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charleslucid · 2 years

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They’re sitting in the living room of the Harrington household, a place they spend most of their time. Since Steve’s parents are never home, he and Billy practically live in the place. It’s to the point that Steve would ask his parents if they could just move the ownership over to him but he knows for a fact he wouldn't be able to keep up with any of the bills with his 9 to 5 job that only pays 5 dollars an hour. Not to mention Billy would also have to get a job to help out and that’s definitely not happening. He says he’s protesting by not succumbing to the dystopian mindset that is capitalism. Steve knows it’s just a half assed excuse to mooch his parents money.

Billy is laying on the couch playing with a rubix cube, below him Steve has his back to the couch trying to complete one of his assignments. He’s struggling to read any of the words, they’re all jumbled up and shit.

Billy convinced him to go to community college a while back. He said it would help Steve get a better job and after Steve graduates they could move closer to one of the 100 colleges offering to take Billy in for free. Apparently Billy is a genius. Steve would totally believe this if it weren’t for the fact that he once locked himself in the bathroom. His hands were wet and he didn’t think to dry them so he just sat down and waited for Steve to find him. He didn’t even think to try again when his hands were dry.

It’s a bit unfair that Billy is considered the next Albert Einstein when he can’t even open a door. Then again, Steve can’t read so he shouldn’t be talking. He can open doors though.

Speaking of not being able to read, why does nothing on this paper make sense? The words keep blending together and stretching out across his vision. It’s almost like he’s on a bad high and the headache he suddenly has definitely doesn’t help.

Steve startles when he feels a hand settle on top of his head, “What’s the matter pretty boy?” Billy presses his lips to the brunet's temple and sighs into his skin.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Go be a genius somewhere else.” He huffs and gently pushes his boyfriend away.

Billy ignores his attempts of pushing him away and repositions himself on the couch so his head and laying on Steve’s shoulder, “Me being a genius is an opinion. Plus I’m still a fucking idiot in social situations. Now, what’s wrong. You’re looking at that paper like it killed your entire family.”

“It might as well have, ‘can’t understand it. Looks like squiggles everywhere.”

“Lemme try,” Billy reaches over and grabs the paper from Steve, “Which part are you on?”

“None of your business!” Billy raises his brow and Steve sighs, “The start,”

“You’ve been doing this thing for three hours and you’re at the start?” Steve looks down at his lap, “Understandable, isn’t one of your accommodations that they make the words bigger? What a bunch of fuckin assholes.” Billy grabs his chin and lifts his head up so he can press a soft kiss to his forehead, “Don’t worry Bambi I’ll help you.”

Billy slips off the couch sitting next to Steve on the floor and starts to read the paper, pausing every couple of sentences to go on a rant about something that has no correlation to what they are reading before chiding Steve for not keeping him on task. His voice is gentle and soft, a complete contrast to his personality. Once they get to the actual questions he writes down Steve answers to the questions, and doodles on the edges while his boyfriend racks his brain for answers.

“A la verga, we’re finished!” Billy presses another kiss to Steve’s neck, “So proud of you Bambi.”

Goosebumps begin to rise all around Steve's skin as Billy slowly moves up past his jawline and bits at his ear, “Yeah whatever, I’m probably going to get a zero on it.”

“Nope, pretty sure you got every question except for one right.” He moves his hands to the bottom of Steve’s shirt. They slowly travel beneath it up his side and stop at his chest. “93 percent bitch, that’s an A.”

Steve quirks an eyebrow, “You’ve been checking my answers?” A shiver moves through his body when Billy gently runs a hand over one of his nipples.

Billy hums an affirmation as he lifts Steve’s shirt off his head. He leaves kisses all over Steve’s chest before trailing back down to the elastic of his jeans. He pauses and looks up at Steve.

“Are you asking for my permission or something? Keep going.”

Billy laughs, “No, just want you to know how fucking smart you are.”

“Yeah whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“I’m serious Steve.” He lifts and moves himself up and pulls Steve into a kiss.

