#still work like a champ

[daily-odile]

Odile wearing Bonnie's hat (likely under duress)

lost a bet. works surprisingly well as a sun hat though

[plusultraetc]

my favorite thing about Vlad King is that his hero name is VLAD KING and his quirk is BLOOD CONTROL and he has RED EYES and SHARP TEETH and he's 6'4 and built like a BRICK WALL and his PERSONALITY IS competitive but supportive, protective and encouraging, he gets along with his students and coworkers and his favorite things are tomatoes and cheese. he's got a dog :)

[pixel-star]

[ghost-city-aballs]

ok chat what if jojos but pokémon

right?

-cas

[toaugment]

imagine a/rcane if they actually did a good job with z/aun

[rangersoup]

Our good ol’ Ford F-550 ambulances may break down all the time, but at least they can take a hit like an absolute champ.

[hejnokavek]

"what are you doing" "stop bothering the cat" "you are annoying him"

a) he bothers as a sport it's eye for eye

b) one must bother the cat so the cat is used to being harmlessly bothered and doesn't fight you when it matters

[twodeluxe]

I wanna see the necklace omg! That’s so cool of y’all

THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME you are my favorite

we used to have a silver otherkin star that we wore daily, but the top fixture snapped. rather than replace it, we figured the plural rings were a little more accurate for us now, anyway.

a friend ended up doing the model (albeit while we sat behind and gave feedback), we paid shapeways for the printing, for speed & just to save us the trouble of actually producing something to "daily wear" standards. would recommend.

[yunyuis-remade]

the most annoying part of "ITS ALL SCRIPTED SHES GONNA GET THE BELT AND HER TITLE BACK ANYWAYS" is that it ignores the real work the titleholders put in. wwe is scripted and for show but... like. you still gotta fight for your spot in the storylines. you still gotta be GOOD and you still gotta give wwe smth. they dont just choose willy nilly.

rhea has skill and talent and its still so fucking sad this happened bc at the end of the day, its a real injury that she has. this is a real sort of stepping away from being a major role in wwe until she recovers. she still earned that spot that she had to step away from

[moteldogs]

mostly I like being trans and I am grateful every day that I get to transition and being stealth is just sort of my default state at this point but jesus it makes getting laid stressful sometimes

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[rafesangelita]

♡ sucking off bsf!rafe while no one’s home..

warnings: handjob, oral (m. receiving), praise

rafe knew as soon as you welcomed him inside your house in nothing but a baby tee and sleep shorts that didn’t do so much as to cover the globes of your ass, he was going to be fighting with himself to keep his attention zeroed in elsewhere. after telling him to go ahead and sit down in the living room, rafe blinked away from the sight of your hips swaying as you walked into the kitchen and came out with a bowl of popcorn. “hey, uhm— where are your parents at?” he swallowed thickly, settling into the cushions as you walked over and pressed play on the tv.

“oh, they’re out on a date tonight, they won’t be home anytime soon.” rafe’s fists clenched at his sides when you rested your head in his lap, your backside now on full display as your face was only mere centimeters away from his clothed cock. “great..” he trailed off, trying his best to just let the sound of the movie tune out any unwanted thoughts inside his head right now. he couldn’t risk getting hard in his shorts and having his hard-on just there in your face, but with your hand also resting on his thigh, he was slowly but surely approaching the line of no return.

inching your hand closer to where you wanted to feel him, you moved your head slightly, biting your lip enticingly when you felt him poking your cheek. sparing his lap a quick glance, you rubbed your thighs together once you saw the tent that had formed there. rafe knew you caught him when you lifted your eyes towards his face, the guilt already seeping through his features. “i’m so sorry, i swear i tried my best not to react—” he stopped talking when you palmed him through his shorts, your fingers working to finally get him in your hands. “w-wait, are you sure?” he stopped you, his heart beating in his ears.

without a word, you reached up for his hand and placed it on your ass, flashing him a smile before you averted your eyes to his length. you moaned when you finally felt him give in, his palm groping your flesh as you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock. he hissed, watching you intently as you gripped him at the base and started stroking him in your fist, your lips wrapping around his sticky tip. “fuck, that feels good.” he sighed, moving your hair out of the way so he could get a clear view of your pretty face. “god, you look so good like this, ‘just taking it like a fuckin’ champ..”

swirling your tongue around his head, you pulled away with a pop!, a string of saliva still connecting you two together. “i’ve wanted to do this for so long.” you confessed, making him curse under his breath as he marveled at the sight of your messy chin. “are you serious?” he groaned, “i wish you would’ve told me sooner, we could’ve done this a long time ago.” rafe ran his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it pop back into place before you pressed a small kiss to his digit. “i guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, then.” you lowered your head again, this time taking him all the way down your throat.

