#i mean that would mean you get full points for a race of 3 laps under the right conditions

[game-set-canet]

according to Ernst Hausleitner (Journalist for ORF) via Twitter: the rules regarding the reduced points allocation (article 6.5) only apply in the event of race suspension that cannot be resumed, and therefore full points are awarded and Max Verstappen is World Champion.

#f1 #but this rule is kinda bullshit?? #i mean that would mean you get full points for a race of 3 laps under the right conditions

[sixosix]

i want you for worse or for better | aether

synopsis your ex, aether, asks you to be his plus one; you were doomed from the very beginning.

tags wc 2.8k, gn!reader, modern au, profanity, getting back together, exes to lovers, humor bc i cant take my own writing seriously, ft 4GGRAVATE!!!

notes ty to @earthtooz and @naosaki helping me brainstorm w this one… our big brains were on the same wave while cooking.

Aether moved around a lot. He was never the type to settle down. It was in his blood to explore the world and leave only a trace of him behind. He was something like a hero, coming in at the worst time and leaving them better than before. You couldn’t say the same about his effect on you, though.

You told him of this before, and he slumped over and rested his head on your lap, “I don’t even mean to. Are you at least swept off your feet by my heroic deeds?”

“I was so charmed I only dated you because you have overthrown the government,” you said.

Aether had laughed then, and kissed you sweetly. You couldn’t fool him for a second—how you melted to the kiss spoke for itself. You loved him for so much more than that.

But you also knew that it wouldn’t last long. Aether warned you about it, too; you couldn’t even be mad. How could you blame anyone but yourself when you deliberately brushed past all the warning signs?

“I don’t stay,” Aether told you, at the time. “If you want to do this…”

“I know,” you said, at the time. “I know what I’m getting myself into. So will you just kiss me already?”

Well, you should’ve known, too, that falling out of love with Aether wouldn’t be as easy as falling in love with him. Not when he kissed you like he would never leave, anyway. You were doomed from the very beginning.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for a worryingly long time now,” Tighnari said, eyeing you from the top of his cards.

You were seated on Alhaitham’s living room couch, the four boys lounging on the floor playing TCG. Cyno was winning effortlessly against Kaveh, but against Tighnari, he found himself at a loss. Alhaitham was continuing Cyno’s winning streak on his behalf, while Cyno was down two rounds from playing with Tighnari. You had been playing, too, but your phone lit up and displayed a name that had you dropping your cards and hiding your screen from your friends’ view.

You bit your lip and reread the message for the third time. The previous texts had been months ago, with him wishing you a happy birthday. You replied with a Thank you and a red heart emoji, because the <3 emoticon felt too intimate.

“Aether texted me,” you murmured, then braced yourself for the explosion.

It was Kaveh that did. “Aether? As in your ex, Aether? That Aether?” Kaveh demanded.

“Do you know other Aethers?” Alhaitham quipped, then placed a card that had Kaveh clutching his head and groaning.

“Shut up,” Kaveh hissed, mostly because he lost. “The point is—that’s your ex! What did he say?”

You buried your face on the couch pillow, hating how your heart was racing. Like you were still in high school, or something, and not a full-grown adult who was having a crisis over their ex texting them. “He said hey are you up?, all lowercase, no comma.”

“No comma,” Kaveh repeated with a suspicious look on his face.

“No need to be so wary,” Cyno said. “His intentions don't appear to deliberately cause any 'comma-tion’.”

Tighnari’s ears dropped along with his face.

“Do you get it?” Cyno seemed proud that he was able to come up with that one right away. “There was no comma. It was a wordplay on commotion—”

“Did he also say what he was texting you for?” Kaveh interrupted loudly. “If he wants something, send a picture of us and tell him you’re busy.”

“Aether’s not like that,” you murmured in defeat.

Kaveh was making him out to be some sort of playboy. Aether wasn’t, which made you worry more. You didn’t want to entertain someone who left you, but you still cared enough to wonder if something came up and he needed you.

“You’re going to reply?” Tighnari asked.

“Yes,” you said, typing out a what’s up? and hitting Send. You didn’t know why you had butterflies in your stomach—you used to shower with Aether back when you were still together; there was no need to be so nervous. “He’s your friend, too, you know.”

“You were our friend first,” Kaveh said. “And he broke your heart. That’s not something to be taken lightly.”

You felt warm, a smile blooming on your face. “It’s okay. I wasn’t that affected.”

“You were,” Kaveh, Tighnari, and Cyno chorused.

“Fuck you,” you said, smile dropping.

Aether was typing again. You sat up straight and watched the three dots do the worm on the bottom of your screen. 

hi :) how are you?

Ugh. Furiously, you typed, aether spit it out. did something happen?

okay okay

You expected that he just wanted something. Something had to have come up for him to text you after months. That didn’t make it hurt any less, though. Maybe Aether was a playboy; the way he played with your feelings almost qualified him for it.

But then you think back to when Aether was still in Sumeru, lighting up the room, lighting up a fire in your heart. He was everyone’s favorite, too, not just yours. And even if Kaveh and the others denied it now, they hadn’t been able to deny him back then. Aether helped them out in ways they didn’t know how to repay. Aether made you so happy, to be thinking so negatively about him like this.

Aether sent: i’m invited to aymar’s wedding and i wanted to ask if you would agree to be my plus one

why me?

you’re the first person i thought of.

Perhaps he wasn’t in trouble—he was trouble enough. What were you getting yourself into?

i thought you didn’t want to get involved with Aymar anymore

i can’t turn down an excuse to eat free at a buffet

You sighed. You wouldn’t, either.

You frowned at your screen, wishing it was Aether in front of you instead. Maybe if you could read his expressions instead of reading between the lines of his texts, you could figure out why he invited his ex, of all the people he knew.

besides, Aether continued to text, this is probably aymar’s way of showing us that she’s over me. she has a groom now and all that

Aymar had the biggest crush on Aether, and she never hid it, even when you and Aether were dating. But despite her advances, she was a sweet girl who was just as infatuated with your ex as the rest of Teyvat was. Maybe this was her way of apologizing.

However—

she didn’t even invite me wtf

haha well is that a no?

“Guys,” you spoke up, grabbing your friends’ attention. Kaveh was still losing miserably. “Have you heard news of Aymar’s wedding?”

“Oh,” Kaveh looked thoughtful, “yes. We were invited.”

“What? Was I the only one not invited?”

“Maybe it’s because you got to date Aether and she didn’t,” Tighnari said.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, Aether’s asking me to be his plus one—and I’m going to say yes don’t look at me like that.”

Alhaitham, Cyno, and Kaveh wordlessly clear their expressions.

“Oh,” Tighnari frowned. “We weren’t planning on going.”

“We have to now!” Kaveh said. “We have to, if Y/N’s going.”

“Is this too much?”

You checked yourself out in the full-length mirror, performing a little twirl that had Kaveh clapping. Alhaitham sat beside him, briefly looking up from his book. Tighnari and Cyno were elsewhere, picking shoes for you that would be in the range of ‘cheap’ and ‘expensive, but not because I care about what Aether would think’.

“Of course not,” Kaveh said, giving a thumbs up. “You look great!”

You turned to Alhaitham next, who didn’t hesitate: “Looks good. Might as well wear yellow, too.”

You flushed hotly at his implications. “I’m not dressing up to impress him! This is a formal event, which he happened to invite me to—as friends.”

“Right,” Alhaitham drawled. He could at least pretend to believe you, but that would probably be asking too much from him already.

Kaveh nudged Alhaitham, with a bit more force than necessary. “Cut Y/N some slack.”

Alhaitham sighed imperceptibly, turning his full attention to you. “This would probably be the closure you needed,” Alhaitham said, and you recognized his way of comfort for the way it is. “You’ll find out that you’re over him after this.”

“You’re right,” you said, breathing in deep. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So,” Kaveh stood up. “Is that what you’re buying? Let’s make haste—Cyno reserved a spot in the line for you!”

Excitement bubbled in your chest as you held the fabric to your chest.

You were definitely not over Aether.

As soon as you felt yourself fidgeting nervously a block away from the ceremony, you knew. As soon as a car rolled in and he stumbled out of the car, tripping because he was waving at you, you knew that you were so not over him.

You tried to blame the heat of the sun for how warm you suddenly felt, but you could be referring to the other sun making his merry way to you, his smile bright, all teeth. His braid could almost be a tail from how it waggled as he jogged over.

“Hey,” Aether, charming and beautiful Aether, gold and warm—your ex, Aether—breathed out, “you look great.”

“You, too.” Aether looked maddening in a suit, in the best way possible. You felt lightheaded and choked out, “Very dashing.”

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Yeah,” you said, then turned away in case he saw the raw, unfiltered want on your face.

“Shall we?”

How cheesy. Still, you felt yourself flush as you linked your arms with his, like you were a couple. Kaveh was going to kill you—after he killed Aether first.

Aymar’s wedding was startlingly grand. You think she might just have invited the entirety of Sumeru; you might even find Lesser Lord Kusanali here, maybe. 

You found your friends and settled beside them while Aether awkwardly sat on the far edge. He seemed reluctant to have space from you, so you pulled him closer.

“Hey,” Tighnari greeted him. “How have you been? You stopped sending us letters.”

Aether looked extremely uncomfortable. He must be feeling Cyno’s stern stare. “Haha. Well, yeah.” 

The ceremony went as usual. The groom was someone you didn’t recognize; he looked like he was from Sumeru, all big and intimidating—the complete opposite of Aether. Aymar’s tastes changed drastically. All the same, you cheered along with the crowd when they kissed.

You haven’t been able to attend many weddings yourself, though you could always appreciate how emotional the newlyweds got. Vows were always the sweetest to hear. You’d never seen Aymar smile so wide before; then again, it was only fitting. This was her wedding day. Not that you’d know, though.

You glance to the side, catching Aether looking at the newlyweds kiss with an unreadable expression on his face. He looked like he longed for it, but that didn’t seem right. Weddings tied you down. Aether didn’t want to be tied down.

Kaveh clapped the loudest, which snapped Aether into clapping along as well.

You wondered what Aether was thinking. You wonder if he was thinking the same. Looking at the happy bride and the teary groom—could this have been you and him in another life?

Hah.

That’s a funny thought.

You bit your bottom lip to distract yourself from feeling your eyes go hot.

Aymar beamed at you two as she bounded over. “You came!” she said, though it was directed at you.

You wanted to tell her you weren’t even invited, but you felt like that would ruin the moment. Plus, it was literally her wedding. You were glad you ended up here after all the years you spent knowing each other. You smiled back, genuine, and leaned into her hug.

“Of course,” you said. “You look beautiful.”

Aymar blushed. “Thank you. You two look great as well!”

Aether shuffled beside you. “Thanks for inviting us.”

Aymar had that look in her eye that spelled suspicious.

But the past was the past. You weren’t going to get jealous when Aymar was quite literally married, and Aether wasn’t even your boyfriend anymore. “I’m glad you’re happy, Aymar,” you said.

Aymar glanced between the two of you, then finally at you. “I hope you find happiness, too, Y/N. Soon, hopefully.”

The reception started. While your friends were busy hoarding the food, you and Aether were left alone. He looked uncharacteristically nervous—it made you pity him. He was the one who asked you to come with him, but he must have felt out of place the entire time. Everyone thought he would never return, after all.

You traced the rim of your glass, hoping to appear nonchalant. “So, what have you been up to while at Fontaine? Finally moving off to Natlan?” you asked, then bit back a Find any other flings, too?

Aether sighed, twirling his champagne flute before taking a long sip. “Didn’t do too much, honestly. I spent most of my time there thinking.” His eyes flicked up to yours. “Lumine already found her place here in Teyvat, and I…”

Oh.

