#records0n

[gridloved]

‘   it’s  going  to  be  a  long  weekend  for  you  folks  -  no  streams  until  monday,  i'm  heading  to  the  british  grand  prix  all  thanks  to  all  your  donations.  but  don't  worry,  if  you're  looking  for  something  to  keep  you  company  you  can  always  buy  one  of  my  video  packs  to  keep  me  going  if  you  think  you'll  miss  me  too  much.   ' samuel  appeared  on  his  stream  in  the  usual  state,  no  shirt,  replica  helmet  of  mitch  warren  concealing  his  features,  only  his  blue  eyes  peering  out  from  the  raised  visor  that  kept  the  world  from  knowing  who  he  really  was.  not  that  anyone  would  care  -  he  wasn't  anyone  big  or  famous,  but  the  helmet  had  been  part  of  his  identity  from  the  moment  he  started  up  his  account.  he  was  a  big  fan  of  f1,  didn't  miss  a  race,  didn't  miss  a  highlight,  and  if  anyone  asked  him  who  his  favourite  driver  was  -  well  it  was  very  obvious. ‘   do  i  hope  i’ll  meet  mitch  ??   oh,  the  things  i'd  do  to  that  man,   ‘   he  responded  to  the  question  posted  in  the  stream.  his  cocky  tone  never  changed,  and  if  anyone  could  see  under  the  helmet  they’d  find  him  licking  his  lips  at  the  very  idea.  but  that  was  all  it  was,  an  idea,  a  daydream,  nothing  more  than  that,  but  his  ‘fans’  played  up  their  part. on  one  of  his  request  shows  the  drivers  name  had  even  swept  from  his  lips  as  he  released  over  the  life  size  cardboard  cutout  he'd  been  gifted.  it  wasn't  like  he  needed  to  have  any  shame.

the  night  continued  like  his  usual  wednesday  night  streams  did,  no  requests,  just  some  dirty  talk  until  samuel  was  ready  for  the  main  event,  tonight  it  was  fucking  himself  against  a  red  bull  branded  dildo…don't  even  ask  how  he  got  it.  but  once  he  was  done,  panting  audibly  from  inside  his  helmet  he  wished  everyone  a  good  sleep  and  promptly  left  the  room  that  he  reserved  solely  for  his  job  and  finished  packing  up  for  his  trip  from  germany  to  england. thursday  media  day,  and  samuel  was  already  there  waiting,  blonde  curls  shining  on  his  head,  no  risk  or  worries  that  anyone  would  know  who  he  was.  but  the  helmet  was  in  hand,  waiting,  hoping,  and  the  moment  he  set  his  eyes  on  mitch  they  sparkled  in  the  rare  british  sunshine. ‘   sign  my  helmet  ?!   ’   he  joined  with  a  chorus  of  other  fans,  hoping  for  a  rare  moment  with  their  favourite  driver,  even  if  it  wasn't  likely  to  be  long,  or  last.

[gridloved]

❝ we’re not done until i’ve broken you in all the right ways. ❞ ( mitch & samuel )

samuel's  breath  hitched  at  the  dominating  tone,  he  was  a  brat  at  the  best  of  times  when  it  came  to  mitch,  sometimes  he  didn't  really  know  why  until  they  came  to  be  alone  and  he  became  the  target  of  all  that  pent  up  feeling  that  the  other  had.  he  thrived  off  it  -  though  he'd  never  admit  to  it,  being  put  in  his  place  by  the  other,  biting  back  only  to  get  pushed  deeper  down  in  ways  mitch  never  would  publicly,  it  was  something  he  lived  for. already  he  was  left  panting,  the  remnants  of  his  climax  etched  into  the  bedsheets,  still  enjoying  the  waves  of  pleasure  when  mitch  announced  that  they  were  far  from  done.  it  earned  a  whimper  no  one  ever  heard  from  his  lips  other  than  his  teammate,  but  in  his  blissful  state  he  was  happy  to  present  himself,  happy  to  conceed  to  whatever  mitch's  demands  were.

‘   you  can  try  .  .  .   ’   samuel  replied,  though  the  bite  was  lost  to  his  tone,  sounding  more  airy  and  lost  in  the  moment  than  anything.   ‘   .  .  .  i  don’t  break  easily.   ' as  if  to  make  a  point  -  even  if  it  was  a  weak  one,  he  leant  up  and  took  mitch's  lower  lip  between  his  teeth,  nipping  at  it  sharply,  sealed  with  a  smile  that  was  very  far  removed  from  the  smirk  he  would  happy  give  on  track.

[gridloved]

"happy birthday my love." (Lawrence & noah)

noah's  smile  was  one  reserved  purely  for  lawrence  -  a  smile  that  spread  over  his  lips  the  very  second  he  saw  who  exactly  was  calling  him.  he  wished  they  could  be  together  in  person  and  not  spread  across  europe,  but  the  small  sentiment  of  even  a  phone  call  where  once  there  would  have  been  silence  made  his  heart  leap  in  his  chest. a  year  had  changed  a  lot,  and  noah  found  happiness  again.  the  year  prior  he'd  spent  his  birthday  alone  in  a  hotel  room,  and  this  year  -  while  yes,  alone  in  a  hotel  room,  his  heart  was  very  full.

