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mclqren · 1 month

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STARTING ANEW ★ CL16

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!ex girlfriend!reader ; niall horan x fem!reader

SUMMARY ✦ when your relationship with charles ends up falling through, you find comfort in a certain singer's arms [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing, some hate comments here and there but idk if that's actually a warning

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ to preface: i usually don't write for anyone other than f1 drivers & football players, but i liked the idea of this so i decided to go ahead with it! for the plot of this, charlotte & charles broke up september 2022, and the dating timeline for charles & y/n is nov 2022-dec 2023. the logistics honestly make not a lot of sense but BARE WITH ME PLEASE. the fc i've used is hailee steinfeld, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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user4 oh she is glowinggg!!

user5 y/n is living her best life and we love to see it!

yourbsf nyc was sooo much fun w you 😘

yourusername had the best timeee 💗💗

user6 SHE'S IN NEW YORK RN??

user7 OKAY SHE'S STRAIGHT FIREE 🔥🔥

charlottesiine you're sooo perfect! 🤍

yourusername all you cha!! 💗💗

user8 MOTHERS SPOTTED TOGETHER??

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( caption one: the only cha i need 😘 | caption two: night out 🌃 )

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user13 THIS FRIENDSHIP IS SOMETHING IM ABSOLUTELY HERE FOR.

user14 charlotte x y/n WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!

user15 okay but the mysterious guy in the third pic??

user16 she's in another relationship??

user17 how has she already moved on that quickly tf... neither of them deserved charles.

user18 shut uppp!! you have no clue about y/n's personal life, for all we knew that literally COULD be charles, or it could be someone else! she should be able to do whatever she wants without some troll deciding they have a relevant opinion ❤️

charlottesiine the best weekend everrr!!

yourusername love you 💗

user19 CUTIESSS

user20 the way charles liked this ☹️☹️

user21 missing them hours

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user22 MY OH MYYYY

user23 he knows what he's doing w those pictures of himself

user24 no real im sweating over here.

user25 sooo...are you ever going to mention the breakup??

user26 or the new pics of y/n and her mystery man??

user27 to everyone asking charles to speak on his breakup: leave him alone! it's clear him and y/n are still on good terms as they're still liking each other's insta posts, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're together! they're people too, i think we all need to just leave them alone to process their breakup ❤️

user28 okay but y/n clearly is over him?? she's already processed the breakup, so why shouldn't he have?

user29 everyone needs to honestly just leave them be. this is sooo old rn and they're probably tired of it.

carlossainz55 all ready for the new season 🏎️🏎️

charles_leclerc 👊👊

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user30 OH SHE'S STRAIGHT FIREEE

user31 THE DRESS THE MAKEUP IT'S ALL SO PERFECT

user32 i needdd a grwm asap ur gorgeous girl!!

user33 okay but the second pic??

user34 we already knew she was over charles?

user33 yeahhh its just so strange to see her soft launching another guy

user35 idc what anyone says i LOVE that y/n has found another man she's happy with!!

user36 sooo real for this!! she deserves all the happiness in the world 💗

charlottesiine 😍😍

yourusername chaaa!! 💗

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niallhoran and who's that handsome fella 😘

yourusername just some annoying irish guy i met, idk how to get rid of him

yourbsf Y/N!! 😍

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charlottesiine me when i have to third wheel now ☹️

yourusername no neverrr ur my baby angel he can third wheel us 😍

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cheriladycl01 · 3 months

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Hey could you do Kimi Raikkonen x fem!reader where she is someone that run the events for the F1 and they just fall in love at first sight? MAJOR CUTENESS OVERLOD PLEASE!! Tag me later! Thanks :)

Please, just listen to me! - Kimi Räikkönen x F1EventOrganiser! Reader

Plot: You organise all of the events for the FIA and normally are in the fan zone, but with the FIA being short they need you organising the drivers events.

Credit to kimimraikkonen7 for the GIF

“Erm Seb, if you can stand over here please!” You ask politely, looking the older driver and directing him to his partner.

“Sure cupcake” he grins winking at you making you blush.

“Okay, Lewis Nico you guys can go next to Seb if that’s okay!” You say, you weren’t one to raise your voice so you individually went up to the drivers asking them where you needed them for the event.

Normally you organised the fan side of things when it came to events, so you didn’t have too many interactions with the drivers.

Up until now.

Currently you were organising for them to all line up for the start of season promo shot of them on a track all together in their teams.

You group had decided how you wanted to shoot it and it was down to you to co-ordinate the drivers on where they would be standing.

“Has anyone seen Kimi?” You ask looking around seeing that one driver was currently missing. Everyone proceeded to look around for the Finnish driver who seemed to not be present.

“Your gonna have to go look for him” one of your Co-workers advises, making you grunt. You didn’t want to be on the run around looking for this mystery driver.

Eventually you did leave the other drivers in the hands on your capable team, who started to do other things with them that didn’t necessarily require Kimi or you could do with him later on and individually.

You walk through the paddock, looking like you are on a mission, which you kind of are. You can’t take all day to do this, that would be ridiculous. You ask anyone you saw if they had seen Kimi lately. Most people shook there heads, others said they saw him in hospitality but that was a good few hours ago.

You eventually made your way back to the group, where you’d been rushing around looking high and low and it was extremely warm. Your hair had come partially loose from its low bun and now looked messy with some flyaways in your face and sticking on your forehead. Your face had a redness too it and a natural sheen of sweat.

“I couldn’t find him” you say loud enough that all the drivers could here, a chuckle from your left made you look over seeing Lewis and Nico pointing to the driver next to them.

He had a sort of deer caught in headlights look about him right now.

If he was being honest, he was in complete awe of your state right now. As flustered and worn down as you were, right now you looked radiant and there was something about the way you spoke that raw softness in your voice made his world temporarily stop.

It was like his brain stopped working, or was working overtime, he couldn’t actually tell. That’s how much of an impact one look of you had on him. He had no thoughts in his head but all the thoughts when looking at you.

Completely blank, but the redness of you cheeks, completely blank, but the way your hair fell around your face, completely blank but the way your eyes looked a little glassy from the strain of the day, completely blank but the way your shirt hugged around your body like a tailor had made it just for you.

“Oh you are here! Amazing!” You sigh, wiping across your head, thankful you could move on despite the effort being wasted.

“Sorry people came up to me saying I was needed here. I wasn’t aware such a beautiful search party was sent out to find me. I would have stayed tucked away if I’d know it was you coming for me” he says softly, even though he thought he was at a lose for words, every piece of literature he has read came out his mouth at that moment.

Now it was your turn to look like a deer in headlights, you hadn’t expected him to be so … bold?

“Oh erm, we’ll you are here now, so we can move forward” you awkwardly admit, trying to fix some of the hair that was in your face.

“You want me to fix that for you?” He asks and your head bolts up to him in shock. Did he just … offer to re tie your hair.

“Sorry?” You ask in shock, not believing the Kimi Räikkönen just offered to tie back your hair.

“Your holding lots of stuff and I can tell it’s getting in the way, would you like me to retie it for you?” He asks again, and you slowly nod while your team tries to busy the rest of the drivers who are also as gobsmacked as you are.

“Oh erm yes please that would be really helpful!” You smile, your gums showing and it just makes him fall for you even harder than he had before.

Kimi Räikkönen was never one to believe in love at first sight. It was so stupid, how on earth could you fall for someone by only looking at them once, having no depth and detail to that person.

But having seen you, he knew it was real. He knew what it felt like to feel like his head was spinning and his eyes could only be locked onto you. Because he feared if he were to look away, that would be it and you’d be gone.

He reached forward, his hand taking the bobble out of your hair softly making sure not to rip out any hair or get anything caught up. He then fists your hair into a ponytail before sectioning it off into 3 pieces. What surprises you is when he begins braiding it, you assumed he’d do a basic pony tail, something you’d like to think any man could do.

When you feel the light tugging sensation of him getting it tighter so it won’t fall out, you let your head roll back. Because of the high difference when you open your eyes your met with his blue hues staring almost icily back at you!

“Thank you!” You offer, nodding your head a little bit before you get back to work. However organising 20 men to do what you want them to do when they all get easily distracted by anything and everything around them proves to be more difficult.

From an outward eye it would seem Kimi is the only one paying attention to you while everyone else is having their own conversations, checking their phones or just staring off into space, HES watching you with keen eyes. However it’s actually the opposite way round. While Seb and Alonso tease one another they are actually chipping in to help you get them into the right places ever now and then.

And even though Lewis is scrolling through his feed aimlessly, he still has his ear listening out for you.

It’s actually Kimi, who is the one not paying any attention. He’s just watching everything you do almost like a puppy, holding those sweet doe eyes.

“Please just listen to me!” You beg and he snaps out of the daze you’ve got him in.

“Sorry sweetheart where do you want me?” He asks now a little red feeling rude that you’d only been doing your job.

“Erm just here please” you direct him. Finally everyone was where you wanted them and you could get the shot that you wanted too!

Later on, Kimi silently pulled you to one side, he smiled at you as you both stood there in silence. He watched and observed the way you awkwardly shuffled your weight from one foot to another as you watched him and his eyes.

“Dinner, with me tonight” he offers and you remain silent. That didn’t seem like a question, that was an order … or what the word order to harsh. A statement maybe?

“Yes” you smile, before ushering him out the office with a hotness to your cheeks as you leant against the door, forgetting completely about planning the nexts events that were on your table and thinking of the Finnish man who had just bluntly forced you out!

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norrisleclercf1 · 4 months

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Who Runs the World? You Do

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Mafia!Reader

Rating: R

Words: 2.0K

Warnings: Oral (f reciving) blood, violence, etc. Angst, fluff, Reader is the dom in this relationship and spoils Pierre

Requested: Yes/No

Request: What about kingpin mafia!reader x sugarbaby!Pierre? She’s just running an entire crime syndicate while spoiling her trophy husband Pierre. I think it be fun if he was still a f1 driver and all his fans think that she’s just a very introverted mysterious stay at home wife because they don’t know she’s actually a criminal. His fans think that Pierre is paying for all their expensive clothes houses cars etc because they think she’s unemployed but really she’s this terrifying international criminal that loves buying her husband pretty things. I’m to excited about this to come up with any proper plot points right now so I’ll leave you with this concept in case you have any cool ideas for it

Synopsis: Married to an F1 Driver isn't easy, but neither is running the largest crime organization.

French terms to know: Yeux bleus (blue eyes), Péché (Sin)

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve/Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays/ and Yule to those who celebrate! This is a yule gift to @chrysanthemonza now they can't bother me for it anymore! Love you bby!!!!!

Water cascades down your back, working to release the muscle tension. Groaning, you let the water burn your skin, trying to wash away the day's activities. Since you needed to be with your husband.

It was easy to sneak past him as he laid out in bed, the cold French air licking your skin. He's gorgeous when he's asleep. The way his cross necklace sits on his chest, hating how you love the chest hairs curling around it. Dirty blonde hair, the color of wet sand, plastered to his forehead. His skin, kissed by the sun, is rippled with muscle due to his job.

You knew he was asleep naked, the way the cover was showing off the happy trail and not stopping, his bare hip displayed. Everything in you screamed to just forget the shower and join him in bed. But, he wouldn't appreciate you ruining the expensive and handpicked Egyptian cotton sheets. Everything in your villa was handpicked and designed by him. He took pride in the home the two of you had built, hating when you dragged work through it.

So, the shower had won to save from your husband's gripping and pouting. A pressure at your back has you whipping around, placing an antique shaving razor on the person's carotid. "Move, and you're fucking dead." You hiss. "Péché." A groggy French accent has you moving the weapon quickly. "Oh, oh my Yeux bleus. I'm so sorry." Terror and regret clenching your chest.

You'd just raised a weapon to the person you swore never to hurt, and his eyes softened. "Hey....it's okay. You didn't hurt me." Placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. "I heard the water running and figured it was you." Your husband whispers, reaching behind you and turning the water off. "Where'd you fly off to this time?" Pressing the shower door open, he grabs your towel, taking his time to dry you off. Placing whispers of kisses on your skin here and there.

"Shanghai. Had work and to acquire something for my Yeux bleus." You smile when he kisses the inside of your thigh, nipping at it. "You need to stop buying me stuff." Lashes fluttering, his nose bumping you. Fuck, his lips were so close to his goal that it was hard to concentrate on your words.

"So? I wanna spoil my baby. Pierre, you've earned it." Smirking as you watch his eyes dart back and forth from your pussy to your eyes. "I have?" You are no longer talking about the gift you've bought him. "Of course, you've been so good for me. Besides, I figured you could use a nice treat to help you throughout the race." Pierre chuckles, his tongue sticking out, flattens it.

Legs twitch when his tongue splits your lips apart, hand digging into those strands of hair. Moving his tongue from front to back, you whine, his teeth grazing your clit. Pulling away, lips already glistening from your juices, his tongue cleans them off, smirking.

