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Different 12 — college hs
Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.
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She was petrified down to her core. Y/N suddenly couldn’t feel her extremities. The grip on her mechanical pencil tightened as she thought of ways to defend herself if necessary. She couldn’t understand how going to the library had turned into a nightmare.
Brian pulled out the chair beside her and sat down, incredibly close to her. He could smell her lavender shampoo and her vanilla lotion.
“Brian,” she started, but was quickly cut off by his rough, demanding voice.
“Shut up, Y/N.” He ran his fingers through his brown hair as he leaned closer to her ear. Brian knew there were plenty of people in the library who could interrupt them or, worse, overhear their conversation. Therefore, if he needed to whisper so the rest couldn’t find out his business, he would. “I am so fucking done with your silent treatment. Who the fuck do you think you are?” His tone was stern, harsh, and cold enough to make her skin crawl.
She didn’t say anything but just turned to stare back at him.
“You treat me like shit, and then I find out that you have a boyfriend? Who is it?” Brian never considered himself a bad boyfriend. He knew he had his flaws, like everyone else, but Y/N hadn’t given him a chance to redeem himself. “I heard it’s that kid you were speaking to at that fucking party you had, and I really hope it’s not him. He’s a fucking nobody.” He was jealous but would never admit it.
“Don’t talk about him that way!” She hadn’t planned to respond to him, but bringing Harry into it had made her blood boil like never before. She had never been the type to hold grudges. Her grandmother had taught her from a young age the virtue of forgiveness, but what Brian had done that night was unforgivable.
“I can say whatever I please. Are you seriously telling me that you prefer him over me? Firstly, why did you leave me?” The veins popped from his neck as his cheeks turned red. His hands ached to touch her and force an answer out of her, but he couldn’t with so many people around. So, he gripped her jaw and forced her closer to him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she hissed, pulling her face from his grip even though it hurt her skin. “The party? Where not only did you hit me, but you tried to force me into having sex with you?” she whispered, glancing at the other people in the library.
“Force you to have sex with me? You’re mistaken. I don’t remember ever having difficulty getting you into bed. You were always so willing to open your legs to everyone.” Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing he would continue to deny it.
“Fuck you,” she cursed, reaching out to start packing her things back into her tote bag.
“He’s a nobody. Your parents will never approve,” he laughed, recalling the day she introduced him to her parents. He had shown off that night. Brian also came from an affluent family, though nowhere near Y/N’s. “You’re a fucking princess, and he will never fulfill the role I left.”
“You think I’m a princess?” she retorted. “Then why would you hit me? You busted my lip, my eyebrow, and broke my nose that night.”
She still remembered the darkness of the room where he held her for almost three hours while the party continued downstairs. If it hadn’t been for her friends, who had grown worried about her whereabouts that night, he would have raped her. Y/N owed everything to James and Sebastian. They moved in with her for the rest of winter break until her nightmares finally stopped tormenting her. She eventually healed physically, but she would never forget the darkness of that room.
Brian looked away and stared off into the distance. He couldn’t look her in the eyes because, deep down, he felt guilty.
He remembered waking up in only boxers in his friend’s master bedroom. His entire body hurt and ached. His knuckles were bruised, and at first, he assumed he’d gotten into another silly fight with some random person. So, he called and texted Y/N, but she never answered. It wasn’t until he looked in the mirror that he saw his bruised face. James had almost killed him that night.
“He might not be popular or as rich as you, but I know that Harry would never lay a finger on me without my permission,” she said proudly. “I am not entertaining this conversation. For a minute, I thought you were going to apologize to me. Silly me, huh? Always trying to justify your actions, but I am done. You crossed a line that night. I suggest you find another girl to torment. You wouldn’t like the entire university to find out what happened, would you?” she retorted as she rose to her feet, but before she could walk away, he gripped her forearm.
“Are you threatening me?” Brian growled as he stood up from his seat. She yanked her arm away and took a step back.
“Don’t touch me again,” she hissed, then quickly walked out of the library.
Y/N felt drained as she walked out of the building and across campus to find a quiet place to settle down. She found a small, secluded area with a sofa and cushions, like a cozy living room, so she settled onto the couch and pulled out her iPad to watch something before her next class and her meeting with Harry.
“Doll,” a voice whispered as someone caressed the top of her head. Y/N had fallen asleep watching another episode of her favorite show. James looked down at his best friend with a big smile, amused at her ability to fall asleep anywhere. “Did you sleep well?” he chuckled, pushing some hair away from her face as she fluttered her eyes and tried to come back to reality.
“What time is it?”
“Class is already over.” James sat beside her on the couch. He had just finished his Torts class when he found her. Sebastian had actually sent him a photo after he passed her on his way to statistics.
“I have to get to Mansueto,” she groaned, checking her phone and noticing the multiple texts Harry had sent her.
“I’m actually headed that way too. I’ll drop you off on the way to the gym.” Y/N quickly texted Harry back as she scrambled to pick up her things.
On my way. Fell asleep. Sorry
“How was your day? Besides falling asleep and missing your class?” James asked as they walked toward the parking lot. She giggled but was quickly reminded of her encounter with Brian.
“It was fine.” She couldn’t tell him. She knew he would go looking for Brian and pick a fight with him on campus, which could get him expelled.
“Are you sure?” James knew her too well not to notice her strange behavior and sudden change in tone. They had grown up together. Their mothers had been friends since high school and had married within the same social circle, keeping their friendship alive for many years. Naturally, Y/N and James had gone to the same pre-K, primary school, middle school, and high school.
“Yes,” she smiled as she jumped into his Range Rover. They drove for only a few minutes before he pulled up to the dome library on 57th Street. “Thanks, bubs! See you tomorrow.” She smiled, getting out and waving.
“Let me know if you need a ride back!” James called after her as she entered the building.
“Hi!” Y/N smiled as she approached Harry, Sarah, and Mitch. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” she apologized, waving to his friends before giving Harry a quick kiss. “I fell asleep on a couch and missed my last class.” Harry chuckled, pulling her chair closer to his.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” he confessed. He had actually worried something had happened to her on the way.
“I’m sorry for worrying you,” she whispered, noticing his friends had already dived into their work. “I was just tired and forgot to text, but I wasn’t going to stand you up. Plus, I’ve got lots of work to do, too.”
Harry smiled and gave her a soft kiss, letting her know he wasn’t upset and understood.
