#grid flexibility

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Inside Climate News:

The U.S. electricity grid can handle much of the projected increase in demand from artificial intelligence data centers by becoming more flexible, which can reduce the need to build new power plants, a new analysis concludes.

Flexibility, in this case, means that grid operators would work with their largest customers to be better able to reduce electricity use at times of highest demand.

“The United States right now is in a very consequential economic race around artificial intelligence, and this paper suggests that these new mega loads can be added relatively quickly, if they’re able to embrace some degree of flexibility,” said Tyler Norris, a fellow at the Nicholas School of the Environment at Duke University.

He is lead author of the report, Rethinking Load Growth: Assessing the Potential for Integration of Large Flexible Loads in U.S. Power Systems, issued today by Duke’s Nicholas Institute for Energy, Environment & Sustainability.

The report finds that the country’s regional grids have substantial headroom in generating capacity available to serve large new users. The key is for grid operators and large customers to work together to make short-term reductions in demand at times when the electricity supply is tightest.

The potential benefits are huge. The report finds that the country could add 76 gigawatts of new electricity demand—the equivalent of about 10 percent of the country’s peak demand—with existing grid resources if these new users were able to ramp down for 0.25 percent of time that they’re ordinarily active.

During the times that the large customers are ramping down, they could switch to short-term power sources they have on onsite, transfer computing work to other locations for a few hours or pause work.

Users wouldn’t have to ramp down for very long, with an average duration of less than two hours. By being able to do so, they would reduce the costs of the electricity system because there would be much less need to build new power plants.

Leading data center companies are already exploring ways that they can alter their electricity demand to respond to the availability of power and other market conditions, Norris said. The paper urges companies and grid operators to be proactive in making arrangements during the planning of new facilities.

The backdrop for this research is that power grid planners are anxious about how they’ll meet the needs of new data centers and anticipated growth in demand from manufacturing, air conditioning and electric vehicles, among others.

[writerblogs]

Harnessing Energy Transformation: Exploring the Power-to-Gas Market Potential

Power-to-Gas Market

The Power-to-Gas Market is at the forefront of the energy transition, offering a transformative solution for storing and utilizing surplus renewable energy. As the world pivots toward sustainable energy systems, Power-to-Gas technology is emerging as a game-changer in the pursuit of a cleaner and more resilient energy landscape.

Power-to-Gas: A Paradigm Shift in Energy Storage

The Power-to-Gas Market revolves around a cutting-edge concept: converting surplus electricity from renewable sources, such as wind and solar, into chemical energy carriers like hydrogen or methane. This innovative technology addresses one of the most critical challenges of renewable energy integration - the intermittency of sources like wind and solar. By storing excess energy during peak production periods and converting it back to electricity or heat when needed, Power-to-Gas bridges the gap between supply and demand.

Market Dynamics and Diverse Applications

The Power-To-Gas Market dynamics are rooted in its diverse applications across different sectors. One of its primary applications is in energy storage. Excess renewable energy can be converted into hydrogen through electrolysis, which can then be stored for future use. Additionally, hydrogen produced through Power-to-Gas can serve as a clean fuel for various industries, including transportation, industry, and heating.

Advancing Renewable Integration and Decarbonization

As the world accelerates its transition towards renewable energy, the Power-to-Gas technology is playing a pivotal role in realizing this vision. It acts as a buffer, ensuring that surplus energy isn't wasted and enabling the grid to handle fluctuations in renewable energy generation. Moreover, Power-to-Gas contributes to decarbonization efforts by producing clean hydrogen, which can replace fossil fuels in industrial processes and transportation.

Overcoming Challenges and Scaling Up

While the potential of Power-to-Gas is immense, the Power-To-Gas Market isn't without its challenges. The cost of producing hydrogen through electrolysis and the limited availability of infrastructure are areas that require attention. However, ongoing research and development are gradually driving down costs and paving the way for broader adoption. Government incentives and policy support are also crucial in accelerating market growth and creating an enabling environment for Power-to-Gas technologies.

Future Outlook: Transforming the Energy Landscape

The Power-to-Gas Market's future outlook is marked by optimism and innovation. As the world strives to achieve ambitious climate goals, the demand for flexible energy storage solutions will only increase. Power-to-Gas not only addresses energy storage challenges but also aligns with the broader goal of creating integrated energy systems that are cleaner, more resilient, and capable of accommodating the dynamic nature of renewable energy sources.

In conclusion, the Power-to-Gas Market embodies the essence of the energy transition - a shift toward sustainable, flexible, and decarbonized energy systems. As technology advances, costs decrease, and policies evolve, Power-to-Gas has the potential to revolutionize the way we store and utilize energy, paving the way for a greener and more sustainable future.

[arc-hus]

Studio House, Nelson, New Zealand - William Samuels Architects

[pizzleyanked]

i'm not trying to be a hater, but honestly it's sad seeing how much they hyped up that the ffx sphere grid served as a huge inspiration and now seeing the actual skill grid sdfjsfjsfdjsfd the beauty of the ffx sphere grid is that every character was in the same grid and you could actively plot your route and deviate from the intended build if you so wished and give yuna black mage skills, etc. the party members' starting placements on the grid were very intentional too as they tended to be closer to what would give them better synergy. it was a great system that eroded the hard barriers between classes

[nineoftoads]

hmmm. been nervous all day, not exactly sure what for as the part that I was specifically nervous about has come and gone already. I think just everything.

[abdelfattah-ragab]

CSS Flexbox Layout by Abdelfattah Ragab

CSS Flexbox Layout by Abdelfattah Ragab

Welcome to "CSS Flexbox Layout". In this book I explain the flexbox layout model. I explain the properties of containers and elements and show you how to use Flexbox to create modern and responsive web designs. By the end of this book, you will know everything about Flexbox, use it to create responsive designs and handle all kinds of scenarios. Let’s get started.

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[nepalenergyforum]

Climate Debt Crisis: The Growing Burden on Developing Countries

Nepal has increasingly relied on concessional loans from the World Bank for disaster management, signaling a growing trend of dependency on external borrowing for climate disaster recovery. This escalating reliance on loans highlights the urgent need for sustainable financial solutions, as the burden of debt continues to mount, potentially undermining the country’s ability to invest in long-term…

[designedbyced]

The Art of Responsive Web Design: Creating Stunning Websites for Any Device

Introduction Welcome to the wonderful world of responsive web design! In this blog post, we’ll be exploring the art of creating websites that look stunning on any device. Gone are the days when websites were only viewed on desktop computers; now, people access the internet from a variety of devices, including smartphones, tablets, and even smartwatches. As a web designer, it’s crucial to adapt…

[eagerledscreen]

Top Trends in Front Service LED Screen Technology

Technology is constantly evolving, and the field of LED screen is no exception. Front service LED screen have revolutionized the way we display information and capture attention. These screens are not only visually stunning but also offer convenience and flexibility in terms of maintenance and installation.

