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adventuringblind · 11 months ago

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Monsters in my Mind

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Sometimes those thoughts won't leave, the ones you don't want... The ones that can be dangerous. All it takes is one person to help make them go away.

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, referenced/implied self-harm, violent thoughts, impulsive behaviors, panic attacks, non-sexual dominance as a form of coping, dom/sub undertones

Notes: My thoughts are self stabby as of late. Pardon me as I write this for myself to keep my head and hands busy.

Side Note: Consider feeding my praise kink maybe...?

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The head is a strange place. One's conscious is usually meant to help them make the right decisions and not engage in acts that could hurt them or others. Her head, however, is the opposite of that.

It's a dark twisted place where thoughts that aren't her own find refuge. They want to bathe her in the ecstasy of things that shouldn't feel good. daydreams about things that could repulse any typical human being.

Sometimes they are so strong and her bodies reactions are so out of control, that she has to find relief somewhere. The knife against her skin takes the edge off. Is it normal to moan at the sting and feel satisfied looking at her red stained thighs? She does, until the realization settles in and the guilt won't let her think.

The thoughts laugh at her for giving in so easily. They scrutinize the fact she gets off on the pain.

She walks around in fear of herself. The anxiety and exhaustion from constantly fighting herself are visible on her body. She's tired, and everyone knows it. It's why they don't come near her. Always to caught up in her own head to realize people are trying converse.

It's not like her job requires to much discussion with people. Puzzles keep her brain busy and Ferrari keeps her busy with all the strategy mishaps they throw at her. They throw her a problem, she solves it, plans for next time, and they fuck it up again by not using the solution.

Sometimes she thinks about throwing herself in front of an F1 car going full speed. That voice in her head screams at her anytime she's close to the live track.

Then there is Max. His voice sends the thoughts running and it makes her want to cling to him. She wants him to never stop talking about anything and everything.

Today had been particularly difficult with the of the driver switch coming at the end of the season. Carlos and Charles are the first drivers she's worked with and they all got along great. She doesn't want it to change. That means more unknowns.

The wind graces her cheeks and kisses her finger tips as she sits on the balcony of their apartment. Everything is to much right now and her thoughts won't quiet.

She was in Maranello when the news came out. Her head became so loud with the fear of change and worry for her friend. Enough to be sent home for the day - alone, and nothing to help her head aside from the burning desire to just end it all.

Max had made arraignments for her to spend some time with him in the Milton-Keynes. She was still alone for periods of time. Enough to have to settle herself somehow.

The color red makes something in her relax. Specifically when it's flowing out of her own body.

Now Max is with her and she's stuck in her own head. The never ending maze of twisted thoughts keeps her from moving. The fear of giving in has been looming over her head for longer then normal. It feels like she's losing something, always has been with this team, but change feels far worse then staying with them.

Max hasn't pushed her to do much aside from at least stay in his presence. Occasionally attempting to get her out of her own head with movies and games. He's even spent hours at a time just talking to her about anything and everything.

He opens the door to the balcony, but she doesn't look at him. Not until he holds his hand out for her to take. An action she does without hesitation. No thoughts are needed for this, just following Max's lead.

He leads her over to the couch and arranges them so she can sit tucked into his lap. A grounding hand runs up and down the lenght of her spine. "I've been doing some research about how we might be able to get your head to quiet down."

"I'll do anything, jus' want it to stop." Her voice sounds dry and cracked from how hard she's screamed and cried through the last few days.

"Do you trust me?"

"More then I trust anyone."

She finds herself slipping off the couch and onto her knees, in-between Max's legs with her head resting against his thigh. His touch doesn't leave her skin. "You're doing so good for me. Listen to my voice and focus on taking big breathes for me. Can you do that for me?"

She hums in response. The continual stroke of Max's fingers against her face and sound of his voice already helping immensely.

"That's it, just breathe for me. I've got you; you don't have to fight the thoughts alone. I'm right here with you, keeping them away, never leaving your side." Max grabs one of her hands with his free one. her fingers lay between his. Her favorite puzzle with how easy the pieces fit together.

"You're here with me; I've got you. Those scary thoughts aren't your own. The are unwanted and uninvited, but most importantly, they don't define you. You are brave, loved, beautiful without gaping wounds. You're not crazy or psychotic. You are yourself, with your highs and your lows."

Her body has never felt like this. Her entire being wants to give itself over to Max. His breathes guiding her own, his gentle yet firm hold on her keeping her where he wants.

She lets herself fall under his spell. If Max can take the control away from her, make her complaint and relaxed like this, then he can have her thoughts too.

"That's it, such a good girl, let me think for you. I won't leave you to fight or flounder on your own."

She follows Max's directions, lets him guide her in this place of trust and letting go of things. He's turning her brain off and letting her float without any kind of worries except what Max is telling her to do.

Until all she can think of is him. The calm the comes with his presence and the way his voice falls over her like a soft blanket. Max is all she knows, occupying every crevice of her mind and leaving no room for anything else to creep in.

"How're you feeling, geliefd?" There is a lightness to his tone that makes her swoon.

She hums against his leg. "Warm, fuzzy, head empty."

"Then you stay here as long as you need, okay? I'll keep you safe."

And she does.

She falls into the warm embrace of Max's words. She lets him protect her and keep the dark ugly thoughts away.

With Max, her head is quiet. The voices can't come though. When they do, he's there to fight them back.

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laura1633 · 4 months ago

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hi laura, sorry to disturb, i had a really shitty day and was wondering if you had a cute little lestappen snippet or prompt, like pure sappy love? nothing much, really, only some cute words so my brain switches off ✨ thanks a lot, have a lovely night <3

Hi anon, so sorry to hear you've had a shitty day. I really hope you at least get to relax this evening and are able to switch off from things.

I don't really have anything written like that but I have tried to write a very quick few words for you, just some Max and Charles being in love. Sorry it's so rushed and maybe not quite what you were looking for but hopefully it helps just a little.

Sending lots of love <3

Charles is half asleep when he hears the click of the front door. The Monegasque’s eyes fly open and for the briefest of moments he freezes and listens to the footsteps as they approach his room.

“Max,” Charles squints his eyes to make sure he is seeing things properly, “You’re not meant to be back until tomorrow.”

“I didn’t want to spend another night without you, I have to go back in the morning for a few hours,” Max says simply as he slips off his jacket and then makes quick work of the rest of this clothes, stripping right down to his boxer briefs before clambering on to the bed.

“You came back just to sleep next to me?” Charles looks at Max in amusement, he’s meant to be in the UK doing simulator work. He’s most definitely not meant to be in Monaco until at least tomorrow evening.

“Of course,” Max grins, “Bad for the environment I know, but very good for me, I don’t like sleeping without you next to me.”

Charles’ heart flutters.

“So do I get a kiss for my effort?” Max brings his hands up to cup Charles’ face, kissing him slowly, lips soft where they massage against the Monegasque’s.

Max is a good kisser. Charles hadn’t expected him to be quite so tender with it. Sure in the heat of the moment things can get a little more adventurous but in moments like these Max treats him like the most precious thing on earth. There may have been a time Charles would have despised that, the feeling of being weak or fragile. Not anymore. Now he can’t wait for Max’s soft touch against his face and delicate press of lips.