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I forget how comfortable my life is living w just my parents, in terms of being comfortably out, then have to listen to my brother go on a homophobic rant, that I can't tell if its a joke or not, but was really hurtful :)
#twas very uncomfortable to sit thru#the words 'what if i told you i was gay' on my tongue 'am i disgusting?'#i dont understand straight white boys#you do all this gay chicken w your friends. say all this weird stuff that makes me 🤨#(<- ex. joking abt sucking dick bcs theyre eating a 12 inch hot dog. circa cota gp lol)#but then say these horribly homophobic things#i dont understand men#i can never tell if hes joking when he says things like this#bcs he likes to be argumentative and inflammatory. and knows we'll get pissed at him for this#so its like. are you saying this bcs you truly believe it or are you just being irritating. or both#he randomly said smth abt how the romans and greeks did gross gay things#and im like. should this not make you think 'wow homosexuality has existed for centuries. ig its pretty natural!!'#<- thats always my takeaway. theres been records of it since basically the beginning of recorded history#and i look at it and feel comforted :] this has always been a thing and always will be thing#and then people like him basterdize it completely misinterpret it ;;;;#i like him but when hes back living w us I remember how horrible his views and opinions are#ugh i live w my parents and theyre so accepting abt it and willing to learn more and change#and then i remember how fucking shit the rest of my family is#well ah dw i got back at him by calling him gay sjkfkglg#catie.rambling.txt
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I just can't believe that zero pain is the normal amount to be in
#i literally can not remember ever having no pain and it's entirely possible i have been in pain since before birth#usually it's just distracting and makes it so i can't do what i want/need to#but on worse days i can not stop thinking about the pain and i can barely get out of bed for food and such#i feel like such a lazy useless pile of steaming shit right now#i haven't even done anything particularly strenuous#like. sure i had a bad phase with migraines and not sleeping and then pmdd and menstrual hell and the hurricane#and mixed into that i might have pushed myself physically a few times#and if i were anyone else i would be advising the exhausted person to just let themselves rest a bit#but i can not stop thinking about everything that needs to be done#and how much worse other disabled people have it#and how my partner isn't able to rest because they're working overtime hurricane related shifts#and i can't get the voices of my family out of my head about how lazy disabled people are#(but then they'll also accuse people of faking disability if the disabled person pushes themselves)#i hate this and i hate myself and it's infuriating to keep trying to make myself more normal#but it doesn't work and i just keep ending up feeling even more exhausted when i try to start working out (yoga and squats and such)#if I'd had covid and was dealing with long covid I'd understand and maybe be more forgiving#but this started way before covid 19 (which i haven't had afaik) and only got worse after i had shingles#i am so angry and so sick of being exhausted all the time#... it's a bad fatigue and not great pain time and I'm emotional and so fucking frustrated
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i get a therapist (HELL YEAH AWESOME, THIS IS GOOD !)
she tells me to apologize to my mom (HORRIBLE, I AM CONSIDERING MURDER)
#smudgy.txt#.vent#at first i was like yknow what that sounds like a reasonable adult thing to do ! ill do it! :]#then once the call was over i suddenly remembered 1) the details of what happened 2) my mom isnt a reasonable adult#& will most likely not take it in a way that wont trigger me more#i fucking hate when ppls first thought is to believe that the parents are in the right when their kid talks abt some shit that happened#when they dont know the full fucking story#& now im worry if i Try to explain more she either wont believe me#or say i'm too much for her to handle & drop me#& now im spiraling again#& i want to spend the weekend trying to get out of it but that won't be possible bc The World Does Not Stop#so i'm just going to have to deal w this shit all over again#how do i explain to these fuckers that i am a danger to myself BECAUSE of my family & i dont need to Be A Better Child#i need to get the fuck out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i need support!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the only person who seems to understand this is my pcp but she cant do anything abt it bc the system is bullshit + its just not her job#& my sister is offering to help me but im terrified it'll cause even more drama in this family#bc my parents are incapable of handling anything like adults#i feel like im being torn apart in a million directions. i want to rest
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know someone who enjoys horror stories? share this one! it's true!
hahahahahahahahahaha aarrggghhhhhhhhhh 3,000,000 deaths due to COVID-19 last year. Globally. Three million. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. The reason people are still worried about COVID is because it has a way of quietly fucking up your body. And the risk is cumulative.
I'm going to say that again: the risk is cumulative.
It's not just that a lot of people get bad long-term effects from it. One in seven or so? Enough that it's kind of the Russian Roulette of diseases. It's also that the more times you get it, the higher that risk becomes. Like if each time you survived Russian Roulette, the empty chamber was removed from the gun entirely. The worst part is that, psychologically, we have the absolute opposite reaction. If we survive something with no ill effects, we assume it's pretty safe. It is really, really hard to override that sense of, "Ok, well, I got it and now I probably have a lot of immunity and also it wasn't that bad." It is not a respiratory disease. Airborne, yes. Respiratory disease, no: not a cold, not a flu, not RSV.
Like measles (or maybe chickenpox?), it starts with respiratory symptoms. And then it moves to other parts of your body. It seems to target the lungs, the digestive system, the heart, and the brain the most.
It also hits the immune system really hard - a lot of people are suddenly more susceptible to completely unrelated viruses. People get brain fog, migraines, forget things they used to know.
(I really, really hate that it can cross the blood-brain barrier. NOTHING SHOULD EVER CROSS THE BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER IT IS THERE FOR A REASON.) Anecdotal examples of this shit are horrifying. I've seen people talk about coworkers who've had COVID five or more times, and now their work... just often doesn't make sense? They send emails that say things like, "Sorry, I didn't mean Los Angeles, I meant Los Angeles."
Or they insist they've never heard of some project that they were actually in charge of a year or two before.
Or their work is just kind of falling apart, and they don't seem to be aware of it.
People talk about how they don't want to get the person in trouble, so their team just works around it. Or they describe neighbors and relatives who had COVID repeatedly, were nearly hospitalized, talked about how incredibly sick they felt at the time... and now swear they've only had it once and it wasn't bad, they barely even noticed it.
(As someone who lived with severe dissociation for most of my life, this is a genuinely terrifying idea to me. I've already spent my whole life being like, "but what if I told them that already? but what if I did do that? what if that did happen to me and I just don't remember?") One of its known effects in the brain is to increase impulsivity and risk-taking, which is real fucking convenient honestly. What a fantastic fucking mutation. So happy for it on that one. Yes, please make it seem less important to wear a mask and get vaccinated. I'm not screaming internally at all now.
I saw a tweet from someone last year whose family hadn't had COVID yet, who were still masking in public, including school.
She said that her son was no kind of an athlete. Solidly bottom middle of the pack in gym.
And suddenly, this year, he was absolutely blowing past all the other kids who had to run the mile. He wasn't running any faster. His times weren't fantastic or anything. It's just that the rest of the kids were worse than him now. For some reason. I think about that a lot. (Like my incredibly active six-year-old getting a cold, and suddenly developing post-viral asthma that looked like pneumonia.
He went back to school the day before yesterday, after being home for a month and using preventative inhalers for almost week.
He told me that it was GREAT - except that he couldn't run as much at recess, because he immediately got really tired. Like how I went outside with him to do some yard work and felt like my body couldn't figure out how to increase breathing and heart rate.
I wasn't physically out of breath, but I felt like I was out of breath. That COVID feeling people describe, of "I'm not getting enough air." Except that I didn't have that problem when I had COVID.) Some people don't observe any long (or medium) term side effects after they have it.
But researchers have found viral reservoirs of COVID-19 in everyone they've studied who had it.
It just seems to hang out, dormant, for... well, longer than we've had an opportunity to observe it, so far.
(I definitely watched that literal horror movie. I think that's an entire genre. The alien dormant under ice in the Arctic.)
(oh hey I don't like that either!!!!!!!!!) All of which is to explain why we should still care about avoiding it, and how it manages to still cause excess deaths. Measuring excess deaths has been a standard tool in public health for a long time.
