#PR Chronicles

[geminixevans-stan]

The Four Mischiefs

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x PR!Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: Reader has to deal with four delinquents after their trip turned into a social media frenzy

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of violence, Bucky being a little shit, explicit language

A/N: I missed this little series so much! I wrote this while on the devil’s lettuce so I hope you all enjoy! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

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Mondays were usually the normal recharge day after a weekend away from responsibilities. You were always a Monday person, ready to restart the work week and see what else you could accomplish. This Monday… you hated. While not many things could ruin your mood on a Monday, a group of mischiefs had a nice weekend.

And by nice you mean an utter disaster…

The large conference room usually was used for daily debriefings for the Avengers. But, because a certain video of Earth’s mightiest defenders stayed on the internet for three days until you finally got wind of it and scrubbed the web so clean that everyone on social media thought they were in a simulation, you had to do deep damage control.

Instead of having a meeting about how to save the Earth, you were sat in front of the conference table as Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Steve sat in the seats around the dark table as the video of their trip played out in front of them. 

Sam and Bucky had the look of accomplishment on their faces as they tagged team a group of normal human men in a neighborhood looking to match the housing of the New Orleans communities. Steve sat with his hands clasped in his lap, shame on his face as he cringe at the amount of force he used on his attacking party. 

And then came Tony… In all your time in knowing him, he never had the look of fear or shame etched on his features. Yet as you stare down at every single hero in your sight, Tony Stark looks… embarrassed. 

Even with their looks, you can still get to the bottom of why they were where they were and why they decided to fight an entire neighborhood (they won, of course).

The video began to end and with each passing second you became more and more irritated with all of them. No doubt Sam and Bucky were not sorry for what they did but you were going to make them issue a fake apology by any means necessary. 

You step close to the table, resting your hands on the surface as you take a seat at the head of it. All eyes were on you and every single one of them got their own glance before you decide to start grilling. 

“Anyone wants to start with what we’ve just seen gentlemen? Give me precise answers and it may or no may not help the consequences you’re all gonna get,” the coolness on your tongue was enough to send a shiver through them all. It was evident that they all messed up, royally. But nobody wanted to speak up. 

With a sly smirk on his face, Bucky raised his hand, waiting to be called on. The quirk in your eyebrow was all the interest you were going to give him as you called on him, “Sergeant Barnes, the repeat offender. What happened here?”

The clear of Bucky’s throat could be heard when he stood up, his metal hand pressed to the table as he began to speak, “Well, Sam decided to invite us all for a Boy’s trip to his hometown at the last minute and as you see in the video, there were some targets that needed some attention.” 

“Targets? So was this a mission or a trip of leisure Sergeant Barnes?”

“A trip…”

“So you were fighting for fun am I correct?”

“Seemed fun to me,” Bucky shrugged, taking another look at the screen as the video began to play again, making Bucky smile as he saw the combos he laid to his enemies, “With all due respect, they started it and we finished it.”

A scoff left your throat as Bucky took his seat, looking more accomplished than he did earlier. 

“So, we have two super soldiers and two men that use technology for their powers, fighting regular human beings for fun? Please, help me understand why four men with advantages decided to go fight for sport. ”

“That’s…. Not what happened,” Steve’s low, deep voice filled the room. Your head turned to him, shifting in his seat as his eyes finally met yours, “The trip part was true but I wouldn’t say the fight was for fun”

“Here comes the Golden boy,” Bucky quipped, chuckling afterwards.

“Enough Sergeant Barnes. You’ll just make your punishment worse than what it is. I’ll turn you into a more Golden Boy than Steve,” you spat, not even giving Bucky a second look as you keep your eyes on Steve. 

The room fell silent as Bucky slid a little in his seat, the brooding demeanor back as you continued your interrogating. “So what happened Captain Rogers? You don’t look so good in there either.”

“They really did start it ma’am. Sam wanted to show us his childhood home and we took the walk there just to take in the scenery. As we walked up the street, there were a large group of residents outside and they knew who we were.”

Your eyes, stay stuck on Steve, listening to him go into detail about what transpired that night. Each detail could be seen on the camera as clear as day. You just needed the verbal recollection of events.

“And then what Captain Rogers?”

“Tony made one of the guys mad because he wouldn’t give up his suit and… well I don’t want to say what the man said to Tony. It was bad”

For the first time throughout the meeting, Sam perked and said, “He called Tony a bitch ass daddy’s boy and then Tony swung.”

“SAM!!!” they all yelled as Sam slid down with the most widest grin on his face. 

“Snitch’n Sam at it again,” chuckled Bucky as he shook his head.

“Jesus Sam,” groaned Steve.

“I should have blew your legs off,” quipped Tony. 

You leaned back, rolling your eyes at each of them. But still, their stories matched with the video that you went over ten times before 9 AM today. They fucked up, Tony more than the others. You knew exactly how to deal with him and he wasn’t going to to like it one bit. 

He was the only one who didn’t have anything to say and he wasn’t going to be let off that easily. With the fold of your arms over your chest, you glared him down until his eyes met yours, “For a person who doesn’t know how to stop talking, Mr. Stark, you sure are quiet. What’s up?”

Tony rolled his eyes, breathing in before letting out a large sigh, “If I may defend myself here. It did escalate more than I wanted it to go. I mean can ya blame me? He was trying to take my suit!”

“I can see just fine Tony and he didn’t go near your suit or attempt to take it. Now what he said to you may not be right but… you have suit of armor! That you put on to fight. What would have happened if you really hurt someone. That then goes beyond my expertise.”

“Sorry mother…” Tony murmured under his breath. Not low enough because everyone heard it. 

It wasn’t the first or the last time that Tony called you that for chewing him out, but it was the tone he used that made a smile spread across your face, “Very cute. At least I wasn’t the one who fought and still got their suit taken. I wonder how they were able to do that?”

Stifled laughs could be heard from Sam and Bucky’s side, each holding in their laughter as the footage of different residents, taking pieces of Tony’s suit and running away played vividly. 

Bucky was the first to double over in laughter as Tony’s screams could be heard while the other three finished off their fighting. Steve gave you an apologetic look the more chaos ensued in the meeting. 

Your head was beginning to hurt and if you didn’t get out of these heels, someone was going to feel your wrath. 

“I’m glad that for some of you, this is amusing. Because It’s time to have my fun and hope you will laugh with me while I give your assignments on how to make it up to the public for your indiscretions.”

Silence fell over the room again as you slid all 4 of them their own Manila folder with separate tasks to win the public’s heart back. Sam was the first one to speak. 

“There is no way I’m doing this! Why do I have to do the clean up?! Tony was the one causing havoc!”

“Hey genius, we’re both doing the clean up so shut up”

“You shut up!” 

“No, You shut up”

“Both of you shut up!” you snapped, rubbing your temples slowly as they all read their briefing. 

The furrow on Steve’s eyebrows was evident as he read his tasks over and over, looking up at you over his folder, “Please don’t make me do this. I thought I was done with the infomercials,” he groaned, giving you his best puppy dog look. If it was just you and him, maybe you would have given in. But you couldn’t be moved. 

“And you can do just a few more. Next time don’t follow through with their shenanigans Captain Rogers,” amusement on your tongue as burst his bubble, chuckling when you heard Bucky’s sound of disgust. 

“Tell me why I have to fix some old stinky dusty boat?” he asked, leaning back as she threw his folder on the desk. 

You hummed happily, sitting up in your chair as you stared him down, “Because Sam’s sister asked for you since she said that Sam can’t fix crap”

“Hey!”

You threw your hands up in fake surrender, “Her words, not mine Mr. Wilson.”

Bucky smirked, sitting back up in his seat as she clapped Sam on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll take good care of your sister,” a smile spreading across his face as he sat back, swerving his chair to the left the moment he saw Sam reach back.

With everyone knowing their punishments, you were entirely ready for this meeting to be over, “Is everyone fine with what they need to do but their assigned deadlines?” the room was filled with different version of yes and that was good enough for you. 

You ended the meeting, wanting nothing to do with any of them as you worked on keeping the said video off the internet and issuing apologies on each one of their social media sites. 

In true Bucky fashion, he sent you a quick test, stating that he wasn’t actually sorry. Which you replied with and eye roll emoji before packing up your things to go home with. 

A knock got your attention as you saw Steve in his civilian clothes, holding a beautiful arrangement of roses in your favorite color. Information that Steve didn’t or shouldn’t know about. 

“Trying to butter me up Captain Rogers?” you ask, standing by your desk as you stared at him from the threshold of the door. He cleared his throat, softly clutching the bouquet in his hand, “N-no ma’am. I’m a man of my word and I’ll make things right. These are for you. For causing you stress on your favorite day. May I?”

Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth opened up and closed again, ushering him in, “How did you… Know that?” amazement on your tongue as she placed the vase on your desk. 

Steve placed his hands in pocket of his jeans, his height well over half of yours as she stared down at you and shrugged, “You always wear pink on Monday’s and your favorite coffee mug is pink. Just something I paid attention to…”

A smile played at your lips as you stared at the almost timid man before you. He was nervous and it was all because of you? Couldn’t be. 

