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[keelt9]

THE WAYNE’S (3-?)

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // P.t.4

A/N: This 2x1 week belongs to this! 🦸🏻

“Bruce…”

“Gordon, I never, never ask more than I know police could do, but don’t expect I just stay back like a fuckign idiot…”

Bruce is mad, the fact his voice raises, speaking between tightening teeths…is the first thing she hears.

“Bruce I’m moving every…” Gordon tries useless to calm him down but he perfectly knows, now this is useless. 

“Bruce…” Her wobbly voice in a whisper makes him turn around quickly searching for her hand feeling that whisper takes off him a world of his shoulders. 

“That’s all officer.” Bruce's sentence, feeling Gordon is approaching with more things to say. “Alfred, make sure someone escorts the officer outside of the manor.”

Y/N feels her body full of needles as her breathing consumes all her strengths. Flashing nightmares when her eyes are fully open searching desperately for Bruce's hand.

“I insist Miss. Wayne should be in a hospital.” 

Bruce scoffs, barely turning his face. “Do you believe I am that stupid to trust you and your cops will keep her safe?”

Alfred has been living this scene many times, a Wayne prostate in bed with all the medical equipment could need, he prayed never to be Y/N, until no one heard his prayers last night.

“I’ll call you when Y/N feel ready to speak.” Bruce sentences, kissing the YN hand and softly touches her hair. 

Gordon nods, walking outside where multiple personnel of Wayne Manor are waiting along with a full crew of doctors. 

Y/N grips tight as she could Bruce's hand. “What a meeting, huh?” She tries to joke wining any expression of Bruce's face more than worry eyes and mouth in a line.

“Don’t speak, once all is clear, I’ll bring the doctors inside to check you up.” Bruce touched her cheek that will definitely leave a scar. “Such a smart girl you are.”

Y/N smirks, nodding as she finally can feel a mask in her nose as IV in her hand. 

By the time she read Dr. Crane in the report, she knew something was about to happen. Dr. Crane has been involved in multiple rumors about spontaneous psychotic events with soon to be prisoners; instead of going to jail, the judge sends them to Arkham, the issue is all are dangerous criminals, with a lot of power in the city.

Of course, Bruce discovered that, Dr. Crane's bank account keeps receiving money that gradually disappears in strange chemical things or unusual investigations.

By the time a dense and suffocating gas starts to perk out from the ventilation Y/N quickly runs, opening the first window she sees and pressing the bracelet around her wrist, days ago she was mad Bruce forced her to use. The last thing she remembers is a strong explosion in the next room before a terrifying scene appears in her mind until she finally faints.

Alfred walks back inside with the doctor, that means all the cops have already left the Manor. The doctor explained to Alfred, Dory and Bruce she is fine, besides the cuts and a few bruises over her body she's fine, a couple of days of rest and care will leave her like new.

“Then why do I feel my body like this and I keep this thing on my mind?” Y/N complains as Bruce keeps her hand between hers.

“The effect of the gas, the combination of oxygen and the antidote that Mr. Wayne gave me will help you to recover faster.” 

Doctor smiles seeing the scene of Wayne siblings, he has attended multiple times Bruce, like Alfred, he expected never attended Y/N.

“Thank you doctor, someone make sure to drive you home.” Bruce mentions as the doctor leaves the room with Dory and Alfred.

Y/N moves Bruce's arm. “Go to sleep, you look terrible.” He giggles. “I'm fine and I guess, you were right, the bracelet was out of discussion.”

Bruce smirks as he stands kissing her forehead. The thought of leaving her is hideous but if he wants answers is clear he won't get it through the police.

“Rest Y/N.” Bruce opened the door. “I mean it.” 

Later that night, with more consciousness and after having a delicious meal Y/N feels a little bit more cheerful.

“Little almond, can I ask you a question?” Alfred sits next to her after retiring all the empty plates.

Y/N nods, getting comfortable, sitting in bed. 

“Last night during the rush and frenetic movement something unusual happened.” Alfred opens her wardrobe and takes out a delicate trillium. “This appeared at the border of your window.”

Y/N smiles while taking the flower, but that smile is fighting for not fading away.

“Does the Super guy know something?”

Alfred sits next to her. “Assuming we're talking about Superman, besides the initial reports of the news, you know Bruce won't let any information leak.”

“Better, I'm not his business plus…” Y/N put the flower on her night table, grabbing Alfred's hand. “That only makes Batman work harder, and with a few heated discussions in between.”

“Well, I guess you should tell him that.” 

In the window waiting patiently among the darkness is levitating, waiting with a concerned expression and the corner of his mouth barely raising.

Alfred smirks, standing open the big windows, letting the cold breeze enter too.

“Mr. Superman, can I suggest entering through the main door?” 

Superman enters carefully, standing on the floor. 

“I suppose that Mr. Wayne won't let me in.” His eyes didn't move from her. 

Alfred twitches his mouth. “Mr. Wayne is busy right now, so probably you'll have a couple of hours before he kicks you out.”

Y/N giggles, Alfred takes the tray with empty plates.

“A cup of tea, coffee or something you want?” 

“Just a couple of minutes with her.” Alfred smiles, closing the door, with the same concern that last night after seeing the flower, when Bruce found out, things definitely won't be easy.

If there's a person who means the world to Bruce is that girl. That little baby stuck to his side when he turned into that silent and lonely kid; in his teens that grumpy and full of resentment that used to lock himself and now when he's a serious and hard as rock adult, she's his little crackles of light, the best gift his parents left without warning.

Bruce made a promise in their parents grave before accepting that big responsibility, he will protect her at any cost keeping her safe no matter what or who.

°

Clark remains standing, regretting he rejected the offer of Four to come and check her up, looking at her with machines at her side makes his heart break.

“Are you planning to stand there all the time?” Y/N sees his hands clenching. “Is kind of creepy.”

He giggles walking, sitting in the same chair Alfred was; next to the bed close enough for he can be with her.

“I'm sorry.” His words took her out of guard. 

He raises his hand but doesn't touch her, like if he does she could break or get hurt. 

“I…I should be helping. I'm supposed to feel something like that coming, I…”

Y/N scoff laying back her head. “I'm not your responsibility Superman, in the worst of the cases, I'm my brother's responsibility, and just because I work under his rules.”

His expression flinched.

“Y/N…”

She takes the flower from her night table “Don't get involved in this, please.” Y/N close her eyes tight.

“Do you trust Batman to solve this?” His voice wasn't or was full of scorn.

“I would say the police.” Y/N tries to joke but her breathing is still painful. 

“He'll get involved.” He sentenced, calm but in clear discomfort. “He's involved.”

Y/N raises her hand before he keeps. “I really don't care how, when or who got involved. The only thing that I care about is that all are safe, in some kind of way, and this doesn't mean a step back on Gotham calm.”

He sighs, getting down his head. “Do you trust him?” 

“God! Super guy I don't even know who he is!” Y/N raises her hand scrunching her eyes for the pain that causes in her body.

His eyes go round seeing her in pain. “Ok, ok, ok, I'll keep it out, with one condition….”

Y/N narrows her eyes, Clark sees it too, the same cold eyes as Bruce.

“Call me when you need help.” He smiles, showing those dimples that melt her.

Y/N bluffs as she smiles. “You don't have a phone or something like that, do you?” 

“No, but… Do you know how to whistle?”

Y/N laughs, seeing his tender face. “Oh boy.” 

He turns out his hand, palm upside, hoping she leans on him.

“Listen super guy, I mean it, I’m n…”

It's late, by the time she can feel it, Superman is already looking to the dark corner of the big room.

The slow and heavy steps mute the silence, as the darkness took shape in a big man walking towards.

Superman immediately lifts in a soft single motion across her bed, putting himself as a barrier.

Batman looks right to his eyes, Superman only sees a white line among the darkness, not heavy breathing, no shaking, no fear.

Y/N sighs, she needs to show fear, even more than ever she feels secure and the flashing moments that keep crossing her mind, now are mute.

“Need to talk with Miss. Wayne.” Batman said low and clear, before his eyes goes to the girl in the bed 

“Patience isn't your thing, huh?” Superman tried to joke, winning a tight jaw and a disturbed side eye. “She is resting.”

“Lit…” Alfred goes inside of the room rushed, scared when he sees the scene, two opposite forces collide. “Jesus!”

No one of the men looked at him. “Ok, I’m afraid I need to ask you to leave, Mr. Wayne is on his way and I’m sure he hates strange people in Y/N’s room.”

Still no one of them moved. 

“Super guy.” Finally, her voice makes him turn around. “Please…Leave.”

“I won’t leave you with this freak. What if…” Superman speaks with an angry voice and fist tight.

Y/N sighs. “He won’t leave, not until he gets what he came for. Am I wrong?”

Batman breathing is calm and steady as he looks at her. “I need answer Miss. Wayne then I’ll leave.”

The sound of wheels as a big door opens makes Y/N open her eyes as Alfred peeks outside of the room. 

“Superman!” The fact Y/N’s voice raises and makes her cough alert Alfred who runs to her checking all keeps under control.

Superman turns around, immediately going to cheek up but Alfred crosses his arm over her, he won’t let him touch her in that condition. 

He closes her eyes as his teeth clench. “If you do something to her…” Speaking to the man at his back.

“What? You’ll find another way to save her?” That was pure poison coming from Batman's voice.

“I’ll come back, ok?” Y/N nods with a tender smile on her face. 

The moment he crossed the window one more time, it was the same moment it closed again, dark curtains pulled and strangely it’s impossible to look inside.

Y/N takes a deep breath as Bruce takes off the thing of his head, grabbing her hand, the switch in his expression passes from being pure terror to that tender eyes and soft smile.

“What do you need? Tell me.” Bruce asks as he gave Alfred another dose from he injected her last night.

“It´s dangerous you took it, he still could see you.” Y/N grips his hand. 

Bruce smirks, kissing her forehead. “He won’t.” He raised a strange device that keeps beeping in a blue light.

Y/N giggles. “I thought you won’t come until noon.”

Bruce sighs. “I received an alert that something is getting closer to your window, I won’t take a risk.”

“Bruce…” He shakes his hand, seeing how her pupils start to dilate, the antidote is making effect. 

“Rest, the sidekick thing and you, it’s something you can tell me later.” 

Y/N smirks as she lays back one more time feeling sleepy. “How do you enter my room?”

Bruce chuckles. “As you, when you entered mine when you were just a little girl.”

He brushes her hair off her face as she falls asleep one more time, knowing the nightmares will come a couple of more nights.

“Mr. Wayne.” Alfred tries to explain.

Bruce shakes his head with a side smile. “It’s ok, I just… I don’t know what to do.” He sees the photo of their parents at her side. “If they were here, could they trust him?”

°

“Everything is alright?” Four asked him, as he stayed silent, observing the white ice ceiling.

“Yes, all good.” The robo eyes of Four that doesn't move for 4 seconds makes him speak one more time. 

“Do I look like a bad person?” Superman mumbles; multiple robots turn their heads to the man in the middle.

Eleven giggles when he looks at her with big eyes, one hand resting on his knee the other being held by Four..  

“Is there any particular reason for your question?” Ten ask, leaning on him.

Superman clicks his tongue, sitting in the chair. “I strongly believe Bruce Wayne, now, believes it, that I am a bad man.”

Four scan his left arm, making sure the fracture heals. “I'm sorry but why is his opinion important?

“He puts a type of armour all around the Manor…Every time I tried to even approach it, a type of security system activated.” He whines after Four pinch him.

“So, yeah, what can a security system do against you?” 

Superman scoffs, taking a deep breath. “I have a weird type of laser pointing at me.” 

Four nods. “A useless threat to you, so…”

“Her curtains were kept close.” He sighs. “That only means she or her brother doesn't rely on me… They don't trust me.”

Ten type something in the big machine. “How could you know that if you don't ask?”

“Well, it's not like I haven't tried, but…Bruce is slippery as hell and with the Manor like that, there isn't any person who can actually answer to me.” Superman stands. “Don't you dare to mention going to the hospital as an option because we have already been there.”

The robots look at each other with a simple blink.

“What about Clark Kent?”

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GUILTY AS A SIN Part.4

Masterlist

Arriving at the hospital only increases her fear, unable to stay still in one single place, she sits for a second to stand one more time and walk around the waiting room.

The cries of babies and kids aren't the most calming sounds of the moment.

“I'm going to throw up.” She whispers to herself with her head stuck to a wall.

“Y/N?” She's so anxious that only nods with her eyes closed. “Are you sick?”

It was a brief moment that the cologne of him reached her causing her to split from the wall and open her eyes.

“Joe.” He's in casual clothes, on his head is a bucket hat with a white flower in the middle. 

Joe lifted his hand, immediately turning down, he bets touching her it's the last thing she wants.

“Can I…?”

“Mrs. Kirby.” A nurse calls for her with papers in her hands.

“Oh shit!” She takes a deep breath, shaking her hands, like if it’s some kind of mental preparation.

Y/N approaches the nurse, giving her a few papers with Joe eyes stuck on her. 

“Well, the Bills medical team already sent us the physical tests all good and now you only have to resist the medical check up.” The nurse mentioned writing something in her paper.

“Any needle thing right?” Y/N ask with hopeless hope.

The nurse nods. “Two tiny little samples, and that's all.”

Y/N covers her face with her hand. “Don't worry, you don't even feel it.”

Yes, of course she will freaking feel it.

Reading the last paper, the nurse noticed the note at the end of her file, phobia to the needles.

“Oh.” She understands the fact she's pale as a ghost. “Do you have any emergency contact that can come with you?”

“He's working.” She could call Bernard, she knows but she doesn't want to disturb him. “I can do this alone, I mean, I bring a towel with me so I can squeeze it.”

Joe is dubious, he remembers the phobia talk but he never saw it until now.

“I'll go with her.” For sure he won't stay there just watching, not when she’s losing more color every second.

“Do you know each other?" The nurse asks, realizing who he is.

“Am, we…”

“She worked with us last season.” Joe answered. “She's a great girl.” He closed his eyes knowing the complement wasn’t necessary.

“I don't want to disturb you, I'll be fine.” Y/N put on her best poker face. “It's just a needle.”

A kid walking with his hand over shoulder is the last thing she needs. “Mommy, it hurts, it's sharpy and leaves you a weird sensation.”

Y/N shallow feelings cold sweat. “I just came for a check up and I'm free, I don't mind going with you.” Joe repeated.

Y/N sighs, she faints the moment she feels the needle in her arm.

“Ok, I'm so sorry to bother you.” 

“Well.” The nurse interrupted them. “Through the hallway the second door, at your right and I'll be there in a couple of minutes.” The nurse indicated as she walked to the opposite side.

Feeling frustrated and embarrassed Y/N walks with Joe behind her, when she reaches the door she even can't open it, her hands are shaking; Joe carefully stands next to her and opens the door as he waits for her to get in.

It took her 6 seconds to walk and cross the door, when she did she practically ran to the chair and sat moving all her body, tapping her feets, squeezing her hands, scratching her arm, etc.

Joe doesn't say a word he just keeps standing next to her anxious for not being able to do or say something to console her.

“Ready.” The nurses appear taking out all she could need. “Mr. Burrow, please sit next to her just in case.”

Y/N is having her eyes stuck to the door, she only nods turning around in the worst moment, the nurse is taking out the needles.

With an abrupt moment Y/N pulls Joe's hand to her lap. “Shit! The other one.” She let go of his right hand, taking the left one. “You just got through a surgery."

Joe is mesmerising for the fact she can actually consider him in this situation, that the only thing he could do is smirks, holding her hand.

“Ready?” The nurse asks, approaching her not showing the needles even Y/N knows is on her hand.

Y/N nods by the moment she puts the rubber band around her arm, Y/N grips Joe hands pulling closer to her then letting her head fall in the curve of his neck. 

“I'm scared.” She whispers to him; as she can feel the needles on her arm.

Joe touches her hand with his thumb as with the other covering his eyes. “I'm with you, it's ok.”

The first sample passed quickly, her mistake was turning around a little bit seeing the moment a second needle gets through her skin.

“Her grip is becoming light, is it ok?” Joe asks, feeling her hand is slipping between his fingers.