“You really came back just to sleep here?”

“I really did,” Max grins, “You know you look so cute when you’re all sleepy”

Charles feels his cheeks heating up.

“And cute when you blush,” Max hums, “So cute that when I leave tomorrow I’m just going to scoop you up and put you in my pocket.”

“Stop it” Charles giggles, more playful than protest, he is actually rather a fan of Max’s cutesy talk.

“I can’t stop it,” Max strokes a hand through Charles’ hair, “It’s your fault for making me feel like this.”

“Feel like what?” Charles bites at his lips, whoever said the excitable butterflies would fade with time is lying, he’s just as giddy in Max’s arms as he always was. It’s nice to feel protected, loved, cared for.

“Feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” Max grins, “and I know that is sappy or whatever, I just… last night I was in bed alone and I missed you.”

“I missed you to,” Charles admits as he leans across and pecks Max against the lips before nosing along his jaw. If there is one thing Charles has learnt it is that it’s nice not just to feel loved and cared for but to also feel in love and want to care for someone else. With Max he has that. Max is broad and strong and looks fierce on track but he’s soft and kind and Charles just wants to see him happy.

Max settles down on his side, his forehead pressed against Charles’, soft little kisses dropping between the two of them as their legs tangle together under the covers.

“Lets do this for the rest of our lives” Max says contentedly, “Me and you, lets do this forever.”

“Forever,” Charles hums delighted.

They came into this world just 16 days apart, they grew up in each other’s orbit, the universe pulled them together and nobody is ever going to pull them apart.

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formula1fanfiction · 4 months ago

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Max Verstappen / Esteban ocon

Title: Something deep inside

Pairing: Max Verstappen / Esteban ocon

Characters: Max Verstappen, Esteban ocon, Charles Leclerc, George Russell

Prompt: could i ask for max/esteban enemies to lovers with bottom esteban?

A/N: I might make this into a bit of a series with the rest of the grid and see how weird the pairings can be. ;)

Bonding, that's what the fucking FIA had called it. Apparently there is too much animosity between the drivers, too much conflict which is causing problems on the track. They had come up with his brilliant scheme to make two drivers share a room for the night.

Max is a pretty chill guy, he gets along with most of the grid, of course he has had his spats with the others Lewis at Silverstone, George in baku but he wouldn't say he hated them, who he does hate is Esteban Ocon.

So when Max opened up that email and saw he had been assigned none of than Esteban Ocon, he had considered putting his red bull into the wall a high speed, but that really wouldn't be fair on his family.

"Don't even look at me, let alone speak to me."Max rolls his suitcase into the hotel room, Esteban is laid out on the double bed, his hands behind his head with a scowl on his face. The horrible realisation hits him like a ton of bricks, there is only bed.

"I don't like you, either." Esteban stairs at him like he's just an annoying insect. "The only person worse than you is Pierre." Pierre is a good tactic, he can use him to piss Esteban off. "At least Pierre is a good driver of course, unlike you. I hope the floor is comfortable."

"The floor, what are you talking about?" What an idiot, he's obviously too stupid realise there is only one bed in the room. "The floor, what are you talking about and don't bring Pierre into this." The pure anger is radiating off Esteban. "I got here first, you can take the floor, Max."

"Absolutely not, I have a championship to win, you are a rubbish driver in a rubbish wheel barrow no one will even notice if you're shit." Max unpacks his suitcase, pushes all Esteban's clothes into a crumpled heap just to be petty.

They can't come to compromise regarding the bed. The hotel is offering drinks for the drivers downstairs, so he has two options get blind drunk so he won't care, or get Esteban so drunk he sleeps on the floor, hopefully option two. "Lets go down for drinks, Charles is waiting for me and i'm sure whatever loser tolerates you." Max chuckles, pulling on his jacket and leaving the room without waiting for a response.

He finds Charles with a equally solemn look on his face. "Who did you get, Charles?" Charles is staring at a blonde head, Max follows his gaze until it reaches Kevin, Max chuckles. "At least you didn't get your enemy." Charles can't help but laugh. "Hey, George got Lance and he's pissed off, see if you can switch." Max's very drunk brain thinks this is a good idea, George is weird but anything is better than Esteban.

"Hey, Russell." George jumps and whatever fruity concoction he's drinking spills down his crisp white shirt. "Fuck sake, Max." That really isn't going to help his case. "I heard you got Lance, I know the two of you don't really like each other, we could switch?" Max offers him a very charming smile, but George taking a step back like he's dealing with a rabid dog. "Rules are rules Max, as much as we might not like that." Max resists the urge to call him boring and runs off, drinking an extra five shorts to try and get him through the night.

The shots send him a little whoozy, he finds Esteban at the back of the club ad sits down next to him. "I hate Lance, he wouldn't switch rooms." Esteban informs him, he's also drunk his lips are glistening and look really inviting, what the fuck is happening. "I hate George, boring bastard, he would suck off the rules if they let him." Esteban chuckles, before he even knows what's happening their lips meet, everything is too much of a blur, in their alcohol clogged mind. "I'm taking you back to bed." Max can feel the tightness in his pants, and going back to bed with Esteban seems like a very good idea all of sudden, he allows Esteban to take him by the hand, sparks fly and send tingles up his arms.

He's all over Esteban, he doesn't waste a single second, as soon as Esteban slides down the key card, he pushes the Frenchman back into the room and presses their lips together, it's rough, it's passionate, it's everything. Their lips only break apart to tear away each other's clothing, until they are both naked and needy.

"Let me fuck you, please." Max pants into Esteban's mouth, they are still kissing as they make their way over to the bed. Esteban lets out a small needy moan, as his naked body falls back onto the bed. "Please. It's been so long since i've fucked anyone." Esteban's eyes go wide at this, yes Charles is a top, so what?"

"Please fuck me." Esteban presses a packet of lube, from who knows where into his hand. He doesn't waste any more time and pours the lube onto his fingers, Esteban has already positioned himself on the bed, his legs spread wide, just waiting for Max to touch him.

Max pecks Esteban on the lips, and guides his finger tips to the waiting entrance. Max swallows every whine, and moan from Esteban's mouth, and pushes two fingers inside. Esteban accepts his fingers much easier than Max expected, and prepping the Frenchman doesn't take long. Max rewards Esteban with a few strokes over his sweet spot, and only then does he let his finger tips slip out of Esteban's glistening entrance, he can't wait to be inside of it.

Max's own cock is throbbing and begging for attention. "Are you ready?" Esteban nods and wraps his long legs around Max's waist. "Fuck me, Max." That's all the invitation he needs, he presses the head of his cock against Esteban's lube slick entrance and slowly slides inside, both of them cry out as Max slides through the lube and thrusts himself to the hilt.

Max stalls for a few moments, he knows that he likes a moment to adjust. He waits until Esteban stops clenching down around him, which takes his all his efforts he just wants to fuck into the warm heat. He feels so perfect wrapped around Max, like he was made to be here. "Max please, come on." Max digs his fingers into Esteban's hips and starts to move.

