#Hermanas Williams

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heal your heart—cl16

part two (very very long and wordy)

smau + real life

carlos sainz x !sister singer reader

charles leclerc x sainz reader

catalina sainz has it all— she is a successful grammy award winning artist, her brother is a well known formula 1 driver, she has an amazing family and wonderful friends. she was also blessed with a fiance and a beautiful baby boy.. she had everything.. until she didn't. her fiance disappears and takes her son with him. catalina watches as her world crumbles...who will be there to help pick up the pieces?

fc : kali uchis

⚠️ATTENTION : TRIGGER WARNING! MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION AND ABUSE. ⚠️

part one here

part three here

part four here

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Catalina Sainz has made a paddock appearance shortly after Carlos Sainz announced he would still be driving in the Japanese GP. This is the first time Catalina has been seen since the rumors started circulating that her son was taken by her fiance who has disappeared without a trace. Her son was not seen anywhere near the paddock and Catalina was only seen by press and paps for a few moments before Williams team members swooped her into hospitality. She was later spotted in the paddock cuddled up with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner, who seemed to be comforting her in this time of need. Carlos seemed to be agitated and quiet with the press. Let us know what you all think about Catalina's appearance.

username2 : her relationship with rebecca has always been so special..idc if y'all don't like rebecca due to her past- she is always there for our girl

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username5 : the silence, the matching sunglasses, the fact they are not speaking to anyone… something WENT DOWN and they’re coming back in blood pact formation

username7 : okay but imagine your brother is a world-famous driver and you just quietly vanish across international borders and he SHOWS UP TO FIND YOU IN THE MOUNTAINS?? this family is cinematic

username8: If this ends in Carlos winning the GP and dedicating it to her with a whispered “para mi hermana” on the radio, I will lose ALL composure...

username10 : before you all start shitting on her for making a public appearance in this state... she has always been very very supportive of carlos' career and she probably begged him to not fully drop out and she came with so she didn't have to be alone again.

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username20 : and she did not really even make an appearance...you can tell they were trying to sneak her in and the paps and press were just being absolutely RELENTLESS

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username15 : You can tell she didn’t sleep. You can tell he hasn’t smiled in days. You can tell someone’s getting sued.

username17 : Carlos showing up like her personal security, emotional support brother, AND legal representative 😭 I’m in love..

username9 : mother is mothering again...i feel like i haven't seen her flip off paps in like 2 years (it's been 2 months)

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usernameee : not to be dramatic but if this was 1830 he’d have challenged someone to a duel by now

username2 : BYEEE

username0 : Ok but did anyone notice the way she didn’t make eye contact with a single camera?? She’s been media trained for this moment.

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@/williamsracing : Carlos Sainz is present at the Japanese Grand Prix and will be participating in the weekend as scheduled. At this time, he will not be making any personal statements. We kindly ask that media respect his and his family’s privacy.

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username : I saw Carlos' PR officer physically block a tabloid guy from asking about Catalina. She body-checked him. Things are tense.

username0 : what a queen give her a raise

username4 : Carlos racing with THIS on his mind is terrifying. He’s either gonna win by 30 seconds or drive straight into the garage and file for custody mid-race.

username00 : If your brother doesn’t fly across the world mid-race week to rescue you from a life-shattering betrayal, is he even a brother???

username5 : They said no comment. I said no problem, I’ll make up the entire timeline myself.

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I woke up early, the light just creeping into the room. The soft hum of Carlos pacing in the next room is the only thing that lets me know he’s still here. His presence is steady, a constant. But right now, he’s not just my brother, he’s the man trying to fix everything, trying to be everything for me when I don’t have the energy to pretend anymore. The last few weeks feel like a blur...like I’ve been running on autopilot and suddenly, the ground has dropped from under me. I want to tell him everything, that I’m not okay, that I feel lost, but I can’t. I can’t because I don’t want to break him too. But this morning, the room is still quiet, the soft morning light casting long shadows on the floor. I hear Carlos on the phone, his voice low and urgent, but the words aren’t clear. Lawyers. Calls to his manager. Something about custody arrangements. I can’t listen. I don’t want to listen. But I can’t let him drop everything for me. I can’t be the reason he cancels a race weekend. He’s worked too hard, come too far. I won’t be the reason he fails.

I take a deep breath, pushing myself up from the bed. I’m still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. My head hurts, but I ignore it. I have to. When I walk into the room, Carlos is at the desk, holding his phone in his hand, his eyes glued to the screen. He doesn’t see me at first. His face is a mask of concentration, but underneath, there’s something else. Worry. Fear.

“Carlos…” I whisper, my voice cracking as I say his name. He looks up at me immediately, the relief flooding his face the second he sees me.

“Cat.” He doesn’t even stand up. His eyes, though—they’re softer now, less angry. But still, I see that question in them. That question I don’t know how to answer. "How are you?"

I nod, even though I’m not. “I’m fine.” It’s a lie, but it’s all I’ve got.

Carlos sets the phone down slowly, his fingers brushing against the edge of the desk as if he’s about to grab it again. “I’m not letting you do this alone again, Catalina. I have been on the phone with several lawyers and some officials in Spain. You’re not handling this alone. You can’t handle this alone.”

“I don’t want to,” I say quickly, almost desperately. I can’t stand the idea of him being that worried. “But I don’t want you to cancel your race. I can’t let you do that for me. I watched you build this career piece by piece, Los. I am not going to let you ruin it for me."

His eyes flash with something I can’t quite place. “You’re not in any state to be alone right now, Catalina. You’re not okay, and I can see it. You’re…” His voice cracks, and I hate that I’m the reason for it. “You’re slipping.”

"I can't stand the thought of losing you too." His words hit me like a truck.

“Carlos, I’ll be fine. You can’t cancel your race for me. Please. I’ll be okay,” I plead, but it doesn’t feel real even as the words leave my mouth. I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again. But he can’t see that.

He’s silent for a moment, his gaze never leaving mine. I feel the weight of his stare, the pressure in the air thickening as he contemplates everything.

“I’m not racing without you,” he finally says, his voice soft but firm. “I’m not going to leave you alone with all of this, not after what happened.” He runs a hand through his hair, frustration flashing in his eyes. “You’re coming with me. You’re going to the race with me. I won’t do this without you.”

“I—” I begin, but I can’t finish the sentence. I don’t have the strength to fight him on this. I don’t want to fight him on this. I need him, too.

“I’ll race, but only if you’re with me,” he adds, his voice quiet but resolute. “You’re coming with me. We’ll go together. I’ll be there with you, every step. I’m not leaving you in this place, Catalina. Not after everything.”

"I can't race if I am worried about you the whole time. I will take care of everything, I will shield you from the press, Rebecca will be there to be with you. Please. Just let me take care of you."

I don’t say anything for a moment. I feel like I’m suffocating, but there’s something about the way he says it that calms me, just a little. Maybe because I know he’s not going to leave me.

Finally, I nod, swallowing back the lump in my throat. “Okay,” I whisper. “Okay. I’ll go with you. But only because you’re sure. I don’t want you to drop everything for me. You need to race. You need to keep going.”

His eyes soften. “We’ll keep going together, Cat. Always.”

I nod again, unable to say anything more, my chest heavy with the weight of his words. With the weight of everything.

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TW! This section discusses abuse.

The jet hums beneath us as we fly through the thick cloud cover, heading toward the race. The only thing I can hear clearly is the steady rhythm of my own heart, and the thoughts swirling in my mind, too tangled to untangle. I’m here. I’m on my way to a race weekend, but I don’t feel like I’m really here. My body is on the plane, but my mind is somewhere else entirely. Somewhere dark. I should feel relief, maybe even some semblance of peace. I have Carlos with me. He’s here, sitting across from me, his eyes on the window, his jaw tense. But inside, I feel like I’m falling apart. I want to say something. Anything. The truth. But the words are lodged in my throat, thick and suffocating. I don’t want to break in front of him, not again. I’ve already put him through too much. But Carlos isn’t going to let me stay silent. He never does.

“Cariño” his voice is low, but it cuts through the quiet of the cabin like a knife. “I need you to talk to Mama y Papa. They have seen the press and they know where I am. They do not want you feeling alone in this.”

I can’t look at him right now. I keep my gaze trained on the floor, focusing on the way the carpet fibers shift beneath my feet with every slight movement of the jet. His words, though, they hit me like a punch to the gut.

“I can’t,” I whisper, the refusal almost automatic. “I can’t tell them.”

Carlos sighs, his voice softer now, but still filled with that quiet urgency. “Cat, they need to know. They deserve to know what’s happening. You can’t keep hiding this from them. They’ll understand. You don’t have to carry it all on your own.”

I close my eyes and lean my head back against the plush seat, trying to steady myself, but it feels like the world is spinning. Why am I so scared? I’m not scared of telling them...I’m scared of what it means. I’m scared of how they’ll look at me once they know everything. Scared of how they'll feel about me, about what I allowed to happen.

“I’m scared of what they’ll think of me,” I confess, my voice cracking. “I… I’m scared they’ll think I was weak. I let him in again. I let him hurt me. And I should’ve known better.”

Carlos is quiet for a moment. I can feel his gaze on me now, even though I’m not looking at him. The weight of it presses on me, but there’s something gentle in it, something I can’t quite put into words. His next words come slow, deliberate.

“You’re not weak, Catalina. You never were. He made you believe that. He made you believe that you were the problem when you weren’t. He was the problem. What happened to you, what he did to you, none of it is your fault. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

I can feel the walls I’ve spent so long building around myself crack, the cold walls I put up to protect myself from feeling anything. But the cracks don’t stop. They break open, and suddenly, I’m not so sure I’m ready to face the storm that’s going to come.

“Carlos, you don’t understand.” I shake my head, my chest tightening with every word I say. “It wasn’t just… it wasn’t just the controlling stuff. The gaslighting. The manipulation. It was the… the times when I would tell him I didn’t want to do something, and he would ignore me. He would make me feel like I was being unreasonable. And then, when I’d try to leave, when I thought I could leave, he would beg me to stay, and I’d… I’d believe him. Every time. Every damn time.”

My voice falters. “And then it turned physical. I never wanted to say that, but it did. There were times when I’d say no, but he didn’t stop. And I’d... I’d freeze, Carlos. I didn’t know how to say no anymore. I didn’t know how to stop him.”

The words are raw, bleeding from me before I even realize it. The shame burns like fire inside me, but I can’t stop talking now. It feels like I’m finally releasing everything I’ve been holding inside, even though I know I can never take it back.

“I didn’t know how to get out. I thought if I left, he’d destroy me. If I told anyone, they wouldn’t believe me. They’d think I was just being dramatic. And I didn’t want to be the girl who let that happen. I didn’t want anyone to know.”

"I thought he'd take my son from me which clearly that assumption was not far off." I choked out.

Carlos doesn’t interrupt me, doesn’t say anything. But I can feel his hand, reaching for mine. Gently, but with a strength that tells me he’s here. And he’s not going anywhere.

“I finally left him. I did. But I... I let him back in. And I thought it would be different, that things would go back to the way they were. But they didn’t. And I couldn’t leave again. I didn’t have the strength. And I thought I could handle it.” I swallow hard. “I was wrong. I was so wrong, Carlos. And now I’m... I’m just broken. I don’t know how to fix this.”

His hand tightens around mine, his grip firm and comforting, as if he’s holding me together when I can’t. His voice is quieter now, but it’s thick with emotion, more raw than I’ve ever heard it before. He comes over and sits beside me and I lean into him- needing him more than ever.

“You’re not broken. You never were. And you’re not alone, Catalina. I’ll never let you be alone in this.” He whispers as he leaves two kisses on the top of my head and then rests his chin there.