‘   thank  you,  it  feels  good  to  hear  your  voice,   ’   noah  hummed  back,  lying  back  onto  his  bed  with  an  ever  widening  smile.   ‘   congratulations  on  your  qualifying,  i  was  watching  as  usual,  and  you  were  breathtaking  out  there.   ’ when  wasn't  lawrence  breathtaking  ??   he  wished  they  could  be  together  in  person,  even  though  it  had  only  been  a  short  amount  of  time  since  they  were  last  together,  he  still  missed  the  sweetness  of  lawrence's  lips,  the  warmth  of  his  arms.  at  least  he  had  the  sound  of  his  voice. ‘   any  plans  with  the  team  ??   or  do  i  get  you  to  myself  .  .  .   ’   there  was  a  light  suggestive  nature  to  his  words  that  had  his  cheeks  lighting  up  in  shades  of  pink  even  if  the  words  and  thoughts  were  his  own.

[gridloved]

it  was  supposed  to  be  just  another  media  day  for  the  team,  a  trip  out  with  andres  to  the  karting  track  where  they  first  met;  or  at  least  where  their  friendship  first  began.  a  place  with  a  thousand  memories  that  james  played  back  in  his  mind  over  and  over  again  with  fondness,  because  it  was  an  end  to  the  eternal  loneliness  he  had  been  so  used  to  as  a  child.  andres  didn't  make  comments  about  him,  or  try  to  drag  him  down  like  his  peers,  he  was  just  there,  solid,  and  always  at  his  side  no  matter  where  they  ended  up. being  back  there  now  with  their  respective  teams,  cameras  at  the  ready  to  capture  something  that  would  fill  the  time  between  qualifying  and  the  race  felt  like  something  they  once  could  have  only  dreamed  of,  and  back  then  they  never  would  have  known  just  how  close  they  would  really  become.  james  couldn't  even  put  his  finger  on  how  they  began,  they  just  gravitated  toward  one  another  naturally,  sharing  hotel  rooms,  james  often  sneaking  himself  into  andres'  bed  so  their  bodies  could  tangle  together  -  yet  all  the  same  it  had  remained  a  secret,  even  from  their  friends  until  the  year  prior  when  james  finally  found  the  courage  to  tell  them. but  in  barcelona  he  couldn't  find  the  courage  to  ask  the  question  that  had  been  burning  away  inside  him.  he  wanted  a  forever,  he  wanted  the  stereotypical  marriage,  rings,  the  whole  thing,  he'd  even  been  so  prepared,  pulled  out  every  stop  he  could  have,  and  yet  when  the  moment  came  .  .  .  it  swiftly  passed  and  left  a  hollow  feeling  inside  him.  after  all  this  time,  how  could  he  still  be  so  afraid,  why  couldn't  it  have  just  been  perfect  and  to  plan  ?? nothing  changed  between  them  during  the  time,  he  made  extra  effort  to  ensure  that  nothing  would  be  revealed,  that  andres  would  be  none  the  wiser  even  if  the  ring  weighed  heavily  in  his  pocket  still  now  as  they  moved  around  the  track  recounting  memories  of  the  past. the  uk  weather  -  as  expected  -  had  other  ideas,  half  the  filming  done  and  then  the  heavens  opened  above  them,  and  chaos  ensued  to  protect  cameras,  people  diving  into  the  cars  while  the  two  drivers  stood  there  watching.  it  made  james  laugh  as  the  rain  soaked  his  race  suit,  hair  sticking  to  his  head  in  their  curls  that  were  freed  from  the  product  that  had  been  shoved  into  it  to  keep  it  in  place  for  the  filming  duration.  they  were  used  to  it,  changeable  weather,  being  drenched  by  the  rain,  and  with  everyone  else  finding  shelter  it  almost  was  like  going  back  in  time.