The nurse smirked, rushing all her movements. “She’s fainting."

“WHAT?” Joe didn’t mean sound in such a panic, less having medical personnel around.

“Ok, Joe I almost finished but we need to lay her down. Can you carry her to bed?” As she takes the last sample of her blood.

“Am, I’m sure she won’t agree with the fact I touch her more than her hand.” Joe said feeling her head was about to slide from his shoulder. 

The nurse giggles. “Ok Joe but is that or she will end up on the floor as I call someone to help us.”

“NO!” Joe licks his lips. “All right." 

He passed one of his arms around her legs and the other around her arms. “I’m sorry.” He whispers to her knowing she wants him 3000 km away from her.

Carefully he puts her over bed as the nurse helps him so she lays comfortably.

“Ok Joe, put this close to her nose and she will wake up in a couple of seconds.” The nurse gave him cotton with alcohol. “I’ll be back in minutes for the rest of her test.”

She grabbed the blood test with her. “Oh, and you can go when she wakes up, she knows what to do.”

Joe nods knowing inside he couldn’t let her alone while she’s dizzy and confused. 

Approaching the cotton carefully, putting close to her nose Joe admired her, as she breathed peacefully. After a couple of second just like the nurse said, she start to move her hands trying to get rid of the strong smell, when she finally got to open her eyes, she scare having Joe so close of her as she lay on a bed

In an abrupt moment she sits invaded by a dizziness, she takes the cotton of Joe's hands, smelling it one more time.

“You can go, thanks for being here.” Y/N mentions closing her eyes, avoiding him. “I’m sorry for disturbed you.” 

Joe stands, the least thing he wants it’s make her feel uncomfortable. 

“No, I mean, I’ll…” The nurse entered one more time, with a tender smile to Y/N who was sitting with eyes closed. 

“Y/N, all right?" Y/N scoff moving her head around.

“I faint again, fuck.” Y/N complains knowing Shaun has already a text on his phone. “Do you…”

The nurse smiled, taking the last things for her check up. “It’s protocol darling, you already know.”

Y/N nods. “Well, thank you Mr. Burrow but I’ll take her to another room for the rest of the check up.”

Joe nods, follows her who stands up with the help of the nurse as they walk to the door, she doesn't say another word, or even look at him, she just keeps walking away.

Leaving Joe rubbing his hands against each other with anything more to do.

°

“I can be there in 20 minutes.” Shaun called her in the break. The message of the hospital pops out in the middle of an activity but nothing if that means she didn’t want him found out.

Y/N shakes her head, after all she just needed to sign some papers so she finally could go home.

“It's ok, almost done here.” Her voice is as tired as her.

Shaun clicks his tongue. “Ok, I'll make sure you are comfortable at home.” Y/N giggles. “Go, have some sleep and lunch and dinner is on me.”

“Thanks Shaun.” She questions herself how lucky she's for having a friend like him.

With a paper sign and a lot of hunger, she walks to the entrance, ready to ask for a car.

“Y/N Kirby?” A man coming out of a car asked her. She nods. “Oh, a friend of yours asked to please drive you home safely.”

Y/N narrows her eyes as scoffs. “He mentioned you could be tired after the little faith you have this morning so…”

Y/N shakes her head, yeah, definitely is Shaun. 

“Please help me to avoid feeling more embarrassed.” The man smiles, opening the door for her to get in.

Dragging her feets until the door she opens makes a quick scan in the kitchen finding the most easy and awful meal of the day, she grabs an apple and bites it going to the couch where she lays.

As her mind plays tricks with her and her sleep.

The sound of the keys against the door makes her turn around or, just her neck and head.

“Bad day?” Y/N asks as Joe shrugs his shoulders.

“I have a lot to learn.” He rested his head on the wall before going to her. “You?”

Y/N scoff. “I got rejected twice. Who said that following your dreams or the pursuit of your dream job was easy?”

She badly needs a hug from him, still she's too shy to ask for it.

“You know, a hug will be amazing.” Joe noticed the sparks in her eyes.

Y/N stands over the couch with open arms as she waits for Joe to walk and surrounds her with his arms.

Even over a couch she barely reached his height.

Her arms around his neck as the cologne of him overwhelmed her in the most beautiful ways.

“You smell like home.” Y/N said as Joe giggles.

“It's soap and a new cologne I got. Nothing special.” Y/N splits looking at his eyes.

“Is that hard to get a compliment?” Joe laughs after a hard day she knows what to say and do.

She stands on his tip toes as push him against her, getting closer and closer his lips to her, for finally…

With cold sweat she stands in one movement as she hears one more time keys and bags in the kitchen.

Shaun appears at the kitchen door. "Sorry, I don't mean to make so much noise.”

Y/N shakes her head. “Migraine again?”

With a half and apple on her hand she walks to the kitchen, trying to guess what he would cook.

“No, I just feel the need to sleep.” She sits on the stool noticing the bunch of papers on the counter. “Birtdays presents?” 

Shaun laughs. “In my bag I have 7 apples and 6 chocolate bars and 4 new ties.” 

Y/N giggles taking one drawing where you can see him along a boy in sticky draws with the big twisted letter that said “Happy bird Mr. Gill.”

“Hey, thank you for the Uber.” Y/N mentions as she put it back with the other drawings.

“What Uber?” Shaun asks to take out a few things from the fridge.

“What?” Y/N the wave of realization invades her.

“What?” Shaum is confuse seeing her tossing her hair,

Y/N strand walking to the little box of painkillers on the top of the pantry. “I’m having a migraine now.” 

Shaun shakes his head. “Go and have some rest, I can deal with this.”

Y/N knows if she goes to the bed her hand only will be spinning around at the same person, Joe Burrow…Making dinner will have her head busy in other things.

°

“Only your actions talk.” Is Joe mantra all this time and even if he hasn’t seen the result yet, he hopes or prays it comes out right.

“Anyhing else I can help you Mr. Burrow?” 

Joe shakes his head coming back to earth. “No, that’s all, thank you.”

The receptionist smiles, giving him back his credit card as the bellhop waits with his suitcase with a car ready to take him to the airport.

Following him, eyes on his phone Joe realizes nothing until he hears her.

“Or, it’s a pleasure for me.” Y/N said as Joe looked around the floor trying to find her.

By the time he does, she’s walking with a woman and a man to the hallway that leads to one of the big rooms where big events take place.

The big letter announced a cardiology congress.

Maybe that’s a small reward of the universe. They stop next to the banner as another man shakes hands with them, accidentally making  Y/N accidentally drop one of her bracelets on the floor without even noticing.

“Could you wait a minute.” Joe said going to the place where they stopped for a while.

He lifts the bracelet as his blood runs cold, he recognizes how he couldn't. It was his 21st birthday gift to her, he knew it wasn’t expensive or anything, it was his first months in the league.

“You know I’m not trying to be ungrateful but Joe…” Y/N is pulled by Joe by her arm to the jewelry. 

“It’s a small detail, I promise when I’ll be top one, I’ll change this for one it definitely deserves." Joe already saw it through the display one night after training. 

It’s a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny green stone in the middle of it, expensive at that moment, but it’s her birthday and he wants to give her something special.

When she had it around her wrist, Joe knew it, it’s perfect for her.

The last time he saw it was shining under the door as he had backed against a closed door, pretending isn’t at home while she kept begging to the empty hallway, please be here.

Joe tries to control the memories of his mind before it makes him turn around without anything to do or say. Softly he touches Y/N’s shoulder as she is standing in the door changing the lens to her camera, wearing full black. 

She lifted her sight, surprised to find him. He carefully put the bracelet in the bag of her camera with a side smile, as the sounds of chairs pulling and the mumbles disappear inside of the room.

Y/N sees inside of the room, it’s about to begin. 

She saw the bracelet wondering in what moment it felt from her wrist, with the intention of saying something to him she turned around where he was, nowhere to be seen.

In the car Joe smiles with his fist pressed against his lips, maybe just maybe this could be hope.

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Ok, hi!

I have something in mind but I am looking out for you to give it proper form.

So, tell me your favorite tropes about domestic fluff. 🌝

[keelt9]

I have been literally imagining oscar with a figure skater reader

And I kept being like wish someone would write that AHHHH

Cant wait to read ittt

Wish granted, haha. I’m joking, but I hope in some kind of way to be the thing you've imagined. 😅

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Inverted Wag Pt.2

A/N: With fingers crossed, with fingers crossed I’m posting this. I don’t know ... I have mixed feelings.

I hope you like it. 🫠

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3

“There she comes!” You can hear it through the speakers and from IPad in front of them, yes they see the transmission too.

“Let’s remember Y/N lost the first place in the last competition from last year. An unfortunate landing in a double axel cost her important points in her final program.” 

Y/N slides on the rink stretching her arms and closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath. 

“Still her competitions until now have been near perfect, if she wins this is a decisive points that increases her lead.

“I’m losing my mind.” Oscar laughs seeing his friend, she hasn't even started to program. 

The mumbles as people turned around in their directions made them look at the IPad; the camera found him, Oscar with a cap laughing at the top of the stands. 

The moment his face papers on the big screen as some people clap, it couldn't be more perfect for Y/N, seeing Oscar's face smiling before she begins.

“Oh, yeah, there he is, Y/N’s boyfriend. I heard people say he is an F1 driver, I guess that is something we need to corroborate with her after…” The commentary played around as Y/N put in her position.

The soft and delicate music goes with her, in every soft movement, and spin, every jump is a loud clap, still Oscar knows what jump is making her concerned so he keeps hands pressed tight.

“There she goes, a 2A plus 3L.” 

Y/N breaths as she slides back, trusting in herself. The double axel she gets to land it perfectly; the sound of claps confirm it, however immediately takes the strength she needs to do a double loop that for a fraction of second feel her waist lose her strength, still she managed to land it one more time.

This time the shouts and claps are heard all over the place, encouraging her for the last minute of her short program.

“She got it, yes! She got it.” 

The camera of the T.V divides into a small square, in which Oscar in an unusual way stands from his seat clapping as a visible “YES!” can be read among his lips. 

Lando laughs seeing Oscar so excited on the screen. “This is so weird!” 

The last notes of the song came as she gracefully stood in the middle of the ice, with the crowd erupting in claps and shouts, Snoopy fluffy toys flying around the ice, her favorite cartoon.

However, what inevitably calls for Y/N attention is the loud shouts and clap from the upper part of the rink. Her cheek turns red as her hand covers her mouth.

“Well, she already noticed that a nice amount of the F1 drivers are cheering for her.” The commentators mention as the cameras capture George, Lando and Oscar, with their respective partners all clapping loud for her.

Y/N chuckles sliding to be in front of them giving a small courtesy before going with Marina and Ivan who are waiting for her with proud smiles and hugs.

“AMAZING!” Ivan hugs her before putting the protections to her blades.

Marina smiles touching the side of her face. “Great job, but we don’t have the last words, right?"

“Right.” Y/N agree as they walk to the small couch where they must wait for the grades.

Oscar is grabbing the bottle of water as his eyes are stuck to the big screen where all can see Y/N and her team waiting as the judges deliberate for the last time of the day. 

George laughs. “Belive us Oscar, that bottle of water isn’t a judge.”

Oscar giggles. “I k…” He sees the number appearing on the screen. “SHHHHHH!”

He shut everyone, even though no one is speaking.

He barely understands the abbreviations, as all the numbers but what he clearly understands is the number 1 next to her name as the fact she jumps grabbing Marina and Ivan hands, with one more girl left, she already clench the first place, one more time. 

“SHE DID IT!” Oscar screams seeing Y/N being hugged by Marina with a wide smile on her face.

The boys proceed to take endless videos of photos that will be really useful in the near future; Oscar high five with them as he shouts how much he loves her and how proud is of her.

At the end of the day, all of them knew reporters would be waiting for them, so they got help to make a get away from the back door; it is not their show.

On the other hand Oscar couldn’t wait, he ran to wait for her in the door of the building with open arms and delicious hot chocolate. 

Y/N sees Oscar with the cup and a wide smile, not bothering the whispers of the people who still are there around and the phones in his direction. 

“You are the most amazing girl in the world.” Oscar mumbles as he hugs her with one arm around her neck as Ivan takes the hot cup other way, preventing burning. 

Y/N laughs, breathing in slowly as Oscar hugs her tight. “I love you so much.” 

“Thanks for being here.” Y/N mumbles as Oscar scoffs, both of them knew whatever it cost, he would always be with her.

“So, we want to celebrate with you.” Oscar mentions letting go of Y/N, but not her hand.

“We?” Ivan asks, giving Y/N the hot cup of chocolate.

“Tomorrow is the long program, it is earlier to celebrate.” Marina sentences with her usual cold head. 

Y/N nods. “Besides, I must sleep earlier, sorry babe.” Y/N kisses his cheek. “Go and have fun with a nice amount of drivers! JESUS CHRIST.” 

Y/N remembers the 3 drivers standing for her. “You said it would be fine if I invited a friend.” 

Oscar laughs rubbing his thumb against her hand.

“I thought you meant 1 not 3formula drivers!” Y/N chuckles.

“My bad, I forgot to specify that it could be four.” Oscar plays with her and omits the formula drivers.

“Could it be?” Y/N almost choke with her drink.

“Yeah, Charles, hopefully will be arriving tomorrow.” 

Marina and Ivan close their eyes as they shake their heads; opposite to put her nervous, Y/N eyes bright for the fact she’s supported by them.

“Isn't that a problem right?” Oscar asks, making Marina scoff as walk away.

“10 minutes Y/N, we need you to rest.”

They wait until Marina and Ivan disappear in the parking lot, finally alone in an empty entrance.

“Are you ok?” Oscar asks, touching softly the side of her face. 

“Tire but fine.” Y/N rested her head on OScar shoulder. “Thanks for the chocolate, just what I need.” 

Oscar kissed the top of her head. “Go and have some rest, you did it…whoa.” 

Y/N smiles searching for his lips, Oscar smirks giving her a soft peck. 

“Mhm…” Y/N twist her mouth. “Chocolate is still over you.” 

Oscar laughs, kissing her one more time.

°

“Ok we can’t be that lame.” George complains in the middle of the dinner. 

Oscar smiles. The first time he introduces Y/N to them, he expects a cordial “relation”, greets in the paddock and maybe one or another comment about her season. Never in a thousand years, he expected when they want to come to a competition, less they'd become their rival of number 1 fan.

“I mean, did you see that massive bear that was thrown and what about with the banner?” George rolled his eyes. “We can do it better.”

“It wasn’t that massive.” Lando tries to argue. “Maybe more than 30 cm, yeah, but.. not that big.”

“The banner was pretty cool.” Oscar claimed resting his hand over the table.

George opens his eyes and grabs Carmen’s hand as she laughs. “See!”

“Ok, big showman, what do you suggest?” Oscar asks between laughs. 

Carmen laughs as she covers her eyes, that talk she already has on their way to the restaurant.

° 

The long program is delightful from head to toe, the skaters express themself freely showing what they’re capable of.

As they could expect, more people gathered outside of the building knowing Oscar and a few of the drivers were there, still, they managed to enter from the back door and found their seats in relative calm.

In the rink is already Y/N pre heating, with Marina watching her like her life depends on it.

Lando hiss. “That’s a change of outfit.” 

Oscar smirks, the delicate colors and suit are things of yesterday. Today, she will drop her bomb. With a red-black suit and black shiny pearls all over, black leggings and red gloves; the color red emerged from her suit like a delicate burning fire. The make up on her eyes, Jesus Christ, Oscar is on his knees already.

Y/N is focused on hitting softly her thighs to prepare her muscles, as she starts to take speed in the ice; and there it is without warning a combination, a lutz and layback spin, with a fist rise tight of Ivan at the back.

“Move it please.” George asks as it properly puts their big surprise for her. 

Oscar notices Y/N’s family at the other side, at the back of Marina close to the tunnel where all the skaters come out, already clapping for her. 

Marina grabs her shoulders, shaking them a little bit, getting rid of the visible tension of them.

“Ok, try it again, relax, you have it all, relax.” Y/N sets his black gloves properly as she takes a deep breath. “The arms are waving.”