“I know.” He roughly kisses back before he cups Billy’s face and pushes him away, “Now S-U-C-K M-E O-F-F”

Billy laughs and does a mock salute before moving back down to Steve’s crotch.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove #fic #Charles writes #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove fluff #harringrove fic #kinda ooc

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thoughtkick · 2 months

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I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.

Charles Bukowski

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resqectable · 1 month

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Some people have been hurt in their past. So don’t just tell them you love them, show them why they should believe.

Charles Orlando

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fairydrowning · 7 months

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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."

– Charles Bukowski

#light academia #charles bukowski #words #literary quotes #quotations #poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #writers and poets #dark academia #excerpts #fragments #selections

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thehopefulquotes · 17 days

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Too often, the only escape is sleep.

Charles Bukowski

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perfectquote · 8 months

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I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.

Charles Bukowski

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f1-stuff · 6 days

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#charles one of us...#all part of the charles leclerc thesis I'll one day (never) write...#charles leclerc #carlos sainz #charlos #gifs #mine #2023 #2024

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cowboylor · 1 month

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gold-skinned eager baby

— the only thing that can bring charles down to earth after a race. charles leclerc x fem!reader (18+) oral (f. receiving), soft dom charles, (1) spank.

your sundress is hiked up to your waist before he sinks to his knees.

charles fists the floral pattern in his hand, snaking the other to hastily rub his fingers against you—quickly, without keeping rhythm in mind, anything to keep you whimpering into his neck.

“charles,” you’re saying between his rough kisses. “baby—”

you can't finish any thought when he gets like this. so stoic and eager to have his way with you that you can't help but abandon all words and let him spread your legs however he pleases.

when he finally trails past your navel and he's peering up at you from his knees, you're dry-mouthed and not sure where to put your hands.

“let me taste you,” he orders gruffly, using both hands to keep your dress above your panty line. your head falls back when you feel his breath waft over your clothed core. pressing his mouth against you, he murmurs, “open up for me, mon amour.”

you’re suppressing your moan through bitten lips, resisting the urge to press yourself deeper onto his face but trying to remain considerate.

“you—” you feel your eyelids involuntarily flutter when his nose nudges against your clit. “you don’t have to.”

your body shudders when you feel him chuckle against you, before moving to look you in the eye. you swallow roughly, staring back at his dark eyes that seem more blown out than usual.

“this,” his fingertips hook around the band of your underwear. “is for me.”

it becomes clear. pleasing you is always something charles has been able to control. something that he takes pride in—hearing the noise you make whenever he takes you over the edge is something he'll remember even after he forgets his own name. it's a constant. it can't be taken away by a bad qualifying session. and when would you ever deny him?

he’s quick with it; his calloused hands running up your thighs before gripping them tightly, pulling you against his mouth again. he presses a wet kiss against your swollen bud, murmuring incoherent praises into you until you’re whining and pulling his hair with nowhere to go but the wall behind you.

“charles,” you gasp his name like a prayer. “please.”

he hitches your leg over his shoulder, his mouth continuing to work against your cunt—drawing sloppy, figure eights with the tip of his tongue and glancing up at you for stolen looks at your fucked-out expression.

“right there,” you muse through bitten lips. “you’re good—you’re so good.”

your praise is met with a swift slap to the side of your thigh.

his muffled agreement against your cunt makes you stifle a smile and you have to resist the urge to tell him how good he is again. how good he is at everything he does and especially, how good he is at making you fall apart on his tongue.

“fucking—” he growls between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. “—soaking.”

you’re mewling, arching against the wall and as he holds your thighs apart. you just about melt when he peers up at you again, eyebrows knitted in frustration from everything else and desire for you. your mouth runs dry. his face is smothered against you before you could remind him how much you love him.

“come for me,” he groans into you—the vibration sending shocks down your spine. “come all over my mouth.”

there are not enough oh god's left in you by the time the heat in your lower stomach coils and you're tugging on his hair harshly. when his nose presses harshly into your clit as he lapping at your core, your thighs begin to shake.

when he pulls your sundress back down, he’s turning you around just as quickly. pressing you against the wall from behind, you gasp as he moves to press himself into you.

