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You know, I think one of the problems some people have with understanding Jesse as a character, is that their caught up on the idea of her being the trope of a normal person, an outsider, confronted with a whole new world that she should constantly be confused and shocked about, when that's just not the case.
She's actually a very weird person who has finally found a place and group of people who match her freak, and it's such an important distinction that some people seem to overlook!!!
(It also can't be overstated just how much she trusts Polaris, but that's a whole other post...)
#remedy control#control remedy#control 2019#jesse faden#she#truly so iconic... she of all time...#like if you ready the Ordinary AWE documents it's really no suprise that half the shit in the Oldest House doesn't phase her...#that thing was WILD!!
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watching Heathcliff and Catherine's whole toxic codependent mess is so deeply funny with Edgar, Catherine's actual husband, standing right next to them being entirely normal about loving his wife
#Universe Ends Posts#Wuthering Heights#i am sure this is an ice cold take to long term wuthering heights enjoyers but as someone who just read it#truly the transcendental experience of heathcliff and catherine being weird as all fuck#whilst Edgar. is mildly miffed at his wife being so obsessed with another man.#tends to be gentle with her bc he knows she's a bit unstable at times especially after getting sick.#mourns her when she dies and processes grief in a normal way and moves on to take care of his child and household.#you know. how people love other people.#i just deeply enjoy that we've got so many completely fucked up blorbos running about and to counteract them A Normal Man#also i gotta say it. hareton and catherine the second are cute. im glad those crazy kids made it out okay.#OH also i AM obsessed with Catherine and Heathcliff dont get me WRONG#they are THE definition of getting on like a house on fire- the amount of livelihood and property damage those two caused-#iconic. whos doing it like them? the OG problematic favs
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@ anyone else who’s seen London Newsies, did anyone else hear Spot call Jack an asshole after the rally? Because I haven’t seen anyone else talk about it but I was sitting 3 rows up in Brooklyn and heard it very clearly - it was truly iconic
#spot was truly iconic tbh#the way she played her was less stoic than the other portrayals I’ve seen#she was silly while still being tough and intimidating and I loved that so much#also imagine being able to portray a character who has all of 10 minutes of stage time#and being able to show that she’s tough yet silly and strong and feminine and loyal#like#I swear the acting in this production was top notch#newsies#newsies london#spot Conlon#west endsies
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As is tradition we held our annual "Batshit Aussie Moment of The Year" poll on twitter this month, and as is also tradition it was a complete dumpster fire and we ended up having to delete our account again. Such is life, as the French don't say.
Nevertheless we had a lot of great nominations from what was truly a year full of the utmost topshelf batshittery which we shan't be letting go to waste. So we preset:
Batshit Aussie Moments of The Year, The Now Undemocratic Countdown
Leading the nominations there was of course Raygun, the little Aussie PHD breakdancer that couldn't. Recently she has trademarked her name and there was a whole lawsuit around using it so no further comment on that.
Dr Ray was followed close in second place by Australia's former Deputy Prime Minister being filmed drunkenly making phonecalls while sprawled across a sidewalk.
This glorious video saw the good people of Australia rise to the occasion with all the pisstaking the moment deserved, complete with chalk crime scene markings, a plaque being installed, and a candlelight vigil held by locals.
Also making a strong showing in the polls was Australia's richest woman Gina Rinehart pulling a Barb Streisand by demanding her unflattering portrait be removed from Australia's National Art Gallery, which of course made it immediately go viral.
Lol. Also noteworthy in the nominations was the horse that escaped its enclosure and tried to flee by catching a train, making national news headlines in the process.
But for all those big names/horses who we're sure would love the limelight, the crown title of this year's Batshit Aussie Moment of The Year is being awarded to a regular everyday Aussie (and tumblr user) who fought the system and (almost) won:
After 23 year old Aussie racecar driver Oscar Piastri won the Hungarian Grand Prix, our very own @the-prophesied-mouse "jokingly submitted an e‒petition" to Australia's parliament asking that the day become a public holiday, "assuming it would get thrown out".
Instead their request for a yearly national "Oscar Piastri Day" crossed the threshold of signatures required for a response, being then escalated all the way to the Prime Minister's desk after the responding minister decided it was of utmost importance.
After being sternly considered by no less than three government ministers, sadly in November it was declared that the petition would not be ratified, due to the small issue of the federal government not having the power to create holidays (it's apparently a state thing).
The government did however point out that many national days are celebrated without official proclamation from the Australian government, and so it is, with the powers vested in us by all you loveable weirdos, that we do solemnly declare from this day forth that the 21st July shall be forever known as Oscar Piastri Day, and may all non-believers fear our wrath.
Anyway, happy new year to you all from us here in Aus. Farewell to a truly Batshit year, and here's to no doubt more of the same in 2025. We will leave you with this heartfelt reminder of a true national treasure we lost this year, the progenor of perhaps the most iconic Aussie batshit moment of all time, The Right Hon. Mr Democracy Manifest:
Happy new years to youze all!
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Meet the seven new frog species we just named after iconic Star Trek captains!
Artwork by A. Petzold, CC BY-ND 4.0
At the right time of year along rushing streams in the humid rainforests that stretch the length of Madagascar's eastern and northern mountain ridges, otherworldly trills of piercing whistles can be heard.
Are they birds? Insects? Communicator beeps? Tricorder noises?
No, they're little treefrogs!
Boophis janewayae. Photo by M. Vences, CC BY-SA 4.0
Until recently, we thought all of the populations of these little brown frogs across the island were one widespread species, Boophis marojezensis, described in 1994. But genetics in the early 2000s and 2010s showed that there were several species here, not just one.
Now my colleagues and I have shown that they are in fact eight separate species, each with unique calls!
These whistling sounds reminded us so much of Star Trek sound effects that we decided to name the seven new species after Star Trek captains: Boophis kirki, B. picardi, B. janewayae, B. siskoi, B. pikei, B. archeri, and B. burnhamae.
Photos of all new species described by Vences et al. 2024. CC BY-SA 4.0
I subtly and not-so-subtly built some Star Trek references into the paper, but probably the best one is this one:
'Finding these frogs sometimes requires considerable trekking; pursuing strange new calls, to seek out new frogs in new forests; boldly going where no herpetologist has gone before.'
— Vences et al. 2024
There’s a real sense of scientific discovery and exploration here, which we think is in the spirit of Star Trek.
Of course, it doesn't hurt that there are at least two Trekkies amongst the authors (including yours truly). As fans of Star Trek, we are also just pleased to dedicate these new species to the characters who have inspired and entertained us over the decades.
On a personal note, this marks a milestone for me, as it means I have now described over 100 frog species! I am very pleased that the 100th is Captain Janeway's Bright-eyed Frog, Boophis janewayae (if you count them in order of appearance in the paper)—she is probably my favourite captain, and I really love Star Trek: Voyager.
You can read more about the discovery of these new species on my website! You can also read the Open Access paper published in Vertebrate Zoology here.
#news#breaking news#Star Trek#new species#science#animals#WAKE UP BABE NEW FROGS JUST DROPPED#Boophis#Boophis janewayae#Boophis burnhamae#Boophis siskoi#Boophis pikei#Boophis archeri#Boophis kirki#Boophis picardi#in which nerds bring their nerdiness to work#Engage#WERE YOU WATCHING THIS SPACE?#THE FINAL FRONTIER?#DID YOU GET THE REFERENCE‽#Every time I have used that tag it has made me giddy with glee#you thought I was just goofin'#but I was FORESHADOWING#There's frogs in that nebula
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i genuinely wish a real edwina character existed so bad. genderbent eddie who punches men in the face yelling "HOW DARE YOU?" when she senses slight innuendo but flirts with bartenders to get free drinks and punches richie in the face when he gets jealous and when she has to wear a bra wears one so tight it cuts off circulation to her head so she's even dumber and orders one of every wine bottle and saves women from richie's seduction attempts only to flirt with them herself.... you are real to me and i love you. "just because I'm a bird, it doesn't mean I'm not handy with me dukes!" while beating a man over the head? would be even more iconic if said by an actual female character.
#edwina could be an she/it lesbian.... does anyone see my vision#she'd pull the public outcry “MY MOTHER WARNED ME ABOUT YOU!” thing on richie all the time over the smallest things. female manipulator 🥰#like i realized that so many of the lines said by ade in Finger truly doesnt depend on the “actually a guy doing a scheme” thing to be funny#itd be so funny said by a woman too. and to me it would be even more iconic if she existed. does anyone know a character thats as crazy as#eddie but woman bc im weak for women in comedy#makes me wish rik and ade wrote more female characters tbh (ofc i get that they mostly wrote characters for themselves to play)#nina.rambles#bbc bottom#this is basically a i need more batshit insane silly pathetic female comedy characters post. which is kind of on me im sure more must exist#my mind goes to dee reynolds <3
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ahhh I finished reading stormsong and I loved it!!!
#I LOVE GRACE WITH MY WHOLE HEART#truly the Character of all time#loved watching her grow and find herself#the moment when she chose her own happiness and what was right over her 'duty' was so powerful#like thinking back most of the things she did in witchmark were INSANE and she would never even think about doing now#and thinking about how LONELY she was before and how much having a support system who really cared about her changed her for the better#and i liked to see the contrasting views of how change should happen#i understand graces point about how any change has consequences so you need to be careful about taking big leaps#but on the other hand she wasnt able to enact real impactful change without taking big risks and making bold moves#also loved how severin was so chill after getting rejected i appreciated that#and i cant believe both siblings have bridal carried tristan now#also “tristan my lamb” AHHHHH#loved to see tristan and miles just chilling and being domestic in the background they deserve it#AND GRACE AND AVIA OF COURSE AFAHSJJEJWHAJJA#THE RUMPLED COLLAR AND THE SLEEPOVER SCENES#also ending the entire book with the gay sex scene is ICONIC#also the live tristan reaction to their first kiss i was dying#anyways 10/10 incredible book cant wait to read soulstar#stormsong#cl polk#the kingston cycle
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Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag other people:
Thank you so much for the tag, @anartificialsatellite !
