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not to rant and vent and generally be annoying on main but to have it confirmed that my father wanted to take one cat whilst my mother took the other in the divorce ... reeling tbh
#we have two cats. he loves one to bits and doesn't care about the other#if he had his way we wouldn't have the second cat#my mum adores both#but the first one was in place of a child ... that she didn't want to have with my father.#he's very special to us all#we've had him 16 years#and i suspected my dad would try to pull the 'well you're taking one cat so i'll take the other'#but turns out he said it to her#in an email .......#they live in the same house.#but that's how they have to communicate now#anyway. mum obviously said No#but he's left her on email-read#idk what we'll do but she's not leaving the cat she's loved for 16 years#with someone who also does love him but likely won't bother to let her see him#god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck#he's so old as well#and father has never been on the ball with vet stuff#it's never been his job#he doesn't know we've been trying hard to look after the cat's kidneys#and he won't listen to my mum about it since he won't talk to her#kjhsgdfctgyui;okakwlemjnsvgdcfhtyulios;akd.lcjmbhnvghsagdjy#rant over i hope#i cant leave it all like this. but i have to for my own sanity and also third year of uni#helppppppppppppp#i want to spend my whole life chatting to my mum in the kitchen#if i could do that for eternity i'd be happy#but i have to leave and she's leaving too#and i'll now spend half my parent-visiting time#trying to pretend they both mean the same to me
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This mother and her ~4 year old kid had a conversation in Japanese next to me and I was thrilled to understand all of it.
Granted it was a tiny child and a mum speaking very slowly so he could understand her but I was still thrilled.
#they were looking at these legos#and basically the kid was like LOOK MUM LOOK#èŠăŁăŠïŒ#pointed at a sculpture of a baby and said <ăăăŒ ă>#then they went over to another one and the mum was like <these must be difficult ă>#in Japanese obviously#anyway I was very happy to understand and trying so hard to not seem weird listening in#Quinn posts#Japanese#personal
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The thing is I am definitely not happy or chill in the Immediate Sense lately but I am, big picture, so fucking happy with the person I am.
It's like. My brain was made by and for consistent trauma and since that trauma stopped about 5-7 years ago, it is incredible what the amount of resilience and cleverness and flexibility and thoughtfulness I developed to survive can do when it's not being all spent on surviving. like I had a hundred ton weight on me so I had to get REALLY STRONG to stay in the same place and not get 100% crushed, and when that weight came off I found I can use the strength it used to take to stand up and I can leap tall buildings in a single bound.
I was talking to my mum the other day and she said, "you've got the 'fuck it' energy at 30 that most women don't find until their fifties at least" and I'm like yeah man. Imagine how unstoppable I'll be in 20 years.
#red said#i don't know that i can express this clearly but it's the most encouraging thing in my life#my mum's always been proud of me but just lately she seems to actually really admire me#like she's genuinely impressed. she thinks I've surpassed her. i don't necessarily agree but it's a really nice quiet joy.#anyway like this sounds super up myself and it kind of is.#but also it's part of realising just how heavy the weight I've been carrying around with me for 25 years was#like not to be ridiculous but i have realised again this week. that it isn't that everyone's been raped that much and doesn't talk about it#i just have been raped an Unusually Consistent Amount. i have spoken to a lot of people who have had much more horrifying things happen.#I'm not sure I've talked to more than a couple of people who've had a similar level of total consistency of abuse from all angles#and the one is not heavier or harder to bear that the other. but. i think i spent most of my life listening to people's awful experiences#and going ok well nothing i went through looked that bad so it's microtrauma#obviously microtraumas build up but still.#then the older i get and the more i have these conversations the more I notice that stuff which to me is a microtrauma#is a lot of people's defining trauma. and they're reacting appropriately which means i am SO SEVERELY UNDERREACTING#told my friend the other day about a time someone who i still like and respect was having sex with me when i paralocated my hip#and then just kept getting really annoyed with me for not being ready to have sex again while i was literally crying with pain#until i caved and just tried to find the last painful position#and my friend was like pal what the fuck that's horrific#and i was like i mean no that's normal I've had sex with like maybe 3 or 4 people in my life who i haven't had similar stuff with#like i am genuinely thrown when i am allowed to say no to sex and have it be the end of the conversation. and not end up having sex#out of guilt or out of physical coercion or through physical rape. and i have had sex with probably like 40 people at this stage?#and I'm not sure it's as many as 4 i haven't had that experience with tbh#so like. I'm slowly coming to terms with the idea#that i may have actually been doing a hell of a lot of heavy lifting.#like i developed a sense of self that can survive being constantly crushed and at this stage is fucking diamond.
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Most recent episode of Outlander I watched was low key so funny at the end
Fuckin Marseli was like "listen, so... doctors take an oath to do no harm. Good thing I'm not actually a doctor" and killed that bitch. Jamie walks in to her freaking out because she killed someone and just goes "damn that sucks. But shit happens."
#Obviously this is paraphrased but this was the vibe#What she actually said was a bit more badass to me#Something along the lines of 'mistress Claire took an oath to do no harm. I've taken no such oath' or smth like that#I love her she's perfect#outlander#Damn last time I posted about outlander I was talking about Marseli constantly calling Claire a whore. And now look at them#No because Marseli's reaction to Brianna saying she was gonna leave. 'Youve become like a sister to me' IM OKAY I PROMISE#my posts#Also unrelated but the fact that Fergus' kid calls Claire Grandma when Fergus still doesn't call Claire his mother. Like he sees her that#way obviously but please I need him to call her his mother#Fergus and Marseli's kids have only one grandfather not because one of the parents has a dead father but because they share#an adoptive father. Which is.... Yikes.#Jamie is her step father and his adoptive father#One of the little French fraser kids: oh yeah red Jamie fraser is my grandfather#Someone else: really? Is he your mum or dad's dad?#One of the little French fraser kids: Yes. Unfortunately .#Also! Brianna finding out she has a little brother killed me. Because she'll never get to know him as her brother!#Because he'll never even know that she is his sister.#Jamie and Williams interactions kill me every time though I NEED him to find out he's Jamie's son#Anyway there's your outlander post for today
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my thesis director hugged me and kissed me on the cheek because of my birthday--twice! i've been blessed, my depression is gone and it's the only thing i can think of for the rest of the day. i'm even gonna go through her portfolios to grade her students. i have it bad alright? i even let her drive me to my friend's house just so i could spend a few more minutes with her inside the car. she's so beautiful and has the most striking flirty green eyes and she hugs like she means it AAHH
#don't get me wrong she's not creepy or anything she's just really friendly and affectionate#kisses on the cheek are normal here#and i guess it's just the mum in her why she treats me with such care#but i swear the way she reacted when i told her it was my birthday đ„ș#she stood up and said why didn't you tell me??#and hugged; the best hug ive ever been given#but seriously if i could see myself when she was approaching me for the embrace i know i would look like a trembling chihuahua lololol#i couldn't even say a complete coherent sentence#anyway im obviously head over heels byee#but her EYESSS
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My family as super heroâs, a physical piece and some sketches of them can be found earlier on my blog
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#drawn earlier this year (at the same time as those sketcjes) but I forgot to post it#this idea was inspired by the fantastic 4 (obviously but I thought Iâd put this here anyways :])#my dad has telekinesis/levitation (he wanted to have every power and kept being silly so I picked lol)#mum is invisibility so she can rob us money (I told her we had to be heroâs and she said thereâs no one Iâd rather save then my family)#my dog has super speed and jumps#my youngest bro has ocean control (we call him fishy/baby turtle irl cuz he just LOVES swimming and always has)#my other brother has illusions (he wanted âprobability controlâ aka to be god but I said thatâs op and he can just pretend to be god)#and lastly Iâm Spider-Man cuz heâs my fave comic book character (ok Iâm torn on that front but Iâve AĂWAYS wanted his powers#I used to swing for hours as a kid fake thwipping and pretending to be him [I perfected the spider dive on the swings lol])#stariel posts#digital art#my art#rendered art#2024#timelapse#colour#oc art#fave