I’m shaking, my tears finally coming as I lean against the seat, squeezing my eyes shut. “I don’t know how to fix this, Carlos,” I whisper again, almost pleading. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You don’t have to fix it all at once. Just take it one step at a time. But you can’t carry this on your own anymore, okay? Let us help you. Let me help you.”

The jet rocks slightly, turbulence lifting us a little before settling. But even as the world outside shifts, I feel something inside me begin to settle too. Carlos is right there, beside me. And for the first time, I feel like maybe—just maybe—I don’t have to carry this alone anymore.

I look up at him, my voice barely a whisper, but my heart full of something I’ve been afraid to feel for so long. “I’ll talk to them. I’ll tell them what happened. I won’t do this alone anymore.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes soften. He’s not angry, not frustrated. Just... there. He’s with me. And for the first time in so long, I feel like maybe I can breathe again.

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The paddock is a blur of flashing cameras, murmuring press, and engine rumbles. I step off that jet and straight into the chaos with Carlos by my side, his hand firm on my back like a silent promise, I’ve got you. He’s in protective mode—shoulders squared, jaw tight, sunglasses shielding his eyes even in the cloudy morning light. He doesn’t say much as we walk, but he doesn’t need to. I can feel the heat of the stares, the way heads turn as whispers ripple through the crowd. He has a soft but protective grip on my hand. I hear my name. His name. Questions I can’t make out.

"Catalina, are you okay?" "Where have you been?" "Is it true—?"

Carlos steps in front of me, shielding me with his body, and one of the team PR reps steps up to intercept the worst of it. I keep my head down. My hands tremble, stuffed into the pockets of the oversized jacket I borrowed from Carlos on the plane. I’m only here because I didn’t want him to race alone. Because he wouldn’t leave me behind.

"Ignore them," Carlos mutters under his breath. "Just a few steps more. Becs is waiting for you."

And she is—right at the garage entrance, her arms crossed and eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk. The moment she sees me, her whole face softens. She walks toward me, brushing past a reporter with her usual cool grace, and without asking, she wraps me in a hug and presses a light kiss to my cheek. I tense for a second as I'm not used to this kind of softness lately but then I sink into her. Her hold is warm, grounded. She smells like lavender and leather and something clean.

“Hey,” she says softly, brushing my hair back as she pulls away. “You don’t have to say anything. Just breathe. I’ve got you, okay?”

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. Rebecca’s not overly emotional, she’s steady, patient, and completely unfazed by the circus around us. I don’t know how she does it, but in this moment, I’m grateful she’s here.

“Come with me,” she says, her hand on my arm. “I’ve set you up with a quiet space in the back of the hospitality suite. No cameras, no questions.”

I glance at Carlos, who’s already being pulled aside by engineers. He gives me a look...a question and a reassurance all at once. I nod. I’ll be okay. Rebecca leads me away, shielding me with her presence like armor. As we step inside the garage area, I spot a familiar mop of curls down the corridor.

“Lando?” I ask as my voice cracks.

He perks up instantly and makes a beeline for me, his face lit up with a mix of worry and relief. “There you are. I came down here to check on you, princess."

Before I can react, he pulls me into a hug...his hugs are always a little too tight, a little too long, but never unwelcome.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he says, his voice muffled by my hair. “Carlos wouldn't speak and I saw all of the bullshit in the press and you didn't answer my calls."

“I’m okay,” I lie, a practiced reflex. But he pulls back, studies me.

“You don’t have to be,” he says gently and rubs a stray tear from my cheek. “You just have to let us be here.”

I feel the tears prick again, unexpected and inconvenient. I blink them back and smile, just barely. “Thanks, Lando.”

"I got you always, bug. Remember that. I got a race to work on but I love you. Stay strong for us, okay?" He says and I nod.

"Love you, Lan. Work your magic out there." I said and he lightly chuckled.

He nods, then glances at Rebecca. “Take care of my girl, yeah?"

Rebecca nods and grabs my hand. "Always."

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The room Rebecca set me up in smells faintly of fresh linen and citrus. It’s quiet—soundproofed, probably—and the lighting is soft and warm. There’s a cozy armchair in the corner, a tray of snacks and water on the table beside it, and a small diffuser puffing lavender into the air. It’s a strange kind of peace, the sort that feels like it doesn’t belong to me. I haven’t moved much in the past hour. My limbs feel heavy, my chest hollow. Rebecca laid right next to me, our legs intertwined. We had sat in a comfortable silence.

Eventually, I speak. “You don’t have to stay. I’m fine.”

She tilts her head. “You’re not.”

I look down into my tea. “No. I’m not.”

"And I stay because I love you, you are like my sister and I cannot stand seeing you in this kind of pain." She said and I felt my heart ache.

There’s another beat of silence, and then she says gently, “Carlos told me some of it. Not all. Just enough to know you’ve been holding the weight of a lot for a long time.”

The lump rises in my throat again, the one I keep swallowing like it might stay down if I’m disciplined enough. I nod slowly, not trusting myself to speak.

Rebecca leans forward a little. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Did you think you wouldn’t be believed?”

I look up. That question cuts deep, and it’s honest, not cruel. There’s no pity in her eyes—just curiosity, concern. Empathy.

“I didn’t think anyone would believe me,” I say quietly. “He was... polished. So charming. Good with people. He said all the right things in public. And I thought if I told someone what happened behind closed doors, they’d just... think I was being dramatic. Emotional. Jealous. Difficult.”

Rebecca nods slowly. “That’s what they count on, people like that. They build the perfect illusion and then isolate you inside it.”

I blink at her. “You say that like you’ve known someone like him.”

She doesn’t flinch. “I have.”

It’s the first time I see something shift behind her calm, composed exterior. Not pain, exactly—but understanding that’s been lived.

“I’m not going to pretend I know exactly what you went through,” she says, her voice even, “but I do know what it’s like to lose yourself. To have your reality twisted until you can’t tell what’s real anymore. To feel like leaving means you’ll lose everything...even if staying is what is destroying you.”

I feel the tears now. Hot, quiet, just slipping down my cheeks. I nod again, the relief of being seen cracking something open. She held my hand, rubbing circles on my knuckles with her thumb.

“I stayed longer than I should have,” I whisper. “I thought I was protecting my son. But I was just... too scared to see what it was doing to both of us.”

“You were surviving,” Rebecca says, her voice firm now. “You don’t owe anyone an apology for that.”

I breathe out a shaky breath. “It’s like... I don’t know how to come back from this. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Rebecca leans back, sipping her tea. “Then start small. You don’t have to find all the pieces at once. Just... start with the ones in front of you. The ones that feel like yours.”

I look at her for a long moment. “Is it weird that you’re the one comforting me? I mean, you’re dating my brother.”

She laughs softly. “It’s not weird. He’s kind of an emotional hurricane sometimes. I’ve got plenty of practice in disaster management.”

That actually makes me smile, for real this time.

Rebecca looks directly at me with a softness in her eyes. “You’re not alone anymore, Catalina. Not even close. We’re in your corner. All of us.”

I nod, and for the first time in weeks, I believe it.

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The race is over. The paddock is slowly emptying...journalists clearing out, team members packing down, drivers giving tired, sweaty interviews. I’m tucked in the corner of the Williams Hospitality where I had been since the beginning of FP1, legs curled under me on a quiet sofa. Carlos had actually finished P1, and for a moment, I felt like maybe things were okay. Or at least survivable. But as the adrenaline fades, the weight returns—an ache at the center of my chest that nothing really eases. I hear the door open, soft footsteps. I glance up.

Charles.

His suit is half-unzipped, fireproof top tied at his waist, a towel slung around his neck. His curls are damp with sweat, his jawline sharp, but there’s something new in his eyes. Something unreadable. And focused entirely on me.

“Hey,” he says gently.

“Hey.”

He glances around, then walks toward me, slow and deliberate. “Can I sit?”

I nod, suddenly very aware of how quiet it is.

He doesn’t sit across from me. He sits beside me, not too close—but not far, either. His presence fills the room in that effortless way he has, but it’s softer now.

“I heard what happened,” he says after a moment. His voice is low, steady. “Not everything. Just... enough.”

I flinch, even though I’d known this moment was inevitable. Word spreads fast in this world.

“Carlos didn’t mean to—” I start, but Charles shakes his head.

“He didn’t tell me. I heard pieces from Lando. And... the press and I could tell. Something in your face this weekend. The way Carlos hasn’t left your side.”

I don’t say anything. I don’t trust my voice.

Charles looks down at his hands, then back at me. “I keep thinking about how many times I saw you, these last few years. Smiling. Showing up for everyone. And I never noticed.”

“It wasn’t your job to notice,” I say softly.

“I still should’ve,” he says, voice tightening. “I thought you were just private. Quiet. But now...” He cuts off, jaw clenching. “He took your son. Left you like that. I swear to god, if I ever see him—”

His voice breaks a little, and I blink. I wasn’t expecting this kind of fury. Not from him.

My voice is barely audible. “You’re angry?”

He turns his head toward me, eyes burning now. “I’m furious. For you. For your son. I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling, but I want to. I want to understand. If you’ll let me.”

Something in me crumbles, then steadies. I didn’t come here for this. I didn’t expect him. But here he is—intense, protective, kind. The same Charles I’ve always known, and also... something more. Charles and I have always been extremely close since him and Carlos' time as teammates but I had never seen this side of him...even after a bad race or horrible Ferrari strategy. There was something different behind those eyes...something different brewing from within him.

“Everyone keeps asking if I’m okay,” I say. “But you—you’re the first person who’s just sat beside me and let me be not okay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, quietly but with unmistakable weight. “And for what it’s worth, I think you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

I look at him. Really look. And for a flicker of a second, I wonder what it would be like to let someone see me like this—not because I’m broken, but because they want to see me whole again.

His hand brushes mine. Not fully holding it—just a quiet, lingering connection. I don’t pull away. Neither does he.

He’s quiet for a moment. “You don’t have to talk, but… if you want to. I’m here.”

The offer is so simple. Not pressure. Not pity. Just space.

And maybe it’s the night, or the exhaustion, or the unbearable silence I’ve been carrying around—but this time, I speak.

“It wasn’t always bad,” I begin, my voice hoarse. “He wasn’t always… like that. There were good months. Good memories. That’s the part that makes you stay too long. You start believing the kindness is who he really is—and the cruelty is just a phase.”

Charles doesn’t interrupt. His hand still rests atop mine, his body turned slightly toward me, like he’s giving me all his attention but none of his weight.

“He hated when I worked. When I traveled. He said it made me selfish. That I should want to be home, with our son. That I was choosing my ambition over motherhood.” My throat tightens. “I started to believe him.”

I look down at my hands. “He told me I was nothing without him. That no one would believe me if I left. That I’d be alone. And… I was.”

A pause. I feel the sting in my eyes.

“But Carlos came. I didn’t even ask. He just came. And now I’m here. And I don’t know who I am anymore.”

I expect silence. Or awkwardness. But Charles exhales slowly, then says, Cat, you are so very strong, and brave, and brilliant. You love fiercely, even when it hurts. You’re not broken. You’re healing. That takes time.”

I turn to look at him.

His gaze is steady. And kind. And something else—something undeniable sparking beneath the calm.

“I wish I’d known,” he says. “I would’ve said something. Done something.”

“You couldn’t have fixed it.”

“No,” he agrees. “But I would’ve stood beside you anyway.”

And there’s something in his voice that cuts through me. That sees me.

I nod, slowly. “Thank you. For this. For... not trying to fix me. Just sitting here.”

“I don’t want to fix you,” he says quietly. “I just want you to know you’re not alone anymore.”

And then, silence again. But it’s different now. Not empty. Full of something fragile, and new, and quietly powerful. His hand brushes mine again—and this time, I take his. Just for a moment. But that moment feels like the start of something I might one day be brave enough to hold onto.

