#my father has been in the sport for 20+ years
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Across Every Universe - Part 2
Well, I didn't expect this work to get this long. It was only supposed to be short but then I worked on it all day and for multiple hours on end?? I guess I just enjoy this concept so much! These are basically the stories I wanted to put in last time, but they needed their own chapter to truly shine.
I know people asked for Arthur and reader romance, but To Do Is To Dare has always been a racing fic first and romance second. I tried to add in all the people I could without going crazy with the plot line or it would have gotten out of hand (or more than it already is). There is a lot of Max and Charles (my two favorite boys on the grid).
If anyone has anything against Lestappen - there's the door :)
Please enjoy :)
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“Please stand for his Majesty King Max Emilian Verstappen, King of the Netherlands and Prince of Orange.”
Max always hated these announcements. Like, why did they have to always say his middle name and all the titles that came with it? He put on a gentle smile and waved to the crowds around him. Thankfully, his dressers had decided to forgo the kingly robes and opted for a nice suit with his pins. Definitely fitting for the Dutch Grand Prix.
This would be his ninth to attend since taking the throne at 18-years-old after his father passed away. The kind always enjoyed seeing the Orange Army at the home race.
After greeting everyone, he was led to the special box. Apparently, more than one royal had decided to attend as well. Max’s shoulders loosened when his eyes landed on a familiar figure.
“Charles!”
Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc, The Sovereign Prince of the Principality of Monaco. Max was always glad that his mother only chose one middle name for him instead of three.
The prince’s green eyes widened at the sight of the Dutchman. He waved off whoever he was speaking to and all but glided across the room. The two forwent the formalities and brought each other into a hug.
Max leaned back a bit to look the Monegasque in the eye.
“What are you doing here? Monaco not enough for you?”
There was a playful glint in his eyes as Charles rolled his. The brunet gestured to a plush couch in the corner, one that Max was excited to sit in.
Charles began to speak, a small smile on his face, “Well as you know, my brother is currently dating one of the drivers on the grid. And it is her home race so Arthur wanted to come watch.”
Max nodded, understanding perfectly. He knew exactly who Charles was talking about.
Y/n L/n, the only female driver, who currently was working on her fourth World Champion.
“And where is your brother now?”
“He’s in the garage,” Charles rolled his eyes. He had wanted to go, but an ambassador had insisted that he needed to talk to the prince.
“Why don’t we head there. I always want to say hello to my race winner.”
Now, Max and Y/n had a very loving sibling relationship. The king had watched her grow up karting and made sure to sponsor her and support her through her career. Without his support, the girl would not have been able to continue. Yet, when you put the royal Dutch crest on your Formula 3 car, someone has to know that it means something.
This would be her 4th season in Red Bull, having been 19 when she joined in 2019. She was only 20 when she won her first World Championship, breaking the record for the youngest ever to dominate the sport.
Now she was 24 and is on a path to win her fourth in only five races if she keeps up the winning streak. Max was only older by 3 years, yet he watched over her like a very protective older brother.
He and Charles had made their way down to the pitlane, much to their advisors’ chagrin. They passed by the Mercedes garage to say hello to King Lewis Hamilton III and then George Russell, Duke of Sussex. The two Brits had been friends or well, colleagues, with the other two reigning monarchs for quite some time. They were currently backing Kimi Antonelli and Mick Schumacher, the current driver line up for Mercedes.
Right next to the silver garage stood a very orange and bright one. Max was excited to see Lando Norris, Duke of York also in attendance. He was very close with the two Aussie drivers, Oscar Piastri and Daniel Ricciardo.
Down the line was Williams, who was attending to a very eager Logan Sargeant, the President of the United States’ kid. Max was fond of the blond and often said hello to him whenever he got the chance in diplomatic settings.
But finally, they were able to reach the big navy garage. Max could definitely pick up Arthur’s almost French accent everywhere. But, his ears were tuned to the sound of your Dutch accent that was similar to his.
“Geitje!” he called out, finding your blond hair against the navy racing suit.
You looked over your shoulder, pausing the conversation with your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes when you saw Max in his kingly splendor. You took a few steps toward the fellow Dutch and gave him a hug.
“I told you to quit calling me that. I’m not a kid anymore, or was never a goat for that matter.”
Charles took this moment to catch up with his brother.
Max looked down at you fondly. “You’ll always be that small kid whose suit was two sizes too big on her.”
You honestly wanted to cry, but you kept the tears in. There was a race that you needed to win.
“Are you going to give me my trophy this year?”
“Don’t I every year?”
You looked up in mock thought. “Well, there was that one year that you had appendicitis and your mom gave me my trophy.”
Max lightly nudged you. “That was one year, let it go.”
You grumbled. “Well I hope that someone won’t break my trophy this year.”
Your teammate, Ollie Bearman, popped his head up from where he was looking at his tyres.
“It was one year Y/n! One year!”
You giggled at the disgruntled yells from the British Driver. Ollie had been one of your favorite teammates.
Your first year, you were paired with the golden boy himself, Sebastian Vettel, before he retired with one last championship. And then your first year as world champion, you were paired with Oscar Piastri before he left for McLaren. Ollie had been your teammate for the past two years, but you had a feeling that he’d stick around for more than a year.
You got the heads up that the race would be starting soon. You turned back to Max.
“Are you staying here or do you have to go?”
Max had a mischievous glint in his eyes and was about to reply before being interrupted.
“Actually, their royal highnesses need to return to the royal box.”
Max fought the urge to roll his eyes. You only laughed and pushed him in the direction of the exit.
“Go, I’ll see you at the top.”
“Blijf veilig, alsjeblieft,” Max softly pleaded.
He really hated that you put your life on the line every weekend for the job that you loved. He remembers the first time you had a terrifying crash when you were unconscious until they got you to the hospital. He was told that you probably wouldn’t wake up. However, you defied the odds and were back in the seat for the next race.
You responded, just as gentle, “Voor jou, mijn koning, altijd.”
When Max left, he turned around one last time and witnessed you giving Arthur a quick kiss before he put your helmet on. It was something that the two of you had been doing since you started dating almost two years ago.
The Dutch king was back to walking with Charles to the box.
“So, when is he proposing.”
He hadn’t expected an answer, but was surprised when he got one.
Charles gave Max a look. “They’re actually going to a restaurant, and he plans to propose tonight.”
Max’s eyes widened at the confession. But, he got over it quickly before gently smiling. You deserved happiness, and you found that in his closest friend’s brother.
“So will she have to stop racing for royal duties?” the blond questioned.
Charles shook his head. “Non. Arthur will step down.”
Max clapped him on the back. “Guess you and Alexandra need to start with some heirs huh?”
Charles squinted up at him. “Says the man who currently needs to propose as well.”
The prince got the last laugh as he left Max stuttering for a comeback.
You won the race like Max knew you would. The king watched as you held your head up high as the Dutch National Anthem played loudly through the crowds. He saw the crowds of orange, the only ones rivaling the red Tifosi at Monza.
The crowds were shouting, “De Langverwachte! Onze kleine leeuw!”
The Long Awaited.
Their Little Lion.
Max had always wished for a champion from his home country. Something to ode back to the sport he loved as a kid. His wish came true in the form of you. People talked as the king publicly backed the only female driver on the grid. But he knew that you were something special. He was there as you took the championship from Vettel in the last lap of the 2020 season fair and square. Obviously he was thankful that there was no safety car to ruin your race of any kind. You had coped brilliantly against your older teammate and your talent truly showed.
Max was given the signal to head out with the hand painted trophy. He was honestly kind of scared to drop it. But he made it across the stage and handed it out to you.
You proudly took the trophy from Max after you bowed in respect. He may have been your friend, but he was your king first.
The ceramic trophy was held high once it was safely in your hands. Jokingly you hugged it tight as you gently stepped down off the podium. Ollie gawked at your childishness before spraying you with the champagne.
With trophy set down a nice ways away, you took your own bottle. Except, instead of spraying Ollie, you pointed it at Max, whose jaw was on the floor as you came after him with the liquid.
If you were having fun now, you wouldn’t expect what was coming later that night.
And you said yes.
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“Zusje!”
Your eyes widened at the familiar squeaky and young voice. You turned your whole body away from your race engineer to only be taken down in the knees. Once you were on the floor, you laps was immediately filled with a small body that had bleach blond hair and bright blue eyes.
“Maxy, Ik heb je gemist Kleintje!”
“Uh Y/n, is everything good?” Charles’s voice sounded from above. You stared back at your teammate in the red overalls. You grabbed under the child’s arms and hoisted him up along with yourself.
“Yep! Charles meet Max. Max meet Charlie.”
Max’s small eyes widened before he tucked himself in your neck. Your hand came up and rubbed his back as you cooed. You turned back to Charles.
“He’s a bit shy in front of his favorite driver.”
You poked Max’s side and his giggles filled the room. The small one turned his head and peered at the Monegasque whose eyes were wide, looking at the child in his teammate’s arms.
“Didn’t know you had a kid.”
Your jaw dropped at his statement.
“He’s not my kid, idiot. He’s my brother,” you hissed, lightly bouncing Max up and down as you swayed side to side.
“Oooohhhh.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah oh. I’m younger than you.”
“One night stand?”
“Charles!”
The brunet laughed loudly, making Max giggle a bit with him. You looked down into his blue eyes.
“Oh so you think that’s funny hm? I’m getting bullied.”
Max only giggled more before pointing at Charles.
“Rari?”
You lovingly stared at him in your arms. “Yep, Rari.” You saw how Charles was staring at Max. “You want to hold him?”
Charles dropped everything (only his water bottle) and reached out to take Max. Once he was in Charles’s arms, Max immediately rested his head on his shoulder and gripped the red suit. You smiled fondly at the two.
“He’s so small,” Charles whispered after seeing the kid’s eyes close in slumber.
You ruffled the spiky blond hair. “Yeah, he’s only 3 though. Full of wonder.”
“Y/n!”
Ah, there was your mother. You looked over and saw Sophie walking with your other sister Victoria. Thankfully, your dad was nowhere to be found. After you found out what he had done to Max, you put in a restraining order against him immediately.
It was a hard discussion with your mom when you told her that she needed to divorce him. Tears were shed and hearts were broken. But, you never wanted to see another bruise on your younger brother again.
It was fine if he did that to you. But to Max?
Jos wouldn’t stand a chance against your anger. He had shaped you to be like him.
A racer. A winner. The best.
But being the best wasn’t supposed to be the most important anymore. And if he wanted you to be like him, then he’ll get his own anger thrown back into his face. You remembered how your fist met his eye after you found Max alone with him one night. An ugly purple thing covered Max’s tiny wrist and there was a scratch on his face.
You had just returned home from a triple header and wanted to surprise your family. Only, you came home to Max’s screams of terror and Jos Verstappen yelling. You didn’t think, you just did. Sophie and Victoria returned home to multiple police cars and an ambulance in front of the house. When they finally were told what happened, they found you covering Max’s body with your arms as you spoke to one of the paramedics. A blanket was draped around your shoulders and a bruise was forming on your face as well.
After that, you moved your entire family to Monaco with you. Your house was plenty bit and you only shared it with Charles whenever he came over to play FIFA. But now, whenever he wanted to play, you insisted on going to his house.
It might have been to protect your family. Or it might have had to do with a certain handsome brother that Charles had.
Definitely the first one.
Hence why Charles had never met Max beforehand. But that also didn’t stop the little gremlin from choosing Charles as his favorite driver and not his sister.
It’s not like you were bitter or anything.
You walked toward your family and gave the two women a hug.
“I’m glad that you could come today!” you told them, truly happy at their arrival. It wasn’t like it was a big race. You had already won the championship last week, which sadly they weren’t able to make it. But Max was still up past his bedtime when you got home after. The kid sleepily muttered that he was glad you won, even though you had beaten Charles. Yet, you reminded him that Charles had won the year before and it was sissy’s turn.
Sophie looked at Max in Charles’s arms. “He’s so comfortable. I honestly thought he’d be scared of men after what happened.”
Victoria nodded in agreement.
You crossed your arms. “I think that Max knows that dad wasn’t a good man. And well, he still loves Lando though.”
“Is that Max?”
Speaking of.
Max’s head jerked up from Charles’s shoulder at the familiar voice. His little head swerved in the direction of the papaya clad driver.
“Lanno!”
Max started to squirm in the captive arms. Charles quickly set him down, not wanting him to fall. Max immediately ran to the Briton, who picked him up with ease. At the sight of the two, Charles pouted.
You knocked him with your shoulder. “Don’t’ worry, you’re still his favorite. He bought Max a toy McLaren for his birthday and Max demanded that I paint it red and add a 16 on the side.”
Charles seemed to gleam with pride at the confession.
“Don’t tell Lando though. He’d be devastated.”
What Lando didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“Hey little man. You ready to watch the race?”
Max’s head bobbed quickly.
“Are you going to watch Lanno win?”
At that, Max shook his head making Lando’s eyes widened.
“Little Verstappen I am hurt.” Lando clutched his hand to his heart in mock hurt. Max only stared at him while the McLaren driver put on a bit of a show.
Charles piped up from beside you. “Max, is Charlie going to win?”
Max, once again, shook his head. Now that made you confused, because Max always cheered for Charles. You cocked your head as you looked at your brother.
“Then who Maxy?”
The boy shyly pointed at you before muttering, “Zusje gaat jullie allemaal verslaan.”
Not that made you laugh out loud, causing even more confusion to the two male drivers. You covered your mouth as you continued to laugh. Sophie and Victoria laughing as well.
You smirked at your rival and teammate.
“He said I’m going to kick your asses.”
Max gasped as he heard your words.
“Bad words!”
Max pouted as he was put down by Lando. His little legs ran to you and his arms stretched out wanting you to pick him up. You squatted and scooped him up. Your arms tightened around him as he tried his best to hug you.
“Sorry for the bad words kid.”
“’S ok,” he slurred, getting even more tired. It was definitely his nap time. And it was time to get in your car. You handed him back to Sophie, who gave you a kiss on your head as you stooped. You gave a quick hug to Victoria before going back to kiss Max’s head.
“I’ll win for you ok?”
Obviously, he couldn’t hear you, but you would say it anyway. You turned away from your family to get ready.
“Going soft on me L/n?” Lando quipped, making his way out of your garage.
You discreetly flipped him off, to which he laughed at as he left. It took about 30 minutes to get in the car and get everything ready. You swerved your head, making sure the helmet was tight. Your eyes flitted about the garage and caught sight of your family again. Max was now wide awake and waving at you.
Your gloved hand reached out and displayed your fingers wide. The little boy reached over in his mom’s arms and clapped your hand with his small one. You were given the signal that it was time and drove off once Sophie was out of the way.
Her and Max watched as you rounded the corner in your red Ferrari, out of sight.
Sophie leaned down and kissed her youngest’s head.
“Mijn baby, zal zus winnen?”
Max’s small voice was just loud enough for her to hear.
“Ja mama, sij is kampioen.”
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(btw - I made the max pic because no one has good edits of him in a ferrari suit)
“Scuderia Ferrari Signs Y/n L/n for the 2024 Season”
“Ferrari Mistake? The Formula 1 Team Signs the Youngest Driver to Date”
“Ferrari Becomes the First Formula 1 Team to Sign Female Driver”
“Former F1 Champion Lorenzo Alessandrino Backs Goddaughter as Her Race Engineer”
“How Will Verstappen React to His Younger Teammate on the Track?”
You hadn’t known what to expect when you arrived at the paddock first thing on Saturday morning. You had convinced Lorenzo to bring you early so you could at least avoid some of the crowds, if not all. However, it seemed like everyone else liked that plan as well, and the paddock was full.
You hung back near Enzo as the two of you walked side by side. Your hands gripped your backpack straps hard, turning your knuckles almost stark white. Thankfully, your sunglasses kept your wide and scared eyes from the public. It wasn’t that you were scared of people. It’s what you thought that they thought about you that made you nervous.
Just 17 and baby faced.
Something that wasn’t heard of in 2024. Yet, with older drivers retiring back and forth, the FIA had to make new changes to deal with the need of rookie drivers. Hence why Lorenzo pushed to have Ferrari sign you as early as possible. You basically went from karting, to Formula 2 and didn’t even start your second season.
It came as a shock when Lewis Hamilton finally retired after only one year at Ferrari. You had thought that he’d want to get one more championship to make it to 9. But, life throws curveballs and it was headed straight to you.
Now you had to face your new teammate, a champion himself, Max Verstappen. You let out a sigh of relief when you noticed that he was talking to Charles Leclerc and Fernando Alonso. The two black Mercedes polos stood out in contrast to Max’s red one. You took a quick glance at the two drivers and realized that they were already watching you.
Your cheeks heated up as you quickened your steps to get to the garage faster. Once you were in the safety of the garage, you let out a deep sigh.
Lorenzo looked at you with a sad smile. He knew you were going to be overwhelmed for the entire day. He took his backpack off and reached down in, fingers feeling for your headphones. He took them out and handed them to you.
You immediately put them on, connected them to your phone, turned on the music, and got to work on your racing journal. You wanted to go over your notes before the race. While you were distracted, Enzo took a little walk, trying to find some coffee.
He ended up walking past the group of three drivers and smiled at Charles. The Italian knew of him growing up and was excited to see him in a team that gave him a good championship winning car.
He nodded his head toward your new teammate. “Max.”
Max’s eyes lightened at the familiar face. “Enzo!”
The two bro-hugged before parting, letting Enzo greet the two Merc drivers. When he was done, Max had a teasing attitude.
“Can’t convince you to stay as my engineer? Don’t get me wrong, I love GP, but you knew me better.”
Enzo smiled and shook his head. “No can do. Gotta take care of my kid.”
Fernando entered the conversation. “Where is she? We saw her walking but then she disappeared.”
The older man scratched his head. “Yeah, she tends to do that. She’s a bit nervous.”
Charles scoffed. “I’ll say. They shouldn’t have said anything until Wednesday. Sky Sports announced it way too early.”
The Monegasque had something similar happen to him when he first joined Mercedes. It had all been planned that he would take Valtteri Bottas’s seat mid-season. Yet, Sky Sports announced it before Mercedes had a chance to even say that Bottas had wanted to retire early due to an illness. The media had made Charles into a seat-stealing villain his first season.
The engineer nodded sadly. “I think she’s also nervous about the team.”
Max looked at him with a shocked expression. “The team?”
Enzo waved his hands. “She has full confidence. Y/n’s a bit nervous about trying to be on your level Max.”