"Come here." You gasp when Pierre scoops you up like nothing, pulling the towel off and heading to the bedroom. "What are you doing?" Laying you on your back, his eyes clear as day. How blue they were, you could drown in them. "If I'm going to eat my wife out, I will do it properly."

Sliding down, lips leaving burns on your skin from how feverish you burned. "And that means," He lifts both your legs, hooking them over his shoulders. "I'm going to have you shaking and leave you swollen and achy." Biting your lip, you hate the way he can take control from you.

"Okay." Pierre smiles, his head dips down, and a moan is torn from your throat, back arching. The sounds of his lips and tongue devouring you, your gasps and cries fill the still night. Pierre's hands hold your hips, feeling how you twist and arch, trying to escape. "Pierre....oh, right there." His teeth bite your clit gently, not enough to hurt but to send a wave of pleasure through you.

Pierre chuckles as he works his tongue carefully and is drawn out. Arching your back up, you whimper, pulling at his hair. "Fuck, mmm." You whimper as you feel that bundle of nerves crawl up your stomach and to your throat. "Come for me, my gorgeous girl." With one last nip, your muscles tighten as you come undone by his mouth, feeling your heart shudder to a stop.

Pierre slows down his tongue, pulling you down from your high slowly but delicately, almost like he'd hurt you if he went any faster. "Fuck, I think you deserve a treat." You tease; Pierre chuckles and moves up, devouring your mouth in a passionate kiss that has your toes curling. "A treat, you say," He whispers, pecking your lips as he lies down next to you, arms pulling you into his chest.

"Yes? I want to spoil you some more. How about you pick out a gorgeous mountain house during Christmas break? I'll buy it. Say, an anniversary gift?" Pierre mulls it over and blushes at the thought. "I'd like that." Lips curling up, you move so his head can rest on your chest. "Perfect, start looking so I can buy it and have the cash on hand."

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"She's scary," Yuki whispers as he watches you fix your deep wine-red lipstick. It was rare for you to be at a GP, and when you were, the others barely saw you. But Pierre had begged you, and with 2 orgasms later, here you were, sitting under the Italian sun.

"She's not scary, Yuki," Charles grumbles, but he doesn't even know his best friend's wife well. It was odd not knowing who Pierre was married to. Not knowing where they lived, Charles knew Pierre lavished you with rare gifts. "She is. I said hello, and she looked me up and down like she wanted to step or eat me." He whispered and hid behind Charles's back when your sunglass-covered eyes landed on them.

"Charles," Your accent drawls out his name, and the Ferrari driver stiffens as those lips curl into a cat-like smirk. "Mrs. Gasly." He curses himself for not remembering your name, but you seem content with his reply. "Good luck today," Is all you say as you stand, towering over him almost in your heels as you walk off. Not before two men stroll past and join you at your hip.

"Yeux bleus?" You call out sweetly, looking for your husband. You find him with some reporters and stop short. Cursing, you throw on your sunglasses, hoping they don't catch any pictures of you. The last thing you needed was for the Italian Mafia to see you here. Stepping back, you notice that Pierre smiles at you gently and moves to cover your form.

"We just heard you purchased a new house in the Swiss Alps. Gift for that wife of yours?" You tense at the question, hearing the venom and condescension in the reporter's voice. You wanted to rip his throat out for speaking to him like that. Pierre just smiles brightly and nods. "Yeah, it's an anniversary gift. We're delighted and can't wait to spend our holiday there." Pierre smiles brightly, and it hurts your heart.

You sometimes wished he had married someone else. Someone could stand in the sun next to him instead of constantly hiding in the shadows. Pierre never cared. Honestly, he knew somewhat of what you did and the reason for you hiding, but beyond that, he didn't press. "Yes, but we know you're an F1 driver, but she's unemployed. How could you afford that house?" The reporter pressed on, and you could see the slight waver in Pierre's smile.

"I work hard to spoil my wife. Do you have any questions about my racing now?" The reports raise their voices to get your husband's attention. Smiling, you drop it when you feel a presence join you. "Your Yeux bleus is quite good at handling the media. You, on the other hand. Have got some balls." The Southern Italian accent is vital in your ear and scuff at his bravery.

"Yes, I do have balls. They're much larger than yours and sitting on my chest." You spit back, rapid-fire Italian, as you turn to face the second in command to the Mafia. "Leave me the fuck alone; I'm here for pleasure, not business. " The man grunts and presses up against you. Without thinking, you move quick and shove a knife into his crotch and cover his mouth.

"Scream, I fucking dare you too." You seeth, hoping no one can hear you two. "Cunt," You twist the knife as he whimpers like a baby. "Tell your boss that if you ever, and I mean ever, come near me and my baby again, I'll take both your dicks." You quickly shove him off. Looking down at your outfit and hands, you curse and head for privacy. "Boss," One of your men runs up, but you shrug them off.

"Protect Pierre. I'm sure there might be more of them around. Tell him I'm just freshening up if he's looking for me. The heat is ruining my makeup or something like that." He nods his head and rushes to join your husband's side. Walking into the private bathroom, you sigh as you wash your hands, watching the blood come off. "Can't even be here without spilling some blood." You whisper, feeling that self-hatred blooms in your chest.

Pierre only ever asked one thing. Don't do work at his work. He could understand, but this time it was you who reacted when you could have easily just drugged the man instead of taking his jewels. "Mrs. Gasly, your husband is about to race." Sighing, you change into one of his shirts tucked into your pants and head out, sliding the thick sunglasses back on.

Pierre is seen arguing with the bodyguard as he tries to move the guard steps in front of him. "Yeux bleus?" Pierre relaxes upon hearing those words and quickly gathers you in his arms. "I couldn't find you, thought you left." He whimpers, and you hate that you give him this anxiety. Sometimes, he does wake, and you are gone, without a trace or word, and not back for days, even weeks.

"I'm still here, always." "Not always," It was a low jab, one probably deserved as he rested his cheek in the palm of your hand. "I know. Work keeps me busy." Pierre snorts but refuses to fight about this now. "Just promise me one thing?" He asks, you squint your eyes but nod.

"Anything," You mean that you'd give him the fucking sun if he asked. "Leave that world, come back to the light for me?" Your face drops, and you step back, shaking your head. "No, if I leave, I can't protect you. Go race, we'll talk later." Pierre's baby blue eyes turn to a dark and stormy grey. "Yeah, right," Biting your tongue, knowing if you were in the privacy of your home, you'd have him being a whimpering begging mess for your forgiveness.

Watching Pierre climb into the car, and soon the race starts, you stay back, watching as he works his way up the field and into a good position.

"Boss, sorry but," You sigh, holding up your hand, knowing what he was about to say would ruin this. "Where are we going?" The guy makes a noise and shows you the phone. A text in angry Estonian. "Fuckkkkk," You loved Estonia but now you'd want nothing more than to stay. But you couldn't.

"Alright, let's go home." Turning back, you nod to the guard that stays with Pierre. No words are needed as he'd explain everything to your husband for you. "We could always stay," Your guard whispers, and you see the silent plea for you to stay, knowing this would result in a huge fight later. "No, I have work. He understands." Walking to the car, you climb in, hearing the roar of the engines and the fading sound of the crowd.

"He'll understand," You say to no one, leaving it in the air as a silent pray. But Pierre wouldn't understand, not this time.

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vivwritesfics · 8 months

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Keep on Rolling - MV1

Chapter Three

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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Shorter one because I'm moving tomorrow (and I've only just started packing and sorting my living space). Maybe no update for a few days, but I've got things planned, don't you worry.

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The drunken quiz video was a success. The fans were loving it, almost as much as they loved Paddock Pals. But Y/N still hadn't seen the video. She didn't watch it after James had edited it, couldn't bring herself to. She just had to trust him and his editing skills.

If Y/N had any embarrassing moments in the video, she didn't care. It was the drivers she was looking out for. She couldn't be seen to be sullying their image, an accusation Christian Horner liked to throw around from time to time.

If she really did have any embarrassing moments, they'd be turned into a meme and posted throughout her twitter timeline. They were laughing with her, not at her, she justified.

When the video came out, Y/N had her phone turned off. She was at dinner with Lando, a regular occurrence during grand prix weekends. She couldn't see the immediate reactions of her fans. When she turned her phone on she was flooded with positive messages and screenshots of her best moments.

Nobody saw her interactions with Max as anything but innocent. That's because it wasn't anything but innocent. She'd half hoped that James had taken that part out, had worried about the consequences of them being left in, but nothing happened.

There had always been Y/NStappen shippers and they took what they could get. But the video had no consequences for her. Just the way Y/N liked it.

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"JUST FRIENDS? WE DON'T THINK SO!"

Y/N stared at the news article in horror. No, no, no, this could not be happening. She clicked on the headline, giving in.

"Formula One driver Charles Leclerc seen out on a coffee date with a mystery woman in Miami."

Below that was a picture of Y/N and Charles. They were innocently having coffee, nothing more, nothing less.

She kept reading.

"This mystery date of his was later revealed to Y/N L/N, the popular Formula One youtube. The two have claimed to just be friends for years, but we don't think so."

Before the Miami grand prix, Charles had taken Y/N to a cafe. It was completely innocent. She was hungover and he was looking after her. As a friend. Nothing more.

In the cafe Y/N had told Charles about her slight crush on Max. Now, she was in the tabloids and rumoured to be dating Charles. What the hell was she going to do.

The YouTube channel was a two man operation - she didn't have PR team behind her to help.

Her phone buzzed several times. Texts, Instagram DMs, emails and twitter notifications. They all went off at the same time. But Y/N ignored them. She scrolled through her messages until she got to the all important person.

That made her smile. Lando always did. It was why they were best friends. But suddenly Y/N felt bad. She hadn't told Lando about the Max situation and he was her best friend. Why does Charles have more of a right to know than he does? Because he was in the right place at the right time?

There were more pressing things she had to take care of. Opening her twitter , Y/N began to type.

She had to turn her phone off after that. The notifications were too much. Instead, she turned her attention to her notebook. Monaco was the next grand prix and she wanted to do something unexpected for her YouTube video. Something she hadn't done before.

A serious interview with the drivers.

She made plans, wrote down questions she was going to ask everyone. They'd have to be pre-race interviews. There was no way she was getting a moment with anybody once the real press swarmed in.

Her phone lit up, but she ignored it. She was working, didn't need any distractions.

When she had one page of questions finished, she checked her phone. With so many notifications, Y/N went straight to the important ones. Messages from Lando, James and Charles, emails about potential sponsorships and Formula One news.

"What the hell," she whispered to herself as she looked at the Formula One news. She skipped the articles about herself and Charles (glad to seen none about herself and Max) and scrolled down to the news articles about the one, the only, Fernando Alonso.

She skipped the headlines, just reading the article.

'Secret romance? Rumours have been swirling around the internet about a potential romance between two time Formula One world champion, Fernando Alonso, and world famous popstar, Taylor Swift.'

"No way. No fucking way."

She had to say something, right? She had to put out a tweet or something, surely. This was maybe the best rumour to come out of Formula One social media.

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Ever since the drunken quiz video, Y/N had been trying to avoid Max. She hadn't messaged him or sent him anything on social media. After he disappeared from her room without another word, Y/N hadn't tried. She didn't want to.

If Max say it as a drunken mistake, Y/N wouldn't blame him. Even if nothing happened. But that was the problem. She didn't want it to be a drunken mistake where nothing happened. She didn't even want it to be a drunken mistake.

With the Monaco grand prix coming up, Y/N knew she couldn't avoid him. It was the biggest, most spectacular grand prix. It was such a small place and it was where Max lived. It was the one grand prix Y/N was arriving late for, plane tickets booked for Friday instead of for the Monday.

Lando wasn't happy with her for that one. Who could blame him? He wanted his best friend there for the entire week. He'd even offered her somewhere to stay for the week.

On the Wednesday before the race, Lando was sick of it. He picked up his phone and called Y/N non-stop until she picked up the phone.

"No, I can't get an earlier flight," she said as soon as she picked up the phone.

Lando let out an almost childish groan. "But why not? You can come and stay at mine for the entire week."

"Lando, no. I can't. I'm working."

"Shut up, no you're not. Beside everybody wants you here. Me, Charles, Daniel, Alex and Max."

"Max want's me there?"

"Yeah, as well as Charles, Deniel and Alex. And, most importantly, me."

“Look, Lando, I’ll see what I can do. No promises, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Brilliant, let me know when you land and I’ll come and pick you up.”

Not giving Y/N any time to respond, Lando hung up the phone. Y/N shook her head as she went into her messages.

Ouch.

Well that told her everything she needed to know. But Max was right. What was there to tell? From his end, certainly nothing. For her, everything.

Y/N felt like crying. Why? Because some guy she spent a drunken evening with didn’t want to do it again. His focus was racing, not Y/N.

That was when she decided. She would go to Monaco early not let whatever was going on with Max ruin that for her. Well, according to him, nothing was going on. so that was it. She was going to go, she was going to have a nice time and she was going to watch some racing.

Opening her laptop she worked on changing her flight ticket for that evening, paid the fee and began packing her things.