We know how many people usually die from all different causes, every year. So we can tell if, for example, deaths from heart disease have gone way up in the past three years, and look for reasons. Those are excess deaths: deaths that, four years ago, would not have happened. During the pandemic, excess death rates have been a really important tool. For all sorts of reasons. Like, sometimes people die from COVID without ever getting tested, and the official cause is listed as something else because nobody knows they had COVID. But also, people are dying from cardiovascular illness much younger now.
People are having strokes and heart attacks younger, and more often, than they did before the pandemic started. COVID causes a lot of problems. And some of those problems kill people. And some of them make it easier for other things to kill us. Lung damage from COVID leading to lungs collapsing, or to pneumonia, or to a pulmonary embolism, for example. The Economist built a machine-learning model with a 95% confidence interval that gauges excess death statistics around the world, to tell them what the true toll of the ongoing COVID pandemic has been so far.
Total excess deaths globally in 2023: Three million.
3,000,000.
Official COVID-19 deaths globally so far: Seven million. 7,000,000. Total excess deaths during COVID so far: Thirty-five point two million. 35,200,000.
Five times as many.
That's bad. I don't like that at all. I'm glad last year was less than a tenth of that. I'm not particularly confident about that continuing, though, because last year we started a period of really high COVID transmission. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. Here's their data, and charts you can play with, and links to detailed information on how they did all of this:
Here's a non-paywalled link to it:
https://archive.vn/2024.01.26-012536/https://www.economist.com/graphic-detail/coronavirus-excess-deaths-estimates
Oh: here's a link to where you can buy comfy, effective N95 masks in all sizes:
Those ones are about a buck each after shipping - about $30 for a box of 30. They also have sample packs for a dollar, so you can try a couple of different sizes and styles.
You can wear an N95 mask for about 40 total hours before the effectiveness really drops, so that's like a dollar for a week of wear.
They're also family-owned and have cat-shaped masks and I really love them. These ones are cuter and in a much wider range of colors, prints, and styles, but they're also more expensive; they range from $1.80 to $3 for a mask. ($18-$30 for a box of ten.)
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Part Five
Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)
You call Meredith when you get home.
You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.
How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.
"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."
"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"
"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."
"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.
"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."
"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."
"That works."
"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."
It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.
"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.
"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."
The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.
Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.
But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.
You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.
You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.
Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.
“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...
“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”
"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"
"You won't return any of our messages."
"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."
"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.
"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.
Dammit.
"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."
"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.
"Why not?" He countered.
“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”
He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.
You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.
God...
That felt good.
You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...
You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.
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slip up- o.piastri (no.81)
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summary: oscar slips up about your marriage.
pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! driver! reader
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“How was your summer break Oscar?” Jack Doohan asked.
“Yeah, it was good. Visited my wife’s family in Ireland for two weeks. It was beautiful,” he smiled, remembering the happy memories.
Jack smirked, knowing what he’d just said and didn’t realise. “Feeling ready and rested for today? Ready to beat Verstappen?”
He chuckled. “We’ll see, I guess.”
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“So Y/n, how was your summer break?” Will Buxton asked, a smirk on his lips.
“Yeah all good Osc and I went back to visit family, it was a great holiday. We spent some time in Dublin, in Galway, in Tipperary, in Kerry, yeah. It was gorgeous. We finally got some good weather for once,” you smiled.
“Do anything special?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.
“We actually showed his family all around Ireland, and our extended families met for like, the first time which was cool,” you shrugged. “Yeah, Nicole is an avid hiker so we went up Carrauntoohil, which if you don’t know is the tallest mountain in Ireland. Hattie was not a fan,” you chuckled. “Yeah, but it was great, we had a bunch of fun.”
“Well, that sounds like a lovely break. How are you feeling about today? Worried about the weather and wind?” He asked.
“No, not really. Obviously Zandvoort is always a very unpredictable circuit in terms of weather, but I kind of grew up with this being the standard for almost every karting race, or just training session. If I’m not used to it by now, I’d feel a bit foolish,” you chuckled.
“And Oscar, your husband, how do you think he’s feeling?” Will asked, a smirk on his face, knowing that Oscar exposed you two.
You raised an eyebrow. “My boyfriend,” you corrected. “Is probably fine. He has the fastest car on the grid, and a bunch of talent. I’m not worried.”
“Do you think the McLaren’s will beat you?”
“I’m a realist Will, and I’m not stupid. Obviously they’ll beat us, are you mental?”
“Ok,” he chuckled. “Thank you for your time.”
“Bye!” you smiled, walking away.
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Nicole called you as you stepped into the McLaren motorhome.
“Hey Nicole,” you smiled. “How are you?”
“I’d be better if my son wasn’t stupid,” she deadpanned.
You chuckled. “How is he stupid?”
“Are you with anyone now?”
“No, just in the McLaren motorhome trying to find your stupid son,” you shrugged. “What’s up?”
“He said you were his wife in an interview,” she sighed and you face-palmed. “Yeah.”
“Fuck’s sake,” you sighed, picking up the pace to try and find him quicker. You went to his driver’s room, the canteen, even Zak Brown’s office as you chatted to Nicole, then ultimately hung up to try and call Oscar.
He picked up after two rings. “Hey baby, everything alright? I’m looking for you right now and I can’t find you?”
“I’m in the McLaren motorhome,” you told him. “Did you tell someone that we were married?”
“Ummm… I don’t think so? I’m pretty sure I’ve been keeping it under wraps pretty tightly,” he chuckled. “Why?”
“Your mum just called me and told me you said I was your ‘wife’ in an interview, so… yeah,” you explained.
“Shit,” he whispered. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to- it was a complete accident, I swear-”
“Osc, I’m not mad. To be honest I thought you would’ve been worse, I thought you would’ve accidentally posted the wedding photos or something,” you chuckled. “We should honestly just tell people. Anyways, come meet me, I want to see you.”
“I love you,” he was smiling, you could tell, happy you two didn’t have to hide it anymore. It had been both your ideas to hide the wedding, just to keep it quiet for a while. You asked all the drivers (all of them came), and anyone else within the F1 sphere to not post about anything to do with Ireland. You even went as far as to shut down an entire Terminal in the Dublin Airport to get people in and out inconspicuously. You just wanted your wedding to be yours, no one else's.
It was gorgeous though, getting married in a manor house on the coast of Galway with all of your closest family and friends was definitely one of the best days of your life. Your ‘honeymoon’ had consisted of showing both your extended families around Ireland, and spending nights watching films and reading books with Oscar by your side. It was relaxing, but not exactly what a honeymoon should be, so you two had a month-long trip to the Maldives planned for the winter.
Oscar wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck as he hummed a greeting.
“Well hello to you too,” you chuckled.
“I have such a gorgeous wife,” he smiled.
“I have such a gorgeous husband,” you smiled back. You turned around to him and kissed him quickly as a greeting, then you grabbed his hand and led him further into the motorhome. You two walked to his driver’s room, and you sat on the bed as Oscar pulled out his phone. You all sent texts out to various family and drivers, giving them permission to post pictures of your wedding, then shared your own.
"It's out," he turned to you.
You nodded, biting your lip to stop your smile. "It's out."