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Do I have to start saying not that anyone would care in that super duper passive aggressive way to guilt people into caring or what
#dora daily#Iâm so tired#the one thing Iâve consistently wanted since I was a kid was to be cared about and seen đ#yet I canât even seem to get that â ïž I honest to god am so tired like every day is another futile attempt to try to engineer what I say#specifically for the purpose of me hoping someone ANYONE would care#how I used to be sick when I was younger because I saw that the kids who would get sick or would get sad would get sm care and love but#I was stupid because I didnât account for the fact that when I was sick I had to just suck it up or when I was sad I need to stop being such#a crybaby and get over it#what if I say Iâve had enough of just being shamelessly used by others for me to comfort them through their problems#but I always have everything thrown back at my face because somehow when itâs my turn my problems are uncomfortable or awkward#I donât have energy for a single thing yet I force myself to talk to at least one person and trying to fix my relationship with just#literally talking it shouldnât be that hard but I feel so worthless that even speech is impossible and makes me feel like I will literally#die. itâs been working kinda but now I just canât help but feel so sick to my stomach about all this my head hurts really bad and Iâm trying#not to cry and trying my hardest to make peace with the fact that in truth nobody will ever like me enough to care at all ever#not my mum not my dad or my siblings and certainly not my friends either#Iâm so tired of always begging and pleading for someone to just notice Iâm here too#or maybe itâs specific people#itâs so cruel to say all those overly nice things to me and not act on them#why else was I so psychotic about that girl ? obviously because she would shower me with the nicest things Iâve ever heard#but she says that to everyone sheâs not consistent with me and we arenât really friends#ik it wasnât her intention but it doesnât change the fact I have wanted to and Iâm not even over exaggerating but actually off myself#because this is just proof Iâm around to serve peopleâs dirty work and clean messes when I canât even stand on my two feet anyways#isnât it so stupid Iâm just talking to myself here and most likely nobody will ever see it meaning this was just useless yet again#and the fact i canât be free ever nor can i do anything about this to permanently end things because i am a coward and because the worst#part is that even after death I shall be tormented anyways#and letâs say I somehow survive an attempt I will literally be scarred for life and then Iâd rlly want to be dead#itâs the way not even death can be a solace for this because there would only be more torture#I canât leave this religion because leaving wonât change the truth but Iâm so tired and worn thin of every single responsibility in my life#even tho I donât have much the few I do have feel excruciating#life is too much and death is worse so why couldnât my mum whoâs strong willed said no to my dads family and not gotten married period đ§ââïž
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Oh my god. Thank fuck for my dreams' inability to fit real life details into them because that was horrible. I was real scared for a minute
#had a dream that. i had a meet up with all my friends and all my online friends#and also gill and jay for some reason#i think it was someone's birthday#and it was great i got to meet everyone and introduce friends who didnt know each other and muck around with people#and then as we were leaving. my whole family was waiting in the car except my mum#and when she arrived she said she'd gotten into a car crash (for some reason we had 2 cars) and literally everyone had died#and then i fucking. went to school?? and walked in like nothing happened???#*pokes my brain* hey dude what the fuck#thankfully. i have never gone to school in a classroom that looks like that. that teacher moved away 3 months ago.#im not in a class with jay ferin (unfortunately)#oh yeah because i walked in anc they were doing the register and tye teacher was like 'hey lucky do you know where jay is' and i was like#'um. i think she's dead' and immediately broke down crying. slapping my dream self why would you gi to school???#anyway. back to things that were wrong with the dream#we dont own 2 cars#i am not friends with gillion tidestrider either#there was a computer screen in the old historic site which. no that doesnt make sense#there were crisps that for some reason had the details of ashe winters' appearance and location on them. and we were looking for her. but#but we kept eating the crisps like we didnt care about the writing on them. which is obviously insane#i dont sit next to that guy in class and obviously my parents wouldnt let me go to school if all my friends had just died#my mum seemed entirely unconcerned about the fact she'd killed all my friends. i was suspecting she was lying actually but i didnt check#but like again. my mother would not pretend to have killed everyone i know#i wouldnt plan a huge meet up day wjth friends at a place far away i need to drive to it anf have never been before#if i needed to go to school immediately after anyway#i havent been in school for over a month now anyway#it's just all round not real. great.#ok im good now but yhat was fucked. up. what the fuck#vent post#death mention#car crash
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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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âHow was your summer break Oscar?â Jack Doohan asked.Â
âYeah, it was good. Visited my wifeâs family in Ireland for two weeks. It was beautiful,â he smiled, remembering the happy memories.Â
Jack smirked, knowing what heâd just said and didnât realise. âFeeling ready and rested for today? Ready to beat Verstappen?â
He chuckled. âWeâll see, I guess.â
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âSo Y/n, how was your summer break?â Will Buxton asked, a smirk on his lips.Â
âYeah 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,â you smiled.Â
âDo anything special?â He asked, an eyebrow raised.Â
âWe actually showed his family all around Ireland, and our extended families met for like, the first time which was cool,â you shrugged. âYeah, Nicole is an avid hiker so we went up Carrauntoohil, which if you donât know is the tallest mountain in Ireland. Hattie was not a fan,â you chuckled. âYeah, but it was great, we had a bunch of fun.âÂ
âWell, that sounds like a lovely break. How are you feeling about today? Worried about the weather and wind?â He asked.Â
âNo, 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 Iâm not used to it by now, Iâd feel a bit foolish,â you chuckled.Â
âAnd Oscar, your husband, how do you think heâs feeling?â Will asked, a smirk on his face, knowing that Oscar exposed you two.Â
You raised an eyebrow. âMy boyfriend,â you corrected. âIs probably fine. He has the fastest car on the grid, and a bunch of talent. Iâm not worried.â
âDo you think the McLarenâs will beat you?â
âIâm a realist Will, and Iâm not stupid. Obviously theyâll beat us, are you mental?â
âOk,â he chuckled. âThank you for your time.â
âBye!â you smiled, walking away.Â
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Nicole called you as you stepped into the McLaren motorhome. Â
âHey Nicole,â you smiled. âHow are you?â
âIâd be better if my son wasnât stupid,â she deadpanned.Â
You chuckled. âHow is he stupid?âÂ
âAre you with anyone now?â
âNo, just in the McLaren motorhome trying to find your stupid son,â you shrugged. âWhatâs up?â
âHe said you were his wife in an interview,â she sighed and you face-palmed. âYeah.â
âFuckâs sake,â you sighed, picking up the pace to try and find him quicker. You went to his driverâs room, the canteen, even Zak Brownâs office as you chatted to Nicole, then ultimately hung up to try and call Oscar.Â
He picked up after two rings. âHey baby, everything alright? Iâm looking for you right now and I canât find you?â
âIâm in the McLaren motorhome,â you told him. âDid you tell someone that we were married?â
âUmmm⊠I donât think so? Iâm pretty sure Iâve been keeping it under wraps pretty tightly,â he chuckled. âWhy?â
âYour mum just called me and told me you said I was your âwifeâ in an interview, so⊠yeah,â you explained.Â
âShit,â he whispered. âIâm sorry love, I didnât mean to- it was a complete accident, I swear-â
âOsc, Iâm not mad. To be honest I thought you wouldâve been worse, I thought you wouldâve accidentally posted the wedding photos or something,â you chuckled. âWe should honestly just tell people. Anyways, come meet me, I want to see you.â
âI love you,â he was smiling, you could tell, happy you two didnât 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.Â
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 âhoneymoonâ 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.Â
Oscar wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck as he hummed a greeting.Â
âWell hello to you too,â you chuckled.Â
âI have such a gorgeous wife,â he smiled.Â
âI have such a gorgeous husband,â 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 driverâs 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.