In this blog, we will explore the latest trends of 2024 of front service LED screens that are shaping the industry.

Seamless Integration

One of the key trends in front service LED screen technology is seamless integration with various digital platform. LED screens can now be easily connected to smartphones, tablets, and other devices, enabling businesses to display dynamic content and engage with their audience in real-time.

Enhanced durability

These screens are now built to withstand harsh weather conditions, making them suitable for both indoor and outdoor installations. With improved durability, businesses can confidently invest in front service LED screen and expect a longer lifespan, reducing the need of frequent replacements.

Customization option

These are becoming increasingly customizable, allowing businesses to create unique and captivating displays. Whether it’s adjusting the screen size, shape, or resolution, LED technology offers endless possibilities for customization, ensuring that businesses can effectively communicates their message to their targated audience.

Energy Efficiency

Sustainability is a growing concern in today’s world, and LED screens are addressing this issue by becoming more energy-efficient. With advancement in LED technology, front service screen now consume less power while delivering brighter and more vibrant visuals.

Easy maintenance

Unlike traditional LED screens, front service LED screens are designed for easy maintenance and repair. With front access panels, technicians can quickly access the internal components of the screen, minimizing downtime and reducing maintenance costs. Front service LED screen technology offering businesses new opportunities to engage with their audience and deliver captivating content. As we move forward, expect to see even more innovation in this field, making front service LED screens an indispensable tool for businesses across various industries.

[medicaldevicesindustrynews]

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[jungwnies]

f1 grid | juno positions

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : every driver and which juno position from sabrina carpenter's tour suits them >.>

୨ৎ : genre : suggestive... kinda smutty idk (i don't really write smut anymore so this is a rare one...) obv some are the same positions.. i couldn't sit through an 8 minute video of all the juno positions LMFAO ୨ৎ : tws : suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 597

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i couldn't help but post this so soon LMFAO it was such a fun request i couldn't leave it sitting there waiting to be queued ... too good ty anon <3

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen - standing doggy no time for nonsense, just efficient execution. aggressive, locked-in, and somehow still makes you feel completely taken care of. terrifyingly good at everything, including this.

yuki tsunoda - cowgirl tiny menace. gives full chaos and control. jokes around, then ruins you. he’s in charge, not you. don’t be fooled by the baby face.

ʚ・mercedes

george russell - legs up missionary textbook performance, but with precision and tenderness. prepped for this moment like it was a championship strategy. probably asks if you’re comfortable mid-way through.

kimi antonelli - bridge young but scarily talented. pulls it off like it’s nothing and casually shrugs after. doesn’t even realize how hot he looks doing it.

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc - reverse cowgirl quiet in interviews, dramatic on the radio. gives you “hopeless romantic who pretends not to care” energy. lets you take the lead but still makes it cinematic somehow.

lewis hamilton - spooning luxury. candles. playlist curated to the vibe. everything is intentional, soft, and meaningful. says “i got you” and means it.

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris - ballet dancer starts off laughing, then surprises you with full performance energy. twirls you around like it’s a rom-com, then bites your neck for fun.

oscar piastri - tucked missionary he’s calm, quiet, and absolutely calculated. very into the technical details. doesn’t make a fuss but has you clutching the sheets like ??? how???

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso - squatting cowgirl age is just a number. balances like a yoga master, keeps eye contact, and somehow turns it into a motivational speech halfway through.

lance stroll - one-leg-up missionary chill, not flashy, but shockingly good at this exact position. leans into it casually. acts like it’s nothing but has you seeing stars.

ʚ・williams

alex albon - kneeling oral sweetest boy alive. loves making you happy more than anything. says “tell me what you like” with the softest voice. gold star giver.

carlos sainz - doggy classic. passionate. in control. the man thrives under pressure and it shows. focused, intense, and somehow turns this into a performance worthy of applause. probably whispers something in spanish that short-circuits your brain. makes you feel like it was your idea the whole time.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman - one-leg spoon baby boy energy. tries his best. a little shy but committed. accidentally makes it romantic. 10/10 would comfort you with snacks after.

esteban ocon - missionary starts off shy, but the moment kicks in and suddenly it’s like he’s been rehearsing this in the mirror. soft-spoken, maybe even a little awkward beforehand, but he’s determined to prove himself. will absolutely debrief the whole experience afterward like it's a post-race interview.

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson - splits unsuspecting menace. looks like he’d hesitate, then surprises you with flexibility and full commitment. asks afterward if he did good. he did.

isack hadjar - the arch absolutely shows off. confident, slightly cocky, but backs it up. makes eye contact while doing it and smirks when you blush.

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly - reverse cowgirl he’s not doing the work — you are. but he’s there for the view, hands behind his head, sunglasses still on indoors. makes smug comments the entire time like, “yeah, just like that.” fully vibing while somehow still running the show. would wink at you mid-movement and say something unhinged in french.

jack doohan - cowgirl confident in theory, flustered in practice. lets you take the lead but lowkey panics when you actually do. tries to act chill but you can literally feel his heart pounding through his chest. afterward, he’s all pink-cheeked and smiley, like “that was great… did I do okay?” you reassure him. he did amazing.

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[charliemwrites]

Omegas are the best for the military. Everyone knows that, it’s just common sense.

Omegas are notoriously level-headed and calm, protective without the tendency towards aggression and territorial possessiveness that characterizes their Alpha counterparts. They’re cooperative and adaptable, with heightened senses that at one evolutionary time kept them safe from rabid Alphas.

Now, it’s best suited to sniffing out potential threats, communicating sub-vocally, and noticing the smallest changes in their environment. The military finds them much more economical for combat, special ops, and even espionage compared to Alphas, who are pheromone sensitive, hard-headed, and generally indelicate.

That said, they’re not without their uses. Alphas tend to be lean, fast, and vicious. That aggression makes them both sword and shield in a fight, filing their sense of pain and fatigue down to almost nothing until the threat is neutralized.

Still, having a full-time Alpha in a squad isn’t a necessity except in special circumstances.

Per usual, Task Force 141 is special circumstances.

Four specialist Omegas with a metric ton of trauma per team member has the unfortunate consequence of hormonal imbalance. One thing feeds into another, a heat is put on hold for a mission because they can’t spare the manpower - it stacks and stacks and stacks until sleep is scarce and their usually well-maintained instincts are bursting at the seams. Compound that with the near loss of one of their team members…

The new Alpha is already there when the team returns from their latest assignment.