rubbing your clit through your panties, rafe touched you while he fucked your mouth, the sound of his low groans and your muffled moans filling the space of your living room. it wasn’t long before he was doubling over, his fingers threading through your hair and tugging at your roots as he held you in place to take his load. you didn’t feel the hot ropes paint the inside of your mouth until he gasped, a string of curses rumbling from his chest as he filled you up until you had a mix of spit and cum dribbling down your chin. “holy shit,” rafe pulled you off of him, “that was better than what i imagined.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[sangunary]

BatBoy x Hero Reader.

SYPNOSIS: Being the subject of admiration of kids is a real privilege.

IMP: Reader is only 5 year's older.. Reader do not reciprocate the feelings.

Dick Grayson:

He liked you before he was Robin, before the light were on him just because you complimented his mother. Most Heroes don't really have the time to take personal note of citizens but you did, and he wasn't ashamed about liking you hell everybody knows that the you g boy liked you. The way his eyes would sparkle whenever he saw you or how he was trying his best to impress you like how kods would.

He broke his leg because he was trying to impress you, forgetting about the fact that he jumping through roofs too occupied with making sure you were watching he totally forgot everything he have learnt. It was embarassing for him pretending that his broken leg was just some boo-boo but you saw through him. Gave him a piggy back home which made him promise to you that he would be stronger and he'll carry you like that one day.

Bruce wouldn't stop lecturing him, scolding him for broking his leg for 'validation'. The moment Bruce somewhat insult you the young boy definitely defended you with his whole heart. He did not care who he had to face no one talk about you like that to him. Alfred wouldn't stop passing remarks about you from that day.

Jason Todd.

He started to like you when you gave him food when he was still living in the street. To you it was just giving a poor kid some food but to him... You were an angel sent by God personally for him and luckily he got to meet you again by fate.

He was more reckless than any of your mentee and definitely more ruthless, Bruce already told you about his bad tendency but you treat him like a normal person. With him around you could go through a whole mission while closing your eyes he would take care of everything for you before you can ask. If any thug get a hit on you, boom! A dislocated arm. After each patrol with yoy Bruce would lecture him again and again, and as a result he was permitted from patrolling with you alone.

He took it like a champ and run straight to your house with his belongings, a credit card he stole from Bruce on his hand. Begging you take him and run away somewhere without Bruce. He ended up staying with you for two months before the unthinkable happened.

Tim Drake.

Being liked by him have to be the worst dream for heros. Not only did he show up at your apartment with a whole binder full of why you were the exact hero he demanded for him to be your sidekick. He even brought a list of chores. He talked about how easy it was and even bringing a presentation on how to hide your identity better cause not every kid deserves to know your identity he needs your validation real bad.

Not only did he not get to live with you he instead got to live with the dark knight. Even during Patrol he wouldn't stop asking you questions which you answered, everything but the 'Can you love a sidekick?'.

Bruce is very sick of your name now, everytime he did something wrong Tim was ready to bring his luggage to your apartment. For Bruce he was learning every random fact about you through his bored kid "Their bathroom is atleast 5 feet by 8 feet", "They're neglecting their school work, especially on friday", "They eat ramen everyday... We should give them money".

Bruce made Tim your contingency plan.

Damian Wayne.

Damian started to 'care' about your presence after you flicker his forehead when he was stating facts. He was amazed by your audacity so much that he ended up at your apartment analyzing everything and memorizing them. It was because if he has to fight you it'll be inside your own home and he'll laugh at you when he ended you in your own comfort.

That never happened he ended up cleaning your apartment out of pity. Gradually he would 'soften' letting you do his hair or let you touch his personal weapon he treasure dearly. To him you weren't just a person you were the embodiment of warmth and he wasn't going to let any one took that warmth from him, they should thank him if they managed to left with only a broken rib.

Bruce saw you as a huge disaster and tried to send you to blüdhaven for your own and his son sake. Damian would always visit you every single night, he couldn't be at ease knowing his trust was so far away so he made sure that you were taking care of yourself not because he love you and only because you were the missing part of him. Being lectured by a kid on how to live isn't fun.