You were glad you held back from being petty while Aether was genuinely distressed over his journey to self-discovery. Again, you weren’t an asshole. And you still cared about Aether, despite everything, because he was hard to hate. With a sad face like that…

“Sorry,” you muttered. You didn’t mean to make him remember Lumine.

Aether laughed softly. “It’s not like that. It took me a while, but—I had already found my place, too. I was just too dumb not to realize it sooner.”

You wanted to chide him for calling himself dumb, but he was looking at you like he was waiting for you to get something. You blinked, feeling lost.

Aether tilted his head. “It’s with you.”

Your mouth hung open. “What?”

Aether went to repeat it, but Cyno and Tighnari had come back with plates heaping with food. Cyno had one on each hand, unabashed. He sat on his seat and said, in all seriousness, “We might have finished all the catering.”

Tighnari chuckled, “We didn’t, but you two should hurry and get your fill.”

You didn’t get another chance to talk with Aether privately during the reception, but it was still good fun. Aether seemed to warm up to your friends again—or, rather, your friends seemed to warm up to him again.

You shared laughs, food, and toasts with the newlyweds—but your favorite had to have been sharing glances with Aether all throughout the night.

You and Aether went ahead. Cyno and Tighnari didn’t seem surprised when you told them that you were letting Aether take you home, which would have certainly been a blow to your dignity had it been in any other situation.

“So,” you started, “what made you realize you wanted to get me back? Did you have some revelation while in Fontaine?”

“Yes, actually,” Aether said, his hands brushing against yours now and then. “For every sight and couple I saw, I just kept thinking about how you would’ve loved it there.”

“Oh.”

Aether looked bashful. The moonlight highlighted his blush well. “I thought it was because we had just broken up at the time, but I never stopped thinking about you.”

Aether kept going, but you were already sold. You already wanted to get back with him the moment he texted you with all lowercase and no commas. You were fooling no one. Not Alhaitham, not yourself. “What, so you want to take me to the City of Love?”

Aether looked at you fondly. “You would always be the first one I’d think of.”

“I curbed your wanderlust…?” You were fishing for it at this point, but being deprived of Aether’s affections for a long while did that to a person.

You felt outmaneuvered. Shouldn’t you be letting him chase after you a bit more? Why were you discarding your pride just like that? Over your ex?

Your not-ex-anymore now-boyfriend-again smiled. “You became my reason to stay.”

Well. You were doomed from the very beginning.

“Aether!” Paimon shrieked from the other room. “You have mail!”

“Alright, alright,” Aether sighed, lazily pulling himself up from his bed and trudging to the living room. Paimon held a brown envelope.

Aether opened it and withdrew the contents, puzzled.

“Ooh!” Paimon gasped. “Two invitations for a wedding? Is it for Paimon, too?”

Aether ripped the other envelope, heart stuttering at the sight of a familiar name inked on the vellum paper. He blushed. “This is—!”

“Huh? For Y/N?” Paimon snatched the invitation from Aether’s fingers. “Why was it addressed to us? Maybe they were mistaken…”

Aether read something on the back of your invitation. “I don’t think it was mistaken.”

Written with a ballpen, it said, Hi, Y/N! It’s Aymar! I don’t know Aether’s address and none of my colleagues seemed to know where his residence would be…? (Probably because Aether wasn’t even in Sumeru.) But I assumed you would be staying together, so here’s my invitation for you both—I hope you can come!

Aether recognized an opportunity when he saw one.

extras!

the ending was rlly vague so let me add: aether was planning to go back to sumeru for you already and the wedding invitation was a perfect excuse—he flew out back to sumeru literally the next day.

earthtooz was making out with alhaitham & art was making out w kaveh during the reception which is why they dont show up during the end thanks

cyno brought his tcg deck and made tighnari bring his own—thats what they did during the afterparty lol

don’t ask if paimon was floating or if she was on the ground. sometimes we dont have to question things.

aymar was a name i just grabbed from the list of sumeru npcs—i don’t actually know if i butchered her personality horribly. if i did, forgive me.

THANK YOU FOR READING HOPE U ENJOYED!! LMK WHAT U THINK <3333 comments/rbs get a kiss from aether

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #genshin x y/n #genshin impact

[httpiastri]

my little race winner – cn21

clement is there to cheer you on after your first f3 win.

genre: fluff

pairing: gender neutral f3 driver!reader x boyfriend!clement novalak

warnings: none

requested: yes!

author’s note: clement makes me weak in my knees… anyways let’s pretend there isn’t only like 40 minutes between the f3 and f2 feature on sunday hehe. and also, the use of “little” doesn’t necessarily have to describe the reader being small. i would cry (happy tears) if clement called me little even though i’m almost his height 🤭

f2/f3 masterlist

few feelings beat the feeling of winning a race.

especially when the race has been long, competitive, and more strategic than usual. especially when it's your first ever win in formula 3, in your first year of competing in the series.

today in silverstone, where formula 1 first started some 70 years ago, you've taken the win in the feature race of the weekend. starting from p8, you didn't have any big expectations, but you hoped for a good race and some points for the championship. despite losing positions in the first few laps, you worked your way up and – with some help from perfectly timed safety cars – you were able to overtake the leader with just a few laps to go.

and the feelings exploding in your chest as you went past the finish line before anyone else were unlike anything you’d witnessed before.

standing up on the front of your car, you raise your arms in the air as the cheers grow louder. your teammate gabriel bortoleto finished just behind you in second place, and he comes up right next to you and helps you down before patting your back. "great race, congrats!" he says, his smile visible even through the open visor of his helmet.

"you too!" you tell him, returning the smile before you both make your way over to your team members waiting for you at the fence.

you pull off your helmet as you watch gabriel go along the crowd first. he is lucky to have kept his helmet on, because not only does he get hugs and back rubs; several of the mechanics insist on slapping the top of his helmet as he passes. you hoped they would go easier on you, but being the winner of the race, they all celebrate you even louder and harder. you hug them all tightly, thanking them for their great work, before stopping a few seconds extra with your trainer who has a full-on speech prepared for you.

you assumed your trained would be the last person in line to congratulate you, but just as you part from hugging him again, you feel a new hand on your shoulder. there is something about the touch, something that feels familiar – you'd felt this hand on you thousands of times. you know instantly who it belongs to.

your mouth drops in surprise once you turn your head to the side, watching as your boyfriend flashes you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. you throw yourself onto him, your arms draping around his neck. "hey," he starts, pulling away just a little bit to look into your eyes. "great race!"

"did you see it all?" you ask, followed by a squeal when he nods. you pull him back into your embrace. "i'm so happy! so so so so so happy!"

as he holds you close, clement starts to place chaste kisses on your cheek and down your neck, the combination of his lips and the feeling of his stubble against your skin making you squirm in his hold. "you should be, you’re amazing." you lean back a little, taking his face into your hands. "i mean, i'm not sure what you did in turn fifteen in the first lap, you could've just taken the inside and- ouch!"

you pinch his cheeks jokingly when he starts tormenting you, wanting to stop the strings of critique flowing from his mouth. "you suck," you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

"oh, please, you love me."

his eyes twinkle with his smile, the white long-sleeve trident shirt hugs his muscles in just the right places while his racing suit hangs at his hips, and he looks far too good for someone who's just about to go sweat down an entire car for the next hour or so. how could you possibly stay upset with him?

you nod, reaching forward to place a quick kiss to his lips. "i do. and you love me too, i hope? despite my failures in lap one?"

a laugh bubbles from his chest. "most definitely." he gives you one more kiss before he looks at something right behind you. "i think they're calling for you. the podium awaits, and so on..."

you look back to see a worker waving for you to hurry up, so you turn back to your boyfriend. "oh. i'll see you after your race, then?"

he pulls you in for one last hug, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek. "my little race winner. i'm so proud," he whispers, and a slight blush spreads across your face at his words. once you part, he playfully pushes your shoulders towards the worker, not wanting you to hold up the ceremony anymore.

even more people congratulate you as you make your way through the building and towards the podium, but your mind is still stuck on something, and someone, else. you’ve managed to win your first ever race in f3, and to have clement by your side as you did it? how did you ever get so lucky?

few feelings beat the feeling of winning a race. but the feeling of standing on the podium, looking down at the crowd and making eye contact with clement, who's smiling like an idiot and cheering loudest of them all? that feeling's got to be in the top 3, at the very least.

#clement novalak #f1 #f2 #fluff #blurb #fanfic #fic #romance #imagine #x reader #x you #x yn #x y/n #x your name #drabble #boyfriend #love #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #screaming meals

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 742: Sudden death match!!

Pag 1

1: Woah, Danchiku, oh-

And Sugimoto-san too!?

2: They passed us so quickly!! Such high pace!!

Huh!?

They're doing some sort of serious race!?

3: I get it

4: I can feel it

5: This guy....!!

Pag 2

1: He's not giving up at all!!

Pag 3

3: Earlier, at the line, I thought I had won this race

I thought he was far behind me and would cross the line with his head hanging down

4: And yet....

Pag 4

1: He caught up to me....!!

2: The preliminary of this race was already done on the “second day”!!

3: That time, the result

5: was a draw!!

6: So it would be better to have a more precise result, wouldn't it

We'll decide it with this lap!! The rules are simple: the starting point line is 4km from here, the one who crosses it first wins!!

7: And then the loser shouldn't “surpass” the winner anymore!! Sugimoto-san!!

Pag 5

1: Imaizumi-san too!!

2: …. yeah

It's better to make it clear with a proper race like this

3: So you have no regrets....!!

4: Let's go!!

5: Crush him, Danchiku!!

Pag 6

2: At the same time....!!

Ah.... “at the same time” again!?

3: Seriously!?

Are you being for real, Sadatoki!?

Pag 7

1: You're just seeing things as you wish they were,since he's your brother!!

Oon!! No that's not it, on!!

It's true, Kaburagi, I saw it too

2: They arrived at the same time, Sugimoto stretched at the last moment

3: Kawada!!

It's “san”!!

4: Are you an accomplice too!!

What are you talkin abut

5: A- amazing, Sugimoto-kun

6: Amazing!!

Pag 8

1: “Amazing”, huh, Onoda

2: Imaizumi-kun....

Pfui

3: You thought Sugimoto would win? ….This race

Huh

4: You didn't think he would, that's why when we heard the results you could say “amazing”

Ah!!

5: I'm- I'm sorry Sugimoto-kun!! I didn't believe in you, even though you worked so hard....!!

Who are you yelling at

6: Me too

Pag 9

2: During these past four days.... Sugimoto worked hard, but, after their race on the second day and after seeing how remarkably stronger Danchiku has gotten

3: When they decided to do another race, I thought Sugimoto would definitely lose

4: Then, when the time came

5: If you lose, you feel better if you gave it your all, so

6: “So you have no regrets”

7: I said that

But

8: He turned it around

Sugimoto really is amazing

Pag 10

1: Even with no one believing in him, with only his own strength, he snatched a “draw” against Danchiku!!

Pag 11

1: Keep going!! Let's keep going with the race, Danchiku!!

2: Even though he's having such an hard time, he's still following me!!

3: Since earlier I've increased the pace many times

4: Garuaaa

Even if I tear him off

Pag 12

1: Every time

2: While saying

3: “Kuaa kuaa”

“Kuaa kuaa”

5: Kuaaa-

6: Kuaaaaaaa

He catches up to me

Pag 13

2: You keep following me....

3: No....

4: You're the one who said “please follow me”, Danchiku

Pag 14

1: Garuaaa!!

2: Ahhhh

Don't make fun of me, there's no way!!

3: Aaaaaaaa

4: Hiigaruaaaa!!

There's no way I'll lose!!

Pag 15

1: To Sugimoto-san!!