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celebgossiproom : Carlos Sainz just dedicated his win to his sister (Catalina Sainz) and then said “I will find him” before walking off the stage. The air left the paddock. Absolutely wild. Sources say Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc were seen talking quietly with Carlos post-race. Some say the three are planning something… off-track. #F1 #JapaneseGP

username : carlos sainz saying “i will find him” with that dead calm voice after dedicating the race to catalina??? i’m unwell. this is becoming a netflix-level drama.

username0 : everyone at home: yay carlos!! carlos on live international television: threatens a man with god and vengeance this season is unhinged.

username5 : not even joking if i was the ex i would go into witness protection TONIGHT. you don’t mess with a sainz sibling and live to tell the tale

username7 : if you don’t think charles and lando are already behind carlos with ski masks and an unmarked van you don’t know this paddock. #protectcatalina

username14 : not carlos sainz turning into a real life telenovela brother. i need this scripted for tv IMMEDIATELY.

username1 : no bc imagine being THAT man. carlos sainz just threatened your entire bloodline in front of the global motorsport community and FIA can’t even penalize it. art.

username00 : lando: “carlos i don’t think we can actually murder someone” charles, loading a slides presentation : “speak for yourself”

username15 : what’s the FIA gonna do? black flag him for emotional terrorism? he already WON. he already ASCENDED.

username20 : he didn’t say “i will find him” in anger. he said it like a promise. calm. cold. terrifying...oh this man is on a mission.

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carlos pov

The paddock is still buzzing, even hours after the race. People are celebrating. Reporters are still trying to get quotes. Cameras are still pointed in my direction. But all I hear is the ringing in my ears from those words I said into the mic.

“This one’s for my sister. I will find him.”

I meant it.

I’m still in my race suit, sweat drying uncomfortably against my skin, when my phone buzzes in my hand.

Private Line – Alberto (Legal)

I answer on the first ring. “Tell me something. Good."

Alberto doesn’t waste time. “One of our private investigators traced a withdrawal from a secondary bank account—one Catalina didn’t know existed. The transaction happened two days ago, from a small town outside Geneva.”

My heart kicks into a different rhythm.

“That’s his hideout?”

“Looks like it. There’s more—we got eyes on a vehicle rented under an alias he used in the past. The location matches the bank activity. We're triangulating exact coordinates now.”

I press a hand to my temple. “And Mateo? Was he seen?”

There’s a beat of hesitation. “Not confirmed. But there’s a credible sighting of a child matching his age at a pharmacy nearby. The store’s owner remembered the boy had a small stuffed monkey with him."

I close my eyes. His favorite toy. He takes it everywhere. That’s him. That’s my nephew.

I grip the edge of the table, breathing hard through my nose. “How long until we know for sure?”

“We’ve already got a team flying out. 24 to 36 hours max. If it’s him, we’ll get a court order in place and local authorities involved immediately.”

I open my eyes and stare at my reflection in the dark window. There’s no victory glow. No pride in this win. Just fire in my chest and the dull ache of rage behind my ribs.

“Good,” I say. “Get me on that plane."

“And Carlos…” Alberto lowers his voice. “He’s scared. That’s why he’s moving. He knows what’s coming. He could possibly move again. We are lucky we even got this lead."

“He should be scared,” I murmur. “Because I’m coming.”

I hang up. The celebration around me fades into static. I move through hospitality like a ghost until I reach the back room, where Catalina’s curled up on the couch, half asleep with Charles sat next to her. Eyes locked on her. She looks up at me with red-rimmed eyes.

“Did you find something?” she whispers.

I nod once. “We are close."

She just nods, voice shaking. “Get him back. Get my boy back. Please.”

I kneel in front of her, my hand gripping hers tightly. “I will. I am going to be gone for a few days. Charles and I already discussed you would stay with him. I trust him and I know you trust him."

She nods gently looking to Charles for reassurance and he gives her a light smile and rubs her back.

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f1gossipgirls

410,493 likes.

f1gossipgirls : Catalina Sainz left the Paddock after the Japan GP hand in hand with Charles Leclerc whilst Carlos Sainz seems to have made a break for his Private Jet and argued with the press. I am not even sure what to think at this point.

username00 : oh so catalina and charles are giving “trauma bond turned slow burn romance” while carlos is giving “i will fly this plane myself if you keep asking questions”

username1 : carlos probably has 0 patience left and 14 lawyers on speed dial. i do not blame him one bit.

username0 : not charles holding her hand while her brother is out here threatening to dismantle the press one by one 😭😭😭 the whiplash

username5 : idc what anyone says. carlos is stressed about his nephew. the press needs to back OFF. and also… charles? take care of our girl

username7 : if we get a soft charles x catalina photo drop and a grainy carlos yelling “NO COMMENT” video in the same week?? i’m never recovering

usernameee : no bc catalina walking out with charles after the week she’s had?? and not just walking. hand in hand?? i’m throwing myself into the sea

username15 : carlos probably hasn’t slept in 3 days, got a lead on the guy who took his nephew, and now some rando asked “if this win was strategic”...i too would swing carlos

username17 : i want whatever love potion charles brewed. bc that soft hand-hold in PUBLIC while the world burns?? that’s ride or die energy.

username20 : the moment carlos turned around, fist ready and said “back the fuck off” to that reporter, i grew wings and ascended. captain. legend. king.

username22 : soft boy charles x shattered girl catalina x feral brother carlos = the holy trinity of paddock energy right now

username11 : i need one (1) blurry pap photo of charles putting her in his passenger seat and carlos speed-walking to his jet like he’s about to raid a compound

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The silence in the car was gentle, not heavy. He didn’t press. He didn’t ask. His hand just rested, palm up between us, waiting. I held it the entire ride. Now we’re in his hotel room... it is quiet, dim, impossibly still after the noise of the paddock. He shuts the door behind us with a soft click, then pauses like he’s afraid to move too fast. Like he’s afraid I might shatter if he breathes too hard. I’m still holding it together by a thread.

"You know you don't need to watch over me. I won't shatter."

"I know you won't, you are incredibly strong but I want to be here so you don't have to be strong...put some of the hurt...some of the weight on me."

He nods, his eyes dark and warm, full of something I can’t name but feel down to my bones. “You don’t have to be okay with me. You don't have to put up that wall. You just have to be honest.”

I look down at my hands, still shaking slightly. “It’s hard to breathe sometimes. Like my ribs forgot how to move without fear lodged between them.”

He steps forward slowly, close enough that I can smell the faint salt of sweat, the lingering edge of cologne. “Can I hold you?”

The question undoes me.

I nod, and he pulls me into him, not with rush, not with urgency, just… shelter. His arms wrap around my shoulders, one hand cradling the back of my head as I fold into him. I press my forehead against his chest and try not to cry again. He gently lies us both down on the bed.

“He took my baby, Charles. The one thing left that he knew brought me joy. I never knew someone could want to see another person suffer so much.” I murmured into his chest.

“I know, Mon cœur. I know. We will get him back to you. If it’s the last thing I do, I will make sure you have your son.” He said and began to rub my back. I feel myself start to cry harder. There was a long pause of silence.

“You’re safe,” he says softly. “You’re not alone.”

My fingers grip the fabric of his shirt. “I didn’t even realize how bad it had gotten. I kept telling myself it was normal. That I could handle it. That if I was strong enough, I could make him love me again.”

Charles pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes shining, his voice barely audible. “You didn’t fail. He did.”

I exhale a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, my throat tight. “I don’t even know how to start over.”

He leans his forehead against mine, tender and grounding. “One moment at a time. You’re already doing it.”

I feel the tears come again, not from pain this time, but relief. Relief that someone sees me. That someone cares without asking me to shrink, or smile, or explain.

I whisper, “Thank you.”

Charles brushes his thumb against my cheek, catching a tear. “I’ve got you, Catalina. As long as you want me to.”

And I believe him. Every word he said.

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p2 complete:) thank u all sm for the great response on the first part, im glad you all enjoy it. this chapter was definitely a little heavy for me…as someone who has went through something similar to catalina it was a rough write but also sort of healing in a way. hope you all enjoyed this part. as always requests are welcome and I am always open to suggestions!

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Carito tengo una pregunta que me Estado haciendo espero no suene raro pero. ¿Que pasaría si Lungo conociera a la Hermana de William? ¿Como reaccionarían entre ellos? 💞

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Spill The Tea: Part Two ⚠️

Damian's POV

After Y/N and I both take showers, we head to Casa de los Amigos. She's playing DJ. Normally, whenever I'm in my car, it's metal and nothing else, but when Y/N pouted and asked to play DJ, I folded faster than a poker player with a bad hand.

Y/N is currently singing along to Cher's "The Shoop Shoop Song (It's In His Kiss)" complete with dancing. I chuckle softly as I watch out of the corner of my eye. She notices me watching her, making her giggle, blush, and cover her face at the same time.

“Don't stop. It's adorable,” I say as I stop at a red light. I reach over, gently moving her hands from her face. She grins at me as "One Fine Day" by The Chiffons begins. Now I'm sure you're probably going, "How does a self-professed metalhead know these songs?!" Easy, my car tells me. Y/N's phone is hooked up via Bluetooth, so it shows on the screen.

“Stop,” she says. “It’s not adorable; it's dorky.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Who told you that?” I ask, looking at her. Her face is solemn as "Blessed" by Christina Aguilera begins.

"My ex,” she says. “He said it was immature,” she continues. “I should have known not to date someone five years older than me who makes a living hunting ghosts,” she rolls her eyes. “I was stupid.”

I immediately take her hand in mine as "Love Will Find A Way" by Christina Aguilera begins, and the light turns green as I lace my fingers with hers. “No, you're not stupid. He is. He tried to dull your shine,” I say.

She looks at me as she blinks back tears. “And to top it off, he cheated on me,” she says, wiping away tears. "Multiple times. I don't know why. Hell, his buddies fucking knew and said nothing. They called me their sister! And yet he's banging another woman behind my back, and I fucking find out on social media! While I was visiting HIM!”

"Why didn't you ever tell me?” I ask.

"I felt like an idiot,” she says as "Breathless" by The Corrs begins.

I frown slightly. I knew that when we first met and became friends, she was dating someone who was, and still is, in the public eye, unfortunately, but I didn't realize how much of a cunt he was towards her. He's lucky I haven't met him face to face because he'd definitely need dental records to be identified.

“Y/N, I'm so sorry you went through that. I really wish you had told me,” I say.

"And have you arrested for assault? He isn't worth it. Never was, if I'm honest. I just wish I hadn't been under his spell for as long as I was,” she says quietly.

I pull into Casa de los Amigos' parking lot. I turn the car off. I unbuckle Y/N's and my seatbelt before enveloping her in a hug. “You will never, ever have to worry about that again. You sing. You dance. You be you. I will never dull your shine,” I say.

She hugs me as she collapses into a crying mess. "I wish I could have met you years ago. Saved my heart from him,” she says as her phone continues with the music. She begins singing along with it. I glance at her phone. "Let's Hear It for the Boy" by Deniece Williams is playing. She sits up before cupping my face and sings directly to me.

I smile as I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We may not have met years ago, but now I'm here, and I will never break your heart,” I say as "I Could Not Ask For More" by Edwin McCain begins.

“I know you won't,” she says. “It’s not your nature,” she leans in, kissing my lips. I cup her cheek, deepening the kiss.

“Already can't keep your hands to yourself?!” Demi hoots.

We break apart, and Y/N buries her face into my shoulder. She's giggling lightly.

“Hi, hermana,” I say with a smile.

Y/N sits up and looks at Demi, who is leaning against the front of my 'Vette. "Hi, Demi,” she says as she goes to get out of the car. I stop her.

“Allow me,” I say, pressing a kiss to her temple. I quickly get out and pass Demi, who has an evil grin on her lips. I know we are going to hear it from her. I open the passenger door and offer Y/N my hand. She stands and walks forward slightly before I shut the door. She walks ahead of me slightly, and my eyes scan her body. She wore blue jean shorts and a t-shirt I gave her from my new merchandise. She hugs Demi as the twins and Trinity walk up. Josh smiles and waves as Jon has his arm draped lazily around Trinity's shoulders.