Esteban takes his cock into his hands and strokes himself to the same pace, starting off slow and shallow but becoming harder and deeper with every thrust, all that pent up hate and anger builds up into a rough pace, with Max slamming into Esteban's prostate over and over again.

"It's you, it's always been you." Esteban tells him, Max's fucked out brain can't really comprehend that sentence because at that moment, Esteban loses it, his hips arching up off the bed as he comes hard, making a mess of his own stomach and abs. Esteban tightens ever so beautifully around him, pushing Max into his own orgasm, he cries out as he spills inside of Esteban. He blacks out with the force of it and falls asleep wrapped up in Esteban's arms.

When Max opens his eyes, he realises his cock is still buried inside of someone, and that someone is Esteban. He really enjoyed last night, but it shouldn't have happened and he doesn't know how Esteban feels about it, so he goes with a defensive mechanism instead. "Fuck you Esteban, how dare you take advantage of me because I was drunk." He can hear the pounding of his own heart beat from the guilt.

A look of pure heart break etches on to Esteban's features but quickly disappears. "I was drunk too, you utter arsehole." There are tears in Esteban's eyes, So Esteban must at least like him a little bit.

"Estie..." Max sits down beside him, and runs his hand down Esteban's bareback, he doesn't pull away, so Max continues. "I'm sorry acted this way, I felt something last night and I didn't know if you felt the same way and I panicked." Esteban smiles, it looks genuine.

"Did you realise you didn't hate me as much as you thought, because that's how I felt." Max chuckles, because yes exactly that. "Yes, I think all this hatred built up into some kind of sexual tension, because I really like you." Max's cock twitches just remembering last night, he really would like to do that again. "So you don't hate me anymore?" Esteban asks with a shy smile and how can Max hate that face. "No, but.."

"Don't think I have forgiven you for crashing into me in Brazil and taking my win away from me." But he says it with a laugh as he dives forward and presses his lips again Esteban's in a soft passionate kiss.

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jesssssssssica · 2 years ago

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sparks fly dr3

you’re truly hypnotising to me. the way you smile and the sound you make whenever you laugh are engraved in my mind. and i know it’s wrong the way i feel about you, the way you move from one women to the next should really scare me off but i know deep down that i will always come back to you.

especially when you are standing so close to me, close enough for me to see every detail on your face, your beautiful face. you stand so close to me i feel dizzy, only having one thought running through me, can he hear what i am thinking of?

he must do, because the way i look at you it makes it all so obvious and everyone knows it. whenever you walk into a room, carlos, charles,lando hell even max will give me the nudge on the shoulder and give me a smirk. they know how i feel about you so when will you realise?

daniel when will you realise that i want no, need you. i need you daniel. i need you to realise that i won’t live another day without you being mine. i need you to realise that you are my oxygen and that i just my lips to meet yours.

i want to be the person that you kiss underneath the pouring rain after we’ve had a rough argument and i want to be the person you hold so close after a long day or a poor race. i want to be the person that takes away all your pain, because whenever you smile i see sparks fly.

you got me hooked when i first saw those enchanting eyes of yours across the paddock, i mean how could i forget them, they practically haunt me whenever you’re not there and by everywhere, i mean everywhere. you’re in my dreams, you’re in my mind whenever i’m around any man that’s not you, you’re just everywhere and i don’t care.

and it’s not like i’m even fighting you anymore. one day it just gave up and now you’ve settled permanently in my brain.

and all it took was one touch.

one touch and then the butterflies erupted out of their cage. one touch and i was immediately enamoured with you. and when you finally kissed me that night you told me i was “better than you imagines” oh boy was i in heaven. i can’t describe exactly how long i had been waiting for that moment but what i do know is that when it finally came, i knew that no matter what, i would be with you forever.

i haven’t heard from you in ages. all i’ve gotten is the cold shoulder and it makes me question whether or not what happened actually happened but either way, i was so selfish. i was wishing no praying that you would just drop all your responsibilities and smash your lips on top of mine and that you would scream at me about how you really wanted to forget about us and that when we kissed i took away all your pain and that when we kissed sparks were set on fire.

i wish you knew how you got me infatuated with you just from one look in your eyes, the same ones that haunt me wherever i go and that whenever you smile sparks seem to always fly.

i haven’t forgotten how your hair felt when my fingers ran through it and how when we were done with everything your eyes were bright and wild, watching the lightbulb in my room, sometimes switching to meet mine a smile appearing on your face also. it makes me feel ill how easily you sway me and make me fall down to hands and knees but when you led me up my staircase, whispering quietly with a slight rasp in your voice, then what else was i meant to say to you? i’m just so enamoured by you, that whenever i see you, it’s like a firework show has started in my stomach and it’s only whenever i see you.

so i beg you to drop everything now, lose all your responsibilities for me and meet me beneath the pouring rain and kiss me with so much passion that you take my breath away and stop all my hurt and pain. all because i feel the sparks fly whenever you smile at me.

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phenomenal1500 · 4 years ago

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The Blood In My Veins | Black Sails

Chapter 63: The Ludicrous Plan

For Chapter 62: The Deciding Destination click here.

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"No. Perhaps. God, what I meant was.... there is always a plan b, somewhere, so don't worry, we'll find a way if this won't work."

"Naida, I appreciate your optimism, but I think the bottom line is that we are already carrying out plan Z. This is it. This is where the world decides if Nassau will be free and handed to us or if it will die at the hands of Woodes Rogers."

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Hopeful, but yet freezing, Jack and I roamed back to the docks and I took Charles' hand which he had offered to me to get me back on the ship before Jack.

Charles had waited outside the whole time until his dearest friend and I made our return and I detected it because of his blue colored lips and the warmth his hand had lost. Max stood alongside Charles and didn't even give us a minute to rest or warm up before firing questions our way.

"What happened with Mr. Guthrie?" She interrogated us with her thick French accent, though, my brains had stopped working and the comfort I felt rushing over me when Charles' hands made their way underneath my shirt and, with time, regained their warmth on my bare stomach made me not even care about answering her anymore. "Were you able to speak with him?"

"Mm-hmm." Jack was only able to hum owing to the fact that his lips were no longer capable of forming words.

"What did he say?"

"He told me to go fuck myself." Charles snuggled his face into the crook of my neck, leaving small, gentle kisses before trailing up to kiss me on my lips.

"Well, that does not sound good." Max struggled to find her words and Jack finally turned around, putting a hold on his cold staggering.

"The business isn't his." He confirmed and sat down onto an old barrel who could snap any moment if it wasn't this frozen. "Well, the horses are his, the cart is his, but it appears the wife is the one holding the reins." Jack sniffed because of a starting cold.

"Eleanor's grandmother?"

"And she is interested." Charles suddenly looked up. He didn't stop cherishing me, nor did he stop planting kisses on my hair and shoulders, but he did pay full attention to the chat that was in progress in front of us and furrowed his eyebrows as I could feel his chest pressing up against my back. A sign of him feeling confident. "She invited me to return this evening to provide details of our proposal. Prove that we can be trusted to manage Nassau in the event of Rogers' removal. And I think you should come with me." Jack rested his gaze on Max and Featherstone joined us too, shaking his head slowly towards Jack, hoping only Jack had seen him.