“You got it rock, strong and steady.” Ivan mumbles as she smiles.

“Maaaan.” Oscar moved his head following Y/N with his eyes when Lando crossed in his way.

Y/N is moving around taking the speed she needs, with the path clear, she moves a howl cross before repeating again the same combination, this time her body tightened in the perfect moment, the peace was correct and the land elegant and delicate, the fragments of ice coming makes Oscar raise his fist.

The smile she has after the jump makes him giggles, inevitably screams.

“YOU'RE THE BEST LOVE!”

Loud enough for people to turn around smiling and a blush Y/N who clearly heard him stopping in front where they are, waving her hand before keeping with the final minutes of the warm up.

The movement around the long program is mesmerized; however the boys are notoriously nervous every skater that passes.

“Ok, tell us your secret.” Charles begs, eating popcorn.

Oscar takes a deep breath, it wasn't easy the first championships; the tapping, the empty water bottles smashed were all over the floor. 

“It took me a lot, a lot of empty bottles.” Oscar jokes taking a long sip of his water.

“Here it comes!” Charles closed one eye, kept watching with the other.

The girl before her is about to be graded, if she gets too near to the breach of points; Y/N will be pressuring herself.

The numbers appears as the boys tights their fist… 49 points behind, is shorter but Y/N knows she will overcome

“Hello.” Oscar panics as soon as he hears Ivan's voice.

“Is she ok?” Oscar asks, standing from his seat.

Ivan smirks. “Yeah, she's ok, preparing but…Marina wonders if you want to be in the front row.”

“What?” Oscar is perplexed, as he starts to sweat.

Marina is strict when it comes to a championship, only she and Ivan are in the area next to the ice, of course her family is in the first row but no one with them.

“Yes, if you don't…”

“Get out of here man!” George pushed him. “I have it all under control.”

Oscar chuckles as he follows Ivan through the hallways where skaters and coaches are in their final review; reaching the dark tunnel, at the end of it the lights are bright.

Her name is announced as the loud and intense claps make he and Ivan run where Marina is already observing her, breathing in calm and steady.

In contrast to yesterday, Y/N isn’t a soft snowflake in the ice, now, she’s a vivid fire.

The deep and powerful music begins as she starts to move around the rink, keeping all her facial expressions according to the song.

“She changed it!” Oscar exclaimed looking at Marina who has a smirk on her face hearing the mumbles around, probably with the same questions as him.

Marina nods, observing Y/N doing a bielman in the right corner the U of the shape of her body is clean and elegant.

“All under the rules Oscar, all under the rules.” Marina claps seeing her coming out perfectly as the strong musical notes accompany her.

Oscar blush when she passed so close to him moving around the ice confident and concentrating .

“That means she will do a…” Oscar feels the rush in her veins.

Ivan raises his fist. “A triple quad, man!”

The first quad managed to get it clean, the crowd went wild as her family stood from their seats; the second quad made even Marina curse, and the last one, close to the end of her program, Y/N had all gripped their sears, coats, and other hands.

Oscar notices she takes a deep breath as she goes sliding backwards, finally, making the feet move that raise her from the ice as her arms tingles and legs too, making her body look like a furious twist in the air.

Finally the music decreases until she stays still in the ice and the crowd stands clapping and shouting praising words.

Y/N finally relax as she smiles, giggles when in her speed zone, she notice flying a lot Snoopys to the ice, but not simple ones, all had the t-shirt of their teams, Mercedes, McLaren and Ferrari, flying to her as they keep clapping; however she isn’t seeing the boy of her eyes, Lando points to the big screens. 

Replaying the same moment from the last quad, Oscar raising his hands as hugs Marina, shouting a visible “Fuck yeah”

Y/N finally slides where they are in front of her family, Oscar is there, with open arms and a proud smile.

Y/N feels tears in her eyes as she lets Oscar pull her out of the rink stealing all the attention of the cameras, he presses tight as he praises her.

“I love you so much.” Oscar whispers to her, feeling her body relax. “You did it amazing."

Marina hates interrupting such a moment but Y/N needs to see her grades. 

“Little rock.” Marina mumbles as Y/N splits and Oscar wipes her tears. “Let’s go.”

Y/N nods as before walking to the small couch grabs her family's hands and they keep cheering her up.

All the time, Y/N keeps holding Marina and Ivan's hands as her eyes stuck to her bladders. 

When the number appears, Marina hugs her tight, kissing her head, Y/N raises her eyes and, yes, the number 1, next to her name.

Ivan joins in the intense hug as she finally lets tears flow, she isn’t just keeping the first place, she increased the point difference by 32 points.

At the distance Oscar high fives with Y/N’s family when they see the score, and inevitably, he screams one more time.

“I LOVE YOU!”

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the wayne’s part 3 please!!

😏

[keelt9]

THE WAYNE’S (2-?)

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

A/N: This was out of schedule and before I regret I posted, still I don’t know, I’m not that confident, it’s my first time writing something like this, sooooo… if you like I will continue posting about it but if you don’t I’ll stop I promise. 🙈

Bruce Wayne exudes class and luxury in every step, however among that with a plain suit and a long coat, it's easy to see a shy and introverted boy. Clark has been aware of that as a little glimpse of, what he calls a crazy guess, black is a color that suits him and that line eyes look he could swear have already seen it more times than he believes but …what the hell a rich man will do chasing criminals at night, that sounds dumb.

“My sister is busy?” Bruce asks the woman at her desk, who is working diligently. Low voice, no doubts, just a simple request.

“She is in call Mr. Wayne and…” She points to Clark sitting in the small living room. “Then Mr. Kent has an interview scheduled with her.”

Bruce turns around with expressless eyes looking at Clark sitting with his bag in his lap and a silly press lip smile.

“Mr. Kent.” Bruce greeted him before turning back to the woman. “Can you tell her it’s urgent I talk with her.”

The woman stands as she softly knocks the big black doors before getting inside, leaving only Bruce and Clark alone in the room.

“Should I be worried about the interest of Daily Planet on my sister?” Bruce asks in a hushed tone with any expression in his face.

“What?” Clark looks at the man standing imponent in front of him.

“It is the third time in a month you have interviewed my sister, and you’re not even from Gotham newspaper.” Bruce plays with the pen over the desk, spinning it around. “I wonder why.”

Clark opens his mouth, but Bruce doesn’t let him talk. 

“Let me be clear with you Mr. Kent, I want to believe your interest in my sister's work is strong enough for you to keep covering the latest news of the hospital and the refugee. Otherwise…”

“Messing around with my guest.” Y/N opened the door with the same lethal eyes. “Let’s go, talk quickly, Mr. Kent is waiting.”

She takes a step aside letting Bruce walk in; before she closes the door, she smiles and waves her hand to Clark.

After all, Clark is one of the countless people who is sincerely interested in her work all this time. With the inauguration of the hospital schedule in 2 weeks the interest in her is growing but she has her softest spots for the ones who've been walking with her from the very first days.

Bruce is worried about the inauguration, he’s aware more than one person wants to hurt a Wayne, live or dead what is worse, the interests are coming from outside of Gotham too; so he’s been dedicated to patrol and keep it all related to the security of his sister.. Especially since Luthor made an appointment with him, claiming he wants to invest in Wayne human department plus Kent being around her, only triggering all his warnings.

“You’re paranoic.” Y/N exclaimed after Bruce told her all the measures he will take for the inauguration. 

He needed to leave for a Batman thing, he only came back for the inauguration of the hospital. In the meantime he’ll make sure, even at the distance, everything develops as he says.

“This way or nothing Y/N. I’m not playing around.” Bruce sentenced, walking around her office.

Y/N sighs knowing Bruce doesn't leave room to discuss. “Ok, FINE.”

Bruce notices the frown eyebrows as Y/N shoulders down, she’s mad. 

He knows who to mend that, or at least try; walking to her chair and taking a small container from inside of his jacket. 

Y/N chuckles, grabbing it open, knowing what’s inside. Almonds.

“I’m still mad.” Y/N claims, eating an almond.

“I know, still, I get to put a small smile on your face.” Bruce kisses the top of her head. “See you at dinner.”

Bruce opens the big doors with that peace he has, silent and confident.

Y/N takes a couple of seconds before letting Clark enter with his usual stumbling, spinning around making sure he doesn’t drop anything before sitting in the chair in front of her. 

Clark interviews always are full of complicity and kindness that she never realizes the time has passed until her assistant announced she has things to do.

“Well, Mr. Kent, I hope your weekly travel was worthwhile." Y/N smirks seeing Clark extending his hand holding his notebook with the other. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

“Oh, no please, I got it, big business things.” Clark tells her as Y/N shakes his hand. “Before I forget…”

Y/N knows what’s coming, it’s been passing every time he comes. 

After the first month of late night meetings in the shell of the hospital something changes in him, he starts to wait for her, searching for her even though he just saw her yesterday; wanting to know more about that glimpse of light in the dark. Of course Ten and Four remark to him what it could be, or at least what his symptoms indicate what it could be.

However, he wants to wait and make sure even if she doesn't feel the same, at least Y/N will listen to him and not run away.

“Clark…” He took out a red trillium from his bag.

“I had an interview with him last night and he made sure to tell me I gave you this because…”

“It’s not like he can enter the building and give it to you personally.” She said at the same time as him.

Y/N take it with a smile. “My brother is worried you’re flirting with me, he will have a heart attack if he knows you are playing as cupid.” 

Clark smirks, if she knew. 

“I'm not. I… if I could choose a role, I'll call myself a courier.”

Y/N turns around seeing the sunlight among a grey sky, with a smirk on her face.

“Could you do me a favor, Mr. Kent?” 

°

“I thought you’ll be late at night in the hospital as always?" Alfred asks to see her putting fruit over the pie.

“I’m tired.” Y/N sighs. “Besides Bruce said he will be here for dinner, I choose to believe.”

Alfred giggles as he softly touches her head, for every grape, Y/N eats 2.

It is getting dark and Bruce is taking a round in the city; the gray clouds are turning a deep grey colour, that means a storm is coming. 

“I forgot to cut some berries. Wait…” Alfred mentions seeing only strawberries and grapes over the pie.

“I’ll go.” Y/N touch Alfred arm. “I need to walk before the strom cage me.”

Alfred giggles knowing she perfectly can use the manor for doing whatever she wants, if she asks it, Bruce won’t doubt to set a runaway track inside for her.

The small fruit patch is the last thing that reminds as their parents build it; it isn't Bruce's favourite place but he makes sure that the time hasn't passed around there. The same careful and delicate lines of fruits inside of a white tent, a couple of hampers at the entrance and soft light coming from the ceiling. 

As always. Y/N takes her time choosing carefully one by one, filling a small hamper. Many years ago Bruce would be delighted to be there with her, just admiring how such a tiny girl could bring peace to his troubled mind. 

Bruce loves berries with a piece of pie, so this barely is enough for one.

“Miss Wayne.” 

Y/N jumps, making a few berries fall on her way back to the manor, his clear confident voice makes her cheeks turn red, at the same time her blood runs cold.

“What are you doing here?!” Y/N left the basket in the ground, moving her eyes around the place; between the trees, at the distance of the manor and inside the patch.

Bruce makes the manor a fortress, he's aware who, when and where someone gets inside. As she is totally aware Superman isn’t in his VIP list.

Superman giggles for the rush she had to pull him back to the ground.

“My flower was rejected as always…”

“You know I always told you not to give me flowers.” Y/N mumbles as his blue eyes stuck on her.

He looks at her with that warm-hearted expression on his face, the one that makes the world soften.

“I always expect one day you won't say that.” He takes out another trillium from his back, giving it to her. 

Y/N this time accepted her, without looking at the flower, her eyes are on him, as a smile is fighting to not appear on her face. He holds it between her fingers like it's something more delicate that it seems. Something that shouldn't be broken.

“This makes you look cuter than the big man in the newspapers.” Y/N tells him half of the joke, half of the truth.

“You think so?” That calm and serene voice is what makes her heart feel at ease, as his smirks make her bit softly her lip.

The silence that follows was different. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was full of possibilities. Sun finally disappears and the winds turn colder. Then the sound of the Bruce engine is heard in the road of the Manor.

Y/N tense at the moment, turning around her face right to the big path of the entrance.

“Bruce.” She whispers as she rushes. “He…He…God!” Her face turns around to the path of gravel and the big fountain. 

“You need to hide.” Y/N exclaimed with a low and rushed voice. 

He didn't move, but she was pushing him to the closest grove. 

“Super guy help me here, don’t stand there!” Y/N whispers, in a strange mixture of rush and having fun. 

She is trying to push Superman for christ sake, what can be more ironic.

He gives in to the warmth of her hands that guide him. Y/N pushes him behind a dense hedge, the trees forming a small refuge between the shadows. Standing there, Y/N realizing the proximity she created, still his hands were at his sides, a tender smile on his face, eyes drunk of her.

Their breaths increase and she could swear her heart is about to explode in her chest; she isn't cold even when the lightning is shining bright in the sky.

The strong sound of the door from Bruce's car makes her react forcefully, turning around, just barely taking a few steps away, he still has the flower between his fingers. Y/N took it full of confidence and slid it inside of the back pocket of her jeans.

Like his eyes were a magnet, her eyes are unable to not look at him.

“Don’t say anything.” Y/N mumbles and before he could answer, she stands on her tip toes pulling him softly for the back of his neck.

It was a brief touch, her lips against his, but it's the breaking point of all those months with unsaid things.

The night encounters in a lonely (let’s not take in count the robots moving around) building, the stories, jokes, moments of vulnerability and brief touches that were increased to the day he felt his heart was about to come out of his chest when Y/N hugs him after a long and tense day.

He knows it, but it is hard to put it into words; not when the girl in front is fully protected and covered by the night.

When Y/N split, he looks at her with surprise as a wide smile forms in his face, making those dimples appear, that tenderness is visible every time he looks at her. 

“Stay here.” The naughty smile on her face makes him giggle, forcing himself to press his fist tight, because right now all he wants is kissing her one more time. “Don’t come out until that light is turned on.” 

Y/N points to the big dark window across the massive garden.

While she was walking away, take a look over her shoulder, feeling her cheeks burn and her lips had a tingle sensation on them.

Bruce noticed her before opening the big doors of the manor; Y/N composed her face in total serenity almost theatrical.

“What are you doing there?” Bruce asks, visibly tired but his expression softens when Y/N raise the basket she got to grab on her way back.

“Picking some berries.” Y/N lift the basket causing Bruce giggles. 

“It’s late and…” 

Y/N reached him putting his arm around her shoulders. “And I’m completely safe, come on Mr. Wayne, only a dumb criminal will dare to put an eye on this house.”

Bruce scoffed, taking a few berries from the basket. “I’m afraid I'm winning the bad side of more than a lame criminals, plus something or someone triggers an alarm in gardens.”

Y/N twisted her mouth, she already knew about the unfriendly encounter Batman and Superman had a few weeks ago; it was a tense interrogation that Superman cuts without warning claiming there must be another way than throwing punches as the man is against the wall; Batman finds it hard to find another way with a person who is been giving nightmares to innocent people around Gotham.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry and God! You look like you are begging for a hot bath.”

Bruce nods, letting his little sister drag him to the inside of the house, but before disappearing through the massive doors of the manor, she looks to her left, wink at the darkness, knowing behind the shadows a silent promise of red cape and trillium in her pocket.

Clark waits until the light illuminates what he now can see as a big study, books in every corner, a big table at the opposite of the windows with a big painting of Thomas and Martha Wayne, elegantly dressed holding each other arms with a soft smile and tender gaze.

Y/N smiles when across the raindrops and black sky, a red dot goes through the sky.

°°

“What do you know about Wayne?” Clark asks after reading the article Jimmy writes about the unusual visit of Bruce Wayne to Metropolis. 

Jimmy turns in his chair with the pen tapping his forehead. 

“What Bruce Wayne wants people to know.” 

“That is…” Clark turns around with a gentle curiosity, Jimmy smirks as told him the details he could know.