[edgelite]

seth and shinsuke having a trilogy that ends with a no dq / weapons match i fink i deserve it

[cheftsunoda]

As a throuple enthusiast, you are doing lord's work 🛐❤️

(tysm for the compliment bby) (had to make something special just for you)

wag x 3 ? — aa23 + lily muni he

smau + blurbs

alex albon x !professional tennis player russell reader x lily muni he

george russell x !tennis player sister reader

alex and lily have had a collective crush on yn for years. they avoided it all costs due to the fact that she is george’s sister and they are incredibly scared of rejection. but after yn wins a career grand slam will things change?

fc : kornelia.ski on ig and paula badosa

very tiny amounts of suggestive content if you squint real hard

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yn.russell

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yn.russell : just won a career grand slam, wyd?

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lando : kiss me like that pls

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↳ lando : but that was INCREDIBLE. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!! CONGRATULATIONS

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serenawilliams : Welcome to the club, Legend. 🔥🎾

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yn.russell : the GOAT.

wta : Career Grand Slam secured for Miss Russell!! 🔥🔥

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georgerussell63 : i’ve watched you fight for this since we were young. no one deserves it more. so proud of you sis. proud to be your brother. ❤️

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yn.russell : my georgie<3 the best brother i could’ve ever asked for.

carmenmmundt : you were absolutely incredible out there today, i am so proud of you my sister.

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yn.russell : my sweet carmen, i love you always.

franciscagomes : you were fighting out there today, so deserved!

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lewishamilton : a true LEGEND 🔥

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yn.russell : lewwww i miss you

charles_leclerc : today was a reminder for me to never challenge you to a match, congrats champ!

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kimi.antonelli : felt the aura 5 scrolls away. my GOATTTTT

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yn.russell : young ppl stuff old man

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pierregasly : 🔥 incredible

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lilymhe : kiss me next pleaseeeee

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Grid reactions from the last few moments of YN’s career Grand Slam win. The camera was on George the majority of the end of the match and he was completely frozen in shock for at least 30 seconds as you could see tears in his eyes. Pierre, Charles, Lewis, Lando and Alex were all in attendance as well. All seen celebrating YN.

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username00 : george is crying. we are all crying. she deserved this

username15 : imagine being so iconic that you have half the grid in the stands acting like fangirls

username10 : alex and lily were literally CLUTCHING each other those last few seconds

username22 : when lewis stood up first it gave me like chills…goat supporting goat

username18 : this is your reminder that YN is NOT george’s sister. george is YN’s brother.

username0 : george staring at the screen like his brain was buffering 😭 baby boy was trying to process greatness in real time

username17 : the way the camera cut to pierre as he was jumping and yelling at the top of his lungs like they aren’t at wimbledon 💀

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The second the final point landed and I dropped to my knees on the grass, Centre Court erupted. The crowd was deafening, but in the VIP box? Pandemonium.

George was frozen for a full heartbeat. Eyes wide, hand covering his mouth, a thousand memories flashing behind his eyes — tiny rackets in the garden, my first tournament, injuries, comebacks. Carmen had already grabbed his arm and was tugging him forward.

“George, go! She did it!”

He blinked like he’d come back to life. Then he ran. Behind him, Lando was practically vaulting over the seats, yelling something incoherent but definitely enthusiastic. “SHE DID IT — OH MY GOD SHE FREAKING DID IT!” His phone went flying into someone’s lap mid-jump. He didn’t care. Security tried to stop them — briefly. But George flashed his pass and said something I couldn’t hear, and next thing I knew, they were breaking through. I barely had time to register it before George caught me in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of me.

“You did it, YN. You actually did it.”

His voice cracked. He never cries — but his cheek was wet when it pressed against mine. I held onto him like I was eight years old again and he was helping me carry my racket bag off court.

Carmen was next, kissing the top of my head and whispering, “You were unbelievable, baby.”

Lily tackled me in a hug that smelled like expensive perfume and champagne.

“You hot, powerful, iconic beast,” she laughed, half-sobbing. “I’m so in love with you right now.”

“Same,” Alex muttered beside her, looking like he’d just watched a Disney princess rise from the ashes. “I blacked out during your third ace. Don’t ask me to describe it.”

And then came Lando, out of breath, cheeks red, eyes brighter than I’d ever seen them. He grinned so wide it looked like it hurt.

“You’re ridiculous. Do you know that? You’re absolutely ridiculous. I’m making merch. Your face. The trophy. Front and center. I don’t care if George punches me.”

I laughed so hard I nearly dropped the trophy.

”Let’s go celebrate, huh?” I said and everyone cheered.