He smiled bashfully. :you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Ditto," you chuckled and he laughed.
"Ditto?" he gawked. "Baby-"
"I'm kidding," you cupped his cheeks. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me too. I couldn't imagine my life without you, I love you ."
He blushed and leant in, pressing your lips together. "Now..." he smirked. "We can put our rings back on."
You smiled as you both pulled the necklaces that held you rings on them out from around your necks. You had Oscar's, and Oscar had yours. You took it off the chain and pushed it onto his finger, smiling as he did the same to you. Just like your wedding day.
"I'm so glad I married you," you smiled.
"I'm so glad you married me too."
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user5: WTAF
user569: i missed like 13000 chapters, they got married?????
user46: YAY Y/NOSCAR
user72: they're married????
y/npiastri: lando will cry, change the caption :(
-> alexalbon: ok MOM.
-> landonorris: I'm a grown man Y/n
-> y/npiastri: funny, because you don't act like it when you ask me to make you grilled cheese????
-> user37: she ate him up
-> user28: THE USERNAME CHANGE????!!!!!
user72: hey so this is insane.
kikagomez: I'm so normal about them (i cried 13 different times).
-> alexandrast.mleux: same (i didn't stop crying)
lilymhe: my OTP
-> alexalbon: I'll go fuck myself I guess???
-> oscarpiastri: off you go!
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user27: THE DRESS HELLO
user21: she really is the prettiest person on planet earth isn't she?
-> oscarpiastri: Yup :)
-> user21: HOLY SHIT THEY'RE SO CUTE.
nicolepiastri: ❤️❤️❤️❤️
addiepiastri: ❤️❤️❤️
maepiastri: ❤️❤️❤️
chrispiastri: ❤️❤️❤️
user80: the whole piastri family in the comments :)))))
landonorris: she slayed.
-> pierregasly: real.
-> maxverstappen: real.
-> arthurleclerc: real.
-> zhouguanyu: real
-> lancestroll: real.
-> dannielriccardo: real.
->valterribottas: real.
-> lewishamilton: real.
-> nicohulkenberg: real.
-> kmag: real.
-> oscarpiastri: real.
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-> mickschumacher: real.
-> sebastianvettel: real.
->markwebber: real.
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->y/npiastri: THANKS GUYS :))))
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logansargeant: diabolical caption
-> landonorris: THANK YOU
-> logansargeant: no ones talking about the bouquet we picked out mate, that's why.
-> landonorris: DOUBLE HOW DARE YOU
y/npiastri: Love you Alex ❤️
oscarpiastri: Thanks Albono
georgerussell: ❤️
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y/npiastri: my love :) ->oscarpiastri: MY love :) -> landonorris: possessiveness kink much? -> y/npiastri: GET OFF YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW.
zakbrownceo: Adorable -> landonorris: why is bro acting like he was invited 🤣🤣🤣 -> zakbrownceo: why is bro acting like i'll just give him a seat next year 🤣🤣🤣🤣 -> landonorris: 😐
lewishamilton: pretty flowers, wonder who picked them??? -> logansargeant: ME! ->alexalbon: ME! -> landonorris: ME! -> fernandoalonso: ME! -> valtteribottas: ME! -> charlesleclerc: ME! -> georgerussell: ME! -> zhouguanyu: ME! -> lancestroll: ME! -> danielriccardo: ME! -> hattiepiastri: ME! -> addiepiastri: ME! -> maepiastri: ME! -> nicolepiastri: ME! ->kmag: ME! -> nicohulkenberg: ME! ->estebanocon: ME! -> pierregasly: ME! -> yukitsunonda: ME! ----------
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a missed moment
synopsis: Rafe misses the moment Charlie takes his first steps and is harsh on himself as always.
Charlie was the light of Rafe’s life: anything his son did made him so proud. Every little smile, giggle or ‘dada’ made Rafe grin so widely someone would think he had been possessed. But he wasn’t possessed, instead just so incredibly proud to have his sweet little boy happy and healthy and growing. The love he felt for his son wasn’t something Rafe had ever pictured or believed in, not considering his own father, but now that he had felt it, he never wished to let it go. Rafe did his best to be there for all his son’s milestones, even taking embarrassing photos for when he was older, but it was the one he missed that sent him into a spiral.
Rafe had been spending the day out in Guadeloupe, doing his best to sort out the shit for his dad and spending hours feeling his stress levels rising to a boiling point. All he wanted was to rest in his bed, relax and spend time with his family, and yet he was walking around the island talking about dividends and shares. He wasn’t pleased. Rafe walked through the front door, feeling the tension seep from his body, ready to lie down, only to see his son standing upright, little Charlie’s chunky arms clinging to the side of their couch.
Rafe’s eyes bulged as he watched Charlie turn to him, a large smile overtaking his identical features, the boy letting go of the couch as he took small steps towards his father.
Fuck. He was walking. Walking. He hadn’t been able to do that yesterday.
His girlfriend sat near Charlie, her soft voice encouraging him to ‘keep going to dada’. She gave small claps of encouragement as he moved closer, cheering him on.
Rafe felt his heart squeeze tightly in his chest as his son began to reach his small, chubby arms out to his father, and he could only pick him up, encapsulating the small boy within his own larger arms.
"Good job, buddy," was all Rafe managed to utter, his mind racing at the new development. He turned to his girlfriend, asking quietly "When did he start walking?".
"He started trying yesterday, but this morning he tried to follow you out of the house," his girlfriend responded softly. It was clear to see how Rafe was feeling, him not even bothering to hide the sadness spreading across his features. Rafe had been trying to get Charlie to walk for weeks as his little body grew stronger, but to no avail. And now, he had missed it.
"I should've been here..." Rafe mumbled lowly, "not fucking around doing this shit for my dad." Charlie began to play with the collar on his father's shirt, not sensing the sullen mood of his father. His mother shuffled over towards him, softly stroking his hair as he rested his head against his father's chest. Rafe looked down at his girlfriend before averting his eyes - he felt like she could always see right through him.
"Hey - don't do that. You were doing that to make sure we're going to be safe and looked after. You said that yourself, so don't feel bad about this, ok? This is just one milestone in his life, and he is going to have so many more. You were there when he stood for the first time, and when he said his first word," his girlfriend reassured, her arms now wrapping around Rafe's waist. He let himself embrace her, Charlie joining the hug too.
"I-I know, but what if he remembers this shit and he hat-," Rafe began, only to be quickly cut off.
"Rafe, he's one. He's not going to remember any of this. All he knows is that his parent's love him more than anything, ok?"
Rafe remained tense for a moment longer, before a heaving exhale left his chest. With that, he resolved to let his worries go - his girlfriend was right. He knew his mind was confounding his worries, for he only wanted his son to know he loved him. Rafe never wanted Charlie to question his love for him. Caught up in his thoughts, Rafe didn't notice his girlfriend pulling away from him, her voice redirecting his attention suddenly.
"I need to get his dinner ready. Can you stay with him?"