Well, that didn’t settle well with the Dutchman. Great, he was excited to have such a young teammate: someone who he could get along with and help them grow in the sport. But now, you were afraid of him?
“She’s not scared of you Max, just nervous.”
Oh. He said that out loud.
Max glanced back at the garage. “Can I go talk to her.”
Enzo nodded before handing him a pen. “I forgot to give this to her, she’ll be looking for it. You don’t mind giving it to her right?”
“Not at all,” he responded, thankful for something that could break the ice between the two of you.
Max grasped the pen and made his way to the overly bright red garage. He really wished Ferrari would take a page out of Mercedes’s book and make everything black. But no, they had to show off the corsa rosso red.
You were too busy writing some notes down, with the wrong pen, to notice Max’s shoes now in your line of sight. The Dutchman lightly nudged your own shoe, which had your head jerking up to look at him.
Your eyes widened and your hands reached to pull your headphones off.
Max only smiled down at you. He thought that you looked like a scared mouse. He wondered if you were quiet like one as well.
“Mind if I sit?” he asked.
You could only shake your head no and scoot over as Max sat down on the concrete near you. The two of you sat in silence as you continued to scribble. Max suddenly remembered the pen in his hand.
“Here. Enzo wanted me to give this to you.”
Your fingers lightly touched his as you grabbed it from him.
To Max, you also reminded him of his sister at this age. Shy, meek, quiet. But he had seen your videos and your impressiveness on the track. Your overtakes were nothing to be overlooked. He heard you sigh as the pen now nicely glided over the pages.
The Dutchman let his eyes wander over the pages. He noticed that you were even taking notes on him as well.
You didn’t look at him, but you spoke, “If you break a bit later on turn 4, you can cut off another tenth.”
Your voice gave Max whiplash as he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him without being prompted. His mind ran as he tried to remember turn 4. When he did the calculations he was surprised to find that you were correct.
“How did you..”
“I watched your onboards from last season. You’re very, what’s the word,” you gave him a smirk, “predictable.”
Max’s jaw dropped, which caused you to laugh a bit. Max, although shocked, was glad that you were coming out of your shell a bit.
He leaned over to whisper, “Are you overwhelmed with the red as much as I am.”
You smiled as you whispered back, “It is positively draining. Why can’t they do black like Mercedes?”
Max threw his hands up. “That’s what I’ve been saying.”
You pretended to think. “What if we gang up on them. They can’t resist both drivers.”
Max put on a weird accent, making his voice higher. “It’s either change the garage and everything to black or we walk.”
That made you snort which caused Max to wheeze.
Enzo was just on his way back with two coffees (both for him) when he heard the sound of you laughs mixed with Max’s. He smiled fondly at the two drivers. He took a sip before putting on his bright red headphones that he needed for qualifying. He coughed a bit, but it was soon over. Nothing like the sickness that he barely beat back in 2019. He was thankful that he got to continue to watch you grow.
Max asked, “How far do you think you’ll get in qualifying?”
You thought for a moment. “Uh, I hope to make it to Q2 if possible.”
The Dutchman lifted his hand to ruffle your hair. Your hands swatted at him as you pouted.
“I think you can get farther.”
You only shrugged. “We’ll see.”
The car was definitely your safe space. You felt as though you could finally breathe easier.
“Radio check please.”
“Loud and clear Enzo.”
“Ok, let’s get this bread.”
You shook your head as you sat in the car. “Please never say that again.”
Much to your and the team’s delight, you made it past Q1 and Q2. And you ended Q3 in the second row in P3. Max had just missed pole by mere hundredths. Charles Leclerc always had scarily good one lappers in the third session.
Max gave you a giant hug at the end of the session, very glad at your positioning.
As he had his arms around you, he thought to himself.
“Yeah. You were going to be great.”
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The big letters stood out to Max as his eyes began to water.
“Not Applicable for Adoption at this Time” was all the top said. He hadn’t bothered to read the rest. He knew what it was going to say. It’s what every letter said for the past few months.
They weren’t approved.
They traveled too much.
There weren’t any in their preferred age group that were adoptable right now.
They wouldn’t be able to take care of a baby.
They were…Max didn’t even want to mention the word.
He glanced at the gold band that adorned his ring finger on his left hand. The sight made his eyes water more. The paper was quickly crumpled and thrown to the side. The Dutchman leaned forward and put his hands over his face and just sobbed.
They had been trying for so long. The conversation had started two years ago as they lied in bed one night. They were nearing the ends of their careers, but they hadn’t wanted to wait until they were retired. They were sure in their marriage enough to where they both could handle a baby in their lives.
A mini them running around, playing with Jimmy and Sassy. The thought was too much to bear right now though.
The door clicked but Max hadn’t heard, he just continued to sob.
“Amore, I’m back from the shop. They had the pastries that you really liked. Amore?”
Max started sobbing harder. Before he heard knew it, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. He heard a big sigh as a head rested against his back.
“Another one?”
Max didn’t even reply, but his sobs had subsided into quiet sniffles. Charles glanced over at the crumpled paper that had been tossed to the side. He’s told Max time and time again to wait until he gets home to read them, but the older was always a bit too excited or anxious to wait. He bit his tough, not wanting to say anything that could upset the Dutchman even more.
“It will be all right.”
“Will it?” Max bit back, full of sadness and anger. But, it wasn’t anger at Charles. He was angry at the world.
“It will,” Charles hummed. However, the Monegasque was also getting run down by all the rejection letters. He didn’t know how much more he could take. But, he wanted to be strong for Max. For himself. For their hopeful future child.
“Every time Charlie. Every time, it’s always a different excuse.”
“Our time will come.”
“But what if it doesn’t? We aren’t getting any younger Charles.”
The Monegasque harshly inhaled. He stopped rubbing Max’s back. Although, he really didn’t know when he started.
He went to say something, yet his phone rang loudly, breaking the silence of the room. Charles muttered something about wanting to hang up, but his breath hitched at the sight of the name at the top of his phone. His thumb had never pressed the answer button.
He quickly put the call on speaker.
“Bonjour?”
“Ah, Mr. Verstappen?”
“This is he.”
“Is your husband here with you?”
Max perked up at the question. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was now paying attention. He scooted even closer to Charles, face almost in the phone.
Charles chuckled at Max’s closeness.
“Oui, he is here.”
“Ok, so we just got a call from the Princess Grace Hospital. We think you want to come here for this.”
Max gulped before whispering. “It is what we think it is?”
Charles held his breath as he and Max waited for the answer.
“Why don’t you come find out.”
The two of them could hear the playfulness as the their adoption agent hung up the phone. They looked into each other’s eyes before they dashed around, getting their shoes on. Max almost tripped as he hopped on one foot, his shoe getting caught on his finger. Charles chuckled as he bent to tie his own shoe.
Max was halfway out the door, still waiting.
“Come on Charlie.”
“Mon amore, are you forgetting something?”
Max patted his pockets and realized he forgot the key that were now dangling on Charles’s finger.
“Oh.”
Charles rolled his eyes as he walked toward the door, grabbing Max’s waste as he walked. The Dutchman quickly followed him to the Monegasque’s Ferrari Purosangue. He bought the SUV when he and Max put in their first adoption profile.
Max huffed as he noticed that Charles was going below the speed limit.
“Baby, can you maybe, hurry up?”
Charles only hummed as a reply. He did step on the gas a bit, but the Monaco speeds were slow as it. It wasn’t their fault that they drove ridiculously fast cars and his husband was currently high strung.
Charles put his hand on Max’s thigh and started to rub small circles, which in the long run did help Max calm down a bit.
The Dutchman had calmed down some by the time they parked in front. Charles started to get out of the car, but Max’s hand grabbed his arm before he got far. Charles recognized the look of fear on his husband’s face. His pointer finger found the golden band on Max’s finger and started to rub it.
“What if- What if- What if it happens again.”
Charles’s eyes drooped a bit at the sadness in Max’s voice.
“But what if it doesn’t?”
A glimmer of hope came back to Max’s eyes as he places a chaste kiss on Charles’s lips.
“Let’s go.”
With an unbuckle of his seatbelt, Max was out the door. Charles had to catch up to Max’s larger steps. His hand soon found Max’s as they walked in. He squeezed three times, and got three in return.
Charles look the lead as they approached the front desk. The lady at the computer had a nice attitude as she gave them a smile when she looked up from her screen.
“May I help you gentlemen?”
“Ah, yes, my husband and I got a call from our adoption agent, Mitch Walker.”
The lady’s eyebrows raised as she started to type on her computer once again. Max bounced in his place, willing the lady to type faster.
“Ah, floor three, room 89.”
“Thank you,” Charles stated, already watching Max walk toward the elevator. He chuckled as he slowly followed, knowing the elevator would arrive when he got there. Inside the contraption, Max read the list of floors.
His finger traced them until he got to the third floor.
“Charlie.”
Charles looked where his finger had landed.
Delivery floor.
Before Charles could react, the elevator doors opened. They both bolted into the hallway.
86.
87.
88.
89.
They both paused in front.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
Charles grabbed the nob and slowly twisted. The room was a bit dim and Mitch was standing in the middle of the room. She turned at the sound of the door and a smile made a way on her face.
“Hi guys,” she whispered. She stepped closer and pulled a curtain that cut the room in half.
“Hi,” Charles replied, also whispering.
Mitch put her hands together. “So, we have a little someone who was given up today. If everything goes well, you two might be going home with a baby today.”
Tears welled up in Max’s eyes at her words. He choked down a sob and bit his knuckle.
“I just need you two to wash your hands and then you can meet her.”
Charles whispered, “Her?”
Mitch only nodded.
This time, Charles was the one to let out a small sob. They gingerly walked over to the sink, hands bumping into each other as they rinsed under the water. Once dry, Mitch dragged the curtain back over.
In the middle of the smaller section near a couch, lied a bassinet. With bated breath, Charles and Max peered over. Tears now welling in both their eyes. Max’s finger gently moved towards the baby’s face.
He lightly grazed the soft cheek, causing the baby to squirm. Max had never jerked his hand away from something faster. Charles let out a small and quiet laugh. The baby’s hand was open, inviting Charles to put his finger in the tiny palm.
The baby suddenly curled her fingers around the one finger, eyes suddenly opening. The Dutchman wanted to cry once again. Her green eyes peered up at him. Max’s eyes caught a tuft of hair and he gently pulled back the tiny hat. Blond hair appeared in a small bit. He gently pulled the hat back into place.
His blond hair.
Charles’s green eyes.
Charles turned to Mitch.
“Can I hold her.”
A single nod had Charles scooping the baby in his arms, and he placed her on his chest. His body leaned back just a bit to accommodate her. Max immediately took his phone out and took a picture. He was definitely going to use that as his lock screen picture from now on.
Max watched as Charles sat on the small couch in the corner. Max followed suit and sat next to him.
The baby was looking right at him.
“Hello little one,” he whispered, finding the courage to graze her face once again. A small smile appeared on the girl’s face, but it was short lived. But, Max had seen it and he was happy that it was directed at him.
“-ax, Amore.”
His eyes shot up to Charles’s face.
“Yes?”
The brunet rolled his eyes. “I asked: Do you want to hold her?”
Max could only nod. Charles gently handed her over to his husband and watched as his big hands cradled the baby. One hand was gently placed on her bum and the other on her head. He cooed at the man and baby, seeing tears stream down his face.
Mitch quietly approached the couple. “So, it seems like everything is going well. I can almost read your minds and I got your application approved. It’ll take a while for everything to come in but you are good to take her home.”
Charles stood and gave her a giant hug: big enough for the both of them. She patted Charles’s back before grinning widely again.
“You know, she doesn’t have a name yet.”
Max’s head whipped from the baby to the woman.
“We get to name her?” he questioned, heart filling with so much love. There were so many names that he and Charles had picked out. The first name would be something special, something not used before. The middle names would be in honor of loved ones past and present. And then, the baby would take both last names.
Mitch came over with a certificate and pen in hand.
“Do you two know or do you need a moment?”
Max nodded at Charles and then looked back down at the beautiful green eyes that stared up with him.
Charles did the honors.
“Her name is Y/n Julia Sophie Pascale Antoinette Leclerc-Verstappen.”
Little Y/n. Oh how the world wasn’t ready. But it would welcome her with open arms.
Earth 959589
“Shit!” you yelled, tumbling out of bed. You were late, oh you were so late. Max was going to kill you and you could say goodbye to your seat.
Before the season even started.
You tripped as you pulled on a shoe, face planting back into the bed. Your phone was currently blowing up with notifications as it rested on the side table. You hastily pulled on your Red Bull polo and grabbed your jeans. Your foot got stuck since you put your shoes on first.
Great move Y/n, great move.
You finally got a hand on your phone and answered the call.
“Where are you? Max is close to having an aneurism,” your race engineer hissed through the phone.
“I know Charles, but my alarm never went off!”
Your head was pressing your phone to your shoulder as you talked and walked toward the elevator.
“Just please get here ASAP,” he sighed. You could see the man rubbing his eyebrows, even if you couldn’t see him.
“I’m getting in the car now.”
“You better be thankful. I’ll see you here.”
When you arrived to the paddock, you went directly to the interviews, which you were late for as well. You winced as you walked in front of everyone and sat down, face ablaze in red.
Lando poked your side. At least he went with the polo so you two could be matching some. He leaned over when a question was directed to Arthur.
“Max is going to kill you.” He smirked as he leaned away. Your microphone accidentally picked up the smack to his shoulder. Some eyes landed on you as you tried to duck away.
Arthur looked over at you. “Nice of you to join us champ.”
You shrugged. “My alarm didn’t go off.”
“Sure.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse you?”
Before you could get any farther, a journalist asked a question directed toward you.
“Y/n, if I may, how is this season a bit different than last?”
Your eyes looked up as you thought of a good answer. “Uh, well, there was a lot of change within Red Bull this past winter break. My old teammate went to being my team principal. And then he somehow convinced Charles to join as well and be my race engineer.”
A scoff came from Arthur that cause you to lean to look at him.
“Are you all right Leclerc?”
The Monegasque rolled his eyes.
“I would like to have my brother back please.”
“Well, too bad I got him first. And then back to my question. Lando became my teammate and he’s giving me a run for my money.”
Lando smirked at that statement.
“Ah yes, the cheeky little bugger he is. But, I’m really on track for my second championship. Maybe next year I’ll let Lando get one.”
The journalist thanked you for your good answer.
Fortunately the press conference ended after that. Yet, it was unfortunate for you since you could feel Max’s glare from miles away. You stopped, causing Arthur to bump into your back.
“Any chance I can come hide in your driver’s room?”
Arthur shook his head yes, giving you some hope.
“No.”
You visibly deflated as you watched him walk toward the bright red garage.
A sigh left your lips as you stalked toward the garage. Charles gave you a sympathetic look as you walked past. His hand rubbed your shoulder until he gently pushed you toward Max. You winced under the Dutchman’s glare.
“My office Y/n.”
You could only follow him into the office. You took the first seat you passed in front of the large desk. Max rubbed his eyebrows and sighed. But, you panicked.
“I’m so sorry Max. I swore I turned on my alarms last night, but I was up late going over data again because I can’t let the team down again like last race. I know that I can make up the speed. And then my phone was on silent and then I tripped on my shoe and the car got stuck in traffic. I swear I went straight to the conference. I won’t be late again I promise, just please don’t take away my seat.”
Max watched in horror as you lost your composure right in front of him. This monologue only told him that you were truly scared that he’d kick you off the team because of a little DNF last race. His heart dropped as he saw tears stream down your face as you visibly shook.
He stood up quickly and rounded the desk. His hands dropped on your shoulders.
“Kid, kid. Listen to me. You’re not going to lose your seat. I was just worried when you didn’t show up and when you didn’t answer mine or Charles’s calls.”
“Oh.”
Max wanted to laugh. “Yes, oh. Do you remember all the times I used to show up late? The times that Charles showed up late as well?”
You let out a chuckle as you remembered both Ferrari drivers would show up a bit late. No one ever seemed to mind. You let out a sigh of relief.
Max stood up and walked toward the door. “Now, let’s go out there and what do we do?”
“Kick names and take ass!”
Max rolled his eyes. “Sure kid. Sure.”
Earth 1218 - Present Earth
You gasped as you sat up in your bed.
“Kid?” Max questioned, head popping up from the couch. Vegas had been super early again and you and Max didn’t want to go back to the hotel when you had FP2 soon. So, the two of you just curled up in his driver’s room. His voice was groggy as he had just gotten up from an interrupted nap as well.
You clutched your head and groaned.
“I had such weird dreams.”
“Oh. Tell me?” Max’s head was already back down on his pillow.
“You were a king, and then you were my younger brother?”
Max snorted but let you continue. He knew that you wouldn’t remember in the morning anyway.
“And then you were my teammate at Ferrari and Charles drove for Mercedes, Enzo was there. Oh, and then you and Charles were married.”
“Kid you have been watching too many Lestappen edits on Twitter and TikTok.”
You only grumbled.
“I do not. Finally you were my team principal.”
“Strange. Go back to sleep.”
Max never got an answer back, because you were already zonked. He chucked and turned back over, phone clenched in his hand as he watched the edit of Charles’s 2022 sunset lap into his 2023 pre-storm qualification. However, he didn’t know that his volume was so loud.
“He was sunshine, I was midnight rain…And I could see it all in my mind…”
“I KNEW IT! YOU WATCH THEM TOO!”
“GO TO SLEEP!”
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bedtime stories ll l.h.
pairing: lewis hamilton x wife!reader
warnings: none, just fluff
summary: the story of your relationship, as told through the bedtime story of Josie Hamilton.
word count: 1.3k
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“Josie!” You yell down the hall. “Time for bed!”
“Momma!” You hear a frustrated groan from the playroom where your daughter has taken up residence. “I’m not even that tired.” The three-year-old shouts, making her way out of the playroom and towards where you stand, hands on your hips as you peer down at her tired eyes.
“Baby, if you go to bed, I will tell you a story.” You offer, stroking her curls off her forehead.
“The story of you and dad?” She begs, grabbing your hand from her hair and pulling you towards her room. You laugh at her quick change in mood as you agree to tell the story.
“Okay, but only if you get into your pajamas and get in bed.” Josie agrees to your bargain, slipping into her favorite pair of Disney princess pj’s and jumping into her new big girl bed that her dad had put together for her recently, with the help of Sebastian over facetime.
“Okay, where to start?” You ponder out loud, thinking of your husband and how you should go about telling this story.
“From the very beginning, momma!” Josie exclaims, moving over under her covers so that you could lie down with her.
