#formula one flu

[nebuladreamerrr]

Treasure hunt | Lewis Hamilton x Fem Reader

Summary: Lewis can't help but reminisce about all the special memories he's created with his daughter over her three years of life. However, on her birthday, it's not his daughter who is surprised—it’s him.

Warnings: English is not my first language

Everyone moved swiftly around him, but for Lewis, time had come to a standstill. He struggled to grasp the fact that his daughter was growing up—his baby was no longer a baby—and he couldn't help but fear the day she would no longer seek his help and protection for the little things.

Y/N tried to soothe him, gently reminding him that his princess would always be his princess. And it was true: even though Abby was already three years old, she still sought her father’s company every chance she got. From the moment she woke up, the first thing she did was crawl into bed to snuggle against Lewis’s chest, where he would carefully wrap her in his arms and softly stroke her hair.

This simple gesture brightened the day for both Abby and her father, and they both struggled whenever he had a race week, which meant being apart from his little girl. However, over time, they had developed routines to make those days of separation more bearable. During those weeks, phone calls were constant; barely a moment passed without them talking, except when Lewis had to train, deal with the media, or attend important meetings. He also made sure to show Abby everything happening around him, hoping that the following year she could attend one of his races and see him in action.

A gentle tap on his back pulled him from his thoughts. He turned quickly, expecting someone from the decoration team to need his help, but he relaxed when he saw his wife standing in front of him.

"They just put up the garlands with Abby’s pictures if you’d like to take a look," she whispered, caressing his face before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"I’ll go now, my love," Lewis replied with a grateful smile.

He knew that these little details weren’t just important for his daughter, but also for maintaining his connection with his family amidst the whirlwind of his career as a driver.

Excited and filled with anticipation, he began to look at the pictures one by one. To his surprise, no one else was there observing them. It seemed like everyone had wanted to give him this moment to himself—a unique, intimate instant that he could cherish forever. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to share his emotions with the guests, but he also understood that his career had made him a public figure, attracting those who were only interested in gathering information about his private life, ready to exploit it whenever it suited them.

It wasn’t that this disturbed him too much; he had always been a reserved person, even before becoming famous. But over the years, the invasion of his privacy had become intolerable. Fortunately, this party was attended only by his family, a few close friends who had been with him and Y/N since the beginning of their relationship—to the point that they were already considered family—and some fellow Formula 1 drivers. Among them was George, his former teammate, who had witnessed many of his first moments as a father.

Lewis smiled as he recalled the day he found out Y/N was in labor. It had happened in the middle of a team meeting where they were discussing car improvements. Upon receiving the news, his mind went into such a nervous state that, had he driven himself to the hospital, he probably would have needed medical attention as well. Luckily, George was there and, without hesitation, drove him to the hospital, ensuring that he arrived in time to welcome his daughter.

As Lewis looked at the pictures, he couldn’t help but smile, but one in particular caught his attention. It was decorated with a small embossed sticker, glitter, and pink-toned details, giving it a special and intimate touch. In the image, he and Abby were the main subjects, captured in a unique moment—just after Lewis had returned from long weeks of racing.

To unwind and make up for lost time, they had decided to go to the park. It was a hot day, so nothing seemed better than enjoying an ice cream in the small private park near their home. That place was accessible only to neighborhood residents, meaning they could relax without worrying about curious onlookers or photographers trying to snap secret pictures.

Below the photo, a note written in black ink read: "In this picture, we’re eating ice cream at the park. Look for a place in the house where we always keep cold things."

A little disoriented but excited, Lewis headed toward the fridge. As he walked through the house, he couldn’t help but smile at the number of people enjoying the party, entertaining Abby with games and laughter. He also felt a deep warmth seeing Y/N surrounded by her childhood friends—those who, despite time and distance, had always been there. Whether it was sending her encouraging messages during exam season, gifts and letters on special occasions, or sharing unforgettable moments like her wedding day, where they had been her bridesmaids—something that had deeply moved Y/N.

When Lewis reached the kitchen, he was puzzled not to find a note stuck to the fridge. He frowned, unsure if he had misunderstood the clue, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to open the refrigerator. He smiled tenderly when he found another photograph inside, along with a small note.

The image captured one of the most special moments for him: storytime. In the photo, Lewis was lying in bed with Abby snuggled against his chest, listening intently as he read from a small book. The note read: "Our stories always connect us to our biggest dreams."

The card was decorated with a small moon, and as he read it, Lewis understood the next clue: "Look under the pillow where, as you rest, your imagination never ceases."

Growing more excited with the game, he headed to his bedroom and carefully lifted one of the pillows. There, he found another note, written on star-patterned cardstock and cut into the shape of a star.

"Look in the garland for a photo where we're cooking together."

Wasting no time, Lewis returned to the garland and began examining the photos until he found the right one. In the image, the three of them were in the kitchen: Abby beaming with excitement, Lewis placing a tray of cookies into the oven, and Y/N holding all the ingredient jars she could find to decorate them. Abby always insisted that "when it comes to food, more is always better," and for her, no combination was too crazy. Chocolate, honey, and strawberries on a single cookie? Why not? The more colorful ingredients, the better.

The note accompanying the photo read: "We love sweet things, but where do we usually keep them in this house?"

Lewis paused for a moment to think. He and Y/N maintained a healthy lifestyle, and due to his career, Lewis had to be especially mindful of his diet. They didn’t typically keep sweets readily available… until he suddenly remembered something.

With a spark of realization, he headed to the kitchen, to the shelf where they stored candies and treats for special occasions—Christmas, Halloween, or celebrations like this one.

There, carefully placed, he found a small box with a note that said: "Open it to discover your treasure."

Inside the box, Lewis found a drawing that Abby had lovingly made. In the illustration, two large figures were floating over the city in a hot air balloon. In her sweet—though slightly wobbly—childlike handwriting, it read:

"Daddy, you are my favorite superhero. The best daddy in the world."

In that moment, Lewis understood everything. He didn’t need to worry about the future or about how his relationship with Abby would change as she grew. It didn’t matter if one day she stopped seeking his help for everything, if she went through a rebellious phase, or even if she decided to follow in his footsteps in motorsports—something that, to be honest, terrified him, and he had never been shy about admitting it publicly.

To Abby, he was already the best dad in the world, and that was the only thing that truly mattered. Even if he sometimes wondered if he was doing enough, even if he constantly looked for ways to be better, the truth was that, in her eyes, he was already more than enough. At the end of the day, no opinion from journalists, fans, or strangers would ever matter as much as that of his own family.

[f1proyapper]

day 22 without F1 I woke up to rumors about Charles getting engaged? max finally put a ring on him? congrats 🎉

[jpnriikicore]

── sweet baby

paring charles leclerc x mom!reader, word count 328, genre fluff, summary in which a mom has to cancel her date with a formula one driver due to her son having the flu, ( masterlist )

a familiar rhythmic knock on your apartment door. the apartment was pretty clean, but you were left in an elvis presley t-shirt that goes down mid-thigh with unruly hair. charles leclerc, the man you’ve been dating for a few months now. you'd never met someone quite as nice and generous as him. you extended your hand out to receive the bouquet of yellow flowers that he held. he remembered. he remembered that yellow lilies are your favorite.

he pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead as he closed the door behind him. warmth bloomed in your heart similar to a flower blooming in the spring. the endearment mon chéri fell from his lips.

you’ve exchanged the aging pink lilies with the new bouquet of yellow ones in the vase that you designed in pottery class sitting on her windowsill above the sink.

black and white reruns play on the tv at a low volume. your baby boy face first on the couch with his car toys scattered on the living room carpet. noah, your kid holding tightly onto his bear stuff toy and dressed in their teddy bear onesie. he scoops up the kid in his arms gently cradling him.

you weren’t going to leave your kid with a high fever in the care of somebody else who wasn’t you. even after you decided to stay home with your kid who needed care. the babysitter called saying they had to cancel anyway.

you swore you'd never been so in love before. the sun rays beaming through the flimsy sheen curtains perfectly lighting his face. he looked down at him and cooed as he rocked the kid gently in his big arms. his thumb rubbing over the baby’s dark full head of hair. your gaze filled with love and admiration. this seemed so natural. he glanced at her for a brief moment before returning his gaze to the baby in his arms.

"he’s so beautiful, mon chéri."

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[onlyangel4]

should've said no. ln4. ls2. smau.

cheater lando norris x actress!reader. logan sargeant x actress!reader.

synopsis: lando should have always known that cheating on you in a workplace of people that adore you was a terrible idea.

author's note: welcome to the first installment of the taylor swift inspired series. i hope you enjoy this one! for context reader and lando had been dating for six months. reader is australian.

faceclaim: mia healey

taylor swift series masterlist.

y/ninsta posted a story

written: having a self care day to distract myself from not being at the australian grand prix (my home race) because i am so incredibly ill and can hardly move. good luck my love.

y/ninsta posted a story tagging landonorris

written: p3 baby !!!!

y/ninsta posted a story

written: i'm sick and sad but at least i have this shirt

y/ninsta posted a story

written: i just got sent a "i'm sorry you're sick and i'm sorry your boyfriend cheated on you" care package. not how i imagined my day was gonna go.

y/ninsta posted a story tagging lilyzneimer

written: i'm finally over the flu and able to go out with lily while she is in aus !

logansargeant replied to your story: are you at all free to hangout before i go to japan, missed you !

y/ninsta: tomorrow good?

logansargeant: tomorrow's perfect i'll pick you up

y/ninsta posted a story

written: finally back on the waves

logansargeant posted a story

written: when in aus

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y/ninsta: i highly suggest going away to new zeleand for four months to film the best show ever as soon as you get cheated on. in all seriousness we just finished filming my new project the wilds and i am so excited for you guys to get to see me in my favourite project of my career. i had the best time on set even if i did have to be in freezing water for hours at a time. it was all fun and games. see you guys in december for when it releases.

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eranajames: had the best time filming with you my love

y/ninsta: it was the best

lilynziemer: so glad you are back in aus for summer break

y/ninsta: can't wait to see you when you and osc visit

user1: so sad i have to wait until december to watch mother

logansargeant

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logansargeant: the best summer break ever

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oscarpiastri: you spending summer break in australia was not what i expected

logansargeant: what can i say, i just can't keep away

user2: so logan spent his summer break in australia with a blonde. we all know what australian blonde i think it is

user3: lando really fucking fumbled if that is who i think it is

user4: if that is y/n you are now officially the hottest couple in f1

y/ninsta posted a story

written: he has a plane to catch but he won't put me down

y/nupdates posted a story

written: y/n and logan have arrived to the wilds premiere and they are officially a couple !!!