“you can take more, can’t you, cherie?” he’s muttering on the cusp of your ear. your eyes roll back because yes, yes—you would take everything he gave you in this moment. “be a good girl and take more for me, yes?”

#idk #i love a good blurb #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc smut #*my writing #this is slightly diff from my usual writing #idk if i love it or hate it but i can’t write anymore so this is just for fun yay

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russellsppttemplates · 11 days

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How about Leo being a mama's boy and Charles getting jealous 🤔

"Come here, Leo, come here!", you cooed to the dog as the small dachshund puppy ran to you, landing on your crossed legs ready for some belly rubs.

Hervé was less than delighted. How could he compete with the cute furball?

Charles seemed to notice it to, partly because he also felt like you gave the dog way too much attention. He was now sharing you with four kids and he irony was that, in part, he had been the one to bring them all to your family, one way or another. Charles loved them to death, but he loved you too and your attention on him too.

"Where's mama, Hervé?", Charles asked as he stepped into the kitchen to get himself something to drink.

"Where do you think she is? In the living room with Leo, of course", the boy mumbled.

"I really did us dirty when I brought the dog home, didn't I?", Charles took a sip of water.

"There's only one mama and the right dog for our family has picked her as his favourite", Hervé tsked, engaging in his father's humorous tone.

"At least we know he's smart - she is the best", Charles mused, getting a nod of a agreement from Hervé.

"Guys! Come see this! Leo can sit and roll over all in one trick!", your voice shouted.

"Let's go see the dog doing something I've been doing since I was a baby", Hervé smiled as he and Charles walked to meet you and Leo.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#charles leclerc blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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franklysainz · 1 month

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LOST IN THE PADDOCK.

MV1 X FEM!READER

summary getting lost in the paddock and bumping into the current world champion was definitely not on your bingo card.

cw amara is the only oc, no use of y/n. this is my first time writing rpf since middle school, so bear with me. ALSO, this is a work of fiction: i don't know these people irl, i don't know how they act. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

face claims girls on pinterest but you can obviously disregard them, and imagine whoever you want.

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"Ah, fuck," you mumble to yourself, panickedly walking away from the direction you came from while also looking for your best friend.

You call her name a few times in hopes of her popping her head out of the Ferrari building's corner but to no avail. The group and guides you had been with are nowhere to be found, and you have to avoid bumping into employees wearing the entire rainbow as they hurry around you.

You curse the moment you decided to enter the giveaway for those tickets. Although you weren't a Formula One fan, simply because you never fully listened to Amara's ramblings and analysis, when you stumbled across a giveaway of otherwise very expensive tickets, you didn't hesitate to enter it. Despite entering for her, you kept it a secret. The list of entries was long, and the odds were not in your favour, so you didn't want to get her hopes up. You couldn't contain the bubbling excitement when you got the e-mail verifying your win for two Paddock Club tickets for the Spanish Grand Prix.

After announcing it to your obsessed-with-cars best friend, you decided to make it a five-day trip, planning to sightsee Barcelona before the race weekend and spend a free day after it. The first day had been great, albeit tiring, but you had woken up the next day buzzing with anticipation to walk around the paddock. You were the assigned photographer, as you knew Amara would want to listen to everything the guide said. You were content with taking pictures of the place and her.

Until now. You were definitely not happy with being the camera guy. Because of that, you'd just lost your group in the middle of God-knows-where, with no idea where the building you came from was. So immersed in your grumbling and reading the map on your phone- you collide with someone. Your phone and water bottle slip from your fingers, and the tote bag slips from your shoulder to your elbow. You hiss at the sudden weight shift.

The smell of rich cologne enters your nostrils, but you don't dare look up. Your cheeks burn. "Sorry." You bend down to grab your things.

The man seems to have the same idea, as seconds later, he's on his knees and gathering his things before you can reach them. "No, it's alright! I wasn't looking where I was going."

He extends his full hands with a smile, and you return a sheepish one before grabbing your things. You take a second to look at him. He wears a Red Bull cap and T-shirt, looking like everyone who hurriedly passed you with papers and phones in their hands. I should ask him for directions. He looks like he knows the place.

