─── ･ ｡ʚɞ ･ ❛ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. Warm and close as fresh laundry and here we are, Tuesday. Of course you love me ━ you are wearing one of my socks. ❜ To prevent marmalade from crystallizing, a gentle, patient flame is needed; OR, the story of a Red Bull driver and a sugar-coated teacher.

"... [A]s they continued to stare at the grid's new addition in awe, Max looked on with nothing but silent skepticism. A woman? Oh, please. She was merely a girl, one that was way too optimistic and naive. In the dog-eat-dog world of Formula One, that gentle aura couldn't get her anywhere, especially if Max Verstappen shared the track with her." ~*~*~ Although Max is skeptical, he isn't all that fazed when Toro Rosso announces their new, all-American female driver. As the new season begins, however, Max is introduced to immense pressure coming from all sides. Within the year, he finds himself fighting harder to preserve his seat at Red Bull, trying to somehow manage a rivalry with a midfield driver, and coping with the expectations of becoming the youngest World Champion in F1 history all at once... Perhaps there might be lessons to be learned, new relationships to be cherished. Or maybe all of it will just go up in smoke. ~*~*~ ([Follows the 2019 season - will not match actual race results])

**LESTAPPEN HIGHSCHOOL AU** Charles has a lot on his mind. With the constant bullying, issues at home, and the death of his father, he finds it hard to cope, constantly losing grip on reality. Only a few things help him find solace in life, his father's grave, and the boy he's feared of loving, Max Verstappen. Too scared to speak in person, Charles finds a way around it. To text him anonymously.

"One seat. One chance. No pressure, right? Stepping into Formula 1 was never going to be easy, but between the media frenzy, a very opinionated teammate, and a certain Red Bull driver who keeps getting on my nerves, I might just be in for more than I bargained for. Welcome to the circus." -𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐙𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 "For someone who hates distractions, you sure are one." ✰ "Keep up, Zimmermann. Or don't-makes my life easier." 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ★𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ★𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 ★𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he sank onto the edge of the couch. "You scared everyone today, you know that?" Viktoriya blinked at him, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected him to care. "I'm fine," she said automatically, wrapping her arms around herself. Max's expression darkened. "You passed out on the fucking track, Viktoriya." She flinched slightly, but before she could respond, he continued. "I got out of my car ready to rip your head off for that crash," he admitted, voice lower now. "And then I saw you, just lying there, and I swear to God, I..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if the words physically refused to come out. Childhood friends to rivals to lovers Posting a chapter every day!

complete ✔ "𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫" "I'll need you, just don't want you to go." jeongguk whispered palpably, only to listen to her strangled sob. His heart sank painfully. Myra whispered incoherent verses of "I can't" and "no's". Lying under him ". "I'm only going to bring you problems" she mumbled, blinking those hot tears away that rain down her face then her bare shoulders glistening in the dimmed light. Jeongguk tensed at the whole view beneath him. His kiss on her forehead later was immediate and desperate . He then whispered, voice almost feeble "𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑴𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅." Showing his tattooed hand, pronouncing those letters 'ARMY' as he jumbled up those inked letters then arranging them in another meaningful and precious word to him 'MYRA', And just then Jeongguk broke out a desperate sob he'd been holding for so long. It was at this moment he realised he fell in love with her again and this time harder. ______________________________________________ Note: this story (fiction) revolves around late year 2019. COVER BY: Me!✨ STARTED: 06/05/2021 ENDED: 23/07/2024

"You can't stand there and tell me you're worth nothing because you're worth everything to me." ~~~ Peter wanted to save her. He loved her with every inch and bone in his body and was willing to do everything in his power to help her not be afraid anymore... ~THE FORMING LOVE STORY OF LUNA PEARCE AND PETER PARKER • Post-Homecoming • Pre-Infinity War • Began in January 2019 • Completed in July 2020 *SPIDERMAN FANFIC*

After his fall from the Bifrost, Loki finds himself stranded on Earth until he can fully regain his strength and powers. He is found and taken in by a girl named Mandy. Seems simple right? Well, the thing is, Mandy is blind.

Calcutta, India. 1899 Being a woman in this age means being tied under the shackles created by the British and an equally orthodox society. Headstrong and outgoing, Anvesha doesn't care what people think about her. She is not one of those women who stay in their homes and pop children for their husbands. She is determined to pry her freedom. Alexander Stewart is a "childishly" arrogant man of eighteen. His journey to life begins when he comes to India with his two best friends, Matthew Hemmings and Jordan Wedlock. The day he crosses paths with the fierce looking Indian woman, he's sure that coming to India was the worst of his decisions. But will time change his mind? A feeling other than hatred; would something develop? (Descriptions would really be the death of me. Don't be disappointed, give this book a chance ^_^ ) ... A/N: Please note that:- • I do not own the pictures in the cover, I found them on google. Enjoy! #1 IN HISTORICAL FICTION! #1 IN TEENAGER! © 2015 Bhavini Sharma All Rights Reserved

In the heart of British-ruled India, where the monsoon winds carried whispers of rebellion and the air was thick with the mingled scent of jasmine and gunpowder, a story was waiting to unfold-one that defied the rigid boundaries of empire, status, and destiny. Amid the cobbled streets and lush estates of jaipur, young Mira, barely eighteen, served as a housemaid in the grand home of Captain Edward Sinclair. Born into a family marked by hardship and resilience, mira carried the quiet strength of her ancestors in her dark eyes and moved with a grace that belied the harshness of her life. To the British officers and their families, she was invisible-just another native servant, a silent witness to the grandeur and the brutality of colonial rule. But to Edward Sinclair, an enigmatic and conflicted officer haunted by his own transgressions, she was an unexpected mirror to his conscience and a source of uncharted emotions. Bound by duty but restless in spirit, Edward bore the weight of secrets that had turned him into a pariah among his own kind, and it was in Anjali's presence that the sharp edges of his guilt began to blur. Their worlds were as different as the scorching sun and the cool, hidden streams of the Indian forest, yet fate conspired to weave them together. In the simmering tensions of an India yearning for freedom, their connection would challenge not just the chains of colonial power but the very notions of love, loyalty, and betrayal. This is a tale of forbidden passions and unspoken truths, where loyalty is tested, and hearts become captives of an era that sought to suppress them. As the empire's shadows lengthen and choices become as perilous as they are inevitable, Mira and Edward must decide if their bond will survive the fires of division-or be consumed by them.