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The lights were low and golden. The champagne was endless. Every time someone looked at me, it was with awe or disbelief — and I was still half-floating, barefoot now, heels abandoned somewhere under the table where my Wimbledon trophy sat like a centerpiece. The party was technically “private,” but that didn’t stop people from trying to get in. What else would you expect from the biggest win of the season and a room full of athletes and celebrities? Still, it didn’t matter. Because somewhere around midnight, when the noise blurred into background hum, I found myself tucked into a velvet booth in the corner with Alex and Lily — the only two people who hadn’t asked for a selfie, hadn’t tried to pull me into a toast. They were just… watching me. And it wasn’t casual.

Lily was leaning in close, her hand warm and steady on my knee. Alex had his arm stretched across the back of the booth, fingers idly brushing my bare shoulder. It wasn’t the first time this had happened — the touches, the glances, the almosts — but tonight it felt different. Maybe it was the win. Maybe it was the way they looked at me like I was something to be worshipped.

“I’ve never seen you play like that,” Alex murmured, voice low and honest. “You looked like a goddamn warrior.”

“You were terrifying,” Lily added with a grin. “It was kind of hot.”

I tilted my head toward her, smiling. “Kind of?”

She leaned in, slowly. “Okay — very.”

The tension was thick. Charged. Familiar. But heavier now, more intentional. Alex’s hand slid down my arm, his knuckles brushing the side of my waist as I turned to look at him.

“You both keep looking at me like I’m about to break.”

“You’re not about to break,” Alex said, eyes locked on mine. “You’re the strongest person in the room.”

“But you deserve to be worshipped a little,” Lily whispered, her lips dangerously close to my jaw.

I let out a slow breath. “That what you came here for?”

They didn’t answer with words.

Lily’s fingers traced lazy patterns along the inside of my thigh, sending a shiver up my spine. Alex leaned in at the same time, his breath brushing my ear as he said, “We came here for you.”

My lips parted — just barely — and that was all it took.

Lily kissed me first, soft and lingering, one hand on my jaw and the other anchoring me to the moment. Alex’s fingers tangled gently in my hair as he pressed his forehead to mine, like he was holding himself back, grounding us.

And for a minute, the party disappeared. The noise, the lights, the whispers. It was just me and them — intoxicated by each other, by the adrenaline of victory and something far deeper.

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Sunlight crept in through the sheer curtains — golden, soft, far too gentle for the chaos still spinning in my head. I blinked, slow and hazy, heart thudding as my senses came back to me one at a time. Champagne. Velvet booth. Mouths on my skin. Lily’s laugh. Alex’s voice in my ear. Hands. Warmth. Fire. Oh god. My eyes opened fully. I was in someone’s bed — not unfamiliar, not strange, but definitely not mine. I didn’t need to look to know I wasn’t alone. I could feel them before I even turned my head. Alex’s arm was slung over my waist. Lily’s fingers were tangled with mine. And suddenly I was very, very awake. What the hell did I do?

Don’t get me wrong — it hadn’t been messy. It had been slow, deliberate. Electric. Every kiss, every touch had felt like something we’d been holding back for far too long. But now, in the quiet of morning, with my mouth dry and my thoughts spiraling— I was freaking out. I tried to ease myself out of bed carefully, slowly, hoping to untangle without waking them. But as soon as I moved, Alex stirred.

His voice was groggy and warm. “You okay?”

I froze. Lily blinked awake beside me, hair falling into her face as she pushed herself up on one elbow. Her eyes met mine instantly. And I must’ve looked terrified, because she softened.

“Hey,” she said gently. “Don’t panic. It’s okay.”

I sat up, pulling the sheet with me. “I’m not panicking, I just… I mean, last night was—”

“Incredible,” Alex cut in, sitting up too, voice still raspy. “And yes, a bit… sudden. But not a mistake. At least not to me.”

I blinked, my heart thudding in a different rhythm now.

Lily reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “We’ve been dancing around this for months. You know that, right?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. I just didn’t think we’d—after Wimbledon, I thought I’d be doing press. Not… waking up in bed with both of you.”

Alex smiled. “We can still do press. After breakfast.”

That made me laugh — barely. I exhaled, still unsure what this meant, what to do with it.

But then Lily nudged my leg under the covers and said, carefully, “Would it help if this wasn’t just a post-party thing?”

I looked between them — the way Alex was watching me, sincere and still a little sleepy; the way Lily was chewing her lip, nervous in a way she rarely ever let show.

“What are you saying?”

Alex shrugged, a little hopeful smile playing on his lips. “We’re saying… if you’re up for it, we want to take you out. For real. Not a club, not a paddock brunch. An actual date.”

My mouth dropped open slightly.

Lily leaned forward, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You can say no. But we’re not going to pretend last night wasn’t something special. Because it was.”

I stared at them, heart thudding again — but not out of fear this time.

Out of hope.