“Okay, okay.” You scoot in close to her, wrapping your arm around her and beginning your story. “I met your father when I was working for McLaren in 2009, your father was coming off his first championship win in F1, and I had been interning under his lead mechanic.”
“And you guys locked eyes from across the room and fell in love?” Josie interrupts in excitement.
“Not quite.” You laugh, wrapping the covers tighter around her as she settled further into her bed for your story. “I talked to him maybe three times that entire season, he was a hotshot driver and I was an intern, we didn’t have much overlap.
“I was offered a leading position at Red Bull the following year, helping to develop the car that Sebastian won in.” You continue, a small smile forming on your lips as you reminisce. “The next time I spoke to your father was at a party celebrating Sebastian’s championship. He had come with Jenson to celebrate, Jenson never letting up a chance at a party.
“He came off a little snobby to me at first, you can get quite the ego when you are at the top of your sport, and only 1 of 20.” You explain, moving your hands as you talk. “He came up to me and offered to get me a drink, I had only talked to him a few times, but who was I to pass up a drink.
“He ended up asking for my number before he left, and that was that.” You sigh, thinking back to that night and how much alcohol the two of you had consumed, drunken secrets and actions that your daughter wasn’t quite old enough to hear about yet.
“But momma, when did you guys fall in love?” Josie asks, invested in the story.
“I’m getting there, I promise.” You laugh at her impatience before continuing with your retelling. “I stayed at Red Bull, occasionally running into your father at different parties and around the paddock, but it wasn’t until 2013, three years later, that anything happened.
“It was another championship for Sebastian, but by the end of the season Mercedes had offered me a job, and I had talked with Christian and decided that I would take it. And so I was one of the mechanics working on Nico Rosberg’s car. I talked with your father a lot more that year, growing closer and becoming friends. I have to confess that I liked him as a lot more than a friend for the next couple of years, but we were work colleagues first, and I wasn’t going to put my career in jeopardy over a boy.”
“Mom!” Josie exclaims in exasperation, her brown eyes wide with anticipation for the romance. “When do you guys kiss and get me?”
“I promise I am getting there, you just have to be patient. If I wasn’t patient then I never would have gotten you.
“Anyways, I stayed at Mercedes for a while before my dream spot at Ferrari opened up and I left Mercedes in 2015. I was at my dream job, back working alongside Sebastian, and finally starting to realize I wanted to settle down.” Josie is trying to keep her eyes from closing, fighting against the sleepiness she is feeling.
“Maybe this story can be ended tomorrow, hmm?” You suggest, noticing the tired eyes and her yawns.
“No!” Josie quickly exclaims. “I can stay up, I want to hear this!”
“Ok,” You smile fondly, continuing your story. “Well anyways, I was working with Sabastian, who had become a good friend of mine while I was at Red Bull, and he had suggested that he set me up on a blind date.”
“I was hesitant at first, not wanting a date disaster, but Sebastian wouldn’t stop pestering me about it so I finally caved.”
“And you had the best date of your life with dad?”
“Oh no, it was probably the worst date I have ever been on!” You exclaim, laughing at the memory. “He showed up half an hour late, didn’t even apologize! I had half a mind to leave at that instant, but I couldn’t think of a good enough excuse!”
“Hey now, I made it up to you eventually.” Lewis pipes up from the doorway, having arrived at some point in your story without either of you noticing.
“Daddy! Come sit with us and listen to the story.” Josie says through a yawn, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes.
“Okay, princess.” Lewis settles himself on the other side of her, stroking her hair comfortingly, knowing that it usually puts her straight to sleep.
“Continue momma.”
“Okay, well as I was saying, Sebastian set me up on the worst date of my life.” You repeat yourself despite your husbands disagreeing stare. “He arrived late, didn’t apologize for it, and by the end of the night I just wanted to get home and call Sebastian to complain.”
“Why did you go out with him again then?”
“He offered to walk me home, and somehow saved the entire night on that half mile walk.” You explain. “He finally apologized, explaining how nervous he was that he couldn’t pick out which tie to wear that night, he was so nervous that Sebastian called me the next day to tell me your father had called him five times to get his opinion on tie color and which type of knot he should use!”
There is a small smile on Lewis’s face as he watches you tell the story, remembering how sweaty his palms were over the thought of messing things up with you.
“I brought her flowers to make up for everything the next morning, I felt horrible for making a fool of myself.” Lewis laughs thinking of how much remorse he had for being late. “I brought her a bouquet everyday for a week to show her how sorry I was.”
“And it finally worked, cause I agreed to a second date.” You tell Josie. “Best decision I ever made.”
“Three years later I asked her to marry me”
“And then we got you.” You finish, looking down to see Josie’s eyes are closed, her breathing even.
You and Lewis carefully make your way out of her bed, closing the door to her room before making your way to your room.
“It really was my best decision to say yes to that second date.” You say settling into your bed and opening your arms so Lewis can cuddle with you.
“It was my best decision to get the ring after the third date.”
~
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Against All Odds (Jessie Fleming x Reader)
warnings: none
prompt: in which reader is a super buff boxer but gets all soft around Jessie, making Jessie’s teammates tease her.
a/n: for @woso-scotland
Growing up with 5 older brothers meant one thing. Chaos. The only time you all got along was when you were watching boxing on the TV. However, when you were 11, the middle child, Jacob, died. You had never heard the house so quiet, it haunted you to this day. He had only been 15.
But, 11 year old you wanted to make your family feel better, she wanted to give her family back the five boxers for children they had before the accident.
That’s why when you told your father you wanted to take up boxing, he didn’t say no. Your dad was your biggest fan. He came to every game, gave you tips until you were too good for them, and supported you through everything including your coming out. You were the only person in the family that had continued boxing, your brothers turning into architects, police officers and family men while you stayed nose deep in the world of boxing.
By the time you were 20, you were incredibly well known in the boxing world, and at the same time, a certain 20 year old was growing a name for herself too. Only in the football industry. However you would only meet Jessie Fleming years later at a gym…
You were ripped, to say the least. But not the kind of ripped that would go noticed to everyone. You wore hoodies and sweatpants and it made your build discreet, but the second you were in a sports bra and shorts it was undeniable you could take anybody in a fight.
Jessie met you at the supermarket in London. It was the middle of COVID and your boxing season has been cut short. You were wearing light blue Columbia sweatpants and a matching crewneck with a black mask. Your sneakers were white, but just barely as you only left your house for essentials.
You had always lived in LA which made the sudden move to London, England shocked to your family. But you knew you needed to get away from the world during this virus thing.
You turned the corner, holding a basket in your hand which was filled with vegetables, milk, fruit and some protein bars. As you did, you felt a cart come crashing into your legs and sending you flying backwards, landing on the ground.
"Oh my god! I’m so sorry," the young woman squealed, quickly leaving her spot behind the cart and rushing to your side. "It’s okay, i’m fine," you laughed, rubbing you knees and standing up. "I’m- Im so sorry I was just lost in my own mind and I didn’t see you," she apologized again. "What are you, Canadian? Enough apologies. I’m okay," you teased. "How did you know?" she asked, helping you place your own groceries back into your basket. "Know what?" you questioned, only realizing now how beautiful the girl in front of you was, or at least what you could see of her was. "That i’m canadian?" she said.
"Oh. I didnt. I was just kidding, but that makes sense now, and the accent," you laughed. "Okay American," she clapped back, rolling her eyes teasingly. "I feel like i’ve seen you somewhere," you said to her, narrowing your eyes. "Uh- no. Probably not. I’m your average girl," she said.
"So am I," you said.
The next week, you saw her again. This time, you had just come from the gym so you had on shorts and a tank top, showing off your features. Jessie was there too. "Hey!" she said to you as you met her in. the dairy alley. "Hi. How are you?" you asked her. "I’m good. And you’re jacked," she said, not so discreetly passing her eyes over your body. Usually, someone staring at you like that would make you self conscious, but the way Jessie did it made you feel good.
"Uh, yeah," you laughed. "Oh my god. When I left here last week I thought i recognized you too. That’s because you… box, right? On TV! A few of my teammates have a crush on you. They hate boxing but they love watching you," she laughed. "Oh really now? Well I don’t really care what they think but I care what you do. Because I recognize you too. Jessie Fleming, olympic athlete, two times world cup attender, and Chelsea player," you said, listing her honours.
"Stalker," she accused. "Yeah," you smiled. "Okay well how about I get to know you through another mechanism than google," you suggested. "You mean a date?" she asked, clearly blushing. "I do,"
But then the whole world went into lockdown again and your dates were more like king calls till midnight and face time dates.
Everything worked out though, because on this day of April 14th 2023, you were dating and more in love than ever.
Jessie’s Canadian teammates found out first. You had travelled to Ottawa with her for the celebration tour of winning the Olympics. Jessie had a video of you screaming your guts out by yourself in your apparement when they won the games. You were yelling, crying, and got a noise complaint the next day. But you didn’t care. All you wanted to do with your life was support your girlfriend, and that’s all she wanted to do with hers.
So, that’s how you found yourself front row in tiny little place TD stadium, sitting on a chair that was a little tight on your quads. Jessie scored a penalty, mimicking the one she did at the Olympics and you yelled for that too. You were probably the only American that loved the Canadian team more than anything.
After the game, the team walked around clapping to the fans and when Jessie got to you she stopped and hugged you over the barrier. "Come down, the security here is light," she said to you. So you climbed over the railing and hopped onto the turf. "Janine!" Jessie called, ushering over a blonde who had been talking to a man who looked like her brother. Janine jogged over and looked at you with wide eyes. You were pretty menacing to people who didn’t know you. "This is… y/n, my girlfriend," Jessie said. "You’re- your what?!! How long have you been together?" Janine asked. "Um, well we’ve been taking it slow a year but we made it official like six months ago," Jessie said. "Six. Months?!" Janine whisper yelled. "Hi, I’m y/n," you said, sticking your hand out.
Janine had clearly forgotten you were there as her her snapped towards you in confusion. "Oh, sorry. Hi, I’m Janine Beckie," she said. "Y/n Y/l/n," you smiled, shaking it. "Like the boxer?" she asked. "Uh, yeah," you laughed.
The introductions were then made in the Canada locker room which was even scarier as what felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes were on you.
"Okay. So I don’t do this… it’s not my thing but I thought after keeping our… relationship… secret for months you guys deserved to know. This is my girlfriend, y/n. And yeah she’s the boxer," Jessie said.
You blushed furiously and smiled at the girls who started asking questions all at once. "How did you meet?"
"She hit me." you said. "Okay woah! You need to add context there," Jessie laughed. "She hit me with her shopping cart," you added.
"Okay and what are your intentions. Because this is Baby Canada right here and she can’t play with a broke heart," Chappy said, summoning her motherly side. "My intentions are to never let her go a day without feeling loved and supported. My intentions are to… watch her play with a smile on my face and make sure she knows that she is the most wonderful person I have ever met. My intentions are to go broke because I buy all of her jerseys," you said, ranting a little bit.
"Okay softie," Stephanie said, winking over at Jessie and giving her a thumbs up. "Sorry to do this y/n but the post game talk is just for players. Gotta kick you out," Bev said, heading towards the door. "Oh right. Okay well it was nice meeting you all," you said. You turned to Jessie and gave her a quick kiss on the lips which she responded by placing her hand against your abs and kissing back before you left the room.
The second you closed the door chatter erupted in the room. "Okay Fleming I see your type now," Vanessa teased.
Teasing and more teasing echoed in the room, Even Bev chipped in.
But eventually calm settled over TD place and Bev started the post game talk.
The Chelsea girls found out about Jessie’s relationship at the start of the season… by accident.
You had called her after practice to let her know that your car had broken down on the side of this little street in the middle of suburb London and you were lost. She answered your call in the changing room.
"Hey Jess, can you come get me? My car broke down and the car repair people came and got it but they couldn’t give me a ride. I’m literally standing in this random street that looks like it’s in the middle of a forest," you groaned down the phone. "What? Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah. Im fine, just… it’s gonna rain soon Jess. I was coming home from visiting a friend and-"
"Babe, I’ll be there as soon as possible. Send me your location," Jessie said and then hung up.
"Babe?" Magda asked, the whole room silent. "Yeah. I have a girlfriend by the way and her car broke down so I gotta go get her," Jessie said, quickly putting on a matching adidas hoodie and shorts and stuffing her belongings into her gym bag. "Jessie! You’re giving four people a ride home. It’s your carpool day. Which means…" Niahm started saying.
"You are not coming with me." Jessie said sternly.
"Road trip!" Niahm, Lauren, Sam, Zecira and Emily said at once. "Wait. We want to come too, meet the girl," Pernille said, pointing between her and Magda.
"Please no," Jessie groaned. "Wait, who doesn’t want to come," she asked.
No one raised their hand.
"Everyone get in a car and follow mine," the Canadian exhaled.
Turns out you were thirty full minutes away, but that didn’t discourage anyone within the four cars trailing behind Jessie’s honda.
There was music blasting in every vehicle and when rain started pouring, Jessie knew you would be in a bad mood.
"Someone grab my phone and text y/n telling her i’m almost there," Jessie said, fumbling with her device and tossing it to Emily in the backseat.
Jessie saw you the second she turned the curve in the road. You had your hood up, your arms crossed and you looked ready to kill. She knew that you were just pissed off and would never hurt a soul, but to the other girls, you seemed positively menacing.
Jessie jumped out of her car and ran towards you, hugging you tightly. "I’m so sorry, everyone wanted to come and-"
That’s when you saw the four other cars behind your girlfriends, but you didn’t care, you just kept hugging her and let the tears of frustration mix with the raindrops on your face. "It’s okay baby, they were bound to meet me one day," you said, brushing her now wet curls out of her face.
You had excepted everyone to stay in their cars due to the insane amount of rain, but before you knew it, the entire Chelsea Women’s roster was in front of you in the street. Magda and Pernille hugged you gently, giving each other a wide eyed look as they both felt your muscle mass. "Holy shit. You’re the boxer. I watch you on TV like all the time," Guro said, eyes wide.
"Well so do I- I watch you, I mean. Not myself. I watch all of you guys," you laughed.
"Your Guro’s celebrity crush is what she’s saying," Jessie teased. "Well not anymore!" The Norwegian laughed.
You spent dozens of minute talking in the rain, the cold downpour not seeming so bad when you had Jessie’s hand in yours.
Eventually, you got into the front seat and banished Sam to Magda and Pernilles car to make room for you.
You talked to the girls in the car and answered questions that the Canadian team had already asked. But you didn’t mind because those questions just meant you were lucky enough to have Jessie Fleming sitting beside you.
"She gets super focused when she drives," Emily said. "I know, I think it’s because she’s a bad driver," you teased. "I’m not! It’s just the whole reverse thing is confusing. The cars go the opposite way then they do in Canada," she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.
You kept on looking at her, your eyes full of love. Jessie knew you were staring, but she just let the blush creep onto her cheeks and gave you a quick smile, returning the lovey dovey eyes.
Zecira snapped a picture from the backseat. The forest was clear through the windshield, and so were the droplets of rain. You could see Jessie’s blushing grin but not who it was directed too. She posted it to her story and closed her phone, enjoying the sound of the rain… and the one of Emily and Niahms arguing.
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STRAYING OFF COURSE, lorenzo berkshire
summary it's known that lorenzo's breakup with his first love was the cause of his downhill when it comes to his relationships
sm au pairing f1 driver! lorenzo berkshire x model/fem ! reader warnings cheating, strong language
author's note pls disregard any mistakes with the time ;-;
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ynln 🇫🇷🥖 paris was fun, see you again ! loberskhired
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loberkshired hon hon hon🥖🥖
ynln stop trying to fight me with baguettes 😭😭
lorennzzzoo ahhh they're so freaking cute
dailyyn if they break up, idk what love is
theonott Pls bring back eiffel tower keychain
loberkshired you're here with us in the paris, though??
ynberkshired ughhhh oh to be in paris with my bf
enzoenzoenzo did you guys see the cheating rumors
lovemenotttt enzo is always in cheating rumors even when he clearly isn't
malfoytrolls yeah but apparently ppl saw him with some girl a couple months back before the last race
riddlemethis according to who? source is trust me bro
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f1wagsnews 1/3/2023 - YN LN, fashion model, was seen walking home alone after what looked like an argument in the parking garage with long term boyfriend/F1 driver, Lorenzo Berkshire. She had apparently surprised him at his job with the help of his fellow team driver, but she had immediately walked out of the building almost in tears. The conversation was spoken softly but despite LN's typical sweet tone was replaced by a very stern one. The conversation included about Berkshire's stressed in his racing career and her career as a high-paid model while touching on the rumors of Berkshire's infidelity. It was unclear to the paparazzi whether YN believes if the rumors are true or if Berkshire had fessed up, but it was certain that the two were not okay.
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lorenberk WTF is this news in 2023? already? the year just started ?!!!!!
ynberkshired mother, father pls say you're okay and it's not true
enzoenzoenzo i think i accidentally brought this to life PLS NO 😭
riddlemethis 😭 LIKE I SAID, SOURCE IS TRUST ME BRO (but this is the most reliable source when it comes to wags)
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january 10, 2023
Lorenzo Berkshire, F1 Driver is rumored to have cheated on long-time girlfriend of 4 years, Y/N L/N. It was said that he cheated the night of the Japanese Grand Prix on October 9th. It was the same sunday that his fellow driver of McLaren would go on to win the Japanese Grand Prix, which has been the assumption that made Berkshire blow off the steam by cheating.
An anonymous tip from a news outlet sent this picture in which is Berkshire and mystery model making out on October 9.
Sources from Deuxmoi saw that the infidelity was not a one off on one night, but it was a continuous thing up until the Austin Grand Prix Weekend (October 21 - October 2023). The other party has not been named yet, but it is said that she is a lower scale model compared to Y/N L/N.
Lorenzo Berkshire and Y/N L/N have said been together since 2018. They were schoolmates prior to dating, and they started during their second to last year at their academy. It was also rumored that the two were supposedly going to get engaged during the winter break, but now it has been filled with these rumors.
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f1wagsnews — 1/20/23, Y/N L/N was found out and about with drivers, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Draco Malfoy (+ GF Lilianna Snow). Her boyfriend, Lorenzo Berkshire, was nowhere to be found. The two have not been spotted together since January 3rd where they were found outside of the McLaren building arguing.
Close insiders have said the two are no longer together which may have been due to Berkshire's cheating rumors.