“Okay, so I'm ready for the tea!” says Trinity, her brown eyes narrowing in on Y/N and me.

“I'm starving,” says Josh.

“Of course you are,” says Demi, laughing lightly.

“I'm actually looking forward to some good Puerto Rican food,” says Y/N.

"Don't you mean you wa-” begins Jon before Trinity slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Boy, if you continue with that sentence, I'm sewing your mouth shut,” says Trinity.

Jon glances at Trinity, and her face says she's deadly serious.

"Are we just going to stand here and smell the good Puerto Rican food, or are we actually going to go in?!” whines Josh.

Y/N laughs lightly. "I'm with Josh. My mouth is watering from the smell alone,” says Y/N.

"You heard the lady,” I say.

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We have been seated by a waiter. On one side of the table are Demi, Y/N, and Trinity. I sit on the other side, across from Y/N and between the twins. Y/N and I are playing footsie underneath the table.

“So tell us, where did you take Y/N last night?” asks Trinity, leaning on her hand as she looks at me.

"La Bella Vita," I say as I feel Y/N's foot move from the side of my foot to my ankle. I glance at her, and she smiles as her foot rubs up my ankle to my calf.

"Oh, fancy," says Trinity with a grin as "Mi Buen Amor" by Gloria Estefan plays over the loudspeakers.

"Hey, I told Y/N two things before our date last night. One was to dress nicely, and the other was to be ready to be swept off her feet," I say as I feel Y/N's foot move further up my leg while she rests her chin in her hand, the coolest and calmest look on her face, giving no one else an inkling of what is happening underneath the table.

"And you did sweep me off my feet, and it all started at La Bella Vita," Y/N says as her foot hits my knee. "Especially with the bottle of Sangiovese you pre-ordered when you miraculously got reservations."

"Yeah, Uce, how did you get same-day reservations to La Bella Vita?" asks Josh, sipping his water.

"A good magician never reveals his secrets," I say as I feel Y/N's foot on my inner thigh. I glance at her, and she gives me a sweet and innocent smile.

"Don't you know the owner, who is also the chef?" asks Demi.

"The magician might not reveal secrets, but his assistant does," says Trinity with a laugh.

"Okay, so Luca Farina is a friend of mine, and well, that's how I got some pull that way," I say as Y/N's foot is dangerously close to my groin. I grab her foot as discreetly as possible. That's when I realize she has slipped off her wedge sandal. My eyes narrow at her, and she grins.

Oh, she is definitely trouble, and boy, she's the kind of trouble I will not mind getting into. I smirk lightly as she lowers her foot and begins rubbing it against my calf.

"Well, let's put it this way: being wined and dined by Luis is definitely my new favorite thing," says Y/N as "When We Oooo" by Janet Jackson plays softly over the loudspeakers. "It starts off with ordering La Bella Vita's finest bottle of Sangiovese, which unbeknownst to me, he had ordered when he talked to Luca that morning. I began to object to him doing this, but all he said was he was wining and dining me."

"So basically, shut up, girl, and let me do this for you," says Josh as the waiter comes to our table. We stop our conversation and place our orders, and even though Y/N protests, I say we were on the same check, and it was to be given to me at the end. Josh did the same for Demi. He said he owed it to her for the other day when she picked up the check at Waffle House.

"Okay, so continue," grins Trinity as Y/N lowers her foot and removes it from my body.

"Yes. Before I could even protest more, the waiter walks away before bringing the decanter of Sangiovese, and since we went on the wine trip for my fortieth birthday, I knew it needed to breathe anywhere from half an hour to an hour. Anyway, I asked him how. That's when the waiter said Luis ordered when he made the reservations. He remembered my favorite Italian wine," she smiles softly as "Couldn't Find Another Man" by Jennifer Love Hewitt plays in the restaurant. "That's when I asked him how, and he said a good magician never reveals his secrets. Although he said it in Spanish."

"Yes, I did, amor, but you responded in Spanish too," I say.

"What did she say?!" Trinity asks me.

"If I was a magician, that if I played my cards right, I could make her clothes disappear," I say, making the entire table gasp and Y/N blush.

"Girl, you didn't!" says Trinity.

"You're the one that told me to flirt!" retorts Y/N, looking at Trinity.

"I did, but damn, girl!" laughs Trinity.

"Why don't you ever say shit like that to me?" asks Jon before we all hear Trinity kick Jon in the shin. "Ouch!"

"You deserve that," says Demi.

"Agreed, Uce," says Josh.

Jon looks at Y/N and me. We both nod but say nothing.

"Y'all aren't fun!" he says.

Y/N giggles lightly as Trinity looks at her. "So go on!" she says.

"I made Luis choke," she says as "Sweetest Sin" by Jessica Simpson plays. "I became thoroughly embarrassed and sunk in my seat, covering my face with the menu."

"But I told her that her Spanish was muy bien and her flirting was caliente," I say as her eyes meet mine. She blushes lightly. "Dinner was fantastic. We admitted that we loved each other."

Demi squeaks beside Y/N. "I KNEW IT!" she says.

"We all did," the twins say together.

"Okay, sorry we took so long to catch up," I say.

“You two waited wayyyyy too long to catch up,” teases Demi as she draws out the "y" in "way."

“So what did you two talk about back at Luis's place?!” asks Josh. “Or is 'talk' just code for making out?!”

“You know they're not going to let up until we spill all the tea,” I say.

“I know. Are you comfortable telling them everything?” she asks.

“Are you sure you want them to know about your ex?” I ask, knowing we discussed some things about what happened in her past with some relationship that did involve the ex who told Y/N she was immature for singing and dancing.

“As long as the four of you promise not to react by forming a mob,” she says, looking at Jon, Trinity, Josh, and Demi.

“Depends,” says Demi. "Tell—” she is stopped by Y/N holding up her hand.

“No, no depends. I will tell you exactly what I told Luis. My ex isn't worth the jail time,” says Y/N.

“Okay. Okay,” they all say, putting their hands up. “We promise.”

“Good,” says Y/N. “So shall we start from the beginning?” she asks.

"From your apartment?” I ask.

“Sí,” she says as the waiter brings our food.

I chuckle slightly as we begin to eat.

"We arrived at Y/N's apartment,” I say.

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“Have a seat,” Y/N gestured to her sofa. "It won't take me long to pack an overnight bag.”

"Y/N?” I said.

“Yeah,” she said as she entered her bedroom that's right off the living room.

“Back at the restaurant,” I said.

"What about it?” she asked.

“The whole 'I play my cards right,'” I said. I could see her blush as the light illuminated her enough.

"Yes,” she said. “What about it?!”

“I want you to know that I am not going to pressure you into it,” I said. “If you want to take it slow, we will take it slow.”

She zipped her bag before picking it up as I stood and quickly grabbed it from her, our eyes meeting.

"We will take it at our,” she said, placing a hand on my chest, “own pace.”

“Just know I'm not the type to say we,” I said as she put a finger to my lips.

“Shh. Like I said, we will take it at our own pace, and we will cross that bridge when we get there,” she said, standing on tiptoe and kissing my cheek.

“Okay. Ready?” I asked.

"Just have to grab my sneakers,” she said.

Once she had grabbed her sneakers, we headed from her apartment. I drove the darkened streets of Orlando as the sun had set, and the streets were illuminated only by the streetlights that were spaced out in ten-foot intervals. I arrived back at my place and punched the automatic garage door opener. Once it rose, I pulled into the garage.

Once we entered my house, I flicked the lights on, and the living room was bathed in a soft, pale yellowish light.

"Want something to drink? Eat?” I asked.

"It might sound childish, but some hot chocolate?” she asked.

I chuckled. “Not at all. You go get comfortable, and I will make some,” I said.

She opened her overnight bag. “Fuck!” she said as she pulled out her clothes.

“What?” I asked.

"I forgot my jammies,” she said. “I will have to sleep in my dress, I guess.”

“Like fuck you will,” I said, coming to her in the living room, and I took her hand in mine. “Follow me, please.” I led her upstairs to my loft bedroom. I grabbed a t-shirt from my dresser. “Here, this should make the perfect nightgown for you.”

“I'll probably swim in it,” she laughed.

“Well, I am six-five, so I'm a bit bigger than you,” I smirked.

"No shit,” she responded.

“Just get dressed. You know where the bathroom is,” I said, kissing her forehead.

“Don't you want to get comfortable?” she asked.

“Once I get the hot chocolate made,” I said. “I make it homemade.”

“You do?” she asked.

“I do,” I said. “Now get dressed before I dress you myself.”

“Sí, Papi,” she smirked as she entered my en suite bathroom.

I headed back downstairs to the kitchen and hooked my phone to charge before beginning a playlist on it. It's Y/N's favorite playlist, her Love Under The Stars playlist on Spotify, and to be truthful, it's my favorite playlist and my most played non-metal filled playlist. "Love Like This" by Ben Rector was halfway through. It filled the space with its sweet melody. I heard the bathroom door open and the soft footsteps as I watched Y/N move across my bedroom floor. She had taken her hair down from the bun she had her chocolate brown hair in. I could hear her singing along to Ricky Nelson's "Never Be Anyone Else But You." I smiled as I found myself singing too as I finished the hot chocolate.

My eyes moved to Y/N coming downstairs. My t-shirt looked amazing on her. Better on her than on me.

“Hot chocolate is almost done. Want some whipped cream?” I asked.

She smiled as she leaned against the kitchen island. "Make that homemade too?” she asked.

"Naw. I bought Reddi Whip at the store,” I said, grabbing the large blue can and shaking it.

"Pile it on,” she grinned. "Or just squirt it into my mouth; either way, I don't mind.”

“Duly noted,” I said as I put the can on the kitchen island and poured the hot chocolate into two mugs from the pot. I put whipped cream on both before saying, “Open your mouth.” I held the can by Y/N's mouth. She did as she was told, and I filled her mouth with the cream. She grinned as she shut her mouth and swallowed. I sprayed some into my mouth.

“Hold it,” she said, grabbing my wrist. She stood on tiptoe and licked my cheek. "You had some on your cheek,” she winked. I chuckled as I sprayed some on her cheek before I licked her cheek.

“Had some on your cheek,” I winked as she realized that I was playing her playlist.

“Is this my playlist from Spotify?” she asked as "Thank God" by Kane and Katelyn Brown began.

“It is,” I said, handing her a mug of hot chocolate. “Now tell me what you think of my homemade hot chocolate.”

She brought the mug to her lips and took a drink. Her face showed absolute bliss. “Oh my God, this is amazing!” she said.

"Thank you. Now make yourself comfortable. I'm going to change.”

She nodded as she headed to the living room with her mug of hot chocolate as I headed upstairs to change. I looked out over my living room from my loft bedroom. I could see Y/N swaying slightly to "Come Away With Me" by Norah Jones playing.

I quickly changed as I headed downstairs once I put on my basketball shorts. I grabbed my mug of hot chocolate and sat beside Y/N.

“Hey,” she said softly as she laid her head on my shoulder.

“How much longer is your lease on this apartment?” I asked, putting my arm around her shoulders.

“It’s up next month,” she said. “Why?”

“I was thinking you could come to house sit anyway while I am away, especially for the longer trips I have to take. Maybe we could live together,” I said.

“Are you serious?” she asked, sitting up and looking at me.

“Deadly,” I said, grabbing the mugs of hot chocolate and putting them on the coffee table.

A smile spread across her face. “I was going to start looking for a new place anyway. I am starting to not like my neighbors very much. Besides, I want to get a dog, and well, I can't have pets where I live.”

I chuckled. “Then move in with me. You will love your neighbors. I promise. Two are your best friends. Demi is literally three doors away from here, and Trinity and Jon are the next street over.”