"Uh...Is there any way you saw a group of people with guides walking around here? I'm supposed to be with them, but I kinda lost them." You lift the camera, further explaining why you're separated from them.

He can't help but chuckle at your flushed cheeks. "Unfortunately, no," he pauses. "Are you here for the weekend?" You nod. "Haven't they given you a map, then? They usually do, to avoid people getting lost."

You show him your phone. Your fingers brush as he pulls it closer to look at the map. "Yeah, they have. But I can't figure it out. Kind of my first time coming to something like this."

He looks at you briefly before returning his gaze to the phone. "Really?" He sounds surprised. He shouldn't.

You looked out of place compared to the rich-as-fuck members of your group. You had no idea how people dressed for these occasions. Even Amara didn't really know what to pack, so you both agreed to wear comfortable clothes. With the race being during June and in Spain, you would rather be comfortable than sweaty. The only thing tying you to the group was the Paddock Club pass you wore around your neck.

"My best friend is really into this. Loves the sport. I won us the tickets, but I'm barely grasping the basics." You laugh, and he joins. You like the way his eyes crease when he smiles wide.

"Oh, you're the ones that won the tickets! Someone told me about that, I think. Congrats!" You thank him. "How's your weekend so far?"

You shrug. "T'was really fun. Until I got lost while taking pictures of the Ferrari building." He snorts.

Leaning next to him, you try to follow his finger as he scrolls around the zoomed-in map. "You figured it out yet?"

"I think I have, yeah." He shows you the phone. "We're here. The garages are right there. You'll be watching the race on the floor above them." You nod, slowly grasping your surroundings. Turns out it's easier to figure it out when you're not panicking and a handsome stranger is helping you. "You got it?"

You flash a bright smile. "Yeah, actually, I think I do!" You look at him. "Thank you!"

He shrugs. "No problem. I know it's easy to get lost, especially with so many people running around."

"Still. Thank you. You probably have to be somewhere, and I took up a lot of your time." You step back, turning in the direction he'd shown you.

"Don't worry about it." He fixes his hair under the cap.

"Thanks again." You wave and turn to leave.

"Hey, I forgot to ask you." You turn, confused. "What team are you supporting tomorrow?"

Oh, shit.

It's like a deer caught in headlights situation. You suddenly forget all ten names of the racing teams, desperately racking your brain for an answer. You swear you know all ten.

"Uh..." you nervously clench and unclench your water bottle. "Ferrari?" It's more of a question rather than a statement.

He laughs, and your cheeks return to their warm state. Bad answer?

"Ferrari?" He asks as if saying really? You shrug, and he huffs a laugh.

"I told you I'm not good at this!"

You hear a shout and simultaneously turn to see a man in a Red Bull shirt beckoning him over.

"I have to go. But you should watch out for the Red Bulls. I hear they got the better cars!" He winks and waves before walking away from you.

You roll your eyes and smile wide on your lips. Of course, he'd tell you to cheer for his team. The back of your hand touches your cheek. It's incredibly warm. You blame it on the hot weather.

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"I'm telling you, mate! She had no idea who I was!"

Lando rolls his eyes. "And I'm telling you there's no way. Your face is plastered everywhere."

It's Charles's turn to roll his eyes. "Or maybe she was more worried about finding a way back than asking for pictures."

"Yeah, maybe she was being polite. Didn't want to attract any attention to you." Albon adds.

Max shrugs. "I don't know."

"Was she pretty?" Oscar elbows Lando's ribs, as the latter can't contain his giggle.

Max's neck flushes. He shrugs again. "Yeah, I guess."

"Ohhhhh!" George and Lando pat him on the back teasingly, and Charles laughs at Max's expression.

Before they can tease him about this mystery girl more, a woman wearing a headset informs them they have to part ways and get ready for qualifying.

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"And Fernando was so bloody nice, too! He was more than happy to sign the cap for you!" Amara waved her hands excitedly as she recounted everything you missed while lost.