Green Apelsin - Проклятие Русалки "The Mermaid's Curse" (translation) - A really beautiful song that is essentially about the cycle of violence against women, disguised as a beautiful folk tale
Ελένη Φουρέιρα - Το Κάτι Που Έχεις - A Greek pop song
Måneskin - I wanna be your slave
кис-кис - молчи (translation)- Another beautiful song about violence against women
Death Note: The Musical - Остерегайся тени (Rus. version of 'The Game Begins') (translation)
Θά 'ρθεις σαν αστραπή - A Greek song about the fall of Constantinople
Теона Дольникова & Ярослав Баярунас - Ты боль from a musical called 'Пророк' (=The Prophet)
Ελένη Φουρέιρα - Βασίλισσα - Another Greek pop song
Princesse Angine - Фантастический Вальс - Cover by Anna Tess
Ярослав Баярунас - Стена (Ipollit's Aria from 'Idiot', a musical based on Dostoyevsky's book of the same name) (translation)
@ anyone who feels like doing like this - please consider yourself tagged and tag me in your post, I wanna see the results
#tag meme#tag game#re 10 - this is a bad vocal performance as the performer was sick that day but that's what came up on my YT shuffle so that's what i shared#but do let me know in case you want a link to a proper vocal performance I have a few.#also trigger warning for police violence and war if you watch the translation video for 10#also re 7 I still cannot believe this was their first time ever on stage together and that they had never rehearsed that number before like#WHAT#speaking of Goddess Teona (pun intended) - she is the best Grushenka ever and this is a hill I will die on#just realised this post makes it seem I listen to a lot of Greek pop... I don't I listen to only like 6 songs lol#how fitting that out of all the translations I linked here only the Death Note Musical is mine. asjds. iconic. truly
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omo tropes i absolutely adore:
humping to help hold. watching someone wiggle and whimper and moan while rubbing against their hand or a pillow (or my fav: a partner's leg) is enough to make anyone's mouth water. when someone is so close to an accident that they have to distract themselves with the enticing friction of something pressing on their parts? delicious.
peeing in bottles. for amabs, they have to try and aim their twitching cock into the hole while drops leak out of the tip. for afabs, they have to line up their pee hole with the bottle's opening, oftentimes making a mess because the piss just sprays out too aggressively. either way, it's just sooo *chefs kiss*
physically holding the pee hole shut. this is something i've tried a couple times myself and let me tell you, it's a truly magical thing. with a finger firmly pressed against someone's pee hole, you essentially cut off their option of relief completely. no matter how hard they squirm and relax and even push, nothing can come out. they're forced to sit with the maddening feeling of fullness until eventually the finger is removed and all the piss comes gushing out of them in a torrent.
begging. probably a basic answer but i don't care, i'm a whore for dirty talk. phrases like "i can't hold it much longer" or "i feel so full" or even just "please let me pee" is enough to make me instantly slick. bonus points if there's a term of authority in there like mistress or sir.
peeing outside, especially in the woods. there's something so electrifying about squatting down behind a bush or watching a stream splatter against a tree trunk or make a puddle in the dirt, especially if someone is at their absolute limit and has to find a spot for a last resort.
having to stop mid way through peeing. imagine finally, finally getting the release you crave and then all of a sudden having to shut it off. the shiver you get, the way your pee hole convulses, your bladder aching with all that liquid still trapped inside. my favorite scenarios of this include: being stumbled upon while peeing outside, someone physically pulling a character away from the toilet, a dom stopping a sub's stream just to be mean, and even the classic "i'll just pee a little to relive some pressure."
being tied up while desperate. one time i read this fic about a girl being strapped to a chair and pressed for information by this guy who kept giving her water as "mercy" since she'd been there a while. her bladder started filling and soon she was desperate and he used that to his advantage, pressing on her bulge and teasing her until she broke and told him everything in exchange for access to the bathroom. i can't remember how it ended and god i wish i could find that again, because the idea of being restrained and not even able to squirm is delicious.
the iconic pee dance. i mean come on, what's not to love? when someone's resolve finally crumbles enough for them to abandon all sense of dignity, you know they're truly at their breaking point. seeing the full package is truly a treat; i'm talking hands shoved between thighs, feet prancing back and forth, knees bending up and down, body hunched over at the waist, face scrunched in concentration, the whole ordeal. it's the sexiest sight imaginable, especially if that dance suddenly stills and a flood follows soon after.
#omorashi#piss kink#pee kink#bladder control#bladder holding#full bladder#nfsw omo#need to pee#piss k!nk#pee k!nk#piss k1nk#pee k1nk
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Secrets || CL16 & LH44
☆ summary: y/n hamilton is headed to the olympics and her secret boyfriend (her brothers future teammate) ends up confirming their relationship at the olympics
☆ pairing: charles leclerc x hamilton!reader
☆ fc & warnings: georgia-mae fenton & none
☆ requested: yes! thanks for the olympic gymnast idea 🫶🏻
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ynhamilton: quick someone tell mini me that she’s going to the olympics 🤭
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user1: AHHHHHH OMG!!! CONGRATS
roscoelovescoco: prouds of you aunties
ynhamilton: thank you my sweet sweet little baby
user2: the hamiltons are going to take over the world just wait
fernandoalo_oficial: show them how it’s done mi princesa
ynhamilton: will do my best nando 🤍
user3: beautiful , perfect , flawless
lewishamilton: that’s my girl! i can’t wait to see you shine
ynhamilton: love you big bro 🤍
user4: the best sibling duo in existence
user5: y’all see charles hiding in the likes 🫣
user6: y/n prolly giggling and kicking her feet rn
user7: girl says she has a crush on a certain ferrari driver one time and you guys won’t let her live it down 😭
user6: user7 don’t forget that one time they were caught hanging out
user7: user6 she was in the paddock for her brothers race!!
user6: idk the way he was looking at her was anything but casual user7
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user5: YOU MADE IT
user7: style icon y/n is in the building
lewishamilton: 💪🏻 win us a medal sis
ynhamilton: win me a race brother! also give roscoe a kiss for me please - i already miss him :(
lewishamilton: he misses you too
user8: the olympics should be thanking you for participating fr
charlesleclerc: good luck mon amour ❤️
ynhamilton: thank you charlie! i wish you could be here
charlesleclerc: i know darling im sorry i cant be!
user9: brb buying this exact set as we speak
user10: mother has landed
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roscoelovescoco: we loves aunties y/n! watching froms homes but still so prouds 🇬🇧 p.s my new friend leos watches withs us
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user11: roscoe’s insta will always be one of my favorite things on the internet
user12: roscoe supporting his favorite auntie is the sweetest
lewishamilton: roscoe would be there if he could! good luck today, y/n/n 🫶🏻🇬🇧
ynhamilton: big big love to you both 🤍
user22: look at grandpa using his emojis
ynhamilton: i love you with my whole heart roscoe
roscoelovescoco: roscoe loves y/ns
user13: hold on is he talking abt leo leclerc
user6: are charles and lewis watching y/n??? together?????? no way
user9: is roscoe hard launching y/ncharles
charlesleclerc: leo is wishing y/n all the best today ❤️
ynhamilton: thank you little leo ❤️
user6: guys i swear they are together
user7: user6 im gonna hold ur hand when i say this
texts between you and charles
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ynhamilton: i’m headed to the finals! oh what a surreal feeling this is. being an olympian was and always has been a dream of mine since i was a little girl so to step on this mat and to make it this far is the blessing of a life time ✨
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user12: CONGRATS GORGEOUS
user87: hamilton hamilton hamilton
fernandoalo_oficial: proud is an understatement
ynhamilton: 🤍
lewishamilton: you’re a star
ynhamilton: that’s you mr champion
user13: how does she make everything she does look so beautiful
user14: i love seeing women succeed
charlesleclerc: truly incredible performance
ynhamilton: 🥹 thank you charlie
user6: he’s here
roscoelovescoco: yess yous are the bests in the worlds
teamgb: that’s our girl! making us proud out there y/n 🇬🇧🤍
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user98: and where are we headed mr leclerc? paris perhaps?
ynhamilton: holy moly you look incredible 🤤
charlesleclerc: merci mon coeur ❤️
user65: why you looking at me like that
fernandoalo_oficial: you better bring our girl some luck !
charlesleclerc: working on it 💪🏻
lewishamilton: see you soon mate
user23: ARE YOU GOING TO PARIS YES OR NO
user34: ohhhh you look scrumptious
user44: i already miss seeing your car go round in circles
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f1gossip: Lewis Hamilton pictured attending the Olympic gymnastics finals to support his sister y/n! the surprise of the evening is that Charles Leclerc is also in attendance and sitting with Lewis and y/n’s friends. there’s been quite a few rumblings that y/n and Charles are a couple - is this confirmation?