"You do?" Max inhaled for a moment. "Why?"

"Because our plan is ludicrous by any sane measure and my suspicion is if she's going to say yes, it's going to be for emotional reasons rather than financial ones. She would look across the table and see a woman with some experience quietly wielding power over men without them knowing it, and a woman who might remind her of herself. It might go a long way towards winning her."

"What about Naida? Perhaps she is a better option for our ludicrous plan." Max declared, trying to show some generosity even though she actually wanted this badly. She wanted to prove her worth again and she was given that chance.... whatever reason Jack had for giving her that opportunity so I didn't know why she declined it.

"Naida, first of all, is still expecting and I can understand if she and Charles want to spend some time together. Second of all.... She is a known pirate. If that bounty still rests on her head and when she has to introduce herself and her name echoes through the streets, Mrs. Guthrie won't see Naida as a rich madame who is anything like Mrs. Guthrie herself." Jack pointed out as he talked with weird hand gestures and it made me smile.

Jack always had been a little uncoordinated and awkward even though he was one of the smartest and persuasive people I knew in this world and those little habits made him him.

It was also pretty funny and interesting to witness.

"Finally." I could hear the sound of his deep voice bounce through my ears. "Finally.... some time with my woman." I chuckled as he pleasantly bit on my bare neck, leaving a small mark and Charles exhaled deeply, his hot breath brushing over my soft skin.

Of course Featherstone had to survey the intimate moment and I smiled awkwardly. Always when Charles and I did something intimate in public, which wasn't that common, he was the one to notice it first and he was the one to gaze at us in revolt.

"Mind to continue these activities somewhere more private?" I requested and I could feel his hands move, going from my stomach to my hips to let them rest there.

"Of course not, little one." It was unbelievably clear to me that Charles had some sort of 'gentle' lust in his eyes when I had shared a look with him and slowly everyone had already spread out to follow their own paths. Jack and Max had to leave to get ready for tonight's appointment, Featherstone had to instruct a few more men on deck who had done something wrong and Charles and I made our way to a rented room under Rackham's name. The property was not far from the harbor where we were anchored and we could arrive unseen.

It didn't take long before we checked in and I locked the door behind us.

Turning myself around so I could examine the room, I was secretly expecting Charles to push me against the wall.

Strangely, that wasn't the case because when I rotated myself, he sat on the edge of the large fur bed and stared at the large picture hanging on the wall.

It represented a gigantic ship with thirteen white sails that won from the high waves that the sea brought with her to try and swallow the ship.

Dark colors had been used to paint it and the piece of art was encased in gold. It spoke up to me. It somehow reminded me of what had happened these last few weeks. Nassau conquered by the English, Charles who managed to outrun his death, us now seeking aid from the bitch her grandparents in Philadelphia. All to preserve Nassau and save our generation of pirates.

The ship represented us, pirates, and the deadly waves were the dark times that had rested on us, but no matter what, we'll always stay alive because even if there is just a little wooden plank left, it will float and it will strand.

In silence I sat down next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist so that my head could rest against his shoulder.

"It's a rough time, but we'll get through it." I tenderly whispered while the both of us now stared at the painting, him wrapping an arm around my lower back.

"I should be the one telling you that." Charles had let out a small laugh and I chuckled with him. Then I slowly shook my head, disagreeing with him. It was my time to comfort him, not the other way around.

"I don't agree with ya."

"And why's that?" He moved his head back a little so he could watch me in his arms and raised an eyebrow.... something which he did that I loved so much.

"Because love should come from both sides." I responded and shifted my body so I was straddled on top of his lap. "And we are finally alone.... in weeks! Weeks, Charles."

It had indeed been weeks ago since we were alone and we both had suppressed some urgent feelings.

"I know, sweetheart.... so why not put us both out of this misery and strip for me."

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I had put on a long sweater to keep myself warm as I leaned against the soft headboard with Charles refreshing himself, splashing some clean water in his face. Gosh, Jack did go full luxury with this room. It was massive and had different blue shades coloring the walls and floor. The only downside was that a cold breeze filled the room, but until now I wasn't really bothered by it.

I glanced up at Charles' bare torso and I knew he felt my gaze on him when I saw him smirking, but what else did he expect? He had left the door wide open leading to the bathroom while he was located inside of it before the mirror.... with no shirt on.

I had nothing else to stare at.

"You think Jack and Max can pull it off?" He spoke up as he secured half of his hair into a tail while letting the rest hang loosely.

"Let's just hope they can." I sighed, pushing myself up with the thought of doing my hair as well. I approached the bathroom and took my time to walk inside. "Want me to braid it for you?" I chuckled as Charles jerked his head back, nodding.

Never did I think he would let me do his hair, but now he gave me actual permission.

He sat down onto the bath edge and I shook my head, knowing he did so to mock my height. I took a few thin strings between my fingers and started braiding small braids in his hair. An hour had passed and laughs and flirts had filled them before we suddenly heard horrible loud knocks on the door.

"Shit."

"Hide in the bathroom, Naida." I began to stress and didn't want to concern Charles even more than he already was so I did as I was told until a voice came from behind the door.

"CHARLES! NAIDA!?" Relief washed over me as it was Jack who pounded on the heavy door.

"Goddammit, Jack!" Charles growled as he opened the door, pulling his friend inside to quickly lock the door afterwards.

"Sorry to disturb-...."

"Disturb? You scared the shit out of us." I corrected and pulled my sweater tighter around my body because of the coldness that had entered the room, coming from the hallway.

"Sorry, but I have some news." He pointed to the bed and hoped for us to get the gesture and sit down, but neither of us understood him. "Please take a seat. With the help of Max's financial ledgers and feminine wiles, we convinced Mrs. Guthrie this evening to cooperate and to work with us.... but there is a catch. I must kill Flint...."

"YOU MUST WHAT?!" I shouted.

I didn't want to lose my temper, but sadly there was no control over my emotions anymore. Well, I didn't have control anymore, something else had.

"Naida, just hear me out, I kno-...." Jack tried to continue the conversation and tried to calm me down, but I had cut him off.

In the corner of my eye I could see Charles switching positions today , standing alongside Jack now as he wanted to let me burn out for a second.

"He's my fucking father figure and you want to end his life?!" I yelled and I could feel the strong arms of Charles wrapping around me, embracing me tightly.

One of his hands slowly stroked my hair downwards and the other one rubbed in circles on my lower back.

Rage had filled me and I struggled to surrender to his comfort.

Flint.

Jack had to kill Flint...?

For fuck sake, calm down.