“…One condition,” I said, voice steadier now.

They both raised their eyebrows.

“You’re paying. I’m officially broke after Wimbledon fines and champagne.”

Lily snorted. Alex grinned.

“Deal.”

And for the first time since opening my eyes, I smiled without hesitation.

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yn.russell : life as a grand slam winner is pretty cool

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georgerussell63 : i am serving diva, cunt, pop princess realness.

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georgerussell63 : thank u, slay

lando : are we not gonna talk about the picture??? why would a MAN be there?? :((

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yn.russell : just a friend, lan.

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mercedesamgf1 : An official congratulations to our Grand Slam winner! We love you.

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lilymhe : love you dearly babes. lets go get matching tats x

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alexalbon : no matching tattoos until we eat breakfast

carmenmmundt : brunch with you is always a dream, my angel. do it again soon?

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yn.russell : obvs carmmm

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lando : what do you know? 😒

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lando : ok now i’m just confused

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I’d worn heels, which was dumb, because I was already nervous — and I hated being nervous. Especially around them. Alex and Lily had picked me up together. Not in some overly dramatic black car with tinted windows like I expected, but in a perfectly ordinary, slightly beat-up SUV that smelled like mint gum and whatever expensive hand soap Lily liked. The stereo was playing softly — some 2000s R&B throwback that Alex hummed along to, like it was no big deal that this wasn’t just brunch or a booth at a party. This was a date. Our date.

“So,” I said, trying to fill the silence between verses, “Where exactly are we going?”

Lily looked over her shoulder from the passenger seat, grinning. “Not telling.”

“Is it dinner?”

“Not telling.”

“Do I need my passport?”

Alex glanced at me through the mirror. “Only if you’re planning to flee.”

I let out a laugh — too loud, too sudden. “You guys are insufferable.”

They both said “you love it” at the same time.

God, I did. They took me to a rooftop. Not some trendy club rooftop with overpriced cocktails and influencers pretending to eat salads — no. This was quieter. Twinkle lights strung above mismatched chairs. A low table set for three. A bottle of wine already chilling in a bucket. A ridiculous amount of thought in every detail.

“You… did this?” I asked, stepping out onto the deck.

Alex shrugged like it was no big deal, but his smile was proud. “Lily made the calls. I panicked about glassware.”

“I nearly killed him with a cheese board,” she added sweetly.

We sat down, and for the first time since the party, the three of us weren’t tipsy, weren’t tangled in champagne and adrenaline. We were sober. Still. And the tension… was still there. But now it felt safe. They asked me questions. About the match. The pressure. How it felt to be living a dream I’d barely dared to say out loud six months ago. And then, Alex confessed he cried when I won — not in public, but in the car after. Lily said she screamed so loud her throat hurt for two days. I told them I’d thought of them both when I kissed the trophy. We didn’t rush anything. We just talked. Ate. Sat shoulder to shoulder as the sun dipped low. Their hands brushed mine. Our knees bumped under the table. I didn’t pull away once. And then—

“I meant what I said,” Lily murmured as we stood, watching the lights flicker across the city skyline.

I glanced at her. “Which part?”

“That we don’t want this to be just a one-night thing.”

Alex stepped closer behind me, his voice quiet but steady. “We want you. And we’re not in a rush. But if you want this too…”

I turned to face them. Both of them. Their expressions so open, so real, it made something crack open in me.

“I do,” I said. “Want this.”

Lily reached for my hand. Alex kissed my shoulder. And just like that, the rooftop disappeared. The noise. The pressure. The weight of expectation.

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It started with the door clicking shut behind us. We hadn’t said much on the drive back. Just soft looks, quiet laughter. Their hands had found mine in the dark—Lily’s fingers tracing circles into my palm, Alex’s pinky linked with mine on the seat between us. And now… we were in my hotel suite. Heart thundering. I turned around, back to the door, still facing them.

“You guys coming in, or…?”

Lily didn’t answer. She walked forward, slow, deliberate, her heels echoing against the hardwood. Her hand found my waist first — grounding, electric — and she leaned in, lips brushing just under my ear.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.”

Then she kissed me. Not like the last time — not like the foggy afterparty haze. This was deeper. Clearer. Intentional. Her mouth moved with quiet hunger, and I felt myself melt instantly. Her hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me flush against her, and I didn’t resist — couldn’t. I was vaguely aware of Alex behind her, still watching. Still waiting. When we pulled apart, breath shaky, I looked at him.

“Are you gonna just stand there and stare?” I asked, half-teasing, half-needy.

He smiled — slow, crooked. Dangerous.

“You’re kind of hard not to stare at.”