As she packed she had Netflix open, downloading episodes of Drive to Survive. Y/N hadn't yet watched the Netflix series; she didn't need to when she was living it. Sure she'd seen things online, quotes and screenshots. When Y/N had Max in her videos, laughing and joking around, people commented about how badly the show demonized him.

As soon as her bags were packed, Y/N drove to the airport. She parked herself up, got her bags checked in and waited for her flight.

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Team Dynamics | LN4

Summary: To celebrate the launch of their 2024 car for the upcoming F1 season, McLaren hosts a masquerade gala event that sees two souls connect and lead to a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, the pair realise soon after that they are to work together quite closely after they agreed it would only be a one-night thing.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, one night stand, unprotected sex

Pairing: Gemma (I don't like writing with Y/N or reader) x Lando Norris

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PART 3

In the weeks leading up to the first race of the season, Lando finds himself grappling with the persistent presence of Gemma in his thoughts. Her green eyes linger in his dreams, and the echo of her laughter plays in his mind when he's out with friends. Despite their agreement to keep things casual and without strings, Lando can't help but entertain fleeting fantasies about what it would be like if Gemma were more than just a one-night stand.

The memory of their night together lingers, the allure of her company and the connection they shared leaving an indelible mark on his psyche. He wonders about the possibility of Gemma being more than just a passing moment in his life. The prospect of having her around as a girlfriend begins to stir a longing within him, a desire for something more profound than their initial agreement.

For Gemma, the morning after their night together was marked by a quiet departure from Lando's penthouse. She slips back into the dress from the previous night, leaving his clothes neatly folded on the coffee table. In a subtle yet deliberate gesture, she folds her panties and places them on top of his clothes—a silent reminder of their shared intimacy. They part ways without exchanging numbers, and Lando realises that he didn't even catch her last name.

As Lando wakes up to an empty room, the disappointment is palpable, tempered only by the acknowledgment of the agreement they made. The absence of contact details and the mystery surrounding Gemma's identity create a void, a lingering question mark that tugs at his curiosity. Yet, he respects the unspoken terms of their encounter, acknowledging that some connections are meant to be fleeting, existing in the realm of memories rather than in the unfolding chapters of his life.

“Mate, you’re so distracted.” Max, Lando’s best friend, comments as they sit in Lando’s Monaco apartment playing video games.

“I think I’ve met the girl of my dreams.” Lando responds.

“Just because she slept with you?” Max chuckles.

“No, not because of that. You didn’t see her. She was stunning, mate. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And, she’s funny, like genuinely funny without even trying. You should have seen how unimpressed she was with the penthouse, like it didn’t bother her.” Lando explains to his friend who pauses their game.

“Why don’t you just ask her out on a date?” Max suggests.

“We agreed for it to be just a one night thing.” Lando sighs as he throws his head back into the couch. “I don’t even have her number.”

“You’re so stupid.” Max comments as he pulls out his phone and opens his Instagram app. “What did you say her name was?”

“Gemma.” Lando replies.

As Max opens the McLaren Instagram feed and navigates to the following list, Lando's curiosity is piqued. The search for Gemma's name yields only two results. Max clicks on the first profile, and after a quick glance, Lando shakes his head, indicating that it's not the Gemma he's looking for.

They move on to the second profile, and as Lando inspects the screen, a subtle flicker of recognition crosses his face. Max hands over his phone, and Lando takes it in his hand, scrolling through the girl's feed. Intrigued, he clicks on a post, hoping to find more clues about the enigmatic Gemma and perhaps uncover a connection that goes beyond the one unforgettable night they shared. The screen illuminates with snippets of her life, offering a glimpse into the world that Gemma inhabits outside the confines of that memorable evening.

“This is her.” Lando breathes and keeps scrolling.

As Lando scrolls through Gemma's social media feed, he's met with a mosaic of her life. The racing gear and karting photos stand out prominently, depicting a passionate and skilled side of Gemma that resonates with his own racing world. The adrenaline-filled snapshots capture her in her element, surrounded by the machinery and thrill that defines the racing lifestyle.

Interwoven with the racing theme are numerous stand-up paddling photos, showcasing Gemma's versatility and love for outdoor activities. The images paint a picture of a dynamic and adventurous spirit, someone who embraces challenges and finds joy in the simplicity of nature.

Beyond the racetrack and the paddleboard adventures, there are glimpses of Gemma's social life. Posts with friends at bars and restaurants capture the moments of camaraderie and shared laughter. Family also holds a special place in her life, evident in the photos celebrating birthdays of loved ones. The snapshots offer a multifaceted view of Gemma—a racer, an adventurer, a socialite, and a family-oriented individual.

As Lando delves into Gemma's digital world, the distance between them seems to shrink, unveiling layers of her personality that go beyond their brief encounter. Each post becomes a fragment of a larger narrative, and Lando finds himself drawn deeper into the mystery and allure of Gemma's life, contemplating the possibility of reconnecting with her beyond the confines of a single night.

“She is quite pretty.” Max concludes as he tries to sneak a glance at the screen.

“Gemma Mayfield.” Lando adds. “I didn’t even get her last name, if I’m being honest.”

“Why don’t you follow her and see what happens?” Max suggests.

Lando nods and pulls up Gemma’s Instagram account on his own phone and clicks on the follow button.

As Gemma enjoys brunch with her girlfriends, the animated chatter and laughter fill the air. Amidst the delightful ambiance, her phone emits a soft notification sound, capturing her attention. She unlocks her phone, curious about the interruption, and opens Instagram to find a new follower notification.

To her surprise, she sees Lando's name on the screen, signalling that he has just started following her. The realisation brings a spark of intrigue to Gemma's eyes, a subtle but undeniable acknowledgment of the connection forged during that unforgettable night. The familiar features of Lando's profile picture and the digital confirmation of his interest draw her into a moment of contemplation, wondering what this unexpected digital connection might signify and where it could lead.

Her friends, oblivious to the Instagram notification, continue their lively brunch conversation as Gemma, with a hint of a smile playing on her lips, delves into the exploration of this newfound connection that bridges the gap between their worlds, even if only in the virtual realm.

“Why is Lando Norris following you?” Ashley, Gemma’s friend, asks as she peers at Gemma’s phone.

“We met last week at the gala.” Gemma explains and locks her screen again.

“A week ago and he still remembers your name?” Ashley retorts.

“Don’t be silly.” Gemma chuckles.

“Clearly you made an impression.” Her friend comments as they sip their mimosas.

“It’s probably just my panties on his dresser reminding him about me, nothing else.”

“Excuse me?” Ashley gasps. “Your panties?”

“We hooked up. Nothing special.” Gemma shrugs.

“You slept with Lando Norris, the Lando Norris.” Ashley states in disbelief.

“It’s not a big deal. We were drunk and fooling around. We said it would be a one night thing.” Gemma explains.

“Yeah, one night thing, but now he’s all up on your Instagram and probably looking at all your posts so he can see you again.” Ashley counters.

“Is that weird? For like a hook-up to follow you on Instagram?” Gemma wonders.

“It's a little weird, but maybe he likes you and is trying to get your attention.” Ashley responds. “Follow him back and see what happens.”

“Did you forget about the fact that I’ve just come out of a relationship? I can’t open myself up to someone only to get hurt again.” Gemma counters.

“Babe, Lucas never loved you the way you deserved. Maybe it’s time to acknowledge the signs that are very much there and take a leap of faith.” Ashley suggests.

Their conversation is interrupted by Gemma's phone ringing from an unknown number. Excusing herself from the table, Gemma heads to a quieter spot to answer the call, leaving Ashley with a lingering sense of curiosity about the unfolding dynamics between Gemma and the famous Formula 1 driver.

“Gemma speaking, hello.” She speaks into the phone.

“Hi, Gemma. This is Zak Brown.” Zak replies. “I hope you’re well.”

“Mr Brown. I’m doing well, thank you. I hope you are too.”

“Oh, I could be better. That’s why I’m calling.” Zak states.

“How can I assist, sir?” Gemma asks, confused and still surprised by the caller.

“One of Oscar’s trackside data analysts has unfortunately fallen ill and won’t be able to work for the foreseeable future. We’ve heard some great reviews on your work back at the factory and were wondering if you’d be up to join us in the paddock starting in Bahrain?” Zak proposes. “With all travel and accommodation costs covered. And, a salary increase, of course.”

“That’s very unexpected.” Gemma breathes.

“I thought it would be. I’ll have my assistant email you the contract and you can let us know what your decision is, but we’ll need to know by tomorrow morning so we can make the necessary arrangements.” Zak explains.

“Thank you, I’ll keep an eye out for that.” Gemma agrees.

They end the phone call and Gemma returns to her friends. Ashley shoots her a questioning look.

“They want me to work trackside.” Gemma tells Ashley.

“See, signs. Everywhere. Just signs. This is your time to shine, Gem-bug.” Ashley responds, her excitement evident.

When Gemma returns to her apartment, she grabs her laptop and easily finds the email with the contract in her inbox. She prints it out and reads through it. After pacing around her living room for a few hours reading and rereading the contract, she digitally signs the contract and emails it back to Zak’s assistant.

The following morning, she receives her plane tickets and itinerary for the Bahrain Grand Prix just a week away. She sits on the couch in her small apartment and realises that she’ll have to face Lando at some point and decides to follow him back on Instagram. She knows it was her idea for their exchange to be a one night thing only, but not even her ex-boyfriend was so kind and gentle with her like Lando was. She could still feel his fingers and his kisses on her skin when doing simple things around her apartment like washing up the dishes or doing the laundry. For the first time that night, she was looked after as opposed to being the one looking after those around her.

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Speeding Bonds: A Sainz Siblings Story

This is my first F1 fanfiction, and I'm excited to share it with you all! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Your feedback means a lot to me, so if you like what you read, let me know! If there's interest, I'll definitely add more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to check it out!

Character: Name: Ji-min Sainz Age: 23

Background: Ji-min was adopted from South Korea into the Sainz family when she was just a baby. Growing up in Spain, she was immersed in Spanish culture but always felt a connection to her Korean roots. She has a warm relationship with her adoptive family.

Ji-min discovered her passion for music at a young age and pursued it fervently. She auditioned for a talent agency in Barcelona and was selected to be a part of a five-member girl group called "Eclipse." Despite her busy schedule as a K-pop idol.

Meanwhile, her older Carlos Sainz Jr. was making a name for himself in the world of Formula 1 racing. Their paths rarely crossed due to their different careers and lifestyles, but Ji-min secretly followed Carlos's races, feeling proud of his achievements yet also envious of the attention and recognition he received.

As Ji-min's popularity as a K-pop idol soared, she kept her family background a secret, fearing that it might overshadow her own accomplishments and potentially cause unwanted attention. However, deep down, she yearned to connect with her brother.

The story:

SMS

Ji-min: Hey Carlos, it's Ji-min. Hope you're doing awesome today! 🌟

Carlos: Ji-min! What's up, little sis? 😄 Everything good on your end?

Ji-min: Yeah, all good here! Hey, I was actually wondering... would it be cool if I came to one of your races? I've been dying to see you in action, big bro! 🏎️💨

Carlos: Of course it's cool, Ji-min! I'd love to have you there cheering me on. But... are you okay with everyone knowing we're family? I mean, it's kind of a big deal to go public with this stuff.

Ji-min: Totally cool with it, Carli! I've been wanting to shout it from the rooftops for ages. 😄 Plus, I'm super proud of you, big bro! Let's show the world what the Sains siblings are made of!

Carlos: Haha, you're the best, Ji-min! Thanks for always having my back. 😊 Alright then, I'll hook you up with a pass for the race. Get ready for the full VIP treatment!

Ji-min: Woo-hoo! VIP treatment, here I come! 🌟 Thanks a million, Carli. You're the best big bro a girl could ask for!

Carlos: Anytime, Ji-min! Can't wait to see you at the race, little sis. Get ready for some serious fun!

Ji-min: Counting down the days big bro! Vamos!

The day of the race:

At the Australian Grand Prix 2024

Ji-min made her way through the bustling crowds, the sun beating down on her as she walked. She was dressed in a simple sundress, a soft pastel blue that fluttered gently in the warm breeze. The fabric flowed loosely around her figure, offering comfort and ease as she navigated through the throngs of people.

A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, partially concealing her face and adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark hair framing her delicate features.

Despite the casual attire, Ji-min moved with a graceful confidence, her steps light and purposeful as she weaved her way through the crowd. She kept her head down slightly, avoiding direct eye contact to minimize attention as she made her way towards the VIP area.

Occasionally, she caught snippets of excited chatter from nearby fans discussing the upcoming race and the drivers competing in it. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she reached the designated entrance for VIP guests, Ji-min took a deep breath, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. With a confident smile, she presented her pass to the security personnel and stepped inside, ready to witness her big brother's momentous victory firsthand.

Her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her brother. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn't notice the people around her, her gaze moving to her phone screen as she typed out a message to Carlos.