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logansargeant: the past five months with you have been the best five months ever. i love you so much and i am in awe of your talent. everyone go stream the wilds!

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y/ninsta: i love you so much, i can't wait to move america with you and start this indycar journey with you

logansargeant: so excited for our new chapter

oscarpiastri: me and lily should get points for getting you to both realise you liked each other

logansargeant: well thank you mate

user5: the funniest thing about all this is y/n is so happy in a new relationship and new chapter of her life and lando is still single after that model turned out to just be a fuck, everything worked out in y/n's favour

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[thef1diary]

Neighbour’s Shower | D. Ricciardo

Summary: You are Daniel Ricciardo's neighbour, and one hot summer day where you desperately need to take a shower, it doesn't work.

Warnings: 18+, penetrative (p in v), unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), slight breast play

word count: 3.8k

Note: did I post this on wattpad and ao3? Yes. Am I going to post it here too? Also yes.

It had been a few months since you moved to Monaco due to your dream job. You had adjusted to the Monaco lifestyle pretty quickly, and you had never been happier. Due to your new job which paid a lot more than your previous job, you were financially stable. You lived in a one bedroom apartment which is a lot bigger than it seems, but the bigger perk was your neighbour.

You actually met your neighbour when you were on your way to work, but forgot your car keys so you had to go back up the elevator. When you entered the elevator, there was a voice coming from outside asking you to hold it open and seemed to be in a hurry. You, being the polite person, held the door open but you didn't know how much your life would change after that. When the man went to press the button to his floor, he realized that you had already pressed it and quickly figured out that you were floor buddies. That instantly sparked a conversation between you two.

"I'm Daniel" he introduced himself, his accent made it clear that he wasn't monégasque. You introduced yourself too, and he repeated your name to remember yet his accent made it sound better.

Your conversation was cut short when you reached your floor but when you both got out of the elevator and started walking the same way, you realized you lived closer than you thought. "I swear I'm not following you" he joked which made you chuckle. "What makes you think that I'm not following you?" You remarked to which he let out a loud laugh. That instantly made you smile and forget that you were running late to work. It also happened to make him forget that he was rushing as well.

Surprisingly, you lived right across from each other, your two apartments were the only ones in that corner of the hall. The others were quite further. "Let me guess, you chose this apartment because of the balcony?" Daniel asked and you nodded. "Yeah, if I'm living in Monaco, I might as well make the most out of the view"

"Touché"

"I'll see you around Daniel" you spoke before entering your apartment, and you heard a "see ya" from the man.

From that day on, you two met every morning. You had early morning shifts since you preferred to be at home in the evening. One day, when the conversation of jobs came up, you found out that he was a Formula 1 driver. You didn't really follow the sport, but your father did which is how you knew about it but clearly not enough since you couldn't recognize a driver in front of you. Then you understood why he also woke up quite early, to train. You looked forward to the days you would see him and walk to the elevator with him. The conversations with Daniel really made your day. Turns out that you weren't the only one.

On the day you weren't feeling too well, you didn't go to work, but a few minutes after the time you would normally leave, you heard a knock on your door. You opened the door to see Daniel Ricciardo with a worried look on his face, a look you didn't see often. "Are you okay?" He sounded concerned. You didn't open the door fully since you didn't want to pass on the flu. "Just a bit sick. Why?"

"I thought you were a bit late so I thought I'd wait but I realized you're never late and now I'm here" he explained, noticing how weird that sounded since you didn't even have each other's phone numbers yet.

You didn't want to make the moment awkward so you joked "awh, you're worried about me? Missed me too much?" You had to turn away to sneeze but when you looked back at him he nodded. "Yeah, I actually like talking to you in the morning, it kinda makes my day" he admitted. You didn't know how to respond to that.

You noted the time "you're gonna be late for your training, don't make your trainer wait too long or he might make you do extra cardio"

"But you're sick" he stated like that was supposed to change anything. "I took the day off. I'll be fine"

You were still standing with only your head peeking out the door and he noticed that yet didn't say anything. "do me a favour?" He asked, and you raised your eyebrow, asking him to continue.

"Leave your door unlocked but go back to what you were doing. I'll be back in a bit" he didn't wait for your reply and headed back to his own apartment. You stood there for a few moments, trying to understand what he wanted you to do but then you did what he asked. You left the apartment door unlocked and went to your bedroom, making yourself comfortable under the covers. You two knew each other for a few weeks and based on Daniel's aura, you knew you could trust him.

You waited for a bit. Listening to the silence, waiting for the door to open. You heard it open and close after twenty minutes, then you heard footsteps and his voice. "I really hope you're not sleeping"

Your apartment had the same layout as his so he could easily figure out where which room was. He knocked on your bedroom door and once he heard you say "come in", he opened it. There he was, holding a tray in his hands. His smile was back and you definitely preferred that smile than the expression you were first met with when you opened the door.

"What's that?" You asked about the tray in his hands since you couldn't see what was on it. "Just some things to help you feel better" He had brought some homemade soup, cough drops, painkillers, and juice.

That day he stayed with you for a few hours, ensuring that you were feeling better. You usually don't like any company when you're sick, watching some shows and rest do the job but spending time with him was definitely something you didn't know you needed that day.

Now, a few weeks later, it was summertime and it was excessively hot. This week wasn't a good week unfortunately. Your car had broken down so you were forced to either take a cab or walk to work. Though you knew if you asked Daniel to drop you, he would've in an instant but he wasn't in Monaco since he had to leave for a race. You were convinced that your week was going bad because he wasn't there to cheer you up. You didn't see his smile when you first leave your apartment nor could you spend time hanging out at each other's place for a movie night.

After that day he took care of you, you exchanged numbers and became better friends. Although you texted each other a lot, it didn't feel the same. Before he left Monaco, he had given you an extra key to his apartment because he told you that some people were meant to come over for furniture deliveries. You texted him once it was over and sent him a few photos of you "living" in his apartment. You pretended to cook in his kitchen and sleep in his bedroom in those pictures but he didn't mind. He actually responded with "How come you don't do that when I'm over?"

Daniel didn't tell you when he'd be back. You had quite a long day at work and you couldn't even find a cab to go home, so you decided to walk since it was only ten minutes. Those ten minutes felt so much longer than it was. By the time you made it to the elevator, you were completely soaked with sweat. You went straight to your home and took off your clothes, making a beeline for your shower.

You turned it on to a cooler setting and held your arm under the water to feel the temperature but it was still so warm. You turned it all the way cold, but the temperature didn't change. It was way too hot for you to take a warmer shower, especially since you wanted to cool down. Unfortunately, you had already took off your clothes. You didn't want to wear those sweaty clothes again but you didn't want to ruin a clean pair of clothes either. You wrapped a towel around you and you texted your neighbour, wanting to ask him if you could use his shower but you saw an unread text message from him. He sent a message mentioning that he reached.

You groaned, it would make it so much more awkward now that he was home. You wanted to ask him if you could use his shower especially since he wasn't home. But now that he was, he would see you in a towel. A part of you didn't want to go but the other part was eager to knock on his door. These past few days, or if we're being honest, since the moment you met him, you were attracted to him. There was no doubt that he's handsome but the unholy thoughts you had about him made you feel guilty of being his friend.

There might've been times where you pleased yourself with him in mind, thinking about what he would do to you. You imagined that Daniel was really good with his tongue because of the amount of times you saw it dart out to lick his lips. You knew he'd be good with his fingers because they were quite long, knowing that he'd hit the right spots. You wondered if he was vocal, perhaps dominant and challenging you to stay quiet which he thrusted into you.

You snapped out of your daze, realizing that you were still hot but now in a different way. You were still sitting in your towel, but the desperation of washing off the sweat was overriding your rational thoughts. That's why you were standing outside Daniel's apartment door, knocking. It took him a while to open the door and you realized why. His hair was drenched and had only a towel wrapped around his waist. He called your name "what's wrong?" He asked as he pulled you in his home by your hand, not wanting anyone else to see you due to your attire.

"My shower's cold setting isn't working and it's too hot to take a warm shower" you stated, keeping your composure as you only looked at him in the eye. He urged you to continue "so I figured I'd ask you if I could use your shower?" You're self control was tested as you watched his eyes break eye contact with you and gaze down your body.

"It's quite hot today isn't it?" He asked, his gazed focused on the part of your cleavage that wasn't covered by your towel. "Yeah it is. So can I?" You asked again and he looked up at your face.

"Normally, I wouldn't mind" Daniel started as he stepped a bit closer to you, making you lean against the door. "But?" You asked.

"But, as you can see-" he paused and gestured to himself which made you finally look at him properly. His skin was glistening, some soap suds still on his shoulders. You realized your mistake. "-I wasn't done taking a shower" he completed.

You opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me" he suggested. You saw his eyes darken and that damn tongue you dreamed about darted out to lick his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise since you never thought he'd suggest something you only thought about. Your reaction made Daniel think he made a mistake by crossing the boundaries. He was stepping away and about to apologize but you reached out and pulled him in by his neck. As soon as your lips touched, he instantly held your waist, pulling the rest of your body against his.

Your towels were the only cloth blocking you from skin to skin contact but you roamed your hands down his bare chest and back. You nails made lines down his back and he moaned into your mouth, telling you that he liked it. Once you were out of breath and pulled away, he started kissing down your neck, his lips dangerously close to your breasts.

His hands roamed on your legs, inching up the back of your thighs. Daniel's hands went under your towel and gripped your ass making you let out a groan. He brought his face closer to yours but kept his eyes on your towel "let's get rid of this" he easily unwrapped the towel from around you, letting it drop to the floor. He took a look at your bare body, closed his eyes and groaned while biting his bottom lip. "Oh, you're so perfect" he complimented you.