You place the handle of your purse over your shoulder, picking up the vase in your other arm and walk towards him, still having a good space between you two, “I like your attention to detail Captain Rogers…”

“Steve… you can call me Steve.”

His permission to call you his personal name made you smile, causing you to stand in silence before speaking, letting his name play on your tongue, “Steve… nice eye” your voice low was you brush past him, and out the door, leaving him to have the start of reddening cheeks. 

Steve stood there for a moment, watching you walk away as she made sure you were gone before leaving. He closes your door, only to be startled by Sam and Bucky waiting outside. 

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as she looked at Steve, “You didn’t ask her yet did you?”

“Come on man, you know he didn’t,” snickered Sam. 

They both laughed with each other as Steve rolled his eyes, looking back before a smile played at his lips, “No. But, she did call me Steve…”

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[cursemewithyourkiss]

Love what they've done with the Interview with the Vampire series so far but if they pick the wrong music for rockstar Lestat I will not fucking hesitate

#i saw a post suggesting taylor swift. fucking hell what the fuck is wrong with you #the ONLY recent song that is right for waking him up is the foundations of decay #but really i want 80s gothic rock pr new wave or something. new wave is usually not loud enpugh though... #maneskin im hearing a lot and the outfits are neat but the music just isnt it for lestat sorry #i like their italian songs ive heard!! but the english ones feel soo unimaginative #the vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #fuck off me

[basingstokemercury]

Someday I will make a By Inferno's Light closeup compilation (not now am desperately trying to get rid of headache)

#sparkling eyes help a little bit #but I need more endorphins #pr something #apparently headache makes me lose my neuroscience knowledge #the julian bashir chronicles #space station squad

[fictionadventurer]

ok not exactly a classic but Letzenstein Chronicles + modern au?

Con was angrier than Catherine had ever seen him. "Punching a policeman, Raf?"

"If you would just let me explain--"

"I'm done listening to explanations. The video's already gone viral. Julius is doing everything he can to undermine my reign, and you've just handed him video evidence that you're a violent radical. I can't protect you anymore. You're going to have to face the consequences--the full consequences--on your own."

Con stormed away, leaving Raf looking absolutely devastated.

#answered asks #three sentence fic #the letzenstein chronicles #brambleberrycottage #this was such a fun one! #i was going to look back and try to parallel the details of the scene more #but is *is* only a three-ish-sentence fic and this gets the gist across well enough for the 2.5 of us in the fandom #as in canon i imagine con relents pretty quickly but the fallout's probably a lot more severe on a pr level

[pallases]

oh my goddd im so stressed i can’t FOCUS on anything

#i should be practicing. i should be practicing. i should be pr #personal #the engineering chronicles #now im scared that if i fail the final i’ll fail the class bc that was the policy for my cad class last semester and for the most part the #fundamental engineering classes’ syllabi seem to be pretty identical to each other and i can’t find smth in this class’s syllabus saying #that but. AAAA #also scared that i will forget the order of thread notes/the differences between metric ones and ones for inches #i want to go home already im tired of this i want to be done 😭 #if i wind up having to retake this class next semester i will cry. not bc i won’t be able to fit it into my schedule or bc it will be #difficult the second time around (ESPECIALLY w a different professor since mine is like. notoriously the strictest in the department) but bc #it will be an enormous waste of time and a horrible blow to my pride lol #there is just sooo much that could go wrong on this final also still terrified that they will throw an insanely complicated thing in there #for a section and/or aux view #i haven’t been able to talk to any of my family members like all week either i feel like im going to explode

[glittter-vamp]

We need the #cousinchronicles 😂

Haha! So far we went out last night and we lost one in Old San Juan for an hour 😂

#asks #cousin chronicles #PR blogging

[formulafics]

★ THE JPG CHRONICLES | PART 4

Scenario: in which the grid and fan favorite mclaren reserve driver opens a jpg account, but it isn’t what was expected. this time around, yn ln finally reveals who her boyfriend is.

Pairing: f1 grid x fem!reader

A/N: guys, we’ve made it to the last part of the jpg chronicles. i just want to thank everyone who’s followed along with this and i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻 also paying homage to the pink and orange theme since all of the other parts use that!

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

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yn.jpg VEGAS BABY ‼️ mom (my pr manager) said i can’t say what i want to say about the race. she also said if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all…so anyways vegas is pretty cool race aside 🥰

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yn.jpg shoutout to @/logansargeant for his first appearance on this account!

⤷ logansargeant thank you yn

⤷ yn.jpg your welcome!!

landonorris caption is real

norrisnation yn speaking for the lando girlies (gn) once again

rizzciardo LMFAO REFERRING TO YOUR PR MANAGER AS MOM

⤷ yn.jpg she is mother

alphatauritaurialpha yn this isn’t a bf reveal :/

⤷ yn.jpg babe i promise the bf reveal is coming. i have plans for it

⤷ piastrispastry YOU GOT CALLED BABE BY YN YOU WIN AT LIFE

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racing.news sources say yn ln is ‘in trouble’ with mclaren team principal due to her second instagram account where she is notorious for posting funny pictures of her coworkers.

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norrisnation so this is why she’s delaying the bf reveal

ynln.official HELP???? IM NOT IN TROUBLE WHAT 😭

mickshumacher @/ynln.official 😳

⤷ ynln.official mick do not feed into this madness you’re better than that

⤷ sunnyshumacher mick and yn may not be dating but i love their friendship so much LMAO

landonorris im crying this is so funny

⤷ ynln.official of course you’re here

mclaren can’t take her anywhere 🫣

⤷ ynln.official ENOUGH

rizzciardo YN IN THE COMMENTS IS SENDING ME THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yn.jpg home is wherever he is. ❤️

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yukitsunoda0511 i love you ❤️

⤷ yn.jpg I LOVE YOU

landonorris the day has finally come 🙏🏻

⤷ yn.jpg stfu

fernandoalo_official 👍

⤷ yn.jpg dad approved. thank you nando

norrisnation ARE WE OFFICIALLY GETTING THE BF REVEAL? IS THIS THE REVEAL? IM GOING INSANE

yukitauri WAR IS OVER

yukitauri MY BABIES IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW

yukitauri ALSO MY PARENTS ‼️ MY PARENTS ONLY BC YALL ARE HATERS

yukitauri THROWING UP RIPPING MY HAIR OUT YN IT IS A DAMN TUESDAY YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME RIGHT NOW

rizzciardo i expect an increase in content of them. i need it

formulatsunoda ykw i’ll be so honest i did NOT expect it to be yuki but im not mad 🤭

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yn.jpg back to our regularly scheduled program 😼

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yn.jpg i am @/fernandoalo_official btw and he is @/ynln.official. he’s just a silly teenage-ish girl

⤷ dreamyalbon YN PLEASE WHAT 😭

⤷ fernandolandoland okay but her relationship with fernando is so wholesome she rlly is his grid child

alex_albon nurse, she’s out again

⤷ yn.jpg 🤺

maxfewtrell this account is my roman empire

⤷ oscarpiastri same mate

maxsupermax we are so back

yukitauri idk about yall but i won’t be moving on from the bf reveal that is my home

yn.jpg @/schecoperez not commenting = hater 😿

thank you for reading! all feedback is appreciated — dae <3

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[xyztrio721]

Happy 2-year anniversary to this Tweet from Nintendo of Europe.

#xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles #I’m still confused about this tweet #like… is that a threat Nintendo of Europe? #It’s crazy how most of the European Nintendo Twitter accounts were like “it’s summertime!” #or “admit it you’ve done this at least once” #and then Nintendo of Europe comes in and puts a gun to our heads with this tweet #I would like to know if the PR rep. who made this tweet was okay when they made it

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Steph the Alter Nerd is reading Omid’s new book.

Following the live read:

I joined late so Steph was already reading. She was starting the Sophie section. Seriously, why pick on Sophie who just puts her head down and focuses on work? That’s strikes me as unnecessarily vile.

Omid apparently thinks Charles hasn’t modernized the monarchy. Dude is an environmental icon and we now have a blended family in BP. That may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but you can’t deny that it’s modern.

Apparently Omid writes pages and pages about Charles’ “leaky pen” incident. It’s just a pen, Omid. Omid thinks this means Charles may not be up to the job, lololol. I’m dying. Mind you, Omid worships Harry who stripped in Vegas, wore a Nazi uniform, and called his fellow soldiers names. But yes, the leaky pen is far more significant than all that, somehow.

Really boring part about government stuff. Charles negotiates and reaches compromises with the government and that’s apparently bad? Also, Charles didn’t know what to expect after he became King??? Lolololol.

Charles lost sympathy for the Harkles after the documentary. Well, duh. We all did, Omid. That documentary was a huge own goal.

He blames the Royal Family for the documentary’s melodrama? Seriously? Who was crying on Oprah? Who was crying in a rented Vancouver mansion with her head wrapped in a towel? Who dropped hot, salty tears on her Hermes blanket? That’s the person responsible for the melodrama.