"Hey Carli, just arrived. Where are you? "

Lost in her phone, Ji-min didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, she collided with someone, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to see who she had bumped into.

Standing before her was none other than Lando Norris, one of the drivers competing in the race. Ji-min's eyes widened in surprise, recognizing him instantly from his racing gear and signature smile.

Lando grinned apologetically, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries! "

Ji-min nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sorry for not paying attention."

Lando chuckled, waving off her apology. "Not a problem at all." giving her a friendly nod before continuing on his way.

As Ji-min watched him disappear into the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Little did she know, her encounter with Lando was just the beginning of an unforgettable day at the races.

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Ji-min's heart raced as she finally spotted her brother amidst the hustle and bustle of the Ferrari garage. Carlos stood surrounded by his team, his familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted them with enthusiasm.

"Carli!" Ji-min exclaimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reached him. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Carlos turned towards her, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his little sister. "Ji-min! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Ji-min felt a rush of warmth and contentment wash over her. It had been too long since they last saw each other, and she cherished every moment they spent together.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ji-min replied, pulling back to look at Carlos with a beaming smile.

They spent the next few minutes catching up, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they soaked in the atmosphere of the race day. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched her brother interact with his team, his passion for racing shining through in every word and gesture.

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ladcedes · 1 year

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c’est la vie

charles leclerc x vlogger!reader ; insta/socmed au

summary some fans start picking up clues on charles leclerc's relationship with a popular vlogger after a big move

note this is my first f1 fic on here and im kinda nervous tbh… i made this sick and needing to kill time so make of that what you will.

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yourusername goodbye to the tons of memories made here 🥲 gonna miss this apartment sm... but chapters are meant to be opened and closed, so cheers to the next one!

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yourbestie u’re bein cheeky as hell posting a man in that last slide

ivyrep the vlogs here will be missed 🥲

liliacxs THE ICONIC KITCHEN NOOO 🥹🥹🥹

dearest16 do i spot a charles like on my fav vlogger’s instagram post

⤷ c4ncerising worlds collide 🤯

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yourusername loving life in monaco 💋 moving in vlog is up now!

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ivyrep be honest which is better... monaco or paris

⤷ yourusername paris will always have a place in my heart but monaco has the best views icl

⤷ yourbestie do u mean views or VIEWS

nightsfilm is that A MAN'S HAND in the last slide?!?!?

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charles_leclerc Enjoying life during the winter break!

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pierregasly life is not the only thing you're enjoying is it?

⤷ britcedes PIERRE????

lvrarri CHARLES WHOSE HAND ARE YOU HOLDING???

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charles_leclerc c'est la vie ❤️ tl: that’s life

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pierregasly who could this mysterious woman be 🤔

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sainzism CHARLES NOT SINGLE ERA??!?!?!

britcedes HE HAS A NEW GF??? OMFGDJSGEUSHHS

⤷ l3clercs WHO TF STOLE MY HUSBAND

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yourusername j'aime la vie ❤️ tl: i love life

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yourbestie who is this guy the suspense is killing me!!!

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nightsfilm icb she's taken now my chances r ruined

⤷ menthol1llness you had chances?

yourusername & charles_leclerc

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yourusername nos vies ensemble ❤️ we've actually been dating for 2 years now and got engaged several months ago. after the engagement, we decided to finally take the wraps off our relationship but we wanted to do it in a fun little way 😄 we'll be answering any questions you have on my youtube channel so feel free to leave some in the comments!

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charles_leclerc the reveal could've been faster if you didn't spend two months designing and redesigning our new home...

⤷ yourusername considering it's ours for presumably the rest of our lives, i don't think it was too much, mon amour

pierregasly congratulations on finally revealing it after literally forever!

yourbestie FINALLY we've all been waiting for this announcement

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anonymousboxcar · 10 months

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TTTE Headcanons: Engines’ TV Habits

This is pretty goofy, but I’m thinking about what sorts of TV the engines might watch if they had a TV or a streaming device in their sheds. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far!

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Henry loves nature shows, of course. In addition, after his fireman lamented his spilt hot cocoa, he wanted to understand why humans care so much about food. This led him to cooking shows, which he found very relaxing. He likes to watch raw, disparate ingredients become something beautiful and complete.

Edward goes for mysteries — lighter, cozier shows like Midsomer Murders, Rosemary & Thyme, and Murder, She Wrote. He’s also a fan of Granada Studios’ 1984 Sherlock Holmes. It tickles the same part of him that enjoys ghost stories, giving him a slight thrill alongside a pleasing mind-teaser.

Gordon watches the news every morning and evening. He likes to feel up-to-date on important events, expounding on them to his colleagues. Any program about opera and orchestral performances also appeals to him. There’s some snobbery involved, but he does enjoy hearing and learning about musical genres.

James likes game and talent shows, often shouting answers and opinions at the TV. He’s so attuned to these shows’ editing that he’ll guess a season winner, set up a betting pool, and rake in all the favors after the finale with a smug grin. (Gordon and Henry only keep placing bets because they want to show him up someday.)

All three big engines indulge in the guilty pleasure of soap operas. They think nobody else knows about this. Pip and Emma “obliviously” intrude on their watch parties to make them squirm.

Thomas and Percy watch ghost hunting shows together. They scoff at the idea of ghosts, accuse each other of being ‘fraidy-cats, and huddle close in fear as an episode progresses. They also watch late-night airings of schlocky films with Toby, whose sly commentary cracks them all up.

On his own, Thomas watches motorsport broadcasts. Bertie hooked him on it not long after they started racing each other. He’s a fan of some F1 drivers and their cars, often comparing notes with Bertie in serious (and sometimes heated) discussions.

Percy has a soft spot for period dramas. He’ll laugh at historical inaccuracies, get invested in all the characters, and ponder common tropes. He’s not afraid to ask about the servants who have to endure the wealthy protagonists’ dramatics.

Toby doesn’t watch much TV outside of what he sees with Thomas and Percy. However, he and Henrietta are partial to some late-night talk shows. If the show’s interviewing someone they’re interested in, or if they think the host is funny, they’ll give an episode a try.

Duck adores How It’s Made. It’s very satisfying for him to watch a bunch of moving parts at work, slotting pieces into their rightful places to assemble something. Other nights, he watches travel shows. They explore locations all around the world, scratching his itch to see what’s beyond his horizon.

Donald watches stand-up comedy specials, going for a good laugh at the end of the day to decompress. Ever since Duck “gifted” him Dilly, he also watches nature programs and shows about training/caring for pets. (He and Dilly are working on some tricks.)

Oliver picks sci-fi shows, with Star Trek and Doctor Who as his favorites. He’s drawn in by the pulpy adventures, moral dilemmas, and complex protagonists. It all makes him feel better about himself: you can mess up on an astronomical scale, but still be capable of good things. You don’t have to be a perfect hero to be a good person.

Douglas enjoys shows about antiques and vintage items — things in the vein of Antique Roadshow, or American Pickers. He’s a sucker for knickknacks that meant something to someone, for all the stories behind each one, and for their loving restorations.

Bill and Ben think fitness shows are hysterical. They’re forever amused by the odd ways the instructors contort their bodies. But they also scheme for their crews to watch these shows, hoping they’ll participate and stay healthy for years to come.

Daisy’ll watch any program about fashion or body art (tattoos, piercings, etc). Being so attentive to her swerves, she’s curious about the ways that humans adorn themselves. She’ll sometimes take inspiration from what she sees, but she’ll always argue that fashion is an art form, pointing to these shows for examples.

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What are your guys’ thoughts/headcanons? I’d love to hear them!

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charlie-lec-stories · 8 months

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Ride // CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character

Summary: She's battling the fight of her life, he crashed into her life in the middle of the chaos and now won't leave.

Warnings: descriptions of illness and its treatment, mentions of death and a lot of existencial crisis.

Author’s Note: I keep finding old stories that fit this account and I find myself to lazy to keep editing the longer story I started, so this is another one-shot for you guys. Rate: +16 (descriptions of sickness)

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It was her laugh, that was the first thing he heard. Charles didn't like all of that PR things he had to do, but when he was told that he was requested by Make A Wish, he didn't have the heart to say no. What did surprise him nonetheless was that the person who asked for him wasn't a kid, but a woman his age. He wasn't used to grown up women to ask for rides just so they could sit in the car, usually they were looking for other activities inside it. But his agent assured him that this woman just wanted a ride in the super car, like the celebrities got, and when they asked which driver she wanted, she asked for him. She said something along the lines of "he seems like a joy to be around" and that made it all too difficult for him to refuse the wish. So there he was, standing beside the Ferrari super car, waiting for the mystery girl.

"Remember to always grab tightly to the handle over the door". Catherine, the representative from Make A Wish, was making her way into the paddock, walking backwards and looking down as she talked. Charles couldn't see the other person, but he heard the laugh, and it was the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard.

"I know, I'll be fine, I'll be in the hands of one of the best drivers in the world. Nothing can go wrong". She said between giggles. Charles could feel his chest fill with pride at the compliment.

"This guys drive rough, I just don't want you to get hurt, your dad would kill me for that". Catherine's voice hinted a little bit of worry from her end. The last thing she wanted was for her friend to bury his daughter even earlier than he expected. As the woman moved away, Charles could finally lay eyes on the wisher. She was pale and her eyes were a little sunken, but a radian smile adorned her tired face. The wheeling chair that moved her around was quickly rolling towards them, an electric engine powering it up. Once they were facing each other, Catherine made the proper introductions. "Y/N, this is Charles Leclerc, F1 driver for Scuderia Ferrari Formula One Team". The pale girl looked up and smiled at him. "Charles, this is Y/N. She made the wish of riding a super car at full speed. We hope you can make her wish come true... And return her back to us in one piece". Catherine's warning tone made Y/N chuckle. Charles looked down at Y/N, her energetic personality already fueling him up.

"Nice to meet you Y/N". He extended his hand and she took it weakly, her hand cold and bony. "Ready for your wish to come true?"

"I was born ready". She said as she let go of his hand. For a moment, he felt sad of letting go, but he did anyways. He walked to the car and opened the passenger's door for her. Catherine helped her up from the wheeling chair and they slowly made their way to the car. Charles grabbed her hand and helped her in, fastening her seatbelt and making sure she was comfortable before shutting the door and sprinting to his side of the car.

"If you want to stop at any moment or if you feel like getting off the car, just tell me. I can also slow down if you need it". He said, concern tinting his words. His accent got strong and his breathing uneven. He was worried, but she looked at him like this was the most normal activity of her life.

"Don't worry. I'll probably ask for you to drive faster". She smirked and he shook his head and started the car.

To say that those were the funniest laps of his life would fall plain short to reality. He had the time of his life and, taking into account how loud she laughed the whole time, she did too. They spent the ride talking and laughing. She asked a few times for him to drive faster and he took the chance to do that at every straight the track had. When it was over, he felt like he needed more time. He helped her out of the car and back into the wheelchair. The goodbye felt bittersweet, but he knew that that was the deal. He was walking away when something light up inside his mind.

"Now is lunch break, isn't it?". He asked his assistant. She nodded, he had two hours to do whatever he wanted. He turned around and ran to Y/N, who was rolling down the ramp of the exit. "Y/N! Wait!". He yelled, the woman stopping in her tracks and looking around to meet his gaze. He ran up the few meters that separated them. "I have a break now, you know? Lunch break". She smiled as Charles looked at everything but her, suddenly shy and scratching the back of his neck. "I was wondering if you had any other plans? If you don't maybe you would like to grab lunch with me?". Everything came out as a question and he hated himself for how insecure he sounded. He wasn't like that.

"I'd love that, Charles". He smiled wide. "But...". His face fell before she could finish her sentence. "...It has to be quick, I have to go back to the hospital".

"Yeah, sure. Of course. I'll drive you myself". He assured her once he understood that she wasn't rejecting his invitation.

"I'm on one third of my sessions now". She explained to Charles while they were eating at a restaurant close to the hospital. He asked about her health and she explained to him that she was battling uterine cancer. She was diagnosed on a late stage and the doctors decided to do chemotherapy first before the surgery.

"So that means you could get your surgery in a few months, no?". He asked.

"Yeah, if everything goes according to the plan, then yes". She seemed hopeful and he found it a catchy feeling, since he was feeling hopeful too. "I think I'm going to be alright. But since life is... you know... unpredictable, I wanted to make my wish come true before I couldn't anymore".

"I'm glad you picked me for that".

Two weeks later, at the other side of the world, he found himself still thinking about that day. How good it felt to be around her, how much he liked to make her laugh, how peaceful she was about almost everything, even her own health. He was smitten, he couldn't deny it. That was the reason why he sent her the first gift in the first place, he liked her and he didn't know what to do about it. He brought a golden necklace with a bright red heart-shaped ruby, it was expensive, but he didn't care. He sent it with a note for her and half a dozen of red roses. Three days later, she sent him a message through Instagram, thanking him for the gift and telling him how much she loved it. They kept talking for another week, until he decided to travel back to visit her. He had a week off before another race and he didn't want to let the chance slip away from him.