Thomas and Martha Wayne were murder by a thief after coming out of the opera, in front of the eyes of little Bruce, leaving him with a massive responsibility over his shoulders; a company, a legacy and a baby little girl that he has made sure to look out and protect. The details behind that, Bruce makes them look like a holy secret, especially after the Riddle attack 5 years ago.

“Why?” Jimmy wonders seeing Clark’s eyes lost on the floor.

“Well, he’s so dismal and reserved on the other side… Y/N is bright but at the same time she had that expression that definitely told you she's Wayne…” Clark shakes his head. “I just wonder how there can be such a difference…”

“...Gotham police are now in the area making a perimeter. Bruce Wayne of course has already canceled all his schedule that would take place in Metropolis this week. We’re with you Chris...”

The T.V stole the attention of all in Daily Planet. In the screen you can see the movement around a building, smoke coming from the upper floors and police moving around like crazy, under the usual pouring rain and black and grey coats of curious people.

“We still don’t know what could happen but the initial report is something that exploded on the 16th floor, apparently in that floor there was a meeting…”

All the cameras, flashes and police attention divided between the firetruck coming down the road and the luxury black car behind it, coming out Bruce Wayne, who seems to be aged 10 years, with dark circles and a terrified expression on his face. 

In that moment Clark blood runs cold, making him freeze when he hears the question that no one asks.

“Mr. Wayne, can you confirm your sister was in that meeting?” Followed by that dark and furious expression Bruce eyes before keep walking immediately covered by police as a commissioner tries useless to stop him behind the security line.

“MR. WAYNE!”

Then the camera goes back with Chris, their contact in Gotham, but Clark's eyes are stuck; in the brief seconds Bruce Wayne is still on the screen, apparently he doesn’t need to say anything for the cops to let him pass.

The last scene he has is Bruce Wayne being stopped by a cop pulling him for his coat, dark eyes stuck in the hand that holds Bruce’s sleeve as the cop slowly retreats his hand, finally letting him go inside.

“I guess that’s why Bruce is called, Prince of Gotham.” Jimmy said to an empty chair.

[keelt9]

Cherry VII

Masterlist

At that rate, she ends up overworked or finishes a whole wall in a week.

Y/N forbids herself to cry or feel pity. After that day, she wiped her tears, shook her head and went back to work. Fakes all is normal with the team, with the people and with her family.

Repeating herself, it's love after all, she won’t die of a broken heart.

“Am, Y/N.” Harriet says under the scaffolding. “Lennox is here.”

Y/N bluffs she could feel this coming, but expect the team to let her work another week at her own rate.

Taking a deep breath, let the brush where she was sit, going down seeing Lennox; a press smile and arms crossed.

“You don't mind if I take her for today, right?” Lennox asks observing the team.

Ron shakes his head taking the glasses of Y/N’s head and the helmet.

“Be our guest.”

Y/N didn't complain, she already knows it is useless.

Lennox took his time. They went to the house, spent the day resting and talking, until they went out to the backyard, with a chocolate between their hands.

“Do you want to talk?” Lennox asks, sitting on the wood stairs.

Y/N sits next to him. “That's what I've been doing all day.”

“Y/N…”

She grabs her brother's hand. “I cut it out, before this grows, I cut it out.” Y/N scoffs. “Actually I just waited as things developed.”

Lennox nods seeing his sister. 

“Who told you?” He scoffs as sees her looking at the rose bush of their mother. “No one, I saw you…and heard and saw some things.”

Y/N tilts her head, rolling her eyes.

“Have you taken a proper look at how dad looks at mom?” Lennox smirks with love. “Those soft eyes, the almost unnoticeable smile, no blushing, just his face brighter.”

“You don't need a firework on your face to know it's love.” They said in unison. 

That's what their parents say every time they speak of love. 

Y/N laughs with nostalgia, those were incredible memories they had in that house. 

Lennox pushes her softly. “You had that face last time I saw you, seeing him.” He grabs her head kissing it. “The rest is 1 plus 1.”

“It's been a month, Lennox.” She saw clouds getting grey in the distance. “I made a mistake, and believe me, I'm paying for that.”

The first week she foolishly believed he actually could be true; he was saying the truth.

“You saw the news huh?” Lennox resisted smashing the chocolate between his hands.

The news has Max face all over it, back on the paddock with a stunning girl at his side.

“The town loves him, impossible not to.” Y/N claims rubbing her hands in her jeans.

Lennox, clicks his tongue as hugs his sister wishing he could get rid of that sadness with that hug. 

“I'll be fine, I came here for healing, so I'll be fine.” She laid her head on his shoulder.

Both see the lighting in the distance. “Can you help me with something?”

Lennox nods, pressing her tight.

“Don't make a fuss about this.” Y/N scoffs. “The other two already know, and I'm grateful they aren't doing the big baby sister show.”

The siblings laughed, seeing the clouds closer and closer.

“Deal.” Lennox tingles his pinky finger with hers. “You will come to mom's birthday?”

That's the Lennox she knows, preparing for any possible disaster. 

“Italy, huh?” 

Y/N has barely known anyone more extravagant about birthdays than their mom. They only were able to stop her when Holt turned 16 as he got tired of the stunning thematic parties. He chose a birthday cake with his parents, siblings and their uncle and aunt. 

“We're eating a lot of pasta in a month, little girl. If that does not fix something, then we are in serious problems.” 

°

The town prepared to give the team a goodbye, even though they will come back in two weeks. All are thankful they haven't given up, all they have done from the church to the new shape they’re giving to the town. 

Harriet, Mila and Ron said goodbye in the train station; Y/N won't stop at her house, instead she will go right to the airport, her aunt will bring the clothes she could need. 

“Have fun ok?” Mila said, hugging her softly, before giving his chance to Ron.

“I want to get rid of you for at least two weeks.”

“Take care of my car, ok?” Ron nods, shaking the keys. Y/N laughs pushing him as she extends her arms to Harriet.

Any words just a smile on her face, and it's all she needs.

As the train goes through the trees and the small village, she knows whatever happens in those two weeks, Max Verstappen will be another random person in her life, whatever the cost will be.

°

Monza is one of the most symbolic tracks of the season, finally in front of his eyes.

He’ll be there in the free practice, being active three GPs had an expensive cost, not just the fury of the doctor but also a setback in his health.

Is the team happy? Absolutely not, they hate having their biggest driver sit and not in a car.

Now, they just reluctantly accept Max on the paddock talking with the engineers giving feedback, instead on the track giving hard time to the other teams.

“Max.” The voice of one of his engineers made him turn around. “Come for dinner?”

Max nods.

It's been two months, two terrible months where there isn't a day his head goes to her. Max knows love isn't perfect, isn't precisely…it is authentic and feels like home; begins without he expects, now he can feel it in every part of his body and soul.

Isn't a part of Max he doesn't miss her, a part of him that could find a coherent reason to let her go.

It’s been two months and that cold in his body remains as the time he looked up at the church before leaving the town.

A few drivers gather for dinner before the usual movement around a race week beginning, chatting and laughing. The restaurant is private or at least that's how they feel, not inquisitive eyes on them or cameras pointing in their direction. 

“Mr. Alderwood, this way please.” Max's blood runs cold as he hears that last name.

Max follows the waitress with a man who holds the hand of a woman. 

The air escapes from Max's lungs as he feels incapable of moving his eyes from that person.

Max hasn't any struggle to find out where they could sit, he just needs to see across the room.

“Darling.” A woman with another man stands giving a kiss on their cheeks.

“Holt.” The man said after a quick hug. “Samantha.”

Max curses low, the oldest boy of the Alderwood.

“Mom, happy pre-birthday.” Holt smiles while kissing his mom. 

Max knows he should be focused on the talk, he knows…however his attention is on the other table.

“Claire, happy pre-birthday.” The woman said, giving her a tiny box.

The woman smiles, sitting back as everyone, Holt’s back in Max's direction. “I'm starving, let's order.”

“We aren't gonna wait for the full crew.” Samantha asks, seeing Holt as she takes the menu.

“The boys and Y/N arrive tomorrow with Mr. Alderwood.” Claire clarified with a smile. “For today, Holt is my favourite kid.”

The laughs in the table make a couple of eyes go to them, if Max puts attention to the details he can see it, that's Y/N’s mom.

The same shape of eyes; the confident expression and the same tendency to keep her hand busy with something, even if just playing with her own fingers.

As the night passes, Max stands for a little bit, a few of the pilots are gone and he doesn't want to be in his hotel room.

The restaurant has a small garden where he goes, searching for the cold breeze of the night. Max jumped when he and Y/N mom crossed paths, she was about to go back to their table after taking a call, or that it seems for the way she grabs her phone.

Max blinks ready to take a step aside.

“Max Verstappen.” The woman said, crossing her arms.

“How…Do you know me?” Max feels the wind getting colder and colder.

Claire scoffs. “I don't, but my kids have peculiar ways to describe you.” She giggles, tilting her head as she raises her fingers. “From the jerk of the car, the stupid guy, a fucking boy, as other elaborate ways.”

Max closes his eyes, the woman takes mercy of him. “Claire, Alderwood’s mom.” She smiles at him. “Keep having a good night Mr. Verstappen.”

Max should be quiet and let it pass still he couldn't. 

“I never play with your daughter.” Max prays for her not to find another colorful name for him, she just keeps quiet, turning around. “I really really have strong feelings for her.”

“Present tense?” Claire asks, noticing honesty in those blue eyes.

“As hopeless as it sounds.” 

Claire thinks for a second, and admits what she hates. “Listen Max, I'm not the most indicated person for you to talk about this but…so you..”

“I'm not trying to intercede for me or give me advice I just want, need some of you know, I'm not lying or faking something I don't feel.” Max tossed his hair.

“Mom!” The voice of Holt alerts Max, and Claire; if one of her boys sees him, things will be like walking on eggshells.

The desperation in his eyes makes her act with the heart. 

“Max you want to talk, I gladly hear you but not here, believe me those boys…” Claire turns around seeing Holt coming.

“Want to rip my head.” Claire laughs seeing Max so resign. 

“Do you know the coffee shop in front of the big tree downtown?” Max nods. “Do you mind talking there early in the morning?”

“Thanks.” He only said. “9 am it's fine?”

The woman nods rushing inside of the restaurant grabbing Holt by the arm.

“Honey!”

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“What?!” Y/N shouts sitting on the couch. “She what?”

Jack, Claire's husband repeated. “Go to have breakfast with a friend.”

Kilen sits next to his sister. “She told us we better arrive earlier.”

Lennox shakes his head. “I told you the flight schedule at 7 am was fine.”

Mr. Alderwood laughs, his kids are grumpy for taking a flight at 3 am with empty stomachs.

“Let's go.” He said walking outside of the village they rent. “Breakfast is on me.”

Y/N stood laughing when Kilen extended his hand as she pulled him, putting all her weight down. 

Holt grabs Sam walking outside as Lennox plays with them too; grabbing little rocks from the gravel throwing at them.

The same routine like every time they're together.

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For two hours Claire hears Max. What he and Y/N have been through is amazing. Max probably hasn't realized but Y/N does things that only used to do with her brothers, adding a special touch.

Claire grabs her coffee, black no sugar; when Max hears her order an instant smile is in his face; for a second the feeling of those days where she approaches Max with a smile as he has her coffee ready, feels so vivid.

“Max, Y/N has wounds.” Claire begins. “Wounds that we aren't proud to say but are in a big part for us.”

Max sees the pain in her switch for a total devotion. “My kids has their particular way of showing love.’” She smiles seeing the photo on her phone. 

Three kids gather around a square table, cookies, milk and fruit in the middle; a little baby in a baby chair, stealing all the attention of the T.V.

“Holt will cover you in love and praise words, boy of words; Lennox will be running wherever you are even when you tell him not to do it, a supportive boy; Kilen, God! that kid is a bubble gum, hugging you, grabbing your hand, kissing you even when the temperature is like hell.”

She sees Max. “My little girl is a girl of act. Her way of showing love could be to prepare breakfast early in the morning, give you a pill for you while you're in bed sick, do something special for you, without a reason.” She searched on her phone for the picture.

Handmade ornaments for Christmas. 

“So, what I am saying is, I won't intercede for you, but if you let me give you horrific advice from a mom that won't give up because she loves the moments where her daughter just lets herself be loved.” She stands taking her things. “What you see in her eyes is honest and pure but she's like a painting, an old one, you need to help her to reassure and trust in you.”

Max's brain works at a hundred miles per hour. “Is she…”

“Have a good weekend Max, and a good race.”

Claire said walking away with 93748 missing calls from her family.

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In the village you can hear the noise of a lively home, laughs and shouts coming from inside.

Kilen was the first one who saw her. “There she is! The missing mom.”

Claire laughs as she receives the hugs. “Happy pre-birthday mom.”

“You can't let us sleep one more hour, right?” Lennox asks, kissing his mom. “Happy pre-birthday mom.”

“You let us have 4 grumpy kids, Jesus Claire.” Mr. Alderwood hugs her too. “Happy pre-birthday.

Claire observes Y/N who is waiting as she smiles at her mom. “What? You actually believe I arrived the day of the party?”

“Actually at dinner when the party is over.” Claire jokes, kissing her head. “Thanks for coming sweetheart.”

“Happy pre-birthday mom.” Y/N deep inside begs a mom hug helps to get rid of the pain she's been feeling. “It's nice to be here.”

Holt adores the moment where his mother and sister actually are like this, just as the time stopped when Y/N was 5 years old, and she claims to be just like their mother when she became an adult.

“So mom, you have us for a full week.” Lennox says pinching the cheek of Y/N. “What are your plans?”

With a full schedule that will begin tomorrow morning, for that day, she just wants to enjoy the day with her family and a special request for Y/N.

“Why me?” Y/N said, lifting her eyes from the floor next to Holt.

“Yeah, why her?” Kilen asked, sticking his tongue out to her.

“Don't be jealous, Kilen." Lennox teased his little brother.

“I haven't seen your sister. I want a date mom-daughter." She grabs Sam's shoulder. “You'll be fine with so much testosterone darling?”

Sam shakes her head; she’s been dating Holt for three months. “Don't worry, I have it all under control.”

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The dinner is going pretty good, a lighter talk about memories and funny stories from the past months has both women's laughs as they eat.

“Aunt May said the church is going amazing.” Claire sees Y/N as serving more wine.

When May told her, she accepted being in charge of the area related restoration, Claire was over the moon, things kept between family.

Y/N nods. “We almost reached half of it, just the rainy months would give us more troubles.”

Claire shutter but sometimes even if she hates, Y/N needs a small push.

“What about the person?” Y/N stop, stabbing her cannelloni. 

Faking calms, she smirks. “He lied, I ran away, we collided at 300 km per hour…” She plays with the just murder desert. “He moved on, I'm still fighting to do that, that's all.”

Claire grabs her daughter's hand before the poor cannelloni suffers another stab.

“Can I tell you a story?” Claire sees Y/N rolling her eyes about to complain. “Please.”

“The wine is almost over.” Claire giggles asking for another bottle.

Y/N hears the divorce story hundreds of times, but never about the reason behind it.

For what her mother told, as they keep growing in their own company, establishing strong steps and solid pillars; they realize maybe, highly probably their paths are drafting away. There were countless times they tried to meet in the middle but that only meant giving up a lot of dreams. After a long and painful talk, they knew what they had to do.

Claire sees the pain in her daughter's eyes as she did years ago, when she told the boys; a pain of whatever they did in those words anyway was useless.

“There are times where the biggest show of love is moving on…each one in their personal path.” Claire wiped the tear that slipped from Y/N cheek. “But look at us! After a terrible second marriage and a divorce…”

“Again.” Y/N replay with a cheeky tone.

“Yeah, again. I'm happy with Jack and your father God! It's been a while since I saw that sparkle in his eyes with the woman he’s been hanging around.”

Y/N nods looking at the distance. “I loved you father, he gave me the best in my life, my four kids; however, that love we had for each other expresses itself in letting us go.”

Y/N reminds silence before speaking with a dry laugh. “Is your way of telling me, I should let Max go? Because it's… I love him.” Those words were so light, almost like a silent whisper.

There it is. 

