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Faded   -   /ˈfeɪdɪd/   adjective.    something that has lost its original color, brightness, or intensity, often appearing washed-out, pale, or worn with age

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fire theme 😳 we da real maxiel yuri allegations !

when they in a maxiel yuri duo competition and their ops are cai and jia 🤤 (check our new matching theme NOW !!!)

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i love your fics 😛😛🤤😘💗😝😝😝

hello!?!?!? thank you so much!!! so happy people love my fics enough ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

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ignore the other prompt i sent, um,,,

teammates and neighbors trope with max verstappen around 2024 redbull era??

this is like the best stupidest fic ive ever written it was SO fun,, i had numerous ideas about what would happen but i was honestly too lazy to write reader n max making out

thank you for requesting !!! love u all

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𖥻 MV3 : neighboring cats

Being neighbors with max while participating in one of the most unfortunate seasons for a second seat red bull driver has to be a curse put upon the faiths for a reason only god knows.

2024 has been nothing but second best—and it would be a complete underestimate to say your growing grudge for being seen as a backup plan could be more or less making you pivot on dropping the sport mid-season.

Everyday you find yourself in a continuous ill-fated custom of waking up at dawn just to see a face ruining every chance you get for a win. Surely moving out would save you the rationality you crave for, but Monaco is a small city, and who would think of moving to another country while having so much on their plate?

Max noticed every small mishap. Every dart of your eye when he decides to make contact, a wave of his hand to you gets a glare that he was certain was for him, you barely go out of your own abode and that's saying something for a man who spends half a day on a racing sim.

Catching the sound of your threshold creaking open just to see your silhouette already speed walking down the stairs told him everything he needed.

He's tried to talk to you once. Safe to say it was met in you opening the door—hair a mess, clearly just getting out of bed, the remains of sleep he'd want to kiss away—then a harsh sound of the door clicking shut right in his face. What the fuck?

In your words, you rightfully have every reason to act this way. The note max left that seemed like he slipped it through the small opening of the door, writing about how you can visit his flat anytime to meet the new cats may or may not have almost broken your streak.

The hallway for the complex was quite, considering it was well past 12 in the morning. Each fumble of your hand in your pocket made you wince from how much rustling you created in the deafening absence of noise, trying to balance a paper bag full of groceries on one arm, one leg bent up, and one feet balancing you wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish sleep deprived.

"You're ignoring me"

"Max!" You hissed in a whisper, watching as your keycard thudded against the ground. A sudden voice behind you was the least of your expectation, especially not his. "It's past 12 what the fuck are you doing still up—"

Max looked completely unbothered. Reaching down enough to grab the fallen card, hovering the plastic against the automated sensor, with an expectant beep and he's shoving the door open wide enough to drag you and himself in. "I'm on the sim a lot, thought that was evident enough." There was that awful pause before he locked gazes again. "So you are ignoring me."

"What are you—no? No, I'm not." It was defensive, too much so the quirk of max's eyebrow only made the pounding in your ears worse. The bag of groceries laid unattended the second you left the kitchenette, key card how haphazardly dropped at the mini table next to the couches. "You cant be this bothered by it."

"You only greet me after races and act like I'm carrying around some sort of STD when we're here, like we're awkward neighbors."

"Okay, can you not word it like you have some sort of sexual disease I need to worry about now."

"Point is," He took a step closer, an effect of trying to prove a point, chest brushing against yours, head tilting down enough to feel the heat of you radiating against his. "I think you're mad I'm winning."

"That's an understatement considering 2023—"

"You and your excuses." The brush of lips against yours when he spoke was barely a kiss, shy of being one, but it was enough to make you stop talking for once. "Do you want to meet my cats or not?"

This night was the most feeble-minded one ever. Finding yourself laying on max's bed, Sassy laying perfectly content on your stomach, purring her heart away as your nails happily scratched the back of her ear. Max next to you rubbing Jimmy's paw while the cat scowled trying to pull away, the new cat—Donatello, he says—between the two of you fast asleep.

"I still don't like you."

"Yeah, thanks."