When he arrived at the hospital, the reality of her life hit him in the face. There were other patients, some in rougher states than others, machines beeping and health workers running around. He looked for the room where he was told she was. It was at the end of the hallway, one that seemed to never end. He gripped the flowers tighter, his breathing hard blowing through his nose, a tingling sensation in his toes as he got closer. Was he ready to see her like that? He could picture her suffering, machines and tubes all around. He had never been in a chemotherapy room before, but he couldn't expect it to be nice. It was quite a surprise for him when he opened the door and saw people just sitting and chatting, all peacefully joking around while connected to their IVs. Y/N looked at the door and smiled wide at him. He saw that she was wearing the necklace and the red envelope of the letter he wrote for her was at the table by her side. She was resting on pretty comfortable chair, similar to a couch.

"What a surprise!". She told him excitedly. "What are you doing here, Charles?". She was notoriously paler than before, but she was still very cheerful. He walked to wards her and handed her the flowers he brought.

"I wanted to see you. See how you were doing". He could feel his cheeks burning bright. He heard the other two women in the room giggling. Y/N glared at them when she noticed the pink that covered Charles’ face and they stopped.

“That’s so sweet of you”. She was melting inside. “It’s nice to see you again”.

“How are you feeling?”. He sat on a chair - not as nice as hers - next to her and took her hand. She blushed instantly giving him some sort of new found confidence.

“Better. I think the chemo is working, Charles”. Her eyes were big and full of hope. “Think I can beat this”. She looked happier, but not better. He couldn’t stop looking at her face, slightly skinnier than the last time he saw her almost a month ago.

“You can”. He said nonetheless, because he believed in her. She squeezed his hand lightly.

He made himself the promise that he would visit her as much as he could. They exchanged phone numbers and every morning he sent her a message, wishing her a good day. She found herself receiving those ‘morning messages’ at all crazy times of the day, Charles completely forgetting about time zones, but she loved them so much that she didn’t dare to tell him to stop. She answered every one of them. His visits got closer together, just like them. They would go around the hospital, him wheeling her around, taking her on ‘adventures’ and sprinting her around to ‘feel the excitement of the speed’. He took her out to classical concerts and the theatre, evenings of art and dinner that would always end up with them shattered that they were over. He was getting better at the races too, having found a new inspiration to better himself on the track. Everything seemed to work out, everything except her health. She was weaker every time he saw her and even though he wanted to keep his hopes up, he was scared that she could be slipping away. She reassured him that even if the chemo was hard on her, that didn’t mean it wasn’t working. Still, he was afraid. In three months knowing each other, he had grown fond of her. He knew from the start that he didn’t want to be her friend, that he wanted more, but she had this wall around her, and he understood. Sometimes, he understood.

“This is crazy, Charles. We’re gonna get kicked out. I’ll have to finish my treatment in a basement”. She whisper-yelled as he wheeled her up to the roof.

“Be quiet, you’ll get us caught”. He tried to sound serious but she could hear the smile in his voice.

“You’re a madman”. She giggled and he felt his heart skip a beat. He loved her laugh, he just couldn’t help it. Once they reached the roof, he wheeled her to the north end of it, where a blanket was lying on the floor, a basket with food and drinks on top of it. He was on summer break and he thought that it would be nice to have a picnic, even if they had to stay in the hospital. He didn’t tell her, but he planned it with her doctors. She wasn’t allowed out and about anymore, her immune system weakened from the treatment, so they all planned this so she could get some air. A nurse was close by, ready to help if needed.

“You outdid yourself this time”. She said looking at the scene in front of her. He helped her on the blanket, pulling her up the chair and gently placing her on the floor. She didn’t weigh much, and Charles hated that. He wanted her heavy and healthy.

“You deserved some fresh air”. He sat next to her and pulled his phone out, an 80’s classics playlist filling the air. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She looked tired.

“Thank you, Charles”. He kissed the top of her head. They chatted and ate for at least an hour. The day was almost over, the sun going down as they rested on the floor, looking at the sky. Charles knew that they had to come down in a few minutes, so he helped her sit up and they looked at each other for a moment.

“I hope this was…” but he couldn’t find it in himself to keep talking. She was close, so close that they were practically sharing a breath. Her big eyes looking into his soul, never dropping the gaze, not even when his hand placed itself on her cheek or when his eyes went to her lips. He moved forward almost on his own, without thinking it, his lips gazing hers shyly, but his heart shattered when they never collided. Her hand rested firmly but softly on his chest, keeping him from moving forward.

“No”. She breathed it out, pain and hurt dripping from it. “Don’t do this to yourself”. He moved back, his frown showing his confusion with clarity.

“What do you mean by that?”. He sounded almost angry at her comment. And maybe he was, maybe he felt offended that she saw herself as a burden, as a problem he shouldn’t get himself into.

“You know what I mean”. Her annoyance was not hidden. She didn’t want to have to say it. “You know”.

“No”. He shook his head fervently.

“I’m sick, Charles”. His eyes shot closed at her words and she felt the pain in her chest that proved her that this was the right thing to do. He couldn’t hurt more than he was already hurting. “You shouldn’t get too attached”.

“Too late. I already like you”. He retorted looking back at her with a confident gaze. He crashed his lips on hers before she could make up another excuse, kissing her like his life depended on it. Because maybe it did, him not being able to breath without her there, next to him. She kissed back with a shared sentiment. One of his hands grabbed her face, pulling her even closer, moving her onto his lap. They just couldn’t stop, too afraid of what would happen once they did. His other hand sneaked behind her lower back, pressing her against him tightly. At some point, they needed to breath. “I like you. I want you. The good and the bad. I want to be with you. I don’t care if it’s for 4 months or 40 years. I just want you for as long as you’ll have me”. He could see the hesitation in her eyes. “Please”. She let out a long sight, but nodded her head.

“I like you too”.

Not too long after that, Charles came face to face with the worst side of her illness. He had to watch her suffer and all he could do was grab her hand. He talked to his team, explaining to them that he was taking days off from Monday to Thursday every week to go and see her. She tried to convince him not to, she had a valid point, it could affect his races badly. But contrary to what she expected, he did better like that. Charles learned to focus more in the months knowing Y/N. He learned to multitask. He could chat with her about a movie while he checked her IV and put some lotion on her hands. He could read her medical reports while helping her with her food and tucking her better in her bed. Charles put everything he had to focus on her and what she needed on those four days a week, so he did the same with the races when he traveled back. He had this new concentration on the track and out of it.

Faster than he expected, she finished chemo. Charles was there for her last session, holding her hand as always. They were talking about his last race and the rainy conditions he had to deal with when the last bit of her IV was finally done. He flickered his eyes towards it, noticing it was over, he smiled at her. She was ready for her last lab test. The treatment had been working, she was getting better, even if it was taking a toll on her. They just needed one more to be sure and she’ll get her surgery. The nurse took the sample and disconnected the IV. For a moment, they stayed quiet.

“You’re going to be in Brazil when the results are back. Do you want me to text them to you or-“.

“Yes, please. Don’t leave me hanging”. He cut her off quickly. He wanted to be there with her, but he knew that he had to race. “I wish I could be here with you”.

“I know, babe”. She squeezed his hand. “But you have a job. You’re already doing a lot, coming back for a few days”.

“It’s not enough”. He said shaking his head. “This is important and I’m going to miss it”

“I’m not gonna be alone. My parents and friends will be here and I know you’ll be thinking about me”. He kissed her hand.

“I’m always thinking about you, Cherie”. She laughed.

“I’m the one who’s not doing enough. You’re always here for me, I’m never there with you”. She said, the sadness clear in her tone. “You need support too. I’m an awful girlfriend”.

“No, mon amour, you’re not. I understand that you can’t be there”. He tried to make her feel better. “I know that you’re here, watching the races and cheering for me”.

“I’ll make you a promise”. She proposed out of nowhere. “If this works out, if I get better…”.

“And you will”. He added quickly.

“…I’ll be there for you, every race”. Charles’ eyes lit up. He could picture her, walking around the paddock, wearing a Ferrari shirt with his name and number in the back.

Charles never felt more relieved by a text message. When he heard the ringtone of his phone he was in the middle of an interview. He wasn’t supposed to have it with him, but he snuck it in to be able to see the message about the results as quickly as he could. Max Verstappen and Lando Norris were there with him. They both heard the phone and waited expectantly for the news. Everyone in the paddock was aware of Charles’ girlfriend’s health and they tried to keep it away from the press. ‘I’m ready for surgery. The chemo worked. I love you, Charlie.’. He felt like he was breathing again. Not only for the news, but also for those three words that got him all fuzzy inside. He knew they still had a long way to go, but he knew they were on the right path to love each other for many, many years. He smiled wide while he texted her back. ‘I’m so happy, mon amour! I love you more’.

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I think I might dedicate the page to one-shots only.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x reader

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piggyinthesea · 4 months

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Crushing Season ✯

featuring: max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando noriss, and lewis hamilton

Max Verstappen:

If Max Verstappen had a crush on you, he'd basically become the class clown of Formula. His pit crew would catch on to his crush and playfully mess with him. They might sneak heart-shaped stickers into his racing gear or decorate his car with giant emojis. Interviews would turn into comedy shows, with Max throwing in cheesy pickup lines or racing-related puns just to make you laugh.

Social media would be a whole new world. Max's Instagram stories would be filled with goofy challenges, funny videos, and maybe even a series of "How to Impress [Your Name]" tutorials. And let's not forget the memes – he'd find a way to incorporate your presence into every F1 joke.

Charles Leclerc

Charles? Oh, he's like the secret agent of crushes. Picture him trying to be all cool and mysterious, but it's just downright adorable. He's digging for intel on your favorite stuff like he's on a mission – interrogating teammates, covertly checking your social media, and maybe even sending out some reconnaissance texts. When he decides to make a move, it's the cutest disaster. Like, he's aiming for a casual lean on your shoulder, but oops, he ends up almost knocking you over. Smooth moves, Charles.

But let's not forget his attempts at impressing you. He'd probably try some fancy cooking, and you'll find out he's been watching cooking shows to master a dish just for you. And when he hands it over, he's got this hopeful look like, "Please tell me I nailed it." In a nutshell, Charles is the sweet guy next door who's doing his best to win your heart – with a touch of awkward charm.

Lando Noriss:

Lando Norris, in the grip of a crush, would find himself tangled in a web of amusing mishaps. Imagine him attempting to showcase his skills on a skateboard to impress you, only to end up with a comical spill, turning the moment into an unintentional display of vulnerability.

During casual conversations, he might accidentally spill a drink on himself, leading to an endearing spectacle of embarrassment as he hurriedly tries to remedy the situation, all the while sporting a sheepish grin. In his pursuit of charm, Lando's attempts at jokes might fall flat, accompanied by a nervous laughter that adds a touch of awkward charm. These endearing moments might include the classic "tripping over nothing" scenario, with Lando skillfully turning it into an impromptu dance move.

Lewis Hamilton:

Picture Lewis Hamilton's approach as a blend of charisma and genuine connection. In casual moments, he effortlessly weaves his magnetic personality into conversations, making every encounter feel like a shared secret. His laughter resonates through crowded spaces, yet somehow, it's the quiet moments that linger most. Lewis, with a twinkle in his eye, creates a dance of meaningful gestures—subtle compliments, shared smiles, and moments of genuine interest in your world. These encounters are like chapters in a captivating novel, leaving you curious about the next page.

Away from the racetrack, Lewis introduces you to his world with simplicity and elegance. Whether it's a quiet dinner or a spontaneous adventure, he blends thrill with sincerity. In this headcanon, Lewis is more than a playboy; he's a master at crafting unforgettable moments that make you feel uniquely seen and appreciated.

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poisonsage808 · 1 year

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alrightie, alrightie, here I come with my ship request:

can I please get a romantic ship for myself, pretty please? thank you!

I go by she/her and I am bisexual

for fandoms I am fine with either HOTD or GOT, whoever you think will fit better.

I am average height and with an average body (and a feature on myself that I don't really like are my hips dips). I wear glasses (as I tend to see all the world blurred without them) and I do look every inch the Clark Kent aesthetic of the good-hearted nerd. I have brown eyes and I dyed my hair to be a more orange-y brown (does that make sense? but it's a middle way between straight up red hair and brown). I also tan a lot in the summer (except my face, since I am always holding a book over it, whenever I got to he beach).

when I am not writing, cursing Tumblr or having exam, I enjoy reading, watching TV series and crafting beads necklaces and bracelets since I can't stay still unless I am doing something with my hands; I enjoy putting on makeup and find it quite relaxing and for the sake of my own health I need to start every morning with my four steps skincare routine.