“I never said you love him.” Y/N turns around seeing her mother with a tender smile as she feels her heart beat like crazy. “Like I never said you must let him go. Has it ever crossed your mind that's is his way to say it?”

Y/N feels her mouth dry as she grips the fork in an empty plate as the memories flow her mind.

“Do you….?” Claire feels so moved seeing the rogue daughter quiver as the hopes appear in her eyes.

“I think I need a whiskey before we leave.”

Y/N knows her mom hates whiskey.

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Hello world 

Hello Mexico!

Our athletes had an amazing weekend, especially in diving. 

Our youngest divers in getting a bronze medal, Mia and Lia Cueva. Yes they're sisters, to be precise they're twins!

Osmar Olvera, won the world championship with a dive of 102 points.

Isaac Del Toro is now 12th in UCI, he goes up 46 positions!

In a country like mine where sport is the last priority of our government this is massive and fantastic news. 

Personal wish, if Checo announces his comeback will be a blast (Let me dream a little bit). 😭

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Sorry, I tend to get nervous after having a great week and back to post again, so I need something to write to help to calm down. 😬

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THE WAYNE’S (1-?)

A/N: I’m in the Superman hype? Yes I AM, hahaha. I went to the movie theater and OMG!

Although it probably won’t be like a complete story, I don’t know, I’ll see if it works or I completely mess up. 😅

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Among the darkness, one light is enough.

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

Wayne Manor, a castle, a prison, the luxury or the chains, it could be any of those; still it keeps rising at the end of a long path surrounded by big trees and the fog of the morning. 

For her, she chose to call it home.

“Why?” Alfred appears behind the big doors, with his usual clothes smartly dressed as he just takes iron. “My little girl.” 

Y/N runs to hug Alfred in a tight envelope of her arms around Alfred’s neck, making him giggles and touch her head as she relaxes. 

“You should warn me you will come, I’ll prepare more than a lonely welcome.”

Y/N smiles splitting. “I did. I sent an email to Bruce.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly like sending mail to no one.” Alfred jokes, grabbing her hands. “It’s good having you back.”

“OH MY GOD! OUT LITTLE ALMOND!” Dory, the maid of the manor since who knows when screams when she sees Y/N with Alfred in the main door, running to hug her as she shakes Y/N like a bottle.

“Hi, Dory.” Y/N laughs, finally seeing the inside of the manor.

Yes, nothing changed, the big windows shone, the dark furniture clean and the big tables with delicate vase as the curtains kept open, of course the sound of the chimney and the aroma of blueberries and coffee. 

“Still the same, huh?” Y/N ask when finally let her go.

“Master Wayne is a man of old habits.” Alfred claims winking at her. “I’ll go to wake him up, he owes me an explanation.” 

Alfred is already going upstairs as Dory holds Y/N hand clearly excited.

“Let’s go little almond, you must be hungry.” Y/N sees her suitcases outside. “Oh, don't worry, I’ll send someone to take those to your room.”

In the middle of a full breakfast as Dory told her the latest news as the few changes have been around this place, Y/N finally starts to feel like home.

“You, little tricky girl.” The deep voice of Bruce makes her turn around, as a smile grows bigger, practically jumping over the chair as Bruce catches her in the air.

“BRUCE!” 

Bruce sighs in relief, Y/N is finally at home, it’s been 5 years he must send her away, claiming he only wants her safe and Gotham is the farthest thing from safe, now she is finally back in home, her little sister is back home.

°

The Battsy place is clearly the point of improvement and technology, still darkest as the night.

“I hope you pay Alfred a nice amount for the double work.” Y/N sentence as walks around the cave with Bruce stuck to his suit, making it a correction. 

“Belive Y/N, Alfred less worry is money.” Bruce claims as he observes her arms crossed over her chest taking a detailed look around the place.

Of course Bruce refuses she knows it, of course he does, but after a bad night where he enters the house badly wounded to the point Alfred must call a doctor. He was forced to tell her, swearing one thing, he will keep her safe no matter what.

“Are you ready for your big comeback?” 

It’s been a week since Y/N came back and still she hasn't let anyone other than people of the manor see her; today they had a charity event, a big event, the perfect occasion announcing the return of the missing heir of Wayne’s enterprise.

Y/N clicks her tongue, she as Bruce likes the low profile things. “Alfred already made me try 5 dresses for the night.” 

Bruce giggles. “Yeah, I choose those.”

The pen hitting his back is something he could feel before it happens. 

°

The hotel where the event will take place quickly lost the calm of a charity thing, when coming from a big car, what the media call, “Wayne’s detonator’” came out with an elegant black dress, honoring Wayne’s demure, elegance in black and white.

The question goes from “Why did she come back?” to “Have she heard the mess Batman is making?”

Y/N calmly and politely try to answer many questions as phones and microphones appear right to her face leaving her no space to breathe.

“Miss Wayne…” Y/N hears among the noise and camera flashes. “Clark Kent from Daily Planet.”

Y/N narrows her eyes trying to see clearly about the flashing lights. 

“First of all, welcome to…”

“Are you concerned about Wayne's business with the Bat free and messing around with rich people?”

Y/N closed  her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Mr. Reporter, do you mind?” The reporters shut down and the lights went down. “Mr. Kent, is nicely asking me a question.”

The reporters keep silent. “Do you mind letting him fish his question? After all he’s the only one who has been addressed to me like a person, instead of an answer machine.”

A few bluffs and mumbles are heard, still Bruce and life has taught her how to deal with this. 

“Ok, Mr. Kent, you were asking.”

Among the reports a curly dark hair and clumsy man with glasses appears with a small notebook in his hand, a recorder thing among his other hand that he keeps close but at proper distance from her. 

“Yes, thanks.” The man makes his way apologizing to the people he pushed to be in front of her. “I was wondering, years ago, before leaving you mentions about helping women in potential risk, the time away changing your mind or the refugee thing that Mrs. Wayne barely put in paper is still on table?”

Y/N smiles softly, for all of the questions this is one she couldn’t expect.

“My mother left a really solid project, my time away only prepared me to accept the change with more knowledge and preparation. If things go as I expected you can stop asking me this like it's something impossible, and ask me this like a project is going on.”

Clark smiles. “Do you actually believe, in Gotham something like that will actually work?”

Y/N tilt her head as she stands straight. “I chose to believe in Gotham citizens, Mr. Kent.”

At the distance Y/N notice Alfred appearing, that means Bruce is in the building after his night rounds.

“Well, even though I was having a blast, I’m afraid I made my brother skip this experience.” The reporters turn around searching for Bruce, just one keeps his eyes on the girl who is walking away, confident and powerful. 

By the time reporters notice, the door of the hotel is opening for the Y/N entrance as Bruce is waiting for her, with a black suit and his usual poker face. 

“I’m sorry for taking your moment.” Y/N jokes with him as Bruce extends his arm for her to take it. 

“Oh, please be my guest.” Bruce sees the clunky reporter who is taking notes as people push him searching for his next victim. “Clark Kent, in Gotham, I can’t believe it.”

Y/N follows his eyes. “Do you know him?” 

Bruce takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t say that, he isn’t even from Gotham.”

“What?” 

Bruce turns around for walking inside to the big room where more noisy people are waiting for them

“He’s from Metropolis, and for what I could dig in, a close friend of Superman.” Bruce's eyes go darker. “The good guy.”

Y/N knew it since Superman appears around Gotham, Batman is starting to be seen as the evil instead of a helper, the claps and cheers goes to Superman and the throwing stones and curses goes to Batman.

People turned him into evil in black. 

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“Is she pretty?” Jimmy asks Clark in the last touches of his article about the questions around Y/N Wayne return.

Next to his article a photo he took where Y/N is gracefully walking with the iconic expression of a Wayne, serious face but with an almost imperceptible grin on her face.

“What?” Clark asks to roll around taking a few papers. 

“Yeah, is she pretty?” Jimmy follows him. 

Clark put her photo in front of Jimmy's face. “Look at her and you tell me.” 

Jimmy laughs, he’s supposing Clark is still mad for the fact as a punishment for getting late, send him to Gotham to cover another non exclusivity about one of the most powerful families as the city is submerged in a witch hunting of rich and influential people. Hoping if nothing is wrong the Wayne’s will be giving another exclusivity from that spot.

“She’s more than pretty.”

Weeks passed and the show about the Y/N Wayne started to fade away, following her parents step, she’s been dedicating her time to work and help people in Gotham.

Until the first incident happens.

Gotham is not the safest place however it has improved since the last time she was there; everyone knows that, but Bruce is on his nerves every time he finds out Wayne's enterprise is involved, which means Y/N is involved.

Since she takes charge of the same social help that their mother did.

Multiple help centers have been receiving attention, hospitals are highly monitored and the Wayne tower has started to turn into a fortress.

“You're overreacting.” Y/N claims as Bruce keeps walking along the windows of her office. “Bruce, you know we can't…”

“All I'm asking is please use this.” Bruce points to the unusual bracelet that seems like a simple one. “I need to know you're safe.”

“Bruce…” 

The emotionless eyes as the tight mouth in a line, told her what she needs, he's not negotiating.

Y/N takes the bracelet, it is nothing unusual, a silver bracelet. She takes it and puts it around her wrist.

“I'm sorry, but if something happens to you…” 

Y/N stands as and hugs him softly; wishing Bruce understanding no matter how or what happens, she always feels safe knowing Bruce is with her.

“Just don't keep under a magnifying glass, ok?”

Bruce laughs. “Belive me is not what you think, just it's my way to keep you safe.”

“Ok, Mr. Wayne.”

“You will go to monitor the rebuilding of the hospital?” Bruce asks to see her, the fancy suits gone, replaced with jeans and t-shirts.

“Yes, I need to confirm some things.”

The Gotham Hospital was the beginning of everything, this was the first hospital that Thomas Wayne works at, and the first one in fall when destroying the legacy of the Waynes began. 

The reason why Y/N decided to start from the roots, rebuilding it, proving to the people among the ashes and rocks, you can start again.

“Miss. Wayne, we finished, do you need a ride back home?” The architect asks perking over the small office Y/N to get to the ensemble in the borders of the construction.

“Thanks. Alfred will come and pick me up, go and have some rest. You've been working hard.”  The architect smiled walking away. 

Half true, half lie. 

Alfred will come pick up late, later at night. 

It’s been a couple of days that workers in the hospital have been claiming strange things are happening; things that they remember have done, appear different; or things they scheduled to do by the morning are already done, among other things.

Telling Bruce will imply having him and his tech weird things around this place, so she decided to go to the basics, a simple investigation.

It was around 11 pm when she could hear weird noses coming inside of the structure, by the time she perked in the window strange lights were barely visible inside. 

Y/N observes her wrist, it wound’t be harmful take a look, besides, Bruce can appear at any second just pressing the right pearl, right?

Y/N curses herself low, for being an attempt of investigator, she’s trembling just walking to the dark structure only armed with a lantern.

“This primitive way of building…” Y/N hears, late. 

Turning around the first corner a kind of blue robot appears holding the sketches of the hospital,avoiding crashing with her.

“Oh. Miss Wayne, good night.” 

Y/N tilts her head wanting to scream so bad as she takes a step behind, as her hand shakes. “What?”

“Oh, I’m sorry for my bad manners, let me introduce myself.” The robot extended his hand. “I’m four.”

“Ok, I’m going to faint." Y/N grabs the wall as the robot approaches her, or tries because her hand raises, making it take distance. 

“FOUR! Where are you?” 

It is not that hard to recognize that deep and low voice, it’s been in every news; making her feel dizzy and hear head start to spin.

“I’m  dreaming! Yeah, that's it. I fell asleep.” She let the lantern fall, as she pinched her arm and closed her eyes, yelling in pain. 

By the time she opened her eyes, the big man of the newspaper and news was in front of her. Blue suite, big red S in his chest, black curly hair, eyes round as he approached to help her.

“NO!” Y/N shakes her head, stumbling as walks backwards. “I… I just need air, ok?”

“You’re breathing air, Miss Wayne.” Four remake winning that line straight eyes from her before walking to put aside, rubbing her eyes.

She has learned to feel the presence even in the shadow so it isn't unusual she can feel him at her back, waiting.

“Is that much… asking to explain what the hell is going on here?”

“I utterly prefer you sit Miss. Wayne, before I speak.” 

Y/N sits on the ground making Superman smirks for taking literally his words, he sits at a proper distance from her.

“Well…”

He explains; when he heard about the issues Wayne enterprises are having for getting funds for social help due the most part of money is in tech areas, he notice has a couple of extra hands that are normally unoccupied by night, so he decided to help.

“Why?” Y/N ask now, having things more clear.

“You have a good heart and will to do the right things, among…” Superman quivers.

“Being a Wayne and living in Gotham.” Y/N is aware about the rumors that surrounded them, being the first wrecked root in Gotham.

She noticed the embarrassment in the way he scrunched his face. “Thanks…But I think for being a super man, you are pretty evident. My workers almost had a heart attack every morning.”

Both of them laugh when they see each other.

“Still you must be careful, don’t take me wrong but I heard that you and the Bat guy aren't best buddies lately.” Y/N remembers the times that Bruce tight his jaw every time he messed around the town. 

“I’m trying to help, that’s all.” 

“I’m sorry.” Another robot with the number 10 in his chest appears. “A car is coming in this direction, I suggest evading…”

“NO.” Y/N observes her watch, 12 pm. Alfred is coming. “Well, weird people, I must go.”

Y/N stands shaking her jeans. “One more time thanks for your help, a note will be nice from time to time.”

Superman smiles making his dimples appear clear and wide.

“Why are you heart racing?” Y/N sees the ten, who lights his eyes scanning the big man next him. “Do you have tachycardia? We should chek…”

“I’m fine ten…”

At the distance the sounds of wheels against the gravel announced Alfred, who came out of the car seeing her alone in the middle of a dark building.

“Miss Wayne, what are you doing outside?” Alfred approaches with a coat. “Let’s go, I'll make you a hot cup of tea for you at home.”

Y/N let Alfred put the coat around her shoulders as he led her back to the car, taking a quick look above her shoulders, she couldn’t help it, she smiled, raising among the black sky a few lights among them, a red cape steady and calm. 

“I insist Superman, your heart keeps beating fast.” 

Superman sighs rolling his eyes as he observes the luxury black car getting small in the distance.

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Inverted Wag Pt.1

A/N: It took me more time than I expected, haha, but I made it, I was released before the week was over! 👏.

Thank you so much for voting!

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Oscar has one strict and beloved role to play in breaks and vacations, and he takes it very seriously.

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3

For Oscar the end of the year is calm, until mid of January when F1 duties absorb him one more time, just he keeps in competitions, a different one.

It’s his turn to be the no.1 fan.

The rink is almost empty, after all it’s 7 am, just maintenance people. A lady, called Marina, with lethal eyes can quickly scan you like an X-Ray, a young man, Ivan, who repeats the same delicate and fluid moments to the other side of the ice and the girl of his eyes. 

Y/N in black clothes a bun at her head with a few straps loose and gloves in her hands, spinning in the middle of the ice while she raises her hands, point it’s a backward spin in the middle of the white ice and the soft and elegant music in the background.

By the music over, Oscar approaches the man as Y/N slide to Marina for indications. 

“Coffee or tea?” Oscar raises the cup holder with 4 smoky cups.

Ivan turns to his left, with a smirk on his face. It’s 7am, it’s freezing outside and still this driver is here with hot drinks.

“Coffee for me.” Oscar gives him the cup as he takes a sip of the one he had on his hands.

“How is she?” Ivan takes a long sip observing Marina pointing Y/N leg and a movement that points she must raise it higher.

“Well, it’s a decisive competition, she’s nervous but we’ve been working hard…you know her Oscar, it was hard to convinced to calm down before dropping the bomb, so, yeah we’re fine.”

Oscar nods, when he notices Y/N is about to turn, he hides, sitting on the floor.

“Anything to add?” Y/N screams at the other side as the sound of the bladders increase, however Ivan knows what’s happening so he starts to walk away.

“We need perfection that twists from the last seconds. I think I see that right leg shaking.” Y/N chuckles as the sound turns distant.