"This is why lando's catching up on you—" The kiss landed hard on your lips, enough to make you jolt from surprise, Sassy's own little personal bubble with you breaking trying to swat max away.

"You need to learn how to shut up, really."

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i will do requests soon i promise to god im just still trying to heal from suzuka (no promises i would do them all!!)

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𖥻 LN4 : big hands

Lando's hands are immensely large for a guy like him.

Slender, tan, slightly calloused from gripping rough gloves for more than half of his life, and a palm you've convinced yourself could hold multiple things if he tried to grip onto things with purpose. Of course you'd force him to hold all the stuff you couldn't.

Seeing them on screens didn't give them justice from how unexpectedly vast the were in size. Surely those comparison videos with his teammate were exaggerations.

Maybe not. Maybe you've become too hyper aware of the size difference when your boyfriend gets his hands on you.

Lando absolutely loves exploiting the fact you start to short circuit the moment he realized the effect this had on you.

Hugs that end up in one of his hands cradling the back of your head leaves a warm imprint of his palm pressing against your skull, big enough to fully hold you in place while he guided you to burry your face at the crook of his neck.

Squeezing your waist makes your head spin every time. Looking down seeing his fingertips almost touch, hand covering a good portion of your abdomen, the heat a welcome feeling more than you'd like to admit.

Around your wrist, thigh, holding the small of your back—it was always a constant reminder.

Race break has been languid all week. Being cooped up in Lando's flat isn't something new, most definitely not when you're manic on the way his hands were busy making another cup of coffee.

"You're staring."

"Can't help it."

"Surely you can."

"You'd want me to look away?"

Silence. He knew you knew the answer. He shuffled through the slight mess on the floor, carefully handing you one mug, placing his down onto a drink tray. You've barely taken one sip before he's already pulling it away from your lips, placing it beside his own cup.

Things were a blur of sudden movement. Hand cupping your cheek, free hand around your ankle just to tug you closer at the edge of the couch, sly jerk of his lips when he elicited a squeak out of you. Lando pressed his chest against yours, chin on your shoulder, palm mapping out every square inch of your body.

Tracing your spine, collarbone, from the torso of your body to the curve of your hip, and he still has the audacity to hum an innocent tune into your ear while knowing how much your skin burned under his touch.

Pressing the pad of thumb on your inner thigh was the last thing you remember before he pulled away like nothing happened. Flicking his wrist at the TV remote that settled against the coffee table while he grinned all teeth seeing you blink, dazed from the spark of the moment still lingering.

"Fun?"

"Lando I'm going to kill you."

The unapologetic kiss landed on your cheek firmly, but you'd take it anyways.

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𖥻 GR63 : celebratory kiss

George cant stop thinking what his teammates lips would feel like.

It's weird. The thought only started accumulating when he finally saw you consistently stand up those podiums with him. Lips meeting the exterior of a brass, metal, gold—whatever material the trophy held.

And every time—every single time you did, you kissed it so softly, so gently like it's the most precious thing in the world.

George really does wonder if you'd do that to him too.

Much worse when he's mindlessly scrolling through his social media apps, and there it is staring right back at him like a taunt. A close up picture of you evidently puckering your lips just enough to press them against your newly acquired trophy.

"Mate." Alex scoffed, looking over to see why George's thumb suddenly stopped moving like it suddenly spasmed. Eyes rolling in exasperation as he reached out just enough to scroll past that picture. George really has to thank Alex for saving him the embarrassment.

Each podium, each win, each picture. It feels like youre just purposely trying to tease him when he's clearly just too deep into his thoughts about feeling your lips. Would you kiss back? Would you be gentle? Soft, chapped, bitten? God, he needs to stop.

Admittedly, he just probably needs to stop over analyzing or noticing you performing it for the sake of him getting full control of his internal shame back. He usually isn't this transfixed with other peoples celebratory trophy kisses, he does them too, yet he can't help but become bewitched with yours.

The Azerbaijan grand prix ended in a Mercedes podium lock down. Him in a win, you P2. With an exceptionally rough qualifying sessions for you, it was even a miracle you ended up in the podiums.