And then he stepped forward. He didn’t hesitate. Just one hand cupping my jaw, tilting my head up, eyes scanning mine for permission — which I gave the second I leaned into him. His kiss was different than Lily’s. More restrained at first, more precise — like he was learning every angle, every reaction. But when I gasped softly against his lips, something snapped. His fingers slid into my hair, and he kissed me like he’d been starving. We didn’t make it to the bed right away. It was the couch first — then the hallway. Soft moans. Whispered names. Hands sliding over fabric, tugging at zippers. Laughter between kisses. Lily’s perfume on my neck. Alex’s voice, low and rough in my ear. My name on both their tongues, over and over, like a promise. And through it all, not once did I feel unsure. Not once did I feel like a third. Because their hands were always on me. Their eyes always met mine.

And when we finally collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, breathless and glowing and slightly dizzy from it all, Lily whispered, “You still okay?”

I nodded, curling into her chest as Alex wrapped an arm around my waist from behind.

“I’m so much more than okay.”

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I woke up warm. Not just temperature-wise, but warm like sunlight, warm like safety. Someone’s arm was slung across my waist, and someone else’s knee was pressed against mine . My head was resting on a pillow that didn’t smell like hotel detergent — it smelled like them. My throat was dry. My legs ached in that way that made me grin lazily into the sheets. I was still very naked. The best kind of sore. And yet, somehow, still a little anxious. I turned slowly, careful not to disturb the arm draped over me. But of course, Lily was already awake — because she always was — blinking at me with that smug, sleepy little smirk.

“Hi,” she whispered, reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of my face.

“Hi,” I said, voice rough. “Are we… good?”

She blinked again. “Good?”

“Like… this wasn’t a weird one-time thing? We’re still—?”

“Baby,” she laughed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the edge of my jaw, “we ordered room service last night. You think we bring just anyone into post-hookup pancakes?”

Right on cue, Alex groaned from behind me. “Did someone say pancakes?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “God, you’re both unhinged.”

Ten minutes later, we were sitting cross-legged on the massive bed, barely clothed and surrounded by a disgusting amount of food: waffles, pancakes, eggs, fruit, pastries. Lily had stolen Alex’s shirt. I was in nothing but underwear and an oversized hotel robe. Alex was shirtless, hair still messy, sipping coffee like he hadn’t just ruined me 12 hours ago.

“This is the best morning I’ve had in a long time,” I muttered, biting into a strawberry.

“You won Wimbledon,” Alex pointed out. “Like… yesterday.”

“Exactly,” I said. “It’s been a phenomenal 48 hours.”

Lily reached over for her mimosa and, with zero context, said, “Let’s get matching tattoos.”

I blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” Her grin was wicked. “You and me. Tiny ones. Nothing crazy. Maybe a little tennis ball. Or a crown.”

Alex didn’t even look up from his toast. “Please don’t let her pick the font. Last time it looked like Comic Sans.”

Lily threw a grape at him.

I stared at her, heart pounding again—but this time from excitement, not nerves.

“Matching tattoos?”

“We won something this weekend too, you know,” she said softly, brushing her fingers over my knee. “You. Us.”

I smiled. Slowly. Carefully. Like I was still learning how to be loved this softly.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

Alex raised a brow. “Am I not invited?”

“We know you’re too much of a baby to get one, but you can come and watch.” Lily said, and kissed me across the breakfast tray.

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The tattoo shop was tucked into a side street in Notting Hill, unassuming from the outside — all black paint and frosted glass — but inside? A literal Pinterest board. Exposed brick, velvet chairs, plants in every corner. It smelled faintly like antiseptic and good decisions made on impulse. Alex had booked it. He claimed it was the best place in London for small, elegant tattoos. But given the way the receptionist winked at him when we walked in, I suspected he’d been here before.

“You getting one too?” I asked him, peeking up over my sunglasses.

“I’m moral support,” he said innocently. “And photographer. And maybe canvas if I get FOMO.”

“You’ll get FOMO,” Lily said confidently, filling out the release form with a flourish and listing her emergency contact as “God.”

I hadn’t said much since the car ride. The idea of getting matching tattoos should’ve made me more nervous. I had an image to protect — tennis golden girl, public figure, George Russell’s sister for god’s sake — but instead, I felt… excited. Like we were cementing something that had only existed in glances and stolen moments.

“So, you want matching designs?” they asked, flipping open their sketchpad.

“Tiny,” Lily said. “But powerful. Sexy. Minimalist.”

“Like YN’s Wimbledon acceptance speech,” Alex added.