You didn't want to be the only one completely naked so you toyed with the hem of his towel at his waist to hint at what you want. You decided to tease him a bit and not take it off yet, despite how much you wanted to. Your hand wandered down, tracing his abs and v line. Then, you delicately placed your hand around his cock through the towel, feeling how hard it was. You slowly moved your hand up and down, the friction from the towel making him groan. You loved how vocal he was despite how little you were touching him.

While your hand was on his cock, his hands were cupping your breasts. To tease you back, he circled around your nipple, watching it harden but not touching it. Then his thumb and first finger pinched your nipple, slightly tugging it to see your reaction. You felt euphoric, no one had actually paid attention to your breasts before as much as he did, and god you loved it.

You two still had to shower but before you could say anything, Daniel had seemed to read you mind because he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his dick rub against the one place you really want it. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn't realize you were already in the bathroom, nor did you realize you were moving your hips to create more friction.

"So impatient huh?" He teased. Daniel placed you on the countertop beside the sink and leaned in to kiss you again. You watched him turn on the shower and then faced you before taking off his towel. You looked at him, your gaze going lower and lower until you saw what you wanted to see. His cock was hard, precum leaking out but what also caught your eye were his tattoos on his thigh. You saw parts of it before when he wore shorts belonging to his merch but you never saw where it started. It was higher up on his thigh and you almost drooled at the sight.

He walked in the shower which was big enough for two people and looked at you before gesturing you to join him. You instantly got off the countertop and made your way towards him, kissing him passionately underneath the shower head. His kisses were so addicting, and you would happily get drunk on them. Roaming your hand further down, you reached his cock but this time there wasn't a towel to stop you from properly feeling him. You ran your hand up and down his length, sliding your thumb across the tip.

You pecked his lips once more before going down on your knees. You looked up at him and he adored the sight of you on your knees. Placing your hands on the back of his thighs, you placed a kiss on the top of his tattoo, tracing the rest of it with your tongue. It was quite close to his dick but not close enough, he wanted your mouth on him.

"Baby please" he whispered, feeling vulnerable and you were enjoying every moment of it. You placed a kiss on his tip, sucking slightly then releasing it and blowing on it. "Keep teasing me and you'll pay for it" he warned. As much as you wanted to test his limits, you were so, so desperate to taste him. You licked his cock from the base up and swirled your tongue around his tip then finally taking him in your mouth. You tried to take as much as you could without choking and massaged the rest with your hand.

You felt his hand grip your hair slightly tugging on it which made you release a moan around his cock. "Fucking hell, you look so pretty on your knees for me" he commented. While sucking on his cock, you looked up at him and immediately made eye contact with him.

You went on for a few more moments but felt Daniel tugging on your hair and pulled you up by holding the back of your neck. He wasn't agressive, in fact it was just the right amount of force to make you need him more. He wiped the drool off your face with his thumb "your mouth is fucking perfect but I need to taste you"

You saw the man go down on his knees and it was such a hot sight to see. He took your right leg and placed it on his shoulder. It brought your core extremely close to his mouth and he immediately flattened his tongue to lick your folds. Collecting the wetness, he moaned at your taste making you cry out due to the pleasure from both his tongue and the vibrations. You tugged on his wet curls on his head, pushing him even closer to you. He used the tip of his tongue to tease your clit, then went down to slip inside you. He followed that movement a few more times before teasing his fingers around your entrance. "Daniel please"

He moved his mouth away from you, you were almost whining at the loss "please what?" He asked as he slid a finger in then back out. "Use your words darling"

"I need you. Your tongue, your cock. Just fuck me please" You managed to speak up and he was pleased with the answer because he attached his mouth to your core again but going brutally fast. He slid in two fingers with ease, and quickly added another. He wanted to make you cum around his fingers and mouth. And that's exactly what you did. You didn't even have time to give him a warning but your moans that were getting louder was his sign that you were close. You closed your eyes and placed a hand on the shower wall and another on his shoulder to brace yourself.

He stood up, still holding on to you and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. "Mhm taste that? That's all you baby. You taste amazing and if it were up to me, I'd make you cum on my tongue until you can't anymore" he whispered dirty words in your ear and you really wanted him to do what he says. But right now, you wanted his cock more than anything.

You rolled your eyes in pleasure at that thought "I need you, so bad" you muttered against his lips and he was more than glad to fulfill your needs.

He picked you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. Holding you up against the wall, he pushed his cock inside you and you would've been embarrassed at how easily it slid in but you were overcome with pleasure. Daniel watched as your pussy was soaking and every time he thrusted, the wet sounds were heard over the sound of the shower. You arched your back closer to him and he took your nipple in his mouth. Slightly grazing his teeth across your sensitive peaks, it made your head fall against the wall in pleasure.

Already orgasmed once, you quickly reached that point again and since you teased him, he told you that he wasn't going to last long either. He sucked the skin on your breasts, making purple marks that would last a while, reminding you of this exact moment. When he pulled away, you kissed alongside his neck but was afraid to make any marks until he spoke. "Don't be shy. I know you want to" that urged you to paint his tanned skin with purple marks.

Daniel trailed a hand down, putting pleasurable pressure on your clit which was the breaking point for you. You orgasmed on his cock, and feeling your pussy pulsing, he reached his peak as well.

He still held you up, looking at you with a smile on his face and you were sure that your smile was just as big. "That was-" "fucking amazing" you cut him off and he nodded, agreeing with you.

He slid out of you, placing you on the ground and you realized that your knees were weak. He poured the shampoo in his hands and started massaging your head. Following his ministrations, you took some shampoo in your hands and softly scrubbed through his curls. Washing it away, you repeated the process with conditioner then shower gel. You were using his products, which made you smell like him.

He took the shower gel in his hands, and emulsified it before placing his hands on your body. Starting off with your shoulders, then your back. Your back was against him as he brought his hands over your breasts, paying special attention to them once again. Then he did your legs but made sure to rinse his hands before getting to the apex of your thighs. You were incredibly sensitive there so you shivered at his touch. "You still want more?" You asked him, facing the man.

"Now that I got a taste of you, I need more" he replied. "You did make me a promise" you mentioned, referring to the words he said earlier about making you cum multiple times on his tongue. "I did and I will fulfill it" he winked before getting out of the shower and drying himself off while you rinsed your body. He was holding another towel for you and dried you off as well. During that, he had another question "has anyone given you a nipple orgasm?" Daniel asked which made you blush feverishly. You shook your head "no, I don't think that's possible"

Daniel's eyes sparkled, and you knew what he was thinking. "There's always a first for everything" he wrapped the towel around you and cupped your breasts over the towel "they definitely deserve the attention" he rested his head in the crook of your neck and you look at your reflections in the mirror.

[azzifudd10]

Somewhere To Land

Chapter 6: New Beginnings

The first thing Azzi noticed when she woke up was the silence — the rare kind that only came in the calm before a storm. Monday loomed like a dark cloud on the horizon, but right now, the weekend stretched out in front of her like a gift. Her last full two days with Eli before work.

She rolled over, gaze landing on the baby monitor. Eli was still sleeping, arms flung out, his soft belly rising and falling in the crib she’d pulled beside her bed the night before. He looked so peaceful, like nothing in the world could touch him.

Azzi rubbed her eyes, then slid out of bed.

The first thing she did was make pancakes shaped like stars.

By the time Eli woke with a raspy giggle and sleepy eyes, the apartment smelled like cinnamon and syrup. She scooped him into her arms and pressed a kiss to his curly head.

“Good morning, sweet boy. You ready to hang out with Mommy all day?”

He babbled in response, clutching her hoodie with one hand and patting her cheek with the other.

They ate together — or rather, Azzi ate while Eli smeared mashed banana and pancake bits across the tray of his highchair and smiled proudly. She didn’t even mind the mess. She took pictures. Videos. She made a whole folder on her phone just titled “Last Weekend.”

10:34 a.m.

They went to the park.

Azzi packed a blanket, snacks, sunscreen, toys, and a worn copy of Corduroy. She laid it all out under a shady tree and let Eli crawl in the grass, giggling whenever a breeze lifted his curls or a ladybug landed near him.

She read aloud while he played with a teether, pausing only when he leaned his head on her thigh, eyes heavy. She brushed her fingers through his hair and whispered, “I’m going to miss this so much.”

He didn’t answer, of course. But in that moment, his warm weight against her legs, the way his fingers curled into the edge of her shirt — it felt like he understood.

Azzi – Sunday, 8:18 a.m.

By Sunday, it had started to sink in.

The toys scattered across the living room. The bassinet shoved awkwardly between the couch and the window. The narrow kitchen counter where she stacked formula and bottles. The pile of bills under a magnet shaped like a cat.

She loved this apartment. It had been her first place on her own.

But it felt like it was shrinking around her.

Azzi sat on the couch while Eli napped and opened her laptop. Just out of curiosity, she told herself. Just to see what was out there.

She typed in “2-bedroom apartment, Dallas, washer/dryer in unit.”

One of the first listings that caught her eye It was perfect everything she had wanted.

2:01 p.m.

Azzi held Eli on her hip, diaper bag slung over her shoulder, and rang the buzzer. The leasing agent met her in the lobby, smiling wide.

“Come on up! It’s a quiet unit — great lighting, top floor, freshly painted.”

The elevator ride felt too fast. Her heart thudded harder with every ding.

When the doors opened and they stepped out into the hallway, Azzi’s breath caught in her throat..

“This is it,” the agent said, unlocking the door.

Azzi stepped inside.

The apartment was larger than hers — open floor plan, big windows, new flooring. The second bedroom was perfect for a nursery. There was even a little balcony with space for plants.

Eli squealed and flailed his arms, clearly in love with the echo his laugh made in the empty room.

Azzi smiled faintly. “You like it, huh?”

The agent handed her a folder. “Take your time. Let me know if you want to apply.”

Sunday Night – 9:57 p.m.

Azzi sat on her couch, Eli asleep in her lap, her laptop open on the armrest.

She looked between the listing and her son.

Then she opened a new tab and started the application.

It was just… more space. A fresh start. Something Eli deserved.

But as she clicked "submit," her heart pounded — not with fear, but with something more electric. Something that lingered.

Wednesday, 6:42 p.m.

The email came while Azzi was trying to coax Eli into taking his evening bottle — half-asleep in her arms, cheeks flushed and heavy-lidded from a long day.

Subject: Lease Approved — Welcome Home!

Azzi blinked at the screen, her heart lurching.