But that wasn't George's concern, not when you held the trophy to your side, face turning enough to press that traditional kiss to the metal.

And oh, is that a chap stick stain? George marvels what it tastes like.

His own personal drivers room was a finality break to the absolute heat outside the closed space, and you being there for 'teammate bonding' reasons just made him more expectant than he should.

You sat on the couch, eyes tracing every pacing movement George did around the confinement, each stretch of his arms showing skin below his undershirt, fireproofs still pooled around his waist.

"Do you kiss others like you kiss your trophies?" Zero shame to his voice. It was steady, confident like he was just asking what you had for breakfast this morning. Well, it's his way of masking his nervous tendencies which you—hopefully—didn't notice.

"Like, people?"

"Obviously. I reckon I wouldn't worry about other inanimate objects like that."

You shrugged, indiffirent, casual. This wasn't the first time youve both asked eachother out of pocket question on random air. "Probably. Why?"

"Just curious."

"Do you want to test it?" It wasn't a mere suggestion, not with how you sprawled yourself deeper on his couch, maybe to get closer to the conditioning, but he doubts it's the latter. A barely visible tug at the corner of your lips.

Pardon?

Ah, fuck it.

He didn't answer, not verbally. He stood on his knees between your parted legs. Hand around your nape pulling you down enough. Something in his chest burned the second he felt your lips finally press on his, he should really have some ignominy in the situation, maybe he was asking too much for what he was bargaining for.

Every thought at the back of his mind drifted elsewhere the second you made a small sound caught in your throat, lips pressing more deliberately like you were trying to get more of him.

Each of his very significant theory was right. Your lips were soft, you kissed him gently, kissing him back with definite purpose to get closer.

George can confirm your lips do taste like cherry.

Not like anyone would care, not like he'd let anyone get a taste.

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doomed brocedes inspo fic with extra slowburn

you wont believe who got a doomed fic idea up their ass

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requests are back pls give me ideas im so stumped (rules here !!)

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𖥻 MV3, KA12, OP81, GR63, CL16, LH44 : big spoon little spoon

mv3

Big spoon, and only for the sole reason he could keep his hands under your top and press them against your chest when things get too cold in the bedroom.

He dubs you as his personal heater, especially when the both of you are pressed too tightly together. You had to force him off you when he starts to pull you so suffocatingly close you couldn't properly breath through your sleep.

Other than digging his hands under your shirt because he starts shivering in the evening, just holding you for himself after a heavy work day gets him more relaxed than any type of verbality could present. Doesn't mind little spooning when you feel like it, but it definitely isn't his favorite.

ka12

Both, little spoon leaning. Biggest whiny boyfriend when you don't get into bed with him at the same time, what more when it came to nightly cuddling.

Enjoys it when your hands wrap around his neck, intertwines your fingers together before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Little spoon gives him more room to move around in his sleep while making sure he's still close to you.

Honestly loves big spooning, just says its too much work to stay still throughout the night to not wake you up from his constant sleepy shifting—perhaps waking you up with neck kisses while still in your arms is his go to than being faced with the back of your head.

op81

Big spoon, obviously. Does not and will never beat big Australian koala allegations, he clings onto you like a lifeline.

Arms around your torso, heavy legs caging you by enclosing around your hips, face buried at the crook of your neck—it was heaven. Just cross out the fact waking up to a sweaty back and Oscar isn't the most hygienic wake-up call.

Honestly wouldn't complain being little spoon, though at some point, and with enough shifting through the night he somehow just ends up being the one hugging your back—so you both just settled on the big spoon thing.

gr63

Both, big spoon leaning. Can not keep his hands to himself.

Loves to roam them around your body while rambling before bed, it was a tradition by this point in your relationship. Zero remorse where they end up in the night; resting between your inner thighs, on your waist, under your arms—it didn't matter as long as there was skin on skin contact with his palm.

Also enjoys little spooning just because he likes the way your softer chest presses against his back, but he'd rather have his hands reach out for you instead.

cl16

Small spoon, surprisingly. You honestly thought with a very masculine guy and face like Charles' he'd be dominating the bed with being the "bigger" one.

