#rpf is called rpf for a reason

[jrueships]

negligent mother

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

What if Christos Lawton is the one responsible for putting I Say A Little Prayer For You on the official George Hodgson playlist. What then. On the one hand I would have to set myself on fire but on the other hand it would be FANTASTIC news for whoever authored my all time favorite post on the Cold Boys Kink Meme

[couches]

steph/klay + pretty :)

omg thank you pookie :')))))

"Pretty? Really? This is what you call pretty?" Klay felt himself heating up, embarrassed from how much the word made him feel, but trying his best (and obviously failing) to downplay his reaction.

Steph didn't say a word back, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed looking up at his teammate, smiling.

"Geez," Klay continued, painfully aware that he needed to stop talking but unable to get himself to shut up and face the man who just complimented him, "I don't wanna know what your taste in flowers is if you think I look pretty in this suit."

If it was anyone else, that awkward and incredibly lame jab would be made fun of, but Steph continued to look at Klay fondly the entire time. He didn't push back or seem embarrassed the way Klay obviously was. His smile just got wider seeing Klay squirm.

"It was the first word that came to mind, man. Pink is your color."

[23fallencomets]

anyway letting you guys know that You Are More Than Just a Dream (the kimi logan ollie fic) is gonna be a bit unrealistic and logan has plot armor since it’s gonna be an installation to my Overpowered series

it’s not gonna be insanely unrealistic but just enough where you’re like okay that has like a 1% chance of actually happening

but i’m really excited for it!

[maladaptivejen]

Under the cut because it's lowkey spoiler for the sequel, but you'll see it in the tags when I eventually post the first chapter, so fuck it, we ball.

If you want absolute zero spoilers, don't open it, I guess lol

Deadass this is how Mikey looks at Dallon

[freakinator]

still so funny to me that the reason i started putting non-ls stuff here is cause i got jumpscared by how much ls knowledge you needed for uu lmao

[wizard-writings]

i'll make it alright

xavier/gaspard, contains implications at sex.

The bus had stopped for another reason. Ants were rattling through Xavier’s legs and arms, leaving him so jittery and agitated. He stood outside, along the busy, noisy road, by the bus, and switched between chewing on his already chewed down nails and smoking his cigarette. Breathing heavily, he stewed deeper and deeper in his swirling emotions.

Until a hand on his shoulder made him glance up and furrow his eyebrows at whoever was bothering his brooding. Gaspard was smiling apologetically, leaning forward and craning his neck, while keeping his hand on his shoulder. The furrow of his eyebrows relaxed slightly and his frown eased up. “What’s up, Gaspard?” He sighed. 

“Come here,” Gaspard stated, brushing his hand down Xavier’s back. He nudged him towards the grass by the side, which was more yellow than green. The grass sloped down, disappearing into another road. Xavier scrunched up his nose, frowning slightly, as he turned to face Gaspard. “Now, watch me!” He exclaimed, before sitting down on his ass and rolling down the hill. 

Xavier crossed his arms, chuckling quietly and shaking his head. Gaspard jogged up the hill again, smiling widely, as blades of grass stuck in his curls. He couldn’t help the affection washing over him, as Gaspard picked them out of his hair and continued by mussing it up. He was such a dork, Xavier couldn’t believe it sometimes. 

“What do you think?” Gaspard asked and smiled shyly at him.

“That sure was rolling down a hill.” Xavier replied wryly. It had at least brought a smile to his face. 

“Don’t you want to?” Gaspard continued, voice calming down slightly. Xavier snorted. An ugly sound, causing Gaspard’s smile to falter slightly. His smile straightened out, slightly faker, and ice cold guilt ran through and settled in Xavier’s veins. 

The other was just trying to make him feel better and he was stepping all over it. Like fucking usual. 

“Do I just… tumble down?” Xavier asked, as he sat down on his ass. He tilted his head backwards and Gaspard nodded slightly. He dropped onto his side, before pushing himself off and began rolling down the hill. 

It didn’t seem like a long hill, but he was tumbling down the hill for a long time. The grass was scratchy and uncomfortable against his face. His stomach swooped, as his brain rattled in his brain. At the same time, his heart began pumping, as adrenaline flooded his system. His laughter was almost ripped from him, almost as jolly as santa. 

