friends with someone who doesn't trust me," Max gets up and leaves.

"Max! Max, please come back," you cry, a hole in your heart. You leave the paddock discreetly and go back to your hotel room. Usually, you'd be celebrating with Max, but now you don't know what to do. There is a knock on your door, you hope it's Max,

Daniel, Pierre, Yuki, Carlos, and Alex stand at your door with wine, a cake that reads 'Fuck Red Bull' and another that reads 'The real WDC winner'.

"Max is a dickhead," Daniel offers as you let them into your room. Despite Daniel's good relationship with Christian, he knows right from wrong.

"Thanks, guys. How did you even get cakes like this last minute?" you say, happy to celebrate with them.

“It’s a secret,” Yuki smiles secretively.

"Sorry, Y/n, you deserved the win. I'm glad you are taking my seat at Ferrari," Carlos says, patting your shoulder.

"Let's get drunk, eat cake, then go to the club," Pierre suggests, a plan that you all quickly agree to. Yuki and Alex show you the massive support you are receiving online and the backlash Red Bull is getting. It is comforting, you just wish your best friend was here.

Twitter has a field day with the squad you roll up to the bars with, but they all ask the same question, where's Max. It takes until testing for you to comment on it.

"You shocked the world after announcing a move to Ferrari not long after being forced to lose the world championship. Any harsh feelings towards Max Verstappen following last year's drama?" you are asked right away.

"None. Other drivers might be mad or take it out on the track, but at the end of the day, it wasn't his call, it was Red Bulls. Obviously, it sucks to lose someone who was your best friend, but everything happens for a reason. I can't wait to drive equally with my teammate and have the Tifosi support," you say, catching Max watching you out of the corner of your eye. He is obviously still upset. You ignore him, he can find you when he is ready to apologize.

"If she had told me what she was planning on doing, maybe we would be friends still, but I can't be friends with people who lie to me and are traitors," Max says when asked for his opinion. Max only apologized after you won the season with Ferrari, you think it was because Charles and Daniel forced him to. You are just happy to have your friend back.

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wing-ed-thing · 8 months ago

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Formal Robes (Tobirama Senju x Reader)

Synopsis: Tobirama comes to speak with you before your wedding ceremony. It would mark your first full conversation with him alone, although he wasn't your first choice in a partner.

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Arranged Marriage, Non-Sexual Partial Nudity, Reader has Muscle

Notes: I've run out of Tobirama gifs and panels

Tobirama was the more stoic of the two Senju brothers and the one you had least preferred an arrangement with. Introductions were brief and under the scrutiny of others, but much became abundantly clear: Hashirama and Tobirama were vastly different, and your chances of marrying Hashirama swiftly dropped to zero.

A marriage with Hashirama had been the original plan. The village was newly united, and if the joining of several powerful clans was going to work, the people needed a surefire contract to seal the deal. You anticipated as much. Even when everything was just beginning to be set into motion, you knew that the united clans were more than likely to carry things out the old-fashioned way.

“You appear disappointed.”

You realized you hadn’t said anything when Tobirama had slipped into your room. The wedding robes he wore draped over his shoulders nicely, but you couldn’t help but consider that he held himself militantly. That part didn’t bother you as much. You probably held yourself the same with some extra, unflattering muscle in your arms and shoulders from striking hot metals with blunt tools. The build of your bodies seemed to be just another remnant of a past everyone seemed to be trying to leave behind.

“You need not try to spare my feelings,” he said with the slightest jump of his brows. His striking red eyes pinned down your gaze. “I do believe in approaching these things practically.” “And what is practically in this instance?” you were quick to challenge.

Practically. The word in and of itself exemplified exactly what set Tobirama apart from his brother.

You couldn’t help but note the slight narrowing of his gaze as he tried to figure you out. Despite the fact that you were to be united in mere hours, skepticism still held both of you on edge. It was only in recent recollection that you’ve come out of wartime.

“We are hardly acquainted. I would like to make our combined lives together as painless as can be helped. Do you not agree?”

“Painless? I suppose it is preferable to painful,” you hummed, turning your attention elsewhere in the room.