looking  at  andres  in  that  moment  he  couldn't  help  but  just  appreciate  him,  appreciate  how  patient  andres  had  been  with  him,  how  far  they  had  come  together  .  .  .  and  all  at  once  every  fiber  of  him  became  overwhelmed  with  the  love  that  he  felt. reaching  out  he  took  andres'  hand  without  even  a  glance  to  whether  anyone  from  their  teams  were  watching,  lacing  their  fingers  together  gently,  his  thumb  stroking  the  back  of  his  hand,  wiping  away  the  droplets  of  rain  from  the  back  of  it.  not  even  the  sound  of  someone  calling  to  see  if  they  needed  an  umbrella  stirred  him,  he  was  simply  entranced  by  his  boyfriend,  how  beautiful  he  looked  stood  there,  even  while  getting  soggy  as  the  rain  heavied  above  them. ‘   i  love  you,   ‘   james  whispered,  his  smile  softening.   ’   i  love  you  so  much.   ' sinking  down  to  his  knee  there  wasn't  a  single  thought  spared  for  the  puddle  he'd  just  knelt  into,  hand  diving  into  his  suit  to  retrieve  the  wooden  box  he'd  been  keeping  on  him,  abandoning  andres'  hand  to  pop  the  small  box  open,  offering  it  out  toward  his  boyfriend. ‘   i  will  always  love  you,  it  has  always,  and  will  always  be  you.  i  can’t  imagine  spending  every  day  with  anyone  else.  waking  up  with  you,  watching  you  race,  getting  to  spend  the  very  worst  and  the  very  best  of  times  by  your  side.  that's  all  i  can  dream  of,  that's  all  i  can  think  of,   ‘   james  continued  while  looking  up  at  him.   ’   andres,  will  you  marry  me  ??   '

[corpatrem]

" happy father's day, ted" (from rebecca)

A WIDE GRIN ENCOMPASSES HIS FACE as Ted turns around from the stove, a bright yellow apron around his neck as he is whipping up an absolute storm in the kitchen. Stacks of egg and bacon already line the plates and he's working on a batch of pancakes.

"Aw, well, gee, Rebecca, I appreciate that, I do!" He does a flip as the pancake goes flying and then neatly turns to the other side. Ted throws her a wink, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to the side of her cheek. "Hope you're hungry, there's more where all this came from!" a pause, as he practically giggles, " -- No, no, not just for us; I invited the boys over, yeah? Anyone that needed a good old father's day breakfast..." He gestures to his spread, "-- is welcome."

[corpatrem]

IT IS FAR MORE DIFFICULT TO GET INTO THE SWING OF THINGS. At least... it is more frustrating since Steve has always expected more from himself. Super-Soldier body or not, after being asleep for the better part of seventy years, the idea of giving himself grace seems a bit too much to ask for.

He trains as if there is still another war to prepare for. He trains as if there is still a war going on. He's missed out on too much. He's missed out on a life that he had always wanted. Steve has always fought for his country, and his body just hasn't quite caught up to his brain. Runs along the park until he comes to an abrupt stop because Peggy is casually sitting on the bench, casually reading a book with that familiar smile on her face as Steve tilts his head, hands on his hips as he takes a breath. Every day for the two weeks. 5 AM, miles after miles.

" -- You figured out my route?" It's not as if he changes it very often, and he is quite a man of habit. Still, there's a smile of relief ( there always is! ) when he sees @records0n. As if he's seeing her for the first time all over again. "---I could go for some breakfast." He tells her with a smile as he holds out a hand.

[corpatrem]

hands off, or i'll have to tie them down. (steve & peggy)

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1.  from here.

HE IS USED TO BEING GIVEN ORDERS. But it's been a long time and really, quite overdue that he's gotten to be able to feel Peggy in any sort of way. Maybe he's a little too eager, him and his hands intoxicated by the simple pleasure that was the warmth of her curvy, smooth skin. It's not like he hasn't had somebody... ( he hasn't. it had only ever been Peggy, but everyone knew how that story had gone before he'd gone under ice ).

But Steve, he's a little shy in this department, eager to please however, and when he hears her voice cut through coy but stern, he pauses, swallowing, a shiver of anticipation rolling down his spine.

"I -... -- I can't touch you?" Steve asks, eyes dark as his lips press a soft kiss against her jawline. Another again against the curve of her neck. "I didn't think rank carried across to...this."

[corpatrem]

[ SURPRISE ] sender gets nudes from receiver while at an event together. ( ted & rebecca )

↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1. from here.

IT FILLS HIM WITH A LOT OF BIT OF HAPPY when he sees people genuinely having a good time. He of course is always the gracious host ( even if he isn’t the one hosting the party… ) and Ted will make his rounds, telling jokes, having easy conversations, and generally trying to find a solid alcoholic beverage that wasn’t already half opened.

He isn’t entirely sure where Rebecca had gone of to, and Ted finds himself missing her presence as he intervenes between Roy and Jamie about a silly dispute that would have probably ended with Roy just about knocking Jamie’s head clean off. Just off finishing being the referee, there’s a buzz from his phone and Ted pulls it out, half distracted by all the noise as he swipes and his eyes settle on the photo that had come through… and then immediately looks around, face flushing as he presses the phone to him just in case anybody else was near him with prying eyes.

Another vibration against his chest and Ted manages to find himself in a corner that’s a little more private before he pulls out his phone to fully settle into the realization of what’s come through.

“Whoo, boy.” He murmurs, expelling a breath of air as he finds himself just staring for longer than was gentlemanly… ( even if she had sent it to him )

[ sms // boss lady ] I was wondering where you had gone of to…

[ sms // boss lady ] is this a request or a hint for us to go home?

[ sms // boss lady ] — because I’m thinkin’ I could do either.