All mentioned drivers are said to be in close contact with Berkshire. Though, each one including L/N has unfollowed him on Instagram.
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loveenzo wtf our parents are over for sure
fullofmalfoy omg noooooooo
insideryn ITS THE CHEATING AFTER FOUR YEARS
notnottyn i think yn and theo should have been together
prettyprettyn READ THE MF ROOM (honestly yeah they would be so cute)
riddlemethis this is why draco is the superior cousin
oh they're fucking.... she's a homie hopper ????????? for context, i imagined that theo is just helping a friend out :p
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#lorenzo berkshire imagine#lorenzo berkshire x reader#lorenzo berkshire#theodore nott x reader#hp fanfic#rilakeila slytherin <3#rilakeila f1 theo#rilakeila f1 enzo
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The Girl Worth Fighting For
Well-known boxer Harry Styles has been a regular at his trainer Antonio Montez’s gym, and he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. But, Antonio’s daughter Lola also comes around, and Harry wants her all to himself. Is she a girl worth fighting for?
SMUT / ANGST; Kinks include: deep penetration, face-fucking, deepthroating, riding, age gap (7 years), creampie
“Keep goin’, Styles,” Antonio yelled, encouraging Harry to hit the punching bag harder and with more vigor. With that, Harry used all of his power to hit the bag with enough impact to send the bag flying backwards each time.
It was a normal training day for Harry at Antonio’s, a gym he’s been going to since he had moved to New York and began his boxing career at 19. The owner of the place, Antonio Montez, built this place from the ground up (both literally and physically), and ever since Harry’s been there, he had treated him like he was his own son. He’d make him home cooked meals and carry them to the gym, take Harry out to sports games with him, and even give him advice in his personal life. The two men were very close.
Antonio also had a daughter, Lola, who had been helping around with errands and supplies for the gym whenever he needed them. Although Harry had been going to that gym for 6 years now, he had never seen her until recently when she started working part-time. He recalls Antonio being a divorced man, so he could put together that Lola probably lived with her mom during those 6 years. From previous conversations with her, Harry learned that she was a 20 year old student at FIT working on her degree for Fashion & Design, and was currently in her second year. She was quite a good girl: smart, obedient, a great sense of style, and a true Daddy’s girl.
But that’s not all Harry noticed about her. Lola had long beautiful brown hair with a red ombre that got brighter as her hair trailed down to her beautiful collarbones, the left one being engraved with a tattoo of a zodiac glyph (the sign of Scorpio maybe? Harry wasn’t too apt when it came to astrology). She wore glasses sometimes, but Harry assumed that she had contacts on the days she didn’t. Her body was full and beautiful; her bust spilled out of every top she wore, her thighs and ass were thick and the jiggles they made as she walked always captivated him, and her love handles accentuated her God-given curves. He noticed the stretch marks and freckles that adorned her skin. She was just perfect.
Lola walked inside of the building, carrying bags of supplies that her father asked her to buy for the gym. She placed them into the storage room and walked back out, running up to her dad and giving him a tight squeeze. “Hi, daddy!,” she said as he held her tight.
Antonio let go and smiled down at his daughter. “Mija, que paso?” He asked her, curious with how her day went.
Lola smiled. “It went well, daddy. I finished up the errands for the house this morning and took Bubba (their dog) out for a walk! I also got the supplies you said you wanted from the warehouse! See?” She pointed at the supplies settled in the storage room, a huge smile on her face as she looked up at her dad.
Her father smiled proudly, “That’s my girl! Thanks so much for the help, mija. This gym wouldn’t be what it is today without your support.”
From the corner of his eye, Harry noticed the glimmer of Lola’s teeth as she smiled at the praise her father just gave her. He loved to see Lola’s beautiful smile form that arched shape on her lips, but didn’t let it distract him too much from his training. Besides, her father was right there, and Harry didn’t want him to notice how captivated he was by his daughter.
Antonio continued speaking to his daughter, until a question popped up that caught Harry by surprise. “And how was the date?”
Harry’s stomach dropped. Date? She went on a date? Or did she eat dates? What was happening? His thoughts ran wild as he continued punching the bag, his hits getting harder with every word they spoke as they continued their conversation.
Lola smiled and let out a small giggle. “I enjoyed it. He was really nice. We went to that Korean restaurant and I got some bibimbap!”
“Did he treat my baby girl well?” Antonio questioned, nudging his daughter’s shoulder in a playful way.
“Yeah, I’m planning on meeting up with him again this weekend!”
Harry punched the bag with the hardest punch he could throw, his rage fueling his fire. The bag seemed to fly all the way back because of the force of Harry’s blow. Both Antonio and Lola looked at him in shock and confusion.
Harry noticed the two’s stares, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry ‘bout that. I got immersed. Thought I was in a real fight.” He let out a fake snicker towards the end of his statement, and Antonio chuckled as well.
“That’s alright, Styles. It happens,” he reassured Harry, patting the boxer’s shoulder with his hand. “Continue doing what you’re doing, bud.”
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The night came and it was finally closing time. All of the patrons left, and it was only Harry, Antonio, and Lola left in the building. Harry usually stayed until closing on some days when he really wanted to train. He genuinely enjoyed being at that gym- it was like his sanctuary or safe space where he could let off steam and be around people he cared about. Antonio and Lola being those people.
Harry sat on a bench, taking off his boxing gloves and removing his mouth guard as he noticed Antonio packing up. Lola was getting the last bit of cleaning done, and Harry watched as she bent down to sanitize one of the metal bars of the equipment. She was wearing yoga pants, and her ass looked absolutely delectable to Harry. But of course, he quickly turned away before anyone would notice, especially her father. He heard the jingling of keys come from the corner of the room as he turned around.
“Alright, honey, I’m gonna let you finish up and then close up shop,” he said Lola.
Lola got up from her position to look at her father. “Okay, Dad, I’ll do that. I’m gonna miss you.” She ran up to her dad to give him a tight embrace and a kiss on his cheek.
Antonio let out a belly-laugh. “Honey, we’re literally going to see each other at the house later. Don’t miss me too much.” He looked over to Harry. “G’night, champ! See ya next week! Make sure she does her job.”
Harry smiled at Antonio. “Same time, same place! And don’t worry; she’s in very safe hands, Tony!” He looked towards Lola, still with a huge smile on his face, and she looked right back at him, cracking a smile.
“Alright, kids! Goodnight!” Antonio pushed through the glass doors and disappeared through the night. A slight breeze came through the doors, and Lola shivered a bit.
“It’s a bit chilly tonight, huh?” She questioned Harry, who was busy packing his duffel bag. “You should put on a sweater or something before you head out.”
“Yeah,” he answered a bit plainly. “Thanks.”
Lola noticed his monotone voice. He wasn’t normally like that. Whenever they would strike up a conversation, his voice was always so expressive and colorful. He’d always look into her eyes whenever they spoke, and they would always seem to sparkle as if he were intrigued with whatever she was saying to him. It was different tonight, though.
“Harry, you alright?” She asked.
Harry quickly glanced at her, but resumed packing his bag and keeping himself busy. “Yep. I’m alright.”
“No, no, you’re not. Harry, please, tell me what’s wrong.” She was genuinely concerned about him. That was her father’s best customer. He’d always been nice to him and her. So, what was the matter?
Of course, he was irritated. He literally overheard her and her dad discussing a date she went on. A date that happened today! Why wouldn’t he be pissed?
“Just having a bad day is all,” he answered, his voice still monotone. “You sure had fun today, though,” he said, hinting at the date, which Lola noticed. His voice was laced with fire and rage, something very different and obvious to his normal speaking voice.
Lola stood in thought for a moment, looking up as if she were trying to deliberate what he was saying with her brain. A lightbulb went off all of a sudden. “A-Are you talking about my date? Well, yeah, I had fun.” She was confused. “Why?” She noticed Harry clench his fist as he grabbed his gym towel. The veins of his tattooed hand and arm popped out, showing that his anger was absolutely seeping through him. Then she realized. “Are you jealous?”
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, his expression looking more upset than ever. He just jumped straight to the point, asking “Did you have sex with him, Lola?”
His straightforwardness caught Lola by surprise. “What?!”
“Did you and your date sleep with each other?” He started to walk over to her.
Lola was stunned by this question. It was too invasive. And why did he want to know? “You’re not my father, my brother, my man, or anyone of importance for me to tell you. You don’t own me, so why should I tell you?” She looked up directly into Harry’s eyes, only a feet inches away from her as if they were having a standoff. She furrowed her eyebrows at him angrily, wanting to try to intimidate him.
But, Harry scoffed. She looked cute when she was trying to put her foot down. He decided to stir the pot to stand his own ground. “You’re right, I don’t own you,” he paused for a second. “But I can make you mine.” He raised his eyebrow and grinned.
The woman gasped at his statement. “What do you mean by that?”
Harry took a step closer. “I can make you mine. But, only if you’ll let me.” He grabbed her by her jawline, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he looked into her eyes.
“Will you let me, Lola?”
Lola nodded slowly. She didn’t even really know what she was agreeing to, but something in here told her to. So, she did. Might as well.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he whispered into her lips. “Open ‘em- there you go.”
Lola opened her mouth at his command, not really expecting what could happen next. Her mind was dazed, and honestly she would do anything he told her too if he wanted.
Harry bent his neck a bit, so that his mouth could be over hers. Just then, he dropped some of his saliva into her mouth. It was warm and the texture was different to say the least, and Lola kept it onto her tongue with her mouth still open, awaiting for his next move.
Harry smiled and let out a small chuckle from under his breath. “You just gonna let it sit there or..?” He joked with her as he looked up and down at her current state.
Lola quickly swallowed his spit down, feeling it slide down her throat alongside her own. It was a strange yet appealing feeling. And she wanted more.
Harry grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her. It was something sloppy, wet, raw, and disgusting, the type that made a couple swallow each other’s tongues and taste each other’s souls. As he released her from the kiss, his lips bit into hers. “Good girl,” the man complimented her, noticing her flushed cheeks as he grinned. “Now,” he began to take off his sweatpants, removing one leg at a time, and Lola’s jaw dropped again as she looked at the package this man was hiding this whole time underneath, “I want you to take off your clothes, get on your knees, and prove to me why you should be mine.”
Lola couldn’t say she was prepared for this. It’s not like she hasn’t sucked dick before, but this was Harry Styles, one of the most infamous boxers in the boxing world. He was just so big… and experienced. He was 7 years older than her, and much richer than her, so how could he not have had girls in the same position as she is right now. But she had to forget about that right now, like her brain kept repeating since this whole altercation started. Just live in the moment. So, she quickly stripped herself down and got on her knees. Luckily, there was a gym mat underneath her that cushioned her joints and made this a bit more comfortable.
The man looked down upon Lola and his grin went away as he wanted to assert his dominance over her in this position. He grabbed the back of her head, taking her hair into his hands as he positioned his cock to her mouth. She pouted her lips and kissed his tip, causing Harry to let out a small gasp. “Eager little thing,” he said with a tsk. Not wanting to waste any more time, he pushed himself into her mouth. “Now, suck.”
Lola immediately started to take him, getting used to the feeling of his girth stretching out her mouth. But, as soon as she was familiar with him, she brought his tip to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Harry was amazed at what he was seeing; the girl was trying to take him all in one go! “You’re gonna take all of me?” She nodded, her mouth taking him in deeper. “Oh, good girl,” Harry responded, drawing out the word “girl” as his nerves on the tip of his cock reacted to the back of her throat constantly hitting them.
“You’re sucking me off like a big girl, Lola,” he murmured as she continued deepthroating him, his hand caressing the back of her head. “Don’t even need me to teach you anything, love.” He removed his hands from her and put them up in a way to hint that she could take the reins as she continued to take him deep into her.
Discovering how daring this girl was, Harry wanted to try out something a bit different than the normal positions. “Alright, darling, get up off the ground f’me,”he said, pulling back her hair so that her mouth could pop off of his cock. “C’mon, we don’t have all night, princess.”
Lola managed to stand up and before she could even look at him, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, flipping her upside-down. Lola let out a little squeak, making Harry laugh and slap her ass. “That scared you?,” he laughed again. Lola rolled her eyes, although he couldn’t see her reaction, and slapped his thigh, “Yes, you fucking dick,” she responded.
Harry stopped laughing as he noticed his view. “Look at this perfect fuckin’ cunt,” he said in awe as he looked at the sight before him. She looked like a pretty flower, in bloom and ready to be picked. Her puffy labia had a glossy sheen to them as they shone in the bright lights of the room, looking like dewy petals after it had rained. Her little clit stuck out a bit from its hood, and it was the centerpiece. He couldn’t wait to try her.
“You alright down there?” he asked as he remembered that she was literally upside down and relied on only his strength to stay in this position. He knew the blood was rushing to her head; the feeling was familiar to him as he did handstands as a part of his training.
Lola gave him a nod, but quickly realized he couldn’t see anything so she forced out a “yes”. The blood rushed to her head, but she didn’t care as all she wanted to do right now was to please the man lifting her up. Her life was in his hands so to speak because if he dropped her, she would land right on her skull, and that wouldn’t look pretty. But, Harry was built for this. His grip was tight around her lower body as he held her up, her pussy to his face as he was about to provide Lola some relief.
Harry managed to shift his pelvis towards her head, trying to find her lips with the tip of dick. Once he felt them, he shifted himself inside of her, causing her to let out a garbled moan as he managed to hit the back of her throat. He started to thrust into her mouth, while his mouth began its movements, his tongue gliding around her labia. Lola’s moans, although garbled, vibrated onto Harry’s shaft and even his balls as they slapped onto her cupid’s bow, and he could swear he was transported to heaven.
Harry’s tongue slid itself into her little hole, and he could feel every ripple of her walls as they clenched around his membrane. His chin found some way to rub against her clit, and Lola could feel the hairs of his stubble flick every nerve. The friction caused her to tap onto Harry’s thigh. Harry knew what this meant, and quickly moved himself from her mouth. “Y’alright?” he asked her, pausing his motions of his tongue to get some sort of coherent response from her. Once he heard her take a deep breath and respond with a “yes”, he thrusted his cock right back into her, immediately finding his way back to her epiglottis, and Lola started to gag. Harry could feel the drool drip down his thighs and took a quick glance to the ground, noticing her saliva make a pool by his feet. But, it was all a glorious, euphoric feeling, and Harry took that as encouragement to suck onto her clit and dip the tip of his nose into her hole. The way she smelled was just as enticing as what was taking place, and Lola was just as pleased as she could taste the man inside and all around her own mouth.
Harry removed his mouth from her lower region, using his tongue to lick up the residue that stained his lips and chin. “Alright, honey, I’m putting you down now,” he told her as he used his strength to flip the girl rightside up. He laid Lola onto the floor, rubbing his hands down her skin to make sure that she was alright. She blushed as she felt his calloused hands move down her body, not really expecting how gentle he would be with her, especially with him being a boxer and all.
Harry held onto his shaft as he shuffled his body between Lola’s legs. He opened her legs a bit more with a gentle touch, and aligned himself with the opening to her cunt, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen. “You ready, love?” Lola nodded and looked down to see what happened next.
Both Harry and Lola let out a gasp as he pushed inside.
“Oh, darling, you fit like a fuckin’ glove,” he said, a groan escaping his lips as he managed to put himself as deep as he could inside of her warm core. Lola let out little moans which pleased Harry’s ears as he knew the girl was loving this moment too.
“Ohhhh,” he drawled out in realization as he felt her cunt pulse a bit tighter after his statement. “You like being praised, huh? Being told you’re doing a good job by an older man? I noticed that with you and your daddy’s conversation earlier.” He smirked while stroking into her deeper. “A real praise slut you are. And you deserve every word.”
His thrusts were slow, yet deep, as he really wanted to really revel in the moment. He was finally fucking the beautful girl he’d always pictured himself with. And she felt like everything he wanted. Luckiest man in the world, he was.
Lola was in paradise. Her moans were guttural and low as she felt him inside of her. With every thrust, she let out a little curse or mumble underneath her breath, which were words of encouragement to Harry to keep going. She didn’t want this to end.
He started to angle his strokes upward, wanting to experiment with her and see if he could find the imprint of his cock through her lower stomach. As soon as he saw it, he rubbed in the area, and Lola cried out even louder. “You feel me right there, honey? In your tummy?” She moaned in confirmation, and her head tried to go up and down to nod along.
A couple more strokes went on and more moans were released as Harry fucking her. It was an erotic scene, almost as if they were shooting a porno. His balls consistently slapped against her perineum with every thrust and his thumb circled her little aching clit as, causing moans that Lola never experienced before with previous partners. Her walls started to clench around Harry, and he was quick to notice when a girl was about to orgasm. So he did what any man would do.
He pulled out, leaving Lola confused as she started to whimper. She almost looked like she was on the brink of tears. Harry chuckled under his breath. He didn’t want to pull out (and judging by her reaction, he could tell she didn’t want him to either) but Harry wanted to switch positions.
He decided to lay onto the mat, spreading his legs a bit, but leaving his head up to look at the girl, still whimpering because of her stalled release. “Alright, get on top of me, sweet girl,” he said, slapping his hands on his thighs for emphasis.
Lola nodded, a sweet and simple “okay”, escaping her lips as she found her way down. She swung one of her legs over him, putting herself into position above him. Harry stroked her jaw with his thumb yet again as he soothed the trembling and needy girl on top of him. He smiled, saying, “You were such a good girl taking my cock like that, sweetheart. Now, I want you to rub your pussy on my cock, okay? Just want you to get used to this position with me, yeah? Show me how you’re gonna take me. Prove to me you’re worthy of being my big girl.” His words were laced with lust, but his eyes were filled with desperation and need. As much as he wanted to feel Lola wrapped around him, he still wanted to get her worked up a bit.
Although she really wanted him inside of her again, she obliged and placed her aching cunt onto the shaft of his cock and started her movements. His shaft started to glisten with the coating from her warmth as her labia rubbed against him; what a delicious sight for him to see. His veins were prominent and Lola swore she could count the amount he had just by feeling him underneath her. She glided on him back and forth repeatedly, which emitted moans from her mouth of pleasure, yet also yearning. She wanted to feel herself do that with his cock inside of her, wanted to feel his shaft touch every part of her from the inside.
Suddenly, Harry grabbed Lola by her hips and steadied her movements, holding her tightly in his grasp. He positioned himself a bit more comfortably, aiming his cock to her ready entrance, and started to move his lower half upwards to fuck up into her.