I'd describe myself as the anxious girlie that has this scary aura but really hasn't tried to communicate with anybody because she is scared of making a fool of herself. I am a perfectionist with a pendant for rules and routines, although I can be quite clumsy and totally forgetful as I am always stuck into my own reality. I enjoy creating, whether it is in writing, crafting or using my bullet journal. I am an INFP and a scorpio sun, pisces moon and libra rising (and I live by that religiously)

I enjoy: the color purple, being on time, academic validation, new books, old vintage stores in the open air and nice overpriced cafes (although I shouldn't drink it because 1) I don't like the taste, 2) it's bad for the anxiety), and one day I'll just make good on my promise to either buy a bookstore and sell books while I appear as the mysterious and edgy shop clerk or disappear in the woods to write my own novels and support myself economically.

I dislike: pushy people, late people, and I can tell from a mile whether somebody is fake or not; I also don't forgive and forget easily, although I am extremely non-confrontational (to the point of discomfort). I dislike also ignorance and arrogance (although I think that to be confident is a good thing, putting others off for the sake of making yourself better is a red flag to me).

aesthetically my friends would describe me as either the pastel Taylor Swift girl or the light academia overworked student.

fun facts about me:

everybody finds it strange that I am a girly girl who likes also sports (such as Motorsport and F1), but I enjoy watching sports either alone or with my family and it's a bonding thing among me and my sister.

I had and still have an obsession with anything mythological and it influenced greatly the career path that I took (not me on Saturday wandering in the children's section of a bookstore and considering buying this whole cute book about myths across the world) (the only reason why I didn't was because I didn't know where to put it).

I was born on the 31st of October and I am still convinced that one day I'll pull a YA main character move and reveal secret magical powers (I am joking, I am joking but being a telepath sounds cool, although my only superpower right now is overthinking everything)

alright, so I think that this is enough and I can't wait to see ho I get!

thank you again for this chance and have a lovely day!

-𝒜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉𝒾

i see you as a sheltered highborn lady (in a good way!) you have an ability, let’s call it, you’re all too aware of the bad in people. you can see the scales being tipped on one direction or the other. it might make you a tad pessimistic at times. it’s exhausting for sure. but your houses keep has a library with all the books you could want, all the spare time and all the material for your crafts. you’re spotted from afar. from your auburn hair to the way you observe people has a certain someone thinking you’re too special to stay hidden away here. you’re stolen;

♡ i ship you with…! ♡

♡ Tormund Giantsbane ♡

• At first you’re only a good contribution to the Freefolk. That is to say literate, Tormund brings you scrolls to read before deciding if it’s worth passing them forward to Mance

• He was right to think you were special, you’re a mediator and gods know they need one from time to time. From orphaned children, full grown adults to even taller giants your presence alone starts to cease arguments

• He’s also the one to pick up on your ability, deciding whether or not they’re trustworthy on the spot, searching them for darkened auras and such. A handful of these newcomers that you’ve dismissed (re: put very little effort into getting to know), ended up being killed for one treason or the other

• Tormund’s the first to notice how weary you become afterwards and how it worsens upon meeting new faces. He may not know why, at the beginning, but he knows that you look tired and require extra energy and that means warmer blankets, less time around people, more food, MANY attempts to slip you giantsmilk. He’s very concerned, he just wants you healthy

• And happy. This man absolutely loves making you laugh! His stories aren’t particularly funny but the way he describes things and talks force you into a fit of giggles. The sound has him grinning for the rest of the day

• It doesn’t take long for Tormund to decide he likes you. He wants to steal you as his this time. He appreciates you communicate like a wildling even if you don’t see it as such. The ginger doesn’t mind standing up for you when you can’t— he really likes taking care of you but has this respect that you don’t need him to do any of it

• Tormund is whipped though, you can ask him just about anything and consider it done before the request completely leaves your mouth (The exception being he won’t do anything that would jeopardize Mance’s cause)

• For example Tormund, at your request, pitched up a tent. You have big plans for this area apparently. The Freefolk can come and borrow or swap books, you plan on offering to teach them to read— you went on and on about this… library. He may not understand why it’s important to you but he doesn’t really need to know more than that. “You want this? You’ll have it.”

• Tormund may not be able to give you that noble life you’ve been accustomed to but he desperately tries to keep you happy. He’ll fight to get you a sliver of normalcy on the other side of that fucking wall

#poiboidrabbles #tormund giantsbane #ask stuff #game of thrones imagine #pairing

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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They won’t dare to bother you anymore...

(This is my first Niki Lauda x Reader fic ever, and my second fanfic in general, ever... English is still not my native language, sorry for the mistakes in advance... I wrote this in one sitting, because I got inspired by my one and only @mymagicsuitcase and her Niki Lauda headcanon... The giving you their jacket one... I read it... Loved it... And this happened... Enjoy <3 )

WARNINGS: little drinking, little swearing, possibly smoking, Hunt is a dick, Lauda is a sweatheart (maybe went a little OOC, I’m not sure... I tried not to but... yeah), Reader is female, no name or y/n is mentioned

Word: 1,7k~

You were excited, but a nervous wreck as well, at the same time.

You met Niki at a party of one of the other F1 drivers’. A friend of yours had been a good friend of him, whom owned the place, and they dragged you along, quote “You’re gonna die alone, come on! They are interesting people, and you would be just bored in your house!”. So, yeah. That’s how you found yourself leaning to the wall, beer in hand, in a massive living room, observing people in front of you. You weren’t that good in F1, you had been watching it on the TV and following some news, but you were sort of a rookie in that field. You knew some names, especially the ones which were everywhere, either after achieving something big, or having a huge rivalry. Such as Hunt and Lauda. As you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t see that one of the mentioned drivers was looking directly at you. Also leaning to the wall with a drink in his hands, his curly locks loosely hugging his face, some have escaped from the others, and were fallen in front of his forehead. He thought you looked beautiful in those red dress of yours with a black leather jacket. Even though you looked very awkward and uncomfortable, clearly you felt that you didn’t belong there and looked like that as well, still. There was something in you which captivated him. Like you had power, but you didn’t want to waste it on something, or someone. You didn’t want to just use it randomly. You even looked mysterious. He wanted you. Only to himself. And although it entertained him greatly, that how you slipped away ever so slightly from anyone who came near you, and a visibly pain started to form on your face, like the whole world’s problem was on your shoulder, the temptation to save you from the situation, to wanted to know who you were, was way more stronger. Just as he launched himself of the wall with the foot that was rested on it, he froze in his steps. Someone else was more agile. And forward. And loud. Also drunk.

- Hey, hey, hey! Why is that, that a beautiful woman like you just standing next to a wall at a party? - startled you the one and only, James Hunt, leaning on the wall directly next to you.

- Omm… It just… I’m not a party people I guess… - you answered slightly taken back, shyly.

- Then why are you here, my lady? - he smelled like all kinds of alcohol and cigarette.

- A friend of mine brought me here… - you started but you were cut off immediately by him.

- Really? I should thank them, they brought you to me, a stunning woman who…

- That’s enough, Hunt. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable. Leave her alone. - A hand grabbed Hunt’s shoulder, and you snapped your head to the direction of whom it might be.

- What? You want her to yourself?! Lauda… Go away, I was here sooner!!

- You’re drunk. There are plenty of ladies who would kindly do anything you say so. Now fuck off. - He didn’t want to start a fight, but he wanted to sound demanding. He really wanted him to piss off.

- Jesus… - and just like that, without a word hi was gone.

You stared at the leaving figure for a couple of seconds before you looked at the other driver in the eyes and realized he was already looking at you, like he was searching for something.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think so… Thank you, Mr. Lauda. - you said shyly.

- Oh please, call me Niki. - the corner of his mouth twitched up a little.

- Thank you… Niki. - you said again, with a slight blush - I think I should go… I don’t want to start more drama, and I have already stayed more than I am comfortable with… My friend will be fine, I just get a taxi or something… - you trailed off, halfly speaking to him, halfly just thinking out loud - I shouldn’t have come… - you added quietly, but he picked it up.

- Wait! Please… Come out with me to the balcony… Get some fresh air. You look a little bit railed up, I don’t want you to leave alone like this, to be honest. - he tried so say it as casual as possible, but he really was worried for you. A little bit. Maybe. He didn’t want to admit it to himself either.

You didn’t know what to say, so without thinking you just nod slightly and let him led you towards the balcony. As you passed by the dancing figures of the party, you felt Niki’s hand touch the lower of your back. He didn’t want to startle you more than this, he just wanted to make sure that no one could bump into you, and you could get to the damn balcony as soon as possibble. Well, that’s what he said to himself in that moment, that was the reason why he touched you, surely. He relaxed a little bit, when you weren’t complaining. And you certainly weren't planning to. On the balcony you just chatted for a while. You told him your name, why you were there, your job, little things like these. In exchange he told you about himself, his job, and how this season was going for him, his plans for the remaining time of the race. You also told him that you followed his race, the whole season, but you didn’t know everything, or rather didn’t understand everything. You liked cars, but you were no mechanic. There were a whole two weeks until the next race, which took place in the city. He offered you to go with him to his garage the next day. He could show you some stuff which might interest you. He also offered you to drive you home if you still want to leave, so you didn’t have to take a taxi or worse. You weren’t sure why, you just met this man, but there was a spark between the two of you. You said yes to him. For both things.

And now here you were, awkwardly standing at the Ferrari’s garage. During the last 2 weeks, you got to know Niki pretty well. You met him nearly everyday, either in his garage, talking to you while patching up the car, or taking you out to drinking. You weren’t together or anything. But you did liked him. A lot. You could see how he was sometimes stubborn and quick-tempered, but with you, he was way more softer. Although he rather did not show this side of him to anyone else. It was only for you. He wanted you to come to this race, but he didn’t want to drag you into any kind of gossip, which was very common in the F1 family, so you came here alone, he was already here. He got you a full-pass, so you could come to his garage, without anyone stopping you. You couldn’t see him yet, so you just stood there, out of the way of everyone. You felt a hand on your back.

- Well, well, isn’t that the beautiful lady from the that party? You missed me? - fuckin’ Hunt.

- I’m not here for you, Hunt. - you tried to say it as cold as humanly possible.

- Are you mad about our drunk incident? Look, let’s talk about that… - he stepped a few inch closer to you, as you would have liked it, trying to intimidate you.

- Get off her before I run you over with my car. - Niki appeared out of nowhere, his eyes were shooting lightnings. If looks could kill...

- Whoa, easy there Lauda. You really came here for him? - Hunt looked at you in disbelief - You have an interesting taste… - he trailed off as he walked away, again, no more words, grinning to himself.

Niki went to go after him to hit that grin off of Hunt’s face, but you grabbed his arm.

- Calm down, it’s okay. You have to concentrate on the race. Don’t let him get under your skin. - you tried to reason him, and it seemed to work. You had his full attention.

You only noticed it now, that in his free hand there was a jacket, a red one, just like his suit. He freed himself from your grasp, and showed you the back of the jacket. NIKI LAUDA was printed on it, with huge letters. Without letting you say anything, he grabbed it, and put it over your shoulders. He carefully fixed it, so it looked good on you.

- What’s this for? - you smiled, you liked the jacket that was given to you by him.

- Just to show everyone who you support, so they won’t dare to bother you anymore. - ha said casually, grinning proudly.

- Okay - you laughed - I am only here to only support you.

- Good. - he beamed at you.

You heard a voice calling for attention. The drivers had to get into their cars. Niki was ready to go but before he could have left you, you stepped on your tiptoes, put one of your hands on the side of his face, and gave a little peck on the other side.

- I’ll be waiting for you right here. Fuck Hunt up. - you whispered into his ear.

You moved back, but Niki quickly took a hold on you, before you went to far from him.

- I might be in love with you… Can I take you out to a dinner? - he asked with the biggest grin you had saw on him.

- As a date?

- Yes. - he said with confidence.

- Only if you win… - you smiled mischievously.

- Deal. - he returned the same smile.

He let go of you and stormed to his crew and car. He jumped into his car and put on his helmet. Before he closed of its lid, he looked at you last time. You locked eyes and he winked at you. You blushed deep, but kept smiling as he drove off to the track.

This is gonna be a good day...

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #rush 2013

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LGBT+ History Month: Mike Beuttler - Formula 1's only known gay male driver

Mike Beuttler raced against many of the all-time Formula 1 greats in the early 1970s - and then disappeared.Even the British driver's closest motorsport friends heard nothing from him over the final 14 years of his life.Then, in late 1988, they learned from his family that he had died in Los Angeles of Aids, aged 48.Beuttler remains the only known gay male driver to have competed at the highest level of motorsport.

He did so at a time when F1 was an especially macho environment. James Hunt, the 1976 world champion, famously had the phrase, 'Sex, the breakfast of champions' embroidered on his overalls and many drivers had reputations for being womanisers.There were no organisations such as Racing Pride, which launched in 2019 to promote LGBT+ inclusivity in motorsport.

So how did his friends view him?

"Mike gave it absolutely everything on track - he wasn't a natural talent but he worked hard," former motorsport journalist and friend Ian Phillips told BBC Sport.

"I knew he was gay, but it didn't matter in my world."

The racing world of the 2020s is a very different place to that of the 1970s.Matt Bishop, a Racing Pride ambassador and Aston Martin F1 chief communications officer, said: "In the early 1970s, people didn't talk about being gay.