4: I was careless – I was careless and that's why he caught up to me!! The second time too!!

I won't be careless this time!!

Pag 16

1: Ill take a plunge firmly, throw my handles, and cross the line

2: At full throttle!!

The last curve!!

3: He's not following me anymore!! He's....

Pag 17

1: He's here!!

Cough cough

2: Kuaaaa

We're entering the final sprint!!

3: Dammit, this guy is gonna stretch from here!!

4: Hiigaruaaaaa!!

Take a plunge!!

5: Take a plunge!!

Pag 18

1: Throw your handles!!

Pag 19

1: Wooooah!!

No... wait, even now....

2: It's a draw!!

Ya!!

On!!

Woah

3: Dammit, what happened, Danchiku what are you doin!!

You should be much stronger..... should....

Pag 20

1: Don't tell me.... that Sugimoto-san.... is strong too!?

2: You.... you mean it's a draw for the third time!!

How long will they keep going, at this pace it won't ever end!!

3: …. no

5: It's a shame, but there's no time left...

6: This lap is the last

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 742 #i know this chap isnt supposed to be funny but it's so funny to me asdsdfsdghdjfl #extremely good but very funny at the same time #im sorry but kaburagi being so shocked at the end like'dont tell me.... that sugimoto-san is strong too!?!?!?' like??? #its ridiculous how they chose sugimoto bc they thought he was weak- like why would you chose a weak opponent and then act all high and migh #mighty???? it really says nothing good about you lmao #also onoda sdjmkdgsadhm he always believes in everyone but not sugimoto ;A; and the way imaizumi immediately pointed it out #'a-ha! so you didnt think sugimoto would win after all huh' 'yeah no dont worry me neither lol' #its sad and all but also so funny to me xD #sugimoto is the only one who 'won' without the power of friendship can you believe it #im so proud of him!! #but also at this point im very confused about whats gonna happen ???? #imaizumi said okay lets stop this now we dont have all day lmao #but what now then

[love-me-purple]

DANGANRONPA V3 CHARACTERS CUDDLING HEADCANONS

content warnings - none!

author's note - first official post from mod mikan! >:) also, i didn't include korekiyo here because i couldn't think of any headcanons for him. hope you enjoy!

[not proofread, feel free to point out any errors!]

Angie Yonaga:

Very touchy when it comes to her s/o

Needs that full-body contact

Likes to lay directly on top of her s/o

Gonta Gokuhara:

He's the big spoon obv

So his s/o is always warm and protected in his strong arms

His s/o is totally smiling btw

How could they not be?

Himiko Yumeno:

Favorite cuddles are when she's lying in her s/o's lap

She doesn't like cuddling when it's hot tho

Himiko's a heavy sleeper

Himiko also looks like a girl who doesn't keep still while she sleeps.

So good fucking luck lmao

Kaede Akamatsu:

Probably clingy

Her body is definitely naturally warm

Also have you SEEN her chest it would make the perfect pillow for cuddles

Her s/o coming home and her immediately pulling her s/o on the couch for cuddles >>>

But if her s/o has something to do first, she'll help them get it done faster (or just follow them around to be closer to them).

Enjoys both holding you and being held; she wants to feel like she's protecting her s/o but also finds solace in their soothing embrace

Kiibo:

He's a literal robot

Meaning that it would be mighty uncomfortable when cuddling thanks to his metal parts

But no worries

Miu makes something/alters kiibo's body so that it feels softer

FLUSTERED BABY <3 <3 <3

Kaito Momota:

His love language def is physical touch, so he'd be most willing to cuddle

Has a (semi) soft chest you could lay on during cuddles

He mostly likes being the big spoon, pressing his s/o's back to his chest so he's able to snuggle his face into the crook of their neck and press soft kisses along their skin, smiling if they giggle or try and playfully wriggle away from his affections

And his s/o sighs and snuggle closer bc it's so nice and warm and they feel safe and protected.

But just because he's normally the big spoon, doesn't mean he dislikes being held

Also, snoring. Although it doesn't really relate to cuddles, I see Kaito as a big snorer. Like even asleep he has to make as much sound as possible. He always denies it as well, even if his s/o had his head right next to theirs the whole night or even if they recorded him, he refuses any claims that he snores

Kirumi Tojo:

SOFT TOUCHES >>>

Likes listening to her s/o talking about their day

She'd probably kiss their forehead at random

Or their lips

Or their nose

Or just about any part of their body, really

Kokichi Ouma:

DEFINITELY clingy

Wants all his s/o's attention and affection

Will pout and whine if they don't give it to him

Loves plopping down on his s/o and putting his weight on them

She needs to trust her s/o a lot before even considering letting them touch her

Maki Harukawa:

Doesn't like to beat around the bush; so even if she finds it somewhat embarrassing and flushes adorably, she will straightforwardly ask for her s/o's attention when she wants it

She'd probably bare more of a resemblance to a kitten than an assassin during cuddling lol

Possibly clingy (depends on the day)

Miu Iruma:

Miu's heart always beats faster when her s/o lays right on her chest

Or maybe she just has a naturally rapid heartbeat

(It's absolutely racing)

Rantaro Amami:

Would scroll through photos of him and his s/o while they cuddle together

He's pretty chill

Whenever his s/o is lying down, be it on the sofa or in bed, he will always find a way to hold you to his chest

If his s/o is asleep by the time he gets to bed, he quietly sneaks underneath the covers and searches for them with his arms, wrapping around their waist and pulling them into his hold

Ryoma Hoshi:

Okay so

He's not one for PDA so cuddling is happening when him and his s/o are alone

But then he eventually gets more comfortable with cuddling his s/o

Really hesitant at first

He finds extreme comfort in knowing that he can hold his s/o close and that they're safe

Shuichi Saihara:

THIS BOI

He is so fucking precious okay?

Anyways

Has a fucked up sleep schedule, so his s/o has to practically force him to lay with them

Like, what if he makes them uncomfortable? (That's the LAST thing he wants)

His s/o is usually the first to cuddle up bc Shuichi is too hesitant to

But when he is the first one to cuddle up, he likes to run his fingers through his s/o's hair as they snuggle into his chest

Has a revelation that he loves his s/o during cuddles

(He has that revelation a lot)

Tenko Chabashira:

LOTS of blushing

Bc holy shit she wasn't expecting that

When her s/o snuggles up to her, she just stops breathing for a second

And when you throw her arm over her stomach she doesn't know what to do

If you play with her hair or massage her scalp, she's putty in your arms

Tsumugi Shirogane:

It's a bit awkward

LOVES to cuddle when it's cold

At least in the beginning

Likes to have her hair played with

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #headcanons #fluff #kaede akamatsu #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #kirumi tojo #tenko chabashira #angie yonaga #miu iruma #gonta gokuhara #kokichi oma #kaito momota #tsumugi shirogane #kiibo #maki harukawa #himiko yumeno #shuichi saihara

[neverchecking]

I offer some cute (and platonic) Wind content:

Obviously since he's a kid, Wind cant do what the other members of the chain do when it comes to spending time with Reader. Its unlikely that he even knows what goes on behind closed doors or secluded areas.

But he still wants Reader's attention so how does he do it? Simple. Sneak by and steal them away while everyone else is competing for their romantic affections.

In a cold area and the adults are fighting over who gets to snuggle with Reader near the fire place? Wind's challenging Reader to a snowball fight or sledding race.

Just arrived at an inn and theres debate on who Reader rooms with? Wind's getting them to catch fireflies in any empty bottles they have.

After all, Reader is probably one of the few people that let Wind be the kid that he is so why not return the favor? Though Reader is older surely they want times where they can have their inner child come out. That's what Wind can do and nobody else can.

And should any of the adults notice and try to protest (cause theyd probably get a bit jealous) all Wind has to do is go "And whats so important that I cant do this one little game with Reader?" knowing the answer will be extremely vague if whoever protests can even think of an answer.

Long story short: Wind is just as sneaky as the other members of the chain and will use the fact that he's a cute kid to his advantage.

THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US ANON

The Wind people are starving on this blog and I'm a little sorry. idk I just love platonic! Yandere! Wind sm and yet I still neglect him <3

Wind can get away with a lot more than the chain can bc Reader probably doesn't see him as part of the chain cult at first. And he's taking full advantage of it. while he is a kid, he isn't stupid. He doesn't know what goes on behind closed door, but it's probably less because he's blind to it and more because he doesn't wanna know. As long as he's getting his share of attention, who cares.

And he's using his age to get it. They can have the romantic affections, he doesn't care, but he's sure as shit using his status as the youngest to take Reader's time.

Oh the adults are fighting? That's cute. Wind already has a whole fort built and the only one allowed is Reader. Sucks for them. Wind for sure sleeps in Reader's lap just to piss off the others. And bc its comfy <3.

Oh, they wanna room with Reader? Reader doesn't need a room if they're outside, sleeping under the stars with Wind!

Idk if I mentioned this here or in my personal writing and I've finally gone delulu, but Wind is an older sibling. And, as an older sibling myself (Eldest daughter syndrome lets goo), to some extent your parents relied/ rely on you. I was my parents trial baby (my parents were teen parents if that clarifies). We learned and grew together. So Wind probably had to learn and grow with Aryll. He had to care for her when Granny could now. He grew up much too fast as both a sibling and when he was made into a hero. So when Reader lets him be the younger one?

He's clawing at the chance. Especially if it means taking away time from the others for time with him.

WIND CALLING THEM OUT AS HE SHOULD- And Reader just going like "No wait, he has a point." And none of the others would dare speak up against Reader

Wind being a chaos gremlin to get what he wants will forever live rent free in my head fofbfbn

#cinder rambles #Lu wind #Yandere Lu wind #He's the little brother you never knew you wanted #THIS IS ALL PLATONIC

[sunshinejeonglixie]

Coming Out - Bang Chan

tags: sfw, nonbinary reader, afab reader, coming out, anxiety, bang chan x reader, lots of comfort & softness from Chan, all around just sweet and wholesome even with the anxiety

a/n: I was gonna write all 8 parts of this into one post and just have it be a "coming out to skz as nonbinary" post but then I got halfway through this and decided it would be far too long to put them all in one so we're starting with Chan and going from there. I'll finish all 8 at some point (not tonight but probably within the next couple weeks all the parts will be done)

!!Everything written here is fiction, not meant to be taken as real life, if anything here makes you uncomfortable please just block & move on!!

You and Chan were a great couple, you’d been together for a little over 3 years now & everything was perfect. But then you started questioning your gender and in your mind everything came crashing down. After about 4 months of thinking and questioning, you’ve finally come to terms with the fact that you’re nonbinary.

You had no idea what Chan would think or what to tell him. You knew that he accepts lgbtq+ people of course, you both had multiple friends that were part of the community, but that doesn’t mean he’d still be interested in dating you. Your brain was just too full of all the what ifs. Everything that could change if you told him how you felt.

Finally, you decided to just rip the band-aid off and tell him. He needed to know. This was something important about you and you were honestly getting even more nervous the longer you waited so you needed to get it over with.

You picked a day when he wasn’t going to be super busy, and you had the day off so you could go over to the studio during his lunch break. You picked up your favorite food on the way, hoping it could bring you some comfort and calm your nerves. The walk up the stairs of the JYP building was extremely nerve-wracking, you almost turned back about 4 times before you finally got to the right floor. Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the studio door to find 3racha hanging out in there, an unexpected sight since Chan said he was working alone today.

“Ah! y/n!” Han smiles & waves

“Hey y/n!” Changbin leans around Han to wave as well.

“My baby!” Chan giggles, excited to see you.

“oooh, food for us?” Han reaches out to the bag in your hand.

“uhh no sorry guys, I only bought for Channie & I. I didn’t know you’d be here too.”