Lola couldn’t help but moan and throw her head back. Harry was hitting the deepest, most delicious spots inside of her more than any man had ever tried in the past. Her pussy clenched around him, causing the wetness that was already seeping through her hole to slide down his length. It created a beautiful sight for the two of them to see.
Harry kept fucking his hips up, and lowered Lola’s body a bit lower so that he could feel her as deep as he could. He managed to find an angle where the base of his shaft could glide against her G-spot while the tip of him could poke out an indentation through her lower belly, and Harry let out a moan as if he were touched by an angel. A small “yes” drew from under his breath as he continued his movements.
“Lookin’ like a pretty princess up there, riding my cock like that,” he said absent-mindedly. “You just need a tiara.” His words just sped through his mouth without censorship, his brain too focused on making sure both him and Lola were receiving pleasure. He reached his hand down to her ass and spanked one of her cheeks, and his balls felt the skin jiggle on him, making him moan. He decided to use both hands to spank each cheek interchangeably, which vibrated against his sack, another loud moan escaping his lips. And it obviously was just as pleasurable for Lola as he noticed how she squealed at every force of impact and how her cunt pulsed with every stroke of his cock.
“Look at those fuckin tits, too, fuckin’ hell,” He said, his eyes in a trance as he stared at them. “Look at ‘em fucking bounce. Your daddy’s making you walk in a gym filled with all these gross old men havin’ a look at these? Irresponsible,” he joked, making himself laugh a bit in the process. But, the feeling of Lola’s pussy clenching around him at the praise lured him back into moaning again. “Shit- you’re somethin’ special, love.” Harry felt like he was in nirvana. He had a beautiful girl hopping on his cock like a little bunny, her tits bouncing along in circles, and her ass pounding on his balls with each thrust. Her beautiful skin was glowing with a bit of sweat, and her cunt enveloped around his cock in a way that nothing else could. It was amazing.
Lola couldn’t take it anymore. All of this pleasure circulated throughout her body- from her toes, to her pussy, to her ass, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, her head, and all throughout her spine. She just couldn’t handle it, and it caused her to fall forward onto Harry’s chest. She dug her head in the spot between his shoulder and neck, giving that spot on his skin a little kiss before shifting her head so she would be able to moan and breathe without difficulty. She repeatedly called out his name as she felt her abdomen starting to heat up, indicating that she was nearing her peak.
Harry held onto her, wrapping his arms around her back and putting them in a cradling position as he continued to thrust his cock inside of her. “I’m right here, pretty girl. Look at me,” he instructed her with a gentle tone, and the girl somehow managed to tilt her head and look into his eyes. “Yeah, look at me, princess. You’re just a beauty, aren’t you?” Harry shifted one of his hands to the back of her head, allowing him to make sure that they stayed face-to-face. “My gorgeous girl. Mine. No one else’s. This is my pussy, my breasts…” He kissed the tip of her nose. “My nose”. He kissed her left cheek. “My cheek”. He finally kissed her lips, this time with more passion than the first. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth once more, her body allowing him to do so as she was still focused on her own orgasm. “My fuckin’ lips, yeah? My fuckin’ mouth.”
All of his sweet nothings traveled from Lola’s ear to her abdomen, and it helped egg on her orgasm. She finally reached her climax, and Harry was amazed at the sight he saw and the physical reactions she had. Her whole body shook and pelvis bucked repeatedly as she came, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Harry stroked the hand cradling her head through her hair as a soothing gesture, hoping that it could help ease the intensity of her orgasm. “I’m right here, darling. Right here. You’re alright,” he whispered in her ear, adding extra words to help pacify the situation.
Just as Lola was calming down, Harry could feel his orgasm nearing, and picked up his pace just a bit, but not too much to make Leila cry out. His grip on her tightened, and Lola kissed all over his face- his cheeks, his lips, his chin- to help him through his climax. Then, she could feel the little spurts of his cum fill her up from the inside.
“Take my fucking cum, Lola,” Harry grumbled into her ear as he came so deep inside of her. “Let me own you, spread my seed inside so you know you’re mine.” He let out a deep groan as he continued before saying these four words, “I love you, Lola.”
Lola’s eyes widened as she heard this sentence, but she didn’t want to make her shock obvious. She allowed Harry to finish his orgasm, and as he did, he pulled out of her and helped her come off of him. She rolled to his side and then faced him, wanting to confront him about his confession.
“You… you love me?” She asked, and Harry picked up on the genuine confusion in her voice. To be honest, it almost sounded like she was… offended?
“Yes, Lola, I’ve loved you for all this time,” the man finally admitted, tears staining his eyes. “When I noticed that date you went on,” he sniffled for a moment before continuing, “with that- that dickhead.”
Lola sat up in protest. “Harry, don’t call him a dickhead! You don’t even know h-”
Harry cut her off. “I don’t need to know him! And I don’t want to get to know him; I want to get to know you!” He took a couple breaths, his chest rising and faltering as the air went in and out of his body to calm down. He didn’t want to be too harsh with the girl.
“What I need to hear from you right now is,” he paused, wanting to stop himself from saying something he might regret and something she might be afraid of.
But, Lola wanted to know what he had to say. “Is what, Harry?”
Harry sighed and finally looked into her eyes. He noticed her crying, probably even more than he was. They were both a mess. He didn’t want her to cry, but he had to ask her one last thing. “I need to know… Do you love me, Lola?”
She didn’t know what to think honestly. Yeah, the sex was good, and Harry was pouring his heart out to her. But… something was missing.
“Harry, I appreciate you. You’ve been there for my father at the hardest parts of his life. He told me how much you meant to him. How you’ve been… like a son to him. I mean he’s known you since you were my age! You’re 27 now!” And it was all true. After every workday, her father would talk about Harry in the car and at the house. He would bring up Harry’s little awkward shuffle that he did whenever he was waiting for the restroom. He talked about how Harry went through a rough patch with a best friend, and how he was able to help him through that time. He would ramble on and on about this “Harry Styles” whenever she was at the house. She knew of him, but she didn’t know him personally.
“And then there’s you and I. I’m so much younger than you! I mean, you’re pushing 30, and I’m barely in my 20s. We’ve only had a true conversation with each other like twice,” She showed him her index and middle finger for reference. “I told you about my student life and the hobbies I had. The only time I ever spoke to you outside of the gym was when my car broke down and Daddy said I should call you to pick me up. Even that car ride wasn’t anything meaningful to build our bond.”
Harry was enraged. “Then why would you have sex with me? Why would you make me cum inside you? That didn’t mean shit to you?”
Lola brought her head down in embarrassment, not even realizing what had just occurred before this argument until now. “I just wanted to have some fun. I don’t even really know why. Just listen, Harry, if we were to get together, it’d be weird for everyone.”
Harry sat there in silence. He didn’t really know how to respond to what she said. His mind started racing. Oh fuck, I just fucked my trainer’s daughter, he thought. I just had sex… with the daughter of the man who took care of me for so many years. Just cuz I thought she was hot? What the fuck is wrong with me? He started to hyperventilate, his heart seemingly bursting out of his chest.
All of a sudden, he stood up. Lola noticed how his skin was pale, his eyes were blank, and how his chest rose up and down at a fast pace as he hyperventilated. She reached out to grab his forearm, but Harry just nudged her off. “I have to go,” he stated so simply, his voice laced in distraught. “I just-” he sighed. “Make sure to lock up properly before you leave.” He grabbed the duffel bag with his clothes and equipment, said his goodnights and goodbyes, and pushed through the exit of the gym, leaving Lola there all alone. Tears flooded her eyes. What… just happened?
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I love the Gender of Palamedes and Pyrrha in Nona the Ninth.
(I’m only 20% into the book so some of these may later be addressed, disproven, etc)
Assuming that Palamades was originally assigned male at birth and Pyrrha was assigned female at birth, and that they were both previously cisgender…
Are they trans in the traditional sense? Well, not exactly. Are they cis in the traditional sense? Well, not exactly.
Is Palamades genderfluid? Not really, presumably. He’s always a guy he just sometimes occupies the body of a woman, in the most literal sense.
Pyrrha has a lot of experiences of a trans woman (as our modern western Earthly understanding goes), like being assumed to be Nona’s father, having frustrating stubble (that Palamades says isn’t worth the risk of necromancing away). Nona absolutely never questions that Pyrrha’s a she, only that Pyrrha used to be like Palamades and Cam but lost her equivalent of Palamades (lots to unpack there too).
Also, ponder what if one of them was already trans? Like, imagine if Pyrrha, 10,000 years ago, was AMAB, transitioned socially and possibly physically, and then after that is now is in a new male* body. But it’s been 10,000 years so she’s used to it, she just wishes the stubble didn’t grow so fast. Her body is strong and useful and she cooks topless in the kitchen. She’s used to being referred to as male, but obviously is she/her at home. Are there ever times she tries to get the public to read her as female or is she content with “boymoding” when out of the house?
They all have so much else going on I don’t imagine they bother with things like binding and tucking and there’s so far no indication Palamedes is concerned with physical dysphoria. Fair enough! He’s just happy to not be a handful of bones! Well, I dunno if “happy” is the primary emotion I’d ascribe to him. That’s Nona’s.
(Tfw ur gender is happy, but in a girl way).
What if Palamades had originally been AFAB and medically and socially transitioned? Coulda done his top “surgery” himself probably lmao.
Camilla binding before her turn is up, out of consideration, is also an interesting vibe to ponder. I kinda like the headcanon that he doesn’t really give a shit but that she would offer it anyway if he wanted. That said, I think binding would be inconvenient and bad for emergency running.
My primary headcanon is that Camilla is a sturdy sports bra kind of gal anyway and that works best for both of them 😎
That’s not even touching on the potentials of trans fem Camilla.
Side note, I’m obsessed with the fact that they leave each other pages and pages of letters. WHAT IS IN THE LETTERS. I don’t even want to know all of it, outside of what’s plot important. I want the fandom to have freedom to go nuts.
These have been your early morning NtN gender thoughts. Thanks for coming to my dead talk.
#i have not finished yet so im avoiding spoilers#nona the ninth#the locked tomb#palamades sextus#pyrrha dve#camilla hect#meta and rambles
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Northwestern University Part 1
A story for @wishmaster
It's another boring day for you at your office job. You had once attended and graduated from Northwestern University, you had always been the type to focus on studying rather than sports. Why not, everyone has different talents, some are more intelligent and some are more athletic. You were given intelligence and what did it do for you? A boring office job.
While you're working, you overhear a new colleague at the company talking to someone about Northwestern University, your school. He says:
?: "Hey, have you heard that the university is going to be demolished, my father graduated there and he said it was still relatively new when he left and that was over 20 years ago. It was also recently modernized."
You pick it up and think about the time again yourself, it's been 23 years since then, you're now 45 and it seems strange to you too. The university had really been in great shape when you left. You don't know how she had changed in the years after you graduated. You realize that in all your years you have never gone to school and looked at it. You actually didn't notice anything about the renovation work, either.
?: "My father would like to go there one last time in the near future before it is finally torn down, for the sake of old times and all. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much time left for that, the demolition work is supposed to start next month."
This gives you an idea, you could actually visit the university one last time after work this evening. It was an important part of your life and now you can't leave it without a degree.
Your working day is over, it's already late and it's getting dark outside, but you still decide to go to university. You get in your car and drive to university. Once there, the sun has quickly set and the university can hardly be seen anymore. But what you notice is that a huge fence has been built around the site.
There are signs hanging there that say: “No entry allowed. Buildings in danger of collapsing.” You think to yourself that you can’t just ignore the warnings about what if someone catches you. However, you also think about the fact that nothing happening in your life and it could be something exciting. Finally you decide to enter the area. You look around and make sure no one is around. You go to the gate and push it open. The gate isn't locked but you don't care. You walk across the grounds and see the courtyard, the school team's football field and also some of the buildings that used to be classrooms, living rooms and cafeterias. Some memories come flooding back about how much you loved watching sports teams, even if you never had the chance to play. You walk across the area and at some point you see a door to a building with a light on, it seems strange to you since the electricity should actually be turned off. Out of curiosity, you approach and finally open the door. When you did that, you just heard a crack above you and you just saw a piece of wall falling on you. Your eyes go black.
?: "Hey, are you okay?"
You open your eyes and look around frantically. You are in the hallway of a school, you see lockers, students and a person standing in front of you. It's a young handsome wrestler, he stands in front of you in full gear, with his tight singlet, his headhear and wrestling shoes. He holds out his hand to you.
?: "Come on, take it, I want to help you, bro!"
It's not easy for you not to look at the bulge in his singlet, but you do your best and take his hand. He pulls you up. You ask:
Jon: "What happened, where am I?"
He looks at you confused:
?: "You just tripped, you're in Northwestern University. Are you okay? Normally you don't forget your school after you trip."
Jon: "Yes, it's okay, I just need to compose myself for a moment. Why are you wearing that?"
?: "Okay, is everything really okay? Funny that someone like you ask that. I just came from training and didn't have time to change since, I was just helping you, buddy. Good so you don't forget. Hi, I'm Cameron, but everyone calls me Nexo, I'm the captain of the wrestling team, I wanted to recruit you for the team but you did something different. I don't share your decision, but I don't have anything against it either. Whatever it is. I gotta go, a captain should be with his team."
He turns around and leaves, you look at his ass, which is highlighted by his singlet, he looks so hot. But you immediately organize your thoughts again. If you aren't injured, at least a stone fell on you. And Northwestern? Your old school? You're at university even though you were standing at the construction site just a few seconds ago. Are you somehow lost in time or are you in a coma? Questions you can't answer and what did he mean by your decision and "someone like you"? You decide to go to the bathroom first, some water will definitely help you. You go into the bathroom, open the tap and wash your face. You look in the mirror and you're shocked at what you see.
You look into a face you don't know. It is the face of a young man with brown hair and beautiful eyes. You notice that you have headphones on and are wearing jogging clothes. You take your shirt off and now look at a muscular body, you have a muscular chest, great arms and a tattoo on your chest. You also notice your big ass and that you have a boner in your pants, you're not sure if it's from Nexo's ass or the sight of you.
The doorbell rang and you quickly take your shirt again. You look at your phone and want to find out where you have class now. You realize that it's history now. You also realize that it can never be time travel. You didn't have cell phones like this before and it feels too real, diffrent them a coma. But now you don't have time to think about it, you have to go to class. You quickly walk to the room that was on your phone. When you get there, you sit down and a person comes to you.
Alex: "Hey, Jon. I thought you weren't coming today, I didn't find you this morning. What was wrong?"
Jon: "Sorry, I'm off track right now, why am I so important?"
Alex: "Are you kidding? Today is training, we have to be ready for our game."
Jon: "What game?"
Alex: "Really? The football game against the Hawks. Have you forgotten that?"
Jon: "Of course not, sorry."
The bell rings and everyone goes to their places. Alex also leaves, you only see his ass which looks great in his football pants and you feel something moving in your pants again. Apparently the athletes here like to wear their sports uniforms to class.
Jon: *So football? But how can it be? It's all so real and now I'm a young jock doing the sport I've always wanted to do. What happened?*
Class begins and you continue to think about everything. Maybe you'll learn something during training.
Sequel follows...
PS: It's a little longer than expected, the second part is coming soon.
#wrestling singlet#college wrestling#jock bulge#collage#jock tf#jock#transformation#wrestling bulge#football#football tf
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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 3/?
STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25
Oh my god?? Is that Michael from the Bible??
Again, please read Story 1 first before reading this. This is a sequel and you'll need the context of the first story to understand some aspects here!
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Lucifer thought about a lot of things in the past few months.
Like how Charlie has the heart of an angel but fierceness of a demon, or how Alastor can't turn off his bastardness but still convey concern for someone, how Vaggie thinks no one can tell she beats herself up for missing Heaven, how Angel endured how-many-the-fuck years in that moth man's clutches, how Husk gives longing gazes towards Angel when he thinks the other is not looking (Angel definitely knows, he just likes to tease), how Cherri always taps Sir Pentious' portrait whenever she walks by it, how Nifty is... well Nifty.
Something he doesn't really think about is setting foot in Heaven again.
....
With anyone knowing, that is.
He came out the portal into a familiar room. There's a desk with a mountain of paperwork on one side and an unfinished cup of still steaming coffee on the other. Even with the mess, the multiple picture frames that were always there were not removed- like unmovable pillars.
Lucifer can't see what's on them but he doesn't need to see to know; after all... this isn't his first time here.
Michael: Samael.
He swivels around to face the owner of the voice.
Lucifer: It's Lucifer. How many times do I have to tell you that, Michael.
Michael: At least once more, brother.
Lucifer: Cut the shit.
The King of Hell angrily stomps towards his brother, hands grabbing the other's collar and pinning him against the wall.
Lucifer: How fucking dare you?! Y̵̬̮̾͊̍̈́̆o̴̧̺̞͎͒̌̿̀ͅṷ̵͇̒͆̉̒ ̶̢̢̖͕̳̋ç̶̼̝̮̌̽͛́͊ͅo̸͉̘͛̏̀̑̂u̴̜̝̦̒l̴͈̾d̵̗̾'̴̤̘̬̩̓v̸̟͈̠̯͕́̅̕̕ê̶̡̨̗͖̖̂ ̷̡̖̫͇̗̂͛̑̇͋k̶̘̪̲͓̜̋́͐͆́i̶͕̽̇́͊͜l̶̯͖̿l̸̛͉̝͊̈́̏̀ȅ̴̞͘d̸̡̫̬͈̝̈́̊ ̴̛͍͕͘͝m̵̻̂͂͐y̵̠̠̑͋ ̵̣̭̭̰͉͗̽̑̚d̴͚̠̈́̈́ȃ̴͙̪̂͐̉ų̶̛͐̋̃g̶̮̭̟͓̺̔̆h̵̪͕̞̟͈̋̊̌̒t̷̨̍͑ͅe̴͖͎̒̐̚͝r̷̡̎́!̷̡͔͚̜͆͋̔̄̈́
His demon form is coming out and he's trying so hard to suppress his disguise while being so utterly pissed off.
Michael's face remains unchanged from his usual calm and oh boy it just makes Lucifer want to kill his brother more
Michael: Relax, Lucifer. I knew you would have blocked it. Sorry for the pentagram though. Besides, I just needed to get your attention and call you here.
Lucifer: What?? A note can't do anymore??
His brother scoffed at his face. Scoffed! The nerve! Why he oughtta-
Michael: The council has become restless after the events of the last extermination. Sera has been dealt with, by the way. You're welcome. Nonetheless, they've tighten up security so that means I can't reach you the usual way.