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addiepiastri: â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
maepiastri: â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
chrispiastri: â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
user80: the whole piastri family in the comments :)))))
landonorris: she slayed.
-> pierregasly: 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 â€ïž
oscarpiastri: Thanks Albono
georgerussell: â€ïž
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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 đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł -> zakbrownceo: why is bro acting like i'll just give him a seat next year đ€Łđ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł -> landonorris: đ
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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Little surprise - C. Leclerc
Summary: Y/n is pregnant and meets her husband Charles at the track as a surprise.
Y/n turned off the tv and got up from the sofa. She was satisfied with the results from her husband, Charles Leclerc. Monaco was one of his favourite circuits, mainly because it was his home Grand Prix, but faith didn't agree with those previous years. It's sad to say he had never finished the Monaco Grand Prix before. However, this weekend seemed to be good.
"Are we going to see daddy?" Y/d/n asked and looked hopeful at her mum. The three-year-old had been waiting to walk down the streets to see her dad. It was a weird situation for Y/d/n; her dad was never home at a race weekend, but this weekend he was.
Y/n smiled and nodded. "Shall we go then?" Y/d/n heavily nodded. "Go put on your shoes, love."
Y/d/n crawled off the sofa and ran to the hallway to grab her shoes. It made Y/n happy to see her daughter excited. You would say: 'you live in Monaco, there's a race, why not visit it?' Well, it sounded easier than it looked. Y/n was pregnant with her second child, which was the best thing that ever happened to her - and to Charles, but she struggled a lot with sicknesses. It made it challenging to show up at races; it was uncomfortable.
"Mummy, can I bring Raf and Peter?" Y/d/n walked back to the living area with her two favourite stuffed animals; she held the giraffe and rabbit up in the air.
"Are you sure you want to bring them both?" Y/n asked and packed her bag. "Are you sure you won't lose them again?"
"No."
It happened one time before Y/d/n lost Raf and Peter. They were relaxing at the Ferrari facility, but the trouble and drama it caused... Y/n and Charles preferred not to be in that situation again.
"Sure, but they are your responsibility now." Y/n softly smirked; she knew Y/d/n would leave them somewhere around anyway. "Are you ready?"
The little girl started to jump and happily giggled. Y/d/n was a daddy's girl, so there was nothing more exciting than going to see your dad. She had been watching the third free practice all morning - well, the parts with Charles. Obviously, Y/d/n was too young to understand what Formula 1 was, but seeing her dad and his friends was all she needed to enjoy herself.
"Raf and Peter are happy to see daddy too," Y/d/n said and looked at her teddies when she stepped in the lift. "Can I press the button?" She looked up, and her arm reached for the button. Y/d/n grew a few centimetres by standing on her tiptoes.
"You are getting tall, sweetheart," Y/n proudly smiled. "I think daddy is happy to see Raf and Peter too.â She stroked her daughterâs hair.
She quickly looked in the mirror; it was the first time in days Y/n dressed up. She was wearing a maxi dress. It covered up her 20-weeks bump, but it showed she was carrying a tiny human. As shoes, she picked Birkenstocks, just for the comfiness. Her hair was curly, and her makeup was minimal. At first, she doubted what to wear. As a wife of a driver, people expect you to look stunning and stylish all the time. Over the years, it became less for Y/n, but it was still bothering her in some ways.
"Give me your hand," Y/n instructed Y/d/n. As soon as they left the apartment building, they stepped into the busy world of racing. Every spot in Monaco was busy and chaotic due to the race weekend.
Y/d/n grabbed her mum's hand, but quickly let it go. "Can Raf sleep in your bag?"
A soft smirk rolled over Y/n's lips; there you had it. "Of course, love." Y/n opened her bag and lowered it for her daughter. "Sweet dreams, Raf."
Y/d/n gave Raf a kiss. "Sleepy sleepy, Raf," and carefully put Raf in the bag. "Are we going to see uncle Pierre too?" She grabbed her mum's hand again, and they started to walk towards the entrance of the track.
"I don't know, love. Maybe we will see him, or uncle Carlos. We will look for them, yeh? But first, we need to find daddy."
"Yes, we need to find daddy first."
Once Y/n and Y/d/n arrived at the track, they scanned their passes. Y/d/n excitedly imitated the check-in sound of the gates and walked on the stairs. Y/n followed the small girl, also trying to find out where Charles possibly could be. They crossed the track and entered the paddock/pit lane area.
"I see daddy!" Y/d/n cheered and started to run away.
Before Y/n could stop Y/d/n from running, it was already too late. Y/n looked up and noticed Charles was still in an interview in front of his garage. She pressed her lips into a tin line and followed her daughter to her husband; this escalated...
"Daddy!"
Charles recognised the high voice, but he assumed this couldn't be his daughter since she wouldn't be here today. He continued talking to the reporter, but squeezed his eyebrows together when he heard the voice again. Charles looked behind the reporter and cameraman, and a small girl was running towards him. It was Y/d/n.
"Daddy," Y/d/n breathed and raised her arms up in the air.
"Bonjour, mon amour," he greeted and lifted her up from the ground. "What are you doing here?"
Y/d/n smiled. "I wanted to see you," she giggled. "Mummy is here too!" She pointed at a woman who was walking towards them as well.
Charles' face softened; he really didn't expect to see his wife at this Grand Prix due to the heavy sickness. It was a real surprise. "That is a surprise," he chuckled and looked back at Y/d/n before looking back at the reporter. "I'm sorry," he mentioned and politely smiled. "Thank you," he ended the interview and gave the reporter a nod. Charles stepped away and walked towards Y/n. "Hey," he said, surprised. "You here as well?" A teasing smile grew on his face.
"What a coincidence," Y/n cheekily said.
"I really didn't expect you to be here," Charles honestly said. At first, he was disappointed when he and Y/n decided she would attend the race, but safety and health first.
Y/n smiled. "That is kinda the point of a surprise," she said. "I'm feeling good, and Y/d/n wanted to see you. So if you don't mind, we are gonna watch the qualification here?"
Charles couldn't be happier; this really made his weekend better. "Of course." He looked at Y/d/n, who was hugging him like she hadn't seen him in a while - they saw each other this morning before Charles left to prep for the day. "I'm really surprised. It's good to see you, babe," he said and gave her a kiss. "You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
"Thanks..." She shyly smiled. "You had a great morning. It's too early to say it, and I hope I won't jinx anything, but it seems like a good weekend."