Han pouts but accepts it and moves back to where he was.

“We were actually getting ready to head out for lunch anyways” Changbin says, packing up his backpack and telling Han to grab his stuff too.

“We’ll work on it more later, yeah?” Chan asks as they walk out the door, both of them nod and head on their way.

As soon as the other boys are gone you’re reminded why you came here and the nerves set in again, trying to force your whole body not to start shaking.

“what’s wrong?” Chan asks, immediately sensing your anxiety.

Your mind races, no words come out and you can’t even think of a real sentence to start this conversation. Before you know it tears are falling from your eyes and Chan is pulling you into his lap in his chair, holding you close.

“Hey, take a deep breath, what’s going on? Talk to me please” Chan speaks softly.

You take a deep breath before finally just letting it all spill out.

“I feel like I’m not a girl and I know you probably hate me and want to break up so I should probably just go.” You ramble while trying to climb out of his lap, expecting him to push you out any second.

“Woah what?” Chan says before taking a second to process all that information you just threw at him.

Finally, he finds the right words to respond, pulling you back into his lap fully while you continue to cry.

“How long have you been holding all that in?” is the first question he asks, face and voice filled with concern.

“Like… 4 months probably” you hang your head, feeling slightly guilty you kept it from him all this time.

Hearing that, Chan’s heart breaks. The idea that you’ve been struggling all alone and feeling like you can’t come to him all that time makes him hurt.

“I understand if you want to break up Channie…” you say, not knowing what to do with his silence.

“What?! No! Why would I want to break up?” He genuinely sounds confused.

“Because you like girls… and I’m not that.”

“Baby no I love you for you. If you feel like you’re not comfortable as a girl then it’s my job to take care of you the best I can and help you.”

You melt at his words, just curling into him closer. So thankful that he’s not upset with you and doesn’t want to leave you. After a bit of silence and just trying to settle your anxiety, Chan speaks up.

“Do you want to use different pronouns?”

“I would prefer to use they/them pronouns.”

“What do I call you now? Like not my girlfriend anymore but what do you want instead?”

“I haven’t thought about it much, I think just partner is fine.”

“Are you wanting to change your name?”

“No, I’m ok with it now.”

Chan pauses, thinking of more questions that could be important.

“Should I just say baby now instead of baby girl?”

“Yeah I’d like that” you get a little shy, just loving that he loves you so much and cares about how to make you comfortable.

He pauses again, obviously thinking about something.

“What is it Channie?”

“Earlier this week, I called you a good girl when we were uhm yaknow…” he trails off, ears red with embarrassment.

“Channie just say it please” giggling and rolling your eyes about how he has no shame when you guys actually have sex but afterwards he can’t even say what you did without looking like he’s going to burst into flames from embarrassment.

“You know what I mean. But when I said that you kinda like, zoned out or something. Took a second to get you back in the moment I mean. Is this why?”

“Yeah…” You feel bad because you really do love the praise, just not the gendered portion of it.

He sighs, disappointed in himself more than anything. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable so knowing he did, and he didn’t even think much about it makes him mad at himself.

Noticing his sadness, you try to comfort him a bit.

“Channie there’s no way you could’ve known it would make me uncomfortable you say that all the time, how are you supposed to suddenly know?”

“I should’ve noticed babe; I’ve been your boyfriend for 3 years I should be able to tell when something’s changed.”

He pulls you even closer, if that’s even possible at this point with how tight he’s holding you, and just takes a deep breath before talking again.

“Shit I probably sound like this is all about me and how I feel, I’m sorry my baby it’s not about me” he apologizes.

“No no it’s ok Channie I understand what you meant; I know this is an adjustment for you too.”

The two of you continue to sit together in a comfortable silence for a while before you hear footsteps and the door opening with Han and Changbin returning to work again.

“Ewww get a room” Han jokes, seeing you in Chan’s arms.

“Uh believe it or not this isn’t your studio.” Chan reminds.

“Technically they had a room already.” Changbin points out.

“Ay woah Changbin hyung you’re supposed to be on my side.” Han whines

“Now why would I do that?”

“Alright alright quit whining I’ll let you guys work” you say, starting to get up before Chan pulls you back down quickly.

“Don’t leave yet baby” he pouts.

“Chan you guys have work to do.” You scold while laughing.

“I can work while you’re here.” He argues.

“Bullshit you cannot.” Changbin points out.

“Yeah hyung last time you tried to work with her here it took like a week longer to get the song done.” Han agrees.

Chan notices you cringe just a bit at Han referring to you as “her”, running his hands through your hair to comfort you a bit before leaning down and whispering to you.

“Do you want to tell them? Should I?”

“You please… I can’t do it all again myself today.”

Chan clears his throat before speaking up over Han and Changbin who had moved on to some other random topic.

“Actually, Hannie it’s them, not her.”

“Huh?” Han had completely forgotten anything he’d said more than 30 seconds before

“You said her, referring to y/n. They actually use they/them pronouns now.” He tells them.

“Oh, sorry y/n!” Han smiles

“Cool, good to know.” Changbin says before they move back to their conversation.

You smile, hiding your whole face in Chan’s chest, just so overjoyed that your boyfriend loves you exactly as you are, and his friends are cool with it too. You know he’ll take care of you and protect you no matter what against anyone and it makes you feel so safe and warm inside.

#fanfic #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #skz #sfw #coming out #nonbinary reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #skz fluff #bang chan #seo changbin #han jisung

[blackacre13]

i love the o8 crew finding out about loubbie, but may i request the crew finding out about loubbie + rose fucking? maybe either by walking in on them or seeing a mark or finding something or whatever. because i think i think that would be a completely new and different can of worms

“Well,” Daphne hummed. “Would you look at that. Seems our little Rosie isn’t so innocent after all,” Daphne grinned smugly, studying the older woman as she looked up at the starlet in horror, the spoon from the Nutella jar still on the tip of her tongue.

She’d been caught. Red handed. Well, purple necked, it seemed.

“Rose!” Amita gasped. “That’s not a hickey, is it?” She shrieked, barreling over, with Constance racing not too far behind as both tried to study Rose, even Nine peeking over the screen of her laptop to steal a glimpse at what was sending everyone over the edge with giddiness.

“It’s no one’s business,” Tammy sighed, rolling her eyes at the group. “Unless,” she started, looking between Debbie and Lou, who were leaning over the blonde’s vinyl collection alternating between bickering and making out instead of actually selecting something to listen to.

“Unless what?” Constance whispered, eyeing Tammy suspiciously as she watched Tammy watch her closest friends, trying to look between the two scenes as confusion grew on her face. “Why are we staring at them?” She whispered, cupping her hand around Tammy’s ear like a child as she did so.

“Because those two are always up to something,” Tammy grumbled. “And you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

“Yeah,” Constance snorted. “Cause could you imagine like some old ass dog tryna jump through a hoop or some shit—“ Constance started as Tammy’s knowing eyes narrowed on the younger girl until the point seemed to come across. “Right,” Constance nodded. “Metaphors. Similes. Verbs. Got it.”

Tammy cleared her throat, closing the book on her lap as she looked across to Rose on the adjacent couch, all too curious to see if her suspicions were correct.

“Rose,” Tammy smiled sweetly, clearly up to something. “I know it isn’t any of our business, of course, but if you wanted to share the details with us, I mean, who better to trust than a group of women you could’ve quite literally gone to prison for?”

Tammy didn’t miss the way Rose anxiously looked back towards Lou and Debbie before her attention snapped back to Tammy, looking like she wanted to shrivel up and pass away right then and there. Daphne wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but she knew Tammy was pushing, and she loved to be part of anything persuasive, already prepped to jab at the brunette until she broke down and confessed.

“That’s quite the hickey, Rosie.”

“Who’s the guy?” Amita asked, getting excited.

“Or lady,” Nine coughed.

“I, er, don’t think it’s best that I—I’d rather keep it to myself, ladies,” Rose mumbled, capping the Nutella as she looked back at Lou and Debbie once more, as if seeking help, the other two completely oblivious to her desperate glances.

“Funny,” Tammy mused. “Looks sort of like that mark Deb had a few weeks ago.”

“Hardy har,” Amita rolled her eyes. “We all know what Lou’s hickeys look like. No need to remind us, Tam.”

Tammy simply sat back in her chair, raising her glass of wine to her lips slowly as she took a sip, waiting for it. 3…2…

“Wait, wait, wait,” Daphne spoke, holding her hands up. “Is Tammy saying that—“

“That this is my handiwork? Or better yet, tongue work?” Lou sighed from afar, finally seeming to be paying attention just in time for Debbie to swat at her arm, her face full of warning.

“All I’m saying, is that Lou and Debbie used to do this thing,” Tammy spoke innocently, tossing the couple a wink. “When there was someone they liked for a job who, I don’t know, wasn’t quite convinced….”

“Tammy, shut your mouth,” Debbie hissed, coming closer towards the couches as Lou tried to tug her back gently by the wrist.

“Why don’t you do it for me, Deb?” Tammy smirked, putting the glass of wine back down on the coffee table. “After all, that’s just what I was getting at.”

“Dude, Mom and Tammy were a thing?” Constance whispered, looking at Nine for confirmation, who had now shut her laptop and was looking around the room, between all the women as if this were a dramatic scene in a play unfolding around them.

“Deb and Tam and Lou,” Nine whispered.

“Sick,” Constance breathed.

“God, that is sick,” Amita added, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

“I think it’s hot,” Daphne shrugged. “But wait, are you saying that—“

“I mean, Rose, I love you, you know that,” Tammy smiled gently. “But we all know how nervous you can get, and surely, Lou and Deb had to do some persuading to talk you into doing this in the first place. Am I right? And I mean, once you’ve been sandwiched between those two once….I wouldn’t blame you,” Tammy shrugged as Amita’s jaw fell open.

“You don’t have to confirm or deny anything, love,” Lou whispered defensively as she squeezed Rose’s shoulder, but she’d given the group confirmation enough as Tammy smiled proudly.

“You two never change do you?” Tammy sighed, raising her glass in cheers out of triumph. “Three’s company, am I right?”

#queue #blackacre13 #ocean's eight #oceans eight #oceans 8 #ocean's 8 #lou miller #Debbie ocean #rose weil #Daphne kluger #amita #nine ball #tammy #constance #Lou Miller x Debbie ocean #Debbie Ocean x lou miller #lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #lou and debbie #Debbie and lou #lou and deb #deb and lou #lou x deb #deb x lou #lou x Debbie x tammy #Debbie x Lou x tammy #tammy x Debbie x lou #tammy x lou x debbie #tammy x debbie #Debbie x tammy

[ferrariapologist]

a few clear-headed thoughts on the monaco gp - i’ll try to be short: 

1. shit wasn’t looking good since the very beginning. rain. in monaco. i guess fate is really testing charles. but things were going incredibly smoothly until ferrari decided to pull a typical ferrari stunt. 

2. aaaand strategic mistakes cost charles his long awaited monaco win! old memories come flooding back some would say. and that is not ok. there were too many mistakes that almost made ferrari look like amateurs. everything that went wrong yesterday wasn’t obviously about carlos not being a good teammate, but it was about ferrari being shit at this. carlos made his call, and went with it, but then, you - team of current race leader and current title contender is relying on - put HIM on the defensive strategy, once the other driver refused to stop. that is absolutely madness to me. carlos’ strategy, who might’ve been correct, cannot cost him the win.