Anne supposedly kicked them out of Frogmore. I suspect this is fanfiction, but I love it. I want it to be true. This is my headcanon now.

And I do thin fanfiction is the right term for this book. The BRF is super popular right now so the book thesis itself (that the BRF is in trouble) is pretty fantastical.

This book seems very, very boring. Omid seems to be desperately trying to argue that Charles’ first year went badly, but that’s just not reality. Omid used to be better at spinning than this.

Make the Royals Great Again? Uh, that was done in 2011. Everything we are seeing now was planted way back then, down to Kate’s leafy crown. There’s a general lack of both self-awareness and historical awareness in this book. Omid writes like someone who first became a “royal reporter” in 2016…which is exactly what he is. Too bad, because I do think there’s an interesting analysis that could be made regarding 2023 and it’s place in royal pr. That’s above Omid’s pay grade though.

Lol, Omid discusses UK politics and it’s every bit as much of a disaster as one would expect. Stick to gossip, Omid.

Ok, Steph’s hydrating, so let’s step back for a minute and recall what this book was supposed to be. This was to be “Finding Freedom 2.0,” a chronicle of the Harkle post-Megxit success story. The publishers clearly didn’t like that and they made Omid write a book about the family as a whole. That’s because there was no Harkle success story and the publisher didn’t think another Harkle book would sell. Unfortunately, Omid is a Harkle specialist. He can’t write a book about the family (let alone successfully argue for its imminent demise). He simply doesn’t know enough.

Back to Steph. We’re now in Harry’s military service? Er, why? We jumped from 2023 to 2016 and now to the Afghanistan War?

I agree with Steph that Omid’s trying to associate the royals with MAGA and I can’t even articulate how stupid that is. Completely different countries, completely different cultures, completely different iconography. Just doesn’t work.

Now we’re at the Coronation Concert? The royals are in trouble because Elton wasn’t at the concert! Lolololol. The Harkle bubble is out of this world. Basically, if their inner circle wasn’t centered (Oprah, Elton, Omid, etc…), it’s because of a MAGA conspiracy that will bring the royals down.

Something, something throne. Charles looked awkward again. Constitutional crisis!

I feel like I’m grading student briefs. There’s a way to argue this and there is evidence you can cite for this argument, but this isn’t it. You shouldn’t write pages and pages about a leaky pen and then minimize the bags of charity money as “perception.” You should start with the bags of charity money then use the leaky pen to bolster the “perception” argument.

Another disagreement with the government. Aargh! That should be lumped together with the other arguments with the government. Or it shouldn’t be mentioned at all. You’re arguing that Charles is and old-fashioned idiot who is not a good king, so why make him look like someone who is aware of current social issues and engaged with his government?

Racism. Finally! No wait, it’s boring.

Charles had an affair with Camilla. Lol, that’s not exactly news, love. The time jumping is driving me nuts.

Took a break to let the dog out and now we’re in Andrew’s interview. Of course we are.

Will exiled Andrew. I hope this is true. Wait, that’s the famous “power struggle”? Andrew??? I don’t think that’s a power struggle. That’s just Charles passing the buck.

Oh, lord. More Andrew. That’s it. I’m going to bed. I’ll tune back tomorrow.

[valyrfia]

hi i came here from thearchercore where they said that you think there seem to be friendship cliques forming around the paddock as of late like carlando vs. lestappen. i've seen these divides between fans but what makes you think there's also that divide between drivers?

I wouldn't call them friendship cliques. More....workplace alliances regarding the way F1 is going and the way F1 should go.

(Full disclaimer. This is a theory of grid dynamics that's been brewing for a little while in my head and I've only really bounced it off people in dms so far, so feel free to critique or refine it.)

Now, why would these two camps clash? Apart from interpersonal reasons (power struggles at any of the teams for example, I think any of the drivers listed racing or PR would resent being labelled as the team's n2 driver), F1 itself as a sport is at a crossroads. We're seeing the obvious effect of DTS in popularising the sport and making these athletes world-famous. In the past, only the world champions really became world-renowned. Now, most drivers are massive social media stars, or even proper A-list celebrities in their own right (Daniel at the Met Gala, for example). This one one hand is brilliant for the sport, because it brings more attention and eyes, and F1 becomes far more popular than it ever has been in the past. Liberty media especially is fond of this, as it brings in more profit for them.

However, in a lot of ways quintessential aspects of racing are lost via appealing to the masses. We see this in the removal of traditional purpose-built tracks in the calendar to make way for street races, in team line ups prioritising the PR-friendliness of a driver much more than before. The question of can the individual personalities of these drivers be sold is now a much bigger factor when considering a line up now than it was even ten years ago.

Since the question of racing vs. PR is raging in F1 in general right now, I think there's natural battle lines being drawn up in the paddock at the moment, that seem to fall along drivers which prioritise racing results over PR, and drivers that rely on PR/sponsors to boost their image without the racing results to necessarily back it up. Let's call them the racing clique vs. the PR clique for simplification.

Furthermore, I think these battlelines are drawn between teammates more often than not. So for example, I'd say Oscar tends to fall into the racing clique, Lando the PR clique (because let's be frank, his level of hype in British media especially WITHOUT a grand prix win is a little ridiculous). Likewise, if we consider our once and future RBR teammate pair, Max is the racing, Daniel the PR.

Ferrari is a little trickier because Charles is a PR mastermind and plays the PR game well in order to manipulate public perception about him. However, I will say that above all Charles has a fair estimation of his own abilities, an incredible racing IQ, and a sharp hunger to win that shines through despite the scrupulous Ferrari PR training (lest we forget the origin of the Il Predestinato name). For this reason, I think I place him in the racing camp. Considering the way that the Sainz camp uses leaks, well-timed sympathy posts, and Carlando to boost the public perception of Carlos's racing ability, I would place Carlos in the PR camp.

There are also other natural flash tensions between these people, but from Lando and Daniel distancing themselves from Max post his Vegas derogatory comments (@tsarinablogs has written some good thinkpieces on this), to the Ferrari civil war (as currently being chronicled by @thearchercore, along with some pretty good evidence as to McLaren trying to copy Ferrari's contract renewal hype, which further puts Lando and Charles into conflict). I don't think the happy go lucky Landoscar dynamic will survive McLaren being a competitive car, especially if Oscar wins a grand prix before Oscar.

There are faultlines and flashpoints forming in the paddock, and I think that especially with the incoming silly season, this question of PR vs. racing when picking drivers will be thrown into haut relief and that'll serve to only heighten the natural and/or pre-existing tensions between these two different groups of people.

#hope that makes sense #asks #anon #paddock civil war 2024 #it's not really lestappen vs. carlando as such and i kinda want to move away from that shorthand #because i think max and charles fall into one camp and lando and carlos the other but please let's not frame it as a shipping war #or a fan war #it's natural workplace alliances #i know this website lmao #let's not spin it that way

[sgiandubh]

Belfast: not your average working-class drama

So, yes: as promised, I watched Belfast last night, until the wee hours of the next morning. And I have to immediately add I do not feel the need for a re-watch. As usually, I shall not insist more than necessary on the storyline and focus instead on the raw impressions I am taking home with me.

It was a strange experience, given all the huffing and puffing and hype and backstage context, inevitably involving C. And I defy any OL fan to watch and process it otherwise: the circus was what it was, at its time, Vanity Fair major PR blunder included. Whether you are a hardcore Balfe Nation stan or a shipper, that bias is there, looming over your screen as you try and get into the magic of it. An ambitious and, at least for me, unfulfilled goal.

The storyline is personal, in a cinematic niche that screams for political statements, peppered with psychological heaviness and guerilla brutality. The Guardian's Peter Bradshaw spoke in his chronicle about an 'euphoric eulogy' (https://www.theguardian.com/film/2021/oct/12/belfast-review-kenneth-branagh-jamie-dornan-judi-dench), where the NYT's Jeannette Catsoulis saw ' grit and glamour stroll hand-in-hand' (https://www.nytimes.com/2021/11/11/movies/belfast-review.html), with a marked, delighted nod to C's performance as Ma. So yes, we inevitably deal with 'rose-tinted glasses' and 'softened edges', in this nostalgic, elegantly shot coming of age plot. The aesthetic is there, with a black& white sleek filming choice that makes everything so dense at times, you simply have to hit pause and let it sink in. It is, I suspect, Branagh's nod to Truffaut and his Antoine Doinel five movie cycle, starting with Les Quatre Cents Coups (The 400 Blows, but this is an inept translation of an idiom that means 'to break havoc'), another coming-of-age working class story set in Paris during the Fifties and also shot in black and white. A clever choice that allows the audience to focus on the dialogues, without any other distraction. And ultimately, a statement that also heavily drags you by your coat's button: "hey, there, I am an independent, intellectual movie featuring beautiful people amid hardship: wanna be friends?"