“Damn it, I thought you didn’t see it.” 

“Ok little rock, from the top.” Marina said clapping two times for the music begins.

It’s also, Oscar sings for pop up from the ground.

“She doesn’t know, huh?” Ivan asks to follow the trace of her hands with his. 

“No, she told me to arrive by tomorrow, but look at her.” Oscar sighs seeing her doing a sit spin on perfectly. “How could I?”

Oscar has seen her routine for the very first moment they decided what it will be including, to the point where she’s now, practicing for the competition in two weeks.

Still his favorite moves are the same; that fantastic double axel she does at a high speed and that slide on the ice, knees almost touching the ice, completely folded backwards and hands sliding all the way down for raising and spinning in both legs.

He couldn’t help it, by the time she finishes, Ivan takes a deep breath and Marina has the almost imperceptible smile, he knows it, she just made it perfect.

Oscar claps, finally calling the attention of the women. Marina rolls her eyes with a smile and Y/N giggles sliding where he is; Ivan makes sure the small door is open otherwise, their girl will be hugging Oscar without caring if she bumps with the wall.

Oscar holds her, lifting her from the ice as he walks backwards otherwise both of them will fall. 

“What are you doing here?” Y/N hit him softly in his back. “I told you to keep resting.”

Oscar kissed the side of her head. “And miss this, you’re crazy.”

Marina reached them with her classic long jacket and gloves in her hands.

“Marina.” Oscar said, letting Y/N finally on the ground still holding her hand.

He knows she won’t fall, he knows that…still he wants to make sure, after all she’s standing in bladders.

Marina crosses her arms. “F1 boy.” 

Ivan and Y/N look at each other as they giggle, seeing how Oscar tries to smile tenderly at her.

Marina loves Oscar, but refuses to leave it so easily to him. 

The first time they met each other Y/N made sure Marina already knew him by her words and of course his races. Y/N and Oscar story remotes to the time Oscar was in his last year of F2 and Y/N was making her first big appearances in competitions. 

What Marina feared was Oscar could distract her with early or late night races and his travels around the world. It results in the opposite, the few times Oscar takes her to the paddock, he makes sure to follow the instructions of Marina, on her vacations disconnecting her from everything and everyone, just being two of them and being the first cheerleader on the crowd the times he goes to a competition.

Still that’s how Marina works, she never let her guard down, not with her girl.

“Y/N mentions we’ll meet a few days before the competition.” Marina sentences looking Oscar eyes, as shallow.

“Yeah but… I have a few days off…” Oscar mumbles.

“Days?” Marina interrupts her, making Ivan laugh. 

Oscar raises his shoulders. “Days that make weeks.” Y/N holds his arm. “I won’t disturb, I swear.” 

Marina nods, looking at Y/N. “We’re not over, you need to calm down your body.” Y/N nods. “5 minutes.”

Marina starts to walk away followed by Ivan, but Oscar sees the cups in the seats

“I have your coffee." Oscar reaches her offering her cup with that melting smile.

Marina thanks him for walking again with a smile on her face and the same thought in her head, Y/N has one of the good guys with her.

“She hates me.” Oscar whined, turning around Y/N already drinking her water.

Y/N rolls her eyes. “She loves you babe.” Sitting for putting the protectors to her bladers, still Oscar knees helping her to put them. “She's just a hard girl.”

Oscar scoffs seeing her from the ground. She’s sweating, a lot of baby hairs all over her head still she has those bright eyes on her face.

“How do you do that?” He asks, making her furrow her eyebrows. “Making me fall in love with you every single time that I see you.”

Y/N licks her lips with a smile on her face, Oscar approaches her to give her a kiss but she goes backwards. 

“I’m sweating.” Oscar grabs her face with both hands giving her a long kiss.

“You literally kiss me in a mixture of sweating, Monster drink, champagne and you worry about sweat.” He makes her laugh as Y/N holds his hands over her face.

“You could mention something sweet about kissing instead you chose the curious mixture topic.” Oscar laughs resting her forehead on hers. “Nice.”

He kisses her one more time, softly caresses the side of her face, all the love expressed in that tender touch.

°

Throughout the first week, Oscar was what he always is, that devoted boyfriend that goes to almost every training.

The day she was buried in the GYM, Oscar chose to go only the days he knows she will have floor exercises.

Especially he avoids the squeezer ideas, like he calls it.

Y/N is with a harness around her shoulders in a platform that keep spinning, still, that harness is held to a long rope that when Ivan released it, it will lifting on the air as she spins a higher speed arms crossed in her chest, legs elegantly tingle for the speed and the strength in it.

He hates to see it, totally hates it. 

Still outside of the GYM, he's there waiting for her to come out, bags over her shoulders and if she's lucky a small candy in her mouth.

Y/N smiles when she sees Oscar waiting, leaning back in the car and a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

“Best boyfriend ever.” Y/N said, grabbing the bouquet before Oscar takes from her shoulders the bags. “Thanks.”

Oscar notices the tiredness all over her body, she tries to keep her mood cheer up, but her body is way flat for the effort and her eyes begin to close for a while.

“Hungry?” Oscar kissed the top of her head.

“I'm starving.” Y/N pouts as Oscar takes her hand, opening the door for her to get inside.

When they arrived home, he made sure she didn't move a finger, only for eating. That night after Y/N woke up from a small nap, they were sitting together watching a movie when he noticed the cuts in her heels.

“You're hurt.” Oscar points as she looks at her feet.

“I fell in the rink and the border of the bladers got the perfect position to leave those cuts.” Y/N shaking her feet isn't anything serious, if he could see the cuts, bruises all over her body when she turns professional, he would be dead scared.

Oscar stands. “No no no, I'm…” She tried to pull him back, but he's strong.

He came back with an aid kit, putting an aid band that helps to cover the cuts and make it less painful.

“Why don't you make me do that when you came all like mark for the equipment?” Y/N compliant as Oscar giggles. “So unfair.”

“You do something better.” Y/N tilt her head. “Cuddle with me for days.”

Y/N laughs, hiding her face among her hands as Oscar goes back sitting next to her hugging her closer, as both of them breathe deep…falling asleep, arms around her body, Y/N head resting in the curve of his neck as her hands grab his shirt softly.

°

By the second week, Oscar needs to do a quick stop by the McLaren facility still he promised her he will be there days before the competition.

“Where is Oscar?” Marina asked when they arrived at the airport.

“Working.” Y/N said, making sure she didn't forget anything in the car.

Marina scoffed at seeing the papaya hoodie on her, the 81 in big numbers at his back and the OP signature in front at the right side.

“What?” Y/N ask following the direction of Marina's eyes. “Oh.” Y/N chuckles giving her a small spin.

“He could give you a black or a white one, but no.” Marina takes Y/N suitcase and hers. “He chose the most discreet colour of the world.”

Then Ivan appears in the door of the airport, with the same hoodie, making Marina curse in her native language. 

“What?” Ivan asks to take the bags of Y/N bags. “It's comfy.”

“Come on Marina, give him some credit, he tried to give you one too.” Y/N teases her making Marina barely laugh.

“Oh he gave it to me.” Marina leaves the way for beginning the journey. “I told him if he can win 5 races in a row I'll wear it for 3 seconds.”

Y/N opens her mouth but Marian raises her finger sign that she hasn't finished off speaking. 

“I know he can win more but let me keep teasing him.” Marina winks at her with a soft smile.

“Madam, your tickets were properly changed.” The woman behind the desk mentioned, instantly Marina's expression changed and that dead stare. “Three seats in first class.”

“First class?!” Ivan and Y/N screams perking behind Marina. 

The woman smiles politely giving new tickets.

“Who made the change?” Ivan sees the new tickets. 

“Mr. Piastri.” 

Y/N hits Ivan's arm multiple times, making a squeaky sound, before her head falls on his arms.

“This boy, this boy is everywhere.” Marina thanked the woman walking to the check in.

By the time Y/N intended to call him before aboard there was already a message from him.

  >Have a nice flight. See you in a couple of days. 

°

It is impressive for the movement around the rink; skaters all over the place in comfortable clothes spinning, lifting and raising like they are just a feather in the wind. Some of them are mad after a bad movement, another searching for perfection and others are immersed in their minds.

Among the perfectionist ones, there is Y/N moving perfectly on timing, making strangers faces when the movement isn't perfect enough.

With the music in their head, Y/N does a feet movement, preparing for doing a double axel, follow the instructions of Marina; deep breathing, tightened her body in the perfect moment, this time gracefully lead back on the ice in one single movement; the smirk on Marina faces is the tick mark that she needs for knowing they just did perfectly.

"Ok, my little rock, let's bring your ass here, I need the glitter version." Marina mentions opening the door for them to slide outside of the rink. 

"I did amazing didn't I?" Y/N asks Marina to put on the protectors of her bladers.

Ivan pushed her, tossing her hair, Marina only had complimentary words after a big performance, laughing while walking to the locker rooms to change her clothes.

The sparkling clothes with velvet and delicate clothes are now all over the place, and team jackets are moving around the rink.

In her mind she's moving her hands before position herself and making the loop, falling strong and firm in the ice.

The loud clap of Ivan and the nod of Marina is visible from the stands, still Y/N she looks very serious, something is missing for her.

“Is that a normal expression for her?” Oscar shakes his head.

“She's not satisfied…And that's not good.”

Ivan and Marina approach Y/N as she comes closer to the border of the rink, calming her as they hear and see as she shows them what makes her uncomfortable.

Through the speakers they announced that all the skaters must prepare for the first day, the short programs  are about to begin.

“Give me a second…” Oscar rushes himself to the locker room, properly fitting his cap, preventing a show before the real one begins.

“Wait, where are…”

°

In the hallway of the locker room, Oscar found them. Ivan has a tight elastic band around her waist as she’s doing a few exercises to keep warming up with her bladers on.

“Thank God! Our savior.” Ivan claimed when he saw Oscar grabbing Y/N by her hand taking the band around her waist. “Do us a favor Y/N, listen to your man.”

Y/N was ready to complain when Ivan turned around practically running and leaving the empty hallway for them.

“What’s wrong?” Oscar sees Y/N hands on her waist, and head down, but no answer came out of her. “Y/N…”

“I feel in every jump, my waist is moving, if it moves in the rink, that will cost me several points, I need… My waist must be strong like a tree.” Y/N turns around seeing another band in her bag.

But Oscar was quicker, he carefully pulled her by her waist holding her against his chest feeling every muscle of her tense but it took a couple of seconds before finally she relaxed and put her hands over his in front of her waist.

“If you’re going to scold me this is the moment.” Y/N sighs as she breathes along Oscar, but he doesn't answer. “Oscar?”

“Oscar?” Y/N laughs rolling among his arms for facing him. He’s calm with a soft smile on his face.

Oscar has a simple request, in competition at least she’s utterly furious about to explode, please don’t call him by his name. Y/N does it, calling everyone by their name or last name when she’s in competition, because under her words, all of them are rivals to beat. 

He’s his lovely and serious boyfriend, not a rival.

“Sorry, love?” Oscar laughs, kissing her forehead.

“You got this, ok? Don’t put too much pressure on you, things could turn complicated.” Y/N sees Oscar as she carefully grabs her face. “Take it with calm, breath and trust in you.”

Y/N smiles shaking her head, as the sound of the name of the first competitor is heard. “Thanks.” Y/N only mumbles as she rests in his chest. 

“Now, please let me look at you properly.” He splits seeing her in her blue dress that falls gracefully around her thighs, and the illusion of the upper part is like a soft wind breeze. “How. Beautiful. You. Are.”

Punctuade every word with a kiss on her lips. 

“Oscar, you will take the lipstick to my girl.” Marina said walking to the hallways, Y/N it’s the first to last to come out, still she likes to keep her inside away from the noise. 

“Sorry, but she's so…” Marina shakes her head, with a smirk.

“Let’s go, Y/N, I need you to focus and calm, preferably with all your clothes and makeup in place.” Marina said walking back where she came from.

Y/N shrugs her shoulders, before grabbing Oscar's face, giving him a long kiss, taking him by surprise, before she walks in long steps behind Marina. 

“We’ll be cheering for you!” Oscar shouts before she disappears with a smile on her face.

[keelt9]

Devil In Disguise (3-5)

Masterlist

Something Y/N learned with the time is, wait and keep herself entertained.

The devil interviews improved, with time Max has good and bad days. Days where he is willing to speak with her, even confess a few things he usually keeps to himself and others where his answers are monosyllable words.

With her third month traveling around the world, stuck to who she can utterly describe as a little mad kitten, she started to work on the manuscript.

After all, today is a bad day.

Max had a bad race, the strategy was terrible, with 10 laps remaining Max knew his best result would be P9, and he was in P3.

Want it or not, she could hear the loud voices coming from the meeting room of the hospitality, the cursing words and the cold silences.

Then the door swing opened letting a furious Max walk out; tight jaw, deep breaths and mouth in a straight line.

Y/N observers with her computer in her lap, the going back to the screen fingers stuck over the keyboard, a loud thud and she was following him.

The times she spun around in her heels, 7 it's the last number she remembered.

Max is in the garage sitting, observing the car, a few rain drops falling down, as big grey clouds make the sun disappear.

“I'm so fucking sentimental, damn it.” Y/N mumbles walking where Max is.

She doesn't say a word or attempt to try to talk, just sits holding both sides of the stool close enough to hear the long and paused breathings of Max.

Max feels her right away, preparing himself for one of her classic comments or sarcastic words, until it doesn't, she just sits breathing calmly; he didn't know how it happened but at some point he starts to breathe with her.

“You can say something I'm mentally prepared for.” Max argued sitting straight.

Y/N clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “You don't need to be mad alone…or express something around the eyes of the world.” Max chuckles. “I know the strategy was problematic…”

“It was stupid.” Max growls adjusting his cap even if it doesn't move.

“Ok…ok I'm the farthest person from being expert about that, however…” Y/N pushed his arm softly. “You're done what you have to with what you had, and I bet there are just a few people who could handle that like you.”

“Are you giving me a compliment?” Max teased her, turning her head. 

Y/N fakes a laugh. “Just don't pass these emotions alone…” She looks at him. “You could have a heart attack and who will save you.”

Mad giggles. “It's not healthy, ok? Sit and don’t say anything, but not like this…In front of the problem alone.” Max didn't say anything, no joke was running around his head.

“Well, I better go, I'm being too sneaky.” Y/N stands ready to walk.

“I'll be there in a…” Max wants to cool down before his interview of the day.

Y/N shakes her head. “It's ok, you have a pretty rollercoaster day, let's call it done for today, besides I'm taking a few extra hours.”

“Extra?” Max frowned his eyebrows. “Oh! You have days off.”

Y/N nods. “It's my granny's birthday so you nicely and according to our contract, lend your jet to me, to be there and pick me up, so…”

“Make sure to bring it back with a full tank.” Max jokes with her as she keeps walking.

“That's not in my contract!” She screams far away as Max has a smile on his face.

°

Monday afternoon, Max plans a little trip; as Y/N said, his jet is already in Monaco, or not exactly.

“Did she arrive safely?” Max asks the Captain as he welcomes him in the jet.

“I'm sorry?” The man asked, confused as he followed Max to the seats.

“Y/N, she has days off and she mentions she wants to go with her granny.” Max turns around due to his lack of answer.

“Oh, she came after the GP and mentioned she already has her flight tickets, and it's okay.” Max pressed the palm against his forehead of course she has a second plan. “But she came inside and left something to you…”

The Captain points to the table in the backseat. 

“Thanks, we are ready to go.” Max said for the Captain to go and prepared all for leave.

Over the table is a note that she clearly took from the paddock for the F1 logo in the corner.

  >I almost forgot I already had a ticket. 

   Make sure to relax this week Max, and not I don't mean lock yourself in the SIM.

Then, nothing else, just one of her damn small packages of gummies over the note.

Max rolls his eyes as he smirks, opening the bag, throwing a gummy inside of his mouth.

°

“You just spent the day helping this old woman, made a cake and now, you're still working.” Granny mentions when she found her only grandchild sitting in front of a computer at 5 am.

Y/N stretched her neck standing from the computer. “I have 5 days, Granny. I still want to finish this as fast as I can.”