"Please, don't cheer too soon," he replied and looked painfully at his wife. "We have said this for years, and it just... escalates every time."
"Maybe it won't this time."
They started to walk towards the Ferrari hospitality. "My weekend is already amazing because you all are here. How is the baby?"
Y/d/n laid her head on Charles' shoulder and looked around her. It wasn't all new to her, but it surely was overwhelming. Her eyes fell on someone who was waving at her; it was Pierre Gasly. Y/d/n looked up and happily waved back at Pierre.
"Good, she's calm now, and the sickness is gone." That was something huge; this was the first time in the pregnancy this happened.
Charles proudly smiled. "That's good. If you don't feel good or need anything, you will let me know, okay?"
"I will, don't worry, Charles."
It was the second time Y/n showed up at a Grand Prix during her second pregnancy. People adored the young family; they were happy to see the family together. And to see the baby bump.Â
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Sheâs WHOSE daughter?? || LN4
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summary: After finding out who your father is, Lando needs some time for himself to think about everything. Oscar is more than willing to help make things right between you.
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dad: Whatâs going on with you and Lando?
You: What do you mean?
dad: Your Instagram
dad: And I saw you in the paddock together
dad: That hug looked a little too intimate for friends
You swallowed hard before turning your phone off, chosing to ignore the messages and focus on Lando who just walked back into the garage, the debrief was done.
"We gotta talk", he stated, pushing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.
You nodded, wanting to follow him back up to his driverâs room when suddenly an all too familiar voice called your name.
"Y/n, donât you think you should introduce us?", your father asked, sitting at one of the tables with Oscarâs parents. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at your fatherâs teasing. Lando and him knew each other, obviously theyâve seen each other quite a few times in the paddock, especially because he was Oscarâs manager.
"Y/n, sweetheart, how are you doing?", Oscarâs mum asked with a genuine smile, making a small smile appear on your face as well as you replied.
"Iâm good, thank you."
Lando eyed you from the side as you stepped closer to your father.
"Dad, Lando. Lando, my dad", you dryly spoke. Landoâs eyes went from you to your dad, giving him a small smile and a nod before looking back at you. "If you excuse us but we have to go", you said, waving at Oscarâs parents and turning your back to the table.
You waited on the couch while Lando closed the door to his driver room.
"Why didnât you tell me?", he immediately questioned, leaning against the locked door. "I never tell people about my father because it happened too often that they werenât there for me but for him", you started, fiddling with your hands.
"Not me and I thought you would have figured that. I knew your father, Iâve met him a few times", Lando argued. "What was I supposed to say, Lando?", you raised your voice a little. "We met in Bahrain but didnât have much contact after that until this week, I couldnât just go like 'Oh and by the way Mark Webber is my dad'!"
"You couldâve told me", he muttered quietly. "You couldâve told me in Bahrain when I asked about how you know Daniel or at the beach when I asked about your dadâs work."
"It just never felt right", you tried to defend yourself. "Bahrain was just too early and at the beach I sort of panicked, I donât know", you muttered, realizing you really didnât know why you havenât told him until now.
"I need some time", Lando said after a few moments. You nodded and watched as he unlocked the door, leaving the room and probably the track for the day.
*~**~*
"So, what made Lando storm out of here like that?", your dad asked when you gathered yourself and finally made your way downstairs.
"I donât wanna walk about it", you grumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Just then Oscar walked down the stairs, his eyes widened when he spotted you. "Princess, Iâm sorry! I really am!", he immediately said, walking closer to you.
"I didnât know that he didnât know but I should have known and Iâm sorry", your best friend apologized and wrapped you in a hug. "Donât be, Oscar. Itâs my fault anyway. I shouldâve told him. I donât know why I didnât", you muttered, your voice sounding muffled from being pressed into Oscarâs shoulder.
"Still. I feel bad", he huffed, pulling back from the hug to look at you. "Where is he?"
You shrugged and looked away from Oscar. "I donât know, probably went back to the hotel", you replied. "Mark how long do you plan on staying because I could take Y/n back to her hotel", he then turned to your father.
"Oh, I was actually just waiting for her", your dad replied, standing up from the table. "You ready?"
You nodded and turned around to Oscarâs parents, saying goodbye and telling them to meet again tomorrow at the race.
Oscar gave you another tight hug before waving at your dad and letting the two of you go.
"You ready to go as well?", Lily asked, grabbing his hand. Oscar nodded. "Yeah but I need to make a quick stop somewhere before we go home."
*~**~*
Just thirty minutes later, Oscar knocked on the door of one of Hiltonâs hotel rooms.
"What on earth are you doing here? I thought you sleep at home", Lando muttered when he opened the door and saw his teammate standing there.
"Let me in?", Oscar just asked, lifting one eyebrow. Lando nodded silently and took a step to the side to let Oscar enter the room.
"Sheâs really sorry", he spoke as soon as the door had closed. Lando shut his eyes and crossed his arms. "Please, Oscar-"
"She knows she screwed up and said herself she doesnât actually know or have reasons why she didnât tell you", Oscar ignored his teammates protest. "Sheâs never been good with trusting people, so many having screwed her over just to get a chance to meet her dad-" "But I know her dad-" "And that left scars", Oscar continued. "She went into panic mode when you asked about her dad. She never likes being associated with him. She loves him to death but hates it when someone brings him up when talking about her achievements, or in general, when talking about her. She doesnât just want to be Mark Webberâs daughter but her own person and she really really likes you!"
Lando stayed silent for a moment.
"Talk to her, please?", Oscar then quietly asked, searching for anything in Landoâs eyes that would give him some sort of confirmation.
The British driver blinked a few times, uncrossed his arms and took a deep sigh. "I will, tomorrow", he muttered, bringing a smile to Oscarâs face.