It was done. The apartment was hers.

She glanced down at Eli, brushing his curls gently. “Looks like we got a new home, baby.”

He let out a soft snore in response, the bottle slipping from his lips.

Azzi laughed quietly and tucked her phone away, her mind already buzzing with packing lists and moving day logistics.

Thursday, 11:13 a.m. — Text from Azzi to Nai:

Got the apartment! We’re moving next weekend. I’ll send you the address  🫠

Nai’s reply came fast:

Wait—seriously? That’s Paige’s building.

Azzi paused, staring at her screen like it had betrayed her.

What do you mean? she replied.

Like literally her building. I think she’s on that floor. Wild, right?

Azzi slowly lowered the phone to her lap.

The butterflies that fluttered through her chest were the annoying kind — the ones that felt way too much like anticipation.

Friday, 8:47 p.m. — Azzi’s POV

It was the end of a long week — Eli had settled in at Little Sprouts better than she’d expected, and though her shifts had been tiring, she was starting to feel her footing again.

And somehow, through all the chaos, she found herself standing outside the Wings’ practice facility. Nai had invited her to come by for a bit, said she and Paige would be finishing up soon.

Paige was the one who spotted her first, towel draped around her neck, cheeks flushed from drills.

She grinned. “Hey, stranger.”

Azzi smiled back. “Hey.”

“Eli doing okay?”

“Yeah, he’s loving daycare so far. I think they’ve already won him over with snacks and lullabies.”

Paige laughed, pushing open the gym door for her. “That sounds about right.”

They sat together on the bleachers, waiting for Nai to finish a final meeting with the trainer.

Azzi hesitated for a second, then said, “I actually wanted to tell you something.”

Paige leaned in, curious. “What’s up?”

“I’m moving,” Azzi said softly. “Next weekend.”

Paige blinked. “Wait — really? Where?”

Azzi named the street, then the complex.

Paige stared at her.

Azzi tilted her head. “What?”

Paige blinked again, then grinned slowly. “You’re moving into my building.”

Azzi’s brows lifted. “No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Paige said, clearly amused. “I live on that floor. What unit?”

Azzi told her.

Paige’s mouth dropped open. “That’s literally across from mine.”

Azzi’s jaw dropped too. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.” Paige leaned back, laughing. “Guess we’re neighbors now.”

Azzi groaned dramatically, covering her face with both hands. “Oh my god.”

Paige nudged her shoulder. “It’s not so bad. I’m very quiet. Only occasionally play Drake at full volume.”

“I knew I should’ve triple-checked the address,” Azzi muttered, but she was smiling now.

Paige stood and stretched. “You need help moving? I’ve got a free afternoon Sunday.”

Azzi looked up at her, surprised.

“You’d help?”

“Of course.” Paige smiled, soft and sure. “I mean, what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t?”

Saturday Morning, 7:05 a.m.

Azzi stood in her apartment, surrounded by half-packed boxes and Eli babbling in the corner.

Her phone buzzed.

Paige: Want me to bring coffee before we get started?

Azzi stared at the message for a beat too long, then replied:

Yeah. You know what I like.

Her smile lingered even as she turned back to tape up another box — heart full of nerves, and something else she wasn’t quite ready to name.

Sunday, 8:03 a.m.

Azzi was tying her hair up into a messy bun when the knock came.

She cracked the door open, blinking in the morning light.

Paige stood there with two coffees in hand, hair pulled into a loose ponytail, dressed in a faded UConn hoodie and black joggers. A lazy grin tugged at her lips.

“Morning, neighbor.”

Azzi stepped aside, smirking. “You’re early.”

“I believe in punctuality and bribes,” Paige said, holding out one of the cups. “Oat milk, light cinnamon, one pump vanilla. I paid attention last time.”

Azzi blinked, taken aback for a second before accepting it. “You remembered that?”

Paige shrugged, walking into the half-empty apartment. “I remember the important things.”

8:42 a.m.

Eli was awake and cooing in his playpen when Paige knelt beside him.

“Hey, little man,” she murmured, reaching out a hand.

He stared at her for a long beat before breaking into a gummy grin, kicking his feet like he recognized her.

Azzi watched from the kitchen, heart tugging painfully in her chest.

Paige had the kind of easy presence Eli responded to — gentle but firm, silly but grounded.

“He likes you,” Azzi said, voice quiet.

Paige glanced back at her. “I like him too.”

10:17 a.m.

The apartment was chaos. Boxes were stacked along every wall, labeled in Azzi’s neat handwriting. Clothes in piles. Bottles wrapped in newspaper. Half of Eli’s toys already loaded into the car Nai had dropped off earlier that morning.

Paige hauled the heaviest boxes like it was nothing. “You packed your whole life in here,” she teased.

Azzi snorted. “You try living in a small place with a baby and not having twenty versions of everything.”

“Touché,” Paige said, straightening. “But still — you didn’t have to do all this alone.”

Azzi paused mid-wrap on a picture frame, shoulders tensing.

“I usually do,” she said.

Paige didn’t say anything for a second.

Then, softly: “Well, you don’t have to now.”

12:04 p.m. — Arrival

The door to the new apartment creaked open, and Azzi stepped in with Eli balanced on her hip.

“I can’t believe we’re neighbors,” she muttered.

Paige grinned behind her. “Destiny.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “More like poor planning.”

But there was something easy in her smile now, like she didn’t hate it nearly as much as she pretended to.

They began unloading.

Azzi directed, Paige carried. Every once in a while, their fingers brushed — passing tape, setting down a box — and the spark lingered longer each time.

Eli babbled and squealed, happily playing in a pile of bubble wrap while they worked around him.

2:36 p.m. — Lunch Break

They sat on the floor, eating tacos from a takeout bag, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes.

Azzi leaned back against the wall, bare feet stretched out. “I don’t remember moving being this exhausting.”

“You didn’t have a baby last time,” Paige pointed out, sipping from a cold soda.

Azzi laughed. “True.”

She looked over at Paige, her voice quieter now. “Thanks for helping.”

Paige turned to meet her eyes. “You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to.”

There was a beat of silence, heavier than the rest.

Azzi looked away first.

4:17 p.m. — The Nursery

They stood in the empty second bedroom, boxes labeled ELI stacked against the walls.

Azzi ran her hand along the windowsill. “I’m going to make this nice for him. Soft colors. Maybe stars.”

Paige smiled gently. “He’s lucky to have you.”

Azzi turned, surprised by the warmth in Paige’s voice.

“You really think so?”

“I know so,” Paige said. “He doesn’t even know how lucky yet. But he will.”

Azzi looked down, throat tightening.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m enough for him,” she admitted.

“You are,” Paige said firmly. “And you don’t have to be everything alone.”

Azzi didn’t answer, but her eyes shimmered.

6:01 p.m.

By the time most of the boxes were unpacked, the apartment didn’t feel empty anymore. Eli had fallen asleep in his travel crib, thumb in his mouth.

Paige leaned against the doorframe. “I should probably head out.”

Azzi walked her to the door, arms folded loosely over her chest.

“Thanks again. Really.”

Paige lingered. “Anytime.”

She hesitated, then added, “You know, if you ever need anything — diapers, dinner, someone to cry to — just knock.”

Azzi chuckled softly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Their eyes held for a moment too long.

Then Paige stepped back into the hallway, the door clicking softly behind her.

Azzi stood there for a few seconds, heartbeat fluttering, then turned back inside.

The apartment was quiet again. But it didn’t feel lonely.

[mumms-the-word]

I know I’m screaming into the void here but do not witch hunt people with AI accusations

As someone whose job for the last two years involved me reading and rereading essays and creative fiction written by my students (a group of writers notorious for using AI despite being told not to because they worry about their grades more than their skills) let me tell you straight up that detecting AI in any written work isn’t straightforward

AI detection softwares are bullshit. Even Turnitin, which is supposedly the best, has an error rate that is slowly increasing over time. They’re not reliable. The free ones online are even worse, trust me

“Oh but it’s so obvious!” Sure. If you’re trained to notice patterns and predictive repetitions in the language, sure. I can spot a ChatGPT student essay from a mile away. But only if they haven’t edited it themselves, or used a bunch of methods (Grammarly, other AIs, their friends, a “humanizer” software, etc) to obscure the ChatGPT patterns. And it’s easier with formulaic essays—with creative fiction it’s much harder.

Why?

Well because good creative fiction is a) difficult to write well and b) extremely subjective. ChatGPT does have notable patterns for creative writing. But it’s been trained on the writing that is immensely popular, writing that has been produced by humans. Purple prose, odd descriptions, sixteen paragraphs of setting where one or two could be fine, all of that is stylistic choices that people have intentionally made in their writing that ChatGPT is capable of predicting and producing.

What I’m saying is, people just write like that normally. There are stylistic things I do in to writing that other people swear up and down is an AI indicator. But it’s just me writing words from my head

So can we, should we, start witch hunts over AI use in fanfic when we notice these patterns? My answer is no because that’s dangerous.

Listen. I hate AI. I hate the idea of someone stealing my work and feeding it into a machine that will then “improve itself” based on work I put my heart and soul into. If I notice what I think is AI in a work I’ve casually encountered online, I make a face and I stop reading. It’s as simple as that. I don’t drag their name out into the public to start a tomato throwing session because I don’t know their story (hell they might even be a bot) and because one accusation can suddenly become a deluge

Or a witch hunt, if you will

Because accusing one person of AI and starting a whole ass witch hunt is just begging people to start badly analyzing the content they’re reading out of fear that they’ve been duped. People don’t want to feel the sting or embarrassment of having been tricked. So they’ll start reading more closely. Too closely. They’ll start finding evidence that isn’t really evidence. “This phrase has been used three times in the last ten paragraphs. It must be AI.”

Or, it could be that I just don’t have enough words in my brain that day and didn’t notice the repetition when I was editing.

There’s a term you may be familiar with called a “false positive.” In science or medicine, it’s when something seems to have met the conditions you’re looking for, but in reality isn’t true or real or accurate. Like when you test for the flu and get a positive result when you didn’t have the flu. Or, in this case, when you notice someone writing sentences that appear suspiciously like a ChatGPT constructed sentence and go “oh, yes that must mean it’s ChatGPT then”

(This type of argumentation/conclusion also just uses a whole series of logical fallacies I won’t get into here except to say that if you want to have a civil conversation about AI use in fandom you cannot devolve into hasty generalizations based on bits and parts)

I’m not saying this to protect the people using AI. In an ideal world, people would stop using it and return back to the hard work of making art and literature and so on. But we don’t live in that world right now, and AI is prevalent everywhere. Which means we have to be careful with our accusations and any “evidence” we think we see.