Granny walks to the kitchen, serving two slices of cake, milk for Y/N and a cup of tea for her.

“A problematic client?” Granny asks as Y/N takes a long sip of milk, thinking.

“He's…peculiar.” Granny chose to ignore it, that soft change in her voice. “But I have to mend myself, I was kind of rude years ago.”

Granny stole a little bit of the filling of the cake from the Y/N plate, making her giggle.

“You pretty mischief darling.” Y/N moves one side to the other her head with that grin in her face that announces trouble.

Granny giggles, seeing the massive bouquet in her living room, which she received late at night with a curious dedication.

  >Happy birthday. 

From: Cláusula 1.33 of the contract of your granddaughter. 

“Well, I'll make one of my special chocolates to take with you, so make sure to give…one to that guy.” Granny sees the furrowed eyebrows of Y/N. “I bet you're the most wonderful headache he will have in a long time.”

Y/N gives granny a mouthful smile.

°

“Yeah, sure.” Max mentions, his eyes far away from the swarm of reporters in front of him.

He got mail, A MAIL! 

When she casually told him, she will be working remotely this week; he can quote, “It's the beginning of the week so you only will give me short and lame answers, there isn't any difference.”

Attach a stupid questionnaire to the mail.

He won the Grand Prix of Hungary and he still looks mad.

“I got it, it wasn't our best race but normally after a win, you should be happy.” GP plays with him when they meet at the end of the day.

“Well…I still have a fucking question list to answer and, right, sent back.” Max points at his phone.

GP chuckles while taking his papers. Finally the race week is over. “Yeah, her family decided to anticipate her birthday, right?”

“What?” Max closed his eyes.

“Next Friday is her birthday. Jeez man, how could you not know?” GP patted his back. “She's been with us for 3 months. Even some mechanics already have a few presents for her.”

That night Max learned what he expected to be hard research; it only takes making the same question 2 times, apparently her birthday isn't a weird news.

°

Y/N got it, she canceled the work for a week, still, that doesn’t have any logical explanation of why she’s now waiting impatiently in the stands… IN BELGIUM! Oh, yeah, ALONE!

With chocolates melting in the only bag people let her have with her, due to her insistence her notebook is there and needs it to work.

“Those aren’t F1 cars right?” Y/N ask the first person who crossed in front of her wearing similar clothes as RB. 

The girl giggles and shakes her head. “There are cars for the 24 hours of Spa.” 

Y/N nods, still without any clue in her mind of what the hell is that. But asking again probably will lead to a full explanation, and actually she prefers to hear it from the driver guy.

Y/N knew all ends when people started to fade away in the stands, she didn’t know where to go, so she decided to stay in her spot waiting for someone from the Max team to remember her.

“What do you say?” Max voices it’s the last one she expects to hear.

Y/N sees the lonely track with pronounced turns and green trees in front of her. “It’s nice, amm, pretty?”

Max chuckles; carefully without causing discomfort to her, he puts a profiterole in a box in front of her with a small red candle.

Y/N is more than perplexing, it’s not only the profiterole, it's the candle and the slow and almost hushed happy birthday song coming from Max's mouth. That’s cause her heart squeezes and tears appear in her eyes. 

As the song ends Y/N observes Max who still has a race suit as marks of the helmet on his face and the redness of the long hours racing. 

“You should blow the candle or that will be over the profiterole.” Max points, causing her to scoff and blow the candle. “Listen, I know, and you’re not hearing this for me, the guys and girls have good presents for you and… I believe I can be nice with you, even if just for a day.” 

Y/N laughs raising the profiterole. “This is actually nice of you, thanks.”

“Well, that’s not all.” Y/N takes a bite of it, and it teases like heave in her mouth. “Let's go for a walk at night, it’s not a question. If you need to follow me, take it as an order."

Y/N closes her eyes, unsure if it's for the creamy sweat taste in her mouth or the casual invitation; Max smiles standing up. 

“Someone on the team will take you to the hotel and pick you at 6:40. Don't worry about anything else, got it?” 

With anything more to add, he walks away with a proud smile for the way he finally left that girl without a chance to escape from his plans. 

Until… “Max!” 

He got down his head when she reached him in a blink. “Here, Granny said she hopes this helps you be sweeter with me.” 

Y/N laughs when Max's face turns in a burning red and the multiple times he opens and closes his mouth nothing comes. Y/N walks away leaving Max speechless and eyes round open. 

The moment he opened the box the strong smell of chocolate surrounded him and a little note on the top of the chocolates.

  >The flowers are a nice detail but take care of my baby girl instead, that’s the best birthday present. 

With love Granny.

[keelt9]

GUILTY AS A SIN Part.3

Masterlist

The following two weeks it isn't necessary to say any word or ask people to notice Joe is avoiding Y/N.

“Ok, everybody can I steal a couple of minutes of you in the auditorium please?" Jenn said to the team as the training ended, with a few complaints. “You won't lose muscle I swear.”

The men laugh walking to the auditorium among whispers and mumbles. On his way Joe noticed Mr. Buxton walking inside of the room they had designated for coaching work.

Great, more people who utterly hate him in the building. 

“Ok, everybody, a short announcement slash invitation.” Jenn said. “Our lovely friends of Hard Knox are leaving next week.”

The loud complaints and questions are heard; the team has approached the Hard Knox team, to the point they consider them as part weird but part of the team. 

“So, we’re planning to say a special goodbye to them. Believe me boys, that team is making you look great.” Jenn jokes. “If any of you don’t want to, you can leave the room, it’s ok, the other who decided to stay well… will be involved in the goodbye.”

All look around the room still at any move, all want to be involved. “Great! We’re planning this.,,”

°

“Tired?” Bernard asks Y/N as they walk outside of the building, seeing her down and worried.

“Drainde, I’ll say.” Y/N giggles. “I just want to go back home, that’s all.”

Mr. Buxton hugs her with one arm around her shoulders. “You’re doing a good job. Everyone already mentioned that to me.” 

Y/N nods. “I just want to rest.” She tries to smile. “I have to cover the playoffs!” 

Mr. Buxton laughs, yeah, she will be in Buffalo for a couple of weeks after this. 

“Right. You know I already received endless emails and calls of complaints about "I don't dare not send you there” I think it is pretty clear I need you there." He laughs as they walk to have dinner after a long day.

Just like they do since he helps her that peculiar day, when a girl with red eyes and nose shows him amazing photos of a pre-season game. Bernard took a shot in that shaking hands.

°

None of the team expected a goodbye party, still they moved for the gesture.

In the conference room; drinks, a cake and a big banner of thank you with personal messages of the team are behind all the players.

After a speech from all the captains only Joe left. For the first time in weeks he dares to look at Y/N behind all of the Hard Knox crew, eyes lost at some point on the floor.

“Well, I want to thank you guys for the hard work…” Joe selects his words carefully. “I know it's been a long months and for sure we give you more work than you expected but I want you to know we appreciate it.” 

Joe takes a deep breath under the scanning eyes of Ja’Marr. “The flight back to your homes is long but I bet you're missing and want to be with your families and friends.” His words caught her attention. “So make sure to give them a big hug and spend a long time with them, they have wonderful people at their side.”

Y/N lifts her eyes to Joe. “And damn it they are so fortunate.”

The claps all around the room eclipse Joe clearing his throat, only Chase noticed the broken voice of his friend and the way he sniffed.

Joe tries to smile at Ja'Marr as he walks out of the room. It's their goodbye. The last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable.

Although Chase notices how her sad eyes follow Joe until he disappears behind the door. Only the loud claps make her turn around as she puts on her best facade.

Chase waits a couple of minutes before secretly going where he bets Joe is, in the empty stadium running around, under three single lights.

What a broken scene.

He starts to run to reach him, if Joe wants to talk, he knows Ja’Marr is more than willing to hear.

Reaching the end zone he made one single question. “Is she, huh?”

Joe raises his shoulders, faking he doesn't know what he's talking about. 

“You were an ass.” Joe stops as he scoffs. “And we both know that, still you changed for good.”  

Joe laughs sadly. “She was the most unique thing I had back then, and I treated her like a disposable one.”

“Well, she's leaving and you can be here giving the saddest scene of the night or do one thing right with her.” Ja’Marr pushed him softly. “You can at least try. She sees you just like a man, and we have a lot to lose with that.”

“It's pointless.” Joe sighs.

“Could be but at least, Joe you're proving not only her, also to you, you have grown up.” 

At almost 8 pm the goodbye party is officially over, the team must fly to New England early tomorrow and the Hard Knox team must come one last time to pick up all their things.

Walking outside of the building with the reminisce of the laughs hanging around her and the lights of the stadium next to her, illuminate her way to the bus station.

Y/N is tired but relieved for her and all the team's hard work actually is recognised and valued, still the sadness after a goodbye is palpable.

Running but unable to reach her, not because Joe doesn’t want to, but because he doesn't want to invade her, Joe walks behind her.

“I thought you won’t come tonight.” 

Y/N keeps walking with head in the ground. “I came for the team.”

With an uncomfortable silence and hands on his pockets Joe encourages himself to keep talking. “Tomorrow at this hour you’ll be hundreds of kilometers away.” Y/N scoff in sarcasm, that won’t stop him this time. “I don’t want you to leave without me saying something.”

She stops and takes a quick glance behind her, doubting in leaving and let him talk alone or cut him one more time. 

“You don’t want me to leave without saying something? Whoa! Do you know how to say goodbye now?” Joe deserve every bad word, every affront he knows still it hurst like hell,

He shallows as he takes something inside of his pocket. An old polaroid, worn away by the borders, is extended between them,

“I take this with me all the time.” 

Y/N quivers, still takes the photo. It’s definitely an old photo, probably from his first rookie days, she was working in something else on those days but what it matters isn't him the one in front the camera, it’s her. In the night after a game, she’s standing in front of the stadium just like now, illuminated by the reminisce lights, she’s not posing, and isn't aware of the photo. Is Y/N, just her.

“It’s not for the rush of the first few days that I keep this photo.“ He stops as her eyes are still on the photo. “It’s because it reminds me of you. Or what it was with you. What I lost when I left you.”

Y/N close her eyes. “I was a jerk. I still am. I don’t have an excuse. I heard and did what wrong people advised me, but it was my decisions, and my mistakes.” Joe sees her head softly moving to her left. “And I don’t think I have the proper words to apologize to you…I’m so sorry for what I did to you.”

The silence is his encouragement to keep talking.

“I lost you, I can understand…I deserve it.” He takes a step back. “But, that is far from meaning I will stop loving you.”

Y/N feels something broke inside. It’s like a broken doubt, kicking out a broken door.

Joe observes her with eyes full of water there is something more than guilty; something old, and honest. He waits but doesn't insist. 

Finally she raises her eyes and observes him in silence, his blue eyes and his mouth in a soft curve down. The weight of the silence falling among them.

“Did I was a stop by station?” Y/N grips the photo with all her strengths. 

Joe looks at her with pure vulnerability, refusing to touch her even if he’s craving for it.

“I’m going to answer you that.” She moves her eyes around his face. “But not with words. When you can see it in what I do… You have the answer to your question.”

°

“WELCOME HOME!” Shaun screams sitting on the table covered in papers, well, drawings. “Wait a second…” 

The sound of a stapler came first and finally he stands grabbing a bouquet of flowers.

Y/N giggles taking it. “Want to make me cry?” 

Shaun laughs, pointing at the bouquet. “There are aspirins inside for your headaches.”

This definitely makes her laugh, grabbing her stomach.

“Let me help you.” Shaun grabs her bag and the camera bag. “You're good?”

Y/N sighs. “With migraine but all good. I just need a 10 hour sleep before leaving again.” She smells the flowers. “You, how are you?” 

Shaun smiles, walking to sit next to her in the living room. “All good, kids are going great. We've been in the middle of a special activity since last week and it's going pretty well.”

He points to the papers. “It's writing or drawing what makes you happy during the day…”

Y/N nods. “I bet you are reading or seeing good things.”

“A lot.” He notices something seems off, a glimpse of inter battle inside of her. “Do you want to join? You can do it with whatever makes you feel troubled.”

She smirks. “Y/N…” She takes the photo she's been carrying with her since that night. 

“Omg, so cute.” He grabs it. “Bernard give you this?” 

It's visible that it's in the early twenties, and it's late at night. 

“Joe Burrow gave me this.”

Shaun is shallow and mad. “Fuck.”

A non sleep night full of confessions mixed with funny and happy stories from 3-5 years old kids keep them awake, as the morning sounds of the city set the end of the 3 months events.

Shaun didn’t say anything until Y/N asked. “What do you think?”

He pressed his lips together and put all the papers in his bag. “If you want me to tell you if you should or not trust him, I don’t believe that’s something I should say.” Y/N goes to the coffee machine, with a conflicted mind. “But I don’t believe in him and it isn't a secret.”

He walks to the cabinet to take things for breakfast. “Of course I won’t believe it if it took 5 years for your recounter plus isn' t even for him, he will show something with actions?”

Y/N rested his hands over the counter, confused and angry with herself for believing. 

“So, please, don’t trouble yourself with his words, you’re been really well without him in your life.” He kissed the side of her head. “Why add an old problem?”

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The loud shouts in the music in the background is simply fascinating…

I'm coming out of my cage

And I've been doing just fine

Gotta, gotta be down

Because I want it all

The screams around the stadium with the people chatting the lyrics are incredible, even you can see the players mumble on the field and on the bench screaming out loud.

Y/N giggles one more play and the Bills are going to the championship, and she hasn’t any bruises.

When the game is over the crowd goes wild, shouts, claps and a lot of cursing words all over the place, next to the tunnel Luka is screaming as Leonard is hugging him tight, Rachel is seeing the scene from the benches with a lot of emotion flowing on her.

In an abrupt meeting in the middle of the field after taking more shots Rachel hugs her tight as she keeps whispering. “WE’RE GOING TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP!”

Even if she isn’t officially part of the team, all get so used to her that they consider her a valuable part of the team, so she gets hugs and high fives as they go back to the tunnel at the end of the game.

Y/N waits until the last person leaves, she likes to take photos of the places after thrilling moments, the reminiscent of the happiness or sadness is something she finds magical.

With her eyes stuck to the lens of the camera she takes multiple shots around the place with any special focus, just the calm after the strom.

With a proud smile she follows the same path inside of the tunnel taking a quick scan of the photos, some makes her smile with pride, others with joy and others with hope.

Until in one of the last ones, a strange figure in the boxes catches her attention, she zooms in trying to figure out who it is.

“Y/N going home?” One of the coaches asked to walk to the locker room with a clear excitement.

Y/N lifts her eyes kind of confused. “Yeah, just a couple of days.”

He nods. “Then to Kansas, right?” He raises his hands for a big five.

She laughs nodding. “Then to Kansas.”

This was the first of endless interruptions to congratulate, ask or make sure she will be with them in Kansas, making her forget the strange shadow until she arrived at Rachel house, and start to work right away so the team has amazing photos on their way to the Championship.

“I could sleep for two days.” Rachel said lay back on the couch where Y/N is working. “Can I see?”

Even Y/N never denied a friend or family a look at her photos, still she is grateful they always ask before perking on her computer.

Y/N nods in the last touch of the photo. “You’re definitely a magician with the camera.” Rachel added.

Each photo screams her name, taking the perfect moment with the right people just a few adjustments and it’s done.

“All in a file.” Y/N mumbles before the final click. “And it’s sent!”

She laid back, hitting her back with one of Lukas toys. “Give 5 minutes and I’ll leave.”

Rachel takes the figure of Spiderman. “Shaun's birthday?”

“Yes.” Y/N lifts the drawing of Luka. 

Shaun is in his classroom with a lot of kids and a lot of balloons. “I think his present is better than ours.”

Rachel laughs, grabbing the draw. “We don't have a chance, that's for sure.”

Early in the morning Y/N has everything prepared for Shaun's birthday, his parents and sister will come to celebrate, the only thing he has to do is rest and enjoy the day.

With a day full of laughs, surrounded by friends and family, they fall asleep in the living room after saying goodbye to his family.