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another day another 2 hour despair sesh on the phone with my mum about Palestine
#red said#apparently the British Society of Friends won't allow an epistle that mentions 'the war in Gaza' in case it upsets 'the Jewish community'#literally MENTIONING THAT THERE IS A WAR#bc mum and the rest of the meeting agreed to remove reference to it starting on October 7th WHICH IT OBVIOUSLY DID NOT there are concerns#about Appearing Antisemitic. by MENTIONING THAT IT'S HAPPENING WITHOUT BLAMING KHAMAS#the justification. apparently. is that we're already on thin ice with The Jewish Community because of Quaker activities in Palestine#which have been largely to do with challenging apartheid and trying to help broker peace processes#so me and mum are both like. ok so are we pro Palestine or pro genocide as an organisation?#because if we think Genocide Is Bad then we should not be afraid to say We Think Genocide Is Bad#and we can also say We Think Antisemitism Is Bad because SHOCK FUCKING HORROR not all Jews represent the State of Israel#in fact basically none of them do#anyway whatever the fuck happened to plain speaking i wanna know#when in history have the faction of Quakers who wanted to never upset anyone been the drivers of change?#wasn't the Quakers going 'obviously we are anti slavery but we shouldn't SAY that in case we upset White People' who we remember positively#they're also changing dates on a lecture Corbyn was due to give in order to avoid accusations of antisemitism#to which i have GOT to ask. 5 months into a genocide and we're STILL giving credence to the idea that criticising Israel is antisemitism?#i will scream until my lungs pop
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Secret? No Never
Summary : You and Logan have hidden your relationship to most of the grid and definitely to the rest of the world. However, that changes at your home Grand Prix
Pairing/s: Logan Sargeant x Geordie!Driver!Wife!Reader (Ft. Most of the grid)
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Hiding your relationship with Logan wasnât something that either of you had ever planned on but when Logan moved up to F1 no one ever asked him and no one ever asked you when you moved up the year after.Â
Some close friends that you had known throughout your time in the junior formulas had known about the relationship, but how far they actually knew of the relationship was unknown to you and Logan.Â
It was your favourite race this weekend -Silverstone- however Logan wasnât so happy about it as it covered the 4th of July weekend but you knew that heâd get over that soon enough when he realised the dates that you were racing on.Â
Silverstone covered your second anniversary as a married couple and your fourth as a couple in general. Now sat in the press conference with Sky Sports and other TV channels you and Logan were sitting next to each other. It wasnât on purpose, though you had just come in late due to other media obligations and didnât want to walk in front of the camera, so just sat down on the end next to Logan.Â
âNow Y/N home race obviously. Feeling good about it?â The interviewer asked as you noddedÂ
âAye. Why aye man donât think you can feel bad aboot this one if you get me likeâ You nodded as the interviewer took a moment to catch up with what had just left your mouth.Â
âAnd as a translation. Yes, I donât think you can feel bad about this one if you understand what I meanâ Logan hummed, and you looked at him confused before looking over at the interviewer, to which you nodded understandingly
âSorryâ You apologiseÂ
âLogan, you seem quite familiar with what Y/Nâs saying. Any reason in particular for that?â One of the interviewers in the crowd asked obviously, trying to stir up something for an articleÂ
âIâve been her teammate for almost seven years. Iâve known her longer than Oscarâ He shruggedÂ
âA question for Y/Nâ One of the women in the crowd said, and you picked the microphone up, looking overÂ
âObviously itâs your home race. Youâre quite far away from home, have you been to see your family?â She asked, and you noddedÂ
âAye, I went hame had a stottie with some peas pudding. Filled up ma suitcase as well as me mams extra suitcase to take some back hame with meâ You replied your Geordie accent picking up more since youâd been home seeing your parents and now they were at the trackÂ
âShe went home had a special kind of bread roll with some cold peas soup basically, and sheâs packed both her suitcase and her mums with itâ Lando suppliedÂ
âSorry. Iâve been around my family too much nowâ You apologised again. Thankfully, there were very limited questions for you or Logan after that, so it allowed for you to sit talking with him about the plans for the rest of the weekend.Â
Being teammates in the past meant that you never got to do these press conferences together, but now that you were racing with Alpine even after Oscarâs warning, you were able to do the conferences.Â
The relationship between you and Pierre was brilliant even if there was a bit of a communication barrier between the two because when speaking French you still had your Geordie accent but when he spoke English you still use your Geordie slang.Â
You did help him out and make a cheat sheet for him and Kika. Kika takes it more seriously than Pierre, which is why you liked her more. Who wouldnât like Kika more anyway. However, apart from the communication barrier between yourself and Pierre, the relationship between the two of you was really good.Â
Now that the press conference was done, you picked up your water bottle, walking out talking to Logan as you walked.Â
âSo I know Iâve been moody about being in the UK this weekend however Iâve just looked at the datesâ You looked up at him with a humÂ
âGlad you can finally readâ You joked, and he laughed jokingly, pushing you out the way. Stopping to sign some things for fans and taking pictures with some fansÂ
âAre you planning on going back home while youâre in the UK?â A fan asked, and you shook your headÂ
âNah, Iâve already been hame. Iâve got a trip tae Paris with the bossesâ You pulled a face, and the fans laughed along. Logan carefully placed a hand on your lower back as he walked behind you, turning your head to look at him with a smile.Â
Logan moved on talking to some other fans as your press officer -James- appeared behind you, and you smiled up at him innocently, knowing that you were meant to be elsewhere right now.Â
âY/Nâ He said in that tone that parents used to use when they were disappointedÂ
âThe fans are more important than sky sports or whoever Iâm meant to be with right nowâ You arguedÂ
âI agree, however, the FIA does not agreeâÂ
âFineâ You groaned, saying bye to Logan before following James to wherever you were meant to be doing the interview.Â
The race was set to be a good one. Getting through to Q3 in quali and starting in 10th. It was the best that you could do with the car that you were given. Logan however wasnât so lucky in his Williams, and you were more than annoyed with that stupid team principal whoâs name you couldnât say, and it got you in trouble with Alpine quite often.Â
âRadio check Y/Nâ You engineer -Ethan- saidÂ
âAye I can hear yaâ You nodded, adjusting your gloves as you looked at the cars around you just checking the setup of the carsÂ
âRemember just race clean and bring it home somewhereâ Ethan repliedÂ
âTyre update?â You asked, and Ethan started explaining how each driver was going with their tires in this race.Â
âHeard there's another Geordie somewhere in the paddockâ Ethan said during the formation lap.Â
âOh aye. Will is in the Mclaren paddockâ You nodded, following behind Alonso. Lined back up on the grid, all eyes on the lights in front and soon..Â
It was lights out and away, you all go
The first 30 or so laps went pretty good and simple. It wasn't until George Russell retired that your race started to change. Youâd been known as being reckless. However, you didnât want to be in your home race until that changed.Â
âWhat is this fucking idiot onâ You complained watching the fight in front of you however even though you were annoyed by the reckless driving you still managed to jump both places due to them not paying attention.Â
A few more laps later, and you were starting to get very warm for BritainÂ
âJesus Iâm propa sweating likeâ You complained, opening up the visor to let some air inÂ
âItâs Englandâ Ethan frowned, and you shruggedÂ
âAnd? Iâm not fucking used to this weather itâs normally propa nippy likeâ You replied
âWell sorry I didnât plan the weather rightâÂ
The rest of the race was pretty boring for you. Stuck in traffic. It was exciting for other drivers and people watching, but there was no one around you to make it interesting. Pulling into the park ferme with a sigh as you sat there for a moment.Â
Just taking a moment to let the race sink in. Youâd come with slightly better hopes than just P9. Looking up, Pierre was leaning over your halo, and you pushed the visor upÂ
âAre you okay?â He asked, and you noddedÂ