"In the United Kingdom, it was only in 1967 that homosexuality was legalised between two consenting adults in private.

"Why would Beuttler be out and proud? He wouldn't. I don't think the word 'out' really existed when he was racing.

"Beuttler did bring a girlfriend and different women to races, perhaps it was a convenient disguise, because it stopped the tongues wagging."

'Blocker' Beuttler's racing career

Beuttler raced in F1 for three seasons, from 1971 to 1973. As well as Hunt, he faced other world champions in Sir Jackie Stewart and Niki Lauda.His path to the sport began to open up after he had success in the late 1960s in Formula 3 and then moved to Formula 2, most notably winning at Vallelunga in Italy in 1971.Phillips met Beuttler in 1970, and got to know the driver well as he competed in Formula 2.

"He was quiet compared to Hunt or [British driver and motorcycle racer] Mike Hailwood and an incredibly friendly guy, but beneath that was a fierce determination and he took racing immensely seriously," said Phillips.

Beuttler got the reputation of being a very rough racer, because he did not like being overtaken and would block anyone who got in his way - and the nickname 'Blocker' was born.In 1971, Beuttler made his F1 debut at the British Grand Prix in a privately funded March car.His career was financed by stockbroker friends and in 1972 he raced as a semi-works March driver, with Lauda and Ronnie Peterson as his team-mates at the Canadian Grand Prix.

"He probably wasn't ready for F1 when he joined, but had a great team of backers," said Phillips.

"He made up for it with his determination and every time he climbed out of the car you knew he had been at work - he was sweating and his eyes were bulging."

In 1973, Beuttler achieved his best-ever finish, seventh in the Spanish Grand Prix. Overall, he scored five top-10 finishes in his career.But then the UK was plunged into financial turmoil by the 1973 oil crisis, and his team did not have the money to stay in the sport.Aged 34, Beuttler retired from racing.Ann Bradshaw, a motorsport PR consultant who first met Beuttler in the early 1970s, said:

"There was no stigma with Mike, he was a nice gentle person - everyone knew he was gay, it wasn't a secret and it was accepted."

'He just disappeared, completely'

After Beuttler left motorsport he moved to the USA, spending time in San Francisco and Los Angeles.

"I suspect it would have been easier for him to live the lifestyle he wanted in LA and San Francisco, whereas being gay in London was a more secretive thing," said Phillips.

"He probably wanted to find his own generation where he could be open and free."

Beuttler's life in the USA remains a mystery, though there are reports he went into the business world.

"He just disappeared completely," said Phillips. "I don't know anyone who had any contact with him, apart from family."

What is known is that Beuttler died of Aids on 29 December 1988.

"His sister phoned me when he died," said Phillips.

"She phoned out of the blue one day and said, 'I am the sister of Mike Beuttler and I am very sad to tell you that he died of Aids in LA.'

"He was such a nice bloke."

'LGBT+ people have always been part of motorsport'

Since Beuttler's death, several motorsport drivers have come out as gay. Le Mans class winner Danny Watts came out in 2017, a year after retiring, while in the W Series there is LGBT+ representation on track in fellow British drivers Abbie Eaton and Sarah Moore. Richard Morris, co-founder of Racing Pride and a driver for the Praga team in the Britcar Endurance Championship, came out as gay in 2018, when already established in motorsport.

"I took my boyfriend to a race before I came out when I was racing in Formula Ford and he was there as my friend," said Morris, 30.

"I had women around me at tracks who were my friends. Some people knew I was gay but I wasn't out - I think that is very similar to Beuttler's experience."

Morris said coming out to the motorsport community has been a positive experience.

"I already had a boyfriend for seven or eight years but I had not told people in motorsport," he said.

"You worry it might affect your relationship with mechanics, you worry you might get extra scrutiny on social media and you worry sponsors will think it is a risk.

"But my team was very supportive and lots of other drivers started putting Racing Pride stickers on their cars - it has been brilliant."

Beuttler's legacy

With LGBT+ people being more regularly accepted and celebrated in motorsport now, how is Beuttler remembered today?

"Regarding his position in the pantheon of LGBT+ sporting heroes, it is time he is rehabilitated," said Bishop.

"If he was alive, he would have been interviewed about Section 28 and gay marriage."

Section 28 was a law that affected England, Wales and Scotland, passed in 1988 by a Conservative government that stopped councils and schools "promoting the teaching of the acceptability of homosexuality as a pretended family relationship".

There were mass protests by LGBT+ campaigners and the law was repealed in Scotland in 2000, before England and Wales did the same in 2003. Same-sex marriage became legal in England and Wales in March 2014, in Scotland in December 2014 and in Northern Ireland in January 2020.

"It is really interesting to look at Beuttler's story now - it shows LGBT+ people have always been part of motorsport and they have been really successful," said Morris.

"It also reminds us of the challenges faced." (X)

#Mike Beuttler #f1 #lgbt+

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2020 Italian Grand Prix

Oh my god. I still can’t quite believe what we all witnessed last Sunday. Despite a slightly mixed up qualifying (with a bit of slip stream drama thrown in for good measure) resulting in Verstappen starting from 5th and Sainz and Perez locking out the second row of the grid, Monza was set to have another paint it by numbers podium, with the overwhelming talking point being Ferrari’s disappointing pace. Oh how wrong we were. In addition to the Scuderia’s weekend being even worse than they could ever have imagined, we were gifted one of the most unexpected podiums in the history of the sport (well, not so unexpected if you were the mystery individual who reportedly placed a 20 cent bet on the top three and got back over €33,000!)

Mercedes lost what could have been an easy 1-2 through a combination of factors, first of which was Bottas’s terrible start. Overtaken by Sainz and then Norris (who took advantage of Verstappen’s poor start), he was swiftly eaten up by Perez and Ricciardo. Such was his lack of pace he thought he might have a puncture, and whilst he did pick up a small amount of damage from contact with Norris, it wasn’t enough to explain the pace with which he moved backwards through the field. Whilst Hamilton was able to motor away undisturbed into the distance, the lack of a teammate to protect him and help with pit stop strategy didn't look to be ideal. I couldn’t help but feel it was a small serving of karma following Hamilton’s less than complimentary comments on Albon and Red Bull during the week, where he suggested Alex wasn’t a strong enough number 2 driver to help Max and the team to victory. It wasn’t however a strong weekend for the Thai driver either. After another disappointing quali he made contact with Gasly, went wide across the first chicane and dropped back to 15th, a position he occupied for the majority of the race. His cause was not helped by a 5 sec time penalty for a first lap episode with Grosjean, and the damage his car sustained. His teammate meanwhile found himself stuck in the DRS train behind Bottas in P7.

Whilst their woeful qualifying result of P13 and P17 had already put Ferrari on the back foot, it really started to go downhill on lap 6. Whilst battling to avoid being overtaken by George Russell, Seb’s brakes failed and he careered quite comically straight through the polystyrene barriers at turn one, before retiring the car. The field was spectacularly bunched up in these early stages of the race, with the DRS train extending all the way from Norris in P3 to Latifi in P19. After the action of the opening laps no one could seem to make a move, least of all Bottas. His Mercedes wasn't only one of the slower cars in a straight line on the track, but also fundamentally isn’t built to follow other cars, being accustomed to leading the field.

The cars came in to pit for the undercut from lap 16, one of them importantly being Pierre Gasly. Lap 20 then brought about the turning point of the race, albeit in a less then dramatic fashion. Who would have thought that Kevin Magnussen pulling over on the exit of the Parabolica would have such insane consequences! With the Dane’s retirement came a safety car, and with that I assumed there would be a steady flow of cars into the pits, terrible timing for those who has recently pitted. Only the race leader and Giovinazzi came in though, and it soon became clear why: the pit lane was closed as Magnussen’s car was being recovered into it. Hamilton’s race lead actually played against him, as it meant his team had the least amount of time to warn him of this. With there being just 19 seconds between the safety car deployment and him crossing the pit lane entry he was alerted to the issue 5 seconds too late. Mercedes error was thus understandable to an extent, whilst Alfa Romeo’s, who had a whopping 75 secs to warn Giovinazzi, was not. However, both teams could have avoided the penalties that soon came their way had their drivers noticed the red cross signals indicating the pit lane closure. Again though, it’s somewhat understandable that they didn’t. Being such an unprecedented occurrence, the only driver to register that the signs meant they could not pit was George Russell.

Once the signs were gone though everyone yet to pit but Stroll filed in, McLaren pulling off a flawless double stack. It turned out that pitting before the safety car was a great call, and when racing resumed Gasly and Leclerc were in 3rd and 6th, respectively. The Monegasque quickly swooped past the two Alfas but it was to be a short-lived high for Ferrari, as he lost the back end of the car at high speed and went careening off at the Parabolica. It could have been an extremely nasty accident but instead we were reminded once again of how brilliant the sport’s safety measures are. Due to the extent of the damage to the tyre barriers the race was red flagged, and Giovinazzi and Hamilton were informed of the punishments for their illegal pit stops – a ten second stop/go penalty. Whilst the combination of the first safety car and red flag cost McLaren a possible double podium, the pause in the race massively advantaged Lance Stroll, who was able to make his mandatory pit stop without, well, pitting! This loophole has kicked up a certain amount of chat and criticism across the world of F1 (especially from a certain Lando Norris), and maybe the rules will be altered to say the obligatory tyre change can’t take place under red flag conditions. As the vast majority of red flags are due to heavy rain, the cars are on wet weather tyres when they come in and hence this has never been an issue before; it will be interesting to see whether the FIA address this for future races.

Another anomaly thrown up by the non-wet weather red flag was a second standing start (as opposed to a rolling start as per usual). I liked this, as it was a more neutralised beginning to the second half of the race rather than being the race leader’s to control. With Hamilton taking his penalty at the end of the lap, which would place him in last, the re-start was Stroll’s to lose, and that's kind of what he did! Losing places to Gasly, the two Alfas, and Sainz, he was in 5th within two laps. Max Verstappen’s race came to a dismal end as he pulled into the pits with power unit issue, but he had an uncharacteristically poor race prior to this, failing to make much of an impact on the cars in front of him. As Raikonnen moved backwards through the field, Hamilton was battling up the order, overtaking with much more apparent ease than Bottas (though admittedly most of the cars in his way were of the slower variety). As the countdown to the finish began, it was Gasly, Sainz, Stroll at the top, a potential podium I found near impossible to imagine. Surely Bottas would wiggle his way up to second, Hamilton would appear in first and Verstappen would return from the dead to plonk his car in third? But the trio were secure, the only possibility of a mix-up coming from Sainz, who lap by lap was nibbling into Gasly’s lead.

It was only on the final lap though that he was able to get DRS, and as much as I love wheel to wheel racing, I was terrified of the prospect of the pair taking each other out and Bottas lucking his way onto the podium. But fortunately, it was not to be, and we were blessed with the first podium not to feature a Mercedes, Red Bull or Ferrari since Hungary 2012. In complete disbelief, I cried as Gasly crossed the line and the Alpha Tauri garage erupted with joy, the most emotional race ending for me since Abu Dhabi 2016. What it meant to both Gasly and the team was palpable. After an unimaginably difficult 18 months, that saw him relegated from Red Bull and lose one of his best friends in the most tragic of circumstances, Gasly emerged as one of the most deserving ever winners of a Grand Prix. For Alpha Tauri, it was their second ever win and first in 12 years, at their home race to boot. As the Red Bull mechanics congratulated their sister team and Leclerc, Grosjean and many more came to congratulate Gasly in Parc Ferme, the waterworks really started on my sofa. Add to that the Williams drivers’ heartfelt messages of thanks and farewell to Frank and Claire Williams and I was a sobbing mess! Gasly sitting alone on the top step of the podium, taking it all in, is an extremely poignant image I'm sure will live on for years in the minds of every F1 fan.

It was a superb weekend for McLaren, securing a 2nd and 4th on pace that gave them a brilliant boost in the constructor’s championship. Whilst it was a disappointing afternoon for Perez, Stroll continued what has been an impressive season, disproving his doubters with a second career podium. It was sad to see the Williams drivers unable to score at the family’s last race, but they do seem to be on the up and hopefully will be in good hands to return to the top of the sport. With retirements due to both mechanical and driver errors, the weekend couldn’t have gone worse for Ferrari at their home race; as Seb said it was a good thing the Tifosi weren’t there to witness it. Nonetheless, they've got two more Italian Grand Prix to try and claw back a bit of their reputation, with their 1000th race at Mugello set to be an unpredictable one that they can hopefully capitalise from. I can’t wait.