To your utter satisfaction he was the one crawling into your arms. Very big fetus position guy, can't help but hum in fulfillment when you're already settling behind him.

Loves feeling you breath in against the crown of his head, loves how your hands map out his stomach to his chest, loves waking up in the morning with his face buried against your chest.

lh44

Both, the most versatile one when it comes to your preference for the night.

If you want to feel safe he's already pulling you down into his arms, letting you curl yourself in while murmuring reassurance on your temple. When you want to show your love for him more he'd happily let you wrap your arms around his waist to pull him closer.

Doesn't mind at the end, as long as you'd feel loved the most; albeit—maybe he just wouldn't admit both situations ends with your legs wrapping around him next morning while his hands touch the smooth expanse of your thighs gets him giddy for the day.

a/n : big fat question mark plastered on my forehead

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can u write a drabble or a oneshot of kimj REFUSING to do his homework unless reader is there with him????

(ps love ur writing btw its js chefs kiss)

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i need more people writing about kimi neglecting his school work (tysm bb >< !! )

read here!! ty for being patient

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𖥻 KA12 : homework

Kimi would rather fail every single one of his classes then do homework for the rest of his life, well, unless you're there.

His parents never found a way for him to take his school works seriously. He still does them but it was completely out of his own free will.

He doesn't want to waste his parents money funding his education—that—he admits costs way too much, so he had to do them either way. But if he really really had the choice to—he'd opt for not having to solve another integral ever, on a school night especially.

He was the biggest procrastinator anyone could witness, and he genuinely believes nothing will change that.

Except his girlfriend.

The only way you got him to finish his responsibilities early on without Kimi trying to throw another tantrum about how 'homework is an absolute waste of time' is you'd have to quite literally be there with him—preferably physically, but if you didn't have a choice, he'd definitely go on call with you.

It was a nightly routine at this point. You'd ask him if he has homework. He responds with either a yes or no.

When he does have them he's already sending another message about picking you up from your house.

In rare occasions he'd just invite himself in without asking. You'd opening your front door and Kimi is already standing there with his homework in hand, a stupid grin of his face as he steps inside without waiting for your approval.

Not that you were complaining. It's a good quality time while balancing both your university life. Studying together is good company, and ending up tangled in each others arms for rest was something you'd have on the daily.

"I don't want to do this anymoreee." Kimi whined, the last letters dragging out for extra dramatic antics. The sound of his pen hitting his desk made you turn to him, frustration radiating out of Kimi beside you.

You'd honestly help him with his own work if it wasn't for the fact you were both pursuing completely different degrees.

"Do you want a kiss?"

"How is that going to help me work?"

You shrugged, already leaning in. The kiss was just a soft press of lips, the contact only lasting a few heartbeats before you started leaning away again. focus shifting back to your won work. Kimi on blinked, stunned by the suddenness of it—he wouldn't acknowladge how his body warmed up, that small spark of motivation coming back as he picked up his pen.

Other times this solution may be more of a pain in the ass than you'd admit loudly.

it was way too late.

too late at night to hear your phone buzzing, too late for you to be groaning while trying to fumble with the call button, too late to look at the hotel clock glowing the numbers 2: 43 am neon red and blinking.

"Hello?" You groaned out. Hand trying to smoothen the tussle on you hair from moving around so much while sleeping. Kimi's voice muffled through the line, inaudible but he was definitely present. your mind was too fuzzy for you to try and figure out what he was doing behind the phone.

"Domani devo consegnare i compiti!"

"Kimi—"

"Ho dimenticato!" He shuffled around his own room, ducking to look under his deask for a pen and paper, his shoulder up trying to balance his phone to be able to still hear you.

"Kimi I'm at the other side of the world." You inhaled sharply, index and thumb finger pinching the bridge of your nose. "I told you to finish them before i was out the country with my family"

You could feel him pouting without even seeing it for yourself. Your phone continued to emit Kimi's own Italian curses, text books hitting what you assumed was his desk, chair wheel roling back before the squeak of his chair as kimi sat.