âAye just taking a moment to think through the raceâ Pierre nodded, tapping your helmet before walking off. Removing the headrest and steering wheel before getting out and replacing them. Walking over to get weighed, you took the slip before taking your helmet off and handing it all to your trainer.Â
Logan appeared next to you, his hand subtly touching your own, and you couldnât help but smile a littleÂ
âWanna know who finished behind you?â He asked, and you looked at him with a noddedÂ
âAye why notâ You nodded, taking your water bottleÂ
âMeâ He hummed as you looked back upÂ
âLo. Are you serious?â You asked, and he nodded. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hugÂ
âWell done. Iâm so proud of youâ You smiled, and he noddedÂ
âIâm proud of you as well. I know weâre doing our best with our carsâ You nodded âYouâre gonna meet me in my driver's room after the mediaâ You hummed while taking a drink of your water. Logan noddedÂ
âI need to find Benny. Need a drinkâ He smiled, and you handed your water bottle over to him, and he smiled while taking a drink of it.Â
âBennyâs owa there talkingâ You pointed over, and he nodded, looking over in that direction. Neither of you had noticed the cameras pointed in your direction as he handed you your bottle backÂ
âIâll see you later then?â He asked, and you nodded, giving him a hugÂ
âAyeâ You nodded, walking off to the media pen.Â
Media was definitely the worst part about the job. Media to everyone was the worst part of the job, although you definitely had it harder. There were so many sexist reporters that just judged and made everything about the fact you were female.Â
Sitting in your driver's room annoyed at the reporters, there was a knock on the door, causing you to get up and open it just to see Logan smiling at you from the other side. You just moved out the way, walking back over to your chair, causing him to frown as he shut the door behind him.Â
âLove? Whatâs going on?â He asked, keeping his distance a little bitÂ
âIâm so fucking pissed off at those fucking stupid reportersâ You groaned loudly throwing your head back wincing a bit as the wall was much closer than you thought. Logan walked over standing between your legsÂ
âI know youâre annoyed, but you're so hot when you're annoyedâ He whispered, pulling your body into his own. Your head rested against his chest as your arms wrapped around his waist.Â
âDivvent dee thatâ You whined, and he chuckled, wrapping his own arms around you as he leaned down to kiss your head.Â
âIâm not doing anythingâ He shrugged, and you rolled your eyes as he chuckled a little looking down at you âHappy anniversary though, love. Iâm not exactly happy weâre not spending tonight alone together thoughâ He whispered, and you looked up at himÂ
âHappy anniversary even though Iâve already said it. Still got a gift for yeâ You hummedÂ
âYour present is meâ He joked, and you couldnât help but laugh a little, knowing that you had promised each other not to actually go out and buy each other a present. âSo I really wanted to kiss you out there once we got out of the cars. I think we should come clean. Like actually come out and say it not just subtly like weâre doing just now but make a statement to the rest of the gridâ He spoke, and you looked up at him with a nodÂ
âAye letâs do itâ You nodded, and he smiled, leaning down and pressing his lips against your own. Your hands placed between his jaw and chin, pulling him in closer. Logan smiled into the kiss. You both pulled away after a moment, and you couldnât help but pull him down next to you. Resting your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around your shouldersÂ
âI love youâ You whispered, causing him to place a kiss to your hairÂ
âI love you tooâÂ
Grid dinners were something that happened every so often. You knew that there was one coming up soon. However, you forgot that one was tonightÂ
âYou planning on getting ready soon?â Logan asked as you looked up from your phone laying in your own bed for once.Â
âHmm did I forget our date night?â You frownedÂ
âNo. Itâs the grid dinner tonightâ He sat on the edge of the bed as your eyes widened.Â
âFuck Loganâ You quickly got up walking over to the wardrobe looking at your dresses. âDamn it, I have nothing to wearâ Logan sighed, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.Â
âBaby, you do this every time. You can wear a pair of joggers and this lot wonât care. You see them every weekend, almost through the highs and lows. Please just wear what youâre comfortable with no matter what it isâ You smiled while kissing him. He knew your insecurities about being a woman in motorsport. Little woman had got to where you were before, and now you were the one paving the way for more women to enter into motorsport.Â
You took Loganâs advice picking out a nice pair of trousers and a nice top to go with. It wasnât your typical grid dinner outfit, but it was comfortable, and that made you comfortable.Â
Walking out of your house with Logan, you couldnât help but smile knowing that after four years, it was still the way it felt on your first date.Â
Logan opened your car door, holding out his hand letting you use his support to get out of the car.Â
âWe doing this tânight?â You asked, and Logan noddedÂ
âIf you want toâ He looked down at you, and you noddedÂ
âAye. I think I doâ You smiled, interlacing your fingers together. Walking up to the door of the restaurant. Logan held the door open for you, letting you step inside first, not letting his other hand leave your own.Â
âCheersâ You hummed, wrapping your other arm around his bicep. Logan leaned down, pressing his lips against your own as you waited on the server to show you to the table. The man walked over with a smile on his faceÂ
âJoining the big party?â He asked, and you both noddedÂ
âYeah we areâ Logan noddedÂ
âJust follow meâ The man smiled, and you both followed behind him. The large table filled with other drivers and their partners. You let go of Loganâs bicep as he walked you both to the empty seats at the table which just so happened to be between Oscar and Lily and Alex and Lily just the two couples who seemed to know about your relationship. Logan pulled out your seat allowing you to sit down before he sat down next to you. ,
The rest of the drivers were still deep in their conversations as you and Logan said hello to the couples sitting next to you. Both Lilyâs pull you into their conversation as Oscar, Alex, and Logan start their own conversation.Â
The one thing that definitely didnât make you feel self, confident at this dinner is the fact that the nineteen other drivers around you always ate more than you even if you ate large portions yourself. After ordering your meals and taking suggestions from Logan on what to eat, you got up from your seat as Logan looked up at youÂ
âYou okay?â He asked, gently reaching up and brushing his fingers across the back of your handÂ
âAye just nipping to the loo. Why do you want some mair pop?â You asked, and he shook his headÂ
âNo, just wanted to make sure you were okayâ He smiled, and you nodded, holding his hand from where you stood as he looked up at you. You couldnât help but just lean down and press your lips against his. Giving his best puppy dog eyes like you were leaving a little puppy alone.Â
âYou look so sad babyâ You pouted as he pouted up at you. Oscar chuckled from behind Logan, and you glared at him. You pushed some strands of hair out Logan's face before letting go of his hand and walking to the bathroom. Leaving the few drivers that caught on whispering at the table.Â
When you came back, you actively ignored the smirk that crossed over the few drivers' faces. Logan's arm instinctively goes to the back of your chair after you sit down gently, caressing your shoulder. You couldnât help but smile at himÂ
âYou good?â You asked him, causing him to nod with a smileÂ
âBetter than goodâ He hummedÂ
âSo Y/Nâ Lando started, and you looked over at him.Â
âLandoâ You smiled politelyÂ
âHowâs the love life going?â He asked, and you raised a browÂ
âBetter than yours obviouslyâ You smiled in response as his smirked dropped, sending Max and Oscar into a laughing fit as some of the other drivers struggled to keep their own laugh in.Â
âSheâs not wrongâ Max shrugged, earning a glare from Lando, making you laugh as you took a drink from your soda.Â
âBe niceâ Logan whispered, and you shrugged, clearly not seeing what you had done wrong.Â
As the food arrived, the drivers all settled into conversation with people nearby rather than across the table like beforeÂ
âLogan got a girlfriend?â Charles asked from across the table, causing Logan to look back at him. Their previous conversation had just finished, and Charles was obviously trying to keep it going.Â
âNope no girlfriendâ He responded, earning a hum from you as you went back to eating. Going to get up after a moment or two
âMair pop, anyone?â You asked as most people responded with a no however, Charles couldnât help but sit there confused at what had just left your mouthÂ
âWould you like some more drinks?â Logan explained as he shook his head with a no. You walked to get yourself, Logan, and Alex a drink with Lily and Oscar whoâd decided that they wanted to see what other options there were at the bar. You could have just asked the server however, you didnât want to interrupt the guy. It made you feel bad.Â