The blonde nodded, receiving a quick peck on the lips in acknowledgement, before his attention turned to Charlie - his expression brightening as he looked down at his son. "We're gonna practice walking again, aren't we buddy?" he proclaimed, walking them over to the rug again. Rafe watched as his girlfriend laughed as she left the room, her disembodied voice telling them to have fun. Whilst she prepared his dinner, all she could hear were the giggles of a small child and the encouraging statements leaving Rafe. He became a whole new person when he was with his son, and the cheer he let out when Charlie managed to walk towards him again only made the young mother smile to herself, her heart swelling with happiness at the small family the pair had created.
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I should be able to kill my father with no consequences
#im really sick and feverish and everything hurts so im in bed#and this CUNT. this absolute bastard has the gut to tell me 'are you still in bed' and order me around#weird that i remember how two weeks ago when i was the less sick of the two i had to run around the house cleaning#and bringing him stuff and caring for him while he parked his ass either in bed or on the armchair#but now that he's the healthy one and im the sick one im still expected to do shit for him and not be resting#damn thats weird its almost like hes so focused on himself he doesnt give a shit about his family weird fr fr#like the one time he came into my room and asked how i was i didn't even manage to get two words out that he went#'yeah well my x hurts my other x hurts i keep having to go to the bathroom [other whining and complaining]'#like. do you feel satisfaction in making me feel worse than usual#swear to christ the moment i can im moving the fuck out of this house i wanna see him struggle without me serving him everyday
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Platonic
part 8
summary: When Lando's "playboy" image is setting a bad reputation for him. He's turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.
pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader
warnings: suggestive
You woke up after an amazing night sleep once again, next to Lando.
Sliding out of bed, you carefully detangled yourself from his arms . You turned when you heard him mumble something in his sleep, making you smile.
You quickly got ready, putting on a comfortable outfit for breakfast, a meeting and the flight tonight. As you were both you leave, getting your stuff together you felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist.
You turned to face him, placing a soft on his lips "I didn't want to wake you" he laughs nuzzling his head into your neck
"Couldn't fall back asleep with the cold space next to me" he smiled, kissing you again, this time letting it linger "You're going to make me late" you laugh trying to pull away
"It's Kika, she'll understand"
You kiss him one more time before grabbing your bag "I will be back soon, enjoy your morning and try get packed"
"Have fun Princess"
You close the door behind you, walking down the steps and out the apartment building. Thankfully it was only a short five minute walk to meet Kika.
When you arrived Kika was already sat at table waiting for you "Good morning, am I late?" you ask sitting you bag down "No you're right on time, Pierre dropped me off when he was heading out. Here's your coffee" she smiles handing you, your drink
"Thank you, are you up to anything today?"
"Going to the gym with Pierre and then going home for a date night before I fly back home tomorrow for a shoot. What about you? Going back the apartment to tell your boyfriend you're in love with him?"
You roll your eyes taking a sip of your drink "Don't get me started" you scoff "What did he do? He's not hard to attack, we can team up" she jokes resting her hands on the table
"As much as I appreciate you for being willing to attack Lando, it's not him. It's Zak. Last night we went for dinner and Zak immediately jumped on it saying he was going to get cameras, Lando said no and hung up the phone on him. He was so frustrated with him, we have a meeting with him later"
"I've never liked that guy, but I do have one question"
"Yeah?"
"What the fuck happened between you and Lando? Last time i checked you were too scared to tell him how you felt now you're going out for dinner with him wanting no camera's there"
"Max, Lando and I's friend came over, Lando and I bunked up and we've had a few kisses, it feels so normal. We haven't exactly spoke about it but I think if we're going at the pace we are, it could possibly turn into a relationship"
Kika smiles nodding “I’m happy for you, really happy. Did you guys get flight’s back home?”
“Yeah, we’re leaving after the meeting, I can’t wait to see his family again. We’re staying with them for a few days”
“Does his family know what’s going on between you two?”
“Nope and when Lando tells them I don’t think they’ll react well. They’ve been hoping for us to get together since we were 14 and when they find out what’s going on is PR”
“But it’s not really PR, everything is real. Right?”
“Yeah, it is”
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When you arrive back home, you return to see Lando running around the place “What have you lost?” you ask, dropping your bag onto the sofa “My charger, hi baby. How was breakfast” he quickly kisses you before returning to his hunt
“It was good, have you checked if you’ve packed it already?”
“Shit, now i remember packing it” he stops walking towards you, how was your date with Kika?” he asks wrapping his arms around you waist
“Good, have you got your laptop set up for your meeting with Zak?”
“Our meeting baby, our. Yeah it’s set up, Actually we have to get online now, are you ready for this”
“No, the last thing I want to be doing the day after you winning is having a chat with Zak”
Lando nods his head in agreement, sighing walking over to the kitchen counter where his laptop was sat, pulling a chair close to him for you to sit.
“Hey guys, how are you?” Zak asks once connected “Yeah we’re great, how are you?” Lando answers “Good to hear, now I’m not giving you guys into trouble but we need you guys out in public more. We’ve got some photos up on fan pages, gossip pages and news outlets but we need more. What are your guys plans this week?”
You sigh, rolling your eyes off camera. Lando looks at you taking your hand
“We’re heading home, this lovely lady has a meeting in the office tomorrow and we are going to see my parents for a few days-“
“Great” Zak interrupts “We will get photographers at the airport tonight, keep me updated where you are guys”
The call ends suddenly, you walk away from the table annoyed heading to the bedroom “Baby, come on. It won’t be that bad”
“No Lando. Im sick of this. It is hard enough being photographed just for being your friend. Now that I’m your “girlfriend” I am being photographed going to an airport. It’s not even been a week, and as Zak said there’s barely any photographs it’s hell already. I hate this” you rant, sitting on the bed
“I know, I hate it too. But it’s three months like this at least, that’s what the contract said. I’m sorry it’s like this. I promise once this is over you’ll never need to see my face again” he wraps his arm around your shoulder
“You know I would never want that, I just don’t want our lives and time together to be decided by a piece of paper”
“Me either Princess, I love what we have going on so much” he leans in “Me too Baby” you kiss him laying down
He moves on top of you, slowly deepening this kiss, humming as you pulled him closer by the shirt “You are so beautiful” he says between kisses, taking off your shirt
He takes his shirt off throwing it on the ground “Lan” you breath “Don’t stop”
He grabs your arms, pinning them above your head as he kisses down your neck.
He stop when his phone rings louding, groaning as he answers “What do you want Max?”
“I was kinda in the middle of something” he answers Max’s question, pulling you close to him. You kiss his chest, leaning your head on him slowly feeling your eyes close
“Look mate i’m gonna” he looks down at you, now asleep nuzzling in closer to him “I’ll call you back later” he whispers hanging up the phone
“I’m so in love with you” he says once he hears your soft breathing
part 9
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Fucking hell Nightbringer really gave me everything huh god
Henry 1.0 origin story
Cerberus origin story
Satan's cat thing origin story
"Goldie in Freezer" origin story
Levi's Ruri-chan obsession origin story
Mammon being scared of ghosts/horror origin story
More in depth version of Solomon & Asmo's first meeting/pact origin story
A painful reason for why Asmo's room looks like that
What the tsl characters would have been like irl (the absolute worst wtf simeon)
Mammon's issues finally discussed in depth
Mammon being extremely ride or die for Lucifer
Almost instant Mammon & MC friendship
Mammon being just so amazed by MC and also insanely supportive of them
Mammon being willing to do anything for his brothers, being more sure of himself, almost instantly following Lucifer's orders and making the others do so as well
Levi's issues discussed in depth.