Monday was special but Tuesday all went back to normal, classes and work.

“Y/N! Someone is waiting for you.” Shaun screams from the door as she is drying her hair after a shower.

Y/N runs to the door half of her hair wet and the other dry. “I don't expect anyone.”

In the door a mailman is standing with a blue envelope in his hands, she doesn't have to ask what it is, she knows it.

“What is?” Shaun asks after she sings or receives and closes the door. 

She sat on the stool. “I have a citation.”

Shaun choke with his coffee. “A what?!”

Y/N explained to him she's been deliberately skipping the medical appointment for her annual check up, a one she must do for the league.

“You're such a baby.” Shaun giggles as he puts all his things in his briefcase ready to go.

Y/N scuff. “It means needles on me!” 

Y/N is not scared of needles, she's terrified of it, since she was a kid or she fainted or she cries like a baby as she grips something like her life depends on it.

“I'll go with you after classes, don't worry.” Shaun said as he giggled.

“No, don't worry, they nicely set an appointment at 11 am.” She takes all the plates and cups. “I'll bring a towel with me.”

“Make sure if you faint they call me.” Shaun mentions playfully, opening the door. “Have a good day.”

Y/N chuckles, wondering how she can have a good day when she will have a sharp point in her arm.

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Cherry VI

Masterlist

“There she is! Our biggest star.” Ron jokes when she gets down from her jeep.

Y/N prevented that, throwing her bag at him right at his stomach; Mila and Harriet laugh, following her into the church. 

“Are you hungover?” Harriet asks, seeing her with a cap and sunglasses.

Y/N leaves things over the table, taking her helmet but not her sunglasses off. “Yes and no.”

Mila shakes her head. “What?”

“I had a headache because I probably drank too much; no, because this is also a costume.” She walks inside of the church, loving the view of the left side clean and visible. 

“One more time, what?” Mila laughs, lights on all the lanterns around the place. 

Ron finally reached them, sore but laughing. “Is the fact the town is still covered with your family picture?”

Y/N gets down her head finally taking her sunglasses. “Yeah.”

She knows if people from the town know she came back right away, that smiles and endless compliments of the gala will continue here and she just wants to be calm.

“Well, you came Friday morning; you could stay a couple of days there.” Harriet says putting the life line before going up in the scaffolding.

Y/N fakes a shiver. “Can we begin?” As she goes to work.

Obedient to her words she just came out of the church at the beginning and end of the day. People see her jeep but that was the reason she left it when she went to the city, no one will know when she came back. 

Or that's what she thought.

“Taking a break?” Harriet asked, they already did, an hour ago. 

Now both girls are working on the roof as Y/N is applying a layer of a type of gel that will help her to remove the dirt of a painting.

“I'm starting to feel cramps all over my body.” 

The issue about working on the roof is you have to twist all your body while your hands and neck are focused on one task, don’t mess up.

“Do you need anything?” Mila asks rolling, searching for a relief in her neck.

“No, you?”

Mila laughs. “A massage at home.” 

“Ron!” Y/N screams, going down from the scaffolding making Harriet and Mila laugh. They don't how but Y/N will convince Ron to be in charge of that.

Ron raises his eyes seeing the girls as he keeps cleaning an old sculpture over the tables.

Y/N walks out of the church from the backdoor; when she and her brothers were kids, they discovered a wonderful spot, going up a small path you will find an old tree where and if it's late or dark due the big dark clouds, a few fireflies could be over the place.

Now it’s her comfort place, there is a reason why she chose this work among all of them. She loves the town, the people and the memories she created there, among everything else, she loves the person she left there, what all the town keeps seeing.

The little girl who loved all the ways of love, the contact, the words, the praising, the care, all of them. 

However, as soon as their parents announce the divorce; they are forced to learn that love, even when it has the best intention, tends to hurt more than a goodbye.

After another messy attempt where Y/N tries to establish something more than a friendship and fails catastrophically; among another wedding of her mother where her father gladly accepts to go because after all, they wish each other happiness. The 3 year relationship of Holt ends in a blink, Lennox running of commitment and Kilen reckless to even find something more than one night. She was more than convinced needs to breathe, breathe and get herself together. 

Heal, one more time.

Max doubts if ask or keep it his curiosity to himself. It’s the third time he could swear he heard her voice but hasn’t seen her.

Mila and Harriet are eating as they talk with people about the progress they made; they believe the rainy season that will start in a month could delay them. Ron at the otherside is learning from Mrs. Turner how to make a proper porridge. 

After Max’s sickness, and his mandatory check up he found out his eyes are getting better and better every day, as in the video call the team said, if things go as now, he could be joining them to the last races of the year.

Leaving a place hasn’t felt so terrified as now. 

He’s been asking the same question over and over again. <Did he fall in love or is it just the fact she saw him like another person, an ordinary one?>

“Ok, you're supposed to be working.” All turned around when Y/N voice came off the hill. 

People approached her to congratulate her for whatever they had done as kids stuck at her legs. Her team giggles waiting in their spots, taking bites of the snacks in front of them with a curious grins on their faces. 

“You lazy people, could you help me with something?” This time they stand up and follow her, with soft smiles. 

Max stays there feeling strange as he hears the kids laugh and scream, and endless thank you from people. 

A couple of seconds later, she came back again with an envelope; Max turned around guessing that it must be for someone else, but it was only him, the chair and tables in the tent.

“Verstappen.” She smiles softly at him, giving the envelope to him, Max choking his head. “Let’s call it a way of gratitude for helping here.”

Max scoffs at taking the envelope. “Can I?”

“All yours.” She grabs her hands at her back.

He carefully ripped the envelope laughing when he saw it, a t-shirt.

“My parents send toys for kids, random sweets, bottles of wine, etc to the adults.” She laughs when she remembers the face of her aunt when she asked her to go with her for a special one, a simple white t-shirt. “I took your gift in my hands.”

Max lift the shirt,  at the right side of the shirt a tiny cup of coffee with a phrase, <How to say f*** in a classy way.>

“Fantastic!” Max laughs; he genuinely loves it, a wide smile on his face and sparkling eyes.

Y/N feels the work of three nights and the lesson with her mother about embroidery finally are useful, her genuine smile is something unusual on her, Y/N feels she’s just giving something authentic in a long time.

“Still you miss something.” Max sees her with those spark blue eyes of his. “Your signature.” 

Y/N scoff shaking her head. “The newsletter is…”

Max notices how her smile starts to fade away, so he rushes himself. “I'm not saying for the fact your family is insanely rich.” She smirks. “I’m saying because it’s barely fair.”

“Fair?” She lifts her eyes from the ground.

Max gives her the shirt. “What? If I’m going to wear this, people must know the genius behind this.”

Y/N smiles while she shakes her head. “If you know it, for me it is more than enough.” She folds it before giving it to him. “Still thanks for the compliment.”

“ALDERWOOD! LET’S GO.” Mila screams over the hill, it’s time to go back to work.

Y/N turns around nodding, walking away. “I have to go.” 

Max nods, taking the t-shirt back, seeing the careful stitch and touching it softly, Y/N turns around seeing what Max is doing, like he actually is holding something invaluable.

The way her heart stretches as the smile on her face causes her body to freeze as she turns around; she feels scared, scared of what her brain is telling her that could be.

“Are you blushing?” Mila was waiting for her at the entrance. Harriet turns around but she has seen that expression before.

Blush in her cheek but a pale face, how shallow and the fist on her hands. “She carried all those bags, I'm surprised she hasn’t fainted.”

Mila laughs walking inside letting the two friends see each other's eyes, the panic in Y/N is enough for Harriet grabs her hand and squeezed it softly.

“Don’t do this.” Harriet begs her because she has seen what follows next. “Y/N.”

Y/N take her hand. “Do what?” Y/N rubs her eyes as her head goes straight. 

Harriet waits patiently as she orders her ideas. “That, close yourself.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I think I’m trusting so much in something and someone…I just met and that could be tricky, that’s all.”

Harriet sees her taking the helmet off the wall, shaking her head. She's about to do the same, taking distance from her feelings. 

“He could be different.” Harriet said, making her stop before crossing the door.

Y/N goes down her head, she hears that a lot, a lot of times, shaking her head as she keeps walking.

Max notices a shift in her behavior, the random talks every time she comes for her coffee stops, now if she said more than 3 full phrases is lucky, she stops looking at his eyes instead she searches for a distant point, the smiles are just a lame attempt of lifting the corner of her lips. 

She stops passing by to his classes, now she just drives back home, and their Sunday walks are over, with the excuse she’s tired or she has other things to do.

Max doesn’t know how, but this will stop today, it’s been two weeks and he can’t stand it.

Thursday, at the end of the day when there are a few people; the team is inside of the church as she goes outside with a paper mumbling something, she used to do that every time she didn't want to forget something. 

Max is acting bold but who the hell cares.

He reaches her, finding her reading some papers; Y/N barely turns around, sees him and ignores him, keeps doing her things. 

“Can we talk?” Max said feeling anxious and mad. 

“I’m busy, you should go, the day ends.” She takes a field over the table before turning around to walk away.

Max gets on her way. “Did I say or do something wrong?” Like it became a bad habit, she just looks at whatever is at his back. 

“No.” She takes a side step for walking away but he gets on her way to. “Max I’m busy, if you haven't noticed I’m in the middle of something important.”

“If you haven’t noticed I’m losing my mind.” He is falling in order to keep calm. “It’s been two weeks since you acted like I am some kind of stranger.”

Y/N scoffs scratching her forehead, but don’t say another word. “Please tell me what I did because I can't stand, you giving me the cold shoulder.”

Y/N grips the papers as she lifts her shoulders. “Nothing… Sorry… I… I have a lot of work, sorry Max.”

“Y/N, please.” Max sighs. “You don't even look at me anymore.” She has a hideous battle inside, exactly the one she wants to avoid. 

She looks at him, but he realized, his head is down, eyes at his feets. 

The door opens before any of them recognize the voice of Harriet and a strange voice.

“If you give a …” Harriet said but a man entered with falcon eyes scanning the place.

His eyes land on Max as he smirks. 

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N hates people getting in her work more if she doesn't have a clue who he is.

“Max, there you are.” He turns around quickly and he clearly recognizes the voice. “Hard, hard to find you.”

Y/N narrows her eyes as Harriet closes her eyes, a thunderstorm is coming.

Y/N clear her throat. “Yeah, sorry I’m not a painting, who are you?”

The man scoffs but extends his hand, hand that Y/N won’t take. “Max manager. I’m looking for my boy.”

“What are you doing here?” Max asks, his eyes are on fire of anger. 

The man smiles, taking his hand back in a clear disguise. “The last check ups are hell of a perfect.” Max anger drops, switching for panic. “It’s time to go, we need you in Monza, like now.”

Y/N scoffs, with a furious and a disillusioned smirk on her face. “So, this until you get healthy, you’re not in a year off?”

Max mentions about his stay it’s for resting, the year off came without him thinking it twice in a random breakfast in the park; at the benign yes, it’s his way of getting healthy in calm but after a couple of weeks, it actually turns into his favorite place. 

Harriet hides her face in her hands, if this could go wrong, this is the perfect moment. 

“I…” Max trunks around seeing her eyes dark with anger. 

“Of course it's until he gets better, come on a world wide champion in this little town for what, fun?” His manager spit more poison. “Yeah, that's funny.”

Her shaking breath makes Max's heart panic, so he tries to do something so her eyes don’t turn more dark every second, he tries to hold her.

She wipes his hand pushing them as she walks outside, feeling her heart shatter, her migrain back and her anger coming every breath she takes.

“Get out this place, this is a restricted area,” She turns around just to see Harriet with hurt eyes letting her know she was wrong.

He's not different.

“Not a fucking hospital.” Y/N walks, not inside of the church instead taking the left side to another place.

Ron has the misfortune to hear the conversation and he’s not blind he sees this coming even though he hates it.

“Y/N!” Max pushes his manager to try to run behind her but Ron grabs him by his shirt.

Max never saw those eyes on Ron furious about punching him if he insists.

“Max, go.” Ron breathes and pushes him; Mila comes out seeing Y/N walks faster with a fist tights as Ron holds Max. 

Harriet grabs Ron's shoulders. “Ron.” Before he sees Max. “Max…Leave.” 

“Harriet…” He whispers in a way of begging for a chance. 

Mila understands what is happening and joins the wall they are building around Y/N. “Max, you only get this worse, please go.”

“I don’t…” Max sees her despair among the three, feeling he just did the most stupid thing.

“Max, let’s go, I have your jet waiting for us!” His manager scream going to the car. 

The friends scoff, shaking their heads; Harriet starts to speak. “I warned you Max, hurt her, lie to her, treat her like a fucking joke, and I swore you.” 

Harriet feels awful, Y/N warned her about having high hopes, and she tried to convince her she was wrong, now, she wished to take her seriously for nothing of this happens. 

“I won’t let you even breathe the same air as her.”

Max sees the hurt eyes on Harriet, she trusts him, he believes in him and this only proves her wrong.

“Fuck! Max, let’s go.” Max walks back to the car slamming the door as controlling his anger and frustration right now it’s the hardest thing in his life. Through the rearview mirror, he saw them running for the same path she left. “That was cringe, however, in a couple of days that will be in the past.”

[keelt9]

Hi! 

I want to do something special for the next week, without a reason.

Besides my weekly schedule post I want to do a 2x1 post. 😌

It’s been a while since I haven’t thank you so…Thank you so much for reading and all the support, it means a lot. 🍒

[keelt9]

LIKE EGYPTIAN GOLD

A/N: Ok, ok, the temporary line will be out of shape but follow my lead, it will be interesting. 😂 I realized I could wait until Valentine's day, I could, but not my impulses won… I’m a little bit musical inspired. 

P.D The image is not mine. 

PROLOGUE

“Is it proper to say we tried to put glue on you and make you stay?” Carlos mentions in the middle of a hug. 

Y/N laughs seeing the farewell banner at the back of him, drinks and snacks on the table. It’s the Australia Grand Prix and her last at Williams.

The promotion that she’s been searching for since she was a mere helper around Williams garage arrived in the Qatar Grand Prix of the last season. Mercedes was having a lot of changes and Toto has already heard about the young data engineer that has been cue for position Williams in the point zone in the last races. 

An incognito test in the pretest In Bahrain; Toto put her under 3 for herself proving that what he's heard is more than true. Last night in Bahrain; Toto along with Bono and Dudley; his race engineers had breakfast here where Toto offer was set on the table. 

Y/N was strong to not faint in that precisely moment, but her emotions was expresed in a “Holy fuck!”

The arrangement was pretty quick, she will run under Williams the first three Grand Prix of the next season then her new seat in Mercedes will be waiting for the China Grand Prix.

6 months were enough for Carlos to see the potential that Williams did let go and the great friendship he developed in a short time.

At least they got a podium in that race.

“Don’t get us sentimental Sainz, it doesn’t cool on us.” Carlos laughs, there she is, putting emotions away to focus on facts and numbers. “You still see me…In black and white.”

“My worst nightmare.” 

Y/N pushes him away, for the round applause begins, and her farewell concludes.

“He’s slowing down.” Y/N sees the line just drops almost to the bottom, then the big hiss around the garage, to the surprise of the commenters.

“MAX JUST BUMPED WITH GEORGE!”

“That will be penalized right?” Y/N asks the other engineer as he smirks.

“There are turns where it's almost impossible not to bump with each other." Y/N frowned her eyebrows. “This is not a case and this is straight but I want to give some dramatism to the situation.” 

Y/N laughs, hearing the crowd in joy when the 81 car crosses the line; she is still amazed for the calm and collected Oscar Piastri, he’s been 4 months leading the championship and he’s chilling around.

The moment he gets out of the car and calmly raises his hands makes her smirk as she takes all her stuff, after all George has a podium too.

“Happy Valentines Y/N.” One of the girls said passing next to her, giving her a flower.

Oh right, it's also Valentine's day.

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Am I getting excited by a rumor? YES I WILL! 😁

If things confirm, like a meme we have in Mexico, “Voy a estar bien prepotente con un toque de soberbia.”

As he said, we’re not done, not yet! 💚