Being totally impervious to the Fifty Shades of Grey charm allowed me to focus on C's performance and I have to immediately say I found it elegant, clever and endearing. And also immediately add that I still have no clue about how the hell she managed to drag all her Claire Fraser mannerisms, all the way from Inverness to Belfast and 1743 to 1969 (another important year for OL, as we all know, and that coincidence made me grin). I loved (loved-loved-loved) the broken plates' scene, but in all fairness, was it that different from the moment she slaps Laoghaire in Castle Leoch's kitchen? But I truly resonated with the tiny moments when we see her really struggling to make sense out of the Inland Revenue string of letters and find a solution to a very clear family conundrum, with the result that we all know, I suppose, by now. So yes, Mrs. Balfe: portraying strong, honest, salt of the Earth women absolutely suits you and I'd love to see more of it in the future, if only perhaps with a different, more realistic angle.

So the real question I bet you're all waiting for me to answer is this: was it an Oscar-worthy performance? Sadly, my answer is no (no matter how deep I would like it to be otherwise - and I swear I did and I do). And it's #silly and very unfair to her, I know, since it has to deal, in my humble opinion with the script's own limitations and the complete failure to find a balance between the child's gaze and the mother's presence. As the script and storyline go, Belfast is Jude Hill's movie and it is to him I would have given the Oscar. Not Judi Dench, whom I love dearly and whose voice is the most beautiful, rich, intelligent movie voice ever to have graced this Earth. She didn't need just another trinket of Hollywood affection for what is a correct, but over all forgettable performance, unlike Ciaran Hinds'. Who was simply extraordinary and that's all I can say: I am in love, and when I fall in love, I shut up - not babble on blogs.

Would I recommend it? I don't know. I mean, it's Branagh, and to be honest, I don't hold the man in great esteem. I think his reputation as the neo-Laurence Olivier is way OTT and I am also deeply amused by his pretense to be an intellectual luminary among the glitterati, when he obviously is not. But, as always, this is just me and my very clear-cut opinions. You don't have to follow them or even believe me and as always, it's just better to go see for yourself. With this caveat: don't expect too much out of it and you should probably be fine and satisfied.

I sure was very pleased to watch this nugget, my favorite scene in all the movie, to be honest. It's got perfect sarcasm and all the poetry one can find looking at Cartier-Bresson's delicate photographs of schoolchildren waiting for the lesson to end and life to truly start anew:

#Youtube

[copperbadge]

Watching Twitter implode, as an outsider who has hated Twitter for an extremely long time, is absolutely fascinating. I had a twitter account, now deleted, which I checked about once a month and posted to every few years, usually in a vain attempt to acclimate myself to a system I felt was hostile to any method of communication I was capable of. For about a year now even checking my notifications has been pointless, since I was quoted in a tweet by some corporate account that the spambots got hold of; literally all I saw in my notifications for a very long time was ads for various things attached to my name, retweeting that fucking train quote.  

I understand the importance of twitter particularly in uplifting marginalized voices and chronicling major historical events in first-person witness accounts; I know people personally whose small businesses are absolutely fucked because they depended on twitter for almost all their PR and a vast portion of their sales, and that truly sucks. It’s easy to glibly say “and nothing of value was lost” but a lot of value is being lost. 

But I also just hated everything about trying to use twitter. I can understand its importance and still hate it. I also don’t like the Mountain Goats even though they are vitally important to the emotional stability of like, half the people I know. 

The upshot of this is that I eventually had only a dim understanding of the way twitter culture evolved, since I wouldn’t go near it with protective gear on. So I was absolutely dumbfounded to read articles about the Verification badge being put up for sale and to see people saying, “Well, if Twitter’s no longer trustworthy, why be there?”

It blew my mind to realize that in introducing verification in the first place, Twitter had given its entire userbase explicit permission to abandon critical thought when they saw that alluring blue bird. Because twitter verified people, it seems a huge number of users thought they didn’t need to question anything on the site and, because of the way most social media works, the site also quickly became a series of personal filter bubbles. 

It makes the last few years make sense, in a weird way -- it’s not just that a massive chunk of culture abandoned critical thought, it’s that they were told that was okay to do, every day, every time their eyes hit the site. And Twitter is structured to offer diminishing returns on a hard dopamine hit, so a lot of people were on it a lot. I’m not throwing stones -- I’m physiologically constantly a quart low on dopamine, so I’m on Tumblr for much the same reason. And I’m not saying that anyone who is Chronically On Twitter has no critical thinking skills. But I am saying that it appears the vast majority of people who let their online critical thinking skills go slack did so because Twitter said it was okay. Twitter said, we’ll do the questioning for you. 

(Watching Twitter implode as someone familiar with the psychology of D/s relationships is....also fascinating.) 

The coverage of the Lilly tweet in particular is interesting in relation to this because it doesn’t seem like anyone is asking who made the tweet. Perhaps there’s no way to find out, but I don’t even see threats or attempts. Eli Lilly is suing Twitter and doesn’t seem even inclined to ask about the human who did it; nobody at Twitter, to my knowledge, has vowed to find and punish the perpetrator, which is hilarious given what Musk clearly wants to do to the people mocking him personally. No major media outlets seem interested in reporting on people discussing the question, let alone asking the question themselves, which indicates to me that nobody’s gone looking. If people are asking, they are not asking loudly or visibly. 

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t want us to find the person who tanked Eli Lilly stocks en route to reopening the discussion about price-gouging in the healthcare field. I wish there was a way to buy them a beer and/or a vial of insulin. But the fact that nobody seems to even be asking the question is weird -- until you remember it’s twitter, and nobody asks questions when it comes to twitter. Why would you? Twitter does the asking. 

And absolutely vitally -- where the fuck is Donald Trump? 

(Questions you never think you’ll ask.) 

Elon Musk promised to reinstate him; even if you claim staffing issues, he’s managed to kill all advertising on the site and switch off two-factor authentication, but he couldn’t flip the switch on Trump’s twitter account? Or personally offer him a new one under the aegis of the freest of speeches? Less than a day ago Trump was still trying to get the courts to give him his bluebird back. I don’t want him back on twitter, lord knows, but I’m perplexed that he’s not, because that was part of the package deal Musk was pitching. 

It’s almost like Musk knows what the bridge too far is. And nobody is asking about that either.

I hope people who come here from twitter find joy here. I hope the ship of twitter is righted so that my friends who love it can go back to it, so that the artists and writers I know can get back a vital tool for their creative self-support and the activists I know can regain a great tool for effective organizing. Twitter is a huge part of the cultural landscape and I hope it ends up okay, and I hope the staff still there can get some rest. 

But I also hope that this sharp cultural shock has been a reminder that letting someone else ask the questions means letting someone else control what answers you get.

[bitchlessdino]

Helllooo, it's been a while since I've last graced your asks with my nasty thoughts 😂 I'm going back to the loml, Joshua, with this ask.

So there's a video of him going around saying "kaya mo yan, baby" and "you can do it, baby". Now the latter message is what I'm so obsess with because of HOW HE SAYS IT.

IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA. LIKE I KNOW HE'S A GENTLEMAN BUT JUST IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA.

You're shaking and your mind is no longer in the right place because of the fact that it has been your third time finishing for the night and it seems like Joshua doesn't have any plans on ending it there. You try to close your legs but Joshua uses both of his hands to keep them open. Before he brings his face close to your heat, he meets your eyes and says, "one last round. you can do it, baby."

Pairing: joshua x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 950

Tags: e2l, perfect joshua, reporter!reader, oral (recieving), mean joshua, drabble

author note: hi im so tired, idk what i wrote, i was in a horny daze

Joshua knows how people see him. He donates to charity, is a spokesperson for his community’s youth, and damn well the most eligible bachelor for anyone’s child. He’s a role model in his community and perfect in bystanders' eyes. There isn’t an apparent thing wrong with him on paper. You thought that at first too, until you realized that facade that is.

You learned quickly that he loves to put on a show. He lets others see a side of him more appealing, family-friendly to put it in simple terms. It was when he got you alone he was someone else entirely different. He’s far from the rumors or what the local news stations report behind closed doors. 

You would know being a low-scale town reporter, writing for one of the least popular chronicles around in these parts. Whether it was regarding the local dumpster fire of a diner’s rat infestation, or city hall’s totalitarianism in the works, you’d catch it with a flash of your camera or the scribble of your notepad. This week's latest was Joshua Hong: the town’s golden child. Well, he is not the golden child everyone believes him to be; you found that out rather quickly.

“That can’t be all you got.”

You were panting against the bed frame, forearm over your sweaty forehead and closed eyes in exhaustion, trying to recover from the several hours of exerting yourself in his submission. “S-shua, I can’t.”

“That’s not what you said when you said you’d beat me under any and all circumstances.”

That was your mistake for thinking you’d be right.

You took the first steps in gathering evidence, anything to point in the right direction. You thought you found it until he trailed after it. When you pushed, he pulled. When you took the road less traveled, he followed. He was somehow always a step ahead of you, and you despised him for it. He was playing dirty somehow, you felt it in your gut. He to have heard of your investigation. That meant he had eyes everywhere. It’s what kept him afloat.