And if we do find AI in fandom spaces, we must be careful with how we handle or approach that, otherwise we will start accusing writers who have never touched AI a day in their life of having used it. We will create a culture of fear around writing and creating that stops creatives from making anything at all. People will become too scared to share their work out of fear they’ll be accused of AI and run off.

I don’t have solutions except to say that in my experience, outright accusing people of AI tends to create an environment of mistrust that isn’t productive for creatives or fans/readers. If you start looking for AI evidence everywhere, you will find it everywhere. Next thing you know, you’re miserable because you feel like you can’t read or enjoy anything.

If you notice what you think is AI in a work, clock it, maybe start a discussion about it, but keep that conversation open to multiple answers or outcomes. You’re not going to stop people from using AI by pointing fingers at them. But you might be able to inspire them to try writing or creating for themselves if you keep the conversation open, friendly, and encourage them to try creating for themselves, without the help of AI

[bad268]

could you write some fluff for kimi antonelli?? you write him so well 😭😭 maybe when kimi's caught out in public by fans w his girlfriend being affectionate or something 🙏💗

Caught (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient <3)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1276

Summary: Secret relationships get revealed when celebrating the championship win.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Kimi was a very private person. He just wasn’t very open with his personal life. Especially those who are closest to him. This includes you, his significant other.

You two had originally met in karting but officially met at the Italian Formula 4 Championship as competitors and teammates. However, certain circumstances led to you dropping out of the championship.

Kimi was the only person to stay in contact with you after the departure.

One thing led to another, you both stayed in contact, and you have been together for just under a year now. 

Not that any of the fans would know! As said before, Kimi is a very private person, and that includes you. The only people who really know about your relationship are your respective families and the Prema team. The team found out when you suddenly came back into the garage with Kimi’s dad after leaving the sport almost six months prior. In all honesty, they saw it coming from a mile away. 

You tried to come to the most recent race, the last race of the season. You really did, but it was not your fault that you were bedridden with the flu in Italy. Kimi still wanted to try his best at the last race because he wanted to show his skills to Prema and Mercedes, maybe to you too knowing how you were feeling unwell, despite already securing the championship.

After he finished up the podium celebrations from race 2, he sent you a text, letting you know he was cleaning up and would be doing media before he could call you. In all honesty, you were asleep, so you did not see it until nearly two hours later.

Instead of responding, you decided to send him a selfie of you laying in the bed with the text, “Just woke up, did I miss anything?”

On the track, Kimi stepped away to get some peace from the chaos that is media and fans after a season closer. He found a fairly desolate section as he opened his messages. He had been checking them periodically, hoping to see a response from you, but he never saw one. It never even showed as read, so he assumed you were asleep.

Just as he opens his messages, he sees the notification of a picture sent by you. He opens the picture without a second thought, laughing lightly at the face you made before he immediately sends one back with all of the updates he has. After sending a couple of funny pictures back and forth, you decided to just call him.

Little did he know, a couple of fans had walked up behind him, hoping to record his reaction to a picture they made him, and they watched him send you pictures and listened in as he talked to you. They had evidence that Kimi had a significant other; they just needed to find out who it was.

~

A week later, back in Italy, you and Kimi were finally able to celebrate his championship win. Despite insisting that you wanted to plan everything and arguing (shortly) with Kimi over it, you both decided that you would alternate things to do.

Kimi chose breakfast. It was only right that as the champion, he got to choose where you started. It was a simple breakfast at home that you both made together and it definitely did not end with you both covered in flour. 

Then, Kimi had a couple of meetings, so you had to put a hold on the celebrations. This gave you time to think about what your plan was for the rest of the day as if you did not already know exactly what you were going to do.

So when lunch came, you chose Kimi’s favorite restaurant. Plus, he was finally able to eat it since the season was over, and you got special permission from his nutritionist. It was the best place to splurge after a win. An added bonus, it was fairly empty save for a few small groups. No one paid either of you any mind.

After lunch, Kimi chose to do a walk around your favorite park. It was a fairly desolate park, but it was one that you grew up going to all the time. Kimi knew it was a calming place for you.

Not to mention, there were swings. Who doesn’t love swings?

The swings were side by side, so as soon as you arrived at the park, you took off toward them, laughing as you left Kimi in your dust. Just as you were about to reach the swings, Kimi catches up. He picked you up and spun you around briefly before setting you back down.

You turned around in his arms as you held onto his biceps, smirking up at him. “You think you’ve won, don’t you?” He chuckled as he looked at you skeptically, but it changed immediately when you darted off into the open field. You shouted behind you, “You’ll need to catch me first!”

And once again, it was like you were on the track again. Living life like there was no tomorrow, having fun doing the most minuscule things, all the while with someone you really cared about. It was like the old Prema challenges you did with Kimi and Conrad. It made you miss the simpler things. 

You were off in your own little world, casually going back and forth laughing and chasing after each other around the park. At one point, Kimi tackled you and you rolled around the grass before he stopped, leaning over you, “I caught you.”

Just as he was leaning down, that was when you heard it. The clicking of a camera. Turns out a group of fans saw you at the restaurant earlier and followed you to the park.

Your heads snapped toward the group, and instead of getting upset, Kimi calmly walked over to them to offer autographs and pictures. 

“Are you two together?” One asked immediately.

“Weren’t they your F4 teammate?” The other asked.

“You two are cute together,” One gushed.

“How long have you been together, if you don’t mind us asking?” The last one asked.

“Yes, yes, thank you, and almost a year,” Kimi answered honestly with a small smile as he continued signing things. He took a couple of pictures with them before chucking as he continued his original thought, “We haven’t announced it yet, but we’re planning it.”

“I got a good shot,” The third fan exclaimed, pulling out their phone to show him the picture. It was of him leaning over you just before you noticed their presence. This was the picture that alerted you of the audience. “I can send it to you if you want to use it.”

“That would be great. I’ll credit you in it too,” He laughed, looking back at you, still sitting on the grass, hiding your face from the onlookers. Kimi sighed, turning back to the group to make a deal, “I’m going to head back to them, but send it to me, and we’ll post it tomorrow. Just don’t post any of the pictures please.”

He didn’t give them much time to reply before he walked back over to you and sat behind you. His body shielding you away from the rest of the people, your backs toward the group. Kimi leaned his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your torso and showed you his phone.

