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he is trying not to sulk, really. oliver is not a patient person by nature, but he tries his best because he knows better than to disturb you during your exams week. and he's not selfish, he understands how important all of this is to you but he can't help it, he misses you. oliver even drafted a complaint to your university, in which he explicitly states how stupid it is to put all exams in one week because the only result of this decision is a bunch of dead to the outside world students who turn into hermits for that period of time. anyway, point is - he misses you and he is genuinely worried, staring at your hunched back.
you've been stuck in this curled up in a ball position on the chair for at least two hours and ollie is not sure that you moved at all. he appreciated your attempts of giving him some attention but all of them were half-hearted and he's getting really worried over your own mental health at the moment. that's why he steps closer, making some noise on purpose so he won't startle you. "baby?" he calls and when you don't react, he repeats but louder this time: "baby?"
"hm?" you look up from your textbook, distracted. "yes?"
"do you want to take a break? we can eat or watch something," he suggests and frowns when you shake your head. "you've been at it for god knows how long, i think it would do you good-"
"it's an important exam, bear," you interrupt, sounding as tired as you feel. "i already had a lunch break-"
"which was five hours ago," this time oliver interrupts. "you need a break and i'm not taking 'no' for an answer." he gently, with all the care in the world, takes your hands in his. "let's cuddle, yeah?"
you blink at him. 'i will fall asleep.'
ollie secretly hopes that this exactly what's going to happen but to you he says: "i will set an alarm."
you obviously don't trust him but he leans in and starts peppering your face with kisses, winning you over in the end. "ugh, fine!" you exclaim, shutting down your laptop at the sound of oliver cheering. "just 30 minutes, okay?"
he nods, overjoyed. in few minutes he arranges both of you in the comfortable position on the sofa and makes sure to tuck your always cold feet in, cooing at your distorted face. "is it weird that i still find you hot?" he asks, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
you grimace, opening your eyes. "really, ollie? right now?"
"yep." he confirms, grinning at your dramatic eye roll. "now let me cuddle you properly."
he smiles when you sigh in satisfaction as he tightens his hold around you. burying your face somewhere in his neck, your breathing slows down and oliver drops few kisses on top of your head, caressing your back.
"you are doing such a great job," he whispers, knowing that you hear him very well. "studying so hard, i'm sure you'll get the best scores." he feels how you tensed up and sighs, kissing you once more. "let it go, honey. you did your best, you continue to do your best, you're doing all that you can. i'm so proud of you."
there's a small whimper and he pretends he didn't hear it so you won't be embarrassed. you ball up his hoodie in your fists and his heart breaks a little, because he can't do anything here, can't help; only can show that he is here for you. "can i kiss you? i kiss better than i talk, i promise."
you giggle at this and he smiles, hugging you tighter. looking up, you smile at him, cutely scrunching up your nose. "you talk pretty good too." you lean closer and he instantly indulges you with a sweet kiss. "thank you."
"i love you," he says easily, making you smile. "nothing to thank me for."
"you set up an alarm, right?" you ask before closing your eyes.
"mhm." he nods and with the last kiss on your head, closes his eyes too.
a/n: for all my babes who are stuck with exams. you will ace everything, no worries~~ - nini <3
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Norris 2025: disappointing weekend, disappointing race. that should never have happened. team orders are important. this is a championship fight. i could have pushed harder, fought more. next week we'll come back stronger, we'll dissect the onboards and see what went wrong. i can't afford to get distracted---i can't let the team down. the pressure is on. it's tough, but that's what you need to do to win it *cries*
Norris 2026: *kicks down door* what up party people? life is meaningless, do whatever the fuck you want! oh you want a McLaren win? delusional---delulu, even, as some might say (still gets p3). car's on fire? that's life i spose. must suck but honestly it's hilarious to watch. *makes popcorn over the brake fire* besides it won't matter once we're all dead lol. ladies?????? i hear grid gossip---oh i have to hear this! gotta tell Oscar aaaaaall about it later. better yet, let's just kidnap him actually. also i fucking love Oscar, did i say that yet? absolutely amazing driver. yeah Max is the best, sure, but i like Oscahhh
lando in 2025 literally hit the interviews with “we all will be dead in 200 years and it won’t matter”, he was hated on hugely because he actually managed to have fun and meet with friends which were considered “distractions”, had a healthy approach on winning without “crying”, complimented oscar through and through…sorry for being annoying, but it does seem slightly…off focus.
he is trying not to sulk, really. oliver is not a patient person by nature, but he tries his best because he knows better than to disturb you during your exams week. and he's not selfish, he understands how important all of this is to you but he can't help it, he misses you. oliver even drafted a complaint to your university, in which he explicitly states how stupid it is to put all exams in one week because the only result of this decision is a bunch of dead to the outside world students who turn into hermits for that period of time. anyway, point is - he misses you and he is genuinely worried, staring at your hunched back.
you've been stuck in this curled up in a ball position on the chair for at least two hours and ollie is not sure that you moved at all. he appreciated your attempts of giving him some attention but all of them were half-hearted and he's getting really worried over your own mental health at the moment. that's why he steps closer, making some noise on purpose so he won't startle you. "baby?" he calls and when you don't react, he repeats but louder this time: "baby?"
"hm?" you look up from your textbook, distracted. "yes?"