Xavier stopped on his side, before dropping on his back. Staring up at the sky, it was beautifully blue and these clouds, fluffy like perfect little white sheeps, floated by. Loud laughter followed him, until Gaspard’s arms smacked into his. He huffed, shaking his head, while Gaspard settled down next to him. 

“Look, that cloud looks like a vinyl,” Gaspard said as he pointed up at a circular cloud, with the appropriate hole in the middle.

Xavier nodded, before leaning to the side to stare at Gaspard. He was smiling, one arm underneath his head, while another was resting on his stomach. “You’re in a great mood today,” Xavier muttered, before placing his hand underneath his cheek to get a better angle to look at him. 

“It’s a great day,” Gaspard stated simply. Xavier shrugged his shoulders. “You cannot see it?” Gaspard said and scooted closer, before smiling cheekily. “Let me help you…” He whispered and brushed his hands along Xavier’s jaw. Xavier couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning closer to Gaspard, and pursing his lip.

The other pressed his lips to Xavier’s. Their lips overlapped passionately, causing another set of good emotions to bubble up within Xavier. He let it wash over him, really feeling it. And feeling the coarse brush of Gaspard’s mustache against his upper lip, as his warm hands held his face. The grass brushed against his stomach, where his t-shirt had brushed up.

Xavier did truly feel happy this moment.

So of course it had to be ruined. Multiple people were yelling at the top of the hill, and when Xavier finally glanced over, Pedro was waving his long arms around like an orangutan. He huffed annoyedly, as Gaspard could only chuckle. They didn’t exactly have the most alone time on the bus… That must add to Xavier’s general grouchiness. 

“Come on, grumpy! Another couple hours and we’ll be in a hotel room…” Gaspard all but purred, while brushing his hands along the bit of skin above his waistband. The implication of his words hung in the air heavily. 

Xavier jumped to his feet, before turning around to stick a hand out to Gaspard. “Well, let’s go.” Xavier said. Gaspard cackled all the way up the hill again. 

That annoying asshole. 

Xavier loved him so much.

[charcubed]

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[pangaeaseas]

the fact that there's a bunch of random fics called all the young dudes that are not. the one. is sending me....like imagine you wrote Sherlock mpreg in 2013 that's bad enough and then your fic title is taken over by a phenomenon from a wildly different fandom

[aromanticgarbage]

lmao I just happen to mention ur fave. What are the chances. I like it too but honestly I mentioned it cuz I thought it was the most fucked up fic. Like joji would laugh off all the gay smut stories but I feel like this one would make him genuinely sick to his stomach and lose some of his faith in humanity 😅

true. but man i love fucked up fics.

[edenavari]

My ass is too juicy and my mind too scintillating for me to be this fucking alone right now. Where are my admirers

[vampatty]

7, 14 🩸

7. Coffee or tea while you write?

honestly hate to admit this but when i feel like i need caffeine while i write 9/10 i'm drinking like code red mtn dew 😭😭 but otherwise it's zero sugar san pelligrino or water. that being said i do love coffee it just has a tendency to hurt my tummy so i have to drink it sparingly + hot drinks in general hurt my tummy as well so i can only drink iced coffee/cold brew and the like. also frankly i'm not even supposed to be drinking like any caffeine at all so nobody tell my cardiologist what i just said 🤫🤫

14. What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

probably comments and asks because i LOVE to talk to people and get direct reviews + feedback, i have like an extremely difficult time conceptualizing what other people may actually enjoy in a story and understanding how certain elements are actually going to be interpreted by/come across to other people so i really really appreciate anyone who says basically anything to me about what i write, it helps me so much!!

[rhaenyraeri]

Co-Star Tensions (Part 2) - Jack O’Connell

minors dni, 18+!

Part 1, Part 2, Interlude, Part 3

Pairing: Jack O’Connell x fem!Reader, (technically a little Remmick x fem!Reader too)

Summary: A week has past since that night, but unfortunately nothing said has came true. You got in your head about it, and the awkward tension has now turned into relatively no interactions. Now. a tense scene including Remmick and your character is to be filmed for the movie’s extended cut.

Warnings: rpf fic, oral (fem!receiving), biting, fingering, (blood kink?), its filth again lol

Word Count: 3k+

Reshoots have been eventful, especially since that night. Stolen glances and obviously different tension were prominent on set, especially now that some previously drafted scenes were brought to light. Ryan decided, for an extended cut, to bring back some scenes he left out for plot reasons, but wanted to add as a special little treat for the fans. Some, most even, were of flashbacks with Stack and Mary, a few scenes of their relationship including some more risqué moments. A couple included flashbacks with Smoke and Annie, and the short time they had with their baby girl. And, of course, the star antagonist, Remmick, with his lover, your character.