“I know that. But what about a dog?” she asked.

"We head to the shelter and pick out a pup or two,” I shrugged. "So, move in with me?!”

Her eyes sparkled with tears. “Yes,” she said.

“Perfect,” I said.

“I just,” she began as Brad Paisley's "We Danced" played softly in the background.

"You just what?” I asked, cupping her cheek.

Her eyes downcast as Dan + Shay's "Glad You Exist" began. “I just,” she heaved a sigh as her eyes rose to meet mine. “Are you like sure, sure?”

I took her hand in mine, placing it over my heart as I put my hand over hers. “I promise you I am one million percent sure,” I said. “Y/N, are you sure?”

She nodded. “It’s just my ex was like, 'move in with me.' As I was preparing to uproot my entire life and drive to the west coast, he was like, 'on second thought. Just stay in Orlando. I will fly you out to me.' He never flew to meet me, wouldn't even drive to come visit. We were together nearly ten years, and he visited me once. I always had to go to him.”

"I remember that. Demi and I asked you to come with us to the carnival in 2021, and you were like, 'no, I am flying to,'” she nodded solemnly.

“And then I spent most of my time with his mom,” she said. “I'm kinda glad that was the time we broke up, but for fuck's sakes, if he was going to just ditch me to be with his mistress,” she shook her head. “That was also the one and only time he hit me.”

“He hit you?!” I asked. "Wait, you said you walked into a door.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she nodded. “I lied. I got good at lying. He may not have been physically abusive, but,” her voice barely a whisper, “he was emotionally abusive.”

My blood boiled. “He is so fuckin' lucky that I haven't run across him while we have been in Vegas. Had I known?! Dental records wouldn't even help,” I said as I pulled her into a hug while she cried into my shoulder.

"He isn't worth it,” she mumbled into my shoulder as she sat up, and I cupped her cheek. The music continued to play as I went to grab my phone to shut it off. She gently grabbed my wrist. "Please don't,” she whispered. I turned my head to look at her, our eyes meeting. “Dance with me. Please?” she whispered, more of a plea than a request or command.

I didn't utter a word. I stood and held out my hand as "I'd Love To Be Last" by Clay Walker began. She smiled up at me as she placed her hand into mine and rose to her feet. I took her into my arms as she wrapped her arms around my torso and laid her head on my chest while I wrapped my arms around her, and we swayed together in front of the sofa.

As the song continued to play, the sob I didn't know I had been holding fell from my lips. Y/N lifted her head from my chest.

“I'm okay,” I reassured her. She unwrapped her arms from my torso and cupped my cheek. Her eyes searched mine. She shook her head.

“No, you're not,” she said. She had always been able to read me. "What's wrong?” We stopped swaying as she stooped and paused the music. She took my hands into hers and held them. “Luis. Be honest with me.”

I smiled at her. Y/N is the only one I know whose heart can be hurting, and she'll see someone hurting and can immediately turn a switch to help the person in need.

I laughed lightly. "It's the lyrics to this song. I don't know," I laughed again at the embarrassment of getting so emotional over song lyrics. Y/N's head tilted slightly, studying me. One of her hands left mine as she gently reached up, cupping my cheek, her thumb gently rubbing circles on my skin.

“How so?” she asked.

I gently moved us to the sofa, and we sat. She turned to look at me. Her eyes never left mine, even though they still simmered with tears. I let out a steady breath before reciting the lyrics to her. "If I had it my way, this would be the first time that you made love. I'd be the first man that your hands touched. But we'd both done our share of living, taking chances we were given.” Fresh tears spilled for her as she leaned up, brushing her lips against mine. “If I could do it over, I'd have waited for this moment to give my heart to you unbroken. But if our mistakes brought us together,” I laid my forehead against hers, cupping her face as our eyes met. I reached out and started the song again, singing along with Clay Walker. “'Cause I know your heart had so much more than any man has touched before, and nothing matters more to me than that. I don't care if I'm your first love, but I'd love to be your last.”

My own tears fell as she cupped my face. “You are,” she whispered softly, almost as if it were a promise and a guarantee.

I smiled as I pressed a kiss to her lips. The music changed as a guitar riff cut into the air. I chuckled as I looked at my phone; "Boy In Love" by Elliott James Ray it read.

“Who is this?” I asked.

Y/N smiled softly as we settled into the sofa. She laid her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "He is just a kid, early twenties, but sings like Elvis,” she explained. "And well, I'm that girl who loves a 'don't make 'em like they used to.'” She laughed lightly as Dan and Shay's "10,000 Hours" began, and it's the version featuring Justin Bieber.

"You're also the girl who is a mystery wrapped in an enigma,” I chuckled. “Your taste in music is the most varied of anyone I know.”

Celine Dion's "If You Asked Me To" began, and Y/N started singing softly as she tilted her head to look at me. I smiled as I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips.

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“Are you sure you don't want us to kick his ass?” asks Demi.

"No, Demi. I told you he isn't worth it. Besides, I think I won the lottery of life,” Y/N says, looking at me. "I found my soulmate, my better half,” she says, taking my hand in hers. Our smiles match.

"You really did, girl. Fate brought you two into each other's orbits six years ago. It might have taken a few years for the souls to realize it, but now,” smiles Trinity as she puts her hands over our intertwined ones. "Now you two have found your way to each other. I'm so happy for you two I could burst!”

Y/N laughs as Trinity hugs her. “Thanks, Trin,” says Y/N.

"Now enough with the sappy shit. Y'all are moving in with one another?” asks Jon, a grin spread across his face.

“Yes,” Y/N and I answer together.

"Eeeee! They're already talking together!” squeals Trinity. “It’s definitely love!” She claps her hands, making Y/N laugh lightly as Y/N puts an arm around Trinity's shoulders.

"Don't change, sis,” Y/N says, resting her head against Trinity's as Trinity grins.

"Do you need help moving?” asks Demi.

"I could use some,” Y/N says.

"Then what are we waiting for?” asks Josh as he stands, throwing a ten on the table and placing his water glass on top before grabbing everyone's bills. “My treat,” he says before leaving, not giving anyone a chance to protest.

"Uh,” says Y/N. "I'm not even packed."

Demi is texting. "Matt will meet us there, so you're going to be packed in no time,” she says.

“Luis?!” asks Y/N, her eyes slightly wide.

"Why not?” I shrug.

"But I mean you have to,” I held up a hand, and she immediately silenced.

"It won't take long. I'll take the twins and make room at my place. You take the girls and Matt to yours and get packed. I'll be there ASAP. Then we can rent a truck later in the week to get all your other stuff. Just bring what you will need.”

"Oh, oh, okay,” says Y/N.

And just like that, Y/N and I are moving in together today.

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[cronicasvampiricas-rpg]

PB: William Zabka Edad: 57-60 años Bando: manada Lanvik Raza: licántropo

✘ No, por si te lo preguntabas, no eres el padre número uno del mundo. Bueno, lo serías si empezáramos por el final de la lista. ¿Rencoroso yo? ¡Qué va! En fin, siéntate, que te recordaré lo desgraciado que eres (con amor). 

✘ Naciste en una de las familias más importantes dentro de la manada Lanvik. Siempre fuiste un luchador, agresivo y competitivo. Querías ser el mejor o, al menos, de los mejores. 

✘ En tu juventud te hiciste muy amigo de @Loki N. Lanvik. Fuiste #TeamLoki incluso cuando nadie podía prever que el mismo terminaría derrocando a su hermano Aksel para proclamarse como el verdadero alfa. Siempre viste su potencial. 

✘ Tus padres y tu hermana mayor murieron en un ataque sorpresa perpetrado por una manada enemiga a los Lanvik, algo que te dejó marcado. Te ofreciste voluntario para vengar a los lobos caídos y dicha manada, tras una cruenta batalla, quedó eliminada del mapa. 

✘ Tenías solo veintiún años entonces, te viste perdido por primera vez en tu vida y comenzaste a tontear con el alcohol en los peores antros que te encontrabas. Pasaron los años y, en uno de esos antros que no dejaste de frecuentar, conociste a una mujer llamada Erin que te cautivó desde el primer momento. Te enamoraste perdidamente de ella, incluso te planteaste sentar cabeza, aunque todo se torció cuando ella te reveló que era una cazadora. Tus fuertes tradiciones te impidieron formalizar relación con ella; ambos eráis de mundos muy diferentes y, además, sería peligroso. Todo se torció aún más cuando te confesó que estaba embaraza. Menudo marrón.Llegasteis a un acuerdo: tú te harías cargo del niño, después de todo era un lobo y así podría tener la protección de una manada entera. Aunque te rompió el corazón, te fuiste con el bebé recién nacido y ni siquiera te despediste de Erin. Decidiste que tu hijo se llamaría Rowdy.

✘Al principio quisiste ser un buen padre, lo quisiste de verdad. Mentiste a todo el mundo y dijiste que Rowdy era el resultado de una pequeña aventura con una humana cualquiera. Al pequeño solo le contaste que su madre los había abandonado y, con el tiempo, le prohibiste incluso hacer preguntas. Pasaron los años y te fuiste consumiendo, atormentado por el recuerdo de Erin, por el hecho de que Rowdy no tuviera una madre, por la ausencia dramática de tu familia. Te hiciste adicto al alcohol y las peleas. Tu propio hijo debía sacarte borracho de los bares y llevarte a rastras a casa... hasta que un día desapareciste sin dejar rastro.

✘ En Enero de 2005 fuiste secuestrado por una pareja de cazadores que pertenecía a un grupo que se dedicaba a la caza e investigación de seres sobrenaturales en el estado de Illinois. Llevas desde entonces allí atrapado en una sucia celda, sin saber porqué razón sigues con vida. Allí dentro has perdido un poco la cabeza, has dejado de luchar... Aunque, en el fondo, esperas poder volver a hacerlo de nuevo y vengarte de tus captores. 

✘ Trama a desarrollar: después de más de diez años, Loki Lanvik dará con pistas sobre el grupo que te secuestró. Este ha quedado bastante diezmado, así que la idea es que el propio alfa, y tu antiguo amigo, te saque de allí y te dé la ocasión que tanto ansías de vengarte. Después, te llevará de vuelta a casa, junto a los tuyos. 

✘ Relación padre-hijo: no va a ser fácil. Rowdy te tiene un gran rencor porque lo defraudaste mucho siendo un niño debido a la mala vida que llevabas, y porque él lleva dándote por muerto todos estos años. Pero la idea es que logren limar asperezas con el tiempo.

OTROS DATOS

✘¿Qué pido? Solo pido: que te guste el personaje, que lo hagas tuyo y tengas en cuenta que esto es solo una guía, que me avises y no tengas miedo en hacerlo si algo no te encaja con el personaje o la trama, y que me comuniques si decides dejarla. 

✘¿Qué ofrezco? Altas dosis de drama familiar, porque me gusta más que a un tonto un lápiz. También ofrezco gráficos gratis, y el regalo de una joya lunar ya que el personaje está en posesión de una y es un dato importante. 

✘ El nombre es libre, el apellido no. El PB también es libre, pero me haría especial ilusión que fuera el sugerido.

✘ El personaje pertenecería al bando de la manada Lanvik. 

✘ Cualquier duda estoy disponible vía MP o Discord (preguntar por emepé). ¡Gracias por el interés! Expediente AC de referencia

[jartita-me-teneis]

William James Sidis , cuyo Coeficiente Intelectual (CI) estaba entre los 250 y los 300 puntos, según su hermana. Albert Einstein por ejemplo tenía 160, que ya se considera un superdotado. Pero su vida es también una de las más tristes y conmovedoras.

Nació el 1 de Abril de 1898 en Nueva York .

Con solo año y medio William James Sidis ya era capaz de leer el Periódico y estudiaba Latín .