"I.... I can't stop the rage. I'm sorry." I apologized before finally giving in and burying my head into the crook of his neck, closing my arms around Charles.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything."

~~~

After the incident I started because I suddenly broke by the news, I apologized to Jack and we now were standing on the dock, waving him goodbye. Jack's plan was to return to Nassau, find out where Flint was going, and execute him. My heart dropped at that thought, but somehow there was some kind of truth in what Charles and Jack had discussed when I tried to fall asleep on Charles' lap to calm down; Flint is the only man who will continue the never-ending circle of violence in Nassau and it had to be stopped.

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motorsportficexchange · 7 years ago

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The gifts are ready to read :)

A huge thank you to everyone who took part (and to everyone who supported the writers)! There’s so many amazing new fics and it was lovely to see so many writers taking part :)

Enjoy ;D

All I want to do in the middle of the evening is hold you tight by fluffypenguinpower for formula1trash

Carlos/Max – Explicit

The one where Max and Carlos accidentally switch suitcases, Pierre laughs at Max's misery and Max and Carlos finally figure out they like each other.

and all above, a starcrossed love by TheFlirtMeister for theianitor

Jenson/Seb – Teen – (logged in ao3 users only)

“Shut up.” Sebastian says. “Jenson’s not my boyfriend.”

“No, you’ve just been hopelessly in love with him since first year.” Nico rolls his eyes. “Just cast a love spell on him. Or slip him a love potion. Or just snog him when you next see him.”

And just like that he knew by TheShhhSpot for Dr3amingInColour

Daniel/Seb – Gen

Soulmate AU where your soulmate's name appears on your right wrist (Left if you are left handed) and your greatest nemesis' name appears on your left one.

Daniel doesn’t remember when he started loving Sebastian. He just knows that when he realized he did, he stopped caring about who’s name would appear on his right wrist until it was too much to bear.

Don't Think Twice by Anonymous for TheFlirtMeister

James/Niki – Teen

Supernatural Elements, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Established Relationship.

go big or go home by montecarlos for anonissue

Andre/Jean-Eric, Sam/Jean-Eric – Teen

He is well known, due to his story, the one that seems to possess some level of disbelief. The drifting process has been interrupted and severed numerous times over the years that the Jaeger program has been in operation. Nobody had managed to control the Jaeger for more than one minute on their own. Jev had managed it for ten minutes. He’s a man who should be dead, or at least catastrophically brain damaged from the effects of piloting the Jaeger alone. “Yes, that Jean-Eric Vergne,”

(a Pacific Rim au)

Going Further by theianitor for CustardCreamies

Kimi/Seb, Valtteri/Kimi, Valtteri/Kimi/Seb – Mature

This thing between them had been going on for most of the season, and it always played out pretty much the same, but Valtteri hadn’t been sure they’d be continuing into the coming year. Being invited to Kimi’s during the winter break and finding Sebastian there though, he had been pretty sure. Pretty sure, but still not entirely so.

If only yesterday took place tomorrow by anonissue for nicorosberg

Andre/Jean-Eric – Explicit

May 2018's a bad month for André: Parix ePrix, he runs out of energy hitting Bird, Evans, Di Grassi in the process, and losing P2 in the last 200 meters of the race -- gets 10 grid place penalty for it. 6hr of Spa, the three car is DSQ after podiuming. Nürburgring, mechanical issues thrashed an otherwise solid performance in the car that should've podiumed for class. All he wants is a weekend in Nivelles alone to recharge and celebrate Mother's Day; Jev, of course, has other ideas.

More than Casual by Quagswagging for NicoTheFlammble

Nico/Kevin – Explicit

Kevin and Nico both suck at feelings, but that doesn't stop them from finding each other at night.

Then Nico can't do it anymore and pushes Kevin away, but Kevin won't let him go so easily.

Our Golden Days. by fearless_seas for xoxodelvidestruction

Marc/Dani – Teen

The first thing Marc does when he meets Dani is flirt with him; and the first thing that Dani thinks is that he is too old for him.

Overcoming Anxiety, One Marquez at a Time by xoxodelvidestruction for Ly__canthrope

Alex/Marc/Reader – Teen

When a World Champion believes in you, how can you not?

The Perfect Photo by F1_rabbit for TheShhhSpot

Marcus/Jolyon, Alex & Marcus, Kevin/Stoffel – Explicit

Jo's bored hanging around the paddock, so him and Dany come up with a bet, whoever finds Marcus sleeping in the strangest place is the winner. But it all gets a little out of hand...

Sleepover by AngelinaZebi for F1_rabbit

Esteban/Lance – Gen

Lance invites Esteban to his home watching movie.

Special Delivery! by writtenfripperies for LittleRookie

Marcus/Stoffel – Mature – (logged in ao3 users only)

Marcus receives a package he wasn't quite expecting.

Stay by NicoTheFlammble for writtenfripperies

Carlos/Max – Not Rated

Carlos has to get on a plane. Max is sleepy and stubborn. That's pretty much it.

Strength and courage when others would see you fall by CustardCreamies

Sebastian/Mark – Gen

In a world where soulmates feel each others pain, Mark can feel the intense pain from the injury Sebastian does to his neck and wonders about the strength Sebastian has to keep going despite how much it hurts to do so.

Summer Camping by formula1trash for montecarlos

Pierre/Stoffel – Teen

When the summer break starts after the Hungarian Grand Prix, the drivers go on their annual Summer camp together. However, one of the drivers goes missing. Pierre and Stoffel go looking for him together, both completely unaware of their feelings for each other.

Surprise on Capri by LittleRookie for AngelinaZebi

Esteban/Lance, Pierre/Charles, Daniel/Max – Teen

Esteban is on holiday in Capri with Pierre and Charles. But on the island there is a surprise waiting for him.

Swapped by F1_rabbit for LittleRookie

Marcus/Kevin/Stoffel – Explicit

Everyone gets an hour to swap bodies with their soulmates, and they have time to collect clues to their soulmate's identity, but things aren't that simple for Stoffel...

take a sip from my secret potion (one taste and you'll be mine) by nicorosberg for fluffypenguinpower

Luca/Alex – Gen

“You idiot.” Uccio snaps. “You do realise that this is a really powerful truth potion, it’s not going to just wear off? Firstly, you couldn’t have used it on Marquez anyway, because it counts as a psychological advantage and as you full well know, we can’t use magic to our advantage in any competitive events. Secondly, this won’t wear off until Luca’s revealed his biggest fucking secret, and I doubt he even knows what that is, so it could take forever.”

Luca does know what his biggest secret is, but he’s not particularly willing to share his affection for another rider (especially the younger brother of Valentino’s biggest rival) in front of his brother, Uccio or Pecco, even if his team mate already knows.

“Ah, well that is slightly unfortunate.” Valentino gives Luca a guilty look. “My bad. I’ll fix it, Luca, I promise.”

“I’m going to kill you.” Luca tells him, deadpan.

Teach Me by Ly__canthrope for fearless_seas

Daniel/Seb – Gen

Daniel is horrible at speaking Italian and somehow he has roped Sebastian into teaching him.

Waking Up In Vegas by Dr3amingInColour for Quagswagging

Daniel/Max – Explicit – (logged in ao3 users only)

"'But to be somewhere so special with someone so special, I’ve never had this before.' Dan quickly confessed, cuddling closer to his boyfriend.

'I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Max whispered before falling back into Daniel’s hold, cuddling closer.'

(Or, the one where it's hotel rooms, and a little bit more.)

When Fate wants to have Fun by LittleRookie for F1_rabbit

Nico/Kevin, Marcus/Jolyon – Mature

Nico has a soulmark in an embarrassing place. And he can't read it. Kevin doesn't care about finding his soulmate. Until he meets Nico. But things aren't as easy as they want them to be.