Since that night on the small set in the cabin, you and Jack haven’t really spoke. There’s not been many scenes that needed you both together, and unfortunately, it felt like that made things worse. You were given a script filled with the individual short additions, but past the reshoot of the Joan and Bert changing scene, you didn’t give it much thought. Apparently, neither did Jack, as when you walked onto set that morning and were told by Ryan about what the two of you were filming that day, both of you stopped dead in your tracks. You looked at each other, and you felt your heart flutter. Today, you were to film a scene where your character disagreed with a feeding Remmick committed, calling it too dangerous and she needed him to think some actions through a little better. To that, Remmick hated it. During their argument, things get heated as he needed to take his anger out on her sexually, and that’s exactly what she wanted, too. After going over the few lines of dialogue enough times to get it tweaked perfect for the day, you both headed to your individual campers to get your costumes on for the day.

You arrived to the set first, which was made during the first round of filming, but was set aside, now obviously for the tense scene you were about to film. After a few minutes speaking with your co-star and close friends Wunmi and Hailee, Jack arrived to the set, and of course, he was covered in the damn fake blood again. Something about that man in that way drove you insane. The two women looked at you and smirked, snickering as they walked away and whispering amongst themselves, surely about you and the way your demeanor changed instantly. Ryan called for the two of you to come over and run through the script quickly, and once he was satisfied with the tweaks, filming began.

You sat on the chair of the rundown cabin, the curtains rotted and discolored due to the abandoned effect it required. You took some deep breaths, preparing yourself for the first time you’ve actually been around Jack for a prolonged time since the incident.

“3.. 2.. 1.. action!”

Your character sat in the chair, fingers twiddling together as she waited impatiently for the return of Remmick, daylight beginning to peak slightly through the fortified window. The door busts open, and there he is, soaked with blood and skin smoking.

“Where the hell have you been, Remmick? It’s fucking daylight, you could’ve died!”

“I had a good feeding, darlin’. You would’ve known had you loosened up a bit and came with.”

You narrowed your gaze, sighing deeply and rolling your eyes. He walked to the kitchen counter, putting his hands on it and looked down.

“What, now you’re mad at me ‘cause I didn’t wanna go out that close to sunrise to take out a full group? Sorry, but I’d rather not burn to death!”

He slammed a hand on the counter, shaking his head, but still not raising it to look at you.

“Nah, nah, I’m not mad at you. I’m disappointed! We do this together, we’re in it together, and you just wanted us to sit and starve til dusk! This life is hell, and living it like it’s a normal one only makes it worse.”

“So, this cursed life is worse with me in it? You’d rather me just go, then? You forget you changed me, Rem. Not the other way around. You damned me to this, I get to live it how I want.”

Your eyes started filling with tears, a small talent you’d acquired a few months ago during the first round of filming. He finally looked up, the first time you got to see his face this morning. The costume today had the special effects for Remmick’s vampire teeth being out. The second you laid eyes on him, knowing what was to come in this scene, you knew you wouldn’t be acting anymore. Especially not with what the script called for next. His eyes darkened at you, and you could sense his energy changed too. He wanted your body on his, and it frustrated him that since that night, you hadn’t so much as even spoke to him. But here you were, fate making it clear, that the tension hadn’t just remained, it grew stronger. More full of yearning, more intense, more.. desperate, as he called it that night.

“Now, you know that’s not what I meant. Hell, if anything want you around more than what I get. I.. I need you more than what we have, darlin’. And for you to say you want to leave me.. now I just can’t be havin’ that,” he starts stalking towards you, the boots stomping intimidatingly on the wood. He was close, dangerously close to you. “Your fate is intertwined with mine now, and there’s no escapin’ it. If you leave I will not rest until you are back to me.”

“So you’re just gonna find a way for me to stay here? Stay with you and run the risk of living without you? I’d rather be away from you while you’re on this earth than while you’re rotting in whatever hell we’re damned to!”