“Shut up,” I muttered, blushing.

He sketched fast —. Delicate. Simple. Kind of perfect.

Lily went first. She got hers just below her ribs, on the left side. She didn’t even flinch. Just grinned through the whole thing like pain was her best friend. I held her hand, pretending not to stare at the way her lashes fluttered when the needle hit skin. Then it was my turn.

“Wrist,” I said. “Inside. Left hand.”

Alex squeezed my thigh as I sat down, his hand lingering as he leaned down to whisper, “You sure?”

“About this? Or about you two?”

He blinked.

“Both,” I said. “Yes. I’m sure.”

The pain was sharp. But manageable. Familiar, in the way most permanent things are. I bit my lip, gripped Lily’s fingers, and let myself feel it — the sting, the weight, the meaning. After, while he bandaged me up, Alex stood over my shoulder. Quiet. Thoughtful.

“Get one,” I said, looking up at him.

He raised a brow. “Matching?”

I nodded. “Different spot.”

Five minutes later, he was stretched out in the chair, sleeves pushed up, getting the same design etched just behind his ear.

“Subtle,” Lily teased.

“Sexy,” I said.

Alex just smirked. “Permanent.”

When we left the studio, it was golden hour. We walked in a row down the street — Lily looping her arm through mine, Alex stealing glances when he thought we weren’t looking. My wrist stung in the best way. We’d only said it once, back on the rooftop. But I felt it now with every step, every shared smile.

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f1gossipgirls : A fan met Alex Albon at a small cafe in Monaco this morning and confirmed that he does have a smiley face tattoo on his wrist. YN Russell had posted 3 arms with matching smiley faces the other day and the fans have been dying to know who the others are. Well I guess we know now. Fan states "He was incredibly kind and he was with Lily but they both looked very smug when I asked if it meant anything." There have been a lot of romance rumors sparking around the three of them recently. Many joint appearances, flirty instagram stories and comments, and a long string of photos that feel like much more.

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The hallway was quiet, apart from the faint click of my sneakers and the hum of distant elevators. Alex’s hand brushed against mine once… then again. I gave him a look. He just grinned and laced his fingers through mine, like it was the most natural thing in the world — like we weren’t sneaking around in a five-star hotel.

“You think she’ll be asleep?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Knowing Lily?” He smiled. “She’s probably deep in a conspiracy podcast and won’t even notice we’re late.”

That was comforting, until I caught the look in his eye. Mischievous. Dangerous. The kind of look that always came with a terrible idea and a kiss I’d think about for days. Before I could say a word, he backed me up — gently, purposefully — against the wall. His hand rested beside my head, the other finding my waist with practiced ease. I didn’t stop him. I never really did.

"Alex..." I warned, but it came out breathless.

“No one’s around,” he murmured.

I didn’t get a chance to answer before his lips found mine. Soft. Sure. Addictive. One hand slid behind my neck, and suddenly the whole world narrowed down to his mouth on mine, his body against mine, the wild thrill of being almost caught—

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Alex pulled back with a soft curse just as I turned my head.

Lando. Barefoot. Hoodie hanging off one shoulder. An actual bowl of cereal in hand. And the most theatrical expression of betrayal I had ever seen.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” he gaped at Alex.

Alex just smirked, maddeningly smug. “I have two.”

I groaned, covering my face with both hands. “Please let this be a dream.”

Lando didn’t move. “I—Do I tell George? Or do I wait until I catch you making out in the paddock next? Actually—no, no, I'm morally compromised. You two deserve jail.”

“Technically we’re three,” Alex added, brushing his fingers lightly down my arm. Completely unbothered.

“Technically you’re insane,” Lando snapped. “And I want compensation for this trauma.”

I pushed off the wall, face burning as I tried to walk away with some dignity still intact. Behind me, Alex was clearly proud of himself, and Lando? Still clutching his cereal like it was a microphone of justice.

“You two are unhinged,” Lando called after us. “Like—don’t you have self-control? Public decency? A race tomorrow?”

He sounded like George. If George had been hit with a reality show plot twist and a splash of chaos. I didn’t even make it to the door before it opened. Lily stepped out casually, barefoot, robe hanging loose over a tank top and shorts. She was holding a very full glass of red wine and looked… thoroughly unimpressed.

“Lando,” she said, voice calm, too calm. “Stop scolding my boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Silence.

Lando blinked once. Twice. “Okay. What?!”

Lily sipped her wine. “You heard me.”

I watched Lando go through the five stages of grief in real time as Alex slid an arm around my waist, smug as hell.

“You—wait—so this is like… an actual thing?? Not just hallway trauma???”