The Instagram DM from the fan had already arrived, and he wanted you to see the picture. “I think this is the perfect way to announce us.”

~~~

Part 2 ->

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[amirasainz]

Obsessed with your fics! Could you please do she’s sick and the drivers and wags fuss over her and acting like she’s gonna die when it’s just a cold?

Hi guys. Sorry for not posting anything for such a long time. I was so busy with school and travelling and didn't really have the motivation to write anything. Hope you all enjoy reading this and you can always send me some requests. -XoXo

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Flu-Season

Amira’s bout of the common flu had her feeling utterly miserable. Like any sick princess, she knew there was only one thing to do: call her brother.

Carlos wasted no time whisking her off to the doctor’s office. His nervous energy filled the waiting room, and if it weren’t for Rebecca holding Amira’s hand, she might have fainted from the dizzying pace of her older brother’s pacing.

The doctor’s diagnosis—common flu—elicited tears from Rebecca and a dramatic faint from Carlos. Back home at the Sainz-Donalds residence, Amira found herself cocooned in warmth. Five blankets enveloped her, a cute sea otter stuffed animal nestled beside her, and the couple—Carlos and Rebecca—lying on either side of her.

After an hour of sleep, Amira stirred to the gentle touch of someone stroking her hair. Opening her eyes, she met Carmen’s friendly gaze. “Hey, darling. How are you feeling?” Carmen whispered. “Why are we whispering?” Amira croaked. “We don’t want to wake the others,” Carmen replied.

Taking in her surroundings, Amira’s heart swelled. Kika and Rebecca laid at the foot of the bed, Kelly held her tightly from behind, and Leo and Roscoe each guarded near her head.

Emotions overwhelmed her, and tears welled up. “No, don’t cry, honey,” soothed Kelly, who had woken up as Amira shifted. Both Carmen and Kelly gently lulled the crying girl back to sleep. As Amira drifted off again, Carmen whispered to Kelly, “She truly is our brave girl.”

Meanwhile, in the living room:

“Gentlemen, pay very careful attention,” Carlos began. “Today, we’re gathered here to ensure that MY sister recovers faster than any Formula 1 car.”

Seated before him were Charles, Lando, Lewis, Pierre, Max, and George—each looking like picture-perfect soldiers. Carlos assumed the role of sergeant, addressing them with authority. A whiteboard displayed a timetable with different names and times.

“Max, you and Kelly will take Amira for a walk around 3 p.m. Charles and Lewis, dinner duty in 40 minutes. The rest of us will clean the bedroom. Carmen and Becca will assist with her shower, whil—”

“I can help her shower,” Lando interrupted. The room fell silent; all eyes turned to Lando, his hand raised. Carlos approached him, predator-like. “Lando Norris. Listen carefully, because I’ll say this only once. You’ll never come near my sister again if you keep talking like that. Do you hear me?” His final words were a whispered threat. Carlos waited for Lando’s nod of understanding.

“As I said before, Carmen and Rebecca…”

[akawifeyy]

masterlist.

★ all my fics, featuring various f1 drivers

✩ dr3

★ lemonade fic

➵ as much as he would miss the high-stakes lifestyle of formula 1, daniel ricciardo is ready to start fresh. and the perfect start seems to be in his hometown, where a little girl is running a lemonade stand.

➵ pairing: (dr3 x single mum!reader)

✩ ln4 

★ a date at seven, i dreamed of heaven fic

➵ after dozens of failed attempts, you finally cave in to your best friend's pleads to let her set you up with somebody.

➵ pairing: (ln4 x cousin's best friend!reader)

★ mic check smau & fic

➵ lando norris is the host of one of the most critically acclaimed podcasts. so when he contacts you, asking if you'd like a spot on the show, you're dumbstruck.

➵ pairing: (podcast host!ln4 x lead singer!reader au)

★ real man smau

➵ it's two years into your relationship with lando norris, and you're starting to wonder what life would be like without him.

➵ pairing: (ln4 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

★ silly girl smau

➵ the life of a comedian is full of laughter, but the biggest punchline? your experience with love.

➵ pairing: (ln4 x comedian!fem!reader)

✩ aka12

→  the lovebird trilogy series:

★ lovelorn (1/3) smau

➵ kimi antonelli has known you ever since you were little, and he's always kept a safe distance. but it's getting harder and harder to deny the chemistry, and that he's head over heels in love.

➵ pairing: (aka12 x ob87 sister!reader)

★ lovesick (2/3) smau

➵ it's getting harder for you and kimi antonelli to deny your attraction to one another. but even the best-laid plans can go awry.

➵ pairing: (aka12 x ob87 sister!reader)

★ lovestruck (3/3) smau

➵ a month after the hate messages sent to you by an anonymous account, you've begun the process of repairing the damage. the first step? reconnecting with kimi antonelli.

➵ pairing: (aka12 x ob87 sister!reader)

✩ cl16

★ fever dream fic

➵ you're sick with the flu during the monaco gp weekend, and your boyfriend is charles leclerc.

➵ pairing: (cl16 x girlfriend!reader)

✩ fc43

★ risk! smau & fic

➵ franco colapinto is a playboy — everyone knows that — but he does have some boundaries that he’s unwilling to cross. that is, until he meets you. the younger sister of oscar piastri. then he’s willing to risk it all.

➵ pairing: (fc43 x op81 sister!reader)

★ friends with benefits fic

➵ it’s six months into your relationship with formula one driver franco colapinto, but you’re still believing the delusional lie that there’s no strings attached.

➵ pairing: (fc43 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

✩ cs55

★ necklace fic

➵ carlos sainz jr.'s hands have always fascinated you 😏

➵ pairing: (cs55 x partner!fem!reader)

★ reputation smau & fic

➵ ...and in the death of her reputation, she'd never felt more alive. the story of y/n l/n, and how one scandal altered her life forever.

➵ pairing: (cs55 x popstar!reader)

★ drive you crazy fic

➵ short and sweet — you prank your boyfriend, carlos sainz jr.

➵ pairing: (cs55 x girlfriend!reader)

✩ op81

★ enchanted smau & fic

➵ oscar piastri has always been one to think before acting, the consistent voice of reason that allows mclaren to be such a successful team. and then he meets you, the daughter of toto wolff — the team principal of mercedes — and all his efforts crumble like a castle made of sand.

➵ pairing: (op81 x wolff!fem!reader)

★ so american smau

➵ you might not be australian, but oscar piastri loves you just the same.

➵ pairing: (op81 x celebrity actress!fem!reader)

★ trauma fic

➵ this is the transcription of the "trauma candy salad" trend you completed with your boyfriend, oscar piastri.

➵ pairing: (op81 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

cologne fic

➵ wanting to prank your boyfriend, oscar piastri, you decide to spritz some cologne on yourself.

➵ pairing: (op81 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

✩ ob87

★ lust smau

➵ this is a cutesy valentine's day themed fic, starring ob87 and y/n, his author girlfriend! (there are some inaccuracies as to what team ob87 is part of, but we're going to ignore that)

➵ pairing: (ob87 x author!fem!reader)

★ london boy fic

➵ this is an idea i had for a story about ob87.

➵ pairing: (ob87 x fem!reader)

[f1proyapper]

day 19 without F1 I'm too sick to try to be funny I'll just stay there and not die

[topazy]

Tomorrow’s promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Swearing: Swearing, blood

4.04

“Everyone, get back into your cells now!”

In the blink of an eye, everything had gone to shit. One minute you and Sasha are helping Hershel put a dead body onto a trolley for it to be taken away, and the next the prison block you’re in is full of walkers.

You shove Mika and Lizzie, two sisters under the age of thirteen, into a cell with you and slam the door shut just as a walker approaches. It tries to grab you, but thankfully the metal bar keeps it at bay.

“Y/n,” the youngest sister says. “She doesn’t look so good.”

Turning back around, you see Sasha slumped against the wall and coughing heavily. “Shit, keep her sitting upright and don’t open the cell for anyone else. I need to get Hershel.”

Using your blade, you stab the walker in the head, and do your best to not think about how this was a person who greeted you every morning, you’ve laughed with them, and survived alongside them.

As you navigate through the block, stepping over dead bodies and dodging walkers trying to rip you to shreds, sweat drips down your back.

You reach the far side of the upper floor and find Hershel attaching a resuscitator to Glenn. Maggie was standing guard at the cell door, shooting at the dead to keep them from getting to her dad and Glenn.

“Y/n behind you!”

The sound of shuffling feet echoes closer, and you spin fast and stab the person in the head. Henry. You feel sick; Henry was just a teenager.

Walker or not, you just stabbed a teenager, a kid.

You somehow manage to hold back the urge to vomit. “Hershel,” you call back. “Sasha’s not looking so good. You need to help her.”

The block is full of nothing but screams and gunfire, but you somehow manage to make out what Hershel is explaining, and you take over from him and start squeezing the bag of the resuscitator, inflating Glenn’s lungs.

You’re unsure how much time has passed, but when night comes, the walkers have been dealt with, and the sudden silence is deafening.

—

There was still pain in your chest whenever you took deep breaths, and your throat still felt dry and scratchy, but at least you were now able to go outside as long as you kept your distance from the others.

At least outside, the smell of death wasn’t so strong.

One of the fences came down the night before, and a horde would have gotten through if it wasn’t for Rick and Carl shooting the walkers down. Now that the rotten bodies had been moved further away, you were attempting to block up the gaps until the fence could be rebuilt more securely.

Maggie notices what you’re doing and comes over to help. “You should be resting.”

Since you’ve already been in close contact with Maggie, it didn’t matter if she was beside you. “I need to do something,” you say while wrapping a wire between a pole you stuck in the ground and a wooden crate. “Glenn is looking a lot better.”

“I know, thank God.”

“Thank Hershel; without your dad, more people would have died. Me included.”

She gives you a sympathetic smile, “Hopefully we can join the others in a couple of days.”

“Hopefully.”

You doubted things would feel normal for some time. Rick told you Carol murdered David and Karen in an attempt to stop the flu from spreading, so he banished her. You cared for Carol but couldn’t help but wonder if she would have done the same to you, Glenn, or Sasha if she saw how sick the three of you were.

“On the bright side, we got plenty of diapers and formula now that Daryl’s back from the supply,” Maggie says, making conversation.

You let out a deep sigh; you hadn’t seen Daryl since being completely conscious. He had taken a few other members of your community on a supply run, and they had only returned less than an hour ago.

Seeing you become teary-eyed, Maggie rests her hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I miss Jace.”

You wanted nothing more than to hold your baby and kiss his chubby cheeks and hold his hand. Beth has brought him to the viewing room once, but all it did was distress him; your poor boy didn’t understand the plastic barrier keeping the two of you apart.

“I can’t imagine how hard it is not being able to take care of him yourself, but at least you know he’s well taken care of.”

Following her trail of sight, you see Daryl holding Jace on the far side of the courtyard; he was pointing at the birds sitting on the fence. All you wanted to do was run to them, but you stayed back so as not to upset your son again. But seeing them together gives you peace of mind.

—

After helping scrub the remaining blood off the cell floors, you go back outside to watch the sun set. The atmosphere inside the block was becoming too much for you to bear—too many grieving parents, brothers, sisters, children… nothing you say would be able to help them.

Hershel says it should be safe for those not showing anymore symptoms of the flu to rejoin the rest of your community; you were equally as nervous as you were excited. Being able to take care of Jace, Carl, and Judith again was something you couldn’t wait for, but the fear of the virus spreading to them was still fresh in your mind.

The smell of tobacco fills the air. Looking over your shoulder, you see Daryl with a cigarette between his lips.

“Those things will kill ya.”

He grunts between exhaling smoke.