Lucifer: So you tried to destroy my Kingdom?! I swear to Father, Michael if you do that again, I will-
Michael: Yes yes I'll send an owl or something next time. But this is urgent and I do not have the time to guess if you'll come or not if I did send one.
The threads pulses with their every intake of air, almost as if it's breathing with them.
Lucifer let go of his brother in realization of what the Archangel just said.
Lucifer: Wait. You said tighten security? For what?
Michael dusts himself off and purses his lips.
Michael: Follow me.
They navigate through baren hallways without talking. Lucifer wants to ask more but from the look Michael is sporting, it doesn't seem like it's something he wants to discuss in a place where someone might hear it.
The more they walk, the more familiar the pathway becomes. Are they heading where he thinks they're going?
Michael halts in front of a door that Lucifer is sure holds-
Lucifer: The Fates?
His brother nods as he opens the door, locking it behind him once entered.
The Sin of Pride had never been inside this room before, he only knows it by the stories his siblings and Father tells him. How one day, once his duty on Eden is finished, he is to assume the responsibilty of safeguarding The Fates.
And then the Fall happened and-
Now he's here. As the King of Hell. Heaven's supposed greatest enemy in the same room with the most delicate aspect of life.
The Threads of Life.
He stares at the golden thread spread throughout the entire room and it's so breathtaking that he almost can't breathe in it's presence.
Michael: Something is brewing here in Heaven. People are restless, fighting. Souls are going missing. Angels are leaving their duties. Just like how-
Lucifer: The Rebellion started… What? You think there's another one coming?
Michael: The council seems to think so but the others and I don't see it that way.
Lucifer: But-
He cuts himself off because Michael is looking at him with those eyes. Eyes that always seem to know too much.
Lucifer: You know what's happening, don't you?
Michael: Heaven is on the verge of a civil war.
Lucifer's breath hitches. A civil war?? Michael not calling it a rebellion means whoever is opposing is not after freedom.
They're after power. Heaven's power.
Lucifer: I'm sorry but I'm not part of Heaven. Not anymore. What does this have to do with me? What's so important that you need to blast a whole through Hell's skies and get me involved in a Heavenly dispute?
Michael reaches out to grab a thread oh so delicately. A thread that, unlike the others, is cut short.
Lucifer: Mika?
Michael: Heaven's foundation is collapsing. With a war like this, it is only a matter of time until the very essence of Heaven dies.
Michael takes lets Lucifer hold the thread with him and the King of Hell could feel a sense of home in it- almost like he's looking at a mirror with no reflection.
Michael: And I think you're going to die with it.
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God, is it also hot in where you're from? I'm literally melting.
#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin alastor#hazbin charlie#hazbin lilith#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#hazbin vaggie#hazbin nifty#hazbin cherri bomb#hazbin michael#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin hotel michael#hazbin hotel niffty#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel angel oc#hazbin hotel sir pentious#hazbin sir pentious#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#radioapple#duckiedeer#lucifer morningstar#appleradio#lucifer x alastor#alastor and lucifer#lucifer magne
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AITA for wanting to skip out on one sports event to spend time with family????
I 22F have been playing this sport for over 6 years and have worked my ways to the top ( I'm mean full nationals clothes)
I have been to every and I'm mean every sport event that they have asked of me in these 6 years. Never taken off never missed a practice even when I'm sick.
Now this weekend that is coming my family wants to fo away on a little vacation it is the only time my father has off from work and my Lil sis doesn't have another sport event. But I sadly do. Soo I made the decision to skip out on this weekends event to spend some time with my family.(also side note this was a quickly planned thing like 2 days ago we decided to)
I let the club manager(59 F) know that I wouldn't be making it. And what does she message back to me??????
"*my name* this is unacceptable."
Only gonna quote that cause the rest is just going on and on about why they can't find my replacement in this short amount of time or that I could've let her know earlier.(Also wanna clarify my team can hold themselves in the event they have 20+ years of experience being 40M 65M and 67F and with age comes problems and I'm not nearly as good as they were in they young years. They also said its alright if I don't make it)
Then in he last sentences she says some dumb shot about me about if you play the sport you should dedicate your life to it no matter what. And I understand that but this is the first time I did it.
Just with her attitude I'm beginning to she what a real asshole she can be.
I'm still going with my family this weekend but does it make me the bad guy???
AITA??????
(Also didn't reread this soo don't mind the spelling errors)
What are these acronyms?
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Writeblr Re(rere)intro that's a year late!
Hi! I'm Pax, and I write Big Books that keep getting darker and darker in subject matter 🎉🎉
Basics about me:
he/him or they/them, Mid 20s
Favorite genres: Fantasy, SciFi, Horror, Mystery
Favorite authors: N. K. Jemisin, Tamsyn Muir, Brandon Sanderson, Pierce Brown, Samantha Shannon
Other things I do: Digital art (including commissions!), Twitch streams (usually art or writing sprints, occasionally video games), digital art assets and fonts (PWYW on Ko-Fi!)
Basics about my WIPs:
THE MILLENNIUM SAGA
High fantasy/Steampunk epic, 8 books planned.
Book one: Firebreathers (160k words; ~700 pages)
Book two: Echoseers (148k words; ~600 pages)
Book three: Goddess-Touched (15k as of posting; 3rd attempt at drafting)
First person, Multi POV
What starts as a simple rebellion against their local Citylord becomes a flight - and fight - for their lives, as Ember Timber, their family, and their newfound friends are forced to flee overseas from the vengeful general who will stop at nothing to earn her Eternal King's favor, and will in fact relish hunting her own son and grandchildren for sport. But along the way, the crew learns that the Eternal King's immortality was not granted in return for his success as the Chosen One long ago, as they have always been told - and the sacrifice for such a thing is not only paid dearly in blood, but on its way to being repeated.
WHISPERS
Dark fantasy Noir. Currently with beta readers. 172k words; ~750 pages.
First person, Dual POV.
Set in the same world as Millennium Saga, ~5 years after the series concludes.
Marika Swiftfoot owes her life to the Shadow of Fowden, the sorceress leader of a terroristic crime syndicate based in the north pole. When the man she once loved finally comes to collect on that life debt ten years later, she plans to kill him the moment it's safe. Too soon, after all, and everyone else she's ever loved will join him beyond the Veil.
But hate isn't the only feeling that lingers between them, and when they're offered another way out of their debts, the lives of a few innocents looks like a bargain compared to the life of cruelty ahead of them.
Lorelei has been hunting the Shadow for twenty years, and looking for the sister who disappeared for thirty. And here, names are legacies: she wants to earn Hopebringer before her legs give out for good, to erase the stain her father's name has left with Vowbreaker. And for that, she sees one way forward: she must never break her vows, no matter how small.
The Shadow must die, and the Whispers with her.
Her sister must be found, even if all that's left to find is a story.
She must find answers for every case she takes on, even if she doesn't know so much as the name of the man who's gone missing.
THE LOST
Space opera webcomic. First scene fully illustrated; will release once the first chapter is complete, a week after Patrons receive the final scene.
In the far reaches of space, the term "Media Empire" is quite literal; the Watchers have extended their influence throughout their galaxy filament with the help of their beloved Coliseum, and the Champion therein. After all, having a shapeshifter capable of replicating anything leads to some gruesome, spectacular fights, made all the more heartrending when they are the last of their kind, trapped in the ship molded from their kin's corpse.
But while the Watchers have total control over what happens in the pit, they cannot predict the audience.
And they certainly cannot predict the malfunctioning psychic implant of an assassin in the front row, and the loss of both opponents and a long-time prisoner of war to the escape.
I also post art of all of these semi-regularly, including in-progress stuff, as well as excerpts and rambling braindumps!! I'm also a huge worldbuilding nerd, so if you ever want to learn more about the worlds I'm writing, don't be afraid to ask!! I love talking about them :D
Boosts are appreciated <3 tell me about your own WIPs in the tags/replies/wherever!! I love learning about what people are working on!
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ISU released an article about Shoma
Two-time ISU World Champion and three-time Olympic medalist Shoma Uno of Japan has announced his retirement from competitive skating after a long and distinguished career and is ready to open a new chapter in his life.
“I have decided to retire from active competition,” Uno wrote on Instagram. “I am very grateful to have been able to continue skating for 21 years since I was 5 years old, and to have had a wonderful athletic life.”
The Japanese star will talk in more detail about his retirement and future plans in a press conference scheduled for May 14.
The 26-year-old looks back at a career with many highlights and also difficult times, but he always came back, proving his talent and showing resilience. When five-year-old Shoma went to the ice rink in his hometown of Nagoya with his father to have fun, he had no idea that he would become a World Champion, Olympic medalist and super star of the sport. He only knew that the enjoyed skating and kept coming back to the rink, taking lessons. He trained with Machiko Yamada, the coach of Japanese skating icon Midori Ito and also with Mihoko Higuchi for many years and worked his way up in the skating world.
Uno debuted in the ISU Junior Grand Prix in 2011 and was so tiny that he was unable to look over the boards. He won a few medals on the Junior circuit but his breakthrough came in what was his last Junior season in 2014/15 when he qualified for the first time for the ISU Junior Grand Prix Final where he claimed gold. Shoma went on to take the ISU World Junior title in 2015, in what was his fourth and final appearance at the event (climbing from 10th in 2012, 7th in 2013 and 5th in 2014).
Once at the senior level, Uno quickly became one of the top Skaters in the World. In his World debut in 2016 he placed 7th but then the next year won silver, his first of a total of four World medals. In his first Olympic Winter Games in 2018, Shoma skated off with the silver medal and returned on to the Olympic podium four years later, earning the bronze. In 2022 and 2023 Uno crowned himself ISU World Champion.
However, in between there was a time of struggle. In the 2019/20 season, for the first (and only) time in his career, Uno finished off the podium in the ISU Grand Prix Series. He had left his coaches since childhood and struggled with confidence.
“At first, to be honest, I was thinking about finishing my career,“ he said in an interview at Skate America 2021 about this time.
“I did not know how much longer I would keep going. But imaging the end (I thought) maybe I'll enjoy the rest of this career as an athlete.“
Uno started to work with two-time World Champion Stéphane Lambiel as his coach and choreographer in fall 2019 and soon came back strong. He grew as an athlete and a performer with beautiful programs that highlighted his versatility: “Turandot” (Free Skating 2017/18), “Great Spirit” (Short Program 2020/21), “Bolero” (Free Skating 2021/22) and “Spiegel im Spiegel” (Free Skating 2023/24) to name a few.
At the same time, the Japanese star always pushed the limits technically and made history by becoming the first Skater to perform a quadruple flip in competition in 2016.
“When I train and want to become better, it's not good for me to work on what I can already do. If I'm satisfied with just giving 80 per cent, I'm not good. The right training for me is to push my limits,” Uno said in an interview.
The Japanese Skater has an independent mind and a fun personality. He has a Youtube Channel where you can meet his three toy poodles Emma, Baron and Toro.
“When I am on the ice, I am totally focused on my sport, but when I'm off the ice, I am sure most people know I am just a lazy slacker, but I thought that would be a good way to show to the people how I am off the ice, but still this is Shoma Uno,” he explained.
When asked who inspires him the most, Shoma’s surprising answer was:
"Myself. Of course, I think I am inspired by many people and heard some good words from everyone, too, but in the end when you break it down, I do feel that it is myself that inspires me and sadly, I don't listen to anyone. Sometimes I listen, but mostly I go with my own mind,” he added.
For sure Uno will follow his own ideas in the years to come but you can certainly expect to see him gracing the ice in shows for a while.
#shoma uno#figure skating#isu#happy retirement shoma#it's a nice article that I think sums up Shoma's career pretty well#also adding links to his Insta and Youtube is a good move as I still think both acc are quite unknown among non-Shoma fans
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Begonias | Kai Smith x reader
I love Lana Del Rey
“-Money is the anthem! God you’re so handsome-!”
“Okay! Okay, honey. Not that I don’t love your singing, or you calling me handsome but we’re here.” Kai said turning the radio down am I smiles at him as he looked for somewhere to park.
“Thank you… for this.” I said and he smirked.
“Anything for you.” He told me and I tried to ignore how flustered it made me feel.
“You seriously didn’t have to do this, you know?” I said and he rolled his eyes.
“I seriously did. It’s your first day. It’d be wrong for me to not take you.” Kai protested and I smiled.
“You know my Dad is going to hold this against you, right?” I said and he rolled his eyes again.
“C’mon? Daddy dropping you off at his office for the job he gave you on the first day? What a bad first impression.” He said and it was my turn to roll my eyes.
“I’m just being an office assistant for a couple months so I can have some actual experience in an office environment. Then I can apply to work for Borg or someone. Plus I need money.” I told him and he gave me a reassuring smile.
“Borg would love to have you. Hey- he clearly pays me well.” He said and gestured to custom Cyrus car that had been made for him. It was a ridiculously expensive red sports car that was completely electric in the Borg fashion. Kai had worked for Borg since he was 17, originally on an internship apparently and had built himself up in the company. He dealt in security matters and testing out new inventions.
“Yeah I can see that.” I said before sitting up and turning to him. “How do I look?” I asked, striking a little pose whilst sitting and he looked me over.
“Gorgeous… and don’t listen to your Dad. The skirt is not too short and that’s coming from your boyfriend. Although the chances of me ripping it off tonight are high.” He said and I smirked.
“So you’re coming tonight?” I said and his face dropped. It was a big meal that my Dad had with his friends and some of my Uncles and cousins. Kai has avoided this dinner for months and did so last year but since it was the first year we were together. I let it slide but now we had almost been going out for two years. I wanted him to be there with me.
“I’m already on Daddy’s bad side. I think me being at that dinner would be the last straw. He already thinks I’m the reason you didn’t go to college.” Kai said and I gave him puppy eyes.
“Please?” I asked and he gave me a serious look.
“You’re going to be late.” He said and I just stared at him harder. “I’ll see what I can do… love you.” He said and I kissed him before opening the car door.
“Love you too!” I yelled as I closed the car door and I heard Lana blasting again at full volume I turned around and he winked at me as he sped off. I giggled to myself and held my skirt down from the gust of wind the car made. I shook my head with a big smile as I headed up the stairs. I pretended I didn’t see my Dad shake his head in disapproval in his office window. I held my head up high as I headed up into his office greeting everyone and receiving off guard thanks and greetings back. God this was a depressing work environment. I paused by my Dad’s office door as I heard him speaking.
“-she had a crush on him when she was 18! You think it would end there but no! He continues to poke his head around her until she’s 20 and immediately snatches her up! And he cancels all the time! Poor excuses if you ask me. He’s good for nothing! Can’t provide, he’s going nowhere in life and encourages the worst behaviour out of my daughter, she swears he had nothing to do with it but I know he’s the reason she didn’t go to College! All her life she spoke about wanting to-“ I pushed the door open, carrying a file that had been handed to me and a coffee for my father.
“He’s not going nowhere, Dad. Who else do you know of that’s got into an internship at Borg’s company at 17 and at 25 is now a leading part of his security. He deals with the ninja Dad! Thats a huge thing!” I interrupted and he rolled his eyes.
“You always had a crush on that red one too. Don’t tell me you’re going to be dating him next.” Dad grumbled and I rolled my eyes.
“Dad, I heard it takes them 10 years to even master basic ninjitsu! The fire ninja is probably 30.” I told him and he stared at me out the corner of his eye.
“Age gap didn’t stop you before.” He snarked and I slammed the file down.
“Stop it! Kai’s 25, not 50. It’s not uncommon for a 21 year old to go out with a 25 year old. Or an 20 year old to go out with a 24 year old. Stop making out like he’s a creep. Plus the age gap between you and Mom was 5 years?!” I said and he shrugged.
“At least we were both in our 30s and not one of us a teenager- he over the age to be ID’d!” Dad said and his business colleague tried not to look awkward in the seat opposite my Dad’s by his desk.
“I’m going to be the mature one and end this. If you need me I’ll be with my supervisor doing my training.” I said and spun on my heel to walk out.
“And pull down that skirt!” He yelled and I resisted the urge to throw the new file in my hand at him. Instead I just shut his door and moved towards my supervisor.
They had a TV in the office with the news playing and I caught myself watching it when I noticed everyone else watching it as well. The ninjas were on the news. I watched as it showed the red ninja shutting down some mechanic that had gone haywire. I felt like I was the only one that noticed the way it had sliced his side and how he winced in pain and grabbed his side when the fight ended. He quickly moved away before it switched to the green ninja taking on two with the peach ninja who glitched away from all attacks. They worked together perfectly and I felt a certain jealously creep up inside me. A bitterness at the fact that me and Kai would never be able to work that well together. He’d forever be that guy who successfully raised his little sister, worked all his life and came out on top and I’d always be the girl who had everything handed to her. It didn’t matter that Lord Garmadon had stripped my mother away from me. It didn’t matter that Kai was the only person who taught me how to smile again. It didn’t matter that my father wouldn’t look at me for years, especially as I got older, because I looked too much like her. It didn’t matter that no one had hugged me since my mother had died. I was 10. Me and Kai could relate that much on not having a mother and feeling as if we had to raise ourselves, except he actually did and had to raise another. I looked back down after the earth ninja and pink ninja came on screen and she helped the fire ninja’s injury on his side as the earth ninja protected them both. Again, working as a perfect team. I went back to typing on my computer.
“Damn ninjas! Always having to show off! No one needs to backflip to take down a bot! Showboating is never impressive.” I heard my Dad curse as he moved to the office printer and I rolled my eyes. I looked back up as the lightning ninja backflipped off a bot in sync with the water ninja and they both blasted the bots with their power, rendering them useless.
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“What the hell is up with you?!” Cole hissed out as he used his strength to knock a bot away.
“You’re never this distracted, red.” Pearl added as he quickly put a medical seal on his wound that had been created by Borg to temporarily freeze land apply pressure to any wound for a couple hours. Kai hissed in pain as he felt the bandage take and suck at his skin and wound.
“It’s just… spitfire… she’s got this huge family dinner thing and she wants me to be there but you know how much her Dad hates me.” Kai hissed out as Pearl created a little shield around her and Kai as they waited for the pain to numb and for him to get back into action. Her powers allowed her to temporarily bring the realm she sees into around her as to act like a shield. It was Peach whose power allowed her to completely go through realms and objects like they didn’t exist. They called her powers ‘glitching’ rather than whatever technical name it had.
“Then don’t go. She’d probably be thankful for an excuse not to go.” Cole said and Kai leant back on his arms.