You can view the whole collection here :)

And don’t forget to show your love with comments and kudos <3

#I'm so excited to read all the new fics!#motogp fic exchange #long post

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bethoumyvision123 · 4 years ago

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Album Review of Erica Case’s record Top bitch

I am reviewing this album because I am a huge fan of any kind of local music that isn’t predictable. This album is bringing the weird California freak scene vibes that the Nashville underground has been leaning towards for awhile. This phenomenon was started by the forsaken Freakin’ Weekend festivals, which was a garage-rock/punk/and some electronica festival that was making Nashville a by bringing down artists such as Jack Name and Ty Segall. Certain Nashville artists still play with these acts, like Dylan Watson playing for Jack Name. This scene grew strongly, but unfortunately dissipated after almost a decade in like 2017 when one of the male higher ups turned out to have sexually assaulted someone. It’s all there on Nashvillesdead.com if that is still a website. It made me really gag and shameful to have watched these acts. However, I was very glad when I learned that instead of this scene having any lasting local acts, many female electronica and electronica influenced rock music artists have risen to take over the East Nashville Underground since then. I am of course talking about Eve Maret. As far as I have learned, she is really the only one doing anything as interesting and diverse as great local musicians like Daniel Pujol did (please make a comeback if you’re reading this pujol)! That is, until now! Erica Case has released a new album called Top bitch and it is better than any of this crap I have listened to in Nashville for as long as I can remember. Of course I haven’t yet mentioned her rootsy country influence, which I will.

Of course some of my favorite locals that are now famous highly remind me of this album. Taylor Swift newest albums have a similar indie flair, and there is an undeniable Halyey Williams (and that is a lazy comparison) vibe whether conscious or not. I have grown un with my sisters an I very interested in this kind of music, and so Erica Case was right up my alley. Here is a track by track review.

Top bitch: This is the sole bluesy track on the album I would say. It comes off very tongue and cheek, which conjures that LA freak scene like Geneva Jacuzzi and Charles (yes these are Ariel Pink’s ex girlfriends, but I don’t want to mention that asshole genius). This is why I wasn’t surprised when I saw Weirdo Music Forever, an LA freak scene Instagram, like Erica’s IG video of a a live electric version of her later song, For A While. Favorite lyric from the title track I am reading is “I hope you’re ready to pick your teeth up off the ground.”

When I Call: This song you can really hear that Joey Ramone influence she talks about by her numerous covers on Soundcloud, with the emphasis on melody. Which brings me to another California freak band, The Cramps. She has covered them on SC, but I wouldn’t really associate them as much as joey Ramone. As in, I am not hearing any Psycho billy, although some tracks on this record have that punk rockabilly thing going. This track really sets the tone for the moody lyrics of this record, “So don't tell me you love me, If you're only gonna go away.”

Waste of Time: This is a power pop song. Reminds me of my old favorite local band Pujol in the nostalgic vibe. 60s sunshine pop, but an undeniably current sad girl. This is when you get the idea that this artist is very eclectic in her command of genres. You have no idea what genre will come next. Will it be blues, pop-punk, or power-pop? Fav lyric is “poisoning my brain.”

And the winner is power pop! A good stride to stick on. The chord changes in this, my favorite being the chord change into the chorus, are very 80s new wave in the melody in my opinion. The highly sustained lead guitar riff throughout is no exception. I need to listen to the Cure more..

And here is when the always much anticipated track 5 happens, and on this record this means when it completely switches to a singular genre for the rest of the 5 tracks on the album. I remember the last five songs better than any others. That is for course a country type, definitely resembling the likes of Margo Price. Although Erica’s lyrics are much more playful, and child-like. This positivity os shown by it’s dominant chords and counter-acted by sad and depressing flashing images like, “lie to me, say it’s alright.”

This track is when you begin to realize that Erica really likes vocal harmonies, and rightfully so. It is fully old-school country, but you can still hear the melody flourishes that remind you of current sad girl music like Miley Cyrus working with the Flaming Lips, which is probably a weird comparison that belongs easier in theses track reviews, but nonetheless stands. Of course the slide guitar on all these country tracks is impeccable. I also heard on IG that the violin played in this song is by the great Gorgo bordello influenced local gypsy band Fable Cry. They have played a lot of shows with my sister’s circus. Amazing and technical band, and these performances are no exception to that. Very Appalachian too in the fiddle approach.

This song has an anthemic and traditional folk structure. Lovely lyrics of self-love and being able to fix a car which I am jealous of. This one has the Americana attitude to the max, and I am sure that local country legends would love this sass-country variant. Musically, this for me conjures country sass like Jeanie C Riley’s hit Harper Valley PTA which use to play like at the Viva Nashvegas Radio Show in Franklin.

For a While: What can I say about this one! Possibly my favorite on the record. Heart-wrenching melancholy with an explosive chorus. She really knows how to pack a lot of emotions in relatively simple lyrics.

I heard on IG that this is supposed to be a sister song with the previous one, in terms of who they are written about. The dominant jazz chords come to their max on this one, which adds to the eclectic vibe. The toy xylophone conjures early Velvet Underground. I am certainly glad that this relationship milked not one but two great songs! I haven’t been this sad for a girl since early Taylor Swift. Yes, track 8 and 9 are very fun ones to wail (she wants her fans to send a tik toc of people singing her songs, which I will have to do eventually).

Ah yes, the album closer. I actually first heard this song several years ago as a free CD sitting at Grimey’s. It was made with a handmade CD package with glue, and so there is a cool sentimental craft thing going on. I had forgotten about that till now. This song tells the story of who I think is her grandpa. It has many details and local references. I am sure the people I know that are associated with the Grand Ole Opry would love to hear stuff like this!

The narrative of this album involves a few tough relationships and a lot of southern pride, but the boundary-less kind. These different narratives daydream into one another on one of the most exciting and high-definition (quality wise) albums from the Nashville area that I have heard in a while. Great job, Erica!

10/10!

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Read My Mind (Trixya) Chapter 3 - Candy For Children

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for all your kind words about the past two chapters! They have really made my day! I had a little trouble with this chapter, so it’s a lot shorter than I wanted it to be, and a little filler-y. Things should pick up a little more next chapter, and a lot more in chapter 5. Thanks again for reading!

Summary: Trixie is a clairvoyant witch, sent to study at Mrs. Charles’s Academy for Gifted Girls where she meets another young witch named Katya, and sparks fly (no pun intended)

Trixie was beginning to come to terms with the fact that she may not have been as straight as she’d initially thought.