He snarled, showing the frustration Remmick had towards your character, as she refused to see that he wanted what he thought was best for them, and she seemed ungrateful. You backed up into a wall, as Jack stomped closer to you, it’s almost as if he himself was frustrated with you, the real you. The tension in this scene goes deeper than just the characters now. It’s between you and him.

In a quick second, his hand with vampiric claws reach up to grab you by your neck, “Do you not realize what I do for you? I had came to terms that our fate isn’t gonna end happy like we hope for, but I want to make the best of it. For you! For us! I love you, and here you are bein’ cruel about it. Don’t you dare leave me.”

“I.. I didn’t.. I just wanted.. to be safe..” your spoke through exaggerated breaths, keeping up the act of being choked, even then Jack’s hand was just barely around your throat.

“I can protect you, darlin’. Always have, always will. You best come to your senses.. or do I need to fuck them into you?”

That wasn’t in the script. Your eyes widened, breathing rapidly speeding up. Ryan didn’t call cut. He thought this was improvising, it technically is. But you know it’s real. It’s not just Remmick. Your next line would only fuel the fire between the two of you.

“I’m sorry.. I need to understand you better.. I need you to show me just how sensible I can be.”

Jack shook his head, a real groan of frustration leaving him as he turns away from the shot, not acting anymore. Now, Ryan yells cut.

“Jack, you okay? Let’s take a 15, everyone.”

The lights flickered back on as his steps start rapidly making their way off the set. Concern fills you, he’d been off all morning, was he actually just frustrated? Upset at you? Michael called after him, but decided it was best to just let him take a second. You turned to look at him, and asked if he knew what was up.

“Nope. I’ve got no clue. He’s not been himself today. I figured you knew why.”

He looked at you, he figured you two had a blossoming romance starting up, but he took your confusion as a ‘no, it’s not that.’ Everyone took to different areas of the set, grabbing some waters and resting for a bit. There was no point in just standing here aimlessly when you knew you had to be the reason he was upset. Walking to the hallway he had stormed off into, you looked into every room with doors open, and knocked on the ones without. Eventually you came to the prop closet, and you knocked on it.

“Jack, are you in here? Is everything okay?”

The door swung open at your voice, and he grabbed your hand to pull you in. He slammed the door behind you and locked it. He was breathing heavy, almost distraught at what was happening. You looked to meet his eyes, and they were dark. Filled with lust, desire, longing.

“I’ve spent all week hoping you’d speak to me, and not once have you. All but looks. That’s not enough, love. I need you. I miss you. You.. are all I want. And to be thrown aside?” he looks away, shaking his head, “That’s hurt me, love. So yeah, yeah I’m mad at you.”

“I didn’t wanna make more awkward than it needed to be. I didn’t think you’d wanna speak to me after that. Kinda figured it’d be a one time thing,” you spoke.

“I told you I wanted to spend some time with you after that, how much clearer could I have been? We agreed to hang out, I mean.. How else am I meant to feel when you just give me glances? I wanted more than just a little fuck, love.”

So that was it. You didn’t think he was honest when he asked to hang out after that. It was a tension driven, lust filled sexual activity purely driven by fantasy. Or, at least you told yourself that. Later that night, you’d reflected on it all and got into your head over it, convincing yourself that nothing would come from it, and that all said after was just an adrenaline infused conversation. Before that, there was no real romantic communication between the two of you. Some flirting and glances, and the obvious tension.

“I just thought you were fucking with me. Just convinced myself that you were.”

“I would never do that. I’ve thought about taking youout for a nice date, just the two of us spending time with each other. Not just desperate tension on the set for hours each day. Got me frustrated over it all, I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

You sighed, looking to your right and thinking of what to say next. It was just.. what do you say? I’m sorry I did sexual acts with you then fucked off like a lousy shithead and ignored you the past week?

You tried to get some words out, but they just weren’t.

“Fuck this,” he growled out. He took your face between his hands and kissed you hard. The shock delayed your reaction, but you came to your senses quick, and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. It was sloppy, passionate, desperate. He slid his right hand down your body and placed it on your hip, turning you around and pushing you against the wall. Your hands traced into his hair, gripping it and pushing his face somehow even closer to yours. The hand on your waist came up to grab your left hand, the one on your cheek grabbed your right, moving to hold them above your head. His moved to hold both of them with one of his own, sliding the other right down your body, and under your costume dress.