“I overheard your convo with your little reporter buddies at Blueberry House Cafe yesterday. Is your pathetic little column embarrassing enough?”

He confronted your lurking finally at some point, given you took your time and energy to make it all the way to his house in doing so, and willingly let you inside strange enough. You clutch the messenger on your shoulder, staring at him straight on, breaking a bad sweat. He returns your glare, not so much of resentment or disdain, but almost one of interest. 

You scoffed. “Yeah, then you also heard I hate your fucking guts.”

Being caught in the act didn't mean you’d back down, it mean you had to push harder.

“Well,” he trods to you methodically, staring down at you with unadulterated confidence, and leveling your gazes as he presses you up against the wall behind you. His breath was warm and candy apple scented, too tempting to ignore, “I’m about to rearrange your guts right now.”

You take a beat, falling back on the wall with matching the aloofness he exudes. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Anything as long as it gets you begging for my mercy.” He deeply chuckles under his breath.

You should’ve been scared by the fact you were so close, infamous murderer or sex fiend, he could be on the news for something nefarious thanks to you. However, you succumb to your own internally hormonal desires, taking on the challenge of the very man you promise to expose.

“Then I’ll have it be under any and all circumstances that I’ll overcome it. Overcome you.”

“Baby…Cumming is all that you’ll be doing.”

And here you were eating your words and swallowing down his.

The man eats like a common animal, lapping up every drop in sight, coating his thick and wet tongue in your arousal skillfully. It made you clench your legs in desperation, begging for a minute of rest after he unwillingly retracts himself from you, his name burning on your tongue. He takes all the strength of his arms to pry you open, his girthy fingers and palms on either thigh to pull you apart.

Your throat runs dry, digging the back of your head into his pillows. “Three times,” you’d repeat.

“And what’s one more? Or two? Or five?” he chuckles to himself.

You whine, having hardly the energy to resist his advances. He grips you still, his face so close to your tired heat, that he basks in its familiarity, your release still fresh and seeping out of you like ambrosia. He meets your eyes, insatiably hungry. 

"One last round. You can do it, baby."

Before you can fight it on its own last time, his tongue hits the taste of your warmth once more, dragging it in stripes, and sucking down your clit like he would a straw. Your fatigue eyes flutter and your voice soon embarrassingly relentless, moaning from the top of your lungs. His lips then attach to your core, blurring the boundaries of his mouth and your pussy, ultimately becoming one.

You wretchedly squirm in the process of your overstimulation, your stomach practically churning like a hot pot while your heart pounded in your ears. He loops his arms around your legs, and squeezes your thighs between his biceps, digging his tongue deep and flicking faster inside you. His ears perk at your violent groans, languidly moving his mouth to see how much louder you can really get, getting you to regret ever doubting him, ever underestimating.

“Have..mercy…” You gasp.

“That’s right,” He whispers tauntingly in your heat, “You’re at my mercy.”

#joshua smut #hong jisoo smut #seventeen smut #hong joshua smut #seventeen joshua #seventeen #joshua hong #hong joshua #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen jisoo #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #hong joshua x reader

[pinkacademic]

Studying Language

Sorry I've been rather inactive, I'm slowly trying to get back into the swing of things!

This is something I’m actually qualified to talk about! I speak three languages fluently, albeit in need of a little practise, and I’m learning one more currently, with one on pause due to time constraints. Nevertheless, I feel pretty confident in my information lol. I’m also a qualified TEFL teacher and have worked abroad teaching English!

Full immersion is the best option. The best thing you can do is spend your time in a country that speaks your target language and force yourself to learn, once you have the “Hello,” “Goodbye,” “Where is the bathroom?” all mastered. In Ireland, there are places called Gaeltachtanna where you go for different lengths of time depending on the course and live in a town speaking exclusively Irish, usually staying with an Irish-speaking family, and going to classes for the language and for games and dances. Of course, that’s not an accesible option for everyone, so you could try going to places like your nearest Asian market, Eastern European market etc, and any areas in your city with a lot of immigrants that might speak your target language. If you have friends who speak that language, natively or just to a better level than you, ask to meet them for coffee and chat as much as you can in your language.

Immersion Part Two: Culture. The people who speak your target language natively do so not just becaus that’s the place in which they exist, but because that’s the place that they live- they get their groceries there, they go to school there, and their language developed because of the day-to-day, as well as unique aspects of their culture such as dances, music, and especially food. Learn about the culture of the country or countries that speak your target language. Eg, fold a paper crane or eat sushi if your language of choice is Japanese, watch an telenovela or go to a salsa class if your goal is to learn Spanish.

Watch TV shows in your Target Language. If you can’t access the locations, and even if you can, watching TV or movies is great because it’ll help you understand the cadences of natural speech that you can’t get from a textbook or formal class situation. Start with movies you might be familiar with like Disney movies (I will die on the hill of “Mother knows Best” from Tangled is better in Spanish). You can also combine your subtitles and audio, using subtitles in your own language at first, and challenge yourself to changing the subtitle.

Similar to the above points, use YouTube or Twitch to your advantage too. That’s probably a lot easier if your target language is English, but there are creators that speak in their non-English native language too. My friend watches a Mexican Minecraft YouTuber called Quackity who has a Minecraft server modded to feature a live translator between Spanish and English, which is very cool.

Read books in your Target Language. We don’t love The Chronicles of the Boy Wizard in this house, but the books are available in 85 languages. The Hobbit also has a tonne including Cornish, Thai, and Ukranian, and Twilight has about 37 translations, just to list a few well-known examples. Learn especially about books written originally in your target language.

Consume Media Originally from the Country or Countries that Speak that Language. Read the Witcher, watch Física o Química, join the dubbed vs subbed anime bloodbath. It can be so beneficial to your understanding of a language to see how those who speak it write it themselves, not just for localisation purposes. It can especially be useful for slang and dialects.

Duolingo and other apps. I’m swiftly approaching my 365 day duolingo streak,* and I fully intend to celebrate with pierogis and a green cake. But there are other options out there, and all of them are great for beginners. I can only speak about Duolingo as its the one I use, but I’m having a lot of fun with the layout of it. However, I do need real practice if I’m going to become actually fluent.

That’s it! I hope this has been helpful!

*I've surpassed it since writing this!! I'm at 400+!!

#pink academia #pink #academia #pink academic #pink academia masterpost project #studyblr #langblr

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 26 - ‘You’re Mine’

You sat at the kitchen island in your house and you felt like your eyes were going to close. You felt so bored. They would start to flutter and Trent would press a kiss to your temple in an attempt to keep you awake. There were so many logistics with these types of things it was exhausting but it was important so you tried to listen your best leaning your head onto Trent’s arm for stability. Tyler talked and talked calling lawyers, PR, the club, it took ages but you were really involved in this one. In fact, this media blitz was pretty much only about you, it actually barely involved Trent, he was collateral damage, Tyler was only being nice and helping you and to be honest you were so grateful he was. The British media pumped out articles profiling you, deep diving into your relationship, digging into your past. You wondered what Trent thought about all the headlines.

‘Y/N L/N is Mrs.Merseyside; Meet The American Dating The Liverpool Star’

‘Meet American Beauty Y/N; Trent Alexander-Arnold’s Long Term Girlfriend Finally Revealed’

‘Liverpool Love Story; A Look into Trent Alexander-Arnold’s Relationship’

‘All The Things You Need to Know About Liverpool’s It Couple’

‘International Romance; Everything About The American Dating The English Right Back’

The articles were filled with screenshots of your recently exposed Instagram feed’s posts and stories. Nothing was inherently bad but it was your personal life being publicized. It was hard not to feel like every pore of yours wasn’t being scrutinized. Photos of you plastered across the internet chronicling your entire relationship. A video of Trent blowing his standard kiss to you at Anfield was profiled as ‘An Inside Look at Trent Alexander-Arnold’s PreMatch Ritual,’ singing in the car with Marcel was turned into ‘Every Song Y/N L/N Has Been Listening To,’ photos holding hands with Trent at dinners made into a gallery of ‘Where WAGs Eat in Liverpool,’ gifts he had given you compiled into guides ‘Shop the gifts Liverpool FC’s girlfriend’s have been loving.’ It all was harmless content and just normal life to you but people were fascinated seeing the inside. Some storylines though caused more of a stir than others. It was last summer when you laid out in the back garden in a tiny pink bikini, Trent was outside as well with a trainer of his doing some workouts. During a break, he jogged over to you laying his head on your ass. Your eyebrows raised and you turned your head with a smirk trying to look back knowing it was him.

“Excuse me?!?” You feigned annoyance feeling the stubble of his facial hair on your barely covered ass.

“You look so good, baby. It’s distracting…” he cooed. You picked up your phone and turned the camera to yourself so you could see him more. Enamored with the image, you took a video. You could see the top half of your face, the backside of your body, and Trent’s beautiful smiling face pressed against you. He looked up and clocked the camera on him so in true form he decided to be annoying and bit onto your ass cheek jokingly.