It had been two months since she had come to the academy, two months since she had met Katya, and since that first day at the train tracks, the two had been joined at the hip. They confided in each other and had each other’s backs, but mostly they just messed around and joked with each other. It was like no other friendship Trixie had ever had, and she was incredibly thankful for it. That was why she had ignored it, the first time she had woken up moaning her best friend’s name. It was a fluke. She hadn’t gotten any in months, and her brain was just latching on to the person she was closest to at the moment. Besides, it happened to everyone every once in awhile. The second time was just because she had been so caught up thinking about the first time. By the third time however she had to admit that there was a pattern emerging.

By that time she had also noticed herself noticing things about the other girl in the waking world as well. The pout of her cherry red lips when she pretended to be hurt by one of Trixie’s jokes. The lines of her toned legs when she would pop one over her head to punctuate a joke of her own. The way her nails scratched and dug into Trixie’s thigh when she grabbed at it in excitement. It had all combined to create something of an “oh shit” moment for Trixie.

It was less of a problem for her internally than she initially thought it would be. The main problem did not lie in her realizing that she wanted to be with a woman, the main problem was that Trixie was not used to pining. It had just never been something she had had to deal with. Back home she was usually the one being pined after. Boys would stare at her in class, and buy her presents and even, on one unfortunate occasion, write her poems.

Now she was the one doing the staring. At that moment she was watching from her spot next to Katya in Ms. Royale’s class, as the girl picked up a frog heart from the cup in front of her and began to chant “Khali Ma! Khali Ma! Khali Ma!” She then turned her bright eyes on Trixie expectantly and burst out laughing. When Trixie didn’t immediately join in she gasped and added, “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom!” and then she was shrieking laughing again. Trixie shook her head and laughed along. Katya had a tiny splatter of blood on her chin, that, as a vegetarian, made Trixie want to vomit, but as a hopeless romantic who had seen one too many romantic comedies in her life, made her want to do some ballsy move like grab her face and wipe it off with her thumb all while staring sensually into her eyes.

Maybe she would have done it if: a) that wasn’t an insane and borderline creepy thing to do, b) they weren’t in a classroom full of their peers and one of their superiors, and most importantly c) Katya wasn’t in a relationship.

It had been a month since Katya told Trixie that she and Jamie had made it official again, and Trixie had heard more about it in that month than she would have wanted to hear in a lifetime. Unfortunately, other than her coworker from the pawnshop, Ginger, Trixie was the only person Katya had told, and as much as she wanted to roll her eyes, or say “anyway” and move onto another topic, she knew she couldn’t let these newfound feelings, or selfish jealousy get in the way of supporting her friend.

“Trixie?” Katya suddenly said, startling Trixie out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Trixie what are you staring at?” Katya was looking at her, confusion on her face, still laughing slightly at her joke from before.

Trixie realized she was still staring, and tried to keep herself from stuttering in embarrassment when she responded. “Oh, you’ve got a little” She pointed in the general direction of Katya’s face, “On your chin there.”

Katya pulled out her phone, and used the camera as a mirror, and then once she had located the blood wiped the speck off with her forefinger and stuck it in her mouth, grinning at Trixie. Trixie responded with forced retching noises that made Katya flail around in her seat a little.

“Ladies, if I wanted to hear your nonstop chatter, I would have been born clairvoyant.” Ms. Royale said looking at the two girls, causing them both to look up at her bashfully.

“Sorry Ms. Royale.” Trixie said, and focused on her work for the rest of the class, though it wasn’t easy when Katya kept furrowing her brow and chewing on her pen in confusion. Trixie was only human, and frankly, it was adorable.

“Does it feel weird to you to sit in a classroom again?” Trixie asked Katya, never moving her eyes from the porcelain vase sitting on the dresser on the other side of the room.

They were sitting on Katya’s bed, whiling away the hours until Trixie had to go to her one on one with Chad. Trixie was sitting with her back to the wall, legs crossed. Katya’s head was resting at the the end of the bed and her legs were draped across Trixie’s. Trixie was trying to move the vase from across the room, and Katya was giving her pointers as she lay smoking a cigarette and staring at the ceiling.

“‘Cause like,” Trixie continued, now squinting at the vase, blurring the rest of the room from her vision, “I didn’t go to college, I just went straight to work, so it’s been awhile since I’ve been in a classroom environment. It makes me feel… I dunno, young I guess.”

Katya seemed to consider this as she took a deep drag from her cigarette. “I don’t know. Not really. I mean, I was going to community college when my powers started to manifest. So I went right from there to here. Not much of a switch. I find it helps to grunt a little.” Trixie found cigarettes disgusting, but she couldn’t deny that there was something alluring about the way the smoke drifted up out of Katya’s mouth as she spoke. She was so distracted by it that it took her a few extra seconds to process what Katya had said.

“Wait, what?” She asked.

“Grunting.” Katya grinned as she sat up, and sent her cigarette flying to the ashtray that sat on the same dresser as the vase that refused to move. As she did this she let out a little ‘hoowa’ and then turned to Trixie, “It gives it a little extra oomf.” Her eyes widened a fraction of an inch and then she moved to squish herself next to Trixie on the small bed. Her body pressed against her side, and she placed one of her legs across Trixies, and the other straight out towards the foot board. Trixie tentatively rested her hands on Katya’s thigh where it lay across her lap, and Katya seemed to barely notice, so she kept them there. She looked at Katya uncertainty, and got a grin in return.

She focused on the vase and let out an uncertain “hueeg?”

The vase stayed perfectly still.

She looked at Katya, who was cracking up.

“Bitch!” Trixie yelled in faux anger.

Katya kept laughing, though she was clearly trying to stop, “Oh. Oh Tracy, I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t help it. You looked so adorable and unsure.”

“I hope you fucking die.” Trixie narrowed her eyes. And suddenly Katya was gone.

Before she could even register that the other girl had disappeared, Katya’s weird old man voice came from the other direction, directly into her ear, “don’t count on it Barbra, I’m gonna live forever!”

Trixie raised her hand and said, “I’m gonna fucking hit you over the head with that vase if I can ever get it to fucking move.” Right as she did this, she felt the cold smooth texture of the porcelain vase hit her palm.

Both girls were silent for a few seconds, neither moving a muscle.

“Did you move that into my hand?” Trixie asked finally, her eyes never moving from Katya’s.

“Nope!” Katya responded, beaming.

Both girls smiled, Trixie got up and jumped around a little in celebration.

“Alright,” Katya said conspiratorily after a moment sitting down on the edge of the bed, “Let’s see if you can put it back Barbie.”

Trixie confidently stood up. Focusing all her energy on moving the vase back to its home on the dresser. Slowly, she let go of the vase.

It crashed immediately to the floor, shattering into a thousand little pieces.

“Huh.” Katya said calmly, “maybe you can only do it during bouts of ironic rage.”

“Fuck.”

“Hey don’t worry about it.” Katya said, getting up to stand next to her, “these things take time.” She moved her hand, and all the little pieces lifted into the air and deposited themselves into the trash bin in the corner of the room.

Trixie sighed and lay back down on the bed, Katya followed after her and lay down next to her, bending her neck in a way that looked incredibly uncomfortable to rest her head against Trixie’s shoulder. “I know, I know.” Trixie said, “It just seems like I’m having to be patient about everything lately.