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user44: lewis ages like fine wine istg
user16: CHARLES LECLERC AT THE OLYMPICS?! that twitter user was right
user6: I KNEW IT!!! I KNEWWWWW IT!! Y/NCHARLES FOR LIFE
user8: maybe they’re just bonding before next season
user65: forza ferrari!!!
user10: odd place to choose for a bonding event
user21: idk if i even want mother with that man
user17: out of all the drivers he’s not a bad choice
user18: the english and monegasque royal family’s coming together ,, it’s so beautiful
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ynhamilton: regardless of the outcome i’m proud of me, i’m proud of my teammates and i’m proud to represent team gb. obviously a medal would have been nice but when you have competition like THE simone biles just being here is a win. thank you to lewie, yourbff1, charles and yourbff2 for making the trip to paris to cheer me on 🤍🇬🇧
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user28: you’re still a medalist in my book
yourbff1: my bestie is that girl ✨
user29: the hamilton genes are insane
yourbff2: you are the most incredible, talented, amazing, perfect, gorgeous, slay, demure woman in the whole world
lewishamilton: proud big brother moment! was such an amazing experience to get to cheer you on and experience the atmosphere. i love you sissy ❤️
ynhamilton: wouldn’t be here without the support from the best big brother in the world 🤍
user37: that leo is gorgeous
simonebiles: you have so much to be proud of! great job out there y/n 🤍
ynhamilton: you have no idea how much that means to me!! thank you simone 🥹
charlesleclerc: i think red is your color 😉
charlesleclerc: but for real, félicitations ma belle
ynhamilton: i think it might be my color too 😏
user6: omgomgomgomgokgogm
nicorosberg: congratulations to my favorite hamilton
ynhamilton: thank you nico 🤭
user33: HAHAH NICO BFFR
georgerussell63: you made us proud y/n/n!!
ynhamilton: georgie!!!! i 🤍 u
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charlesleclerc: was lucky enough to take the prettiest girl in all of paris out last night ❤️
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user19: if charles had to be taken off the market im at least glad it’s y/n
roscoelovescoco: yous betters be goods to my favorites aunties or i’ll bites you ❤️❤️❤️❤️
charlesleclerc: don’t worry roscoe, i’ll treat her like the princess she is 🤍 (leo would also bite me, he likes her more than me so it’s ok)
ynhamilton: you’ll be the first to hear abt it if he doesn’t roscoe 😘
user13: get him roscoe!
user56: the way their outfits match ,, please
ynhamilton: the best date ever 🤍
charlesleclerc: je t'aime mon olympien [i love you my olympian]
user18: the hard launch to end all hard launches
maxverstappen1: oh thank god. now we can finally play padel not in secret
ynhamilton: is that all you care about max
maxverstappen1: ….. no
user6: i hope you know i’ve been ride or die for you two for months now
ynhamilton: i know girly
user6: ok wow idk how to act uhhh hi y/n 😭😭😭
user34: i mean look at them im sick. i cant wait for lewis and y/n to be at ferrari next season
user87: the girlfriend effect already taking hold i see ,, that is a fine suit charles
scuderiaferrari: we’re glad red suits her so well 😉
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a/n: thank you for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated! still making my way through my requests, thank you for being patient with me :)
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truly i am so devastated by mari’s death im so so fucking sad but she had one of the most iconic tv deaths of all time. years and years theory upon theory waiting to see who pit girl would be and how it unfolded. a linchpin moment for the show. you’ll forever be famous bb!!
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Ignite The Spark II
Male reader x Kazuha
Tags: Smut 4.5k Words
Part 1
What truly matters is that your home carries deeper meaning. You wouldn’t settle for anything less when the empty chair across from the dining table belongs to Kazuha, or when you go to sleep and wake up together every day.
A smile crosses your face as you step into the apartment. Your gaze is drawn to the hoya kerrii plant, with its iconic heart-shaped leaves perfectly placed by the window. It wasn’t something you initially wanted in the home, but you didn’t see the point in having a small, silly argument over a plant. She thinks it’s a romantic addition to the space, and, over time, you’ve somehow grown fond of it.
“Zuha,” you say, walking through the short hallway into the bedroom and smelling her shampoo in the air.
“Hey, you’re home!” she smiles.
“What do you think of the dresser? It was the one you wanted.”
“It’s amazing,” she says and comfortably takes off her towel that’s wrapped around her body to set it on the rack. Kazuha smirks mischievously, and you seem to have an idea about she’s thinking. Super obvious enough.
“I sent my friend home after they helped out with this dresser.”
“You didn’t tell them how we broke the old one right?” she says, her voice carrying a teasing smirk as she brushes her fingertips across the dresser.
“No, Babe, why would I?” you softly say.
What really happened to the old one? Well, you bent her over, got a little bit too rough, and one of the legs unexpectedly snapped at the bolts. The truth is, the dresser was old, and the materials had seen better days—it wasn’t going to last much longer anyway. Consider it the perfect excuse to upgrade to a much sturdier one.
“Maybe the first thing we can do is test the quality of this dresser. How about that?”
“Zuha,” you say, chuckling, because you couldn’t say no, because she’s already naked. What can you really do about it as she leans on the dresser with her hands behind her back, just waiting for you?
“Naughty boy," she says, beckoning you to come closer, and so easily, you do. Kazuha places her hands on your chest while you grab the sides of her hips, gently massaging her as you stare right into her eyes. “Thanks for building it, babe.”
“I swear, if this one somehow breaks, you’re buying the next one and building it yourself,” you chuckle, sarcastically teasing her.
“That’s not fair,” she utters. You love how she looks insanely hot with her hair damped. And just that fresh smell of her out the shower makes you impulsively want to fuck her. You gulp, and she looks directly into your eyes, “what are you waiting for, Babe?”
“You’re making me nervous. Okay?”
“Oh, shut up,” she chuckles, leaning in for a quick kiss on your lips. You lift Kazuha up and set her down on the cold surface of the dresser as she chuckles again. “You know this will be put to good use, right?”
“Mhm, I know. But dressers aren’t made for what we intend to do.”
“So what? Who’s stopping us?” Kazuha mischievously chuckles, and she looks so hot that it’s starting to be a problem. A good one.
“What’s with you today?” You didn’t mean to be rude, but those eyes of hers are so seductive that it’s becoming a problem. Again.
By all means, she’s both a problem and a solution. You're always torn between wanting some fun and taking things seriously, caught in the pull of her charm and the chaos she stirs.
“Were you waiting for this moment too?”
Honestly, and quite literally, you did. You knew Kazuha was on her way home after you dropped off your friend, so instead of admitting it, you decide to tease her for fun. “Maybe. Maybe not.'"
“I hate you,” she murmurs, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“I love you,” you say, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the lips.
Kazuha pulls back just as quickly after getting a kiss, “fuck me like you mean it then,” she starts to roll up your shirt.
You chuckle, “oh, is this how it’s going to go?”
“C’mon, fuck me, Babe. What’s stopping you? I need your attention fully on me today.” If she say so, and if she’s pulling onto your shirt to come off, you might as well fuck her right on the dresser. Kazuha throws your shirt across the room as it lands on the lamp near the bed and pulls you in to meet her lips, kissing and breathing heavily. “Baby, do you even realize that you’re hard? I know you never get enough.” Maybe Kazuha got you right there. It’s not your fault when she’s naked in front of you with her legs spread open, skin so pure and soft to the touch.
“Take off my—” you say, and you didn’t have to tell her, she’s already pulling your pants down as it drop to the floor. You had no idea when she unzipped your pants.
“Too slow,” she seductively chuckles. You can feel her hand grabbing your cock. It’s always the best feeling when her soft-small hands are all over your it, like she owns it. Your breath becomes heavy and sees her spitting onto her hand to lubricate your cock.
“Push it in,” she whispers with the tip of your cock inches away from entry.
“We’re moving way too fast,” you utter, which, honestly, you’re just worried for her. Having sex was her was planned, but you didn’t think she would rush it.
“Just put it in, Babe,” she spreads her legs wider, demanding for you to get all up inside her.
“Fine, if you say so,” and you gently drove your cock inside, slow enough to get her to moan, deepest you can go in her slick pussy. And little did you know, the shower head did come in handy as a toy for her while you were gone. You hear her shallow gasps and moans. It’s nothing new, but it’s satisfying to hear her gorgeous voice whenever you’re inside her. It’s brings you joy, especially when her legs tense up as she tries to sit still on the new dresser.
You feel her arms getting tighter on the sides of your stomach, and the way Kazuha’s nails digs into your back as you kept thrusting back and forth into her pussy. There’s no need for words, you know she’s loving it, and you’re loving it, arguably more than her.
“Harder,” Kazuha moans out, trying to catch her breaths. She rests her chin on your left shoulder, and just to seduce you more, she whispers in the most erotic voice ever, “fuck me harder, Babe.”
She’s making you go insane. Your mind isn’t where it was. This woman, actually, your girlfriend knows how to push your buttons after all the naked times together. And you will fuck her as much as you mean to love her.
“Fuck,” you groan, and you’re slowly finding the sweet spot to set the pace. She’ll be taking every inch, and every drop of cum that she didn’t get today.
“Babe,” she grunts, “oh gosh—.”
“Take it,” you growl, so aroused by the way how she’s moaning right in your ear.
The dresser rocks back and forth. There’s nothing in it. It was just built hours ago, and somehow, fucking her is the first thing you do on the dresser. And while she’s moans so beautifully, her arms cling to you desperately, one wrapping around you after the other, as she struggles to get a firm grip. Kazuha can’t even get a word out her mouth. You’re so deep inside, penetrating through her slick walls.
“Zuha,” you groan and gasp, hugging her in your warm embrace, slowing down to catch your breath while hearing hers.
“Keep going, I want it,” Kazuha murmurs softly into your ear, her breath sending a tingling sensation across your skin, like the brush of a gentle breeze. “Love me. Have me. Cum in me, like you always do.”
Her words make you smile, the curve of your lips pressing gently against her neck. She can feel the warmth of your cheekbones against her skin, and though you can’t bring yourself to respond with words, the smile speaks for itself. It’s an answer more honest than anything you could say.
You breathe on her neck, and slowly, again, driving your cock in and out Kazuha for a feeling of ecstasy as she arches back and her head leans against the wall from how deep you’re inside her. She grips right onto your broad shoulders, squeezing them in rhyme with your thrust. Her gaze is filled with love and passion, pulling you deeper into the endless depths of her ocean eyes. It’s as if time has ceased to exist, leaving just the two of you in this perfect moment while the rest of the world fades away. The room feels smaller, and the silence between both of you fill with unspoken emotions. Despite the weight of it all, you feel an irresistible pull, a need to keep going, no matter how difficult it is to not cum.
You’re so into the moment as Kazuha moans her feelings out with no one to judge, and so was the look she gave you—intense, tender, and entirely unforgettable. It was something special, something that's only meant for you, carrying a depth of emotion that words could never capture. Kazuha can feel your cock throbbing, and again, you’re not stopping. It’s not an option.