You sat near the windows overlooking the pits, watching as the teams got their cars ready for qualifying, far away from the TVs and the crowded tables, not wanting to converse with anyone but your best friend. You chewed on your extremely expensive pasta, intently listening to her meet-up with some of the drivers.

"I can't believe you met the only driver I know," you whined, lips pouting sadly.

"I swear I didn't realise you were gone until they stopped us to greet the drivers. I was fully into that tyre explanation the guide was giving."

"Gee, thanks." You smile, giving her the middle finger.

"Oh, you know I don't mean it like that. Without you, I wouldn't even be doing the stuff we did today." Amara pulls on your middle finger, and you both giggle.

"So, tell me what you did when you were alone," she urges, sipping her drink.

"You mean when you left me wandering like I was looking for my mother?" She gives you a pointed look. You shrug. "I stopped a Red Bull guy to give me directions. He was helpful and cute. Also took some pictures while I was making my way back here."

"Oh, was he a mechanic or what?"

"I don't know. Didn't catch his name." You smile as you recount his advice. "He told me to look out for the Red Bulls because they have fast cars."

"Well, he's not wrong."

You finish your food and drinks, chatting until qualifying is about to begin. You sit on the balcony, watching the cars drive on the track. You get settled, watching the small screen in front of you, commentary loud in the headset you wear. Qualifying goes by quickly, with Amara explaining things you don't understand and you nodding along.

It's no surprise—in Amara's words—that Max Verstappen came first in his Red Bull. He's the one dominating this season, after all. Second comes Carlos Sainz, and third place takes Lando Norris. Your best friend cheers a little more for him. You shoot her a look, and she just shrugs. "What? He's fast, and he's handsome." You laugh.

You decide to leave before others, not stick around for post-qualifying interviews. Although there's a great chance you can catch drivers, take pictures and get them to sign autographs, you're both far too exhausted to stay. There's always tomorrow, Amara says, and you agree.

You're looking through the Uber app to find a car available to take you back to your hotel when you hear Amara all but screech beside you. You look up, watching as she runs towards a wall decorated with a gigantic poster of three drivers. You recognise Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc and...Oh, shit.

"Can you take a picture here," she calls your name pleadingly.

Your eyes are wide and glued to the tall poster, even as you pull the camera up to your face. You snap a couple of pictures before Amara walks back to you. Her wide smile falters as she watches you stare at the poster intensely. You rack your brain for his name and know that you should know it. Amara has mentioned it before, but you just can't put your finger on it. He's in Red Bull, so it's either Checo Perez or—

"Is that Verstappen?" You point to him.

"Yep. Two-time world champion." Amara looks at the poster and then back at you, eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you looking at him like that?"

"He's the guy from earlier."

"What?!"

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"You should totally text him," Amara says between bites.

She offers you a piece of chocolate, and you offer her a bewildered look. The hotel room's TV is playing a random spanish show, but with no subtitles, you can barely grasp what they're saying. Amara is scrolling on TikTok beside you.

"Text who?" You already know who.

"The two-time world champion. Duh." She rolls her eyes.

Amara hadn't stopped talking about the Max interaction since you'd pointed at his gigantic poster. The more she spoke on it, wiggling her eyebrows, the more you blushed. She had gone over a thousand scenarios, all of which you ended up hooking up with him. You had to remind her that despite his popularity, he was a stranger to you.

"I don't have his number, 'mara. I told you he just helped me find my way."

She flicks your forehead. "That's what Insta is for!"

"No."

"But why!?" Amara whines in your ear loudly, like a child when you take their candy away.

"It's weird! He's cute and all," you sit up, pointing your finger up," but he doesn't know my name," you put another one up, "he'll think I'm creepy," you point a third one, "and that is if he sees the requested message."

"Uh, you're ruining my scenario-building process."

"That's what Tumblr is for. Leave my quiet, boring life out of this." You dramatically sigh.

"Isn't that how all fanfiction starts? Boring and quiet life turned upside down?" Amara tilts her head.

"I don't know, 'ave never read any." You shrug, lips pursing.

She huffs a laugh, and you hold in yours. "Liar."