Levi straight up saying he was depressed and still is
Levi's friendship with MC!
Levi & Lucifer's relationship!!!!!
Levi being shy and scared and just so 😖
Things being bad in the Celestial Realm even before they left
Asmo's issues being discussed in depth
Asmo very explicitly having body dysmorphia
The brothers being much more supportive and loving of each other
Lucifer being visibly scared of losing another family member and being insanely overprotective because of it
The brothers being slowly overtaken by their sins (something that was always a part of them but also something they could control as angels) and losing control of themselves
The brothers gaining new magic
Satan being a fucking mess
Satan not really fitting in and all of them being really awkward around him
Satan's issues being discussed in depth
Belphie's issues being discussed in depth
Belphie expressing passive suicidal ideation
Belphie talking about how he needs someone to blame for what happened to Lilith so he can process it/make sense of it even if that someone is himself
Lucifer's issues being touched on from from different perspectives/angles
Diavolo's issues being hinted at
Simeon's issues being vaguely discussed
More about Lilith! (remember my post about how lilith definitely wasn't a sweet little angel because there's no way the universe would let lucifer catch a break? I was right!!! She was as much a little shit as the rest of her family!)
More about the demon king! (He wanted to stop the war too🥺 also a whole line of previous demon kings!)
More about god/how angels work (all angels are brothers & sisters but not technically family the way lucifer & his siblings are!)
ADAM!?!?!?!?!?
Solomon & MC's Sorcerer & Apprentice relationship seen in full detail!
MC being absolutely amazing
MC being competent and powerful and dangerous and resourceful and confident and the brothers realising all that but them also being funny and snarky and chaotic and outgoing and homesick and caring
References to present (s1-s4) brothers (& how they'll tear solomon apart if he doesn't bring MC back)
NIGHTBRINGER!? BARBATOS!!!??? but past barbatos doesn't seem to know anything about MC and present barbatos is helping solomon bring MC back....so who...?
References to Noble demons and conservative demons and devildom politics
Angel - Demon prejudice /racism from both sides explicitly shown
The brothers being war criminals and how the devildom sheltering them nearly re-started the war between the two realms
None of them being able to identify MC as a human (it takes Diavolo a long time + Lucifer straight up denies it when MC tells him), Adam & Nightbringer saying MC has the "power of angels", MC's favourite manga being one where the youngest child out of 7 is described as being angelic (*cough*lilith*cough*), Diavolo, even after knowing MC is a human, going "what are you"..... me softly chanting: nephilim!mc nephilim!mc nephilim!mc
The lessons flow better? It doesn't feel like one arc is squished into two lessons and then you must immediately jump into another different arc. It feels like it's all just happening in a connected sequence?
Better pacing in my opinion. It doesn't feel rushed.... like the part where satan discovers cats and then later is seen still sitting next to the cat and watching it? It feels appropriately spaced out
MC's relationships with everyone doesn't feel isolated. Like earlier there'd be a lesson or two dedicated to one character and we won't see much of the other characters during it. Now it feels like everyone is there interacting with everything in a normal, natural way. Yes there are lessons dedicated to getting to know one brother but the others are there, interacting with each other and MC during that time as well
The emotions & relationships are discussed/written in a way that feels very real and believable that it becomes actually really moving (s1-s4 also did this well but in nightbringer because of arcs/scenes/relationships not being isolated, of things flowing better and having a better pacing, of them outright discussing their issues it has a greater impact - yes I cried more than once shut up)
In the end, Nighbringer is darker than og OM! but not in the "grrr gonna kill you" way. It's "darker" because they address more serious topics in depth
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I just Literally Galaxy Brained :D???
Oh? My? God?
So here I am, on a Star Wars kick, when I Ponder my beloved Danny Phantom. As ya do! Who? I wonder? Could I mix into the star wars universe?
WHEN IT HITS ME.
You know who LOVES kids? Just... will Burn Down Planets for this kid they literally JUST met? Mandolorians. Know where you can find a SHIT ton of those, genetically? The GAR!
Those are CLONES, baby! WE got a Clone! She's feisty and adorable! Smol! Bites! Got them big ol tooka eyes and itty bitty hands! Likes to fly, explore, and fight! She's BASICALLY born for this!
Tell me they would collectively look at this tiny feral child, with her poofy lil hair and chubby cheeks, fangy lil grin and biting tendcy, and go "is BABY!" Come on, tell me. I'll call you a liar.
And you KNOW the Force and Ectoplasm are probably messy EXs. Dani could TOTALLY use they "why should you allow me in? .....because they're not the boss of you" argument to GREAT effect.
Here, Skywalker. Kenobi. Watch this mysterious child... foooooor.... uh, Reasons! Yes. I, the Force, definitely have valid reasons for doing this! I am NOT just being a petty bitch! #SoundsLegit
But? Gasp! The child is a Cadet?! A BABY Clone! Of WHO? A legendary warrior king, from what context they can gather. Made by his enemy. Sent to kill him. Forgiven then adopted. Ooooh, lots of life lessons there. Clone rights and forgiveness and such.
But more IMPORTANTLY, to the GAR?
BABY CLONE! Is BABY!!!
We are ALL Buir now! All of us. Biggest family in the galaxy. Dani is cool with it, congrats New Fenton's! On the Be-Fenton-ing! Tremble in FEAR, scrubs! It's OUR HOUSE NOW!! Mwahahahaha! *cackles from her perch on top of a table*
But... wait... what is that glowing stuff that you're getting low on?
Oh? This? New beloved Highly Unhinged Jedi Friends and Clone Dads? Oh it's just my LIFE SAVING MEDICINE that I NEED TO LIVE that I never told you about! :D
*horrified silence*
*PANIC*
It's okay. It's OKAY! Everybody STOP SCREAMING! W-well just reverse engineer... *machine makes the equivalent of a Dunno noise* FUCK! Okay! New plan! Dani, sweetie, lil warrior, what do you remember about your medicine? What does it DO, exactly?
Unstable clone.
Okay! Okay, that's a start! THEY are stable clones. Right? Right!
.........r-right? Are... are they SURE? Cause, I mean, it's ONE thing when it's just THEIR health on the line... but when it's their YOUNGLING? Their lil tooka Dani? Their ade? Are they SURE? How sure. Bet HER life on it sure?
....no. No they are not. They don't trust the long necks NEARLY that much. Time do do a DEEP deep scan. Best they can find. They got to make SURE. Boba might be the only STABLE clone... assuming the sleemo even told the truth about that.
And? They LEARN some stuff.
Like about the chip in their head's. Supposedly an "inhibitor chip". Sends Skywalker into a karking rage, cause that looks a whole lot like a slave chip to HIM. Dani says they can CHECK. Then doesn't wait for an answer as she sticks her HAND into someone's head to just... pluck it out. Hand it over to be sliced.
Dani, sweetie, c-can you do that for the rest of us? Sure!