“Baby,” she whimpers and gripping into your shoulders harder as she lets out a chorus of endless moans. You feel her squirming around, legs tightly wrapped around your back, cumming.
“Kazuha,” you groan, feeling the tightness of her walls not letting you go. And you kiss the underside of her jaws as she catches her breath to offer you some help with her legs on your back. It’s not looking good for you at the very least, you’re bound to cum any second by how deep she’s pulling you in harder with all her might. “Zuha,” you grunted, like it’s a last chance of her top stop and continue for longer.
She’s not stopping as you take a deep breath, knowing that you couldn’t go any further.
And so, you cum as Kazuha leans back up to hug you in her warm-loving embrace. Nothing feels better than being in her arms. That warm, fuzzy feeling of her heartbeat syncing with yours creates a comfort, as if the world melts away while your cock throbs to fill her womb.
“Kazuha,” you say again, softly whispering, yet gasping with a heavy breath. And if only you can see how she’s smiling behind your back. “We could have went longer.”
“I really wanted it,” she chuckles and hugs you in tighter. "I'm sorry."
“By the way,” you say, catching your breath, “the quality of this dresser is amazing. For now.”
“The reviews were right, at least not for what we just did. It did rock back and forth a little bit though.”
“Babe, that’s because there’s nothing inside,” you chuckle, being witty enough that she chuckles from such an obvious reasoning. There’s no response from Kazuha, other than her chuckle as the two of you hold each other while your souls are intertwined. Outside, the birds chirp, and the distant honking of cars drifts up from the street below. It’s in her arms, in the quiet of this embrace, that you begin to notice the little things that had gone unnoticed just minutes ago.
“I have to go blow-dry my hair,” she says softly, releasing you from her embrace. Her arms linger for just a moment before she pulls away.
“Need some assistance?” you say with a playful grin.
“Wait for me, I need to put on my panties,” Kazuha smiles and gently hops off the dresser. You nod and pick up your pants to put it back on. Kazuha opens the closet and grabs the first panties she sees. Neither could you stop yourself from checking her out, even if she catches you and laughs.
“Are you just putting on your panties only?” you question, sitting right front of her as she puts on her panties, one leg at a time, and up to her waist.
“Yeah, figured we can do it on the bed right after? I’m just letting you get a quick rest,” she chuckles and grabs your hand to take you to the bathroom.
“Naughty girl,” you utter, laughing along with her as you flick the bathroom light on. Kazuha grabs her hair dryer, plugs the cord in, and then hands it over to you with a sparkle in her eyes. As you shuffle through her hair with the dryer in your hand, the warmth of the air mixing with the soft rhythm of your movements, you catch her gaze in the mirror. She’s smiling, and something about her eyes lights up makes you ask, “what are you thinking about?”
“Isn’t it funny how we ended up here to dry my hair after our quick little fun?” she shyly chuckles. “Don’t you think we haven’t been doing it much lately too? I mean, we didn’t do it for five days now until today.”
You wave the hairdryer around, carefully distributing the heat, your thoughts momentarily drifting as you search for the right words. “We’ve been very busy, Zuha. Let’s understand that,” you say, the hum of the dryer filling the space between your words.
“I know,” she pouts playfully, her eyes lingering on you as she watches you dry her hair in the mirror, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. In that moment, there was nothing but the quiet intimacy you both share. “I love it when we spend time together. Just like right now,” she adds, her voice softening, the warmth between you both making the moment feel even more special.
“I love you, Kazuha,” you say, softly, yet clear enough for her to hear besides the noise of the hairdryer in the bathroom.
“I love you too,” she says, smiling and chuckling. You continue to dry her hair, your hand gently shuffling through her scalp, the steady hum of the hairdryer filling the quiet space. Despite your focus, Kazuha doesn’t take her eyes off of you, her gaze soft yet intense, as if she's studying every flicker of your expression. There's a playful tension in the air, a shared sense of comfort and curiosity, as she silently watches you, letting the moment linger.
It’s like she owes you the world, though you know she doesn’t. You took her in during her struggling times, offering her a safe place when she needed it most. What started as friendship slowly blossomed into something more, a love that was found in the quiet moments between the chaos. You both navigated the shift and now, it feels like fate—two souls who once spent a night for some comfort, now bound by something deeper, something undeniable. You struck gold in multiple places when it comes to her.
With mischievous intentions, you couldn’t help but smirk as you’re almost done drying her hair. “I dare you to turn around,” you say, turning off the hairdryer, deciding to let the rest of her hair to air dry. She only has panties on, you just have to do something about her.
Kazuha turns around to face you, just staring right into your eyes and you feel her hands sliding down to your crotch as a tease. “Should we?”
Without answering, you gently lift her onto the vanity, your hands steady as you guide her with care. As she settles, you lean in and give her a soft kiss. Kazuha digs into your pants with chuckle, not letting you have any more rest.
“Round two,” she utters with a heavy breath. "How do you want me?"
“Bent over,” and that’s all you say, firmly, a want, and a need.
Kazuha just laughs. She expected this from you. “Okay, Babe.”
“Think we should start here?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she whispers.
“Bend over.”
Quick and easy, it can be the best when it comes to moments like this. A start of a kiss that’s simple, yet full of meaning. Just the feeling of being together, everything else can wait.
You give her space as she hops down from the vanity to quickly bend over. As you get a glimpse of her gorgeous back, you’re already so impatient to be grabbing her by the hips and hearing her moans echo throughout the bathroom. For all the right reasons, you deserve your time with her, however you want her. And so, you drop your pants down and get closer to pull her panties to the side, grabbing your cock, then lightly slapping it on her ass before you put it in.
“Just put it in already, Sweetie,” she lightly chuckles, impatiently. And after listening to her little cute plea, you insert the tip of your cock slowly in, pushing your length in as she grips onto the marble counter.
Her moans echo, just like you wanted to, so crystal clear in the bathroom as she arches back with her eyes closed. You give her a kiss on the neck. Then clearly, another smile that she can’t hide. You love seeing her smile, it’s such a weakness when you would fuck this woman to sleep on some nights she would want it so bad.
And so, you pull her up gently in front of you, hugging her from behind with your cock still inside, not a single thrust. “We should go to the bed after,” you murmur, getting a whiff of her hair.
“I’d love that,” she whispers, heavily breathing as you push your hips against hers. You close your eyes, slowly thrusting into her again. And with your hands, you explore her chest, groping her tits, giving her nipples some flicks as she chuckles and moan at the same time. Kazuha holds onto your hand, wherever you decide to touch her body, she’ll be holding it as your hands go lower down to her clit.
“Oh my gosh, Babe,” she chuckles, swirming around in your embrace. There’s a deep breath she took, and slowly, neither can she hold herself up with the sensation you give her. "It's sensitive."
“Put your leg up,” you say, almost like a demand as she bends over again when you let her off of you and even your cock slips out when she props her left leg up onto the vanity. Your cock is drenched in cum as you insert it back in. Forget about the mess if there was any, Kazuha is fully getting your attention.
You grab onto the side of her hips, continuing to drive your cock in and out as she moans over and over. The bright lights of the bathroom shines over her body that you still can’t get enough of. Your cum leaks out down to her right leg, slowly trickling down her thighs while you shove your cock in and out, in the most passionate ways that she loves.
Moments go by, not knowing how long it really is. You pull out with your cock drenched in the creamy consistency of your own cum that was inside her. You’re so addicted to her in every way, from her body, to her heart. This nerd, sometime a sore loser at times, yet such a naughty girl is everything you want. A beautiful face, stunning body, and to the way she’s so flexible in bed makes you lose your mind.
“Get on the bed, Zuha,” you gasp, pulling out.
She quickly catches her breath, and before you can fully come back to reality, Kazuha gets down on her knees to suck on your cock without even giving you a heads up. This woman is surely yours, and neither is she going to miss out from getting a taste. She’s smiling so happily, yet so exhausted by how much love you show her, and it’s only right that she gives you the same attention.
It’s quite romantic.
“Kazuha,” you gasp again, grabbing her nape and looking down to see both your gazes meet each other.
She pulls off and licks her lips, taking in the delight that's rightfully hers. You brush her hair to see that gorgeous face of hers. Kazuha gets up and holds your hands to drag you to the bedroom. Quickly, she crawls on the bed, stopping right in the middle with her ass out for an invitation.
“Come here, Babe,” she says, laughing and having a good time with you.
You crawl on the bed from behind her as she awaits for you to insert your cock back in, and slowly, she feels your tip brushing on her clit, enough for her to softly whimper with a smile. Kazuha groans once you insert your cock inside, grunting harder the deeper you push against her ass.
“You feel so fucking good,” you groan, letting out a gasp right after, cock throbbing deep inside of her. Slowly after driving your cock in, you catch your breath, not knowing whether one more thrust could be the end. You wouldn’t want that, but to Kazuha, she won’t even complain.
“Can’t go on, Babe?” she softly says, turning back to get a look at you with a chuckle. “Should I do the honors?”
No, she shouldn’t. You know damn well that she’s going to make you cum when you see the smirk from the corner of her mouth.
“No, Zuha. I got it.”
“Should I lay down on my stomach?”
And with a mischievous smirk, you give her a gentle thrust to make her gasp while still on all fours. “I’ll tell you when you can lay down, Babe,” you softly say.
You continue to thrust as Kazuha clenches her teeth and her head hangs down, bobbing. “Yes, Baby, right there.”
You’re admiring her ass bouncing from the way you start holding onto the side of her hips. There’s no better feeling to hear her moaning and seeing her tightly gripping onto the blanket up front from the sides. You give her ass a slap, then another—a harder one, then one where Kazuha would scream out a louder moan while you continue to shove your cock deep in her pussy. And while you’re have the time of your own life, she arches even more, to the point where it’s driving you crazy, giving you the testimony of your own limits for such a view.