“Fuck, I need to touch you. Been missin’ the taste of you ever since,” he said as his hand slid into your underwear, relishing in the moan you uttered, before gathering some of your slick onto his fingers and bringing them up. He put his fingers into his mouth, tasting the wetness you had for him. Humming in content, his eyes fluttered shut and back open, embracing the wonder he just tasted. He put his lips against yours again, tongue slipping into your mouth. Between him, the taste of yourself mixing with his spit and the same damn thing that drove you insane last time, the taste of the fake blood mixing into it, you could’ve came by that alone. The sensualness of the scandalous act the two of you were committing for the second time in a week just made the situation much hotter.

“Ah fuck this,” he moaned as he pulled away, hand letting go of your wrists as he fell to his knees. He lifted your dress up and pulled your underwear down. Taking a finger, he slid it inside you, a moan rumbling out of you as he moved it in and out. The sensation was insane, the speed was just right. He kissed your left thigh just above your knee, making his way closer to your pussy. Your breathing became labored, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. He placed an open mouth kiss as close to your center as he could, before giving it a bite. Fuck, those damn vampire teeth were still in. It hurt at first, and that pain quickly turned into pleasure as he gave you a hickey in the same spot. Your right hand gathered up your dress, allowing you to see a little more of what he was doing, and your left made its way into his hair. He growled impatiently, finding obvious pleasure in you touching him. He kissed the spot where he just placed the hickey, and turned his head, darting his tongue out to finally touch you where he wanted to most. His tongue licked you, desperate to get every ounce of you grazed. Your moans were now louder, the feeling of finally having that face where you wanted it was so relieving. Your hand moved to push his face further into you, causing him to moan against you. Your thighs trembled at that, and his free hand grabbed one and threw it over his shoulder, gaining more access into you. The hand now came to hold yours, giving you stability. His finger left your pussy, now using that hand to slid up your dress and grab your breast. His tongue now all but fucked you, rutting against you. The taste drove him insane, and he needed relief, but the sounds you were making.. the smell and taste.. the mere feeling of his tongue now inserting itself into your pussy was enough for now. He wasn’t eating you out, he was devouring you, feasting upon you, gorging himself of you. He wanted so bad to say some dirty shit to you but he just couldn’t waste a second not between your legs. Your head went back against the wall, eyes rolling as if all started to become too much for you. He pulls off of you for a second, catching a breath. Your high was just seconds away. He looks up at you, your slick covering most of his face, and the fake blood had now turned light pink from being smeared.

“Taste like fuckin’ heaven, love.”

The smirk he gave you showed the fake fangs piercing through, a reminder of just how hot he was as Remmick. You groaned at the sight, moving to shove his face back to where it belonged, needing to make more of a mess of him. He wasn’t ready to eat yet.

He spits right on your clit, a mix of your slick and his spit going back onto his meal, before he let up against your grip, going right back into your pussy. Finally you got your release, but he didn’t care. He was savoring you longer, like you were the last meal he’d ever receive, determined to collect as much of you as he could. His hand slips down from your breast, coming to your thigh and holding you still from the overwhelming sensation. Humming against you, he gave one more good rut of his tongue into you, licking his plate clean. He slid your leg off his shoulder before standing back up to face you.

“Somehow I think you’ve gotten the messier end this time,” you said to him. His leaned in to kiss you, your slick still shining on his face. He laughed, before leaning his forehead onto yours. You moved your head to go on his shoulder, and you noticed a mirror against the wall of the closet.

“Look at yourself, Jack,” you giggled, motioning to the mirror. He turned his head and stared for a second before putting his head down, and laughed.

“Nah, you’ve still made a mess of me, love. I’ve not even got my effects on anymore.”

The sound of your laughter together filled the room, and as the moment passed, silence grew. You wrapped your arms around his neck, before whispering, “I’m sorry,” in his ear. He sighed, turning his head to kiss your neck.

“It’s alright, love. ‘Suppose we can make a deal between us? No more tension, no more glances? You’re real special to me, you know? I’d love to take you out properly one day. And I mean it. Don’t get into your head about it,” he promised, referencing your doubts from earlier.

“Deal. I’m really sorry about that, I just got scared, that’s all. I didn’t wanna ruin a good thing, you know?”

“Come on, you couldn’t drive me away even if you tried. I’m here for you, I want to be with you. Let’s get done filming for the day and I’ll take you out for a nice dinner, yeah?”