3. not wanting to make the hierarchies clear will be a problem sooner or later. i agree that, at least at the beginning of the season, both drivers should be in an equal position, but at some point, you need to be clear about it. just like how redbull and mercedes have been doing, and guess what? they did win. and they’ve also won by adopting a line in which there is a first driver and second driver. carlos made mistakes. he’s far back in the championship, and if i were to choose one ferrari driver to bet on the title, well, i don’t think i’d go for him. and by this, in no way i mean carlos should bottle a win if he’s faster, or shit like that. just, charles shouldn’t have his race compromised because he refused to go for the defensive strategy so they went with charles - which by the way, was only one of the many mistakes. 

4. to mention the madness that went on online, i just don’t understand how anyone can criticize charles. you need to have a team that is going to have the best strategy ready for you, you can’t possibly do everything yourself. championships aren’t won by drivers alone.

5. thinking about what it could’ve been, won’t bring us anywhere. there’s an italian saying that goes “history isn’t made with ifs and buts”, and it couldn’t be truer. sometimes it simply is what it is. teams are bound to make mistakes, and the drivers as well (imola, for example). this is what sports are about, i guess it wouldn't be so funny if everything went smoothly all the time. the season, as we’re getting used to hear, is still quite long, the gap isn’t huge, and if there’s any driver who can compete against max and do magic it is charles. 

6. i want to believe ferrari will learn from their mistakes, i really want to believe this shitshow will somehow make them come back stronger as a team. but most importantly i really hope they won’t let the driver who has put all his talent and faith in their hands down again. they owe him big time. 

7. final thoughts on charles - yes, mind full of charles leclerc and charles leclerc only - best of the worst, possibly one of the very few good insights of the weekend, i would say we did semi-destroy the monaco curse by seeing the checkered flag - not fully, because how does one go from first to fouth in monaco - and that for sure is an improvement. and once again charles proves to be one of, if not *the*, the best qualifiers of the grid. and that very final lap in q3, the one that never was, oh what was he about to do. pure magic. chapeu. overall he’s in splendid form, couldn’t have done anything better in the last two gps despite being this unlucky. i think we might have to go back to lourdes. 

8. also i just wanna have a nice talk with albon and ask him if he knows how blue flags work. mf thought he was fighting for the win or smth? and the fact that he didn’t even receive a penalty - it wasn’t even noticed by the race direction i think - despite charles shouting about it on the team radio. really funny. he’s lucky ferrari fucked up real bad and is the main source of pain right now. 

9. the track needs to stay on the calendar. for plenty of the reasons, but above all, charles needs to have his monaco win and put that damn gold throphy on his piano. i won’t have peace until this happens. 

10. last but not least kudos to redbull for once again being smart with the strategy and congrats to checo! 

#monaco gp 2022 #charles leclerc #f1 #scuderia ferrari #well this is longer than i planned it to be. no one is going to read this but i mainly needed to write this for my own sanity.

[sweetteaz]

Race Thoughts(Interlagos)(longggggg post warning)

Another Ferrari strategy disaster class is looking immanent

Great start form Lewis and George

And a crash before the first lap is even finished

Really sucks for Kmag it looked like both cars could've kept going if Daniel hadn't hit him after the spin

Yeah that crash was entirely on Daniel

Nooooooo Lewis, and of course it's Max who hits him

Chaos!!!!!!!

Absolutely insanity

Charles :(, honestly I missed the contact at first and just though he had just spun out

Surprised that he is able to keep going thought he would be out for sure

Common Lewis you can bring this back

11 laps and better than Mexico by a mile

Penalties for Max and Lando, fair

Carlos' car is smoking in the pits also a super early pit stop for mediums most the softs are still on

Okay it was tear off I think?????

Bottas is also having a solid race he’s made up some solid places

Carlos!!!!! Some great overtaking

It’s looking like George has this in the bag

The Ferrari has definitely gotten over the pace issues they had last week

Stop the race!!!!!!! Ham, Rus, Vet

Alpha TEAM under investigation?????

These Mercedes are absolutely flying

Mick/Alpha pit drama!!!!!!

Some odd strategy from Ferrari yet again but nothing terrible so far just strange

Also lots of great overtaking today just some phenomenal racing

Mercedes 1-2??????? Looking positive

Mercedes strat seems to be fuck Sergio Perez

George wtf does that mean, no soft or NO soft

Charles has hade such a solid recovery drive so far

Some solid defense from Checo but ultimately Lewis has a slipstream and DRS

How many times are they gonna pit Charles

So many pit stops like someone is almost always in the pits

That was some odd decision making from Mercedes, Lewis had some great pace and his tires was fine so why pit him

Okay so it is softs for George

Okay it appears that Mercedes does know what they doing

It’s looking like it’s gonna be Carlos vs Checo for 3rd

No Toto :(

Kevin is apparently still stuck on the track

Nooo Lando and on his birthday :(

This race has had some insane strategy I don’t understand a single thing that is happening

Full safety car now could be interesting

This safety car is taking forever

Estie getting feistie on the radio over team orders

Okay it’s finally over

Another great start from George

Charles podium?????

Insanity!!!!!!!!

How on earth did they not make contact(Carlos & Checo)

This is looking like George’s to take

Charles has had such a great rescue drive

WTF is up with Yuki cause he’s over a minute behind Lattifi

Checo is just falllllling back

WTF why are they telling Max to pass Checo he needs the points way more, Max has already won

Charles is asking for Carlos’ position!!!

Max is being asked to give back position

Great for George!!!!!!!

Who doesn’t love a first win!!!!!

Max is such a fucking brat everything is handed to him constantly and he never repays the favor

Charles was also lowkey being kinda bratty(apparently the position switch was agreed too before the race but orders where never relayed to Carlos)

Some massive interteam fighting this weekend

Seb really got screwed from P3 to P11

The drama from this weekend alone is enough for at least 3 DTS episodes

#10/10 race #I was on the edge of my seat the entire time and pole sitter won #Also do I want Lewis to keep the record alive yes #but common who doesn't love a first win. #formula 1 #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #sebastian vettel #daniel ricciardo #f1 #brazil22 #brazilian gp 2022 #carlos sainz #sergio perez #kevin magnussen #esteban ocon #nicholas latifi #yuki tsunoda #mercedes #ferrari #toto wolff #alpha romeo #mick schumacher #race thoughts

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 126/306

2013 Indian GP

Seb can (probably will) win the WDC here. The only way he won't is if he DNFs.

It's foggy it seems.

Lewis is third on the grid. On the driver's parade truck Natalie Pinkham is trying to put a scarf/sari thing on him but he won't let her.

He says "I had it already, I just took it off!" he laughs. She asks why, "you looked fantastic!" (She herself is dressed in some kind of sari). Lol. He knows it's not okay. He says "it didn't feel mmhhhngg", she finishes for him : "a bit itchy."

I don't think that was the problem but okay. They agree the Indian fans are fantastic and he says he's happy to see so many people here but the stands are half empty and they’re barely making any noise. He says the crowd is growing every year. They already know they won't be here next year, but he hopes they'll come back at some point. Omg it's so cringe. She says "so you think you could come back in 2015? These guys would certainly like to see that," and then, louder, to the stands, "wouldn't you?" Nobody answers. Lewis says he really would like to be back, the track is really nice, he's had a nice week. The people are so welcoming… We hear some noise from the crowd now, maybe there's a delay, idk. Lewis encourages people from everywhere to come to this race because the hotels are fantastic and you're being looked after (I mean… you are for sure but you're a driver my boy). Natalie says Seb looked like he was in a league of his own during quali but can Lewis challenge him today? He says "naturally… on pure pace? no way.”

“But strategy can play a part today, obviously the start... we can possibly get him at the start, that would be amazing." But in the end he says he has a lot more grip than they do, it's just a different car, so they're gonna do what they can but basically his ambition seems rather modest : to give them a fight at the start and then hold the others behind. 

Okay so. Seb needs to finish 5th or higher but even if he DNFd or was out of the points, Alonso would need to finish in the top 2 to still be in the running so yeah. Lol. It's over. It's been over for a while anyway. 

Full quali report. Grosjean was out in Q3 because he went out on the wrong tyres and fucked up. McLaren got both their cars in the top 10 for the first time since Monza and decided to qualify them on the mediums, which put them in 10th and 9th. Ferrari and RedBull weren't sure what was best so they split their strategies. Alonso and Webber were on the mediums, Alonso is in 8th and Webber in 4th. Massa did better than his team-mate on the soft tyre and he's in 5th position. Lewis as we said is 3rd, while Rosberg outqualified him. Seb is on pole on the soft tyres.

Paul Di Resta seems to have been ill during the week as he now says he's feeling better, apparently because of some curry or whatever. 

Aha but Redbull is now hurrying to change some gears on Seb's car with permission from the FIA. 

We get a segment about world champions and records and such. In 2013, there's been 32 World champions in the history of the sport. Only 6 have won the title twice. Only 5 thrice. And only 3 have won four titles. Seb is about to be the 4th to do so. 

Also note that Seb has led every single lap raced in India so far.

Okay it's time. Formation lap. 

And they're racing! 

Oh my god Lewis has an incredible start it almost looks like he jumped it, but he didn't. He's already ahead of Nico. There's yellow flags. A few corners later, the two Mercedes are wheel to wheel but here comes Massa AHEAD OF THEM BOTH! Lewis is now behind Rosberg as well damn. At the end of the first lap, Seb is already 2.5 seconds ahead of Massa. Several cars pit, there must have been contact and punctures maybe. No, Ted tells us at least for one of them this was entirely strategic to get the soft tyres out of the way. Seb is told to box as well! Alonso gets a nose change. So it's Massa in the lead now, one second ahead of Rosberg while Lewis is only half a second further down. Webber got contact twice in the first lap, he's P6, Seb is P15, Alonso is P20. Remember that Alonso has to finish in the top 2 or Seb wins the title. Webber pits. Jenson pits. Amazingly the current top 3 is still out on the softs. Raikkonen is starting to struggle on this tyre so it won't last. Rosberg pits indeed. Raikkonen pits. Massa and Lewis are still out… Massa is called in. Lewis pits. It's all messy then I don't know what the real order might be. Let's see… 

So on lap 10, we have Webber in the lead (pitted), followed by Perez, Ricciardo, Grosjean and Sutil (who I all presume didn't pit??? But who knows). Then there's Seb (pitted), Gutierrez (not?), Massa (pitted), Bottas (?), Rosberg and Lewis (pitted), Hulkenberg (pitted), and see it's all messy I don't know who pitted and who didn't. 

Seb overtakes Sutil. Alonso attacks JEV who defends for P16. Rosberg overtook Bottas for P9 but Lewis hasn't yet. Seb is up in P4 ahead of Grosjean. Lewis is still P11 behind Bottas. Gutierrez is under investigation for a jump start??? I'd like a replay… Seb overtakes Ricciardo for P3. Grosjean pits, he was on softs, now on mediums. Lewis is finally up in P10. Took him long enough. Gutierrez gets a drive through for the jump start. We see a replay but as I don't know where Gutierrez is, it doesn't help me lol. Oh yeah OK, we see a replay from Grosjean's car that make it obvious now. He started early then braked and then went again. Anyway Grosjean pitting puts Lewis in P9. Then someone else must have pitted because the Mercedes are up another place. Ah it's Gutierrez's drive-through actually. 

Lap 20. Seb overtakes Perez for P2. He's now 11 seconds behind Webber. Alonso overtakes Gutierrez for P13. Oh it was daring, he's lucky Gutierrez moved over to give him room, others wouldn't have done that. Rosberg overtook Massa but went too deep to keep that position. Ohhhkay here we can finally have a look at the tyre situation let me pause. 

Alright. So Webber is in the lead on mediums, hasn't pitted yet actually. Then Seb, pitted. Perez, Ricciardo, Sutil, all not pitted, on mediums. Then Massa, Rosberg and Lewis, all pitted. Bottas, not. And Hulkenberg finishes the current top 10, pitted. Behind him are Raikkonen and Di Resta, both pitted and then Alonso who weirdly went from mediums to mediums actually? That's gonna be a weird strategy for him. 