Before either of them said anything else the door was squeaking open.

“Hey Alaska,” Katya said, not moving a muscle.

“Sorry for interrupting whatever this is,” Said Alaska, “But you we’re needed downstairs like ten minutes ago.

“Fuck” Groaned Trixie, getting up, and maneuvering herself out of the vice-like grip of Katya.

Alaska looked between the two of them and rested one of her hands on her hip, “So do I, like, owe Max twenty bucks now, or is this something else?”

“What do you mean? Of course not!” Trixie said, quickly, “Katya has a-” She cut herself off before she spilled Katya’s secret. When it began to feel like she might have been silent for a little too long added, “vagina.” Fuck.

The room was quiet, and both Alaska and Katya looked at her, unimpressed, for two entirely different reasons.

“Yep!” Trixie continued as she backed out of the room, “Katya and I were just cuddling, and not doing anything else…. Because of her vagina. Gotta go see Ms. Michaels, catch you at dinner!” After that she practically ran to Chad’s office.

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Katya had two hours to kill until dinner so she went to the living room to sit and relax by the fire. Violet, Pearl and Adore were already there, Pearl and Violet sitting on the couch, talking quietly, leaning close and smiling, and Adore was lying down in front of the fire on the ground, on her stomach, writing something in a notebook. Katya made her way over to the loveseat closest to the fire and sat down.

“Good evening ladies.” Katya said smiling and looking to each other the girls, before bringing her bare feet to rest underneath her on the chair.

“Hey girl.” replied Adore, not looking up from her notebook.

“Where’s Trixie?” Pearl asked, fiddling with a strand of Violet’s hair, twisting it around her fingers.

Katya’s phone vibrated suddenly and she took it out of her pocket, “She’s in her meeting with Ms. Michaels.” She replied.

“It’s weird not seeing the two of you together.” Violet said, “It seems like lately where ever one of you is, the other is too.”

She looked down at her phone, and smiled when she saw the text from Jamie. Katya was usually the first to text, so it was nice as a change of pace.

From: Jamie

Hey Babe. What are you up to tomorrow?

Katya quickly sent back a “Nothing! Why? :)” Before turning back to Violet and Pearl, “I mean yeah we’re together a lot, she’s my best friend!”

Adore laughed.

“What?” Katya asked indignantly.

Adore sat up, putting her pen and notebook aside and looked at Katya. “You guy’s aren’t friends. You’re a pre-couple.”

Katya rolled her eyes “First of all, that is the stupidest word I have ever heard someone use. Secondly, is this because of the Max thing? Because what she see’s doesn’t always come to fruition. Especially when she tells people about it. You know it becomes was less likely once the people involved know about it.” Her phone buzzed again as she spoke.

“It’s not about the Max thing.” replied Pearl, “It’s about the you and her thing. You’re all over eachother. Even more than me and Vi, and we’re dating.” When she said that Violet smiled another one of her small little smiles, and linked her hands with Pearl’s.

“I’m a very tactile person.” Katya replied indignantly. “I’m like that with everyone.”

“True, but Trixie isn’t,” Adore countered, “And she’s just as touchy with you as you are with her.”

“It’s not just that,” Said Violet, “You two are constantly together.”

“Mostly it’s the way you look at each other.” Adore added. That made Katya pause, and made her feel a little uncomfortable. She knew that she and Trixie spent a lot of time together and touched a lot, but she was unaware of any specific type of looking going on.

“What do you mean?” Katya asked, dangerous curiosity coming out to play.

“You look at each other like two lovesick disney characters. It’s disgusting.” Violet said.

“Look who’s talking Mama.” Katya shot back, and Violet rolled her eyes, but there was an unmistakable red tint to her face that wasn’t a result of heat from the fire. “Anyway, you guys are seeing things because I have a…” She realized that she had dug herself into the same hole Trixie had earlier, and said the first thing that popped into her head, “vagina.” Wow. She would have to apologize to Trixie later, that really was harder than she had thought. “Trixie’s straight.” she added for unneeded clarification.

“Oh please girl.” Adore laughed, “You’re the first one to say sexuality is fluid. Besides that girl is way too into Dolly Parton to be completely hetero.”

“You guys are crazy.” Katya said, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Once something was said it couldn’t be unsaid, and Katya knew her addictive personality was gonna fixate on this and think it into the ground. She looked down at her phone to see the text she had gotten.

From: Jamie

I just wanted to see if you would want to hang out tomorrow.

She smiled forgetting the worried thoughts she had just been having, and began to respond when another text popped up.

From: Jamie

Maybe we could hang out at your place? :)

Katya sighed. This wasn’t the first time Jamie had tried to get her to let her come to the academy. Katya could tell that was hurting Jamie by not letting her in onto that part of her life, because she always got a little distant after being told no.

To: Jamie

You know I can’t let you come to the academy.

After receiving no response for a few minutes Katya sent another text.

To: Jamie

I’m really sorry. You know I would love to have you come over. I want to show you off. But we’ve talked about why I can’t.

After A few more minutes her phone finally buzzed.

From: Jamie

It’s fine.

Katya chewed on her lip. She hated being confused, because she rarely was. She prided herself in being the one doing the confusing. But now she was confused twofold. She didn’t know how to deal with the Jamie situation, or this new Trixie situation she just found out she had. Then she got an idea to kill two birds with one stone.

To: Jamie

How about I introduce you to one of my friends? We could all go for lunch?

She could satisfy Jamie by letting her into a part of Katya’s life she hadn’t been in previously, and she could satisfy herself by spending time with her two favorite girls, and reaffirming within herself that she was absolutely in love with one, and nothing but friends with the other. She knew Trixie wasn’t interested in her. And she knew she wasn’t into Trixie. But it never hurt to double check.

Almost immediately after she hit send her phone was vibrating with texts from Jamie.

From: Jamie

Okay!

From: Jamie

Is she from the academy too?

From: Jamie

What is her power?

Katya laughed and quickly shot back another text

To: Jamie

Haha, yes she is from the Academy. But it’s not really my place to tell you her powers.

“Who are you laughing with over there?” Courtney asked asked from the doorway. She walked in and went and sat over by Adore on the floor.

“Just a friend from back home.” Katya responded. It’s not that she didn’t want to introduce Jamie to her friends. She would have loved to have them all meet her, and for her spend time in the academy with her. But there was a lot of intense vetting that had to happen when a member of the coven entered into a relationship with an outsider, even more so if she was still at the academy. Katya was so enjoying the easiness of that early period in a relationship. She didn’t want to catapult their relationship to that level of confusion and complexity and stress.

“Hey!” Adore suddenly said. Katya looked up to see courtney, with Adore’s notebook in her hands, reading whatever she had been writing.

“Ohhh, what is this Adore?” Courtney asked as she read.

“It’s a song.” Adore shot back.

Courtney smiled and flipped the page, “These lyrics feel oddly reminiscent of someone we all know.”

“Don’t be so nosey bitch.” Adore shot back and grabbed her notebook out of Courtney’s hands, hiding her blushing face.

Katya smiled and then found herself yawning. It had been a long day, she deserved a quick nap before dinner. She closed her eyes and fell asleep to the sounds of a crackling fire and the laughter of her sisters.

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