You smiled, grateful for what will happen between the two of you. The days of hoping to spend time with him have came to fruition, and now there’s no more awkwardness, just the two of you. You know how you feel about each other, and it’s time you do something about it. Well, something romantic about it.

“That sounds nice, Jack. Let’s make sure this retake is the last of the day.”

A moment of silence was brought between the two of you, just holding each other. A loud knock at the door made the both of you jump, and a voice followed.

“Come on you two, 15 is over. Ryan’s almost back so make sure you get.. appropriate.” Of course, it was Hailee.

“Well.. as appropriate as you can get.” And Wunmi. Great.

“Yeah uh.. we’ll be out. Uh. Just.. go away, we’ll be back out there in a few,” you called out.

“So they know, huh?”

“Well they suspected it, from what I gather everyone did. Just wait until later,” you laughed. You were joking but also, not. He placed a sweet, quick kiss on your forehead before he went to open the door, but you stopped him. He turned and looked at you confused.

Smiling, you laughed and said, “You may wanna stop and clean.. all that,” pointing to the light pink fake blood. He shook his head and replied, “Alright, but you have to clean all that up too,” mimicking your point. The light pink had smeared onto your face too.

“Fuck you,” you muttered under your breath as he opened the door and walked out. Just as you turned to look better into the mirror, the door opened again.

“You’re real close to it, love.”

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(A/N: as always, reader is meant to be as inclusive as possible, but if any mistakes are made please let me know! also, i’m thinking there will be more parts to this, at least a couple.)

Taglist: @theworldismyoister (if anyone wants to be tagged also, let me know!

[hackauthorairplane]

i think shang qinghua and tianlang-jun should have a weird chemistry that make other people (lbh, mbj, sqq, etc) confused and uncomfortable

post-maigu ridge but pre-moshang getting together, for whatever reason sqh and tlj are in the same proximity in front of others, probably their first ever conversation -> sqh is really not as scared as the others think he should be! sqh usually does his snivelly coward bit when around demon lords, and no one would call him stupid so why does he seem...weirdly chill? is he starting a conversation about the latest bingqiu rpf?! 🤨

why is tlj interested in what sqh is saying? why is he laughing at the joke sqh made? why is he so enthusiastically responding, leaning forward in interest, eyes glimmering??

Shang Qinghua, why are you staring at the former demon emperor's boobs????? why are you smirking like that??????!

[dropkickers]

For younger fans, who arrived at the party late and missed the fun part, a core appeal of this team even as its on-ice performance has become increasingly maddening has been the compelling interpersonal dynamic between its players, namely Crosby and Malkin. The contrast of Crosby’s stoicism and quiet decency with Malkin’s goofiness and heart-on-sleeve emotion combined with their improbable two-decade partnership — intact because of hours-long pleading phone calls on the eve of 2022’s free agency period — is the defining dynamic of the franchise since 2005.

It’s also, perhaps unsurprisingly, the basis for tens if not hundreds of thousands of words of fiction. The authors of those stories, whose tendency to take extreme creative liberties with the nature of the relationship has earned the ire and often disgust of more conventional fans, have nonetheless hit on a truth: that what the Penguins are actually doing on the ice is probably the least interesting thing about them at this point.

when a sports writers say your team sucks there’s a reason people write rpf and they’re so valid

[valyrfia]

my rpf take is there's gonna be a surging of jealous max fics after lewis joins ferrari. the man does little spins waiting for charles like a highschooler with a crush, he won't handle high fashion bombshell top model lewis hamilton getting charles' attention.

I can't wait for misunderstanding fics. sure, there's that one photo where young charles is looking at lewis like mr darcy chasing elizabeth in the rain but no. max is mr darcy and he's really fucking dense. charles has been trying to get his attention for years there's dozens of pictures of him grinning for no reason. it's just that charles has eyes and of course lewis is gorgeous but does he yap at him? no. does he call him charlie? no. does he hold charles' waist and play footsie after quali? no. is lewis already tired of their shit? YES

Anon this is GOLD. Charles has a documented thing for WDCs and Max is so used to being the WDC with the most attention……what happens when Charles is contractually obliged to give Lewis Hamilton attention. Max is pulling on Charles’ metaphorical pigtails on track at any given opportunity and everyone around Max is just shaking their heads going “HE’S BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR SEVEN YEARS YOU ASSHOLE”