Laswell is waiting on the tarmac and an operative in black gear is standing a polite distance (plus one step more) from her elbow. Well within peripheral, but deferent. Their hands are clasped behind their back, shoulders straight but loose.

As TF141 approaches, Price expects the Alpha pheromones to waft his way any moment. It’s normal, expected even. A new environment, meeting strange Omegas, Alphas usually burn through their neutralizers quickly. Perhaps a vestigial instinct to carve a space for themselves in the world. Not necessarily their fault, but it happens.

Price is surprised that he smells nothing from the Alpha at all. Just the scents of detergent and soap, clean and standard. A quick glance at Simon confirms their most-sensitive nose doesn’t detect anything either.

Laswell introduces them, an Alpha that she’s personally worked with before and can verify is solid both on and off the field.

The Alpha’s muzzle is heavy duty but long-wear design. Hard-case and rigid instead of the more popular soft and flexible ones. Cushioned but firm at the bridge of the nose, chin, and corners of the jaw. Buckled tight at the back of the head, steel grid pattern across the front.

Price doesn’t arch his eyebrows at it but it’s a near thing.

They duck their head in greeting when Laswell introduces them as Saint, eyes flicking up briefly to each team member, eye-shine reflecting green in the bright runway lights.

Soap whistles, impressed.

“Yer a big ‘un, tha’s fer damn sure. Didnae ken they make ‘em like ye,” he drawls. Ghost cuffs him upside the head, reminding him to behave.

Saint blinks and doesn’t say anything. Curious.

“Let’s do proper introductions inside,” Price decides.

It goes much the same way in the 141’s den as it did out on the tarmac. Saint stands quiet and still while the Omegas take their turns.

There’s no scent to familiarize themselves with, so it’s mostly offering theirs to the Alpha. Except Saint doesn’t duck down to the neck Gaz offers. Instead, they pluck up his hand and bring his wrist to their muzzle. Inhale so quietly that only the swell of their chest indicates that they’re breathing him in.

They chuff softly, hold so loose that Gaz’s hand nearly drops from theirs. It’s approval, it can’t be anything else, but it sounds so… detached.

Still, Gaz chuffs in return, and makes way for the others. Saint does the same to Soap and by the time Simon steps up, he’s already tugging his sleeve up and his glove down.

Simon, to his own surprise, receives the same polite huff as the two sergeants. Most Alphas have found his direct scent to be unpleasant - too sharp and savory, bordering on Alpha. But Saint doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

When it’s finally Price’s turn, the only difference is that Saint swipes their own wrist along his. Scent claim. Not marking the 141 as theirs, but rather Saint as belonging with them.

Laswell, suspiciously amused, takes her leave soon after.

The 141 has an Alpha. A permanent one.

Living with an Alpha would have been a learning curve on its own. Living with SAINT is something else entirely.

For one, they apply clinical-strength neutralizer religiously. They have spares stashed everywhere. In their go-bag, their combat gear, the den, the lockers - even one in Price’s office. It’s better than the ones with fragrance, but if not for their ever-present muzzle, no one would be able to tell that they’re an Alpha.

And speaking of the muzzle.

It goes beyond common courtesy and public conduct. Even in the den, they keep the thing tightly pressed to their face, and don’t remove it for anything. They eat in their room and drink through straws when necessary.

When Price tells them that the team wouldn’t mind if they used a bite guard in the den, they just chuff softly and brush a hand along his shoulder. The muzzle stayed.

It’s not to say they don’t seem comfortable. Day by day, little signs of trust and ease seep into their Alpha’s mannerisms if they know where to look for it. A brush of skin here, a sub-vocal purr there. Spending hours upon hours in the den, available for any of the Omegas to sit with or cuddle or chat to. As much as teammate as an Alpha in the traditional sense.

It doesn’t take Soap and Gaz long at all to start hanging all over them, but Saint takes it with all the patience of their namesake. Price finds Soap lounging in their lap most times that they’re sitting, or leaning hard into their side while they watch recruits.

The muzzle is a no-touch zone, but they don’t get even growl the first time Soap discovers that. They just redirect him with a quiet click of their tongue, and let him nuzzle in when he apologizes.

Gaz is hardly any better, scent marking Saint like some bad Alpha stereotype. Poor thing goes around smelling overwhelmingly of bergamot and honey sometimes, but they never mind, never stop him from pressing his face to their chest or their back or even into their hands. Rubbing his face over any bit of skin or fabric available, even their jugular, despite the vulnerability of such a spot.

Still, Saint is aloof.

They’re perfectly responsive to their Omegas, head tilting at the slightest vocalization, quick to offer physical comfort when asked. They hardly ever seek it out for themself though, and show none of the near-obsessive behaviors associated with even the most mild of Alphas on the spectrum.

“I dinnae think Alpha likes us,” Soap whines one evening.

Saint is eating in their room, leaving the Omegas to a cuddle pile while they wait for their return.

He’s been lamenting it for a while now, repressing the rejected pang in his gut any time Saint doesn’t vocalize back, or reach for them first.

They work out in the Alpha-Only gym on base and do their laundry in the designated Alpha wash. Neither of those are regulations, it’s a choice they make. And it hurts a bit.

Saint is sweet, but their politeness goes past the point of old-fashioned.

“Course they do,” Simon grunts, dismissive. “They probably like us too much.”

“How do you reckon?” Gaz asks.

“Alpha didn’ go t’ eat ‘til we were all fed,” he replies, shrugging.

And it’s true. Saint doesn’t collect a scrap of nutrition until every one of their Omegas has had something to eat. Even Price, stubborn and work-focused as he can be, is gently urged to eat before Saint fills their own belly.

It doesn’t stop there.

Saint is always the last one on or off a transport, and quick to notice if any of them are injured. They’re always present around large groups of other Alphas, especially recruits.

The sheer amount of time they spend available is unusual, preferring the den to rest in their off hours - even sleeping there on occasion.

Then Gaz’s heat is due. A week out and he’s already feeling it descending - it’s been well over six months since his last one. His skin feels itchy, his senses on overdrive. Thirsty and hungry and generally feeling restless beneath the skin.

“Alpha,” he calls.

Saint’s eyes are on him instantly, one-sided conversation with some other, non-Pack Omega forgotten. Gaz purrs, pleased.

“I want something of yours.”

They tilt their head, a silent question.

“A shirt or something,” he specifies.

And something in their gaze flickers. Gaz isn’t sure what it means, but it definitely looks positive.

Saint brings him something better - a blanket. It’s intimate; it’s perfect. It smells incredible, if… oddly faded. From his most reserved Pack member, it means the world.