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membergroups + subplots

today, our content preview is going to be our membergroups and half of our site subplots!

our membergroups are pretty straightforward - the five boroughs of new york city (and we can’t forget out-of-city commuters!) we have noticed both from our own experience and you all’s survey responses that, with personality member groups, it’s often hard to fit a character into just one group. we find that it can be restrictive at times, so we wanted to make it easy. we gave a brief description of what the boroughs each offer, as well as a list of aesthetics that may guide you into picking a general vibe for your character to associate themselves with. even so, keep in mind that these aesthetics are not binding and don’t have to represent the character. the amazing thing about new york city is that no matter the stereotypes associated with a certain section of the city, there are always exceptions due to its incredible diversity!

next, we have six of our thirteen subplots! at this time, you’re free to go ahead and send an ask reserving spots in any of the subplots (whether listed in the blurb or not, you can put your character into any role in a subplot that you see fit!). today, we’ll be showing you the following six subplots: murder mystery, greek life, nyc ballet, broadway, staten island yankees and glow women’s magazine! if you’re holding your breath for any of our other subplots, don’t worry! we’ll be releasing the remaining seven very, very soon.

subplots will all be under the cut!

clockwork killer

21 years ago, a man named jonathan goldwyn was arrested for seven counts of murder and eight counts of kidnapping. his crime was meticulous, well planned out, and most importantly - terrifying. every six months a young girl (ages ranging from 14-21) from manhattan would go missing, and like clockwork, three months later to the day, her body would begin to turn up piece by piece. for three years, goldwyn terrorized the nypd with letters including nonsense puzzles as hints to his identity. it wasn't until he was turned in by his own son that the truth was revealed. the eighth victim, and only known survivor, moved to california never to return. two years ago, goldwyn died in the sing sing correctional facility after an altercation with a fellow inmate.

on december 31st, 2017 SAMANTHA CLAYTON left her home for a friends new years eve party. of course when she didn't return, her family began to worry. it was unlike her to not at least call, so immediately the police were brought in. at first, this was being handled as a typical missing persons case, until one month later when a letter arrived at the home of the LEAD DETECTIVE. a letter stating "i'm back, did you miss me?" with a 97% handwriting match to the late jonathan goldwyn. when march 1st came around and the police found their first piece of clayton, it was confirmed. new york city had a copycat killer on their hands.

despite the efforts of the nypd, when june 1st rolled around the cries of CHEYENNE JENKINS' parents could be heard for miles when she didn't return home. three months later, the city of new york waits to see what will turn up.

with time ticking, the nypd has nearly tripled their efforts to find the man who has begun to taunt the city once again. SUSPECT ONE a new york university professor who had both clayton and jenkins in separate english classes. the only common link found between the two girls. SUSPECT TWO, a fellow student with what can only be described as an unhealthy obsession with the case. and lastly, SUSPECT THREE, the only living child of jonathan goldwyn - the one who originally turned his father in for his crimes who moved back to new york only a few years before the killings began again.

* known associates of samantha clayton: 004. young with money

* known associates of cheyenne jenkins: 007. go greek

clayton family

FIRST CLAYTON / 45+ / FACE

FIRST CLAYTON / 20-26 / FACE

FIRST CLAYTON / 20-26 / FACE (daisy)

SAMANTHA CLAYTON / 19 / FACE TBD

jenkins family

FIRST JENKINS / 45+ / FACE

FIRST JENKINS / 19-26 / FACE

CHEYENNE JENKINS / 21 / FACE TBD

dedicated officers

FIRST LAST / LEAD DETECTIVE / 30+ / FACE

WESLEY JAIN / 28 / DEV PATEL

FIRST LAST / AGE / FACE

suspects

FIRST LAST / SUSPECT 1 / 30+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / SUSPECT 2 / 20+ / FACE

FIRST GOLDWYN / SUSPECT 3 / 35+ / FACE

greek life (nyu alpha chi mu & tri pi)

in such a huge city, it can be easy for people of all ages to find themselves lost in the crowd. however, the hardship seems to fall unevenly on the young students that come from as far as siberia - or as close as greenwich village - to come to schools in new york city. without a campus or a physical way to corral students together, new york university has established an extensive list of activities, clubs and opportunities to get students together and make the city a little smaller.

something that sets nyu apart from its university counterparts in the city - like columbia, fordham, and countless others - is that is has a thriving network of greek life organizations that many students take advantage of when they come in as freshman. it's a home for many, a way to make connections with like-minded individuals and make use of the opportunities and connections that a fraternity or sorority offers.

in recent years, greek life at nyu has found itself hitting roadblock after roadblock. fraternities have been shut down, forbidden from hosting parties or even participating in philanthropic events. after two of the so-called top tierfraternities found themselves being pushed off campus, alpha chi mu has found themselves in an awkward position. they'd never been a top tier fraternity themselves, but with their competition gone they've moved up significantly in the ranks. now, recruitment is busier than ever with guys fighting tooth and nail for spots in what is now their best shot at being cool. the current members, in response, are both swimming in the new attention and grappling for some sense of familiarity that they've lost in the upending of their reputation.

their newfound status has surely not come without issue. the 2017-2018 school year came and went with several scandals that they successfully swept under the rug: several close calls with members getting alcohol poisoning or circulating speculation of the brothers spiking drinks at mixers with xanax (accompanied by rumors of harder drugs being sprinkled in with it). there were even whispers that a domestic dispute between a brother and his tri pi girlfriend turned violent and all the partygoers were sworn to silence, but if it really did happen, no one's saying.

despite all of this, alpha chi and nyu's top tier sorority, tri pi, are going into fall recruitment with a clean slate and a thirst for fresh blood - and fresh blood they'll get.

WHISTLEBLOWER is new to greek life, but she's not coming in without a goal. an ever-eager journalism major, she's heard the whispers around campus and saw it immediately as a chance to make a discovery and lift herself up in the process.

WHISTLEBLOWER's vying for tri pi and for a way to get close to alpha chi and all the dirty secrets she'll be able to unearth in the process. with the threat of being exposed and kicked off campus looming just behind the clouds where they haven't seen it yet, the brothers of alpha chi mu and the sisters of tri pi are simply getting ready for recruitment and a new pledge class to get to know. little do they know, they'll have to be on their best behavior to avoid letting WHISTLEBLOWER uncover all their indiscretions.

AXM

FIRST LAST / PRESIDENT / 21-22 / FACE

FIRST LAST / RECRUITMENT VP / 21-22 / FACE

FIRST LAST / COMMUNICATIONS VP / 21-22 / FACE

CHAD BAJEK / MEMBER / 21 / TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

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FIRST LAST / PRESIDENT / 21-22 / FACE

LYDIA BEATON / WHISTLEBLOWER / 20 / OLIVIA HOLT

new york city ballet

nobody goes to the ballet anymore.

at least, according to the board of the new york city ballet, one of the world’s foremost dance companies. seeing their ticket sales decline over the past decade, the board has been besides themselves figuring out how to bring in new patrons while still trying to appease the old.

one of their orders of business has been to diversify their staff. the young and ambitious M1 has recently been hired as the company’s new artistic director, charged with bringing his charisma and energy to the box office. as promised, he’s been working to siphon new, exciting talent… and to get rid of the old.

F1 is worried about this. she’s the company’s premiere principal, after all, and after years of playing the very best roles, the changing times are starting to freak her out. currently on what looks like to be a career downslide, she’s been in the studio more than ever, spending all her time and energy trying to keep her job.

which might not be enough when you’ve got girls like F2working their way up to the top — or is it sleeping? young, beautiful and reportedly not nearly as talented as she should be, she’s been recently promoted to principal dancer and is eyeing F1’s roles with hunger and determination. she swears she’s got the skill, and she puts in the time, but it probably doesn’t hurt that she’s been seeing one of the nycb’s top donors, M2, for the past couple of months, coinciding perfectly with her new gig. and that rumor about her fling with M1? well, she’ll never tell.

not that she has to, with gossips like F3 and F4 around. longtime friends of F1 and ballerinas of perfect pedigree, they’ve been doing their due diligence in spreading around petty gossip so F2 knows her behavior isn’t welcome here. F3has even been hatching a plan to leak it all to the press, once she’s got enough details… the principal spot really should’ve gone to her, after all.

will any of this matter? will the change in talent give the nycb the kick it needs to keep itself around? or will the drama playing out behind the stage be more important than what’s happening on it?

FIRST LAST / M1 (ARTISTIC DIRECTOR) / 32+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / M2 (DONOR) / 25+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / F1 (PRINCIPAL DANCER) / 30+ / FACE

ROBIN CASEY / F2 (PRINCIPAL DANCER) / 26 / DANIELLE CAMPBELL

FIRST LAST / F3 (SOLOIST) / 25+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / F4 (SOLOIST) / 20+ / FACE (daisy)

FIRST LAST / PRINCIPAL DANCER / 27+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / SOLOIST / 20+ / HWANG HYUNJIN (artemis)

WINNIE VO / SOLOIST / 22 / LANA CONDOR (jo)

FIRST LAST / CORPS DU BALLET / 20+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / DONOR / 20+ / AGE / FACE

clueless the musical

with the huge success of musicals adapted from movies, such as mean girls and anastasia, broadway's hottest trend shows no signs of dying off any time soon. maybe it's the nostalgia or maybe no one has any creative ideas left, but producers have been racing to be the ones to put on the next adapted smash hit, and it seems that each premiere generates even more buzz than the last. such is the case with writer robert kendall's latest production, clueless the musical. aptly titled after it's forefather, the classic 90s teen flick, clueless is fun, flashy, and smart. the cast, composed mostly of newcomers, bring impressive vocal chops with impeccable comedic timing to match. critics have been raving about the show - from the cast to the music to the production value - and tickets are selling out fast. but do these broadway newbies have what it takes to carry a show that will make a lasting impression or will the fading excitement of a new fad leave clueless in the dust?

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NINA JORDAN / DIONNE / 27 / LAURA HARRIER

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staten island yankees

ah, baseball: the great american pastime, played by kids all over the united states, loved and adored by millions. it's infiltrated american culture like few other subjects are able to do, with the mlb surpassing $10 billion dollars in revenue for the past year. the dream starts young for many, but it hardly stops once little league players grow up. so many young men across the country have taken it to the next level, playing in college or even the major leagues - but there is an intermediary step that many forget.

the minor leagues are where many people start, signed to a major league team but playing for their satellite minor league team. these players are young, fresh, hungry for blood and playing time, but they're not quite ready for everything that the major leagues offer and the responsibilities that come along with those vast opportunities. as realistic as it is to put a buffer between these young and hungry early-twenty-somethings and immeasurable fame and fortune, most of them don't see it that way.

the staten island yankees are the satellite team for the famed new york yankees, way across the river in staten island. they're small, some of them having played on bigger fields in high school or in brief stints in college before they made their way to the baby bombers, but they're mighty. as minor league goes, the staten island yankees are good.

after a pretty rough time without making it to the playoffs oncefor ten years in a row, something sparked with these underdogs. in 2015, they came out of nowhere and won the playoffs, setting an intimidating precedent for the following years. this year, they've got a promising roster of high school state champs and shining college stars that found the university circuit stage too dim for their big dreams.

all that talent comes at a cost though: egos are clashing, coaching styles are falling flat, and the whole team is wondering whether they can make a name for themselves like past years' teams have, helping themselves to stand out against all the other choices in the sea of baseball recruits. some are banding together, trying to build the team as a whole, and some are trying to shine individually - there's no telling which one will bank the most value, though, and only time will tell.

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glow magazine

with magazines shuttering left and right and journalism turning to digital, glow magazine — the number one women’s magazine in the country, where you can find everything from sex tips to celebrity interviews to thinkpieces on the state of the healthcare system — is in crisis mode.

over the past few years, glow has seen its subscriptions steadily decrease, only to plummet during the last financial year. in effort to bring some money to the business, its previous publisher recently sold the glossy to vancamp media, a media stronghold interested in restoring glow to its so-called former glory — and board members such as M1, whose family founded vancamp, has ideas of how to do it.

this puts glow editor-in-chief F1 in a tough spot. revered by the journalism world and her employees alike as strong, tough and incredible at what she does, F1 is suddenly seeing many of her choices go under the microscope by a company that swears she’s bleeding money left and right.

meanwhile, the company gossip mill is churning with rumors of layoffs and lower-paid replacements. this terrifies longtime section editors while maybe piquing the interest of younger upstarts, who just might be able to turn their youth (and lower pay) into a pitch to the board for a promotion. for example, digital director F2 is starting to wonder if she could be a contender for top dog should M1 decide her mentor, F1, just isn’t cutting it in the new frontier of journalism.

in the midst of all this chaos, will the women (and men) of glow band together to create the best possible product? or will tensions turning to rivalries get the better of everyone?

FIRST VANCAMP / M1 (BOARD MEMBER) / 35+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / F1 (EIC) / 40+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / F2 (DIGITAL DIRECTOR) / 30+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / FASHION DIRECTOR / 30+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / BEAUTY DIRECTOR / 30+ / FACE

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FIRST LAST / CULTURE & NEWS DIRECTOR / 30+ / FACE

FIRST LAST / HEALTH & FITNESS DIRECTOR / 30+ / FACE

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AUTUMN ELLIS / ASST. BEAUTY EDITOR / 25 / ZOEY DEUTCH

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