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If someone would have told Lando a couple of years ago that he would be standing on the Monaco Grand Prix podium at the young age of 21, alongside his former teammate, a trophy in one hand and a bottle of Ferrari champagne in the other, celebrating third fucking place, he would have called that person 100% delusional and crazy.
Or the one where Lando and Carlos share a podium and celebrations ensues.
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To all the boys (and girls) I've loved before by dylanhun
Fandoms: The Maze Runner Series - James Dashner, The Maze Runner Series - All Media Types, The Maze Runner (Movies)
19 May 2019
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“Look mate, this is really cute and I feel flattered, I do.” Newt started, his face in a cute frown. "But, it’s never going to happen I’m sorry.” He finished, grabbing something out of his back pocket.
Thomas was confused, really confused. Was Newt Isaacs rejecting him?
His confusion only lasted for a minute though, because then he saw it and everything fell right into place.My letter.
Thomas felt the world spinning around him, suddenly feeling very nauseous. All the sound went off and he couldn’t hear anything anymore. He got a last glimpse of Newt standing in front of him, the love letter he wrote for him 3 years ago in his right hand, before everything went black in front of his eyes.
--------------------------The main idea is taken from the book 'To all the boys I've loved before', but all the rest is mine.
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Back To You by dylanhun
Fandoms: The Maze Runner Series - All Media Types, The Maze Runner (Movies)
04 Jun 2018
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Childhood bestfriends AU - where Newt is in love with Thomas and Thomas keeps breaking his heart.
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Where Lydia gets her soulmates' name, but doesn't even know that name actually exists, and Stiles is a little bit obsessed.
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“Gimme a kiss dude.” Sam groans impatiently, “You owe me.”
“Why do I owe you?” Misa raises his eyebrows, running his hands up and down Sam’s shoulders slowly, thumbs digging into his collarbone.
“You left me for ages,” he complains again, thumping his head against Mike’s toned stomach.
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10 Jun 2026
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Phone calls between boyfriends spending the start of their off-season apart doing side quests, and thinking about dogs.
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09 Jun 2026
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Parker Wotherspoon is a grown adult and professional hockey player known for fighting the big boys of the NHL. Then one clean hit accidentally turns him into the inciting incident in a teenage hockey romance. And worse: now the angry half of that romance is his captain.
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Or: Parker Wotherspoon's perspective on Willmack.Bookmarked by dylanhun
08 Jun 2026
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Sam pressed the arch of his foot into the side of Michael’s thigh. “It's so nice out Mis. We gotta like, go outside.”
Michael raises an eyebrow at him from across the couch. “You wanna go out?”
Clearly, he’s had enough time to wake up, considering he doesn’t try to bite Sam’s head off. Not that Sam minds.
“No, just like.” He waves his hand towards the sliding glass doors that lead to the Toffoli’s deck. When he gets nothing more than the same exasperated look as before, he elaborates, “Just in the backyard. We could take Stella with us.”
Michael peers at him across the couch, as though his still-tired brain had yet to understand what Sam was putting down. “I guess?”
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01 Jun 2026
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“when you say problem,” dr. smith makes another note, “how do you mean, exactly? do you find it difficult to reach orgasm outside of heat?”
“i find it difficult to reach orgasm at all.”
dr. smith’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead before he manages to school his expression back into polite, professional curiosity. “when was your last heat, macklin?”
“three months ago.”
“and when was your last orgasm?”
macklin frowns. he wracks his brain, trying to remember. he has a vague memory of being in a hotel room somewhere in new jersey, face down on the bed, screaming into a pillow as he jammed three fingers into his cunt and shook through the first orgasm he’d had in nearly a year.
“um, six or seven?”
“…days?”
“no,” macklin says, “months.”
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30 May 2026