Raikkonen is attacking Hulkenberg but locks up. But actually Hulkenberg might have gained a position against Bottas by going off track. Penalty incoming I guess? Rosberg is closing on Massa again and Lewis is in his DRS zone as well. But Rosberg pits! He's out in P13, ahead of Grosjean. Webber pits from the lead, he's out in P2. Perez also pits, out in P7, behind Lewis and Massa who didn't react to Rosberg's stop. 

We're halfway through the race. Grosjean is under investigation for swerving behind Gutierrez (the more than one change of direction rule). What's weird is that it's usually the one being chased doing that rather than the one chasing. Perez attacks Lewis but Lewis defends. Nope, he gets him in the straight. They need to pit him I don't understand why they kept him out it makes no sense. Massa pits. Lewis pits. They just kept them out for what, one or two more laps? That's stupid. Alonso also pits. Seb is called in as well. So. Webber, Seb, Ricciardo, Sutil, Perez, Hulkenberg, Raikkonen, Bottas, Rosberg, Grosjean. Massa and Lewis are 11th and 12th because their teams didn't react, that's so stupid. Welp it's not looking like a good race for Mercedes anyway. Alonso overtakes Jenson for P13. Webber pits. Seb is back in the lead, and actually Webber is out behind Ricciardo. Hulkenberg and Bottas are under investigation for that track limit issue earlier. Ricciardo pits. Seb is told to mind his tyres. Rosberg is up in P5, Lewis up in P8, no P9, he couldn't make his move on Ricciardo stick. Raikkonen overtakes Sutil for P3 while Alonso pits again. Pic retires. Webber is losing the gearbox HE'S OUT. It's lap 40.

Rosberg overtakes Sutil for the podium while Lewis is P7, closing on Massa. Sutil finally pits and is out in P9. Lewis is losing again on Massa. No further action against Grosjean for swerving around. Raikkonen is told to save fuel. Alonso is still out of the points. 

It's lap 50, Lewis is still behind Massa. It's driving me crazy tbh. Only 10 laps to go. Rosberg overtakes Raikkonen for P2. 5 laps to go. I can't believe Lewis is still stuck behind Massa wtf is that about. HE ACTUALLY IS BEING OVERTAKEN BY FUCKING PEREZ IN HIS FUCKING MCLAREN I am so. frustrated. Well it doesn't last, but still. He's been trying to overtake Massa for 15 fucking laps for that ahhhh man. Is he sleeping or something? On the radio he says the rear tyres are gone but bro. Everybody's tyres are gone. Anyway Grosjean overtakes Raikkonen for P3. But Raikkonen resists and on the radio Grosjean complains : "Come on guys!". "We are telling Kimi" is the answer. Grosjean is ahead again. Massa overtakes Raikkonen as well. His tyres are truly gone. Perez overtakes Lewis but Lewis overtakes Perez. 3 laps to go. Lewis attacks Raikkonen. Perez overtakes them both and Lewis follows. But wait, now Lewis has the DRS. 2 laps to go. They're side by side but he can't make it past. It's the final lap. 

And it's the end of the race. 

Seb wins the race and the WDC, RedBull wins the WCC. Rosberg is P2 and Grosjean P3 after gaining 14 places. Impressive. Lewis is P6. 

And I know this rewatch isn't about Seb but let us take a moment still.

He fights his way through the crowd to the podium damn. What a moment. Can't wait to see Lewis win titles again in this rewatch AND in our current time. And he cries, he cries. I can't imagine such joy.

In his interview, Lewis first ignores the questions to congratulate Seb. "Four time World champion is pretty awesome".

He says with a more serious face that on their side it's good they scored points but it was a pretty poor race for him.

He says the car felt okay but it was a bad race, it happens.

She asks how much of an achievement it is for Sebastian, especially being so young. "Well he's now in the legendary books," he smiles again. "He already was so… but to win at such a young age, I think he's only 26, it's pretty phenomenal.”

“He's broken quite a few records these years, so you know I'm really happy for him, I'll try and catch him at some stage, he's probably too busy for now." Hah! That's a nice double meaning there hehe.

Anyway. Seb was given a reprimand because he did not drive straight to Parc fermé after the race and Redbull was fined €25k for not instructing him to do so adequately. (Basically because he did donuts and they didn't tell him to stop lmao, stay mad FIA, stay mad). 

#f1 #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #vro0m's race reviews #2013 #2013 indian gp

[storiesagehumileation]

The thieve in a bouncer

The vivid scarlet of Steve's face mirrored the color of his bare, exposed bottom as he stood in the shop window, bent over and crying. He trembled, knowing that his humiliation was only beginning.

"Please, I'm begging you, don't do this," Steve whimpered as the support worker flexed her hand, preparing for the first slap.

"Too late for that now," she replied coolly, bringing her hand down with a resounding smack. Steve's scream pierced the air, but it didn't deter the support worker from continuing. One after another, each slap stung like fire on his unprotected skin.

"Please...stop!" Steve choked out between sobs. His mind raced, struggling to find something, anything that might save him from this nightmare. But as the count reached 100, the punishment finally ceased.

Gasping for breath and rubbing his throbbing backside, Steve tried to regain some semblance of composure. However, the support worker quickly spun him around, forcing him to face the passersby on the street outside. The sight of their smirking faces only deepened his shame.

"Put your thumb in your mouth and dance, baby boy," the support worker commanded.

With tears streaming down his face, Steve did as he was told, awkwardly swaying his body to the tune of nursery rhymes that rang through the air. A nursery bonnet materialized on his head, and a pacifier was shoved into his mouth, completing the humiliating ensemble.

"Look at the little thief all dressed up like a baby," cooed one passerby, pointing out Steve's bright red bottom to her friends. Laughter echoed around him, further isolating Steve in his misery.

Why did I think I could get away with it? Steve thought bitterly, unable to escape the mocking gazes. My life is ruined, all because I couldn't resist the temptation. As each humiliating moment ticked by, Steve vowed to himself that if he ever escaped this torment, he would change his ways for good.

3 - 4

Steve's face turned beet red as the support worker announced to the growing crowd outside the shop window that he had been caught stealing nappies from the Mother and Babies Store. The judgmental stares pierced through him, and Steve knew his life would never be the same after this humiliating ordeal.

"Since you wanted those nappies so badly," the support worker taunted, "you'll spend the entire day in this shop window being treated like the baby you apparently want to be."

"Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me," Steve whimpered, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as the support worker grinned sadistically.

"Too late for that, baby boy."

With a firm grip, the support worker seized Steve by his willy and guided him towards her lap. She sat down and forcefully positioned him against her chest, his face pressed into her blouse while his manhood lay trapped between their bodies. Desperate sobs escaped him as he sucked his thumb, unable to tear his gaze away from the smirking faces of the onlookers.

Why did I do it? Steve thought miserably. One stupid mistake, and now I'm utterly ruined.

"Aw, poor baby's crying," the support worker mocked, tapping his reddened bottom lightly with her hand. "Well, you should've thought about that before you decided to steal."

"Please... let me go," Steve choked out, his voice muffled by his thumb. "I've learned my lesson. I'll never steal again, I promise."

"Ha! Your promises mean nothing now," the support worker said dismissively. "You brought this upon yourself, and you're going to see it through to the end."

Steve continued to weep openly, feeling completely and utterly broken. He wished desperately that he could escape this nightmare, but there was no way out. All he could do was endure the humiliation and pray that the day would pass quickly, leaving him with only the bitter memory of his disgrace.

5 - 6

The sensation of a full bladder tore Steve from his shameful resignation, forcing him to make eye contact with the support worker. "I... I need to go to the toilet," he whispered, the mortification evident in his trembling voice.

"Ask like a baby, or you're not going anywhere," she replied, her stern gaze daring him to defy her.

Steve gulped, his face flushing even redder. "I need a... wee wee," he stammered.

"Again," she demanded, clearly enjoying his humiliation.

"I need to go potty!" Steve shouted, tears streaming down his face as he did as he was told.

"Good boy," the support worker said with a wicked grin, standing him up and marching him to the center of the room. She lowered him onto a small potty, pushing his willy into it while maintaining an unyielding grip on his arm. As he relieved himself, she began singing a mocking nursery rhyme, drawing even more attention from the passing pedestriansThe indignity of the situation was almost too much to bear.

He, a grown man, treated as though he were a helpless babe. His face burned with embarrassment as his willpower, his independence - the very essence of his manhood - was stripped away.

His willy, once a symbol of virility and strength, now seemed to mock him. It lay there, inert and lifeless in the sterile white grip of latex gloves. The cold touch sent shivers up his spine, making him feel more exposed than ever before. The lack of control over this intimate part of himself was nothing short of mortifying.

Each pinch and prod felt like an assault on his dignity. His eyes squeezed shut against the harsh overhead lights, but it did nothing to block out the clinical detachment in the nurse's voice or the humiliating reality that he was utterly dependent on others for even the most basic tasks.

It was not just an affront to his body; it was an affront to his spirit. Being handled like an infant in such a vulnerable state was something he'd never imagined he'd have to endure. It gnawed at him from within, a relentless reminder of how far he had fallen from autonomy into dependency.

Steve couldn't bear to look at their faces; their laughter felt like acid in his ears. When he finished, the support worker wiped him clean with wet wipes before pulling him back up, leaving him exposed once more.

Why did I ever think I could get away with stealing? Steve thought bitterly, hating himself for the choices that had led him here.

"Time for dinner," cooed the support worker, laying Steve across her lap. He winced as she pressed a bottle of warm milk to his lips, forcing him to suckle. The taste was sickly sweet, but he had no choice but to drink.

"Shhh, now," she murmured, stroking his hair as though he were a child. "Just let all your troubles melt away."

As the third bottle emptied, the sound of the nursery rhyme playing over the shop's speakers lulled Steve into a fitful sleep. As he drifted off, he could only hope that when he awoke, his nightmare would finally be over.

With a start, Steve's eyes snapped open. The world around him seemed to tilt and sway as he tried to regain his bearings. As his vision cleared, he realized he was trapped inside a bouncer, facing the street. He screamed in horror, his voice barely audible above the sound of the bustling crowd outside the window.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," the support worker sang mockingly, crossing her arms as she watched him struggle. "Time for your next lesson."

Steve's feet bounced off the floor involuntarily as the bouncer's springy motion continued without pause. He was still stark naked, now coated in a layer of baby powder and sudocream that left his skin feeling sticky and slick.

"Please...stop this," he choked out between sobs, unable to contain his humiliation any longer.

"Maybe you should have thought about the consequences before stealing," the support worker responded coldly, her face a mask of indifference.

As the bouncer rocked, Steve could see the faces of passersby peering through the window, their curiosity quickly turning to amusement as they took in his pitiful state. He searched desperately for an ounce of sympathy, but all he found were mocking grins and amused laughter.

I deserve this, he thought bitterly. I brought this on myself.

"Is there anything you'd like to say to our audience?" the support worker asked with a cruel smile, gesturing toward the crowd.

"Sorry," Steve whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Good," she said, nodding approvingly. "Now let's hope you've learned your lesson."