“Hello!?” You yelped. “Leave me alone… go back to your work out!” You yelled, wiggling a little giggling. He just laughed and kissed the skin he bit before getting back up. You posted the video on your story with text ‘lfc please come get your man he’s starting to bother me.’

Another headline: ‘Summer Snack; Trent Alexander-Arnold got cheeky during his last Summer holiday’ Some people thought it was crude, others thought it was cute, regardless it was people seeing real glimpses into your life at home. Although it wasn’t just your life that seemed to have a magnifying glass on it. The media found what your dad did for work, your sister’s instagram, your university, your moms friends… It felt like a full investigation of you all in an effort to get closer to Trent.

You opened your phone and pulled up your Instagram and looked at the new number of followers you were so unfamiliar with. You were shocked at the amount of people that had seen your face, that had read your name, that were able to scroll back to 2020 when you posted that stupid picture of you and Lauren on Holiday now.

“The big question is what you want to do about it…” Tyler looked at you with a sly smile, a little excited to see what you were going to say.

“Yeah, baby. What are ya thinking?” Trent asked you lacing his fingers with yours before picking your hand up with his to press a kiss to the back of it. You bit your smile about his affection back not loving the brothers keen interest levels.

“What are my options?” You hushly asked, a little shy. Tyler explained to you that either you could just keep the account private, you could make it public again, or you could delete the profile, and a few other choices. You thought for a minute about what you wanted but stared down at your pale pink manicured nails, your ‘TAA’ ring, swiping through your feed. You smiled seeing a picture you posted of Anfield after your first visit you thought was subtle at the time but was now being dug up as ‘evidence’ to timestamp the beginning of your relationship. The slightly amusing thing was you had posted images of trips to Liverpool before you had taken with your dad so people were very confused, it made you laugh a little. It reminded you though how at the end of the day it was still your life. “I think I want to just make it public again.” You turned your head to Trent. His face was a little shocked but his mouth started to pull into a soft smile. Tyler rolled his bottom lip intrigued but indifferent.

“Well… okay then, public it is. Sound.” He laughed a little and you smiled at him. You would have to be a little bit more conscientious now when posting but you were okay with that. Trent was giving you a full grin now. You combed through the profile again and deleted a few things, cleaned it up a little bit but when you were done you still were sitting next to Trent and you looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his arm. He turned his head to you and gave you a curious look.

“You want to do it?” You smiled at him and he pulled your stool a little closer to his, wrapped his arm around your waist, and slid your phone on the island towards himself. He looked at you, holding eye contact as he reached for your phone and turned off the privacy, opening your life and your relationship to the public. He kissed your lips and you hummed.

“Almost as many followers as me…” Trent teased goofily, you were not even close to his millions so it was cute and funny. You kissed his forehead jumping up from your seat.

“Food? What do you two want?” You hopped off walking around the island to the fridge. You made a little something and ate lunch with Trent and Tyler out in the back garden as you told him about the holiday in Greece. You and Trent both purposely skipped over the encounter with Chase. Probably better to not bring up another fire Tyler could’ve had to put out. It was a while later when the conversation veered into a topic you were less interested in. You told the boys you needed to shower, excusing yourself. You stood up and thanked Tyler for his help with a hug. Trent got up and gave you a sloppy kiss, engulfing you in his tight embrace, swaying your body left to right with his. His brother actively tried to ignore you two but unlike him, you were fully engaged in the departing kiss. It left you giddy and feeling incredibly in love. A smile was glued to your face. Trent just had a way to make your heartbeat a little faster, your cheeks warm, your brain turn into a mushy school girl with a crush. You skipped up the stairs inside. You got to your bedroom and peeled your clothes off over your head and jumped in the shower. When you finished, the shower had washed just about everything down the drain but that silly childish smile. That… that managed to stay on you and you hoped it would for the rest of your life. You looked into the bathroom mirror applying your skincare delicately when your phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from Lauren. You had a serum in the palm of your hand while the sound of your phone echoed in the room, you glided the product onto your skin quickly, your now sticky hands making for an awkward finger trying to hit ‘answer’ but you managed.

“Hey influencer!” She greeted you joking about the rise of your Instagram following. She didn’t know you had finally accepted your new fate so she was trying to make you feel a little better with her typical humor which you appreciated.

“Shut up” you giggled. You smiled at her curiously trying to see her surroundings to deduce if she actually made it to Jude’s and if so, what she was currently wearing.

“You look pretty, what are you doing?” She asked you while trying to divert your attention with a compliment because she knew you were going to ask about her current trip. You told her you were doing literally nothing with a smug face letting her know the question was coming.

“Any updates for me from Madrid? I’d love some entertainment…” you cooed while still maintaining your smugness and curiosity.

“I'm here… You knew that though.” She feigned an annoyance shutting her eyes trying to hide the satisfaction of her current location. She sat up against a headboard. Her bare shoulders and collarbones came into view.

“I did, whatya wearing right now Laur.” You joked, raising your eyebrows. You loved hearing about Lauren’s nights. You lived vicariously through her for all the years you’ve known her. You were more than satisfied with your own sex life, in fact it was currently heating up and you couldn’t get enough but Lauren’s life just always has some comedic element or a sliver more of drama that was incredibly enjoyable.

“Yes, I’m naked. Yes, I’m in his bed. No, he isn’t here right now. I was calling to see how you were holding up though.” She rolled her eyes at your inquiry so she preemptively answered all the questions she knew you would ask. It made you giggle. You missed having these conversations laying in your apartments together back in New York but FaceTimes in exchange for finding the love of your life seemed okay and she understood.

“Sheesh! This could’ve been a very fun conversation but fine, I get it. Anyways, yes, I’m holding up. I am a ‘public’ account now.” You air quoted the word. You were laughing still a little from her already knowing all the things you wanted to ask.

“You were ‘public’ before” She mocked your air quotes. “Stop being dramatic. You’re acting like the world knowing you have a hot professional athlete as your boyfriend is a bad thing…” She teased with a goofy smile. Lauren had a roundabout way of always reminding you just how perfect Trent was for you. You returned the smile pretty content remembering the facts about it all.

“No I'm not!” You yelped out trying to defend yourself. “It is a big deal! I've gone under the radar for almost two years!” You kept trying to explain giggling a little. You tried to allude to the fact that you successfully avoided your name being leaked for years.

“Y/N… no one thinks you went under the radar. You were papped and published. That’s not normal.” She laughed. “Like.. girl… T is just entertaining your nativity to keep you sane. You’re out there Mrs. Merseyside.” Lauren made fun of the headline thinking keeping your name hidden meant no one talked about you, no one photographed you and Trent, all in good humor of course.

“You’re stressing me out. He does not, he supports me! I thought I’d just make everything public now and see what happens.” You shrugged with a smile trying to ignore her very real.

“When did I say he doesn’t support you!? Post a pic together on your anniversary and we’ll see what happens. Want to place another wager?” She kept laughing at the banter.

“No… no, I do not want to place a wager.” You chuckled remembering how quickly she had lost the last bet you made. “Also… it sounds like you wouldn’t mind the world knowing about you and the athlete’s bed you're in.” You teased smuggly reminding her of her current status.

“Absolutely not! This…” she gestured around herself in the bed. “He and I… this is purely fun, and sexy, and good, and my private little escapade. I don’t want to be like you in a serious relationship and I certainly don’t want strangers criticizing me for it. I don’t know how you do it.” She looked at you with a soft smile.

“Wow… thank you.” You laughed but then settled. “You would handle it a lot better I’m sure.” You spoke to her honestly. You worried about how you responded to the publicity of your life but more so, really worried about Trent’s perception about how you did and the media's opinion of you. You wondered if he cared what they thought… If he thought of you differently and took into consideration what was said.

“You handle it great. You're amazing, promise.” Lauren’s voice broke you out of your mini spiral quick. The conversation went on and you gabbed about life and what you had coming up on the horizon including the baby you were now dying to have.

After a few days acclimating back to home life you found yourself sitting crossed legged on the floor of your home gym on a yoga mat. You stared up at Trent running on a treadmill shirtless. He looked… well, he looked glorious. His skin was glistening, his muscles tensed and his sweat dripped down his abs slowly it put you in a state of shock. You thought you actually might drool but you restrained yourself and just watched him move perfectly, it was incredibly hot.

“Are you just going to stare?” He turned his head mid stride with a smug smile at you. You licked your lips slow before returning the smile then biting your lip some when he exhaled a breath. His breathing shouldn’t have been sexy but it was. The way his chest rose and fell. “You’re making it hard to focus. I have a few more miles, baby.” He said this just as you spread your legs out wide, leaning over and stretching your arms out to reach one of your foot’s toes. With your body bent over, your boobs in your sports bra pressed into your thigh. He groaned and you giggled. Trent had a hard time concentrating on anything but your tits currently. You noticed his breathing got a little heavier, his eyes followed your movements through the mirror in front of him with a serious look on his face. You got up slowly and did an unnecessary lunge to ‘stretch’ pushing your ass out. The pair of shorts you were in barely covered anything.