Gaz balls himself up with it in the nest he assembles over the next day and a half, until he wakes up one morning with the knowledge that his heat will l well and truly have taken hold before midday.

He puts in his notice and calls his Pack.

Saint is the last to enter his barrack, a huge bag of supplies in their arms. Not just for Gaz, but for the rest of them. No one will be leaving unless duty calls.

And it’s perfect. The best heat Gaz has ever had. Surrounded by Pack and protected by his Alpha, who stays on watch while Price and Ghost and Soap fuck him through the dregs of preheat and well into Heat proper.

Half of him purrs at his Alpha’s dedication to protecting them, to providing for them. The other half protests the Alpha’s attention being anywhere but on him.

“Alpha,” he calls. And when that only earns him Saint’s eyes and not his affection, he barks, sharper, “Alpha.”

They come to him instantly, settled in between his legs, smooth their thumbs along the glands at the base of his neck. He curls into them trilling and chirping and needing more than just social acceptability right now.

And finally, finally, a low rumble sounds through his Alpha’s chest. It’s deep and rich, hits the subharmonics in a way that has all the Omegas going still and quiet. Their voice purrs out a moment later, practically vibrating their skulls.

“Easy, Omega.”

Gaz bares his neck, whispering, “Saint.”

They lean in, breathing loud and deep, warm hands soothing an ache in his lower back. “I’m here, Kyle.”

They fuck well into sundown, Kyle so wound up that he can’t bear to be parted from Saint to even let them breathe. Any space between them is whined or growled or bitten out of existence, the ever-indulgent Alpha soothing their Omega with their body, with the newly discovered vocalizations that he just can’t get enough of.

Ghost and Price have to feed and hydrate him between rounds, working together to manage his clingy limbs and careless (but sharp) teeth. In the meantime, Soap helps to do the same for Saint, who is far more cooperative.

“How’re you still goin’?” Soap wonders, amazed, slipping bites of granola between the bars of their muzzle. Saint is sitting upright with Gaz collected against their chest, sweaty but already breathing evenly again.

Saint licks a bit of chocolate off their lip and meets his eyes easy as anything, serene for how blown out their pupils are.

“I’m your Alpha. I go until you need me to stop.”

Which just sets them all off, each taking (needing) a turn with their Alpha.

By then, their neutralizer has begun to wear off, friction and sweat and fabric thinning the chemical deodorant to nothing. The scent is intoxicating, unlike anything any of them have ever smelled before. It’s overwhelmingly Alpha, overwhelmingly good. Even Ghost and Price, rare to bend the knee to anyone, find themselves weak for that scent.

No wonder Saint keeps it on lock, it’s practically a weapon in itself, not demanding submission but expecting it. A foregone conclusion. In a social setting it would be a brutal domination, rude wouldn’t even be the right word for it.

Saint isn’t just an Alpha, they’re on the extreme end of the spectrum.

The kind that comes with counseling and desensitizing therapies. Etiquette schools and specialized doctors.

The kind of Alpha that can not only manage four chaotic Omegas, but give them what they need.

With types like Saint, Alpha isn’t just a designation, it’s a title. And the 141 is proud that it’s theirs.

[yourstrqly]

  ➳   PILATES + F1  ⁺   ✢

you ask the drivers to join your pilates session. includes the f1 grid 2025 (except aston martin & lawson) and dilfs (räikkönen, vettel, webber, button)

ᡴꪫ my poor bby alex but nico was on fire (how did a tractor beat a ferrari?) Also hello, my hiatus ends with this

ᤎ༉ williams

aa23 — wakes up one morning and decides he wants to see (not join) what pilates is about — you make him wear athletic wear, saying that he can get a glimpse for a few minutes and then do his required workout — but suprise! joins the class when he's asked by the pilates instructor if he wants to try — "its torture bunny, how are you doing it once a weak? Can't feel my arms" (he's all sweaty, a massive grimace on his face while you pout sweetly, body just slightly covered with sweat) — redemption arc incoming

cs55 — gifts you pilates reformer so you both can workout from home — doesn't think to even try it out but his fitness coach sees it and makes him use it — it becomes part of his daily workout routine — buys a second reformer because now you can do his routine together — "look at us mi amore, finally a couple workout routine" (he looks like a puppy saying it, bright eyes, big smile)

ᤎ༉ mercedes

ka12 — kimi and you plan dates based on the tiktok trend 'alphabet dating' and its your turn to plan a date based on the letter p — for a while now you wanted to try pilates but didn't go so it's the ideal idea to do it with your emotional support bf — "its horrendous cuore mio, don't make me do it again" (you won't, but you can't wait to show his sister the video)

gr63 (platonic!reader) — you and carmen plan the monthly girl's day at her and george's place, and you decide to ask carmen to join you for a class as you have seen pilates trend all over social media — george the ever so chatty guy, comes in at the moment and wants to know what pilates is — so you book a pilates class for the three of you — george is into it and gets every penny out of the class

ᤎ༉ alpine

pg10 and kika! (love herrr) — kika is the first to try pilates and swears by it, thats why she's making you tag along to her pilates classes (she even bought you matching sets!) — you don't enjoy it much but do it anyway because you feel stronger and love kika's excitement whenever you join her — pierre, feeling slightly left out, watches the pair of you get ready in matching pink sets and decides to swap his morning run (and black clothes) for a pilates session (and pink shirt and shorts) — like you, pierre doesn't like it as much as kika though he loves the fact you're all doing it together and secretly likes the colour coordinated fits

fc43 — doesn't get the hype around it — you try to bribe him with a paid dinner, shopping spree and other things but nothing seems to work till he comes around and makes a suggestion — "i'll join you if we'll have car sex guapa" — will spill the fact he had sex in his car in an interview

ᤎ༉ racing bulls

ih6 — "that's a torture device, bebe, to stretch and kill a man. i won't go even near it." — he does after encouraging words (and a week long sex ban) — very hesitate to use it and mostly lays on it, watching you putting all work it — is very vocal on how good you look and compliments your flexibility

i dont write for liam, sorry!