#diaper domination #embarrasment #discipline #humiliation captions #humilliation #stripped #humiliated sissy

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2022: Round 21 - Sao Paulo

Filed under: I was that tuned out of last year I didn’t realise a second race had its name changed for 2022

ANYWAY: while I forgot to watch highlights for Brazil (I genuinely had every intention to, I just forgot bc C4 only has the highlights shows up on their website for a week). I do remember logging onto tumblr after the race and seeing the carnage of George Russell getting his and Merc’s first win of the season... and the RBR team order drama (👀)

But apart from that, I know nothing, so let’s dive in:

ngl this is one of the races I’ve been most looking forward to watching in full, mainly for the non-RBR win but also I need to know how Russell dragged the W13 into P1 like please tell us your secrets

I also read a few weeks back the very wild stat that the W13 got a 1-2 finish, but it’s predecessor the W12 didn’t. Which is insane

right then, starting grid whiplash:

(which, this was a sprint weekend, which will likely explain a lot)

Lance P15, bc of a 10 sec pen apparently

SEB P9 LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

oh my god a Merc front row, the absolute SCENES

capture it, remember it

oh, we absolutely ADORE to see it.

I will give sprint races this one right, just this once

[Formation Lap]: like Mexico, a pretty even split of people starting on either the softs or the mediums, with the exception of Albon being the only car on the hards

oh, I am looking forward to this. I am thrilled Angela in the garage and she is me

[Lap 1/Start]: Mercs holding formation at the start

LANDO NORRIS?! In between the RBRs and Ferrari???

OH SHIT

Safety Car, Dan just speared into Kevin

oh the duality of McLaren in 2022

[Lap 2]: Tag yourself I’m the marshal just flinging the broken bits of advertising board away

oh so Dan tapped Kevin into a spin, and Kevin not able to control the car, went right into Dan. welp.

[Lap 3]: SEB UP TO P8 LET’S GET IT!!!!

and Mick P10 🥺 That’s my emotional support Germans

[Lap 4]: “That Aston Martin in the hands of Vettel has some pace today” I need Ted to be my hype man seriously

Charles has potential engine problems??? oh welp

Ferrari gonna Ferrari

[Lap 5]: Albon pits to ditch the hards for mediums, still under SC

The replay of Lando’s start, very noice

[Lap 6]: aaaand SC in this lap

rip Otmar’s nerves for having to watch Esteban v Alonso at the restart

ayyy Bono sighting

...you gonna go George???

[Lap 7]: ....

ffs

Lewis and Verstappen touched and broke bits of each other’s cars

NOT LANDO TAKING OUT CHARLES

oh so Charles is not out he managed to get his car back to the pits.

still I would like a refund for that lap, it woke up and chose TOO MUCH violence

[Lap 8]: oh my god Seb’s up into P5 as a result of all the violence

[Lap 9]: And Lewis is up into P7

[Lap 10]: And now P6

cut to Lance in P9 defending from Bottas

[Lap 11]: Lewis v Seb, this is not how I wanted it to happen but I’ll take it 🥺

apparently still a way to go until 1st stop territory, which will probably have been extended a tiny bit thanks to the safety car

[Lap 12]: “That Aston Martin is a sprightly thing” AMR22 no longer assigned tractor status 🥳🥳🥳

[Lap 13]: Verstappen got a 5 sec pen for the violence huh 👀

as does Norris for trying to murder Charles

[Lap 14]: And Lewis takes P5, to the delight of the very lively crowd

I think we can all agree that Brazil is Lewis’ second home race at this point (I mean, it technically his how he has his honorary citizenship, but you know what I mean)

[Lap 15]: And Lewis takes 4th from Lando (try saying that three times fast)

can we not get constant replays of the Verstappen on Lewis violence, once was more than enough

[Lap 16]: meanwhile Seb is chasing down Lando 👀

this race has been quite a lot, and I don’t think we’re barely at one quarter distance

Interlagos will always be 100% that bitch

[Lap 17]: SEB INTO P5!!!! THAT’S MY BOOOOOOY

oh and Zhou makes his first stop

[Lap 18]: as does Sainz

meanwhile Russell is driving around completely unbothered while multiple fistfights happen behind him

Sainz has a smoky brake apparently 😬

not a tear off stuck in the brake duct oh good grief

[Lap 20]: somehow, Bottas is in P6

ayyy Lance up to P9

...or not Sainz just passed him

[Lap 21]: Charles still down in P15, he was a title contender at the start of the year 😭

[Lap 22]: Lewis closing the gap to Perez you say 👀👀👀

Charles pits again, because Clowneria Ferrari

[Lap 24]: and just to emphasise the point, Sainz doesn’t know what strategy he’s on.

Perez pits for mediums

oh my god Seb’s in P3. STOP THE RACE!!!!!!!

[Lap 25]: Russell pits, and has a slower stop compared to Perez

but he comes out ahead of Seb.

Anyway Merc 1-2, Lewis win, Seb P3. STOP! THE! RACE!!!!!

[Lap 26]: Lewis leading in Brazil, feels good feels organic

and the crowd (rightfully) love him

“Sebastian Vettel runs third” INJECT IIIIIIIIIT!!!!!

But, I did look up Seb’s result and he finishes P11 so I’m vibing now while it lasts 😭

[Lap 27]: and in Seb pits for mediums, he comes out in 9th

[Lap 28]: and Bottas takes 7th off Gasly

helmet watch: Seb’s Brazilian flag tree design is so cute I love it

[Lap 29]: They’re talking about dark clouds, please no 🥲

but anyway SEB INTO P8!!!

[Lap 30]: Lewis makes his first stop, softs for mediums, and comes out in P4

and Seb up into P7 as Lance pits

“Pitlane incident involving Alfa Romeo will be investigated after the race” ????? care to give us any detail at all FIA?????

don’t just leave us hanging spill the tea

[Lap 31]: I am not looking at the clouds in the distance I do not see them

[Lap 32]: Lewis setting a 1m15. King shit.

[Lap 33]: and Lance passes Yuki for P14

beloved midfield spice how I have missed you since you were MIA in Mexico

[Lap 34]: Ted spilling the pit lane drama tea, apparently Alfa Romeo didn’t pull in their wheel guns when Mick came in for his stop (it’s a sporting curtesy, not a rule per se)

But is still funny that the entire Alfa Romeo team is under investigation seghujgh

poor Barry from catering is an innocent bystander in all of this!!!!

[Lap 36]: Anyway, racing

Alonso pits, promoting Bottas to 5th (?!) and Seb to 6th 🥳

Sainz to pit again, not surprising considering he’s on the softs

He’s on the mediums this time

[Lap 38]: Man seeing the cars being able to actually follow each other, and make overtakes in the corners as opposed to DRS moves. WE STAN.

Alonso with a nice move on Yuki for P13

[Lap 40]: whew I didn’t even notice that we’d passed half distance

track temp has dropped 11 degrees since the race start, it’s def way cloudier. And that’s seemingly favouring Merc, considering the rate at which Lewis is catching Perez

[Lap 41]: Ted has gotten out the big braincell and realised that Merc’s goal is to get a 1-2 for the drama. As they should tbh.

[Lap 42]: Seb still in P6, I’m equal parts thrilled and worried as to how he ends up P11

[Lap 43]: Lewis’ gap to Perez under 2 seconds 👀

someone whip out the jaws music

[Lap 44]: he’s closed right up, racing time!!

[Lap 45]: and he gets the move done down the main straight. NOICE.

and the crowd go insane, as they should

meanwhile Charles pits again from 8th, I once again support his rights to burn things down

[Lap 46]: Seb pits from P6, and drops to P11

[Lap 48]: Perez pits again for mediums, and gets jumped by Sainz

Both Mercs yet to make their second stops still, I would be both surprised and impressed if they manage to make the one-stop work

[Lap 49]: And as I type that, in comes Lewis 😅

Likely to cover off Perez.

Which he does! He’s on the softs

[Lap 50]: and In comes Russell, also for softs

Crofty stop trying to manifest rain the race is fine without it!!

Seb in P7 ahead of Charles 🥺

[Lap 51]: And Charles does pass Seb for 7th

[Lap 52]: Oh apparently Kevin still hasn’t come back to the paddock yet ubhsgeugheshg

and Lando has stopped with a loss of power. McLaren’s very bad not good race.

and a bit of a late VSC, since Lando was getting out the car while cars were passing him 🙃🙃🙃

[Lap 53]: and looks like Ferrari are going to pit Sainz for softs

[Lap 54]: that McLaren is not moving for the marshals for love nor money

and we’re upgraded to a full Safety Car because of it

not Crofty stirring the pot asking Otmar what he’ll tell Esteban and Fernando at the restart slrbnhlbh

He is craving all sorts of violence today

[Lap 55]: Helmet watch: Lando’s neon yellow with chrome royal blue design is so pretty

“You are racing, just be respectful” Mercedes say no violence only polite fisticuffs allowed

stop. replaying. the Verstappen on Lewis incident.

[Lap 56]: another Bono sighting?! TV director your basket of pastries is in the post.

[Lap 57]: “They haven’t released the lapped cars yet” Brundle... don’t

[Lap 58]: oh Esteban being told to let Alonso past and he straight up says no aeghearughs

Alpine squared violence intensifies

[Lap 59]: SC coming in... I am Anxious™️

If we get RBR on Lewis violence again I will SCREAM

George once again taking his SWEET AS TIME to go ffs

[Lap 60]: okay phew that was a much more chill restart

argh Seb down to 9th what happened?!

[Lap 61]: oof Sainz trying to barge past Perez

Charles watching behind with popcorn

and Alonso passes Bottas for P6

once again, EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING

[Lap 62]: 10 laps to go, oh BOY

oh. Seb was on the mediums surrounded by drivers on softs. no wonder he’s dropped places

[Lap 63]: And Sainz does pass Perez for P3

funnily enough he’s also on the mediums while the cars around him are on softs

[Lap 64]: And Charles takes P4!

meanwhile the gap between the Mercs is just over a second

[Lap 65]: Oh jeez that swerving from Perez and Alonso

and Fernando adds himself to be “I passed Perez after the SC restart” party

oh. Verstappen is behind Perez now. team order drama incoming I guess. 🍿

replay of elated Alpine mechanics my beloved

[Lap 67]: 5 laps left, and Verstappen passes Perez. 

after explicably being told to take points off the Ferrari’s 😬

ohhhhhh that pass from Mick on Gasly was NICE

[Lap 68]: Gap between the Mercs still are 1.2-1.3 seconds

[Lap 69]: Ugh, Seb’s dropped down to P11 behind Lance, damn you medium tyres

(Not Lance though, he’s great)

[Lap 70]: The fact that this was Merc’s first win since Saudi ‘21... pain

[Lap 71]: Also the comedy of Merc winning one of the races Toto wasn’t at aeghaergh. It’s a wonder Toto has been at any races in 2023.

welp more internal Ferrari violence

[Finish]: And Russell wins his first F1 race, with Lewis bagging a Merc 1-2!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Sainz P3, Charles P4, with Fernando dragging his Alpine into P5 out of sheer spite.

Okay I’m pretty neutral on Russell but his team radio was v sweet 🥺

and ending with Lewis DOTD, and Lance P10 Team Greeeeeeeeen!!!🥳💚

WHEW. Interlagos continues to deliver the racing AND the drama. That was a fun race to watch though, while we didn’t have a proper battle for the win per se there was so much entertainment in the midfield, and while the reason why it happened did not spark joy, watching Lewis fight back through the field like the King he is was *chef’s kiss*.

Overall, 9 front wings out of 10. Next, and final race of 2022 - Abu Dhabi!

#F1 2022 re watch #F1 Re watch #F1 Liveblog #Brazil edition

[imthebadguyyy]

Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

#f1 #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 drivers x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #max verstappen x y/n

[wonlouvre]

hello!! can i request a fwb!wonwoo + angst to fluff 🥺 thank u

start | j. ww.

pairing: race car driver wonwoo x g.n. reader genre: fluff, angst if you squint, also 18+ (some sexual themes, mentions) warnings: couple’s arrangement is FWB, but nothing explicit, accident, injury mentions of sex (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.5k+ (i have no regrets)

💌: hi anon! thank you so much for requesting <3 this is not as explicitly fwb and angsty and i’m so sorry :((( i hope you still like it tho! i actually thought of developing this into a oneshot someday-ish. who knows? tell me what you think!