Tobirama didn’t move as you wandered to the full-length mirror, observing your reflection toying with how your formal robes draped over your form. They were a bit too tight for your liking, not good for swinging motions with your arms or jumping through trees. Although, you supposed there was no place for such actions at a wedding. You tried to chalk it up to being unable to recall if you’d ever worn something so fancy before. If you had to guess, Tobirama wasn’t used to wearing formal garb either.

Tobirama, the second son of Senju, would be your husband in a matter of moments. Between all the big players who had surrounded the negotiation tables, you knew that a union with the Senju was integral to the longevity of this new village. And with your clan’s presence when it came to weapon manufacturing, an arrangement was imminent.

But when it came down to it, the Uzumaki appeared to have outbid you for dibs on the two Senju brothers. Perhaps playing both sides and providing resources to the Uchiha and Senju alike was a poor strategy with unity in mind, especially when compared to the Uzumaki, who had been allied to the Senju for generations. Your clan’s past discretions didn’t appear severe enough to ban your clan from negotiations entirely, but they were unforgotten enough to land you with Tobirama.

You continued watching the mirror reflection as Tobirama approached behind you. He placed one hand on your shoulder and the other along the thick fabric that graced your opposite bicep.

“If I may,” he started. His voice was soft. “Formal robes do not suit you.”

“Is that right?” you hummed, paying little mind to how he slid the sleeve from your shoulder. Little by little, the fabric revealed the skin below from your neck all the way down your arm. The stiffness of the layers kept most of your chest obscured, but out from the shell of your stuffy robes emerged a defined collarbone. “You wish you undress me already, husband?”

“Nay. I do not speak with vulgarity.” Tobirama shook his head, stopping his hand as the shoulder of your robes sat about mid-bicep. “For formal robes cover your hard work.”

Even relaxed, your history and the traditions of your people were painted across your skin and ingrained in your very body. You had a form passed down for generations and functional strength that served you well during wartime.

And perhaps you felt lost in a time of peace.

“Is it not the same for you?”

You eyed the scarred hands that sat with a firm presence on your arms. You could feel his proximity behind you. The place where his robes crossed over his chest stuck out slightly, occasionally brushing your back as Tobirama breathed. You felt him sigh.

“There will be time for the invention of new jutsu, I am sure.”

You met his eyes in the mirror before turning to face him.

“You are sure?” you repeated with skepticism.

Tobirama’s mouth opened to reply, but his mustered voice collapsed into a huff. It was a breath mixed somewhere between a breath and a laugh, and for whatever reason, it made you smile.

“Ah,” you hummed. “So we are in it together. You have little idea of what the future holds as much as I.”

Tobirama’s gaze softened as the room around you stilled. With the snap of his robes, Tobirama dropped to one knee. He didn’t touch you nor ask for anything in return as he bowed his head slightly, letting his eyes close.

“In a matter of time, we will be known as souls from the old days, and only small threads of our lives will be passed at random to the generations to come.” Tobirama raised his head, regarding you with stern sincerity as he met your eyes. “I do not know you, and you do not know me, but as your husband, I vow to uplift you in your way of life until we are lost to history together.”

A deep pang reverberated through your chest as you stared into Tobirama’s red irises. Slowly, you lowered yourself to your knees to meet him. You propped yourself up on your heels, placing your hands on your thighs to kneel on the floor before him.

“I have little to offer you and even less to vow,” you spoke, your voice almost a whisper, “But as long as we are unified, I will stay by your side as progress passes us by as your partner in this life. A partner, a friend, a confidant. Whatever we grow to be, I vow to be a true companion.”

The room remained still even as the noise swelled outside. Voices grew closer, and celebratory instruments sounded in the distance. Tobirama continued to hold your gaze.

“I think they are looking for us,” you whispered, holding steady eye contact.

“I think so,” Tobirama whispered back, lost in your gaze. And when he tore his lingering stare away, you couldn’t help the beat of disappointment that reverberated in your chest.

Tobirama picked himself up, offering you a hand as he stood. You ignored him, standing on your feet yourself as you reconfigured your robes. You turned back to the mirror, busying yourself with retying some fabric as you pretended to ignore Tobirama’s moment of hesitation.

“I suppose I will see you.”

You laughed. An ugly snort tore from you.

“At our own wedding, no less!” You rolled your eyes playfully as you heard Tobirama shuffle to the door.

It opened before you heard it close. The ceremony would be any moment.

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