Entre los 4 y 8 años escribe 2 libros de Anatomía y otros 2 de Astronomía .

Aprueba 3 Cursos de Primaria en tan solo 3 días .

Con 8 años hablaba ocho idiomas. Pero los consideraba limitados, así que inventó el suyo propio , el " VENDERGOOD ", con raices latinas y griegas complementadas con vocablos en Alemán , Francés y otras lenguas romances .

Al final de su vida dominaba perfectamente más de 40 idiomas .

A los 11 años ya era universitario en la universidad más prestigiosa de Estados Unidos , Harvard , como un experto en Matemáticas .

Con 16 años se graduó en Medicina .

En cierto modo nunca llegó a ser un niño, a tener una infancia.

Ese fue el primer gran error, el primer drama de su vida.

Su vida fué una contínua tortura generada por unos padres ambiciosos que lo sometían continuamente a duras pruebas con el objetivo de medir su inteligencia .

Se conoce que llegó a terminar 7 Carreras Universitarias .

Cansado de esta situación tomó la decisión de alejarse de sus padres , y una noche huyó .

Conoció a Martha Foley en quien halló todo lo que a él se le había negado ...

Informó a su padre de esta jóven y el padre por miedo a que se " malograra " su gran logro científico , recomendó que se alejase de la jóven y dejara de verla para siempre .

William acató la órden de su progenitor y dejó de ver a Martha .

William , como una planta enferma , se fué secando y marchitando .

Se encerró en su Apartamento . Su cabeza no pudo más la presión y el 17 de Julio de 1944 sufrió una Embolia cerebral .

Una semana después , su cuerpo fué hallado en el suelo de su casa .

Entre sus pertenencias de carácter personal , hallaron una foto deteriorada de Martha Foley .

Tenía 46 años y 320 de coeficiente intelectual .

Fuente. M. Pazmiño.

[fatalfantasles]

— Dominic Thompson;

el cuarto de los thompson. hijo de margaret y george. hermano de elizabeth, archie, harmony y ezra. abogado especializado en manejo de crisis públicas. veintisiete años. divorciado. papá de los mellizos, theo y charlotte, de cuatro años. ( roleplay: ravenshearthq )

biografía. tablero. imágenes. convos.

información sobre los thompson:

Negocio: Abogados de renombre especializados en defensa criminal y consultoría legal para clientes adinerados, celebridades y políticos.

Historia: La familia Thompson ha sido una de las dinastías más influyentes en el ámbito legal de Inglaterra. Su historia comenzó con Charles Thompson, quien fundó su propio bufete de abogados. Sin embargo, fue su hijo William Thompson, quien consolidó el legado familiar a nivel nacional. William alcanzó la fama en los años 90 tras asumir la defensa de un caso criminal de gran notoriedad, que se convirtió en un fenómeno mediático. El caso fue tan relevante que inspiró películas y documentales, asegurando que la familia Thompson fuera conocida en todo el país. Su victoria en este juicio catapultó al bufete a la élite legal, consolidando a los Thompson como una referencia de poder y prestigio en el ámbito judicial. Hoy, el negocio está bajo la dirección de Alexander Thompson, hijo de William, quien ha expandido la firma a un nivel global y se especializa en defensa criminal, consultoría estratégica y manejo de crisis públicas. Los abogados Thompson representan a celebridades, políticos y multimillonarios. Gracias a su historial, la familia continúa acumulando una considerable fortuna, manteniendo su influencia en el mundo legal y político de Inglaterra.

* DATO EXTRA: Alexander Thompson jamás tuvo hijos. Existen rumores que sugieren que se inclinaba más por los hombres, pero su padre no estaba de acuerdo con ello, otros rumores apuntan a que era estéril. Sea cual fuera el motivo, decidió no tener hijos propios. Sin embargo, como La Sociedad exigía que tuviera posibles descendientes para que, en el futuro, ocuparan su lugar, él y su padre, William, decidieron considerar a los sobrinos de Alexander, por parte de su hermana menor.

[dzed399]

Toñita, holding a python: Hermanas! I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him?

Tabi: You did WHAT!!!–

Tere: William Snakepeare.

[granddaughter-of-shaokahn]

↳ ❝ [The Boys x Vaggie! Reader] ¡! ❞

Resumen: Eres Vaggie

Tipo: Headcanon, Platonic

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel/The Boys

Advertencia: Violencia

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Billy Butcher

Le agredas

Tu actitud dura y ruda fue lo que llamo su atención y mas aun el hecho de que no estés vinculado con Vought

Aunque tenga problemas mentales, tu lo comprendes en varios aspectos

Pero hay algo que no vas a tolerar de el, es tu amigo así que no quieres que le pasa nada malo, no toleras que se pase todo el tiempo libre que tiene fumando, bebiendo y antagonizando a los demás, solo por diversión.

Así que cada ves que lo ves drogándose lo regañas

por lo que ,antes, siempre se escabullirse a un bar o a alguna habitación trasera, pero desde que te uniste a la tripulación, le ha costado mucho librarse de ti.

Siempre te sigue diligentemente, o tal vez solo para ser una molestia

Butcher casi nunca se libera de ti, o de tus intentos de hacer que socialice.

El es el padre buena onda y tu eres la madre gruñona

Y/n: William! tienes que dejar de arriesgarte para nada, casi nos descubren! B.B:Wow grumpy mamma,calmate tengo todo bajo control Y/n:No,no lo haces, solo esperas a que yo salve tu jodido culo B.B:Si que me lees la mente Mama *El resto del grupo viendo como "discuten"*

Apodos:Mama,Grumpy,V,Fury doll

Nombre de contacto:Violent Silk Bow

A veces no sabes si te coquetea o lo hace para molestarte, té hacer recordar a Angel, tambien siempre te sigue diligentemente, o tal vez solo para ser una molestia idiota

B.B:Aqui esta mi muñeca favorita Y/n:William...tengo novia B.B:Y? no soy celoso Y/n:Soy lesbiana B.B: Siempre me sentí femenina Y/n:...Le dire a Becca B.B:espera que-...

Hughie Campbell

Le pareciste intimidante

Tu mirada seria y que te enojes fácil, lo intimido y bastante

Pero, como eras buena por dentro, se acerco un poco mas

El te recordaba algo a Charlie

Así que cuando te volviste cercana a él, te volviste sobreprotectora por el hecho que tampoco tiene poderes o una habilidad especial para defenderse

También por que puede llegar a ser muy ingenuo

Posiblemente uno de los únicos que sepa de tu caída del cielo y que eres un demonio

Apodos:Vags,Sis

Hermana menor protectora y hermano mayor inocente vibes

Cada vez que pensaba en Robin y se ponía triste o melancólico, primero lo regañabas y después lo consolabas

Hablabas de Charlie con el por que creías que alguno de los Seven podía redimirse como La Reina Maeve. El en vez de decir que estabas loca, también estaba a favor de esa idea

Y después de esa charla de la redención de los seven, el quiso conocer a Charlie o saber mas sobre ella

Mothers Milk

#LATINOSVIBES

Es el que mas te entiende de alguna forma

realmente apreciaría una presencia estable en la tripulación, y eso es exactamente lo que ayudaste a proporcionar. Ayudaste a equilibrar la proporción de locos y dementes dentro del grupo, y por eso, MM está eternamente agradecido.

Muchas veces, mientras está limpiando u organizando el equipo, le harás compañía

Pasará un tiempo no tan largo antes de que llegues al lado más suave de MM y el al tuyo pero vale totalmente la pena llegar allí. MM quiere lo mejor para su tripulación, y aunque es un amor duro, el se esfuerza por todos y por ti

También confió en ti por que le recordaste a el, como si fueras su hija

Esto a menudo se convierte en MM hablando abiertamente sobre su familia, el TOC, las preocupaciones que tiene sobre los chicos, etc.

Se llevan muy bien y digamos que lo ves como un hermano mayor o una figura paterna

Te invito a comer a su casa para que conozcas a su familia

Kimiko

Amigas

No, mejores amigas

Ella es callada y tu no hablas mucho así que las dos están cómodas con la presencia de la otra.

Lo que si, las dos son muy buenas para oírse la una a la otra

Le agradaste desde la primera vez que te vio

Cuando la ves como una amiga te vuelves protectora con ella pero sabes que ella puede protegerse por si misma

Es como tu hermanita menor

Ella te conto sobre su pasado por lo que tuviste la confianza para contarle toda tu vida desde que caíste del cielo hasta como in tentas ayudar a tu novia en un hotel para la redención

También le contaste sobre Charlie ya que Kimiko si te recuerda un poco a ella

Un día agarra tu lanza celestial y casi te da un infarto pensado que alguien mas la había agrado

Aprendiste lenguaje de señas por ella

Cuando están solas, se acurrucan y se ponen a escuchar musica

Le prestas tu moño

Le gusta peinarte tu pelo

Frenchie

#LGBT

Le pintas las uñas

Le encanta la relación que tienes con Kimiko y como eres protectora con ella

Hermano gay-bisexual y hermana lesbiana vibes

Van a picnics juntos acompañados de kimiko

También eres protector con el, así que cuando lo ves consumiendo drogas lo regañas aunque con el tiempo o respetas

Solo que no quieres que termine como cierta araña drogadicta y prostituta

Confiabas en el solo por Kimiko aunque le agarraste cariño

Le contaste que no estabas orgullosa de tu yo pasado, un exterminador

Así que Frenchie probablemente dé un discurso apasionado y extenso, en el que diga que no importa quién eras antes; lo único que le importa es cómo quieres definirte ahora

[quackpackweek]

We usually don't post anything unrelated to the Quack Pack, but this news has us pretty upset. Although this is not an English speaking area, but a Latin American Spanish speaking area, it is still sad to say that a Latin American Spanish speaking voice actress named Erica Robledo died last week. :(

Yes, she acted in many series and gave many voices in Latin American Spanish dubbing, especially in the roles of Tanya Ratonovich (Tanya Mousekewitz) in An American Tail, Princess Ariel in The Little Mermaid Disney TV series, Dorothy Gale in The Wizard of Oz (anime version), Princess Esmeralda in Magic Knight Rayearth, Ran Mouri (Claudia Guzman) in Detective Conan, Nemo in Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland, Princess Irene in The Princess and the Goblin, Princess Flora in the Babar series, Hollyhock, Wanda Pierce and Maude in Bojack Horseman, Heidi in the film of the same name, as well as the role of Mary Magdalene in the film Jesus, Princess Zarina Leprechaun 4: In Space, Vanessa in Lupin III and some roles in the Maradona series and in other dubbings she gave. Wife is Leonardo Araujo, director of Latin American Spanish dubbing and mother of son Álex Araujo, who is an excellent voice actor for Latin American Spanish dubbing.

Yes, she also voiced Louie Duck in Quack Pack, in the Latin American Spanish dub and was very successful at it. Although the original American version is not bad, the Latin American Spanish was really great and you should listen to it (if there are those videos available on the internet at all) and a big thanks to her for voicing Louie. It is a great pity to lose her. Source: https://www.instagram.com/p/C2oVz1mN0wB

Spanish:

Erika Robledo fue una actriz de doblaje de Los Ángeles. Hermana de la actriz de doblaje Rocío Robledo e hija de la fallecida actriz de doblaje Guadalupe Romero. Estuvo casada con el también actor y director de doblaje Leonardo Araujo y es la madre de Álex Araujo, razón por la cual durante un tiempo fue acreditada como Erika Araujo.