Let her moan all she want, and that’s what you also want. This woman is all yours. You’re going to fill her womb for the second time within a period of the day. The slickness of your own cum coating your cock in her is already motivating to keep going. You just want more of a mess to see her panties stained in cum by the next morning. And Kazuha should know who she belongs to.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” you groan, almost growling by clenching your own teeth and giving her ass some touch of love after a spanking.
Both of you are so distracted that the bed creaks, and it’s actually unsurprising at this point where neither of you couldn’t honestly care less about it. And as she feels you pushing against her ass, you slowly trace your hands onto her back to grab her hair, looping it around your wrist. Kazuha’s facing forward, moaning and panting as you give her the treatment she’s been fiending for. The handful of the hair you grab stiffens the more you pulled her back. She’s almost looking up to the ceiling with her back arched, smiling, loving the kink.
“Babe, Ugh,” she grunts, mouth wide open to get all the air she can to take your cock.
You release her hair and gently push down onto her back, the cue for her to lay on her stomach as she slowly and smoothly props herself down with your cock still in her.
“Oh, Babe,” she softly moans, brushing her hair back and comfortably lean on her arm that’s on the pillow. “Such a romantic.”
And so, to what she doesn’t expect, you lean down, kissing her on the left shoulders, then to the right, equally giving Kazuha’s body some attention. “I know you love this position.”
“I fucking do,” she says with passion, and a smile on her face that you saw a glimpse of as you lean back up to put both your hands on her ass to spread. Kazuha’s breaths get heavy with every inch of your cock. She looks so comfortable with her eyes closed, taking deep breaths, moaning whenever your cock penetrates deeper into the creamy walls of her pussy.
You’re not giving the roughest pounding that will send her to sleep right after. This woman’s loving every second and minute of your cock. And by the amount of time passed by, you’ve lost track all because of her.
“Kazuha,” you groan, deciding to get closer as you lean down to her ears with the intentions of making her heart flutter, “Baby.”
Again, she smiles without hesitation, enjoy the romance, so comfortably lying down and feeling your cock throbbing more and more between her tight walls. You’re reaching your limit at this point, and you’ve done enough that she’s enjoying the moment being shared.
So, without much thought, and because of your desire to fill her womb every chance you get, you cum, pressing your hips against her ass, mashing your cock so deep that she lets out a quick whimper. Kazuha feels your cock throbbing, pulsating, so much of your warm, sticky cum being dumped in her that makes her so happy. You crash down and press against her body while the two of you catch your breaths. And there’s not a single moment that both your smiles fade away.
Slowly, and even gently, you pull out after giving her a kiss on her cheek and lay right beside her. Kazuha gets up on her knees and with a chuckle, she crawls to your cock. She licks the tip, then down the sides to taste the remaining cum that’s left for her. “Should I wake you up like this tomorrow morning?”
With a smile, you’ll never say no this. “Best way to wake me up.”
“That’s for sure,” she smirks, wiping the cum off her lips with her tongue. “By the way, I have to get on a call for a project in an hour.”
“I’ll be out the bedroom for you to focus when the time comes.”
Kazuha gets up and goes to the bathroom to turn on the faucet. “You don’t have to, Babe. But what should we do tomorrow? It’s the weekend.”
“I don’t know? Maybe laundry and shopping? We do need groceries.”
She turns off the faucet and picks up your pants that was left in the bathroom to give it back to you. “It’s my turn to pay, remember?”
“And I can see the unnecessary stuff that you’ll buy, Zuha.” you say, reaching for your pants from her hands.
“I promise that I won’t buy too much,” then she murmurs quickly, “it would be nice if you buy me a promise ring.”
“A what?” you say, which you didn’t catch the part she murmured.
Kazuha laughs, “never mind.”
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“No, you ain’t got no Mrs, oh, but you got a sports car.” — Moving to England to live with your aunt’s boyfriend was one thing, the other one is to deal with his son’s annoyingly cocky behavior.
pairing. step cousin! Lando Norris x fem! reader
warnings. AU! (Lando’s younger, and isn’t f1 driver) step cousins romance(I tried to make them as distant as possible), complicated family situation.
babs’ notes. I let the voices win— I completely understand that this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay!! There’s not going to be smut, and I’ll probably make this series!
music. Sports Car by Tate Mcrae.
Series masterlist.
YOUR AUNT WAS A TRULY PERPLEXING WOMAN—enigmatic in ways you could never quite figure out. She wasn’t easy to understand, but you loved her regardless. She had been your anchor since you were little, stepping in where your parents had often failed. While they weren’t exactly the Parents of the Year, your aunt was always there, her fierce loyalty and unwavering care filling the gaps they left behind.
But your aunt had her quirks, and one of them was her apparent inability to be alone. She always had someone by her side—a new boyfriend or partner that became a fixture in her life for however long the romance lasted. Over the years, you’d grown accustomed to the revolving door of men who entered and exited her life.
This time, though, was different. For the past two years, she’d been with a man who didn’t seem to fit the usual mold. His name was Thomas, he lived in London, a wealthy single businessman, according to everything she had told you—a world away from the Los Angeles life you knew. He had a son your age, she’d mentioned in passing, though you’d never thought much about it.
Her frequent trips to England had become routine, each one pulling her further into his world. But this time, her decision rocked your world entirely: she wanted to move. All the way from sunny Los Angeles to the vastly different city of London. You could tell how much she wanted this, how much happiness she seemed to find in the prospect of starting a new chapter with Thomas. And despite the bittersweet ache of leaving your friends, your home, and everything familiar behind, you agreed to go with her. She’d always been by your side, after all, and now it was your turn to be by hers.
Packing up your life was harder than you’d expected. Every photo, every book, every piece of clothing seemed to carry the weight of memories tied to the life you were leaving behind. As the day of the move approached, you couldn’t help but feel the enormity of it all—the uncertainty of what lay ahead, the bittersweet finality of what you were leaving behind.
You leaned against the cool leather seat, your aunt beside you, chatting away excitedly about how different London felt compared to Los Angeles. Her words barely registered as you stared out of the tinted window of the luxurious limousine that had been sent for you—a reminder of the new world you were stepping into.
The city unfolded before your eyes like a movie scene. The streets buzzed with life, the iconic red double-decker buses rolling past, black cabs weaving through traffic with practiced ease. Pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, some clutching umbrellas despite the sun peeking through the clouds. London didn’t feel like any place you’d ever been—it was both historic and modern, loud and elegant all at once.
The music in your airpods provided a gentle soundtrack to your thoughts, keeping you anchored in the overwhelming rush of sights and sounds. You felt like a lost tourist, out of place amidst the grandeur and hustle of the city. Every corner seemed to hold a piece of London’s story: old buildings with ornate details, high-end shops gleaming with glass displays, and the occasional glimpse of lush green parks tucked between it all.
Your aunt’s voice broke through the haze of your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. “It’ll be okay,” she said softly, her tone warm and reassuring. You glanced at her, noticing the way her eyes sparkled as she took in the sights of London. She always had a way of making things seem less daunting, even when you weren’t sure you believed her.
Reluctantly, you pulled out one of your airpods, letting the faint hum of music fade into the background. “It’s so beautiful here,” she said, her voice filled with genuine awe as she gazed out at the bustling streets.
You followed her gaze, taking in the city around you. Beautiful? Sure. The historic buildings, the cobblestone streets, the iconic red buses—it all looked like something out of a postcard. But to you, it was also overwhelming. Unfamiliar. A world away from the sun-soaked streets of Los Angeles that you knew like the back of your hand.
“Yeah,” you muttered under your breath, your fingers fidgeting with the strap of your bag. “Beautiful. And also fucking unfamiliar.”
Your aunt didn’t seem to catch your words—or maybe she chose not to. Instead, she reached over and gave your hand a gentle squeeze, her silent way of saying she understood. And maybe she did. After all, she was leaving behind her own life too, even if she seemed more excited than scared.
The limousine came to a halt, the soft hum of the engine quieting as you stared out at the sight before you. The villa was something straight out of a daydream—grand and elegant, with French windows that glinted in the sunlight and lush greenery that seemed to wrap the house in a sense of timeless beauty. You couldn’t help but think, Wow, this is not so bad. If nothing else, at least the place itself might soften the blow of moving here.
Thomas was already waiting at the entrance, his smile broad and welcoming as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. The moment the car door opened, your aunt practically bolted into his arms, laughter and affectionate greetings filling the air. They embraced like the stars of some romantic film, completely caught up in each other. At least one of you was happy, you thought, watching them.
You stepped out of the limousine hesitantly, your shoes crunching softly against the gravel drive. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of flowers, and for a moment, you let yourself take it all in—the towering architecture, the perfectly trimmed hedges, the sheer opulence of it all. It was beautiful, yes, but also overwhelming, like stepping into a world you weren’t sure you belonged to.
Adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder, you glanced around, taking in every detail of the place that would now be called home. The air was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves, and the sheer quiet was a stark contrast to the hum of Los Angeles. You felt a pang of homesickness already, but you pushed it aside. This was a fresh start, you reminded yourself, no matter how unfamiliar it might be.
“Just treat yourself like home, Y/n,” Thomas said warmly, his accent crisp yet inviting. He kept an arm around your aunt as he spoke, the two of them radiating an ease with each other that made you smile faintly. At least she was happy. That was what mattered most, you reminded yourself. They turned towards the grand entrance of the villa, leaving you to follow quietly behind.
The house opened up before you like a gallery, every inch of it steeped in luxury and charm. As you stepped inside, your eyes were immediately drawn to the walls—adorned with framed photographs and posters of McLaren F1 cars, sleek sports cars, and classic vintage models. The space exuded the spirit of a car enthusiast, one who seemed to live and breathe motorsport.
“Typical British man,” you muttered under your breath with a soft chuckle, amused by the predictability of it all. But if you were being honest, you kind of liked it. The bold curves of the cars, the energy captured in the photos, the sleek designs—it all sparked something familiar, something comforting.
