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earlgodwin · 3 months
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#mood
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frankenfartstein · 3 months
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ernest !!!!
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wanderingblindly · 4 months
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WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen
Excess (3.4k words, oneshot)
“You bite me,” He’s smiling now, like Max’s silence is as good as an oath. “And I’ll bite back. Deal?” Max’s eyes flick to the battleground on Charles’s body. “And this usually works for you?” Without hesitation, Charles brings his blade to his own hand. He slices across his index finger, letting the blood slowly pool, before holding it under Max’s nose like a taunt. “I’m too good to pass up.”
Choking on Greatness (2.9k words, oneshot)
“I don’t think you’re born a winner, no.” Max whispers against his lips, breath like a hint of warmth. “You make yourself into one, or you quit.” Can I?
Beggin' (1.7k words, oneshot)
“You are… gambling?” Charles slurred, tilting his head at Max’s proposal. “Loser gets on his knees.” Max said, looking down at Charles in a way that he hoped screamed ‘and I know it’ll be you’'. Or: Max and Charles make a drunken bet after Abu Dhabi 2021. One year, one realization, and one title later, Max isn’t where he thought he’d be.
I Know Your Name (But Not Who You Are) (7.6k words, oneshot)
If it’s been a decade since Max touched him, he fears it’s been longer since he’s seen him smile — their last weeks stained with downturned lips. Glassy eyes. “Cheers, then. To freedom.” “To finding you again.”
Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions (12.4k words, oneshot)
"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine. “Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.” “So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows. Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” Or: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss
Second Time's the Charm (7.3k words, oneshot)
“Remember when you said you’d set me up with someone? A few months ago, at George’s wedding?” Charles’s voice is still pinched, as if his throat is trying to suffocate him and put him out of his misery. “Maybe you could do that? If the offer is still standing.” Simultaneously: “How did you know you liked guys?” Max’s tone is flat, as it usually is when he tries to come off as entirely disinterested, but Lando knows his tricks. He shoots upright, looking down at Max with wide eyes before exclaiming, arguably, one of the worst possible responses: “Oh my god, Max, are you fucking gay?” Or: Charles and Max don't know how to date; Alex and Lando try their best to make it happen.
Eighteenth Summer (Do You Wish We'd Fall In Love?) (4.9k words, oneshot)
Max wanted to burn it into his memory, engrave bits and pieces of it into each of his senses. The way the blue sky reflected off of Charles’s massive sunglasses, the smell of the hot asphalt mixing with Charles’s cologne, the nearly hysterical sound of their laughter as their playlist finally shuffled to Mr. Brightside; everything felt so precious. So fleeting. Moments memorialized on the 101 northbound, flying out of their open windows and away from his greedy fingers.
All the Stars We Cannot See (9.8k words, oneshot)
Sitting on his roof, bathed in wintery silence, Max prayed to be rescued. To whom, he wasn’t sure. Maybe the force that branded his wrist, the universal power that decided who to tie him with forever. Perfectly. Something like fate. Max prayed to fate, then. “Am I interrupting something?” The man’s accent was French, his tone unusually assertive for a question of intrusion. “It’s not my roof,” Max shrugged, hopping back onto the ledge.
Rules of Engagement (7.2k words, oneshot)
“Take me with you then!” Max felt his eyes go wide, his jaw literally dropping at the suggestion. “Tell them I’m like. Say I’m your fiancé, mate.” The heat had melted Charles’s brain, Max decided, staring at him blankly. “No.” He deadpanned. “Mate it’s genius! You won’t have to do anything, just stand there. Let me handle it. Them. The women.”
Milk and Love (1.85k words, oneshot)
There’s someone else in his empty apartment, his presence both doubling and fading overnight. It’s next to him on the floor, an identical hand grazing his fingertips as it lays beside him – a perfect mirror. It’s in his kitchen, looking at the food his trainer brought him the night before. It’s in his bed at night, putting no weight on the mattress but forcing unimaginable pressure on his mind, in his eyes. Faster than him, quieter than him, beside him. Inside him. He can’t escape it, he realizes as he lays on the floor. It lives where he lives. 