But! The race is ON. To either figure out how to contact the original, stabilize Dani, or synthesize Ectoplasm in a universe that DOES NOT HAVE IT. All while unknowingly? Absolutely Fenton CURB STOMPING Ancient Sith Plans into oblivion.
As is the Fenton Way.
This IS The Way~☆
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The Royal Way 《Pt.2》
(Leclerc!reader x Prince of Monaco!oc)
After his older sister marries into the Monaco Royal family, Charles knew he would be treated differently, to his surprise (and his sister's disappointment) his F1 team, ferarri, treated him the same way.... and that did not sit well with the new princess of Monaco
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in which YN Leclerc uses her new familial connections to fuck up ferarri just like how they fucked up her baby brother's hopes and dreams.
N.B: so, this was supposed to be longer and the last part, but it's currently 3 AM and I have classes at 8 AM thus me splitting this little fic into a trilogy. Hopefully, I will have time tomorrow to post the third and final part! Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!! WARNINGS: NOT REALISTIC AT ALL!! if you are looking for a realistic revenge sort of plot, it is not here, I tried as best as I can to search up what the whole electronic system does and it's relation to the DRS, BUT I AM BY NO MEANS AN EXPERT NOR HAVE ENOUGH KNOWLEDGE, SO EXCUSE THE POOR RESEARCH. The car designs are from Pinterest... Some swear words (fuck, bitch, etc...) Let me know if I missed anything else please!
Faceclaims:
yn leclerc --> anya taylor joy
Prince Thierry --> louis partridge
Masterlist // part 1
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F1_updates_live: Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc heading into the Ferrari motor home in LA. Neither of the Royals look ecstatic to be in this position and it's no doubt to do with the statement released by Ferrari's Formula one media team, where they had essentially blamed the newly wedded Princess, YN Leclerc and their own driver, Charles Leclerc, for his DNF in the previous GP.
username: let them cook
username: the amount of bodyguards they have is insane
username: they do not look happy
username: yeah, no shit sherlock, ferrari basically said that it was yn's fault that Charles is distracted
username: ferrari blaming everyone but themselves
LEAKED AUDIO FROM LAS VEGAS GP, FERRARI'S MOTORHOME: tensions rise in the Ferrari garage as the young royals of Monaco, Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc, threaten Fred Vasseur of taking him to court after buying out the rest of Charles' contract with Ferrari.
(Princess YN Leclerc,Prince Thierry, Fred Vasseur)
"It has been proven time and time again that the team is so incompetent! Why won't you do any changes?"
"Do you think that it's easy? These are people's livelihoods we are talking about"
"You do realise you are talking to a princess, right? She is well aware of how to run a business and a team, unlike you."
"I am just saying that I can't just fire people because Charles can't manage the car!"
"CAN'T MANAGE THE CAR? Are you out of your fucking mind mr. Vasseur? There is evidence, very strong evidence for your information, that the problem was from the electronic system. Do you have any idea how fucked up your engineers and strategists have to be to send out a car with failed electronic system?"
"Correct me if I am wrong my darling, but don't the electronic system control the DRS?"
"Mmhhmmm"
"And if the DRS opens in a corner it might result in a crash, am I correct mr. Vasseur?"
"The DRS was fine, there was-"
"My husband is asking a yes or no question Fred."
"Yes."
"So basically, Ferrari's Formula one team had, intentionally and with their knowledge, put a member of the monegasque royal family in direct danger."
"But Charles isn't a member of the royal family! He is only YN's half brother!"
"PRINCESS YN MR VASSEUR! YOU WILL DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT!"
"Charles is my brother, and you dare put him in harm's way. I am princess YN Leclerc of Monaco, I can and I will hold you accountable as the principal of this team."
"You can't do anything! Carlos had the same car-"
"Carlos did not have the same car and you know it!"
"We already know Fred, we have had professional inspections done on both cars, it's quite deceiving really, telling a driver that he's the priority and still disappointing him every single time."
🔊 a thud is heard 🔊
"This is the amount of money to buy Charles out of Ferrari, but don't spend it Fred, we will be getting it back in court."
"YN WHAT WE-"
"PRINCESS YN FRED! *sigh* it seems like no matter what you are still convinced that you and your workers did no wrong, we will see about that."
"There is only one race left, there will be no team to take in Charles now!"
"Oh, we are not looking for a team to take him in, we made a team for him."
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I can’t stop thinking about just the tip jake 😭😭 any chance we can get cockwarming with them? 👉👈
No bc this is so Jake and Bug
Warnings: smut! p in v! cockwarming (duh)
Jake And Bug
She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Trouble," Jake said with his hands on her hip.
He looked at her, looked at the expression on her face. She wanted something, that much was clear. Jake squeezed her hips and dragged her closer. "What do you want?" He asked, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
He could feel her fingers, playing with the hair at the back of his head, sending a shiver down his spin. "Want you," she said and blinked up at him, all doe eyed and sweet.
And how could Jake deny her? He freed himself from his jeans and helped her out of her underwear. She made quick work of sinking down onto his cock, content sigh leaving her lips.
"You gonna ride me, bug?" Jake asked, gently moving her.
But then she shook her head and he stopped. "Just want you inside me," she said and leaned forward, resting her head against his chest.
Now Jake had girlfriends in the past. He was in his mid thirties, of course he had. But nothing like this. He'd never had a girl that just wanted to be near him like this. "Holy shit, Bug," he whispered, arms wrapping around her as he held her close.
He could hardly breathe as she snuggled against him. She looked so fucking sweet, laying there with her hand on his chest. So sweet, but his cock was nestled inside of her.
"Jake," she whispered as she touched his cheek, felt the stubble there.
He took her hand and kissed it. "Yeah, Bug?" He asked, adjusting himself in his seat. She involuntarily bounced at that, and Jake let out a groan. Fuck, if she kept up with that he was gonna have her bent over the back of the couch.
"D'you think we could go out on a proper date?"
Jake hadn't been expecting that, not in the slightest. But, now that her dad knew, why couldn't they go on a proper date? Why couldn't he take her out to a nice dinner, pay for her to get whatever she wanted while she sat there looking pretty?
"If you wanna go on a proper date, Bug, I'll take you on a proper date," he said and kissed the top of her head. "But, you don't have any other family remembers who are gonna want to kill me, do you?"
She hummed, coy smile on her lips. "No, just my dad," she said and lifted herself up to kiss him, hips rolling slightly. "Oh, and Rooster."
A groan left Jakes lips. "Baby, please don't say that name while you're ridin' me like this."
She said it again, a laugh leaving her lips.
But that laugh soon stopped when Jake thrust his own hips up, taking control of the situation.
But she had no complaints.
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okay but i need a part two of frat boy rafe, who takes interest in the reader, convinced her to go on a date and it ends with a round two
When Rafe Cameron had asked you on a date, you had automatically assumed that it was a joke. Casual sex was one thing. A date was a whole different ballgame, especially for someone like him. You didn’t exactly know why he had asked you out, always hearing around campus that he never was in a committed relationship. Literally using girls as a something to get his cock warm.
Just like the first time though, you had a hard time saying no. It was insane the amount of charisma this man had over a damn text or maybe it was your wishful thinking about getting dicked down again. Whatever it was, you found yourself now sitting across from him as you looked over the menu at the expensive restaurant.