ᤎ༉ red bull

mv1 — doesn't care for the sport and you can't get him to join — still is a supportive bf and buys you cute sets and trinkets but also pays for the classes

yt22 — takes one look at it and regrets his decision — powers through the class, face mirroring his hate for it but tries and fails to put on a brave face — afterwards he sips on a strawberry matcha, eyes wide as you happily talk about buying a reformer for your shared home (he can't say no when you're that excited but is dreading the view of the toture device in his home gym)

ᤎ༉ ferrari

cl16 & alex — alex and you see pilates all over tiktok and decide to give it a go — while you stay consistent, alex much rather enjoyes her cardio and does it in the meantime — but once in a whild she will join you for a beginners class (its just a hobby, you don't take it too seriously) and books it for the three of you, so charles doesn't have an out — he's pretty confident he'll be better than alex but his confident attitude dwindles when you arrive and he's the only man — a man in a women dominated field! — after adjusting a few times, he'll definitely end the class on a high, cocky smirk on his face

lh44 — isn't too happy about it and doesn't enjoy it a bit but will be better than you — is definitely planning a revenge

ᤎ༉ kick sauber

gb5 — "you want me to do what?" — he's not thrilled but his ego will absolutely push him to do his best and top yours — will make you pay for the class and matcha afterwards — occasionally joins you when you go to a class just to brag in front of your girlfriends that he's better than you — doesn't realise that his cocky attitude is a big reason why you continue with pilates (he's hot like that)

nh27 — he'll do it without complaining but you take one look and know he doesn't like it but will push through the class (he does the sets more or less lazy) — class finished? great now he can freely gossip about the pilates moms' drama — "Nein, nein, she said that Claire's chocolate cake isn't made out of fresh ingredients but cake mix box. But says it's her grandma's recipe. Poor granny, her reputation might aswell be gone." — asks you once a month to book a class for him too just for the gossip

ᤎ༉ haas

ob87 — is doomscrolling when you get ready for your first pilates class ever, nervous smile decorating your lips as you put your hair up — instantly asks you about plans and if he can drive you — the class has free space which gives you the chance to pleading look up your boyfriend "can you join? i'd feel so much more secure" — will do it even though he doesn't exactly wear the right stuff but he's a man in love and how can he say no to your beautiful face?

eo31 (bff!reader) — its estie bestie who has to listen to you complain about wanting to pick up sports again but you don't — thats why he books you a pilates class — doesn't realise the consequence of his action because you will book him a pilates class too under the disguise that you're joining his workout routine

ᤎ༉ mclaren

op81 — come on, that man is gone for you and will do it once for you without protest — during the class his irritation will grow but he'll keep it to himself and lets you rant about your difficulties and accomplishments when you share a snack on your way home

ln4 — he views pilates as a typical girl's sport and doesn't even think about doing it himself but you catch him off guard when you make him join you in front of the tv, a video on its display and a few things like towels and weights laying besides the mats — you'll absolutely destroy him but won't notice it because you're locked in — he's panting at the end, laying sideways to watch you

ᤎ༉ dilfs

kr7 — complains about back pain for days, so you ask him to join you — immediately says no — but you stay persistent and search for pilates at home videos on youtube — finally get him to join you but only because you'll give him a massage afterwards

sv5 — on tuesdays, he religiously pulls out everything that's needed for a good pilates session at home — its a ritual and it started with you wanting to be fitter after seeing him workout (he didnt pressured you, it motivated you) — is a dedicated motivation speaker, says stuff like "Meine Süße, two reps and then breath", "You're doing amazing, oh look at you, legs toned and abs on display"

jb22 — honestly he doesn't care for pilates at all but seeing you wear those cute sets? sign him up — which you did — "She wants us to do that? Hell no" (does it anyway) — as long as you go to his sport with him, he'll go to your sport

mw (whats his racing number? 15? someone tell me pls) — supportive but won't go to pilates or do it at home after seeing videos — "I love you but i'll not do it. Hush it, stop with your eyes, darling." — will ask lily, oscar's girlfriend, to go with you and pays for it

[maxtermind]

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

★ : summary :: when he cheats on you ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst ★ : word count :: 5k ★ : a/n :: please remember that all of this is fiction! anyway, enjoy the angst <3 cheating is not a slip up but a statement and i will not be writing a part 2 where they get back together :) as usual requests are open for other endings if you're interested (maybe she ends up with someone else on the grid to make it hurt more lol) ★ : gifs :: @\f1-stuff @\userhamilton @\slowestlap @\tyrannosaurus-maxy

Max Verstappen

Max and you had a pretty healthy work schedule. Thanks to your flexible remote work, you could travel with him and support him in person. But there were times when you were needed back at the home office but despite the distance, Max made sure to keep you in the loop.

From video calls, to texting whenever one was free, to random pictures shared, you were always pretty aware of what the other was doing. So imagine your shock when minutes after hanging up on a call after congratulating him on his win, you failed to get a hold of him before pictures of him started going viral.

But now, all of that seemed like a distant memory as you stared at the damning evidence on your phone. Pictures of Max, smiling and carefree, dancing with another woman in a crowded club, her arms wrapped around him possessively.

Your heart sank as you scrolled through the images, each one a painful reminder of the betrayal you never saw coming. And then, there it was, the blurry photo that confirmed your worst fears - Max and the other woman locked in a passionate kiss.

The world around you seemed to blur as well as tears welled up in your eyes, hot and bitter against your cheeks. Without thinking, you began to dial Max's number, your fingers trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation.

But each call went unanswered, each voicemail left unheard. With each unanswered ring, your heart broke a little more, until you could no longer bear the weight of your pain.

It was an hour later when you were in your bed, crying your eyes out when your phone finally lit up with Max's name, the screen casting a harsh glow in the dimness of your room.

As much as your head told you to hang up and let that be the final answer, you picked it up and whispered a low. ”Hi?” Your voice barely a whisper, choked with emotion.

”Y/N,” Max’s breathy voice came. It was enough to throw you off again and new tears gathered in your eyes.

”Where were you?” The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, raw with hurt and anguish.

”Baby…” Max's voice wavered, and you could hear the weight of his guilt in every syllable. It spoke volumes, you knew what had happened and he knew that. ”I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the pain of his deceit threatening to consume you whole. And then, without warning, a strangled sob escaped your lips, the sound echoing in the silence of the room.

You could hear Max's sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, a sound that only served to intensify your grief. But you were beyond caring about appearances now, your heart laid bare for him to see.

”I trusted you,” you choked out between sobs, the words a bitter indictment of the love you had once shared. ”Why would you do this to me?”

How could the man that made you feel like the only girl in the world for him do this to you? Did he even love you or was he just a really good actor?

Your voice quivered with pain as you struggled to maintain your composure,”You've broken me in ways I didn't even know were possible.”

Max's voice wavered as he tried to find the right words to express his remorse,”I never meant to hurt you, it was the biggest mistake of my life.” 

The life he has made sure he spent with someone not you. His voice cracked further and you realized that he was also crying on the other end. ”I can't bear the thought of not having you in my life.”

There was a long pause, as if Max was searching for the right words to say. But what words could possibly undo the damage that had already been done, the trust that had been shattered beyond repair?

Your words cut through him, echoing the pain he had caused,”Did… did you even love me, Max?”