“Baby… I’m gonna ask you to stop until I’m done because I’m having a really hard time right now.” Between the mid run exhaustion and his dick starting to get hard his body was getting overwhelmed and a little confused. You giggled and picked up your water and took a sip. Trent watched you swallow and he shut his eyes imagining what else you swallow. He tried to look forward but now you were enjoying the teasing so you ‘accidentally’ spilled the water all down yourself. The beads of water cascaded down your boobs and chest. You looked at your skin and watched the droplets run before you flicked your eyes up at him. You gave him a flirty smile when he just about slammed the stop button on the machine. He got off the machine and you took a step back a little surprised. “Alright, enough.” He said sternly as he came and gripped your jaw. You gasped at his body so close to yours with a greedy smile coming over your face.

“You look hot, all sweaty, T.” You moved your hands up his abs, your hands slid easily up his wet skin.

Trent left open mouthed kisses all over your skin. You sighed feeling him on you. You brought his face up to your falling into a sorry kiss. Trent sat back onto a bench pulling you in between his legs before you came to straddle over him, his lips never left yours continuing your explosive kiss. He smacked your ass and you jolted forward with a gasp. One by one your clothing items started to peel off.

“Gonna be a good girl now and listen to me?” He whispered leaning to your ear kissing behind it before light squeezing his hard around your back. He let go though and both his hands slid around your body to cup your ass, massaging it, eliciting a moan from you. You teased him by pressing your wet core down on his length. You felt his cock twitch under you when you rolled your hips. Trent pulled his head back at the feeling. You dropped your hands on his shoulders and grinded on his lap dragging your pussy down his throbbing cock. He squeezed your ass tighter in anticipation and you let out a gasp. He seized the moment sliding his tongue into your mouth. Hearing him call you a good girl had you getting wetter and clenching around nothing. The only thing on your mind now was him inside you, the way his lips felt on yours, his fingers sliding to your clit.

“Please fuck me, baby.” You whined causing Trent to smile smug. He lined his cock up with your entrance but kept you hovering above him, not allowing you to sit down.

“Tell me how bad you need my cock, beautiful.” You could feel your pussy throb as he teased you.

“Please, please, please.” You begged him to fuck you whimpering.

“Such a good girl f’me.” He cooed as you sank down. He stretched you perfectly. You breathed slowly as he filled you. He held his same smug grin watching the pleasure on your face. “Fuck, just like that, baby.” He was enjoying watching you but his own feelings had him struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. As you grinded on his cock Trent knew this was a feeling he could never replace. His hands slid up your waist to grip your tits as they bounced with every movement.

“Oh fuck, T. You feel so good.” You moaned out loving every second of this. You dug your nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks on his brown sweaty skin below you. He thrusted into you faster, loving the feeling. You groaned when his fingers slipped down to rub harsh figure eights around your clit.

“Aw, baby, you like that, huh?” He whispered close to your ear between heavy breaths. “You love when I fuck your pussy?” He was right. You did. You loved the way he felt inside you. You loved the drag of his throbbing cock. You couldn’t think straight anymore. You loved it so much so you nodded desperately at him. Trent loved how much you loved it. That he could get you completely submissive and dumb for his cock. You’d do anything to have him pumping in and out of your pussy.

You scratched your nails up his back as he thrusted into you. The pleasurable pain of the ferocity had you both nearly drooling and babbling at how perfect it felt. The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter as he was harshly bouncing you up and down on him.

“I’m so close, oh my god! You moaned. He shook his head. You looked so desperate. Trent slid his hand back up to your back and choked you lightly looking at you with a stern face.

“Don’t cum until I say so, not allowed baby.” Sweat and your juices mixed together leaking off you onto Trent. It was messy, wet, and really hot. You tried to maintain your rhythm but started to get sloppy. You were so close to your release. “Cum all over this cock, let go for me, cum for me.” He barely could get the words out before it was muffled by your moan. White hot pleasure ran through you as you came gripping onto his hair. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Take it like a good girl, yeah?” You continued to orgasm, washing over you hard and slow as you spasmed around his cock causing his release. Trent pumped you full of his cum. He coated your walls with a thick hot load. It all was a blur until your highs rolled to a stop. He stayed inside you letting his cum leak out between his cock and your pussy. He slid off the bench onto the floor exhausted with you in his lap. He leaned his back onto the bench. You just let yourselves pant out the remainder of your energy in slow languid breaths before you slumped into laying on the floor. You didn’t say anything for a while, comfortable in each other's embrace. Trent laughed a little suddenly breathily kissing your neck repeatedly. Your cheeks filled with warmth.

“Hell of a workout, baby.” You giggled at his remark. He laughed hearing the sound. You laid on the floor of the gym stuck to his body a little sticky. You looked over at his flush face completely in love. He was so perfect. You hummed stroking your hand over his abs. His toned body under the recessed lighting looked god-like.

“Want to have people over tonight, baby?” You cooed looking at him switching the topic. It wasn’t uncommon for you to have friends over. It was always fun, you liked to play host so it was nice and Trent enjoyed being social in the comfort of your home. You were both reserved and quiet but if it was people you knew it was a good time.

“Erm… yeah, that could be fun.” He looked at you with a small smile. He brushed his hand over the leg you had thrown over him. You both were still breathing heavily, chests rising and falling. Your skin was warm and soft and if it was humanly possible he found himself falling more in love with you laying there. “Should we get off the gym floor first, baby?” He asked, turning to look at you with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Please…” you whined giggling. “This is so gross.” He beamed seeing you smile and only amplified it when he started to tickle you. “T. Stop! You said we were getting up!” You yelped out squirming.

“They just cleaned down here, relax...” He tried to ration with you. He hovered over you now with his hands next to your head propping himself up but once the laughter settled down he dropped his body gently onto yours and laid there. He just about knocked the wind out of you despite the attempt to be gentle.

“You’re heavy.” You grunted out with a childish smile being crushed by his weight.

“And you’re the love of my life.” He cooed ignoring your comment leaving himself on top of you. Kissing your face.

“Samsies” you giggled out knowing it would irk him. Trent didn’t love when you wouldn’t take his admissions about feelings to heart. He gave you an unimpressed look. “You’re the love of my life too obviously.” You gave him a big cheesy grin but it was wiped quickly when he came in for another kiss.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you. He rolled off you over to your side before pulling your body flush against his.

“I don’t want to.” You smiled at him pressing a kiss to his bare skin. “I like it right here.” You told him happily.

“Oh yeah? On the floor of the gym?” He teased, recalling your attention to how gross this was but you didn’t care he was beautiful inside and out and you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.

“Rather be here with you then somewhere else without you” nuzzling in further to him. His arms pulled you tight to his chest. He kissed your forehead but started laughing.

“That’s such bullshit Y/N” His chest vibrated with the sound. It was the most perfect noise. You giggled with him for a moment but it subsided into a calmness content just under each other's touch again.

“You smell good.” You broke the comfortable silence whispering out your thoughts. You didn’t really think before you spoke but you genuinely really liked the way he smelt right now. You were so close to him and he smelled so good.

“I just worked out and had sex… what are you on about?” The laughter started up again. He shook his head at your honest confession. “You're actually disgusting.” He said peeling your body off him, distancing himself teasingly.

“No… I just love you that much!” Grabbing at his body as he kept moving away from you. He stepped further away from you getting up and threw on the shorts he had on earlier. “C’mere!” You yelled trying to get closer to him again.

“Nah, not having that. That’s gross.” He teased as he made his way towards the door, starting to walk out of the room without you. An uncontrolled pout formed on your face. You couldn’t believe he would walk out. Your pout disappeared though when he turned around suddenly jogging back to you. “You think I’d leave you here. C’mon!” He grunted picking you up. “Let’s go shower, yeah? I know you’re freaking out how dirty you are right now.” He pressed a kiss against your skin. He was right, leaving your orgasmic haze you felt very gross at the fact you just had sex in there.

After your shower you laid on the couch cuddled with Trent; happy and clean. It started to get late and you probably needed to get the house together before people came over but at the moment you were pretty happy where you were.

“Marce is on his way.” Trent hummed in a soft tone. You nodded at him, not budging from your current place in his arms. Trent had ordered dinner for you all. You started to get hungry and you were starting to get curious what he had ordered, usually you were in charge of meals.

“What did you get for dinner, baby?” You tapped at his chest, as you asked looking up into his big brown eyes. A warm smile came over his face.

“Went with a Chinese… It's off season, beautiful.” He laughed a little giddy and excited with his choice for your dinner.

“Yummmm” you hummed with a wet kiss to his neck. It made you happy when anything made him happy so if it was a Chinese you’d take it.

“You’re yum…” he joked, tilting your chin up to him for a kiss. The kiss spiraled. It was messy, wet, and desperate. You were gasping in between kisses. Your tongues in each other's mouths dancing.

“You’re gorgeous, do you know that?” You pulled away from the kiss. Looking at him in awe. He hummed, grabbing your body. You were flush up against him. You could feel him getting hard again. His hands slid under your clothes and you practically moaned at the feeling.