Lily smiled sweetly. “You want a glass of wine or are you going to stand there and keep judging us in your SpongeBob boxers?”

Lando looked down, realized she was right, and groaned so loudly I’m surprised the FIA didn’t send someone up.

“I hate all of you,” he muttered, storming down the hall with his cereal. “I’m telling George. I hope he cries.”

The door clicked shut behind us as we stepped into the suite. Alex kissed Lily on the cheek. I just stared between them, dazed, heart racing. And Lily? She took another sip and handed me the rest of her wine.

“You guys took forever. Next time just do it in the room like normal people.”

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I knew walking into the paddock hand-in-hand-in-hand with Alex and Lily was going to cause a scene. I just didn’t expect it to feel this good. Alex was on my left, wearing a fresh Williams polo and a shit-eating grin, his fingers laced casually with mine like this was completely normal. Lily was on my right, sunglasses on, sipping an iced latte like she was just here to shop. She looked ethereal. We both did. And Alex looked like he’d just won the lottery — twice. We strolled in with zero subtlety, passing the media pen and a few camera flashes that I pretended not to see. The drivers noticed, of course.

Oscar nearly tripped over a cable. Pierre turned slowly, jaw slack, and muttered something in French that I think translated to “holy shit.” Charles smiled to himself like he’d already placed bets and won. Max gave us a single blink and kept walking. And then — George.

Standing in front of the Mercedes garage, sipping his coffee, blissfully unaware that his sister was about to drop the most chaotic bombshell on the paddock since Fernando Alonso joined Aston Martin. His reaction did not disappoint. His entire face froze. Coffee halfway to his lips. Brows furrowed like he’d just seen a ghost.

“WHAT. IS. HAPPENING?” he exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the three of us. “Am I dreaming? Did someone spike my oat milk?!”

Alex waved. Lily smiled. I just… stood there, waiting for the explosion.

“You—You’re holding both of their hands?” he asked, pointing like we were evidence in a trial. “Are you—This is—Is this real life?!”

“Hi George,” I said sweetly, squeezing both their hands. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?”

“Oh my god,” he muttered, spinning in a slow circle. “Oh my god, this is actually happening. I thought the tattoo post was a joke. I thought the flirty comments were for show. I thought the hallway kiss thing Lando told me about was just his delusions.”

Alex smirked. “Nope. Not delusional. Just observant.”

George held his coffee dramatically over his chest. “I am a public figure. I cannot emotionally process this here.”

Lily laughed softly. “You okay, Georgie?”

“No. No, I am not. My sister is in a throuple with my best friend and his girlfriend. And I’m expected to just… accept that?”

I tilted my head. “Would be great, yeah.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re lucky I’m evolved. And media-trained. And emotionally stable—barely.”

Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out and hugged me. Tight. “But seriously,” he muttered into my shoulder, “if any of you hurt her, I will go full big brother mode.”

Alex placed a hand over his heart. “Understood.”

Lily nodded. “We’d let you.”

George stepped back, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay. Carry on with your polyamorous nonsense.”

That’s when Lando appeared. Messy hair. Hoodie. Sullen expression. Still eating dry cereal out of a paper cup like the world had wronged him personally.

“You three look well rested,” he said, deadpan. “I didn’t sleep at all last night, by the way. In case you were wondering.”

“Good morning, Lando,” I said brightly.

He narrowed his eyes. “I literally caught you two making out in a hallway less than twelve hours ago.”

Alex shrugged. “And now you’ve caught us being honest.”

“You’re disgusting,” Lando grumbled. “Don’t you have media to do?”

“We do,” Lily said, voice light. “But we’re taking a lap first. Letting the world adjust.”

Lando rolled his eyes. “I hope the internet crashes.”

“Love you too, Lan,” I said as we walked away.

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[ohnonotthehorrors]

I missed the beginning of the event so I’ve only now gone back to watch Martyn’s intro and…

I love that Martyn has like A Job; he’s doing tech and set up stuff, he’s reading the donos like a champ. Still a non-hermit hermit-friend but with Work Experience. Like someone was like ‘oh we need a dono reader,’ remembered Martyn has done it, and reached out.

Meanwhile. Jimmy is Just There.

It makes perfect sense! Don’t get me wrong! Once Grian and Martyn are in the same location there’s like a 99% chance he’ll be there too. Not to mention Ranchers, old Evo friends, and just the life series in general-

But it is incredibly funny cause it’s like:

The Hermits, their IT guy, and also Jimmy.

Who is Jimmy you ask? He’s Jimmy. What’s he doing? Being Jimmy. Next question.