You’d loved cars and F1 for as long as you could remember. When your dad was still around—still playing the role of a father, even if fleetingly—he’d introduced you to the world of motorsport. He’d taught you how engines worked, how to tell one car apart from another, how to appreciate the artistry of speed and design. He even let you sit on his lap and “drive” when you were just six years old, your tiny hands gripping the steering wheel while he worked the pedals. Those memories stuck with you, even after the illusion of who your dad was faded.
Running your fingers along the edge of a wooden banister, you let your gaze linger on one of the larger framed photos: a McLaren car hurtling down a track, wheels kicking up dust as it rounded a corner. There was a thrill to it, a sense of movement and purpose that felt magnetic.
Behind you, you heard your aunt’s laughter echo down the hallway as she and her boyfriend disappeared deeper into the house, wrapped up in their own bubble of bliss. You stood there for a moment longer, taking in your surroundings and wondering what it would feel like to call this place home. It was beautiful, sure, but it was also unfamiliar. Strange.
You sat at the grand dining table, surrounded by the understated elegance of your new home. The plate in front of you held what could only be described as the most typical British dish imaginable—crispy fish and chips, with a side of mushy peas that you were still trying to convince yourself to like. The room was quiet, save for the occasional clink of utensils against porcelain. Even your aunt, normally a chatterbox, seemed content in her little bubble of bliss, sitting close to her boyfriend.
The silence was suddenly broken by the unmistakable growl of a roaring engine outside the house. It wasn’t just any car engine—it was powerful, aggressive, commanding attention in a way that made your heart leap slightly. You glanced toward the window, your curiosity piqued.
“It must have been Lando,” Thomas said casually, barely glancing up from his plate.
Lando. That was his name? You rolled the name over in your mind, trying to place it. Your aunt had mentioned the man had a son your age, but this was the first time you’d heard his name spoken out loud. Lando. It sounded sharp, unique, leaving an impression before you’d even seen him.
You leaned back slightly in your chair, trying to keep your movements subtle, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Your fingers idly brushed the edge of your plate, but your gaze was firmly fixed on the massive window across the room. Outside, the carbon blue McLaren sat parked with an air of quiet power, its sleek design commanding attention even in stillness.
The car door opened smoothly, catching your eye as the man stepped out. He moved with effortless confidence, his posture relaxed yet purposeful. His curly brown hair caught the sunlight, slightly tousled, as though he’d just come from the rush of the open road. Dressed casually in faded blue jeans and a sweater that matched the deep tone of the McLaren, he seemed entirely at ease in the luxurious surroundings. The sunglasses perched on his face obscured his eyes, but the sharp angles of his jaw and the slight smirk tugging at his lips hinted at a self-assuredness that was hard to ignore.
You found yourself watching him longer than you intended, intrigued by the way he carried himself. There was something magnetic about his presence—like he knew exactly how to make an entrance without even trying. He lingered by the car for a moment, brushing his hand along the roof before glancing toward the house. His movements were deliberate, casual, yet somehow striking in their simplicity.
You leaned back slightly, arms crossing as you processed the sight before you. So this was Lando. The son your aunt had mentioned in passing, the one you hadn’t given much thought to before now. He seemed confident—maybe too confident—but you’d seen worse. Much worse.
Still, there was something about him that lingered in your mind as he walked toward the house, his movements unhurried, exuding a kind of effortless ease. You weren’t sure yet what to make of him, but you had a feeling he wasn’t the kind of person you could easily ignore.
“Hey,” his voice rang out, that undercurrent of cockiness still lingering as if he carried the room with just a few syllables. You hesitated, your fingers lightly brushing the edge of the table as your aunt rushed past you, her excitement undeniable.
“Oh my god, Lan, you’ve grown up so much,” she gushed, wrapping her arms around him with a warmth that made you feel like an outsider in the moment. You could hear the sound of his laugh—a short, amused chuckle that matched the easy confidence he seemed to radiate.
Finally, you turned around, unable to resist any longer. Your eyes landed on him, taking in the full picture. His sunglasses now perched on his head, pushed back to reveal striking green eyes that seemed to catch the light in a way that made them all the more intense. His gaze darted to you, and for a moment, you thought you saw something flicker there—curiosity, perhaps? Or maybe it was just the same cockiness he carried in his voice.
Lando was taller than you'd expected, but not so much that it felt imposing. He stood with an ease that was almost frustrating, like he’d never had to try too hard for anything in his life. And yet, there was something about his presence that drew you in, even if you didn’t want to admit it.
So this was the golden boy everyone seemed to talk about—the one who apparently had it all: fame, charm, and a life that you couldn’t even begin to compare to your own. Honestly, you weren’t surprised. He looked good. Too good, almost. Like he had stepped straight out of the kind of world that only existed in glossy magazine spreads and Instagram feeds.
“You must be Y/n,” he said with a smirk, his tone light but carrying a certain edge of confidence. It wasn’t just an introduction—it was like he knew exactly how to set the pace of the room, how to make his presence impossible to ignore. “Dad and Auntie talked about you a lot.”
Auntie. You bristled slightly at the word, but let it pass. Whatever. It wasn’t worth commenting on, especially when he was already sliding into the seat opposite you, his movements casual but deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.
His green eyes locked onto yours, steady and focused in a way that made it hard to look away. There was something about them—sharp and observant, as if he was reading you like a page in a book. It wasn’t intimidating, exactly, but it wasn’t comfortable either. You could feel your guard rising instinctively, unsure of what to make of him.
“So,” he said, leaning back slightly in the chair, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you settling in, or did they just drag you here against your will?” His tone was teasing, but you caught the flicker of genuine curiosity hidden beneath it, like he actually wanted to know.
“The second one actually,” you said, your smile tinged with sarcasm, a playful edge in your voice. It was obvious you were joking, but the words carried just enough bite to keep things interesting.
Lando’s smirk grew, his green eyes narrowing slightly in mock amusement. “Dragged here kicking and screaming, huh?” he teased, leaning forward slightly in his chair. “Well, I guess I should feel honored to be graced with your presence then.”
You rolled your eyes, but the faint smile playing on your lips betrayed you. “Oh, absolutely,” you shot back, keeping your tone light. “I mean, it’s not every day you get to sit across from a golden boy.”
He chuckled softly at that, shaking his head as if to brush off the comment, but the glint in his eyes remained. “Golden boy, huh? Is that what they’re calling me now?” He leaned back in his chair, casually draping an arm over the backrest. “I’ve been called worse, I suppose.”
“Anyway, I need to go,” Lando announced, his voice cutting through the room with a casual confidence that seemed to come so naturally to him. His tone carried the same cockiness you were starting to realize was simply a part of who he was. “Max and I are going to play some golf,” he added, like the words were a badge of honor. Golf—of all things. The most boring sport you could think of. Or whatever it even was. You couldn't help but picture him swinging clubs in the middle of a pristine course, surrounded by people eager to soak in his charm.
“Golf?” you muttered quietly under your breath, the word leaving a sour taste in your mouth. The thought of it seemed laughable—too refined, too slow, too uneventful for someone who radiated such energy. You resisted the urge to say it aloud, knowing it wasn’t worth the trouble. He didn’t seem like the type who’d be fazed by a comment like that anyway.
“You just arrived,” your aunt interrupted, her voice softer now, tinged with a hint of disappointment. You could see it in the way she leaned toward him, her hand resting gently on his arm. She wanted him to stay longer, wanted to hold onto this moment of togetherness for just a little while more. But Lando didn’t seem particularly moved by her subtle plea.
“Sorry,” he said with a small shrug, the apology falling from his lips with all the sincerity of someone who had already made up their mind. His casual demeanor felt unshakable, like he lived in a world where rules and expectations bent around him, not the other way around.
And then, his gaze flicked to you. “See you around, Y/n,” he said, your name lingering on his lips with a bittersweet tone that sent a faint ripple through your chest. The way he said it—like it meant something more than just a casual farewell—caught you off guard. You couldn’t quite place the feeling it left behind, but it clung to you nonetheless.
Without another word, he turned and left the room, his footsteps fading into the hall as the faint hum of his McLaren’s engine became the only sound left to fill the silence. The absence of his presence seemed almost louder than his arrival, leaving you feeling... unsettled. You sat there, unsure of whether you were relieved or intrigued—or maybe both.
Thomas’ smile was warm, brimming with an almost paternal pride as he spoke. “He’s my boy, I’m sure you’ll get along,” he said confidently, his words carrying an air of certainty that you found difficult to match.
You nodded politely, offering a faint smile in return. It was nice that Thomas was so sure of this, so convinced that you and Lando would mesh seamlessly. But in truth, you weren’t. You couldn’t quite picture yourself clicking with someone like Lando—the golden boy who radiated charm and arrogance in equal measure, who seemed to move through life with a confidence you weren’t sure you could match.
The memory of his smirk, the cocky lilt in his voice, and the way he had glanced at you with those sharp green eyes—all of it lingered in your mind, unshakable even as you tried to dismiss it. You were still processing what you’d seen in him and what you hadn’t, trying to decide whether he was someone you wanted in your orbit or someone you’d prefer to keep at arm’s length.
Thomas didn’t seem to notice your hesitation, his expression full of pride and affection. And despite your doubts, you couldn’t help but respect the bond he clearly shared with Lando, the way he spoke about him with such unwavering certainty.
You forced your smile to stay in place, the words catching slightly in your throat as you replied, “I guess we’ll see.” It was the safest response you could think of, one that wouldn’t betray the uncertainty swirling in your mind.
Thomas chuckled lightly, oblivious to your internal conflict. “Oh, trust me. Once you get to know him, you’ll see what I mean.”
You weren’t sure if that was a promise or a warning, but you couldn’t deny the faint flicker of curiosity that had already begun to take root. Whatever happened next, you had a feeling that Lando Norris wasn’t someone you’d be able to ignore—whether you liked it or not.
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saw this trend and was like ‘im going to imagine this as Katsuki’ and it hasn’t stopped bouncing between my 2 brain cells. this would NEVER happen in cannon.. but hypothetically. (I’m going to shut up.)
(You and Bakugou are both 2nd years but your younger than him just fyi.)