âWhen are you two going to put everyone out of their misery?â Oscar asked, earning a shrug. Youâd ended up karting against him and Logan, hence how you were all so close now.Â
âFor being drivers theyâre fucking blindâ You shrugged as Lily laughed a bit âIâve snogged him every time I got upâ You shrugged, again putting in your order at the bar. Lily whoâd obviously seen most of them, nodded with a laughÂ
âItâs disgustingâ She nodded as you chuckled, thanking the bartender and taking the tray. Walking back to the table, you handed out the drinks to Alex and Logan before sitting back down between them.Â
Both in conversation about how pissed off they were at James. The name that you refused to speak. There was no doubt that Logan was being treated unfairly however, what could you do about it. However, without Loganâs knowledge youâd actually been doing something about it.Â
Joining in a conversation with Charles, Logan rested his hand on your knee gently caressing it as you and Charles spoke about how much you wanted one of the new Ferrariâs that theyâd been talking about releasing however by contact most of the time you were to drive an AlpineÂ
You looked at Logan as he removed his hand from your knee and started to get up sending him a small smile to ensure that everything was okay to which he smiled back stretching before joining Alex who was waiting at the door for him.Â
âThey okay?â You frowned, looking at Lily, who noddedÂ
âYeah, Alex wanted fresh air so Logan said heâd join himâ You nodded taking a sip of your drink looking at your phone for a moment smiling at the selfie from Logan with both Lilyâs cooing over your shoulderÂ
âLook at how smiley you got thereâ Oscarâs Lily cooed, and you shook your head with a roll of your eyes. Of course, the teasing was about to start as Oscar just chuckled from his spot. You just let them tease you until the boys came back when Logan pressed a kiss to your head, causing you to look up with a smile.Â
âHey youâ You smiled, watching as he sat back down.Â
âEverything okay?â He asked and, you noddedÂ
âAye everythingâs greatâ You nodded, thanking the servers that took everyones plates away. Oscar leaned over, whispering something in Loganâs ear, causing both of them to laugh as you turned in your seat towards Logan, who interlaced your fingers together.Â
âWe going home after dessert?â Logan askedÂ
âWell when everyone else starts to leaveâ You responded, earning a nod.Â
âSounds good. Heard anything from your mom?â He askedÂ
âAye she said that the butchers was going mental after people realised I had been thereâ Logan laughed his thumb, caressing the back of your hand. It was just like no one else was around you at that moment, just enjoying the moment four years on from your first date and two years on from your wedding day.Â
âWhereâs your ring?â Logan asked with a slight frown, causing you to pull the necklace that was tucked into your top, showing off your engagement ring and wedding ringÂ
âIt feels more normal wearing it here because of how much I donât actually wear themâ Logan nodded with a smileÂ
âWe should really wear them more. So much for actually just saying the words thoughâ Logan chuckled, and you couldnât help but laugh a bit as well.Â
âWell weâll do it when weâre readyâ You shrugged, tucking into your dessert, letting Logan try some of the cheesecake you had orderedÂ
âWhoâs all coming to the bar after?â Lando asked, and you looked at Logan with a shrug who just shrugged back, basically saying it was your decision and that he didnât care. Although you knew that after ten minutes of being there, he would care however you agreed to go. It could be good fun.Â
And thatâs what happened. Everyone who had responsibilities -mainly just those with kids back at their hotels- left, whereas everyone else moved the dinner into a local bar.Â
It was a simple bar. Fairly lights hanging from the ceiling, the place was mainly made from wood -ash or yew- if you were to take a guess. The place filled with the smell of what you could only assume was whiskey, and the locals were all laughing along with each other.Â
Loganâs hand rested on your lower back as you walked in between the rest of the drivers. Lando found a big enough table for the twelve or so of you that were drivers plus some of their partners.Â
Most drivers allowed their partners to sit down at the tables on the stools as they stood behind them, but you refused to sit down, preferring to stand next to Logan as you spoke to some other drivers. It wasnât that Logan didnât attempt to make you sit down and make you talk with their partners; however there was extra energy running through your body and you had to make use of it by standing.Â
Talking to Max, Kelly, Charles and Alexandra laughing every so often as the girls tried to convince you to go dance with them and you tried to convince them that you had two left feet that only worked for pushing the throttle and break.Â
After a while of being convinced you finally joined them on the dance floor, if you could even call it a dance floor. It was more a space in the bar that everyone had left vacant and people were dancing on.Â
That was until a nice slow song turned on where you left the floor and joined Logan back at the table. Logan instantly takes your hand and pulls you back onto the floor. Charles and Max danced with their girlfriends as well.Â
Logan's arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down so you could press your lips against his own, to which he smiled into the kiss.Â
The world disappeared around you both as the rest of the drivers watched with their mouths ajar. Oscar and Alex were cheering at the fact that the two of you had finally said your words aloud but in your own ways. Pulling back, resting your foreheads together as one of your hands moved to his jaw.Â
âSo we did that in publicâ You whispered, and he shrugged with a smirkÂ
âWell it was about timeâ He smiled, and you couldnât help but smile back up at him. Your lips collided again as one of his hands trailed up your back and into your hair, pulling you even closer into his body.Â
âWhat the hell?â Charles exclaimed as you both pulled away from each other. Your attention is drawn to the group of drivers and their girlfriends.Â
âSurprise?â You shruggedÂ
âHow long?â Lando asked, mouth still ajar from surpriseÂ
âThe relationship or marriage?â Logan asked with a smirk as Alex and Oscar had their own little laugh in the corner. Their girlfriends slapping their armsÂ
âBoth?â Max almost shoutedÂ
âTwo year married, fower year datingâ You shruggedÂ
Back in the hotel room now that everything was out in the open, felt a little weird, and you couldnât deny that, and neither could Logan. It was a weight lifted off your shoulders because the secret wasnât secret. However, there was a new fear about everyone knowing. Standing in front of the mirror, just taking a moment for yourself.Â
Loganâs hands rested on your waist as he stood a little bit behind you, turning you around so that you were facing him now.Â
âI love you so muchâ He smiledÂ
âI love ye tooâ You smiled back as his index fingers hooked into the belt loops of your trousers, pulling you into his body. The quiet music you had playing in the back serving as the perfect thing to fill the silence as your bodies rocked to it.Â
Your arms wrapped around his torso as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. It was the perfect second wedding anniversary weekend and you couldnât hope for anything more.
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And they were roomates
(Captain John price x F!reader)
Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.
Warnings: angsty (very minimal), mentions of readers past relationship, some bond building, smoking, some tense moments
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4!! - part 5
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âCaptain?â Soap yells from afar to get what seems to be prices attention. When he realizes that is indeed his captain he jogs to where John stands.
âWhatâre ye doinâ back?â Soap question a little confused, after their last two month mission John was granted leave for three months to recoup and rest.Â
âJust came to turn in these files.â He says waving the Manila folders in his hands.
âYou couldâve just done that online, you know.â And yes John does know and by the look he gives Johnny he also knows.
âWhat, trouble in paradise?â Johnny smiles widely at the guilty look on his captain's face.
âSomething like that.â John replies clearly a little tense.
âWell, tell me about it.â He says waiting expectantly.
âOver some drinks Sergeant.â Price replies before making his way into the building and soap returning to the trainees.
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âOh thatâs fucked mate.â Ghost says.
âCaptain no offense youâre a very intelligent and capable man but that is so fucking stupid.â Gaz states before taking a drink of his beer.Â
âYou thought oh Iâm catching some feelings for her, let's just ignore her.â Soap says in a mimicking voice.