“That was my plan but it’s her first day working for him as well. I feel like I need to be with her tonight.” He carried on and Cole ripped out the bot’s power pack. It crumbled like nothing and he dodged the other bot that shot at him.
“Then go… it’s once a year and it shows that her father’s wrong about you not being serious because you’d actually be there to laugh at him.” Pearl added and Kai threw his head back.
“This has been my debate all day!” He groaned and shook his head.
“Peach we could use your help over here!” Pearl said and in an instant she appeared behind Pearl and kicked a smaller bot away from the two.
“What’s up?” She asked and Pearl noticed a gash on her thigh and got to work, grabbing her leg unexpectedly as she yelped.
“Does Kai go to the family dinner or nah?” She asked and Peach looked to him.
“That big family one?” She asked and Kai nodded. “Fuck yeah. Her Dad already hates you.” Peach added and Kai rolled his eyes.
“I know that but going would make him even more mad at me.” Kai said Peach rolled her eyes back as Pearl began smoothing the bandage.
“It’s not about her Dad- are you done?! It’s about her! Just go… or arrive halfway through with flowers and dressed nicely. Say you got caught up at work! That’ll get them thinking you’re not a vigilante clad in red that just got cut in the side by a giant bot.” She said and Pearl finally let go of her leg and she glitched her hand through another bot and ripped out its power pack.
“That’s a good idea actually.” Cole said and he rests his katana over his shoulder. Random wires hung over it.
“I’m taking credit.” Pearl said to be shoved by Peach.
“The fuck did you do?” She asked and Pearl looked up sharply.
“Ask you.” Pearl said and you could see her grin from behind the mask.
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I had gone home in my Dad’s car with his driver and unfortunately him. He’d been in a horrible mood all day and I stared out the window as he ranted to me but not actually because I wasn’t listening.
“Is sparky coming or not?” Dad asked and I rolled my eyes.
“It’s Kai and he doesn’t know if he’s going to be working late or not.” More like if he can deal with you tonight. I know I can’t! I thought to myself.
“Of course… but what do you expect?! I think you’re putting too much into this relationship. You’re both so young and there’s no way he’ll be ready to settle any time soon. Boys like him, Y/n. They don’t stick around for marriage. Don’t be fooled.” He told me and I whipped my head around sharply.
“And how would you know?! Because you strung along my mother for years until you decided you were ready to settle down? Kai shows me a lot more attention than you ever showed my mother. He treats me better as well. Which is lucky considering I was raised to think Mommy and Daddy arguing everyday was normal.” I said and he went silent.
“I loved your mother.” His pathetic reply was and I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t have to remind me. You could’ve even look at me for 5 years after she died! And you want to talk about Kai-?! You think he has ’ruined’ my life?! No- you did! Because you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to even hug your daughter when she cried over her mother’s dead body-! Let me out! I’m walking the rest of the way home!” I said and pulled at the door handle of the locked car.
“-No! Don’t!” Dad quickly demanded and I threw myself back on my seat and crossed my arms, looking away from him. “I’m sorry, dear.” He said and I rolled my eyes, not letting the tears fall, it wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation. “I just worry you’re spending too much of your time on this boy instead of you. God knows your mother did the same for me and we were much older.” I held my forehead.
“I didn’t want to go to college because I didn’t want to leave home.” I said and I could feel his shocked stare on me.
“What…?” He said in shock and I sighed.
“Last time I left home to go to a school I would live at… I got halfway there before I had no mother.” I said and I felt his posture soften.
“It had nothing to do with Kai. Although I wish it did. It’d be a much easier problem to fix… he actually tried to encourage me to go. Even said he’d pay my tuition fees if for some reason that’s what I was worried about. Also said he’d pay for any travel home or there and if he could he’d pick me up.” I said and I heard my father sigh.
“I’m sorry… I just get worried that he’s bringing you into a world you weren’t made for. I know he’s had a rough history.” Dad said and the car came to a stop outside our house which was way too big for the two of us. But I guess if you run data processing company, it earns big money.
“Can we just put this aside for tonight? I’m tired enough as it is.” I said and he nodded in agreement before we both got out the car and I said thanks and goodbye to my Dad’s driver. Lorris. God I really fucking hope Kai turns up.
I had called and messages way too many times and he hadn’t answered. I guess this was his shitty way of saying “I’m not coming”. I huffed retouched my make up and smoothed out my outfit before making my wake downstairs to say hello to everyone and sit down, ready for dinner. Which was served quickly after. That let me know what they were waiting for me.
I felt my foot get kicked from under the table and looked up to see my younger cousin who smiled cheekily at me and mouthed ‘I’m bored’. I smiled back in amusement and swallowed my bite before my plate was taken. They took the empty plate next to me that was reserved for Kai who didn’t turn up. I looked up to see my cousin again who frowned and asked me where he was. Well mouthed. ‘Work’ I mouthed back as an excuse and he rolled his eyes to which I laughed.
“Excuse me, Miss, but there’s someone in the entrance hall for you.” The butler my Dad had hired for tonight said and I nodded and walked into the hallway to see Kai all dolled up with a bouquet in his hands. I smiled in relief and joy before I ran to him. He picked me up and spun me around in a princess twirl before setting me down and I I smiled into him as he kissed my forehead.
“Hey princess, how was the dinner? Hope I’m not too late for desert? I stopped by that flower place near the noodle house and got you some Begonias because you said they reminded you of your mom and I thought you could use a reminder of her today. Your first day of work- speaking of work! When I tell you Borg was holding onto me like I was his favourite toy- the guy let me go as soon as I said I had to come see you though. He’s got some real respect for you- none for me though.” Kai ranted and I laughed before kissing him.
“We haven’t had desert yet…” I told him when we broke apart. He pushed me further against him and smirked.
“I know what I want…” He told me going in to kiss me more but I pulled away and grabbed his hand to lead him into the big dining hall. He awkwardly greeted everyone and I took the flowers off him. Begonias. My Mom used to grow them in her garden with my grandmother who also passed. I can’t believe he remembered that. I put them in a vase and joined everyone again.
“-truly remarkable how you and your group are so young and yet all such in great positions!” My uncle rambled on to Kai who smiled awkwardly.
“Yeah, we were all luckily enough to be accepted into his young leadership program.” Kai told him and I smiled then tried not laugh at my younger cousin’s expression. His total embarrassment at his father’s gushing.
“I mean even that Lloyd Garmadon-“ The mood soured and Kai became defensive. “-this world is not kind to him.”
“The Garmadons have wrecked so many lives. They don’t deserve the luxury of a normal life and equal opportunities.” Dad said and Kai’s fist clenched.
“You can’t blame the son for sins of the father. That’s not how it works and Lloyd is actually a really nice guy!” I defended and Kai eased up a bit.
“He’s a total nerd as well. Complete opposite of his Dad. Lloyd would never hurt a fly- I’m pretty sure the guy is still scared of the dark.” Kai added and I smiled.
“Lord Garmadon did many bad things. Imagine what his family went through during his evil days!” My uncle defended as well and my Dad huffed in defeat.
“You okay?” I asked Kai who immediately smiled and nodded.
“Of course, I’m with you.” Then why can’t you tell me the truth?
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I laid in bed with Kai. I was drawing circles on his bare chest. His abs peaked out from the top of the sheet that was lazily draped over his mid section. He was resting on both of his arms with his eyes closed. I smiled and leant further into him.
“God you’re gonna send me to sleep doing that, babe.” He said and I giggled before moving to straddle him.
“Oh really? That’s too bad.” I said and fully put my weight on him when he hissed and immediately raised myself up. “What?! What is it?!” I said and for a moment I feared he’d say I was too heavy but he just shuffled a bit.
“Okay you’re good now-“ He said and I looked to the side that was originally opposite me and noticed the fresh gash that was just staring to scab.
“What the hell?!” I said and scrambled to get off him and the bed to have a closer look but he held me in place. “What the fuck is that?!” I asked and he sat up. Immediately trying to calm me.
“It’s nothing- I’m okay-!”
“You’re okay?! That seems really-“
“It’s okay- just a little incident at work-“
“Little? Thats deep! I’m surprised you didn’t need stitches-“
“Hey-! Hey! Don’t freak out-“
“I am freaking! Why wouldn’t you tell me-?!”
“Because I didn’t want you freaking out like this…” He said as he held my face and I looked at him with big eyes.
“Did you tell Borg?! How many times are you gonna be this badly injured?” I asked and he looked down in shame? In himself?
“It’s just part of the job, sweetheart. Sometimes I get hurt- but I get hurt so others don’t.” Kai explained and I shook my head.
“No…”
“Yes.”
“No-! I mean it’s not right. It’s not…” Then suddenly I remember the red ninja from earlier. How he had a gash in his side and I groaned. “This is so exhausting, Kai.” I said and he nodded.
“I know…”
“You’re always hurt in some way, or tired, or- I don’t know it just seems like this job is too much.” I said and he nodded but also disagreed with me.
“If I didn’t have to do it, I wouldn’t.” Lie. I got off him and headed towards the shower. “Baby! Y/n! What’s up?” He asked and I took my hair out and let it down.
“Talk to me when you’re not going to lie. You love that job.” I said and I heard him sigh before getting up and soon I felt arms around my waist and a head on my neck.
“I’m sorry, okay? I thought I was saying what you wanted to hear. I promise I’ll tell you straight away next time.” He said and I stared at my reflection as he placed a kiss on my neck. Thats what he says every time. I just took a deep breath and agreed because who knows the next time Borg is going to send him on a week away or something or the other.
“Okay…” I said and I felt his body deflate a little.
“I mean it, okay?” He said and I nodded.
“I know you do.”n’t. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Then why do you lie so much?
#kai smith x reader#kai smith#ninjago kai#cole brookstone#earth ninja#jay walker#lloyd garmadon#ninjago#ninjago cole#nya smith#ninjago zane#fire ninja#ninjago nya#ninjago lloyd#ninjago jay#zane julien#ninjago wu#ninjago garmadon
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Hey Chronivac support! I had set the chronivac to slowly build up my twig of a best friend into a hairy muscle bound beast but I think the delay has gone on too long. Could you help me?
I am very sorry, but somehow things went wrong…. A somewhat unfortunate combination of technical problems and user errors. I suggest I define a scenario at the end of which the desired result should be. And I set the total duration of the transformation to eight days.
First part of the transformation is the retroactive change of your friend's routines. His body will now change in 24 hours as if he had already had the following daily routine for a year longer: two hours to the gym in the morning before university, one hour of running during the lunch break, another two hours to the gym in the evening. And then preparing the next day's meals and packing them in Tupperware. Saturdays are a training break, Sundays first two hours of swimming, then six hours of gym and then another hour of yoga. A life just for sports. A highly disciplined life for studying and for sports.
The second part is changing his genetics. Every day one of his great-grandparents is replaced. Until his father is a Moroccan who immigrated just before he was born. And his mother is an Albanian who has also only been living here for 25 years.
I start the tomorrow morning on Friday at 08:00 am. Sit back and enjoy!
Friday morning. You are both still rookies in the office. But you want to make a career. Getting a job in the research and development department has been a great success. And you both have no desire not to build on that. Accordingly, you are punctually at your workplace at 08:00. Everything is still quite normal. But when you meet for lunch at 12:00, your friend is pretty upset. He thinks that he has forgotten his running clothes. And that he will have to make up for the running session tomorrow. You look at him questioningly. And you notice that he looks fitter somehow. At 4:00 p.m. you get a message. Your friend has also forgotten his training clothes and has therefore already gone home and is then going straight to the gym. Dinner at 20:00 as arranged in your favorite steakhouse. Your friend is on time. However, he is not showered and still in his tracksuit. Had he not shaved this morning. He looks like a three-day beard. The meal is first about the week at the office. And then about the plans for the weekend. Tomorrow we're going to do some shopping. Your friend convinces you to come to the gym on Sunday. When you say goodbye, you realize that your friend only had the 400 gram filet with green salad and alcohol-free beer and water. You drank the wine all by yourself. Slightly drunk, you go home and fall into bed.
On Saturday morning your best friend rings you out of bed. Where you stay. The early bird catches the worm. He would have made up for yesterday's running session by now and would like to start doing some shopping. Damn, it's only 10:00 o'clock. You didn't expect him until 12:00. When you finally meet in the mall, there are already some big shopping bags next to your friend. Nutritional supplements. Protein powder. Sportswear. And he definitely looks changed. Not a gram of fat on his body anymore. But a firm ass and a visibly wider back. Fuck, it seems to work. When you're shopping, your conversations are almost all about sports. You actually start to develop an interest in it as well. And you also buy some new clothes and training shoes. You arrange to go clubbing in the evening. You almost didn't recognize your friend. His black T-shirt is almost painted on his upper body. And he moves on the dance floor as if he had never done anything else. He thinks that functional training pays off here, too. His movement coordination is getting better and better. You shake your head and get yourself a gin and tonic. And bring your friend a water.
When you arrive at the gym at 4 p.m. on Sunday, your friend is already moaning in a sweat on the leg press. "Bro, didn't we say 12:00 for Box Fit?" he says. You reply that anything before 4:00 p.m. would have been a challenge for you after last night. Your friend gives you a Fist Bump. And says that he needs your support with the chest workout. When your friend leaves for yoga at 6:30pm, you are completely screwed. And you wonder why your boyfriend has such hairy forearms…
On Monday morning you both arrive at work at the same time. Your best friend is talking on the phone in a language you can't understand. "My Albanian grandmother in Tirana has birthday today", he answers, reading your thoughts. Who the hell has a birthday, you ask yourself. Your friend walks up the stairs in front of you. Fuck, an ass made of concrete, you think to yourself. The idea of running during lunch break was really super stupid. You can hardly move from yesterday. So your friend has to wait for you all the time. And bridges the waiting time with burpees. And did he just flirt with the young guy at the pull-up bar? Fuck, the only thing that gets hard with you is your dick. When showering at the end of the lunch break, you can no longer cover up. Your boyfriend looks appreciative and gives you a kiss before it goes back to work. Before you go to bed you do a round of pushups and situps.
On Tuesday morning, your boyfriend is already there when you enter the office shortly after 08:00. And tries to persuade you again to come with him to pump in the morning. Getting up at 4:00 a.m. doesn't seem very attractive to you. But you catch yourself imagining how horny it would be to suck the sweat out of your boyfriend's beard. Shit, since when does he have a beard? In any case, you are already looking forward to the shower after the run. After work you go to dinner together in a small Albanian restaurant. Your friend seems to know everyone there. You don't understand a word they say. But the food is delicious. And you promise to come to the training tomorrow night. Your best friend grabs his sports bag, gives you a French kiss and disappears to his next sports session.
When you arrive at the office on Wednesday, the smell almost takes your breath away. Your friend is sitting across from you, grinning. He lost track of time during his workout and didn't have time to shower. Fuck, he can't work here in his sweaty workout clothes. Not because it bothers you. Because you can't get your hard-on under control anymore. It doesn't get better during the lunch break and shower. Not until your buddy in the shower goes down on his knees in front of you and gives you a blowjob. Until the end of the day you can hardly think of anything else but that you will return the favor tonight after the workout.
Hopefully no one will notice that your friend is wearing the same clothes today as yesterday. After the workout you did some cardio in your apartment. Riding on your boyfriend's cut big dark cock was awesome! Just a pity that he has made himself in the middle of the night again out of the way. But damn, he only does what you wanted. And he is no longer the man he was a week ago. His name is Eset now. But that's perfectly natural for everyone. As is the fact that he mostly works with t-shirts or short-sleeved shirts. It would be too bad to hide his biceps. For tonight, Eset has something special planned. After the workout, you'll go to an Arabian hamam. Only horny almost naked men! However, Eset still stands out here. He may not be as hairy as many here. But already one of the big boys.
It was just one night for the two of you. But it feels strange to wake up alone today. Eset is already here again before you. And has put breakfast on your desk. Cottage cheese with protein powder and fruit. He's right, you look like a twig next to him. You have to change that. When he asks if you're going out for steak again tonight, Eset looks at you like you're totally nuts. Lad, it's Friday. First to the mosque, then to sports. Of course, you had totally forgotten that. Okay, then you can work out your arms a bit before Eset comes along. Wait a minute! Mosque? What the hell?
Saturday. Eight days gone. You have a date in the park. Throw a few balls. Meet up with the lads. Eset is already there warming up with some bros. The fellas stand together and talk in Arabic. Until their alpha bro sees you.
Given his roots, Eset is a bit coy about exchanging kisses in public. But he licks the ball and throws it to you. And you lick his spit off.
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Okay, ever since the concept art of the Mario Brothers movie got leaked on Reddit, I've been wanting to make this post. And I think now is the time. Gird your loins friends. I am about to overanalyze the hell out of thirty seconds and one concept art of a movie.
A Room of Their Own: An (Over)Analysis
To start with, I want to justify this whole treatise by comparing the concept art of Mario and Luigi's room with what we get in the movie.
Concept Art
Movie
These match up incredibly well. There are a few poster swaps on Mario's wall, the generic baseball team versus an obvious reference to the Mets (a point I'll talk about in a moment); Beastie Boys for the fish person poster (and it's bugging the hell out of me, because the green guy is wildly jogging my memory and I can't quite place it). Luigi's side of the room also gets slightly rearranged, although the objects are mostly the same, minus the swap of the anime mecha figure for an art mannequin.
Now that we've established continuity, let's talk about why we're exploring this in the first place.
I love analyzing people's living spaces in media. They tell such an intimate story about who a person is, what they value, what they're hiding, and so on. And the snippets we get of Mario and Luigi's room, both through the movie and the concept art, say so much about them and (arguably) connect in some measure back to the games and even the cartoons of my youth. So, let's dive in, shall we?
Mario
In both the concept art and the movie, a couple of themes emerge from Mario's side of the room.
Plumbing
It's obvious that Mario's passion is plumbing. There are pipes sticking out from under his bed, pipes stacked in the corner, books on plumbing stacked on his desk, along with all kinds of other related paraphernalia. Regardless of Spike or his father, Mario seems genuinely into plumbing as his vocation (remember, he was the one who was the driving force behind that commercial). Keep this in mind for when we talk about Luigi, because there's a divergence there.
Sports
We know from the movie and general lore that Mario is quite athletic, and seems to enjoys sports. Here, we see posters for baseball and what is presumably the New York City marathon (at least in the movie still); we see a football helmet and some small trophies that one might assume are related to his own sports activities. Is he the absolute, number one winner in all of Brooklyn? Unlikely, given his insecurities about always being "small," about wanting to amount to something. This being said, it's obvious he has some prowess and accomplishment in the world of sporting, perhaps on a high school level. And the whole parkour scene shows that he trains, keeps himself in shape for this type of thing. (As an aside, can you blame Luigi for not being able to keep up? Forget the knees, he's hauling a 15-20 pound bag of plumbing equipment with him! Give the guy a break).