There's a pause. You think over Amara's suggestion. Max Verstappen is cute. And it wouldn't hurt to try and get his number. You'd never see him again after this weekend. And the worst he could say is: "Security, please get her out of here!"

What the fuck am I thinking? He's a literal superstar. Me bumping into him was a one-time thing.

Ah, fuck it. It's not the end of the world.

"You know what?" Amara turns to look at you. "If I get the chance tomorrow, I'll talk to him. Try and get his number."

Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "What?"

"I mean, I'm never seeing again? Right? It could go either way. He doesn't call for security to escort me like I'm crazy fangirl, or he does, and we pray no cameras recorded the moment."

Amara shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, but she can barely hold her wide smile. "Sounds like a plan to me."

"Not much of a plan. I'm just indulging in your delusions."

You share a laugh before you fall back in bed beside her. You shuffle closer to your best friend's side, eager to watch the TikTok edit she is staring intensely at.

"Oh, look, it's your future boyfriend!"

"Shut up."

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charlesoberonn · 9 months

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Writing Prompt: When you were a teenager, a truck nearly ran you over. Your significant other wasn't so lucky.

Today, you had another close encounter with a truck, and this time it got you. You've been Isekai'd. But when you wake up in the other world, you see a familiar face. They're older and got a few scars, but it's definitely your old sweetheart.

You have a heartful reunion. You catch up on your lives, you make arrangements for a new life together.

"What luck that we both wound up here." you say during dinner.

"Luck?" your other half laughs and nearly drops their roast pixie. "Who do you think guided the truck that brought you here?"

This time it's your turn to nearly drop your food.

Your lover smiles, but there's something strange in their eyes. "I missed you so much, baby."

#writing #charles writes #isekai

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charleslucid · 2 years

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“Take them off.”

Max looks up from his cereal at Billy, the older is looking at him with raised eyebrows. Max knows exactly what he’s talking about but he’s stubborn. He’s not gonna give up that easily.

He tilts his head and speaks in a voice of faux innocence, “Take what off?”

“Don’t play dumb Maxwell.”

Billy’s been getting on his case about this recently. It’s not Max’ fault he has boobs. It’s actually no one’s fault which pisses Max off a lot because he can’t blame anyone. Well he could still blame Mike, but Mike has nothing to do with his boobs. In fact, Max would like to keep it that way. Mike Wheeler is most definitely not allowed near his boobs. Ever.

“I’m not playing dumb, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Your chest is not naturally that flat Max.”

Bingo. “Why are you looking at my chest? Huh? Why are you looking at my chest Billy?”

Billy doesn’t look impressed. This trick stopped working when Billy could easily retort back saying that he’s gay. Steve was the one who gave him the idea. After that Max refused to talk to Steve for an entire week. This was until he needed a ride since Billy is a dick and refuses to drive him anywhere.

Billy sighs, sitting down across from Max with a serious face. It’s the one he pulled out when he asked Max if he could have full custody of him. That was two years ago, and now Billy is his legal guardian. “It’s unhealthy Max.”

“Smoking is unhealthy.”

“Do as I say. Not as I do.”

“Fuck you.”

The older blond stands up and for a second Max thinks he’s gonna give up. Why the fuck would he think Billy would give up. Billy is just as stubborn as him, if not more. The only reason he kept his hair long when they still lived with their ‘parents’ was to piss Neil off. The moment they moved into their own house he cut it off. That’s fucking dedication.

“You’re grounded.”

What?

“What?”

“You. Are. Grounded.” He enunciates each syllable as if he’s talking to a child who speaks a different language. “No more arcade. No more hanging out with the party. No more ice cream. You come straight home from school.”

“What the fuck!? Why!? I didn’t do shit!” Max does not deserve this. He has done nothing wrong. Quick, make the flyers. Big bold red words at the top ‘Max did nothing wrong’ and a photo of him looking very sad right below. Post them all over Hawkins. Everybody will see them. There will be a parade in his honor. Billy cannot get away with this.

“You’re hurting yourself. I’ve already talked with you before about wearing those stupid sports bras for too long since you bruised your fucking ribs. You’re gonna end up breaking them and then you’ll end up in the fucking hospital. Plus it’s the fucking weekend and last time I checked you have no where to be. There’s no point in wearing them.”