Katsuki Bakugou x fem! Reader
warning: teen parents, suggestive, cruising, mentions of smut themes.
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It happened by accident, you were being stupid teens and made a mistake and trusted your birth control too much and ended up pregnant.
You were sixteen and petrified— but if you had the option to go back in time you would do it all over again.
Telling Katsuki was more of a ‘what the fuck do we do.’ Conversion then a ‘please don’t leave me.’
Yes you are scared to tell Katsuki but he was your best friend before anything else and you needed him the most.
When you told his parents they laid it out very simply. They were not joyed at the fact their son knocked you up but that was on you both as well as your decision on what to do.
You both agreed to keep the baby, you understood the consequences and responsibility’s of not only getting pregnant and how your parents were gonna ground you like crazy (it didn’t happen it was an empty threat that Mitski once told.) but Also having a baby and how heavy that truly was.
But it all worked out— you gave birth to a healthy baby girl that you named Sumire and it was like a light was turned on.
The first week was rough, having to wake up to crying in the middle of the night, the postpartum phase and the constant lactation.
It was default but that’s what you both signed up for. Happily. And you both got a pretty neat label at UA as the ‘one iconic couple that had a kid.’
Once she was 5 months old it truly hit you that you and Katsuki were teen parents.
“we’re fucking parents.” You were sitting on his bed, back towards his wall holding your daughter in your lap while she played with your fingers babbling to herself.
He put a hand on the back of his seat to turn his body to look at you and his daughter. “yeah it’s not news.” He admired the sight, taking a mental picture of the way you held her.
“How’d that happen?” You said in shock, acting like it just happened.
“had sex and you said ‘oh don’t worry Katsuki I’m on birth control have a field day’” he emphasized the end of his sentence.
“Okay you’re funny. Now do me a favor and take your daughter my thigh is going numb.” You said holding her up for him to hold.
He wanted a girl so bad (would never admit it) but he pumped his fist in the air when he found out the gender.
He got up without a complaint and took the infant from your lap, and held her small hand in his own and kissed her palm, When he did it always made her laugh and he adored it.
He would gets cuteness aggression BAD.
“I’d do it again.” He spoke up between kisses. “Do what again?” You raised a brown in confusion at what he said. “Cum.” He let out devilish chuckle.
“Omg Katsuki.” You covered your flushed face at his wording, pointing at what caused you to end up with a daughter.
“All jokes aside- I’m not complaining. I think it’s tits that I have a mini me.” He chewed her chubby cheek lightly, making her look at you confused but still wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Language.” You poked, acting like you didn’t just curse 5 minutes ago.
“Oh my god! Sumire do you hear your mom. Telling me to watch my language. Get a load of this.” He hugged the baby against his cheek, putting his other hand on her other cheek and squishing her face slightly.
You couldn’t take him seriously. “You’re a jerk.” You said sitting on your knees dragging him down to the bed safely watching as he was holding your daughter securely.
“Jerk you had a kid with.” He laid on your lap, holding Sumire against his chest.
“I’m aware.” You reached down to kiss him on the lips.
It wasn’t planned but it worked out and that’s all that mattered to both of you. The best thing that happed to the two of you was Sumire and she didn’t even know.
(I am convinced I’m unable to write a short fic. Thank you for reading my inner thoughts, this has to be the fic I enjoyed writing the most^_^!!)
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people often use snow’s experiences with lucy gray as an explanation for how he engages with katniss, but i think that the true story of his downfall lies not in how lucy gray and katniss are similar, but rather in how they are different.
snow knew that it was never him that made the games what they are. it was lucy gray, with her scrappy, passionate artistry, that put on the show that kept people watching. more importantly, it was lucy gray that put on the show that kept HIM watching. all he ever did was give her the stage.
ergo, snow recognizes that the person with the power to usurp him is his natural counterpart, someone like lucy gray, who possessed both the charisma and humanity that he sorely lacks. however, in his mind, those traits are not real; they’re performed in order to obtain power. how could he know better, when he’s never experienced them himself, and the only person he ever truly believed possessed them betrayed him?
so snow keeps his eye out for performers, people with gravitas who could capture the heart of the nation, and squashes their spark as soon as he can. people like haymitch. people like finnick.
and that’s where snow goes wrong. he doesn’t see katniss’ similarities to lucy gray from the start, because while they both demonstrate astonishing, intriguing bravery at their reapings, their actions and motivations are completely different. lucy gray is motivated to perform by anger for herself, and katniss is motivated to sacrifice herself by fear for her sister.
but then katniss starts to put on a show for the audience, kissing peeta and being willing to die with the berries at the end of the 74th games. snow starts to see an entirely different side of katniss that resembles lucy gray to a concerning degree. he sees how, with peeta at her side, she could beguile the nation the same way lucy gray had. and, even worse, she was using the poor, helpless boy who had the misfortune of falling in love with her to survive. the moment katniss started performing, he finally sees lucy gray within her. but it’s already too late.
by catching fire, katniss is the spark fanning the flames of the resistance, but snow fails to understand why. as far as he’s concerned, katniss’ star power comes from her connection to peeta. he tries to weaponize their “love” for his own gain, but it doesn’t work, not because people don’t believe that she loves peeta, but because, for the first time, a victor offers their winnings to the family of a fallen tribute.
snow is caught in a catch 22 of seneca crane’s making—if he kills katniss, she becomes a martyr. but if he lets her live, she’ll be a revolutionary icon. either way, she’s the spark. so he has no choice but to allow the spark to flicker, just for a little while. enter the 75th games. snow knows he needs katniss to die a tragic death in the games. more specifically, he needs it to be a brutal death at the hands of a tribute, not the gamemakers, because he understands that as long as the districts see the capitol as the one who ended the life of katniss everdeen, she’ll still be a martyr.
but snow still doesn’t get it. in the quarter quell, the prey does not become predator. katniss’ allies protect her, ensuring she survives until district 13 rescues her. why would they protect this girl, assuming such a steep personal risk? why would they put everything on the line for a revolution they personally stand to benefit little from? he doesn’t know. but he does know that lucy gray katniss is at the center of it all, so he tries to eliminate what makes her look best: peeta.
and that is snow’s fatal mistake. what he, coin, and everyone but haymitch fail to understand is that it was never peeta that made katniss look good—it was katniss, who befriended and put faith in rue. katniss, who recruited mags, wiress, and beetee as allies. she is the source of revolutionary inspiration. it isn’t her charisma or even her compassion, and it certainly isn’t how well she performed those virtues.
katniss becomes the mockingjay because of her solidarity.
lucy gray was charismatic, like peeta, and compassionate, like both peeta and katniss, but she did not demonstrate solidarity. she was never truly “district” in the way katniss is. she showed kindness to jessup, not because he was from 12, but because he showed kindness to her. lucy gray left behind everything and everyone she loved when she left coriolanus, because she was first and foremost a survivor.
katniss was a survivor her whole life, but she survives exclusively to ensure the people she loves are protected. she always does what she can for people more vulnerable than herself. lucy gray couldn’t have sparked a revolution on her own because she lacked the solidarity that makes a hope for a better future authentic to others. katniss is the human manifestation of solidarity, and to a people divided by a common enemy, that’s the most inspiring thing a person can be.
only in the end, when katniss shoots coin, does snow realize none of it was a performance. choking on the blood of his countless adversaries, snow’s final moments are consumed by what he got wrong. what made lucy gray and katniss different ends his reign, but ironically, the final nail in his coffin is an act that both lucy gray and katniss share in their last moments with snow. they both prove, unequivocally, that he is not the center of their worlds like they are his. lucy gray put her own survival before her love for him, and katniss puts the future of her nation before her hate for him. in the end, he simply doesn’t matter. and that’s greater justice than could have ever been achieved if katniss had fired her arrow into his heart.
the greatest enemy to coriolanus snow could only be the person who reignited the embers of a dying revolutionary fire, who demonstrated to a broken people that while one spark alone might not be enough, thousands of sparks uniting in solidarity is an unbeatable force.
and really, he should have known better. after all, even when snow lands on top, fire melts snow.
#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#snow#katniss#katniss everdeen#peeta#peeta mellark#coriolanus#thg#thg series#the hunger games#the hunger games trilogy#catching fire#mockingjay#everlark
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four-tune favours the bold (mv1)
pairing: max verstappen x alonso!reader [smau]
summary: having won his fourth world title, max finds no better time to tell your father that you're dating (and to maybe also get his blessing)
warnings: none (i think)
a/n: now that we finally have M4X (yipeeeeee), can we please get goatlonso back, preferably in the next few years (pls let the newey rocketship work)
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blackdontcrack max stop sending your girlfriend into a heart attack, she's already getting one from your kids
fatherofthree she learnt that one from you and roscoe 💀 blackdontcrack HEY. my son is very well behaved
notnowinsnomore I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WONT JUST TELL HIM, IT'S NOT THAT HARD MAX
fatherofthree DO YOU WANT TO TELL HIM FOR ME 🤨🤨🤨 notnowinsnomore NO???? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO DIE??? notnowinsnomore IT'S ALSO YOUR RELATIONSHIP, NOT MINE
honeyhoney you've got to give him like 10 years to process that you're even in the same social sphere as his daughter...good luck man
fatherofthree thanks dan 😖 fatherofthree padel later? y/n_priv no? we have our date??? 😧😧😧 honeyhoney you beating up max now y/nnie? y/n_priv 😁👍
yourbff_priv babes ditch the men for me 😍
y/n_priv yes wifey 👩❤️💋👩 fatherofthree @/yourbff_priv stop stealing MY girlfriend yourbff_priv skill issue
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notnowinsnomore that second picture is exactly is what's gonna put you on top of fernando's kill list
fatherofthree no it wont notnowinsnomore yes it will inchident_no1 yes it will blackdontcrack yes it will honeyhoney yes it will ima5starmichelin yes it will buzzlightyear yes it will y/n_priv yes it will fatherofthree ok maybe it will. but fernando doesn't need to know
inchident_no1 your rendition of my heart goes on is truly...