"do you want to take a break? we can eat or watch something," he suggests and frowns when you shake your head. "you've been at it for god knows how long, i think it would do you good-"
"it's an important exam, bear," you interrupt, sounding as tired as you feel. "i already had a lunch break-"
"which was five hours ago," this time oliver interrupts. "you need a break and i'm not taking 'no' for an answer." he gently, with all the care in the world, takes your hands in his. "let's cuddle, yeah?"
you blink at him. 'i will fall asleep.'
ollie secretly hopes that this exactly what's going to happen but to you he says: "i will set an alarm."
you obviously don't trust him but he leans in and starts peppering your face with kisses, winning you over in the end. "ugh, fine!" you exclaim, shutting down your laptop at the sound of oliver cheering. "just 30 minutes, okay?"
he nods, overjoyed. in few minutes he arranges both of you in the comfortable position on the sofa and makes sure to tuck your always cold feet in, cooing at your distorted face. "is it weird that i still find you hot?" he asks, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
you grimace, opening your eyes. "really, ollie? right now?"
"yep." he confirms, grinning at your dramatic eye roll. "now let me cuddle you properly."
he smiles when you sigh in satisfaction as he tightens his hold around you. burying your face somewhere in his neck, your breathing slows down and oliver drops few kisses on top of your head, caressing your back.
"you are doing such a great job," he whispers, knowing that you hear him very well. "studying so hard, i'm sure you'll get the best scores." he feels how you tensed up and sighs, kissing you once more. "let it go, honey. you did your best, you continue to do your best, you're doing all that you can. i'm so proud of you."
there's a small whimper and he pretends he didn't hear it so you won't be embarrassed. you ball up his hoodie in your fists and his heart breaks a little, because he can't do anything here, can't help; only can show that he is here for you. "can i kiss you? i kiss better than i talk, i promise."
you giggle at this and he smiles, hugging you tighter. looking up, you smile at him, cutely scrunching up your nose. "you talk pretty good too." you lean closer and he instantly indulges you with a sweet kiss. "thank you."
"i love you," he says easily, making you smile. "nothing to thank me for."
"you set up an alarm, right?" you ask before closing your eyes.
"mhm." he nods and with the last kiss on your head, closes his eyes too.
a/n: for all my babes who are stuck with exams. you will ace everything, no worries~~ - nini <3
writing list for f1 is here
you can always come to my inbox and request something of your own!
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the first thing u need to understand about athletes is that they are cringe losers bc they skipped school in hopes of never having to work a real job. the second thing you need to understand abt athletes is that they are first and foremost workers whose years of lucrative labour are capped by the very real limit that the strain of that selfsame work puts on their bodies which means they retire at an age before most people's careers even really take off and are expected to get by for the rest of their lives on the money they earned those few years. the third thing you need to understand is that they want to fuck their coworker.
Nini, hi! I will start off with anon and depending on your response I will message you directly. I wanted to check whether you'd be comfortable discussing fics? You were subscribed to my fic before (yes, I check who is subscribed to my fics, I'm a bit obsessed), now you aren't, so I guess I wanted to ask why? If you're uncomfortable replying, it's all good! I'm just following you as an author on ao3, so your username is very familiar to me. I hope this was alright and I didn't make you uncomfortable, have a good day! :)
hello!
i cleaned my subscriptions and 'unfollowed' around 20 fics (most of which were not updated since 2024). i am not comfortable getting into nuisances of why i unsubscribed mostly because i don't want you to ever think it is about you!! it is not!! i follow lots of fics from first chapters and then sometimes i either lose interest or - the most frequent case - i noticed that i missed a certain tag in the header and yeah, then i just unsubscribe. i'm so sorry, i hope this is not a rude/mean answer, but even if i did unsubscribe it says nothing about your writing!!! that's why i wouldn't like to get into details.
small snippet from my gabico teammates to lovers upcoming fic:
Gabriel tells himself he watches it all because he needs to know how winning looks like, how it feels like when you actually make it. He wants to train his mind to get used to this picture, to accept it as reality in hopes that it’ll help it all come true faster. Winning will look good on him, he knows.
Later at night, after he goes through all interviews with Nico after the Le Mans podium, his last thought before he drifts to sleep is that winning looks good on Nico, too.
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i'm now an independent consultant on a big project for one of the biggest banks in the country and obviously majority of workers there are male and it's so funny how they get so easily agitated, how they go 'well, where is your equality, huh? you obviously don't treat women and men the same!!' and like lmao, i don't. i absolutely don't treat men and women the same, never said i did. i abso-fucking-lutely am more lenient to women, i abso-fucking-lutely will hold them in a higher regard cause i know what it means (and what it fucking takes) to be a woman on a high position in a finance world. 'you're not a healthy feminist, nini, you're pro-women' - feminism never was and should never be comfortable to men so they would call it 'healthy feminism'. it is never about men and their comfort!!!
Alexander Albon is interviewed during qualifying ahead of the F1 Grand Prix of Great Britain at Silverstone Circuit on July 04, 2026 in Northampton, England.
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here's a secret: whatever you're doing, you have to root for your peers with all your heart because it forces you to root for yourself too. I've seen people in various spheres of my life (workplaces, education, art, activism) fall into the trap of envy and resentment when they see others succeed while they struggle, and it always always goes hand in hand with them pulling back and giving up and stagnating.
when you let yourself get sour grapes about shit, you tacitly give up on yourself. when you sit around hoping other people will flop and fail so you can catch up to them, you stop trying. it's a fantasy of mediocrity, the vain wish that other people would walk so you could take the gold medal at a jog. wouldn't you rather come last place at 27mph?