”Of course, I love you!” He spoke, his voice carrying a sense of hurt. As if questioning the audacity to even ask that and that angered you. It made you so mad because this was on him. He did this.

”I wish I could turn back time and make things right, I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Max's breath hitched as he spoke before you could. The wounds he had inflicted too deep to be healed with a simple apology. ”I never meant to make you doubt my love for you.”

And as you listened to his voice crack with emotion, you knew that there was only one thing left to do. ”I don't even recognize the person I fell in love with anymore.” You whispered with finality, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

Was this really the man who had promised you a future filled with a family and laughter? The man who just made your heart bleed out?

Max caught on and rushed to get the words out,”Please, Y/N, don't hang up. I need you more than ever, I love y-”

You hung up because how dare he say that after what he did. He called you again and again after that and if you weren’t half dying in your apartment, maybe you could’ve scoffed at how the roles were switched.

However, all you could do was switch off your phone and wonder how the man who once kissed all your scars better, could leave deeper ones in their place. Leaving you to do the work to mend them all alone.

Lewis Hamilton

It had all started the day you had foolishly decided to set up lunch to have the two most important people in your life, your bestfriend and your boyfriend, meet.

Lewis seemed genuinely enthusiastic about finally meeting the person who had been such a solid support in your life. Little did you anticipate that this innocent gathering would unravel into a scene of deception.

The signs were subtle at first. A quick exchange of numbers, a glance shared behind your back– easy to dismiss as innocent. But why would you look for such signs? When it included your most trusted humans on the planet?

But then came the slips, the accidental mentions of knowing each other's whereabouts better than you did.

”I don't think she'll pick up, she said she had an afternoon meeti-” Lewis caught himself on time before shrugging and ending with a: ”She posted it on her instagram, did you miss it?”

You laughed it off though it irked you. You were just glad that they were close before...

After an especially tiring day, you finally entered your house. Surprised to see the sitting room empty, where Lewis waits for you every time he's home early.

You sighed, instinctively petting Roscoe before moving inside the house. Desperate for a shower and clean clothes to get the day's stench off of you.

So imagine your shock when you walked into your bedroom,to discover Lewis and Rachel entwined in your bed, their bodies exposed and vulnerable. In your bed.

It took a second for you to process it while they both scrambled to get their clothes on. You just stared in disbelief while Rachel cried on the bed under covers and Lewis frantically wore his clothes while saying… something?

You felt like you were underwater for a second because you saw his mouth moving before his words started registering and tears started to pool in your eyes. The pain felt tangible, like a weight pressing down on your chest, as you confronted the unthinkable reality of their infidelity.

”Baby, let me explain. Ple- Please, this isn't what it looks like... I-”

You tore your eyes away from him before looking over at Rachel who was crying because she probably understood exactly what was happening.

You wanted to ask what exactly Lewis thought was going on but decided not to because your throat was closing up. The image of them together was burned into your brain. You just shook your head as tears fell from your eyes before turning around and walking out of the room.

As Lewis desperately jumbled to dress himself, his hands fumbling with buttons and zippers, he pleaded with you, his voice cracking with desperation.

”Y/N, please, you have to listen to me. This isn't what it looks like, I swear,” he implored, his eyes wide with panic as he reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched away as if his touch burned. Feeling disgusted and deceived.

”What do you mean it's not what it looks like?!” you finally managed to choke out, your voice trembling with damage and betrayal. ”I come home to find you two... in our bed, na- naked!”

Lewis's face contorted in anguish, his mind racing for the right words to say, but nothing seemed adequate in the face of your devastation.

”It's... it's a misunderstanding, Y/N, I promise,” he stammered, his voice strained with emotion. ”Rachel and I... we didn't plan for this to happen. It's just... things got out of hand, and we never meant to do you wrong.”

You shook your head in disbelief because you didn’t know what else to do truly, feeling as if the ground had been pulled out from beneath you. ”How could you do this to me, Lewis? I thought you… that you loved me,” your voice turned in a whisper.

All the times he had discussed the future rushed through your mind. He wanted to retire and repeatedly told you how he wanted to marry you. Your hands trembled as you suddenly remembered asking Rachel to be your bridesmaid.

Suddenly, the pressure on your chest got worse.

Lewis's eyes pleaded with you, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. ”I don't know, Y/N. I don't know what came over me. I love you, you have to believe me. Please don't leave, we can work through this together.”

But his words fell on deaf ears as you turned away from him, the pain in your heart too raw to bear. ”I trusted you, Lewis. I trusted both of you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

As you moved towards the door, every step heavier than the last, Lewis's voice trembled with desperation, his hands reaching out to grasp yours, pleading for your attention.

”Y/N, please, don't leave,” he begged, his voice cracking with raw emotion. ”I messed up, I know I did, but I love you. Please, let me make it right.”

You paused, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. ”How can you say you love me after what you did?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, thick with pain.

And with that, you turned away, leaving behind the shattered remains of the life you had once shared, the echoes of Lewis's pleas fading into the emptiness of the night. Swearing to never put your trust in anyone else ever again.

Carlos Sainz

You had sworn off of relationships for so long after your last one that it was honestly a miracle, as your friends and family put it, that you agreed to go out with Carlos. But he was the perfect gentleman to you. The person who gave you hope for a better future. Giving you hope that maybe all the ‘cheesy’ discourse was for you too.

He knew how you were hurt the last time and reassured you about how special you were to him and how you were always enough. Enough for him.

It slowly became a running joke once you guys hit the two year mark. You were finally at a stage where you had a loving partner that you could trust blindly.

So to say that you were blindsided would be an understatement…

Your fingers trembled as you scrolled through Carlos's phone, your heart racing with each new message that appeared on the screen.

You never thought you'd be the type to snoop, but the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach had become too much to ignore. He was so distant lately and so secretive about his phone, it was slowly killing you.

There it was, undeniable proof staring back at you in blue and white. Messages from an unknown number, filled with suggestive language and promises of secrecy. Your breath got caught in your throat as you read through the damning evidence, your heart sinking with each word.

‘Hey babe, can't wait to see you tonight ;) xoxo’

The message hit you like a punch to the gut, your mind reeling with disbelief. How could Carlos do this to you? You thought you had something special, something worth fighting for. But now, all those hopes and dreams lay shattered at your feet.

You tried to push down the rising tide of emotion, to find some innocent explanation for what you were seeing. But deep down, you knew the truth – Carlos was cheating on you.

When he emerged from the bathroom, you were waiting for him, phone in hand and tears in your eyes. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

”Carlos,” you whispered, the weight of your words heavy in the air as he stepped into the room, his tousled hair and relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside you.