He looked good. Light blue polo that was snug against his broad upper body, hair gelled to perfection and that cocky smirk on his lips as you looked up at him after setting your menu down.
“So.. what made you ask me out on a date?” Your voice causal as you asked the burning question on your mind.
Sitting down his drink, he looked at you. He couldn’t pin point exactly why he wanted more from you other than your amazing pussy. You truly were striking to look at, but there was something else there that he wanted to know more about. He hadn’t ever been in a serious relationship, at least not one that meant anything. Maybe it was time to explore that option. However, that pussy was definitely his tonight.
“I really don’t like getting into all that sappy shit, but I don’t know..” He said, glancing over to the setting sun that made his blue eyes stand out. “There’s something about you that is different and I like that.” He said, eyes focusing back on you.
Something about hearing those words from frat president himself, the same one that never gave any girl more than one night, had you feeling butterflies. That is exactly why you found yourself a few hours later with that same monstrous dick inside you once again.
“Shit.. tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.” Rafe groaned, all nine inches sliding into your hole, this time from behind. He relished the feeling of your pretty cunt wrapping around him and how good you fucking looked bent over.
You had of course remembered how big Rafe was, but nothing prepared you for the new angle. You immediately felt him hit your sweet spot, letting out a moan as you buried your face into the duvet. “Oh fuck..” You mumbled, arching your back more as he began to move his sculpted hips.
A heavy hand slapped your jiggling ass cheek as it moved with each thrust as the tall boy began to move faster, one of his knees coming to rest on the mattress to get a deeper angle. “You like that big dick.. Huh?” His voice raspy, an underlying nasal tone making it sound even hotter to you.
You were sweet by nature and always a little naive. Somewhere you knew that Rafe Cameron was bad news on the other hand you wondered if he was serious about not wanting you to just be another one of his throw away girls. The thought of him putting his magical dick in any other girl made you jealous. You had to have him as yours.
“I love it..” You whimpered. “Need it forever.”
Rafe had heard many girls tell him how they needed his dick forever. He usually would ignore them or bring his hand to their necks to shut them the fuck up. Hearing you say that made the blood rush straight to his balls, making him want to nut right then and there.
“Oh baby.. What are you doing to me? Gonna make me put a fucking ring on you and shit. Maybe have my baby. Gonna take you to meet my family after this.. I swear.” He rambled, falling hard and fast for the girl who was so sweet.
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IM SO HAPPY UR INTO HYBRIDS OMFGGWHSI
gawd ok it's cliche but idc, bunny!reader and fox!sunoo, horny x horny lmao
going at it for hours on the regular all while being loud asf and not giving a shit abt anything, sooo many quickies and heats go even crazier dare i say it'd make satan blush, a match made in hell for others lmao.
hii baby! dont even know if youre into it still because i made you wait too much for it and for that i apologize 😢 but nonetheless i LOVE rambling about hybrids so here goes nothing.. Also this is very long for no reason
cw: female reader, fox!sunoo, bunny!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, primal play, kinda perv!sunoo (gasp), biting kink, degradation, dacryphillia, dumbification, breeding kink, name calling (bunny, bitch, etc), spit play? (sunoo licks her lmao), sunoo is a sly fox 🧐 also he says "bunny" a lot.
your parents, since you were little, warned about the precautions needed to take as a prey. and as a family of rabbit hybrids, you were, of course, a bunny with big, fuzzy ears on top of your head and a toothy, cute, happy smile.
you always thought this judgement your parents and all the older rabbits had towards predators was stupid. "don't go near wolves", "don't talk to lions", "bears can smell you from miles away", "never trust foxes". this is modern times, we are not savages anymore! oh, if you had just listened to their advice.
"you can't imagine how long i've been dreaming about this." said sunoo, the gentle fox hybrid that every day ordered a drink at the coffee shop you worked, now, not as gentle, as he pushes your head on the mattress and thrusts mercilessly into your pussy from behind. you'd never have imagined that the date and the shy kiss you shared at the end of your work hours would end this way.
"bunny... my bunny," he said, voice intoxicated with desire, and slowed down his movements, lowered himself to rest his bare chest against your back and slowly dragged his nose from your cheek to your neck, sniffing in your scent gland, absorbing it like a hungry man. "oh, god, your scent..." another big sniff, "always drove me crazy, bunny. did you know that?"
with your face on the mattress, you could only whine and wiggle your fluffy tail, voice muffled by the pillow, falling into the pleasure of his cock making you feel so full. sunoo laughed, his movements now at a quicker pace.
"you're so fucking innocent, baby," another laugh, his breath unsteady, going deep at you, hips doing wonders to reach your most sensitive spots. "you really thought i was just a nice guy, huh? coming everyday at your job, sitting at that table in the back... such a nice costumer, big tips too." you could hear the smirk in his voice, condescending tone, his sharp nails drawing circles on your back, gracious movements contrasting with the mess he's making of you. "the truth is, i could barely contain myself in that small cafe, bunny." his scratches would for sure be visible the next day. "so ready to please and so naive. bet you didn't even notice the way my hands would always find yours, the way i watched your movements... or did you?" you whined as he talked. "remember when i offered a bite of that brownie to you? and you sucked on the plastic spoon like a bitch in heat, hungry eyes on mine and shit?"
no verbal response from you but a clench, embarrassed to be caught red-handed. such unwise actions, bunny. a rabbit flirting with a fox? really? and you still had the audacity to think you were in control.
"fucking answer me, bitch." sunoo yanked you by your furry ears, hard enough to lift your body off the mattress, placing your back against his chest again, making you moan loudly. his movements getting faster, skin on skin noises mixing with the red-haired boy's animalistic grunts and your cries.
"s-sun, slow d-down, ple-"
"oh, bunny," he laughs. "you want me to slow down? hm?~" hand still with a firm grip on your ears, causing you to bend your neck in an almost uncomfortable position, if it wasn't for the pleasure washing over all your other emotions. "p-poor bunny, can't handle big dick? this is what you're made for, can't you even do that?" and there you were, crying, overwhelmed by the degradation and how it made your insides even more wet.
"oh, god," his hips hitting even faster now, you could feel him losing all his control. "god, f-fuck- bunny, don't do this to me~" he said, releasing your ears to grip your hips, you could only cry. turning your head sideways, you meet his foxy eyes and vertical pupils now blown out in complete insanity, seeing you cry, your most prey-like state, ears down in submission and everything, it made the predator in him fucking crazy. "bunny- b-bunny, my bunny-" he started licking your tears away, chanting your name like in a trance. "b-bunny, i'll make you m-mine, 'mmkay? will y-you let me?" he kissed your neck, stopping to paint your skin with hickeys then and there. "s-stuff you full of me, baby, knock you up real good, hm?~" his voice was whiny and loud as he bit you, sharp fangs poking at your neck, and another bite, and another, almost like trying to literally eat you alive.
"nnngh- oh, s-sunoo, s'deep, f-full." you mutter, no thoughts behind your eyes.
"shhh, baby- i know, r-right?~ don't worry, turn off your brain, l-let me do the thinking for you."
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