You didn't even know what made you finally stand up, propping the phone on the hotel desk just beside you. Your phone finally lit up with Kimi's face too close to his own camera, maybe adjusting his video settings, maybe looking for something—you didn't bother to know.

Then you sat here watching. Chin propped at the palm of your hand, your own camera was on even when it barely showed your face from how dark it was.

It stayed like that for—thirty minutes at best. Kimi enveloped in his own world of homework paper, you tracking down every movement he made while talking to him without expecting much of an answer.

Kimi believes he's hit prize pool when it came to a patient and pretty girlfriend.

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another seb vettel please 🙏🥹

ask for stupid bunny man and u shall receive i loved writing this so mach he is so bunny, this is the most tooth rotting fluff ive ever written

im so sorry this took so long i literally just finished finals yesterday,,, thank you for being patient !!

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𖥻 SV5 : bunny

Your boyfriend reminds you of bunnies so much it's uncanny.

That was the first thought that came through your head when you caught sight of him for the first time, a physical punch on the gut at the chest aching realization. His prominent bunny teeth, how his nose twitches when he gets a whiff of something potent, soft hair that reminds you too much of a bunny's. You swear at some point he would've grown bunny ears one day and no would notice but him.

His personality is what bunches your theory up tighter. He was always so shy and cautious around you when you both were trying to get a feel of your relationship. Constantly asking or distancing himself when he thought he's gotten too much for you.

"Is this okay?" Seb pouts, thumb brushing against your knuckles hoping it'd sooth your nerves down.

"I'll give you space." He murmurs through the crown of your head, pulling you closer in his embrace when he felt you shake your head in protest.

He's still shy in some cases, but now he's more adventurous and energetic as ever.

It doesn't help that he feeds into this idea more and more every time something bunny like pops up around you. Sending him pictures of stuffed bunnies you see at the mall, following it up with 'its you!' Buying you anything that has the slightest bunny theme to them since he knew how much you'd just fawn over the thing because you recognized it as him.

And his most favorite part is how you call him bunny without second thought, conversations throughout the day never seem to end without one. Baby, schatz, darling, they were definetly enjoyable—but he always knew one endearment better than the last.

Your room smelled faintly of your own perfume mingling with Sebastian's natural scent you couldn't quite pinpoint what it reminded you of, musky, maybe something more floral. Your bed scattered with stuffed bunnies laid snug on the foot of the bed, a small inanimate audience to the scene that was playing out.

Neither of you knew how the conversation drifted from paying the flat bills to getting a bunny.

"They said a mini lop is a good breed." You murmured quietly. Both hands busy running through Seb's hair in repeated motions. The bed dipping again when he shifted you to balance better on his lap, the rustling of sheets was loud in response to the movement in the placid room. Index finger creating small idle patterns without any definite motive against the surface of your thigh.

"Mini lop?" He repeated, chin tilting up to get a better angle of your fingers against his scalp where he wants your nails scratching the most, leaning into you ever so often. "I thought you wanted a Netherland dwarf."

You hummed in thought, fingers effectively scratching the back of his head near his ear, a small grin playing on your lips hearing Seb let out a sigh of contentment. "They said they're really skittish, like you, bunny." You teased effectively, sebs eyes opening ujst to glare at you playfully. "I don't want to deal with a Seb two-point-o."

"Isn't that the reason were getting one?"

"No…"

Sebastian only huffed out a laugh, an airy chuckle from your denial, only making you frown deeper. "Don't laugh." Your hand was still tangled in his hair, tugging on the blond strands in retaliation. He yelped out dramatically from the barely-there sting against his skin, face softening while looking up at you.

Beady blue eyes, pupils dilating catching how your features smoothened against the light of the bedside lamp, his own face growing into a love-drunk fool, nose twitching once, bunny teeth showing through as his smile grew.

"Bunny."

"Hm?"

Capturing his lips into a chaste kiss, innocent, unforgettable in the moment. Pulling away as quickly as it came, and Seb never stopped looking at you with stars in his eyes.

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kimi win ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

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hi! can you do for lando where both are inexperienced but also confident and matured? maybe lando x masters student?

icl this request confused me a little but had fun writing it either way !!

read here thank you for trusting me!!