You weren’t really sure why you weren’t screaming and thrashing things around already. It was like you were frozen on the spot.

”What's wrong?” he asked, concern etched into his features as he took in your tear-streaked face and the phone clutched tightly in your hand. Though, when you looked at him, all you could see was how he was your everything. How you had given him your everything.

And you still weren’t enough.

You struggled to find the words, to articulate the emotions coursing through you. ”I found... I found something on your phone,” you finally managed, your voice trembling with emotion.

Carlos's expression faltered, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he took a hesitant step closer. ”What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

You took a shaky breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come. ”Messages,” you began, your voice barely audible as you held up the phone, displaying the incriminating evidence for him to see. ”From someone... someone you've been seeing behind my back.”

Carlos's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the screen, his hand instinctively reaching out to take the phone from you. ”Y/N, I swear, I can explain,” he stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. Why was he reaching for the phone and not your hand?

But the words fell on deaf ears as the full weight of his betrayal hit you like a ton of bricks. ”Explain?” you echoed, your voice trembling with disbelief. ”How can you even explain this, Carlos? How could you do this to me?”

He reached out to touch you, to offer comfort or reassurance, but you recoiled, the sting of his infidelity too raw and painful to bear. ”I trusted you,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face as you backed away from him. ”How could you-”

Can love like this be lost too? You’ve been on your knees begging the universe to grant you one love that wouldn’t be snatched from you. Thinking all your prayers had been heard only for him to do it too.

Carlos's expression crumbled as he watched you retreat, his own anguish mirroring yours. ”I never meant for this to happen,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. ”Please, Y/N, give me a chance to make things right.”

As Carlos pleaded with you, his words heavy with desperation, you couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. His promises of love and devotion clashed with the evidence on his phone, leaving you torn between the man you thought you knew and the painful truth staring back at you.

You met his gaze, seeing the desperation etched into his features as he struggled to make you believe him. ”Can you hear me?” he implored, desperation lacing his words. ”You are always enough for me. Please, you have to believe me. I love you more than anything, Y/N.”

His words pulled at your heartstrings, the sincerity in his voice almost convincing you to give him another chance. But deep down, you knew that trust once broken was not easily repaired.

You met his gaze, feeling the weight of his plea bearing down on you. ”I hear you,” you replied softly, nodding through your tears, your voice tinged with sadness. ”But it's not that simple, Carlos. I want to believe you, but...”

Carlos's grip on you tightened, his body pressing against yours as he sought solace in your embrace. ”Please, don't leave,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. ”I'll do anything to make this right, to prove to you that you're the only one for me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled away, the pain of betrayal still raw and agonizing. ”No,” you murmured, your voice barely audible above the sound of your breaking heart. ”You did to us. You made me believe… I'm leaving. This is goodbye.”

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Carlos standing alone in the wreckage of your brutally murdered relationship.

Charles Leclerc

You had rushed back home because for the first time in what feels like forever, your boyfriend was back home. Charles was a man of many charms. Despite being with him for so long, he still had you blushing and getting butterflies every time he was around.

He was busy when you got home so you decided to wash up but as you paced back and forth in the living room, your heart racing with anxiety, you didn’t know what to do to figure out what exactly Charles was doing.

Charles had been on the phone for what felt like hours, his voice hushed but urgent as he spoke to someone on the other end of the line. Normally, you wouldn't think much of it, but something about his tone tonight had set off alarm bells in your mind.

You tried to focus on a book, anything to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling of unease in the pit of your stomach. But every word you read seemed to blur together, your mind consumed with worry.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. With trembling hands, you set the book aside and made your way to the kitchen, where Charles was still on the phone.

”...I can't risk it tonight,” you heard him say, his tone strained ”She's coming home soon, and I don't want to risk it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Who was he talking about? And why did he sound so nervous?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you crept closer, straining to hear the other end of the conversation.

”...I know, I know,” Charles continued, his voice growing even more frantic. ”But I can't keep doing this. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to you.”

Your blood ran cold at his words. What did he mean, ‘not fair to her?’ And who the fuck was he talking to?

Before you could process it all, Charles abruptly ended the call and turned to find you standing in the doorway, your eyes wide with shock and hurt.

”Y/N,” he started, his voice wavering as he took in your expression. ”I... I didn't realize you were there.”

You struggled to find your voice, your mind racing with a thousand questions. ”Who were you talking to, Charles?” you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles' eyes flickered with guilt as he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. ”It's... it's nothing, Y/N,” he stammered, but you could tell he was lying. ”Just a friend.”

But you weren't buying it. Not after what you had just heard. ”A friend?” you repeated, your voice rising with anger and hurt. ”Is that what you call my replacement?”

Charles' face paled at your accusation, his eyes widening in shock. ”Baby, it's not what you think,” he protested, but you could hear the desperation in his voice. He looked so scared, as if he knew he was gonna get caught up into lies.

”Then what is it, Charles?” you demanded, your voice trembling with emotion. ”Enlighten me.”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering away from yours as if unable to meet your eyes. ”It's... it's complicated,” he finally admitted, but his words offered little comfort.

”There's nothing complicated about cheating on someone you claim to love.” You were trying to compose yourself, not show him how deeply his words had cut you but your hands were trembling and your voice was cracking. Face pale and eyes glassy.

Charles winced at your words, his guilt written plainly across his face. ”You’re the only person I love,” he insisted, his voice barely above a whisper. ”It's just... things got out of hand.”

You felt like you had been punched in the gut. How could he stand there and try to justify his betrayal? How could he expect you to forgive him after this? Why the fuck was he the one looking distort?

”I trusted you, Charles,” you choked out, tears welling in your eyes. He shouldn’t be expecting you to treat him as a victim too when he was the one guilty. ”I thought we had something special.”

Charles' expression softened, his eyes brimming with remorse. ”We do, Y/N,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. ”I love you, more than anything. Please, you have to believe me.”

But love now felt like a distant memory, tarnished by his infidelity. ”How can I believe anything you say after this?” You scoffed bitterly. Angry at yourself for crying in front of the man who has probably been sleeping with someone else for months now.

Charles reached out to you, his hand trembling as he brushed a tear from your cheek. ”I'll do anything to make it up to you, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. ”Just give me a chance to prove it.”

You whispered, your voice heavy with resignation,”There are no second chances for cheaters.”

Lando Norris

Because of multiple torments inflicted by past lovers, you were always resistant to fall head first in any relationship. Hesitant to give your heart knowing recovering was going to be the absolute worst.

Comes in, Lando. The man who broke through all your barriers, took down the walls you put around yourself and had you love struck in a matter of time.

For a moment, everything was amazing. He was the best person you could've asked for. He looked at you as if you put the stars up in the sky.