He stares at his brother for what feels like an hour. Billy’s right, even though Max doesn’t want to admit it. Plus whenever he goes in for checkups the staff love to call him Maxine and refer to him as a young lady and ask him about his periods. He most definitely does not want to go through that more than once every three months. Thank you very much.

“Fine.” He’s not going to let Billy have all the power though. “Can I have one of your shirts?”

Billy looks at him. Debating. He hates whenever Max wears his clothes, it’s why he bought him a whole bunch of new ones before throwing out all his girly ones. Which is exactly why Max asked.

“Fucking fine.”

#I love writing trans max and supportive Billy #might right some supportive Lucas too #Billy is trying his best to be a good guardian #max however is trying his best to be a bitch boy #max mayfield #billy hargrove #stranger things #Charles writes #trans max mayfield #trans!max mayfield #harringrove #it’s implied #I’ve realized that the start seems like this is maygrove #as in billy x Max #this is not Billy x Max #not maygrove

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norrisleclercf1 · 23 days

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I swear, cut your hair....I dare you too

#he touches it and its war #ill write the most heartbreaking angst ever #swear it #charles leclerc #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #formula one

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LIGHTNING MCMARRIED ★ CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x fiancé! reader ( she/her )

summary: Your wedding is near and the Lightning McQueen joke continues along with the excitement.

notes: this one is set in 2024 !!!

part three of the life is a highway series ★ part four ( soon )

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INTERVIEW — BELGIAN GP 2024

yourusername’s insta story

translation: i want to love you forever

charles_leclerc’s insta story

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yourusername Can’t wait to be old and grey ❤️

👥: charles_leclerc, joris__trouche

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charles_leclerc Can’t wait to be a papa with you ❤️

yourusername Charlie 😭😭

charles_leclerc Imagine mini us running around!!!

yourusername Baby fever is real and you are it (same)

charles_leclerc I am baby fever

yourusername Get to work then!

charles_leclerc 😳😳😳

pierregasly why are you discussing your future CHILDREN here? mon dieu

joris__trouche Best wedding dress model

yourusername I was made for it

charles_leclerc The most beautiful human alive

maxverstappen1 SIMP

charles_leclerc What is that?

yourusername 😭

arthur_leclerc Hi sister in law

yourusername Hey brother in law

charles_leclerc i think i’m going to cry

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Mr & Mrs McQueen

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yourusername oh i love being your wife

charles_leclerc and i love being your husband

scuderiaferrari The Leclercs! 🏎️⚡️

carlossainz55 rayo mcqueen

charles_leclerc Have this discussion with my wife

leclerc_pascale je vous adore mes anges ❤️🙏

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

sebastianvettel Best wishes to you both! ❤️

arthur_leclerc I can’t believe i lost the bet. I can’t believe you got married

lorenzotl Pay up!

charles_leclerc You had a BET on this??

pierregasly some thought you wouldn’t get married! 🤷

charles_leclerc YOU TOO ????

landonorris like all of the grid, mate! I believed in you 💪

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daniel3.jpg Life is a highway!

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charles_leclerc I need that photo of Y/n 🙏

daniel3.jpg as you wish mr. mcqueen

yourusername LIFE IS A HIGHWAY 🗣️🗣️

charles_leclerc I WANNA RIDE IT ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!

yourusername IF YOU’RE GOING MY WAY

charles_leclerc I WANNA DRIVE IT ALL NIGHT LONG

daniel3.jpg oh god

georgerussell63 I can’t believe we heard that song for 4 days in a row

lando.jpg true, I AM DONE

daniel3.jpg they’re kinda crazy

alexalbon it’s scary how well they know it

maxverstappen1 and they have that choreography too

carlossainz55 it’s so bad

charles_leclerc stop, you wish you had a theme song

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lando.jpg Charles likes to be called McDaddy!

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charles_leclerc Lando what the hell

lando.jpg sorry for exposing you charles! ❤️❤️

yourusername LANDO OMG 😭😭

charles_leclerc That’s NOT true

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