Sitting atop one of the metal benches, you bring your knees to your chest. “Thank you, Daryl, for always taking care of Jace.”

He takes another puff of the cigarette before dropping it on the ground and stubbing it out with his foot. “Ain’t nothing to thank me for,” he says, coming over to the bench and sitting beside you. “It’s just what we do; we dare for each other.”

Your heart races as you fully take in his appearance now that he is closer to you. Daryl’s eyes were heavy; his body, face, and hair had traces of dirt and blood covering them.

You sit in a comfortable silence for some time until Daryl suddenly turns to you and says, “Doncha, think it’s weird you ain’t ever seen me without a top on?”

“I’ve never really given it much thought; why?”

All of your time was usually spent surviving or looking after Jace, and since you hadn’t had sex yet, not seeing Daryl completely topless hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Daryl turns his head to see if anyone else is around, and after seeing there’s not, he looks away from you and pulls up the back of his top, revealing multiple deep scars on his back. After a moment, he pulls it back down and faces you just as a single tear rolls down your cheek. He wipes the tear away with the pad of his thumb. “Both my parents were alcoholics, and after my mom died, my dad became a complete asshole.”

“Daryl…” The thought of him being a frightened young boy in pain was almost too much to bear.

“It’s why I hated my goddamn brother for so long. Merle left to join the army as soon as he could, leaving me alone with him.”

You link your fingers with his; Daryl wasn’t the kind of person you could pry info out of. He only shares things when he fully trusts someone, so for him to share this with you was a big deal.

Shyly, you start to lean into him, unsure how he will react, but Daryl wraps his arms around. You bury your face into the crook of his neck. “I’ve really missed you.”

“If you're broken, then I’m broken.”

[yoonia]

I contemplated for a while about sharing this, but since a lot of you have been a great help while I was in dire needs, I feel like I owe you guys some updates regarding to my sick kittens.

(tw: pet grief, pet d**th, sick kittens)

When I first posted my past announcement, I had one of my foster cats (adult) in the process of recovering from a cat flu, one kitten who passed from a virus outbreak, one kitten dealing with a fever, and two kittens fighting bacterial infections and possible virus infection that they may have contracted from their brother.

Ever since your donations and help, I've managed to order more meds, buy a home nebulizer kit (plus all the necessary meds and liquids to go with it), and take Mai to a different vet for further consultation when the first meds didn't help and had instead made her condition worse.

Micky, the adult cat, has since fully recovered and has been officially adopted alongside her brother, Goofy. As of yesterday, she is living in her new forever home with two new sisters and another brother. Lili (or Lee, since we've found out that he's a boy), has fully recovered from his fever, which turned out to have taken its sweet time getting down because he wasn't reacting well to his first meds. He got rapidly better once we've taken him off the initial meds and switched them into new ones that worked the best for him.

Robbie (aka Nonna Jr.), has been recovering really well ever since she started the nebulizer treatment daily. Having the kit at home has helped us save a lot of the cost that would've drained our savings if only we had decided to take her to the hospital for the treatments instead. She's currently on the mend and is going through her final set of treatments before she can finally get out of quarantine and can return to reunite with her sibling.

Unfortunately, we had to say goodbye to our precious Mai. Unlike her siblings, she was already facing a ton of health problems since birth, leading her to develop slower than the others, with signs of dwarfism, recurring pneumonia, and malnutrition (she couldn't latch on to her mom's milk and we had to give her formula ever since she was a newborn). We've been looking for the possible reason for her underweight issues and had first thought it was due to her dwarfism, but she may have other undetected issues with her body that we only started finding out after going to the 3rd vet.

Mai had one good day where she was playful again after getting the right meds and injections to deal with her stomach issues, but after having a meal one night, she started throwing up and her condition deteriorated rapidly until she passed away the next night. She passed in my arms last weekend, and it was the hardest thing that I had to go through since I've been hands-on in taking care of her since birth (I even assisted her mom's labour until she was born).

I hope this explains why I've been absent the past week, since I needed a break from everything and I've been spending my nights missing and crying over Mai and focusing on making sure that Robbie gets better. The next ordeal is returning Robbie to the main cat room and watching over her to make sure that she won't stress out once she notices that Mai is gone since they were bonded since birth.

For those of you who follow me on Patreon (and have access to my writing journal), you may have noticed that I've just started writing again the past few days. I'm trying to finish some stuff while I am coping and it's been helping me heal from all of this, so I might be dropping something new even though it may take some time.

Thank you again for everyone who has been helping, donating, praying, and keeping my cats in your thoughts. I'm so sorry that I couldn't give all positive updates to my situation, but things are (hopefully) looking good from this point forward.

i'll be back soon.

xoxo, Dia

[l4ndojpg]

whumptober 2024, day 5: heatstroke

fandom: formula 1 RPF | characters: lando norris, oscar piastri, jon malvern, max fewtrell (briefly) | ship: lando norris/oscar piastri | trigger warnings: vomit | content: lando experiences heatstroke after the singapore grand prix | word count: 956

“Fuck,” Lando hisses against the shock of cold as he lowers himself into his icebath. “Fuck, that’s good.” 

“Mmm,” Oscar agrees, already in his own, eyes closed, head tilted back. Lando dunks his head under the water and gasps as he emerges, running his hand through his wet curls. The water has done well at cooling his core temperature down, but it hasn’t slowed his dizziness like he thought it would. 

“Oi! LN,” Fewtrell says, popping his head around the corner. “Are we still on for tonight?”

“Yes mate,” Lando says, splashing his face with water, hoping it’ll cure his dizziness and fatigue. “See you at ten?” Oscar starts to stand up, and Lando takes this as his cue to do the same. He hopes Jon has a good meal ready for him before debriefing.

Max gives him a thumbs up. “Whatever you say, race winner,” he says, and disappears around the corner again. Lando grins, but as he does, a wave of nausea hits him. He stumbles where he stands in the bath, gripping the rim of the tub to steady himself. 

“Woah, hey, Lando,” Oscar appears at his side almost instantly, hand on his shoulder. Lando brushes him off, not wanting him to worry. 

“I’m fine,” he murmurs, swallowing against the urge to throw up. He hauls himself out of the bath, stumbling slightly again as he stands, immediately overwhelmed by the heat again. Oscar hands him his towel. 

“Still dizzy?” he says sympathetically. Lando cringes at his kindness. Even after a hard race for Oscar - Oscar, who wouldn’t have made the same stupid mistakes that he made 20 fucking seconds ahead of everyone else - his primary concern is still Lando’s wellbeing. What has he done to deserve that? 

“Fine,” Lando mumbles again, tying his towel around his waist. He already feels himself beginning to sweat again in the Singapore humidity. The immediate urge to throw up has abated, but nausea still swirls at the pit of his stomach. Dimly, as they walk back to their respective rooms to meet Jon and Kim, he thinks he probably shouldn’t be feeling like this. The post race aches are starting to set in, but that’s normal. And it’s normal to be a little dizzy after hopping out of the car in Singapore, but he’s never felt sick like this before. 

He hopes he doesn’t have the flu again. That was awful. 

Oscar squeezes his waist briefly when he gets to his own Driver room. “See you for debrief?” 

“See you,” Lando says, and his voice sounds far away. His waist burns where Oscar touched, but not in the usual way. It feels uncomfortable, sticky with heat. 

When he gets to his room, Jon is waiting with a recovery shake and a decent meal, but Lando doesn’t feel like either anymore. 

“Mate, you’ve got to eat,” Jon says, throwing his water bottle at him. Lando’s movement to catch it feels sluggish and off, not like his usual quick reflexes at all. Jon seems to notice this, because he notices everything, and raises an eyebrow as Lando takes a long drink from the icy bottle. 

“Feeling alright?” he says wearily. 

Lando opens his mouth to say that he’s alright, but it suddenly feels full of cotton and saliva. 

“‘M gonna throw up,” he slurs, and Jon thinks quickly, grabbing a container that used to be full of salad and shoving it under Lando’s face. He chokes and gags, the bile burning his throat and making him dizzier. His eyes are blurry - when did he start crying? - and his arms feel so weak he can hardly hold the container up himself. Jon has to do it for him, and it’s fucking humiliating. Singapore Grand Prix Winner and he can’t even puke without someone to help him. 

When he’s done, he spits one more time for good measure and slumps back against the couch, the leather sweaty beneath his neck. He shuts his eyes and tries to ignore the tears dripping down his cheeks and off his chin. Jon’s voice wavers in his ears. 

“-heatstroke, I don’t think you drank enough water-,” he doesn’t open his eyes. It’s too much effort. After a moment, Jon’s voice is joined by another, and a squeeze on his leg. 

“Lando. Lando,” Lando opens his eyes, and the room is spinning so hard that there appears to be three of Oscar in front of him. 

“Leave me alone,” he moans. He doesn’t want Oscar to see him like this. Oscar, who should hate him for having a faster car. Oscar, who should be out celebrating his P3. Oscar, who despite everything, is here beside him, because he’s always beside him. 

“Can’t do that mate,” Oscar says gently, and Lando feels the couch dip next to him. “Jon’s had to go get some stuff for you. You’ve got heatstroke.” 

“I’m fine,” Lando says again, but his voice cracks and he suddenly wants to cry again. He hates himself for it. P1, he should be fucking thrilled, but he’s here instead, thowing up and shaking and unable to stand up without falling over. Some winner he is. 

He must say some of this aloud, because Oscar says quietly, “Lando, no. C’mon. This could happen to anyone.” 

“Just-,” Lando says, and his voice wobbles. Tears threaten his eyelids again. Oscar’s seen him cry plenty before, but this feels worse. Lando spends so much time trying to convince himself he’s not weak, and here’s living proof he’s wrong. “Just go away.” 

“No,” Oscar says, more firmly this time. “You can just ignore me, it’s okay. Pretend I’m not here,” but even as he says this, Lando grips Oscar’s knee. He doesn’t actually want Oscar to leave. 

He’s weak. 

[prttylight]

Cl16 where reader(girlfriend) is a reserve driver for Ferrari and she takes Charles(because he’s sick) place and wins that race and he’s super proud of her for winning ❤️❤️❤️

CL16 — love in sickness and wins

warnings: use of y/n

ty for the request! sorry if I made any mistake english is not my first language

You had to hide it, you took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on what was important. The race, your debut, your debut in ferrari; this was so big that you couldn't screw this up because of your nerves.

Charles had a horrible flu and no matter how bad you felt about him, this was the biggest chance that you had in your life. Your debut in Formula One.

Already in the car and your thoughts speeding around, made you feel like throwing up. But it wasn't the moment, it really wasn't. You saw the mechanics walking around the car. It was so hard to concentrate and you were so afraid that someone would notice, that when you felt a touch on your shoulder you almost screamed.

Then you relaxed, when you saw his eyes staring at you, his rosy nose and a weak smile on his face.

“ How are you feeling?” You asked with a shaky voice.

“ That's what I should ask” Charles leaned on the car, you gripped the steering wheel tightly as a nervous laugh escaped from your body.

“ Yeah, I would prefer not talk about it” You were taking his place, his car, and this was the circuit he should race. It was better if your boyfriend didn't know that you were three seconds away from fainting.