y/n_priv truly what CHARLES? say it with your pussy fatherofthree YEAH WHAT SHE SAID inchident_no1 rubbish 🙄 y/n_priv BOOOOOOO YOU'RE RUBBISH
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inchident_no1 should've bet on red 😉 wouldn't have lost you 100k
spicysugarbaby agreed 🤭 blackdontcrack well i SEVERELY disagree since we won 250k on the next spin on black so.... fatherofthree I LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH THEM FOR 10 MINUTES AND YOU'VE ALREADY BET 250K??? y/n_priv yeah but it's an investment babe 😘
antman can i join you guys? 🥺🥺🥺
y/n_priv not yet little kimi, in another three years (i think; i'll take you to the casino then myself ☺️) y/n_priv and yes you too @/we_are_barebears we_are_barebears YESSSSS 😌
f1 can i come over pls pls
y/n_priv of course admin ❤️ f1 yay 😁
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user1 HOLY LORD MOTHER IS FINALLY BACK TO SERVE CUNT IN THE PADDOCK 🥵🥵🥵
user2 the sexy spanish alonso genes are real with this one yourusername i would hope so! 🥱 user3 istg ive never seen a spanish person look bad in red
user4 GOD REALLY GIVES US Y/N AS AN APOLOGY CAUSE HOW DOES SHE EXIST????
user5 she's literally a goddess on earth user6 the face economy is unreal with her 😍 yourusername cant just be a nepo baby, gotta make papa proud 😘
user7 super hyped for vegas now that you're here with us y/n 🤩
user8 hopefully we see another alonso top 10 (i can copium for a top 6) user9 he will literally dnf everyone if it means y/n gets to see him podium or win again (2023 was literally iconic) yourusername papa will be ready to make stroll do crashgate 😉 (but i've asked him to refrain for this weekend) user10 ya'll y/n's cooking 😌😌😌
user11 ERM ANYONE GONNA BRING UP PIC 3 CAUSE....
user12 YA'LL GIRLIE I WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME THING user13 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 user14 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 yourusername no comment 🥺👉👈 user15 whoever that is do be looking fine affff user16 also probably fearing for his life, considering she's got like ten godfathers and then over twenty drivers ready to bash a man for her 💀💀💀
user17 THE FERRARI AURA IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE 😆
fernandoalo_oficial who's that princessa
yourusername i will tell you soon papa 😁
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user18 STILL COOKING WITH A SLIGHTLY COOKED CAR, LETS GET TITLE NUMBER 4 💪💪💪
user19 literally salivating over pic one, cause he's so fine 🥵
user20 waiting for "2024 fia f1 world champion is max verstappen"
user21 SIMPLY LOVELY PUTTING YOURSELF INTO A STRONG POSITION
user22 getting the ladies i see in pic two 🤣
user23 he knows what he wants, and what he's going to get afterwards 😏
user24 VIVA LAS VEGASSSSSS, GETTING READY TO RUMBLE
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as max stepped out of the cockpit of his red bull - his gloved hands trembling slightly - he could feel the relief coursing through him, palpable even under the thick layers of his racing suit and balaclava. the cold autumn air nipped at his damp skin, but he barely noticed, lost in the overwhelming rush of emotions.
after a very, very long season, filled with challenges both in and out of the car, he had finally done it…he had won his fourth world championship.
as he stood there under the vegas lights, savoring this triumphant moment in front of the roaring crowd, his thoughts drifted to you.
throughout the year, your presence had always been a beacon amidst the chaos, a constant reminder of what truly mattered to him beyond the roar of engines and the glare of millions of fans. as he ran towards his team, his chest pounding and blood rushing in his ears, he thought of your earlier message, and his heart swelled with affection for you. he knew now was finally the perfect opportunity to share his love for you with the rest of the world.
as you watched max leap into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name, you tried furiously to blink away the tears. your boyfriend had finally achieved his fourth world title, and he was making both of your wishes come true.
walking over to the other drivers, max felt the hand of another behind him. turning around, the butterflies in his stomach heaved once again, coming face to face with your father, fernando alonso. max's exuberant gaze locked onto the figure before him, and as their eyes met, max felt the familiar flutter of nervousness in his chest, a sensation he'd grown accustomed to whenever thinking of you and your father.
"max," fernando greeted him warmly, extending a strong hand. "congratulations. you've earned every bit of this championship." max clapped his hand firmly, trying to hide the slight tremble behind his grin. "thank you, fernando,”
max blushed for a second, as fernando leant up to pinch his cheeks, while also grinning widely at him. as fernando's gaze lingered on max, he thought for a second that he had found out about the two of you, and was instead ready to pull him by the cheek in for a very obvious threat and kick to the balls.
"i must say," fernando began, his tone sincere, "you've shown remarkable resilience this season. much like myself. i hope to see you continue working hard for many years," his words carried a hint of approval.
max swallowed hard, his mind racing, as he opened his mouth to speak.
“i-i’m dating your daughter,” max’s heart pounded in his chest, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. fernando’s expression remained jubilant, but there was a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes. the air between them seemed to crackle with tension.
“i…i didn’t know she was seeing someone,” fernando said slowly, his voice low and controlled, as he waved to the crowd, whilst pulling max towards the other drivers. there was no denying the facts now – fernando knew about their relationship. and while max couldn’t read the older man’s thoughts, he felt a surge of nervous energy course through him. would this revelation change things? between him and fernando?
as if sensing his turmoil, fernando turned back around abruptly, causing max to jump slightly.
fernando studied max intently, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "but i'm glad to hear that it's you max. my daughter deserves nothing less than the best."
with those words, fernando extended his hand once more, this time with a newfound warmth that spoke volumes. max grasped it firmly, sealing a silent pact between them. as they released their grip, fernando placed a hand on max's shoulder, pulling him in. "but listen closely mijo," he said, still grinning but his voice low and conspiratorial, "you mess with my daughter, and i will not hesitate to run you off the track or run you over. if you care for her, then show her that she's your number one priority, both on and off the track."
max felt a chill run down his spine at fernando's warning, but he also sensed a strange kind of respect behind it. this was a man who protected his family fiercely, and max wanted nothing more than to earn his place within that circle.
"yes, sir," he replied fervently, meeting fernando's intense stare head-on. "she is my priority, always. i promise you, i'll do whatever it takes to make her happy and keep her safe." fernando studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of doubt. finally, he gave a curt nod, releasing max's shoulder.
"alright then," he said, "just remember what i told you. and welcome to the family, officially." as fernando walked away, max took a deep breath, his mind already racing. he glanced around at the celebrating crowd, their faces alight with joy and admiration, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.
but more than anything, max yearned to share this moment with you, to bask in the glow of his victory together and celebrate the love that had sustained him throughout the season. max scanned the bustling crowd, his eyes searching for a glimpse of your familiar features amidst the sea of faces. spotting you lingering nervously near the red bull personnel, he pushed through the throng of people, making a beeline directly for you. as he drew nearer, you couldn't help but notice the look of pure adoration etched across his handsome features. his dark hair was damp with sweat, his broad shoulders still trembling slightly from the exertion of the race. but his eyes shone brightly with triumph and something far warmer - his love for you.
"y/n!" he called out, his voice ringing above the din of the party. pulling you through the celebrating crowd, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.
your laughter mingled with the roar of the crowd as max set you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. he gazed into your eyes, his own shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. in that moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of pure bliss.
"y/n," max whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "i did it. we did it." he pressed his forehead against yours, savoring the warmth of your skin and the closeness that came with sharing such an intimate moment.
your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until your lips met in a searing kiss, pouring years of shared dreams and unspoken promises into that single, passionate gesture. the world around them melted away as max lost himself in the taste and feel of your lips, his body molding perfectly against yours. his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours he knew so well, as if mapping out the path to your heart.
when you finally broke apart, both panting for air, max rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with a mixture of triumph and tenderness. "i want to spend the rest of my life making you feel this way," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "i want to wake up every morning with you by my side and fall asleep every night in your arms."
he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small velvet box that had been burning a hole there since the day he decided to propose. max dropped to one knee, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration. the crowd around them seemed to hold its collective breath, the anticipation palpable in the air.
with trembling hands, max opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring nestled within. the stone glittered under the bright lights of the track, casting glittering cascades of light across your face.
"y/n," max began, his voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions coursing through him, "from the moment we met, you've been the driving force behind everything i've achieved. your love, support, and unwavering belief in me have pushed me to become the best version of myself, both on and off the track."
he paused, swallowing hard as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
"marry me," max breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "become my wife. let's race through life together because i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and no one else, i love you,"
with a shaky nod, you sank to your knees before him, cupping his face in your hands as you peppered his cheeks with tender kisses. "yes," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "a thousand times yes."
max slid the ring onto your finger, and pulling you up with him to your feet. spinning you around once more, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. the crowd surged forward, enveloping you both in a sea of congratulations and well-wishes, their excitement nearly tangible in the air.
as the celebrations continued around them, max pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about the depth of his love and commitment. in that moment, surrounded by the people who mattered most, max knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of victories, both on and off the track.
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yourusername I LOVE LAS VEGAS BABYYYYY 😘 but in all honesty, i'm so so so proud of you max (more than words or actions could ever express). seeing you grow throughout the past four years into the champion you are today, is more than any gift i could ever receive. there were far more battles and challenges from this season, but you rose above them every time. you are a champion, both on and off the racetrack and you will never be alone in this world, as long as i'm here. keep them coming baby. i love you, forever and always 🧡
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maxverstappen1 i love you very much schatje, thank you for always being there for me 😘
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maxverstappen1 four time world champion baby!!! a season full of challenges, but with the support, dedication and the effort of the team, this result would not have been possible 🙌 a huge thank you to all involved for this incredible achievement 👏
and i just want to say the biggest thank you to the love of my life, my girlfriend of four years, and now my fiancee, y/n alonso. i love you so much, and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you (even if your dad wants to run me over now)
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