Who could've thought?

Who could've thought that the same fucking man would have you breaking down at a family event in front of everyone.

The room buzzed with conversation as you sat at the dinner table, trying to ignore the growing tension in the air.

Lando's hand found yours under the table, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your palm. ”Are you okay?” he whispered, concern etched in his voice.

You forced a smile, nodding faintly. ”Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed,” you murmured, hoping to brush off your unease. Why was everyone looking at you with such pity?

But Lando's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. ”You know you can talk to me, right?” he said softly, squeezing your hand gently.

Before you could respond, a sudden hush fell over the room, drawing your attention to the commotion across the room. You followed Lando's gaze, your heart sinking as you saw him make eye contact with one of your cousins, their faces morphing as if they were having a whispered conversation.

”What's going on?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as dread coiled in the pit of your stomach.

You have seen this scene before and you did not like where this was going. Feeling overwhelmed, you got up and excused yourself from the table. Slightly glad to have Lando do the same.

This was all a confusion. You repeated in your head before standing outside the venue, away from distressed eyes and hushed gossips.

Lando's grip on your hand tightened, his expression unreadable as he turned to face you. ”I... I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice strained with emotion.

Your heart plummeted as you watched him fidget, every step feeling like a weight bearing down on your chest. ”What is it?” you asked, your voice trembling with apprehension.

Lando hesitated, his eyes darting away from yours as if unable to meet your gaze. ”I... I don't know how to say this,” he began, his voice faltering.

Just then, your cousin appeared at his side, her expression a mix of guilt and defiance. ”Y/N, we need to talk,” she said, her voice tinged with remorse.

They exchanged another glance and something in your mind stopped working.

Your breath caught in your throat as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, the truth hitting you like a sledgehammer to the chest. ”No...” you whispered, the word barely a breath as tears welled in your eyes.

Lando reached out to you as you took a step away from them, his voice a desperate plea. ”Please, let me explain,” he begged, his eyes brimming with regret.

But you pulled away, the sting of deceit too raw and painful to bear. ”Not you too,” you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion. ”How could you do this to me?”

There were no answers, no explanations that could erase the pain of their breach of trust. They both just watched as you started crying softly. Apparently everyone in your family knew too.

As tears welled in your eyes, Lando's pleading voice cut through the air. ”Y/N, please, just give me a chance to explain.” His hand reached out towards you, but you recoiled, his touch now feeling like a betrayal.

”Explain what?” you retorted, your voice laced with disbelief. ”That you cheated on me with my cousin?”

Lando's eyes widened in panic but instead your cousin's voice broke through the tension, filled with regret. ”Y/N, I'm so sorry. It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened.”

Anger surged within you at her words. ”Sleeping with my fucking boyfriend was a mistake?” you shot back, incredulous at the audacity of her apology.

Lando stepped forward, his expression a mix of remorse and longing. ”I never meant to cause you any pain, Y/N. Please believe me,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion.

Your trust had shattered along with your heart. 

His voice quivered as he spoke again, desperation lacing his words. ”I love you, Y/N. I made a stupid mistake, but it doesn't change how I feel about you.”

But love now felt like a distant memory, tarnished by their adultery.

”If this is love, I want no part of it,” you declared, your voice filled with anguish. Knowing deep down that you meant it.

Your cousin reached out to you, her eyes brimming with tears. ”Y/N, please, you have to understand...” But understanding felt beyond your reach, lost in a sea of pain and betrayal.

”Understand what?” you cried out, your voice breaking with emotion. ”That my own sister betrayed me with my… my boyfriend?”

Lando's plea echoed in the air, his voice thick with desperation. ”I'll do anything to make it up to you, Y/N. Just give me a chance.”

But the chance had already been squandered, lost in the wreckage of their infidelity.

”You had your chance, Lando, and you blew it.” You wish you could be angry and put them to their places but your chest was hurting so much that it was almost dizzy.

You felt sick and on the verge of passing out.

”I'll do anything to make things right, Y/N. Just tell me what to do.” But there was nothing they could do to undo the damage that had been done, no words or actions that could mend the broken pieces of your heart.

They have insulted you in front of your whole family.

”There's nothing you can do to fix this, Lando. You've ruined everything,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned away, the weight of their betrayal too heavy to bear.

As you walked away, their voices faded into the background, drowned out by the deafening roar of your own heartbreak. And as you stumbled out into the night, the stars above offering no solace, you vowed never to let anyone break you again.

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TWO OF US AND ONE OF YOU ━━ F1 GRID X YOU

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poly/threeway relationships with f1 drivers and the dynamics

casting max verstappen & daniel ricciardo, charles leclerc & carlos sainz, george russell & alex albon and nico hulkenberg & gabriel bortoleto ; oscar piastri & mark webber

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VERSTAPPEN & RICCIARDO your relationship was so private it was almost non-existent, not like that was a bad thing. once the cameras are off and no one is recording, you all spend time in max's penthouse. the domestic life gets to you. though daniel prefers his time australia, he never wants to miss when all of you free your schedule. it's difficult to balance the life between a man who can't stray from his simrig, and the other wanting to start a farm. you meet in the middle with love that is irreplaceable

LECLERC & SAINZ probably the most pr-looking relationship that is more casual than people think. everywhere you go, you're dubbed as the power trio. all of you shine on your own and shine even brighter together. they have different way of showing you their love, though. charles loves taking you to fancy places, showing you off in your finest dress and making sure everyone captures the two of you's good sides when you're inevitably caught making out. carlos is rather quiet, though his gifts and dates are meaningful like he's falling in love with you the first time.

RUSSELL & ALBON best friends who date are probably the easiest relationship. if there was ever a fight, it's easily resolved. alex makes sure to spend as much time making you laugh. george, to compliment, is in your photos showing the brightest smile just from being with you. the both of them work in tandem and you keep up just right that your relationship feels like it's lighter than feather. your heart flying faster than formula one cars.

HULKENBERG & BORTOLETO it's an odd relationship, yeah. but your taste is very flexible, as you could tell. dating gabriel comes first, of course. over the course of him being in kick sauber and being with nico, both of you have gravitated towards him. it started innocent, sure, but who could really deny nico? he was a bit hesitant dating two people younger than him, but you two had made it obvious that you're determined to not let him go. it was the two of you chasing him down like ' dogs in heat', as nico joked.

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PIASTRI & WEBBER it's odd. it's probably unconventional. dating a former formula one driver and then the kid he took under his wing. somehow, out of the two, it's mark who's more talkative and more forward. it's not because oscar is shy or anything, but oscar is naturally quiet and shows his love in other ways. the two of them are quite opposite but they make it work when it comes to you.

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