Fue conocida por su versatilidad al poder realizar voces de niños y niñas, mujeres jóvenes, adultas y ancianas, talento que compartía con su hermana Rocío, actualmente retirada del medio. Ambas hermanas dieron voz a Ariel en Las nuevas aventuras de la sirenita. Entre otros de sus personajes más conocidos destacan la Princesa Esmeralda en Las Guerreras Mágicas, Tania Ratonovich en Un cuento americano, Claudia Guzmán (Ran Mouri) en Detective Conan y Dorita (Dorothy Gale) en la versión anime de El Mago de Oz doblada en Los Ángeles. También fue la voz de Luis en Quack Pack, Mimi Cardona / Siniestra en Las aventuras de Saint Tail y de las actrices Anna Kendrick en la saga de Crepúsculo, Alicia Silverstone en Ni idea y Natasha Henstridge y Michelle Williams en Especies, entre muchos otros personajes.

Asimismo, Erika realizó doblaje al inglés, destacándose el rol de la actriz mexicana Verónica Castro en la serie original de Netflix "La casa de las flores".

Falleció el 22 de enero de 2024.

Source: https://doblaje.fandom.com/es/wiki/Erika_Robledo

Rest in peace, and thank you on a beautiful childhood. Amen.

[cinemaslife]

#162 Five Nights At Freddy's (2023)

Mike Schmidt (Josh Hutcherson) es un joven que lucha por la custodia de su hermana pequeña contra su malvada tía, que solo está interesada por el dinero de la pensión de la menor, Abby (Piper Rubio).

Mike tiene algunos problemas de comportamiento porque hace años secuestraron a su hermano Garret (Lucas Grant) y nunca encontraron al niño ni al secuestrador. Por esto le echan de su último trabajo y tiene que aceptar un trabajo nocturno en Five Nights at Freddy's.

Para ello deja a su hermana con una niñera y acepta el trabajo nocturno que le ofrece William Afton (Matthew Lillard), ahi empieza su tormento.

En la primera noche los sueños de Mike sobre el secuestro de su hermano son vividos, y aparecen 5 niños que parecen querer decirle algo, pero no logra adivinarlo. Como sus sueños allí son más vividos, decide llevarse para la segunda noche de guardia sus pastillas para dormir. Cada vez avanza más en sus sueños, pero le despierta que llame a la puerta Vanessa Shelly (Elizabeth Lail), una policía que le avisa que no puede dormirse en ese trabajo.

Vanessa avisa a Mike que tiene que tener cuidado en la pizzería y mantenerse despierto, así llega a la tercera noche.

Ese día por la mañana descubrimos que la niñera de Abby está relacionada con la tía malvada de Mike, y que entran a robar a la pizzería durante el día para que echen a Mike de su trabajo, y ante esto, servicios sociales le quite a su hermana y sé la dé a su tía.

Los animatrónicos matan a los intrusos y la niñera no aparece para hacerse cargo de Abby, por lo que Mike tiene que llevársela a la pizzería, allí él se duerme. Y sueña con los 5 niños que le dibujan un conejo amarillo como responsable del secuestro de Garret.

Cuando Mike despierta busca a Abby y la encuentra con los animatrónicos, Mike no se cree que estén vivos, y aunque ellos le desprecian por ser adulto, lo toleran porque Abby dice que es su hermano. Vanessa también aparece y le dice que no tiene que temer porque Abby este con ellos, que son más letales con adultos. Pero que si está con ellas todo irá bien.

Mike tiene otro sueño y le pregunta directamente a Vanessa si los niños de sus sueños están dentro de los animatrónicos y ella le dice que sí. Que están vivos y por eso les gusta tanto estar con niños.

En su siguiente sueño los niños le piden intercambiar a Abby por el secuestrador de su hermano, Mike acepta, está desesperado por saber todo lo que pasó. Abby está en casa mientras la cuida su tía, pero Freddy en forma de niño va a buscarla a casa para llevarla a la pizzería y que se quede con ellos para siempre, buscan meterla dentro de uno de los trajes y que muera en el proceso, como ellos.

Vanessa le cuenta la verdadera historia de los niños, que un hombre los secuestro y los asesino, y como no podía esconder los cuerpos porque los descubrirían, los metió dentro de los animatrónicos, y así volvieron a la vida. Ese asesino es el padre de Vanessa, William Afton.

Pero mediante engaños y mentiras, William, que no es otro que Spring bonnie. Manipula a los otros animatrónicos para que hagan lo que él quiere, sin recordar que fue él quien les hizo todo ese dolor.

Al final William aparece dentro de su traje y persigue a Mike para matarlo, quiere quedarse con Abby y acabar con él, para eliminar a toda su familia.

William apuñala a Vanessa cuando intenta ayudar a Mike y Abby, pero la niña hace a los animatrónicos recordar y acaban con William.

Los animatrónicos dejan que Mike, Vanessa y Abby se marchen y descubren cuál fue su verdadero final, ante esta revelación Mike también descubre que fue William quien secuestró y asesinó a Garrett y de esa manera puede cerrar esa etapa de su vida.

Vanessa está ingresada por sus heridas y Mike, que ya se encuentra mejor, le dice que estarán con ella cuando se encuentre mejor.

Mike y Abby se vuelven más cercanos, pero la niña sufre porque sus amigos están solo. Mike reflexiona sobre ello, pero descubrimos que Spring Bonnie todavía está vivo.

Anticipándonos que es posible que exista una segunda parte de este film para que entendamos todo el lore que se encuentra detrás de la saga de videojuegos Five Nights at Freddy's.

[kitty-buster-moon-simp]

Inktober Day 19 ~ Kissed By Jestro's Henchman

Esp:

Hoy Les Traigo La 19na Semana Del Inktober 2024, Hoy Hice Este Dibujo De Cora Williams-Rolls (Nuevo OC De Lego Nexo Knights) Siendo Besada Por Tom Cinnamon (Otro OC De Nexo Knights), El Ex Secuaz Y Sirviente De Jestro, Ahora El Caballero Gato De Rollos De Canela, En Una Hermosa Colina En Knighton. Cora Es La Hermana Menor De Hugo Alberto Williams (Mi Otro OC De Nexo Knights) Y Le Confesó Sus Sentimientos A Tom Cuando Aún Era Secuaz De Jestro, Ella Es Como Nya (De Ninjago) O Nezuko Kamado (De Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba), Ya Que Es Hermana Menor De Hugo Alberto, Pero Ella No Fue Convertida En Demonio, Ella Junto A Sus Padres, Fueron Secuestrados Por Monstrox, Dejando Solo A Hugo Alberto Y Le Hicieron Creer Que Sus Padres Y Su Hermana Habían Fallecido, Y Eso Deprimió Mucho A Hugo Alberto Ya Que Fue A Cora A Quién Cuidó Desde Pequeña Y Con La Que Tanto Sonrió Y Jugó. Tiempo Después, Hugo Alberto Se Entera De Que Secuestraron A Sus Padres, Y Se Reencuentra Con Cora, Su Hermana Menor, Y Ella Le Revela Que Se Convirtió En Tío, Ya Que Ella Y Tom Tuvieron A Caterina Y A Tom Jr Cuando Aún Estaban Secuestrados, Pero Tom Tenía Que Fingir Hacerle Daño A Cora Para Que Jestro No Lo Despidiera De Ser Su Secuaz Y Sirviente. Por Otro Lado, Tom, Cuando Era El Secuaz Y Sirviente De Jestro, Era Forzado A Hacer El Aseo, Limpiar Los Pies De Jestro, Peinarlo, Lavarle Cierta Parte Del Cuerpo, Ayudarlo A Crear Monstruos, Atacar A Los Residentes De Knighton Y Más Cosas Crueles, Pero Jestro Lo Despidió De Ser Su Secuaz Y Sirviente Cuando Cora Le Confesó Sus Sentimientos Románticos Y Cuando Tuvieron Hijos Y Después De Ser Despedido, Clay, Aaron, Axl, Lance, Macy, Hugo Alberto, Kissy, Candy Y Terra Lo Animan A Unirse A Ellos, Y Animan A Tom Y Cora A Unirse A Ellos Y Así Fue. Lo Sé, Mucho Texto XD, Pero Bueno, Espero Que Les Guste Este Dibujo Que Hice^^

Eng:

Today I Bring You The 19th Week Of Inktober 2024, Today I Made This Drawing Of Cora Williams-Rolls (New Lego Nexo Knights OC) Being Kissed By Tom Cinnamon (Another Nexo Knights OC), Jestro's Former Henchman And Servant, Now The Cat Knight Of Cinnamon Rolls, On A Beautiful Hill In Knighton. Cora Is The Younger Sister Of Hugo Alberto Williams (My Other Nexo Knights OC) And She Confessed Her Feelings To Tom When He Was Still Jestro's Henchman, She Is Like Nya (From Ninjago) Or Nezuko Kamado (From Demon Slayer / Kimetsu No Yaiba), Since She Is Hugo Alberto's Younger Sister, But She Was Not Turned Into A Demon, She And Her Parens Were Kidnapped By Monstrox, Leaving Hugo Alberto Alone And They Made Him Believe That His Parents And His Sister Had Passed Away, And That Made Hugo Alberto Very Depressed Since It Was Cora Who He Took Care Of Since She Was Little And With Whom He Smiled And Played So Much. Some Time Later, Hugo Alberto Finds Out That His Parents Were Kidnapped, And He Meets Cora, His Younger Sister, And She Reveals To Him That He Became An Uncle, Since She And Tom Had Caterina And Tom Jr When They Were Still kidnapped, But Tom Had To Pretend To Hurt Cora So That Jestro Would Not Fire Him From Being His Henchman And Servant. On The Other Hand, Tom, When He Was Jestro's Henchman And Servant, Was Forced To Do Grooming, Clean Jestro's Feet, Comb His Hair, Wash A Certain Part Of His Body, Help Him Create Monsters, Attack Knighton Residentes And More Cruel Things, But Jestro Fired Him From Being His henchman And Servant When Cora Confessed Her Romantic Feelings To Him And When They Had Children And After Being Fired, Clay, Aaron, Axl, Lance, Macy, Hugo Alberto, Kissy, Candy And Terra Encourage him To Join Them , And They Encourage Tom and Cora To Join Them And So It Was. I know, A Lot Of text XD, But Well, I Hope You Like This Drawing That I Made^^

[nysims4]

Capitulo 14: La boda.

Los meses pasaron rápidamente desde la vendimia y la propuesta. Así que, después de unos pocos preparativos llegó el día donde oficialmente Bella formaría su nueva (y merecida) familia.

Llegaron los invitados. Todos estaban ya listos para la ceremonia.

Como no podía ser de otra manera, la boda la ofició el padre William, Las hermanas de la iglesia vinieron también, fueron un apoyo clave para Bella durante sus primeros pasos como artista.

Hasta que finalmente aparece Bella.

Thomas no puede contener la emoción al verla vestida de novia.

Ahí estaba frente a él , la mujer de su vida, la que sin querer llegó para cambiarlo absolutamente todo.

"Y ahora, con el corazón lleno de amor y esperanza, invito a Bella y Thomas a compartir sus votos, promesas que reflejan el profundo compromiso que tienen el uno con el otro."

"Ahora, como símbolo de sus promesas y del amor eterno que se tienen, intercambien estos anillos. Que estos anillos sean un recordatorio constante de los votos que han hecho hoy y del amor que los une."

Toda la familia y amigos estallaron en vítores y aplausos, celebrando con alegría y entusiasmo el amor de la nueva pareja.

Y así Bella y Thomas iniciaron juntos una nueva etapa donde aun le venían muchas batallas que afrontar, pero con el apoyo de todos.

To be continued...

[nobodia]

Tres fragmentos de Cuando las mujeres fueron pájaros, de Terry Tempest Williams:

1

Ver la escritura Nushu es ver huellas de pájaros, cuervos que caminan decididamente por un estrecho sendero cubierto de nieve. Es una caligrafía linear y elegante, muy distinta a los caracteres cuadrados del chino tradicional. Ésta es la escritura secreta de las mujeres, que fue usada durante cientos de años en las aldeas rurales de Jiang-yong, en la provincia china de Hunan.