“But is it necessary all the time? When we aren’t here… what goes on? Actually don’t fucking answer that.” Marcel spoke walking into the living room. You and Trent stopped for a moment. Giddy and breathing heavily. He rolled his eyes at you two and walked to the kitchen mocking you. “You’re hot. No, you’re hot.” He mumbled. When the food finally arrived, you and Trent joined him. You opted to sit in the dining room to be adults despite eating your Chinese takeaway. Hey, it was off season!

“What do you want to drink?” You cooed, standing up from the table. Trent and Marcel answered with their respective drinks so you skipped off back to the kitchen to grab them. You came back shortly with drinks in hand. “Here you go.” Sliding them on the table before pressing a kiss to Trent’s hair.

“Thanks mum!” They said in unison. You rolled your eyes at them unamused but sat anyway to enjoy your food. You ate and talked and talked and ate. A little while later Marcel filled you in about his evening plans.

“I invited two girls tonight” he slipped into the conversation subtly when you were talking about who you had texted to come over. You grabbed Trent’s thigh slyly under the table shocked. Your eyes widened with a silly grin.

“Two?” Trent asked curiously as he came to hold your hand on his leg with a tight squeeze.

“Do you need two?” You giggled, raising your eyebrows at him. You weren’t judging but you were definitely amused.

“Is one not sufficient?” Trent joked, joining you with a laugh. Marcel stayed impartial, still happy with his decision to dole out the invitations.

“See where the night takes me” he told you both smugly.

“Under my roof!?!” You yelled kidding standing up feigning outrage.

“You don’t even pay rent, baby.” Trent teased you lightheartedly pinching at your waist as you stood next to him. You sat down in a huff and furrowed your brows at him. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. You’d love to pretend like you were angry or annoyed at his cheek but it was funny and you liked the kiss.

“Bro, no…” Marcel started laughing “that’s such a vio. Y/N you’re going to let him talk to you like that ‘under your roof.’” He mocked you. All three of you were in a fit of laughter. You moved yourself to the back garden with drinks to hang out till more people arrived for tonight. The sun started to go down and the fairy lights that hung outside over the pool and patio warmed the space. The orange hue in the dark night made you appreciate having such a happy beautiful home.

The night went on and friends piled into your garden. You had gone in the pool for a while with a few people but you stepped out slowly finally when you noticed your hands started to prune. Unintentionally, you grabbed attention and turned heads and Trent was not excluded from that group. He watched the water drip off your body and he could feel the blood rush to his cock. You promised him you’d be in bikinis after Greece and god dammit you were going to serve in one. Trent was infatuated but he also knew you. He knew you wanted him to look at you so just to tease he pretended not to watch and focus on his phone. When you finally stepped all the way out you looked for him and furrowed your brow thinking that he hadn’t even glanced at you on display. You were a little disappointed. You dabbed at the water still on your skin with a towel. Your eyes locked on your target. You walked up to Trent laying on a lounge chair. You strutted over and he knew you were but he let you come to him. When you reached him he didn’t pick his head up stubbornly so you squeezed his foot.

“Yes?” He looked up at you with a smug smile unphased.

“Hi…” you said with heart eyes. “Can I come sit?” You cooed, squeezing his foot again.

“Baby… you’re soaked.” He laughed a little as you walked up the side of his chair. You giggled and purposely adjusted your bikini top in front of him. Pushing your boobs together then letting them drop and bounce a tad.

“I thought you liked when I was wet.” You cheekily said back fairly quiet just for him to hear. You gave him a sultry smile and he rolled his eyes and threw his head to the side some.

“Yeah, go on. C’mere sweet girl.” He caved immediately under your gaze gesturing you over. You sat down on the chair. His touch on his body gave you goosebumps. He pulled you to lay on him. You got comfortable immediately and laid there with your head to his bare chest. Your bikini clad body pressed on top of him. His big hands stroked up and down your back. You looked out at people mingling dazed as thoughts swirled in your head.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Trent cooed his thumb running over your spine. He pressed his lips to your hair. You paused knowing what was on your mind kind of scared you but you spoke anyway trusting him.

“Don’t know. Sometimes it just feels scary being so lucky. Like to have everything you wanted, you know?” You whispered to his chest. He smiled at how cute you were.

“And what did you want?” He whispered back into your hair paired with another kiss.

“You… our life, this house, it’s all just surreal.” He hummed understanding you but you still were a little nervous trying to explain. You felt a cool summer breeze and it sent a shiver up your spine. He pulled you closer to him. His warm hands soothing you.

“You know it’s not luck, baby. It’s a lot of love.” You giggled at his cheesiness. You slapped his chest jokingly.

“Is it what you wanted?” You asked him curious if it ever ran in his mind how scary it was when things were going well.

“It’s everything I ever wanted. I would give up everything I’ve every had just to have you. That’d be enough for me.” He mused with a big smile on his face. He sure was cheesy but he also wasn’t lying. He really just only needed you.

“You wouldn’t last a day… Mr. Silk Pillowcase.” You teased him, running your hand up his chest up to scratch his scalp pulling on his hair.

“You bought them for me but regardless of your teasing… it would be enough for me. You’re enough for me” He was serious. You felt the same. You only needed each other. “And maybe a baby.” He said it and you rethought your sentiment. Well, you only needed each other, sure, but adding some-tiny-body else to your little family could only make you that much happier.

“We’re working on that though.” You giggled as he squeezed your ass pressing a kiss to your neck. You purred feeling his lips. Everything about the current moment was dream worthy. The way his hand moved up your skin, the way his lips moved on you, the scent of him encased you, the warmth of his body under you, the feeling of his dick beneath your core, the warm light on his face, his big eyes gazing into yours. He was an absolute dream. He was your absolute dream.

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❀ MASTERLIST

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ALEX ALBON ²³

MAKE YOU MINE | in which working as a williams reserve driver brings you closer to your best friend, and not just platonically.

MRS. ALL AMERICAN | logan sargeants sister and alex albon are met with backlash when they start dating.

CHARLES LECLERC ¹⁶

IF YOU CANT BEAT ‘EM, JOIN ‘EM | after years of your flag being mixed up with your boyfriends, you decide to ‘take’ more than just his flag.

GEORGE RUSSEL ⁶³

SHES KINDA HOT | george russel has a crush on his pr manager. what does he do to show that? drive her absolutely insane! and what do fans do when a video of him grinning while she scolds him comes out? ship the two of course!

JENSON BUTTON ²²

DO I WANNA KNOW? | in which an unexpected series of events, starting with a leaked picture of yn and jenson sharing a hotel room (and bed), leads them from rivals to lovers.

LANDO NORRIS ⁴

MINI…ER LANDO | a two part series in which lando and his wife reveal her pregnancy to the world and are met with (mostly) open arms. (part two) (part three)

BROTHERS BEST FRIEND | max fewtrell’s sister takes quite the liking to his best mate, and it makes for an entertaining series of events.

LOOKING OUT FOR YOU | lando starts to realize that his girlfriend’s bad races aren’t just jet lag.

THE WINNER TAKES ALL | in which lando norris is tired of fans thinking he and yn are just friends, and decides to do something about it.

JUST MY TYPE | you and lando aren’t the rivals everyone makes you out to be, and it shows when you move to mclaren. (male!reader)

LOGAN SARGEANT ²

THIS YOUR MAN? | in which the whole grid, but especially a particular duo, loves to tease you and your boyfriend.

LONG WAY HOME | while visiting his girlfriend, logan soft launches their relationship, catching everyone off guard.

MR. ALL AMERICAN | in which verstappen!reader isn’t as sneaky with logan as she thinks she is.

MAX VERSTAPPEN ¹

BEST OF BOTH WORLDS | the sweet chaos of dating max verstappen while your brother is daniel ricciardo - the best of both worlds, right?

NEW DESIRE | you and max are childhood friends. despite claiming a platonic relationship, or rather not claiming a romantic relationship, fans are convinced there’s more to what you have.

OSCAR PIASTRI ⁸¹

ADORE YOU | in which the grids sweetheart and mercedes rookie adores oscar, even when he’s awkward.

OSCAROO AND BABY CHRONICLES | it’s race weekend in qatar, and baby piastri is attending her first race!

SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR | your best friend is arthur leclerc, and his best friend is oscar piastri. you’d think that’s grounds for being close with oscar, but here you are, age 22, and you aren’t even sure you could call him a friend. what you do know, though, is that you have a ridiculous crush on him, one that you’re struggling to hide.

THE OTHER WOMAN | lando norris is in love with his best friend, but she has her eyes set on a particular aussie.

YUKI TSUNODA ²²

THE JPG CHRONICLES | a series in which mclaren’s reserve driver, a grid and fan favorite, opens a jpg account and somehow her posts are a surprise, but should have been expected considering her fun persona. that being said, a slip up in her comment section about a supposed “boyfriend” makes the fandom wonder who that “boyfriend” is. (link will be added shortly)

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