Middle Child Syndrome (I've Been in Love with You for Ages) (3.6k words, 2/2 chapters)
After all, Charles being a middle child always made a lot of sense to Max. Max’s unwillingness to deny Charles anything always made a little less sense to Max. Standing on the third place podium beneath the Monegasque flag made a lot less sense to Max. The fact that he wasn’t mad about it, a warm sense of acquiescence spurred by Charles’s smile, made it all click. He was in love with Charles Leclerc, and he always had been. Or: A small collection of memories leading up to a realization on the podium of Baku 2023.
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bluesuns3t · 1 year
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Oh my baby Teaamm.. here's the thing, (I dunno if this implies to every middle child but) we're middle child are ✨ people's pleasers ✨. we're really outgoing and nice. we have to accept that we're a middle child so we respect our older siblings and we have to care about our younger ones. it's really hard. but for you to notice that Win is kind to everyone is really making me cry. the fact that you are interested in him and observe his life. Team, I'm so proud of you
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And no... We're not just giving our kindness to everyone. We also have our ✨ favorite ✨. We may seem kind and lovely, but WE CAN BE KINDER AND LOVELIER TO THE PERSON WE CARE OF.
And you, my guy, are Win's favorite.
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And one more thing, I think Win has trouble expressing his feelings with words. He more likes act of services guy. So... Please be gentle with him....
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owl-ghost · 1 year
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Hi, I just wanted to let you know if the debate around Scary is stressing you out (it's stressing me out) it seems that there is a very loud vocal minority(especially on the patreon discord, its the same like four people) that thinks shes unforgivable while most of us are here excited for her redemption arc. (The only things getting up voted over there is pro scary stuff)
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crvstybowlofcereal · 5 months
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any other autistic middle children feel like your strong sense of justice is constantly in overdrive?
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bylerisc4non · 1 year
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mike wheeler has middle child syndrome. just another reason i kin him lmao 😭
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tastetheoyster · 1 year
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playlists from my dissociative mind
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raileurta · 9 months
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Here's a collection of the r/place Pusheen memes I could find. (The first two I made myself)
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It's one thing to be treated like shit, and expect to be treated like shit. But I find it odd that they take exception when you anticipate being treated like shit and react accordingly
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allthethoughtsandstuff · 10 months
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middle child syndrome ✨
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bluesuns3t · 1 year
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i know middle child syndrome when i see one...
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enter rebellious phase
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and for what you may ask, for getting a little attention (especially from parents)
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i relate a lot to win character because i also a middle child. feeling that i don't belong anything. it always for my big bro or my lil bro thing. its not mine and feels shit about all of those things. so you make yourself a peculiar person. you became rebellious, but somehow your parents still doesn't see your existence. and you became tired and like fck it I don't need anyone, i can do it myself. until you meet someone who see you. and you suddenly think, this is it. this person belongs to me. I'll never let this person go. and Win sure will never let Team go
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SHOW... (makes me heal from Love In The Air eps 13. fck that eps traumatized me)
bonus, Win being flirtatious *dead
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As a middle child, I can confirm that Mike Wheeler has ✨middle child syndrome✨
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esmeraldahatesyou · 3 months
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The scapegoat was for free
Simply adjacent to everything else you had growing up
She grew well into her flaws
Well into all the things you can belittle
On the creator's balanced scale
Her opposing side always bearing more weight,
Always bearing more fruit
Her arguments always bearing less fruit
Her own body meaning less
What's it like to not be part of the end or the beginning?
To be the means to an end.
A journey less enjoyed, perpetually in the process of going elsewhere.
The middle is thin, between all else.
Just a larger step, and you've missed her completely
So enjoy the scapegoat while you have her,
Enjoy her before she suddenly leaves,
Quietly picks up her things
And if ever while walking your foot sinks in the middle
You'll look down and notice, something ought to have been there.
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