El Nushu echó raíces en el lenguaje de las mujeres iletradas, mujeres a las que no se les permitía asistir al colegio incluso hasta el siglo veinte. Esas escrituras susurrantes eran transmitidas de madre a hija y entre amigas cercanas, “hermanas por juramento”, y cuidadosamente resguardadas entre los dobleces de abanicos de papel,bordadas en pañuelos o escritas discretamente dentro de los zapatos que sujetaban sus pies.

Una de las últimas practicantes de Nushu, Yang Huanyi, nació en 1909. Explicó cómo el Nushu era una manera en que las mujeres podían hablar entre ellas fuera del lenguaje de los hombres. En los pueblos, las mujeres hacían libros encuadernados a mano, escritos en Nushu, que se pasaban unas a otras como regalos.

Los temas eran principalmente autobiográficos. A veces, simples; otras veces, profundos. Cuando moría quien los había escrito, la mujer más cercana a ella los quemaba como una ofrenda para acompañarla en el más allá, una conjunción de palabra y espíritu.

2

Aquel que sabe que su cuerpo es la espuma de una ola sigue el camino que ésta marca.

— El Dhammapada

3

¿Cómo está tu sombra, tu honorable sombra? Éste era un saludo común entre amigos en Japón, un reconocimiento de que lo que rechazamos es tan importante como lo que aceptamos. Camino con mi sombra detrás de mí, a veces delante de mí y a menudo a mi lado. Es mi compañera caprichosa: visible, luego oculta, amorfa. Una sombra no se crea en la oscuridad. Nace de la luz. Podemos ser ciegos ante ella o cegarnos por ella. Nuestra sombra nos pide ver lo que no queremos ver. Si nos negamos a enfrentarla, se proyectará en alguien más. De modo que no tenemos otra opción que involucrarnos.

[notasfilosoficas]

“Todas las guerras son guerras entre ladrones demasiado cobardes para luchar, que inducen a los jóvenes varones de todo el mundo a hacer la lucha por ellos”

Emma Goldman

Fue una anarquista y escritora lituana nacida en Kaunas (antes imperio ruso) en junio de 1869, fue apodada “la mujer mas peligrosa de Estados Unidos”, debido a sus ideas revolucionarias por su pensamiento tanto feminista como anarquista.

Sus padres eran judíos ortodoxos, cuya madre ya tenía dos hijos de un matrimonio anterior y posteriormente 4 hijos mas de un matrimonio arreglado. Emma fue la primera hija de esos 4.

 Ya casados los padres de Emma, invirtieron la herencia familiar en la creación de un pequeño hotel que rápidamente fracasó.

Derivado de la situación tan delicada que imperaba en esos tiempos para los judíos, especialmente tras la muerte del Zar Alejandro II, la familia se mudó a San Petersburgo y a la edad de 16 años Emma y su hermana huyeron a los Estados Unidos, en donde se casa con un emigrante ruso mismo que dejaría 10 meses después conservando la ciudadanía estadounidense.

Emma conoce a Alexander Berkman, un pilar fundamental del movimiento anarquista estadounidense, por lo que Emma a la edad de 20 años ya era una activista del anarquismo y una entusiasta revolucionaria.

Berkman la inspiró para desarrollar su papel de propagandista, oradora y escritora, redactando libros, revistas y periódicos, con una activa participación en huelgas, mitines y protestas, así como la participación en un intento de asesinar al empresario Henry Clay Frick en 1893.

Sus ideas libertarias iban desde la libertad sexual, difusión y uso de preservativos y divulgación de ideas feministas y anarquistas, razón por la cual llegó a estar en prisión en varias ocasiones.

Goldman fue acusada en 1893 de agitadora y volvió a prisión por oponerse al servicio militar obligatorio en donde estuvo prisionera en la isla de Blackwell.

En 1901 se le involucra en un complot para asesinar al presidente William McKinley y en 1916 nuevamente es detenida y encarcelada por la distribución de un manifiesto en favor de la anticoncepción.

Goldman es encarcelada por cuarta vez, en 1917 junto con Alexander Berkman por conspirar contra la ley que obligaba al servicio militar, haciendo publicas su rechazo a la primera guerra mundial al que consideraba un acto del imperialismo, y dos años después fue deportada a Rusia pues se le llegó a considerar por el presidente Hoover como una de las mujeres mas peligrosas de América.

Entre 1920 y 1922 residió en la Union Soviética y participó en la sublevación anarquista de Kronstadt, apoyando a los bolcheviques que posteriormente fueron reprimidos y asignados a trabajos forzados durante la revolución de octubre. Razón por la cual Goldman debe cambiar de bando de donde datan sus escritos “Mi desilusión con Rusia” y “Mi posterior desilusión con Rusia” marchándose a vivir a Canadá.

Emma Goldman fallece en mayo de 1940 en Toronto Canadá víctima de un segundo ataque vascular cerebral a la edad de 70 años.

Fuente: Wikipedia.

[inspiredwriter]

*Una noche en la pizzería Fazbaer tortuga*

Stefany 2018, Anastasia 2018, April 2018 and Candy 2018 :*entra la oficina de seguridad*

Stefany 2018 :* se acomda la gorra*mis chicas hoy será nuestra gran noche de trabajo en la pizzería Fazbaer tortuga 😉😁🏪🍕✨

April 2018 : estoy de acuerdo Stefes, increíble que William nos contrató como guardia de seguridad para cuidar el restaurante genial de todos los tiempos con lo más asombroso animatrónicos😄😊👍👮‍♀️🔦🤖*aprieta sus puños*o si viene ladrón y robar cosas o el dinero le daremos un merecido😈😁💰✊💥

Anastasia 2018 :*mirá las cámaras y ve las tortugas*wow, vamos a cuidar los animatrónicos más geniales del mundo🤩☺️🤖🐢✨*señala la imagen de Mikey*pero Mikey es mi favorita como la pizza 🥰😋🍕❣️💗💞

Candy 2018 :*se cruza los brazos* eso ya lo sabemos Anastasia tranquilízate🙄😏📹*mira las cámaras*pero tenemos que tener cuidado escuché que la pizzería está embrujada que se fueron los antiguos trabajadores 🤔😟👮‍♂️👻🏪

Stefany 2018 : no existen los fantasmas Candy 🤨😒🚫👻*toma las papeles y los revisa* Acabo de revisar el papeleo qué los trabajadores renunciaron por miedo de los animatrónicos que cobran vida en la noche 🤔😟🤖🌃📄

Anastasia 2018 : Oh si Yo también revisé el papel que eran solo los antiguos trabajadores que trabajaban 😕🙁📑*muestra la foto las chicas*pero dijeron que se habían desaparecido por un accidente de un oso dorado 😣😨💦🐻🎩 no quiero que me lastime o peor nos meterá en trajes de animatrónicos😱😰🤖💦

April 2018 :*abraza a Anastasia* No te preocupes hermana no tienes que asustarte estoy aquí para protegerte 😉🤗💗💞❣️

Anastasia 2018 : tiene razón tú siempre me proteges de los miedos del peligro 😃😄💕💓✨

Stefany 2018 : pienso lo correcto no estás ya todos estaremos a salvo en la oficina solo hay que cerrar las puertas revisar las cámaras 😊😏🚪🔐📹*toma la tableta y no ve los Animatrónicos* Oh dios los animatrónicos están estaban a aquí un segundo😲😰💦🐻🐰🐥

Candy 2018 :*mirá cámara y ve la imagen de Raph* solo veo a Raph el Cove Kids por fuera de servicio 😟🤔🏴‍☠️ Pero qué pasa si están vivos y escondidos para asustarnos 😣😨👻

Stefany 2018 : Supongo que tenemos que revisar todo el lugar de la pizzería🤨😔🔦🏪*saca las linternas del cajón* Anastasia, quiero que revises en la cocina 🍳🍕April, tú revisarás en el cuarto de servicio 🚪⚙️🧰Candy, tú entrarás al Cove Kids y no se llevaron a Rafa El pirata 🏴‍☠️🔦yo, me quedaré Aquí revisando las cámaras de seguridad😤😉📹🖥️

Anastasia 2018, April 2018 and Candy 2018 : como gustes capitana 🫡🫡🫡*salen de la oficina*

Leo 2018 :*mirá a Stefany en escondidas de la ventana* jajaja~😄😈

@inspiredwriter

Stefany 2018: Hmm, was it just me or did someone laugh just now?🤨 *Examines CCTV cameras* I can't imagine where the animatronics could have gone, they are not in the kitchen or in the playroom..🤔😕🍽🎁🎈 Wait, I see something in the corridor...😥 Oh God, Leonardo is very close, I have to lock the door immediately!😱😫🚪🔐 *Locks the door*

Leo 2018: *Knocks on the window* (Thoughts💭) Shell, the security guard noticed me before I could burst into the office!✊😡👿

Stefany 2018: Oh, how scary his eyes shine in the dark...😰💦👀 *Turns on the flashlight and points it at Leo* Maybe if I shine the flashlight in his face, he will go away, because I have very little energy and soon the door will open😥😖🔦🚪🪫

Leo 2018: *Closes eyes and bends over* Ouch!😩😖 I almost burned my eyes with this stupid light...🤬😤🔦 But I would like to get a better look at what the new security guard looks like🤔🤨 *Covering his eyes with a hand, looks at Stefany* ...Oh my pizza slices~!😳😲🍕💘💖❣️💕

Stefany 2018: *Blushes* Huh?😳😧 Why is he looking at me so strangely?..😳💓💘🩷💞

*In the kitchen*

Anastasia 2018: *Walks through the kitchen, humming the song "Hello, my baby" by Chordettes* Jeez, when I hum it, I don't feel so scared😅😊🎶 But I have to be careful, because the animatronics may be somewhere nearby😰😥🔦

Mikey 2018: *Hiding in the dark* (Thoughts💭) Hahaha, when the right moment comes, I will suddenly jump out and scare the security guard😈😆 ...But Leo didn't warn me that the new security guard is a girl😧😳👮‍♀️📹 I see with my night vision eyes that she is very beautiful and singing so pretty~😀😍💖💝💗💕

*In the utility room*

April 2018: *Walks through the room* Oh, it's so cold and gloomy here...😰 I don't think going looking for the animatronics alone was a good idea, I hope none of them attacked my little sister. I'm so worried about her...😥😖 Ah, it seems like there's something iron behind me😧😰 *Shines a flashlight and sees Donnie* Aaah?!😱🔦

Donnie 2018: It was very nice of you to snuggle up to my metal chest frame😉😈 (Thoughts💭) Wow, I must admit, this girl looks very beautiful for security guard~😳🥰👮‍♀️💓❤💘💞 Now I don’t even know how I can grab her and put her in the animatronic costume...🤔🥺🤖💗💓💕

*In the playroom*

Candy 2018: *Opens the curtain of the pirate cove and shines a flashlight inside* It looks like Raphael really left his pirate cove😕🔦🏴‍☠️ I can't believe that such scary machines were created to entertain children...😓🎉🎂🎊🧒👦👧 Brrr, I'm a grown girl and the thought of meeting one of them who wants to scare me, makes my skin crawl...😖😥

Raph 2018: *Sneaks up behind Candy* (Thoughts) Mmmh, hahaha, get ready to attack the ship, pirates...😈⛵🏴‍☠️ *Looks at Candy's back and booty* Wait a second, my only eye spotted a gorgeous mermaid on the horizon!~😃😍🧜‍♀️💝💘❤💕 Such a beauty like she is dangerous to stay here, so I have to quickly lead her to the exit...🥺🥰💗💓💝💞 But her work clothes..🤨 She is the security guard?!😲😧👮‍♀️📹

@swagreecrow

[emma-xd-15]

◇Thomas Dice Williams◇

Su ama se murió.

No sé lleva bien con su apa.

Solo le queda su hermana xdddd

Dueño de una empresa bien pagada.