Anyway, this is all unsurprising for our hero archetype. The marathon poster - grit and determination. Baseball and football - all-American sports. Central casting, call one wannabe hero. (Remember, what people showcase in their rooms is generally what is important to them, what they value).
There is a small wrench thrown in here, however (ha! a pun!) And that would be the foam finger featured in the concept art which is a very familiar orange and blue. And that along with the baseball figurine and posters - which have similar coloring and iconography of the intersecting "NY" - lead me to believe that Mario is a Mets fan.
Now, I need make a small digression here to explain why this is important to his character.
The Mets are the long-suffering little brother to the perennially-successful New York Yankees (booooooo). They still hold the modern era record for most losses in a season (their inaugural year, 1962, where they went 40-120). Over the decades, they have been plagued by inept ownership, catastrophic end-of-season collapses, and bizarre events that can only be categorized as "LOLMets." (This Reddit thread is a particularly entertaining history of the franchise's tragi-comic moments).
And aside from being a lifelong masochist fan of this team, I think it's important to bring this up in terms of Mario's character because he sees himself as the underdog while in Brooklyn; as little, as constantly underachieving. It's extremely fitting for Mario's movie depiction that he roots for the eternal underperformer, for a team that has historically been supported by the more blue-collar areas of New York, a fanbase which suffers year after year and yet always comes back for more.
Mess
This is actually my favorite part of Mario's section. Canonically, Mario is a kind of a slob. In both the concept art and movie stills, we see plumbing bits and parts strewn all over the place, pipes shoved underneath the bed, pipes stacked in the corner, half-finished projects and tools running amok his desk. (Note, he's not dirty, just disorganized).
And the thing, this isn't the first time we've seen evidence of this. Luigi, on two separate occasions, either complains about or encounters his brother's habits in the Luigi's Mansion series. (Although the first quote below could be more of a commentary on Luigi's persnickety-ness rather than Mario's laundry habits).
(seriously, Mario. Just how many pizzas did you need?)
There's something...I don't know, endearing or somehow fitting that the titular hero of the Mushroom Kingdom is a domestic disaster. Almost as if whatever energies he can muster are focused solely on hero-ing and plumbing and anything else just...falls by the wayside. (Understandable. There's only so much all of us in our lives have energy for. You have to prioritize). Still, it sets up this contrast between the front Mario puts up and how he's received by the Mushroom Kingdom and who he really is, which he definitely reserves for a select few closest to him, the prime candidate being his brother.
And speaking of that brother...
Luigi
It's unfortunate that we don't get as many quality shots of Luigi's side of the room in the movie, but from what can see, the concept art is pretty consistent with the film.
And I'm being adamant about the consistency of the concept art and the movie, due to the fact we get so little Luigi screen time and yet his room tells us so much about him.
Science
We've got a tech-mech boy here, my friends. Note the somewhat advanced microscope perched on the headboard, the calendar of the motorcycle, the schematic of the racing car, the little jet-rocket ship. Note, in the concept art, the mecha sat prominently on top shelf.
Now, what does this tell us? (Aside from the fact Luigi is a total nerd, which we knew already).
Firstly, Luigi is very into motor vehicles, science (fiction), and possibly robots. That he possibly has some interest in engineering and robotics. This may sound familiar.
Yes, the Super Mario Brothers movie, by intent or not, kept Luigi's mechanical engineering interests intact. (There's a whole other post in here where I could provide further proof of this outside of SPM. I suggest watching the SMB 3 cartoon episode, "Mind Your Mummy" which not only wildly showcases Luigi's engineering skills, but is pretty hilarious).
But I digress.
Here's the interesting contrast. Mario is obvious about his passion for plumbing. Luigi, although canonically more reserved, does take the effort to highlight what is important to him in his room - namely his interest in science and engineering (and photography, which we'll talk about in a minute).
It makes you wonder...Luigi is not a confrontational sort. He goes along with what Mario does because he loves his brother and perhaps he either doesn't know what he wants or is afraid to express it. I personally doubt Luigi's true passion lies in plumbing, from what we see here. It's a means to end.
Now, whether Luigi disavowed engineering due to finances, low self-esteem, family pressures, or if he just wasn't ready to declare who he was...we don't know (I would posit it's some tasty combination of all of the above). But I do feel like it's fair to say Luigi is along for the ride at this point. He loves his brother, is possibly a little too dependent on him. It's not like he's bitter about it (well, on the surface. The Mr. L persona raises some interesting questions) - he's just doing what Mario does because...that's what he's always done. Luigi hasn't found his true footing yet. (You can even look at the fact he carries the toolbag throughout the movie as a kind of metaphorical weight of Mario's interests and goals over his - which, I realize, for a Mario property, is a reeeeeaaaaal stretch. But since I'm overanalyzing three stills from an animated movie about video game plumbers, I might as well go for the gold).
The other aspect of Luigi's interest in fast cars, fast bikes, and fast rockets is how that contrasts with his reserved nature. Luigi is, supposedly, the scaredy cat, the one who won't take risks. And yet what we see fascinating him the most are chunks of metal being hurled through time and space at ridiculous speeds. Wish fulfillment? Or maybe another side of Luigi that even Mario doesn't always get to see.
We also see two ribbons pinned to the wall near the sciency/tech items. Most likely, this had to do with academic achievement I would bet good coins that these achievements were in STEM. Again, Luigi is showcasing this, meaning it's important to him.
In this context, him gravitating towards E. Gadd and his experiments is wholly in-character, despite Luigi's (understandable) anxiety about dealing with undead (but does he say no? Much like his rocket cars, there's a kind hidden recklessness to his character). Mr. L and his robot obsession (and skill) make perfect sense. Luigi's probably been looking for that kind of outlet for quite some time. I can pretty firmly state that the engineering aspect of Mr. L was not brainwashing and it makes you wonder if the other facets of Luigi's personality that rise to surface during that whole episode were planted or there already, just suppressed.
Cleanliness is Next to Godliness
Luigi is just a bit of a neat freak. We see this in the hat-cleaning episode referenced above, in the way his side of the room is somewhat meticulous in its organization (in contrast to his brother). He also has a few hilarious quotes in the original Luigi's Mansion that are worth including here that really highlight this side of his personality:
Now that I look at it-- it's full of moth holes! Yecch!"
"So much dust! This will never pass the white-glove test!"
"Well, they sure did pile odds and ends everywhere… Filthy."
"I should probably give that a quick vacuuming…"
"Oh, what's this?! Just how I like it… Nice and clean!"
"Do Boos wash their faces?"
And what I find interesting about this tendency toward order is how it relates to Luigi's anxiety. I would argue that part of his clean streak is an attempt at controlling his environment, a way to counter that ever-present anxiety. It also seems fitting for the engineer to be far more fastidious about things being just so. Yes, it's a bit of a stereotype - a trope, if you will - but one that might have some teeth in this situation. After all, if you're building race cars that go ridiculous miles per hour, there's no room for error. I think the contrast between the two brothers - Mario's outside world is consistently on the edge of chaos while Luigi's inside world is the one on the precipice - is fascinating.
Sports
Now, it's not like Luigi has zero athletic ability (despite his complaints). We see a tennis racket in his room and a dartboard. He helped Mario beat up Bowser with zero training montage. It's just that Luigi seems to gravitate towards athletic endeavors that require more pinpoint accuracy (not that baseball and football don't, but it's a little different in my mind) and that avoid almost all risk of physical collision. Again, those interests are not what we think of as "stereotypical" of the big hero. And Luigi is a hero, but in a very different way than his brother.
Camera
I don't have too much to say about this one, but I think it's delightful that Luigi owns and uses an old-school camera. We can actually see two black-and-white photos pinned to his wall in the concept art, showing us Luigi's more artistic side, which is kind of neat (and let's not forget the movie subs in an art mannequin for the mecha, which only strengthens this notion of art interest. Maybe he's into the notion cybernetics? It's possible). I suppose I could read into camera thing as an observer vs. participant dynamic (Luigi behind the lens observing while Mario is always in the action), but I wouldn't make an argument any more in-depth, and even that statement is a bit of a leap in a document chock-full of leaps.
Conclusion
If you're expecting a thesis out of this, I'm sorry to disappoint - I don't really have one. I suppose this whole rundown is more of a literature review than anything else, but what I do want to stress is what can be read from the objects in the room and their placement. I can't and won't pretend to know the intentions of the artists here. It's very possible there was far less thought put into the design and layout of these rooms than the long treatise I have just given over to it. This being said, because there is a fair amount of consistency between the concept art and the movie and because there is a fair amount of subtle character moments throughout the film (which have been broken down by other intrepid Tumblr friends), I might lean towards the notion that these design choices do have some degree of intent in subconsciously shaping how we, the viewer, read the brothers.
(And yeah, maybe I just wanted an excuse to pin more evidence onto my "Luigi wanted to be a mechanical engineer and is actually really skilled at robotics and other science" conspiracy thread bulletin board :D
#hello there#luigi#mario#meta#in which i overanalyze the hell out of a piece of media#and give myself an excuse to not only promote my luigi-engineer agenda#but also talk about baseball for a paragraph#hahahaha#self indulgent nonsense#smb movie#you guys asked for it
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People always get butthurt when I allude to DTS hate and it’s not hate of those who became fans from DTS.. honestly, WELCOME!! It’s hate to those who form MASSIVE opinions without watching an actual race ever or are arguing with stats when they’ve barely watched a full season (painfully common). I don’t care how you got into the sport, I’m glad you’re here, but don’t over compensate. I’ve been watching f1 for about 20 years (time I remember, I’m sure I watched it as an infant lol) and the amount of times I’ve found myself on Twitter with new fans trying to argue with me about stats and records is insane (they’re blatantly wrong, quick Google search shows it). I grew up in Pro Motorsport (won’t go further into that now but my father works for a literal rally race team ((not f1 obvi, feel free to ask questions but I will be careful))) and f1 was a staple in our family from day one. Sundays were reserved for f1 when we were all home, my mom always made a special breakfast (scrambled eggs, Pillsbury cinnamon rolls, buttered white toast ((a treat, always wheat breast during the week)) and bacon,) and my dad would wake me and my brother up no matter the time of the race (middle of the night races were our favorite because dad would bring home chicken wings and then let us stay up as late as we wanted lol, so we could watch live) they then let us sleep as long as we needed as long as all 4 of us had watched the race. My brother and I loved the SCREAM of the f1 cars (keep in mind this was 15 years ago so it was still V8s ((literally nothing compares to that, it’s magical, you feel it in your soul)), so our parents always saved up so we could go to at least quali in MTL, always GA but always amazing. I started going to those before Lewis was even in f1 but the second he touched f1 my family decided he was the one (my dad and brother have problems sticking with anyone not actively winning) but mom and I have stuck with Lewis. My parents have divorced and my brother and I are full grown adults but my dad still gets us together for f1 quali in MTL as tradition (even tho I will say quality for fans has gone down at least in MTL over the last few years). So don’t come into my anons arguing with me about stats and genuine facts… I grew up in mechanics, racing, and auto sport (yes they are different things) and I’ve been watching f1 my entire life… I mentioned my cousin getting into f1 through DTS and the anons came flooding. She is at least getting into it with knowledge behind her, she understands a lot more of the racing than so many of the absolute trolls out there do, she’s just enjoying fast cars and pretty men. ANYWAY…….
#lewis hamilton#lvis44#lh44#f1edit#f1#mercedes amg f1#f1 2023#lh#team lh44#mercedes#sir lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton blurb
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we had a breakdown over some Unwholesome slutty sid content yesterday so here’s some wholesome content from the athletic on sid
It was 2016 in Minnesota and an aggravated coach Mike Sullivan was searching for the captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins following a loss to the Wild. Sullivan needed to speak with Sidney Crosby and was walking briskly on the event level of Xcel Energy Center.
Then, he stopped in his tracks.
Around the corner outside of the Penguins’ locker room, Crosby, minus his jersey but otherwise still wearing his equipment, was sitting on the floor. Speaking with a child in a wheelchair, Crosby sat so that he could better make eye contact. He often does this. Sullivan executed a U-turn while his captain sat with the child for 20 minutes, a scene that unfolds countless times across North America every season.
Thousands upon thousands of people have flocked to arenas for decades to watch Crosby play hockey since was a boy. Crosby’s greater mission, though, has always been to comfort the sick and unlucky among us with an uncommon grace and thoughtfulness that is uniquely his own.
“There’s never been anyone like him before,” former Penguins general manager Jim Rutherford said. “And there will never be anyone like him after.”
The widely held belief that the world of professional sports doesn’t showcase any authentic role models is inaccurate so long as Sidney Patrick Crosby walks among us.
“You always hear that saying,” Bobby Orr said. “You know, that so and so is a better person than he is a player. Well, the great thing about Sid is, he’s one of the five greatest players in history. There’s no question about that. But he actually is a better person than he is a player. Now, think about that. I love him.”
On the ice, he is a living legend. The massive legs, the impenetrable ability to protect the puck, the greatest backhand ever, the cannon-like burst of speed through the neutral zone, the rare playmaking ability, the tenacity, the intelligence, the determination, the precociousness as a teenager, the longevity as a thirty-something and the ability to score goals on hockey’s biggest stage are all indelible trademarks of his greatness.
The mythology of Crosby off the ice, however, may be even more worthy of inclusion in the history books and it is very much rooted in reality. He’s not just an ambassador for hockey, but an ambassador of kindness.
“He was like that even as a little boy,” said Troy Crosby, his father. “He was getting so much attention when he was little, and then as he became a teenager. It could have gone to his head. He could have gotten a big ego. All Sidney ever cared about was taking care of other people.”
Crosby made his NHL debut on Oct. 5, 2005, in New Jersey. It was a zoo after the morning skate. Hockey was back after a year-long lockout, Crosby’s debut was being made in the New York area against Hall of Fame goaltender Martin Brodeur and it was Mario Lemieux’s 40th birthday. While he was the center of attention, Crosby, who had turned 18 two months earlier, wasn’t concerned about himself.
“He was giving these interviews and there were people everywhere” said Tom McMillan, the former Penguins’ vice president of communications. “But he noticed, in the hallway outside of the locker room, that his mom was being surrounded by reporters. He was worried about her. She was fine, but he was worried about her. So he comes up to me and says, ‘Hey, can you make sure my mom is OK?’ From the very beginning, he was worried about everyone but himself. He never changed.”
Including his salary and endorsements, Crosby has earned in the neighborhood of $200 million in his career. His father isn’t the only one who says Crosby hasn’t changed. His teammates agree. Team employees agree. Even living legends like Orr agree.
There is a simple explanation for this, Crosby insists.
“I don’t think money ever gives you the vehicle to treat anyone differently or to be disrespectful,” he said. “I get to do what I love to do and I’m very appreciative of that. I don’t take that for granted one bit, regardless of what my pay is. I get to do what I love. The least I can do is treat people well along the way.”
Crosby’s legend in the Penguins organization is such that his contributions to society draw biblical comparisons.
Literally.
“I always say that he’s like a child of God,” former Penguins broadcaster Paul Steigerwald said. “That’s how I’ve always seen him. He has a certain light in his eyes that I always notice. He’s a genuinely good soul. People often give credit to a person’s parents for raising a great kid. I totally get that and they did a great job. But I also see a natural soulfulness to Sid that is innate and not necessarily learned.”
Crosby is a role model, and he knows it. He embraces it.
“I’ve been around a while and I’ve met a lot of people,” Rutherford said. “I’ve never met anyone like him. He only does things for the right reasons. And he cares about people so very much. Other players of his stature don’t always act like this. But he’s different. And you see it most when it comes to the way he treats children.”
The Penguins are the NHL’s oldest team, thus, many players have children. During the Stanley Cup years in 2016 and 2017, it was commonplace for Matt Cullen’s children to be hanging on Crosby after playoff wins, as they would naturally gravitate to the best player in the world who just happened to be the nicest guy in the room.
Crosby, in fact, has been known to have spirited mini-sticks games with Nikita Malkin. And yet, his treatment of children isn’t confined to the children of his teammates.
One story lives in Crosby lore.
It was Jan. 11, 2014. The Penguins had just won in Calgary, 2-1, in the weeks leading up to the 2014 Olympics in Sochi. After the game, the Penguins departed to their bus on a frigid Alberta evening.
While sitting on the bus, Crosby noticed a handful of teenagers standing behind a fence, which was located on a steep hill beside the Saddledome. They were chanting Crosby’s name and had signs wishing him well in the Olympics.
Upon seeing this, Crosby, dress shoes and all, sprinted up the steep, icy hill. He not only signed all of their jerseys but talked hockey with them for a few minutes before slowly coasting back down the hill.
“I’ll never forget seeing that,” Steigerwald said. “Who else does that?”
Not many people would do such a thing, it can be presumed. But Rutherford saw it every day while he was the general manager of the Penguins.
“The way he treats children is the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen in my career,” Rutherford said. “When you see those groups of people who want autographs, you have to be careful. A lot of those groups have people that are there every day and looking to sell autographs. But I’ll tell you this about Sid: Never, not one time, has he ever passed by a child who wanted an autograph. No child is ever left behind. I’ve seen him sign autographs and then get on the team bus. Then, he sees a kid pop up who didn’t get his autograph signed. So, he always gets off the bus and makes sure the kid has an autograph and a picture with him. He understands the effect he has on people, but he’s the farthest thing from arrogant you could possibly imagine.”
Crosby is a regular at the UMPC Pittsburgh Children’s Hospital. While the Penguins do occasionally orchestrate team visits that Crosby naturally takes part in, he’s a regular at the hospital. He does so on his own time.
No cameras. No reporters. No attention.
“I’ll be honest with you,” Troy Crosby said. “That’s the way he wants it. It means a lot to him to spend time with kids, just him and the kids. He doesn’t want people knowing about it and he goes to lengths to keep it that way.”
Crosby seems miffed when others are blown away by his character. To him, to be polite, generous and thoughtful is simply natural.
“Treating people the right way has always been important to me,” Crosby said. “Whether it’s your teammates, people you see at the rink, fans, kids, whatever. You’re supposed to be good to people in life. You’re supposed to be respectful. So, that’s what I try to do every day. It’s always been a very important thing to me.”
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