“ Yeah, well… there's something I want to tell you,” his words made you frown and really pay attention to what he was going to say. “ Right now, I'm very happy to be sick. I don't think I've ever been so happy to actually.”

He took a deep breath while you tried to contain the emotion that filled your chest.

“ You are the best racer I know, and you're not only that, you're the best winner”

“Charles, stop, okay…”

“ Dear, I need you to trust me on this one,” he traced his fingers with yours “You are here because you were always a winner, because you were able to prove for years that you deserved this place. This race is just one of many you have won.”

Your head went blank for a few seconds, And before you could answer, someone was yelling at your boyfriend about why he was still here. You couldn't thank him enough for how much his words cleared your head. You had been the best racer for years, and that was the reason why Ferrari considered you. There was nothing to fear.

──── ୨ৎ ────

Well, it seems that there was something to fear. Not even in your worst nightmares You were leading a race with George behind you and with Max behind him. And it was terrifying. You didn't know how Charles wasn't afraid for a second during the races, but at this moment you were hating him so bad.

“ y/n, two laps to go” you heard, almost peeing yourself. You couldn't even think of that when you had George trying to pass you. Trying to not pee yourself, you breathed so hard while you accelerated as much as you could.

It was the last lap, you had this, you gained time in the last one and when you saw the final stretch you ran out of air.

“ You won, y/n, you won”

Everything was blurry after that. The mechanics hugging you, the director screaming in your ear, the people in the grades… And behind that was Charles, leaning against a wall with one hand resting on his heart, from afar you saw his bright, tearful eyes accompanied by a gentle smile.

Without hearing his words, you read his lips.

“I'm proud of you”

⊹ reblogs will be very well received

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 6: Domestication

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

Prev || Next

The group don't dare turn to look at Mikey.

He's still distracted by the holograms and lo-fi headphones. But that will not keep him for long.

"...Do we tell him?" Raph asks, finally breaking the tense silence.

"I... I don't know. I don't think we should," Donnie mumbles.

"Why not?" Casey asks. "He deserves to know --"

"No," Donnie says, standing up. "No. He... he shouldn't know. Not yet. Not until I can fix this."

Raph stares at him hopefully.

"...CAN you fix it?" he asks, voice breaking.

"Why, my dear Raphala, you wound me!" Donnie exclaims with dramatics, pressing the back of his hand to his fivehead as he pretends to swoon. "What little faith ye mortals have in the great and incredible power of one Hamato Donatello!"

"Can you get him back to normal?" Leo asks a bit more sternly.

"Yes," Donnie says with certainty. "I can 'make a fix, bro'."

Leo grimaces. That doesn't ease him as much as Donnie wants it to, but if he believes he will, then that is it. This is Mikey they're talking about, Donnie will do everything in his powers to return him to normal.

"In the meantime, what do we do?" Raph asks.

"Stay calm, don't get him riled up, keep him out of harm, etc." Donnie says as he starts to type on the computers again. "I'm activating 'Housebound Protocol'."

"What's 'Housebound Protocol'?"

"Have you never once wondered why Splinter didn't escape to the surface when he had rat flu?"

"...No?"

"Well, now you know," Donnie grumbles. "Basically, we'll keep Mikey inside the lair and help him adjust to the mutations while I search for an anti-mutigen formula."

"So... just play nursemaid?" Leo asks. "We're keeping it that simple?"

"I highly doubt it will be 'simple', Nardo," Donnie grunts. "Mikey will likely have episodes of PTSD from the experiments. His body will be adjusting and readjusting to the new changes he's going through. We've already seen a few reactions he may have."

"His vision," Leon noted.

"And his aversion to new people and new things," Casey bemoaned.

"And his vocal chords," Raph reminded.

"Among others," Donnie sighed. "So be on the lookout. I'll be compiling a list of animal traits from each of the species I named... Casey Jr., I hope I can rely on a list of Krang tendencies from you by tomorrow morning?"

Casey perks up and nods.

"You can count on me! I'll do anything for Master Michelangelo -- er, Mikey," he says, finishing with a nervous chuckle. "But... we don't tell him about the mutations? Or what he has in his DNA?"

"It's possible he may already know," Donnie suggests. "Or... well, it could be that he doesn’t understand anything other than basic animalistic urges, and wouldn’t comprehend us telling him."

"Wha-huh?" Raph questions as he tilts his head. "Donnie, you gotta use normal words."

Donatello rolls his eyes and sighs in exasperation.

"Mikey might have an animal brain now, not a mutant turtle brain. It is possible he may not understand us."

"He seems to understand just fine," Raph argues.

"So far, but most of our conversations with him haven't required anything of major -- um, I mean, we haven't asked him any BIG questions. Just small ones that are easy. Actually, I don't think we've asked him anything that requires a substantial answer yet..."

"So, Mikey is basically like... what, a pet now?" Raph demands.

"No, I didn't say that --"

"I refuse to accept that!" Raph shouts. "No, Mikey is still in there! I know he is! You didn't see him in the hallway, he understood me, he heard what I said and he responded! Maybe not in words, but he understood me! Mikey isn't some stupid animal, he--"

"Raph!" Leo scolds, pressing a hand against his chest.

Raphael pauses, and immediately looks to Mikey.

For a moment, he's the same old Mikey, sitting in a silly pose on Donnie's desk while he listens to pop music and sketches in his kneepads.

But then the mirage ends, and he's a feral creature crouched on the table, staring wide-eyed and frightened at Raphael, eyes glowing with that all-too familiar red in yellow shine. He wonders how he didn't recognize it before...

Raph is ashamed of himself when he has to look away from Mikey.

It's just those eyes... the same ones that haunt his nightmares every night.

He can't let them haunt his baby brother, too.

"Fine. Let's do whatever needs to be done. And NO ONE says anything about the you-know-what-aliens. Mikey doesn't need to worry about that right now."

The group all silently nod.

Donnie stretches as he gets up from his chair.

"Well, I have a long night of work ahead of me, so if you all please don't mind --"

Donnie shoos everyone away and out of the labs. As soon as the doors open Mikey scurries out, discarding the headphones in the process and dashing in every direction before circling back and landing at Raph's feet with a smile, asking to be picked up so he can climb all over him again.

Raph smiles awkwardly at him, and lifts him gently. Mikey's tail wags, slapping the back of Raph's shell as he perches atop his shoulders like a parrot on a pirate.

"Well, first things first," Leo says with an exhale, "Mikey needs some tending to. Let's get him a bath and see what we can do about those claws and injuries..."

Leo and Raph carry Mikey to the bathroom. He is confused and surprised as he looks around, examining the sink and toilet and tub.

Leo starts the faucet, and the loud spicket and water startle Mikey at first. He creeps towards it, but eventually decides it isn't evil and yells at it, trying to match its volume. Leo snickers at the sight. Mikey somehow hears this, and turns to look at him with a smile.

Leo tries not to let the fangs bother him. Mikey doesn't deserve to be thought of or seen as a monster. Even if he has monster in his blood, now...

After a few minutes, Raph -- who had left to gather some extra towels and soap -- reenters the room. Mikey runs to circle around his feet, curious as to what he has with him. Raph places the items down on top of the counter. Mikey sniffs each one with inquisitiveness.

"Which of these do you like better, big man?" Raph asks, opening two bottles of scented body wash and holding them out for him to smell.

Mikey sniffs both a few times before choosing one scented like citrus and honeysuckle.

Raph smiles as he begins to squirt the soap into the flow of water, bubbles forming under the waves and torrent of churning water.

"And Donnie thought he wouldn't understand us..." he chuckles. "Big brainy dum-dum underestimated you, huh?"

Mikey runs to the edge of the bath and stares, watching with excitement as the bubbles grow bigger and bigger. He points to the steaming water and suds, trying desperately to form words to express his enthusiasm.

"Ah, ah, ah! Ahhh, ha, hah!" he shrieks, a big and bright smile on his face.

Raph chuckles.

"Yeah, bubble baths are pretty fun, huh?"

"Should I go get the camera?" Leo jokes.

Raph rolls his eyes, looking away from Mikey for just a moment. Mikey tries to climb into the hot water before Leo scolds him.

"Ah-bup-bup-bup!" he shouts, causing Mikey to jerk away. "Not yet, bud, that water's too hot..."

Mikey cocks his head to the side in confusion. Too hot??

He looks back down to it. He reaches for the water again.

"Mikey, he said no, it's too hot!" Raph says sternly.

"Still think he understands us?"

Mikey jumps over the side and splashes into the water, smiling happily at the heat. Raph and Leo stare in shock, waiting for the screech of pain as Mikey is boiled alive, but no such cry comes.

"...Maybe it's us that don't understand him," Raph wonders.

Mikey plays in the bath, blowing at the bubbles and throwing them in the air several times, then shrieking with laughter. He throws them at Leo and Raph, who try to dodge the assault but fail.

"Alright, buster, you've asked for it!"

Leo runs to the bath with a pitcher a scoops up a great deal of water, then pours it over Mikey's head. Mikey coughs and sputters at the water.

For a moment, Mikey looks panicked, as if something has triggered him. But the panic subsides quickly, as he looks around the room and understands that he is home again. Mikey splashes Leo back. Leo laughs, and returns the favour. Mikey fills his mouth with bathwater and spits it at Leo, who yells in disgust and calls for Raphael's aid.

It takes far too long for them to actually get Mikey cleaned. The first ten minutes are spent in a war of water and bubbles. The next ten are spent refilling the tub and mopping up the spillage.

Mikey smirks, having of course won the battle, yet relented to let his brothers scrub the grime off his skin and the dried blood from underneath his claws. Raph is a little too rough with him, and Leo keeps getting soap in his eyes, but they are much better at washing him then the others were...

After that, he soaks for several minutes, just calming in the water.

It's quiet, now. Mikey is tired. The water is slow, soft, it envelops him entirely. Leo and Raph are talking about something, discussing what to do or who is in charge of what in the process of taking care of Michelangelo.

Mikey leans his head against the edge of the bath. The steam has long since gone. The bath is getting cooler. Mikey falls asleep...

A sharp pain in his chest.

Mikey's eyes widen.

His arms ache, his legs ache. His hands clench up, he grits his teeth and inhales sharply.

Leo is by his side, almost instantly.

"Mikey? Mikey, what is it?"

"He can't talk, Leo--"

"Well, he has to try! Come on, mi hermano, qué es?"

Mikey starts convulsing, shivering, shaking. His teeth chatter.

Leo takes the hint and places his hand in the water.

"The bath is cold," he says. "Mikey must be sensitive to cold. Let's get him out."

Raph reaches in and pulls Mikey out, his body rigid and unable to move apart from shaking vehemently.

"Do you think this has something to do with why he prefered the bath when it was boiling? The heat didn't seem to faze him at all," Raph mentions.

"He might have some new physical needs," Leo says, grabbing a towel and rubbing Mikey profusely. "I hadn't thought of that..."

Raph signs to Leo.

'Donnie said he had reptile mutations... do you think this is some enhanced form of brumation?'

Leo signs back.

'Not sure... could be? In any case, let's keep him warm and comfortable...'

Mikey starts moaning again, trying to speak.

"Don't worry, buddy, we'll get you nice and warm," Raph assures him.

Mikey starts moving again, his fingers curling and extending.

He holds up his two hands, one with three fingers extended and the other adding a fourth. He taps them against his chin.

"Mikey, what..."

He repeats the motion. Four fingers lined up together, tapping his chin.

A sign for a single word.

'Talk.'

Mikey had found a way to talk.

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