It’s no secret that you frequent Jeon Wonwoo’s office a lot. It’s also no secret that something bloomed the first time you introduced yourself to him after he won the race hosted by his very own racing track. You’re interested in cars as much as you are interested in the youngest owner of the most coveted luxurious cars in the world. You own yourself a few. Some you have purchased from him and some he has given himself for free in exchange for the special arrangement that the two of you have.

The attraction was quick but it took quite a while for the two of you to give in. Being professional business partners and all. But along the way, the two of you reached an agreement. An agreement that you thought would only last for about two months tops and yet here you are, eight months later, still running to his arms. You know Wonwoo is no different. 

“Hi Woozi. How’s my favorite racer doing?” You greet Wonwoo’s friend lounging outside the closed doors of the office you’re supposed to be visiting.

“If you’re here to visit your man, there’s a line,” Woozi deadpans as he boringly flips through the magazine with his fingers. “I’m supposed to be practicing with Wonwoo right now but he seems to be caught with something, someone that isn’t you.”

You didn’t fail to catch Woozi’s disdain and that only makes you giggle. You sit on the opposite side of the center table, placing your Prada purse beside your hip as you cross your legs. You feign ignorance on his “your man” remark but the term “someone” fuels your jealousy. Of course, you will never admit that to him. 

“It’s an admirer,” you say and grab yourself a magazine to skim through. Might as well entertain yourself if you’re indeed going to wait. It’s unbelievable. You keep in mind to avenge your wasted time in the bedroom with Wonwoo. “Been doing a lot of visiting on behalf of they’re old father who has no single interest in race cars.” 

Woozi frowns at the information. “How do you know that?”

You look up from the latest issue of racer weekly and blink up at him before pursing your lips. “I saw their car parked in my supposed parking spot. Plus, they send an awful lot of gifts that Wonwoo just gives away to his staff. Gifts are a normal exchange between potential business partners, but it’s not when said business partner always leaves love notes.”

“And, you’re not bothered at all?” Woozi finally asks the question you know he’s been dying to ask. 

You smirk and return the magazine to the table. Then, you pick your bag up as you stand to your feet. “Of course I am bothered. I could be with Wonwoo right now, at this moment, but they’re holding me up and I don’t like that.”

You fix your hair and skirt before strutting to the huge doors and opening them without knocking. Wonwoo is not surprised to see you but you can tell he’s relieved with the way he’s smiling at you. On the other hand, his visitor doesn’t appreciate you barging in like that. They’re resentment is pretty obvious with how they’re glaring at you. 

But it doesn’t matter. They don’t matter as you walk to the man you’re here for. 

“Woozi is waiting for you,” you cheekily say before rounding straight to his executive table to give his cheek a smooch, your red lipstick leaving a mark. You gingerly wipe it with your thumb while he just keeps smiling, looking up to you. “I wanted to stop by to invite you for lunch, but it looks like you’re busy.”

Wonwoo shakes his head and holds your hip and stands up from his chair. “No, I’m good. They’re just about to leave.”

The other person in the room panics. “But I wasn’t done explaining—.”

“My team will review your proposal and we’ll get back to you if they deem it beneficial for our company,” Wonwoo bids farewell and holds your hand to his. “My assistant will escort you outside. Thank you for your time.”

Wonwoo didn’t give them the chance to say anything else because he’s already leading you outside to meet Woozi who’s been waiting for him. You also didn’t have the chance to say your goodbyes to them because the toned arm around your waist and deep voice against your ear is enough to distract you. 

“They were cute,” you make a point to mention the culprit behind your stolen parking spot when you finally get the chance to sit down at Wonwoo’s favorite restaurant. “I think this is the third time I saw them at your office this week.”

Wonwoo gives your orders to the waiter without the need to ask what you fancy because he already knows. When the order is set, he returns his attention to you and flashes his signature smile that makes your legs grow weak. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“No, no,” you’re quick to answer before sipping on the lukewarm water you requested. “Just annoyed that during the three times I saw them, they have also taken it upon themselves to just park at my spot.” 

Wonwoo chuckles and opens his palms on the table, seeking your hand to hold halfway. You roll your eyes, but you don’t hesitate to grant him access to your ring clad hand (the ring was a gift from him and you haven’t taken it off ever since you received it). His phone suddenly dings! and you know it’s Woozi grilling him for not keeping to his end and practicing with him. 

You let Wonwoo cater to his friend’s needs all the while letting his other hand caress yours, his fingers digging on the silver band once in a while. Your heart and mind can’t help but get confused about where you stand with him because of gestures like this. 

At some point, you’re supposed to end this, right? Whatever this may be. But the real question is, do you want to end this with Wonwoo? This happiness, this warmth, this comfort, this lov—.

You step on the brakes before you could continue and blink away the daze you were stuck on for a moment. Wonwoo must have noticed you flinch because he drops his phone back on the table, eyes full of concern directed towards you.

“Are you okay?”

You force a smile. “Never better.”

It’s not less than three days later when you receive a call from Wonwoo’s assistant, voice frantically shaking as they inform you about what happened. 

To your horror, Wonwoo got injured in an accident while performing practice laps with his friends. 

You own race cars but you never thought you would be driving one beyond your usual speed limit because the stupid boy you’re in love with got in an accident. There, you admit it. You’re in love with Jeon Wonwoo not only because of his stroke game, abs, broad shoulders and deep voice among many perfect features of his.

You’re in love with him because he makes today's you look forward to tomorrow’s him. 

You try to calm your heart that’s been beating so fast because of the adrenaline and anger that’s coursing through your blood right now. Wonwoo better make sure he’s not badly injured, otherwise you would throw your hands at him yourself. 

A cut on his forehead, lips and nose. 

And a dislocated shoulder as cherry on top. 

You couldn’t mask your disappointment when you saw Wonwoo getting checked on for the last time by the doctor in charge. You grimace when you hear him groan as they place the sling on him. What do you even do with this boy?

When everyone else is gone and it’s only the two of you left, your disappointment and anger vanishes the moment he calls you.

“Hi baby.”

Your tense shoulder loosens and your legs quickly run towards him (carefully). 

“I hope you know that I hate you right now,” you say without meaning them anyway. 

Wonwoo has the energy to giggle and tug at your hand to sit beside him. He leans his head near your chest, a habit he’s been doing whenever he wants you to coddle him. Carefully and gently, you hold his head and caress his greasy locks. You’re sure it’s going to be a struggle to help him shower in the coming days. 

“Did you see your parking spot?” Wonwoo suddenly mumbles. 

“Why are you bringing that up now?” You frown. 

“I put your plate number on the wall so that no one can take the spot.” 

“Wonwoo!” 

“Baby,” he whines. “Not so loud.”

“Why would you do that?” You hiss. 

“Because I love you?” Wonwoo answers, his soft kitten eyes gazing up at you. 

You gulp and look away, trying not to smile at what he just said. 

“I was supposed to make a romantic confession over the weekend,” Wonwoo says, making you look back at him. “We’re gonna have to postpone, I guess.”

“You’re an idiot,” you whisper before pressing your lips against his smiling ones. “But, I love you too.”

“Does that mean you’ll be staying over my place until this shoulder is back to normal?” Wonwoo pleads, lips moving against yours. 

Your eyes glimmer with mischief. “Yes and that also means no sex until then.”

“Wait, what? No!”

There’s still a lot of talking to do and a lot of changes to happen. But for now, you’re just glad that today’s Wonwoo is alright. 

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[shotorozu]

i have a request >:)

todoroki, bakugo, and shinsou being extra clingy and protective after s/o barely escapes death in a fight :3

thank you! ♡

barely escaping death in a fight

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, hurt-comfort (x reader)

note(s) : i also got a similar request in my inbox so i decided to combine them together! (will be posting more because of the lack of content)

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todoroki shouto

i’m sorry about this, but he probably had a breakdown just seeing you in your state— i mean,, did y’all see how he reacted to the endeavor thing??

it would be pretty likely that he’d react that way towards you— but much worse. he can’t help but yell out your name when you get thrown onto the ground

his breathing’s heavy, and he can’t do much in the moment, because the main objective is to defeat the villain

after defeating the villain, and seeing that you’re still alive— is such a breather for him. it feels like he can finally breathe again

talk to him— it really does solidify the fact that you’re still alive

but he knows you’d need IMMEDIATE medical attention, so he immediately scoops you up, and runs to help

the entire time you’re getting patched up, he’s just going to be right behind you— resting his head on your shoulder, and he’s just going to breathe

as soon as you guys get back home, he’s going to keep you SO close to him. it’s almost uncharacteristic of shouto, since he usually changes his clothes before cuddling you

he’ll memorize your facial features, whilst you rest on his lap— wanting to drink in all of your details, in fear that you’d slip away again.

and then, he finally kisses you, but it’s full of want— and in desperation that you’d never be THAT close to death ever again

“that’ll never happen again, love. i promise you.” he declares, his grip on your hand tightens

in short; it’s an emotional rollercoaster. promise him that you’ll be with him, and that you’re not going anywhere

he’ll also be really protective of you in the next following weeks. glaring at anyone that dares to lay a finger on you

bakugou katsuki

he’s just so mad, well— it’s obviously not at you, but at the person that hurt you in the first place

and also at himself, i mean,, he’s THE BEST right? how could he just be there when his s/o got hurt??

his heart never raced faster than before, especially when he sees you limp towards him, and you’re barely clinging on

“dumbass, fucking watch your step. you don’t wanna fall.” he tries not to sound angry, but he is— and he’s hauling you over to get medical attention

“hurry up,” he impatiently states, even though the medic’s going as fast as they could— and from that point on, he’ll be uncharacteristically quiet

you’re reassuring him that you’re fine, and oddly enough— katsuki doesn’t say anything else. instead, he picks you up, and dashes to his room

he places you on his bed, and throws himself onto the soft mattress— pulling you into his arms and hugging you

“never do that again,” his voice shakes, hold tightening onto you, “you almost s-scared me to death, fucking dumbass.”

it’s so rare to see him like this, and it’s not everyday that katsuki trembles, eyes tearing up— yet, they don’t spill

in short, it’s very vulnerable— katsuki’s very vulnerable in this state, and you’re just lucky that he’s comfortable enough to be like that infront of you

katsuki is also yet again, very uncharacteristically nice to you in the next following days. you’ll never hear him calling you dumbass

shinsou hitoshi

he knows he shouldn’t, but he really can’t help but beat himself up when he sees you like that

like,, where was he when you were getting tossed around the city? he should’ve been there for you.

and there’s a part of him that wants to distance himself away from you, because he knows that he’s not the MOST physically capable, due to his quirk.

but he knows how stupid that is. he almost lost you, after all.

shinsou doesn’t even like pda, but he’s going to run up to you— hugging AND kissing all over you like it’s his last day on earth. inhaling your scent, as he rocks you back and forth

“are you hurt? how hurt are you?” he asks in a low voice, in fear that it would probably cause you pain

if you’re hurt, he’ll drag you to the nearest medic— or, if he thinks they’re too slow for his liking, he’ll patch you up himself

similar to katsuki, he’ll be quiet the entire time you get healed, occasionally kissing your shoulder in reassurance

if you’re not hurt, he’ll drag you to his room— finding his best sweater to pull over you, enveloping you in his sweater’s warmth

then, he’ll pull his blanket over to both of you, wrapping his arms around your torso

“you’re strong,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple, “so strong. i’m proud of you, kitty.”

you also won’t be able to leave his arms for a bit so,, i hope you’re comfy in that position. because y’all are not leaving each other in a while

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