âNo, it's not only that, I donât have time to entertain dense feelings and she likely doesnât share those same feelings.â His gruff voice replies as he takes a puff of his cigar and blows the smoke out into the pub they sit in.
âDid you ask her?â Gaz asks, already knowing the answer.
âAm I twelve? What grown man asks a woman if they have feelings for them usually thereâs hints and clues you can pick up on.â Ghost grumbles in agreement from price earning a slap on the arm from soap.
âAnd sheâs done nothing that may even give you an inkling that sheâs into you mate?â Gaz quips in.
âLike âoh hey captain can you help me open this jar?â Or âprice can you please help me fix this?â Johnny tries his best at a womanly voice.Â
âFirst of all she doesnât call me captain or price and second of all, yes she does that but itâs only because she needs the help.â They all look at him with blank stares.
âI bet you wish sheâd call you captain.â Soap whispers but before John can reply Gaz starts.
âCaptain, does she ever stutter when you talk to her?â Gaz asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
âsometimes.â He excuses that as human behavior.Â
âWhen she noticed your avoidance, did she get upset?â I mean you got a little mad at him that once but that was cause he was overstepping.Â
âA little.â He replies not really seeing where itâs going until oh.
âYeah cap, you're being naive.âÂ
âYou should go back there, be kinder and less weird. She probably thinks you donât like her and if that lasts too long sheâll start to actually not like you.â Well he obviously canât have that.
âWe need a mum anyways.â Gaz says under his breath and soap agrees.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âââââââ
âHey youâre back.â You canât resist the small smile that makes its way onto your face as John walks into the kitchen.
âTold you Iâd only be a day or two.â He repeats his words from a couple days ago, hands awkwardly in his pockets.Â
He notices thereâs something different in your energy that he picks up on or maybe itâs his energy that has changed.
âYeah but last time you said a month and weâre gone two.â He remembers that and sees your point then he thinks about the fact that you remember that.Â
âWell last time I really didnât think Iâd be gone that long but you know.â He says not going into detail and just waving it off.
âWell I have a job to get too.â You say closing the package of blueberries youâd been eating out of then place them back in the fridge.
âOn a Saturday?â He questions the unusuality of it.
âYeah I had a woman call me this morning, said her wedding was next week and she really wanted me to be the one to give her her dream hair so I agreed.âÂ
âOkay then, Iâll see you later, doll.â He says as you grab your keys and purse getting ready to leave.
âBye John.â You smile softly looking anywhere but him cause if you did the smile that lays on your face at the newfound nickname would be too evident.Â
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âHey so weâre just doing some highlights and a cut right.â You ask the woman in your chair as you drape the cape over her paying mind to her swollen belly and button it in the back.
âYeah I actually have some pictures if thatâs okay.â She says pulling out her phone to show you.
âGreat, Iâd love to see them.â You say getting your equipment ready.
She shows you and by the already light tone of her hair this will be easy work. You get everything settled and ready, mixing the bleach and color and sorting through the pieces youâll paint.
âSo what made you ask me to do your hair?â This is a question you always love to ask your clients. Was it social media or a referral or maybe something else.
âMy finance actually recommended you.â Her fiance.
âOh I donât actually do menâs hair, whoâs your fiance?â You question a little confused but clearly he mightâve just seen you on instagram or had a friend whoâs been with you.
âBrian, he said he used to know you and heard you did really good hair.â No fucking way.
âOh yeah I know Brian old friends.â You smile through the tears that threaten to escape your eyes.Â
How could he? How could he give this woman everything youâve ever wanted then send her to you to show off that goddamn-
âHe says to tell you hi.â She smiles looking back at you not having a clue of who you really are.Â
âOh tell him I said hello.â You reply shortly.
âHowâd you two meet?â You ask curiously.
âWe actually worked together and when we first started talking he was actually in a relationship but nothing serious and the more we spent time together it just became clear we were meant to be together.â Her.
âSo he cheated on his ex partner?â You say in a polite tone, one a girlfriend would use.
âWell I guess you could say that but according to him their relationship was over before it was over.â You smile at her nodding in understanding.Â
Scream, you wanted to scream your fucking head off the rest of the appointment. But no you stood there politely and gave this woman the most beautiful hair you couldâve imagined you even took fucking pictures for her to send to youâre cheating ex.
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On the way home you cried out of anger not even out of jealousy, or sadness just anger at the audacity that man had and the years you wasted with such a fucking loser.
When you pulled into the driveway you turned the car off and just sat there. You sat there and pondered on everything. Youâd always asked him for a baby and heâd said he would never be a father. You always wanted to get married and he would say âmarriage isnât my thing.â And yet heâll do it all for another woman. A woman he really loves.Â
But in the end you're glad itâs not you. It isnât you that has to deal with that man child, it wonât be you whoâs stuck with someone who isnât faithful. In the end youâre the lucky one and finally you feel like you can let it go.Â
So you dry your eyes and head inside, kicking off your shoes by the door and paying notice to John thatâs currently in the living room. You walk over to the couch and sit a comfortable amount of space away from him simply testing the waters and watch the football game he has on.
âHow was your appointment?â He says suddenly taking in notice of your puffy eyes.
âGood.â You reply in a whisper with a half smile.
âYouâre lying.â He assumed maybe just an asshole client or the outcome wasnât good.
âIt was my ex boyfriend's new pregnant fiancĂ©, who also happens to be the woman he cheated on me with.â You admit with a small laugh at the end with how ridiculous that sounds.
âYou got cheated on?â He asks, thoroughly shocked not paying mind to the other details.
âAnd sheâs hot.â You reply looking him in the eye. All heâs thinking is hotter than you?
âDid she know who you were?â This has to be the most mind fucking thing heâs ever heard.
âNot a clue and what's funnier is he recommended me to her.â You laugh again and itâs slightly scary how calm you seem.
âYouâre not upset?â
âJohn I was over that man the minute he cheated on me. Iâm only upset over all the time I lost wanting things he said he never wanted but what he meant was he never wanted that with me.â You say quietly between the two of you like itâs a secret.Â
âHis loss.â he says, offering you a small smile.
âI guess.âÂ
âNo doll I know.â You donât know what to make of that comment and just smile back at him.Â
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Later that night after a long shower you step onto the outside patio for some fresh air not noticing John smoking a cigar beside you.Â
âJesus!â You jump slightly at the sight of his looming shadow.
âAt this point just expect me to be everywhere.â He laughs as he exhales the puff of smoke.Â
âI didnât know you smoked.â You reply before taking in the sight before you. John in Leviâs, a thermal and brown leather jacket, thick fingers holding a cigar between them lightly tapping it to drop the excess ash.
âIâm sorry, does it bother you?â He asks suddenly, concerned about whether that was in the policy or something.Â
âNo, not at all.â You smile shivering at the breeze that blows through the air.
He offers the cigar between his fingers by gesturing it towards you, youâve smoked cigarettes but this thing looked like a cigarette on steroids. Nonetheless you didnât decline the offer and hesitantly wrapped your lips around it giving it a small puff letting the earthy flavor consume your taste buds as you exhale.Â
John watches you with longing eyes. Truthfully he expected you to grab it from him but instead you toked it straight from his fingers and shit it was hot. The way your lips wrapped around the very end had him running hot suddenly. The layers he wore were becoming overbearingly warm.Â
âDo you ever wish you chose a normal career?â The question left your lips before you could think about why you were asking it and he clears his dirty mind before answering.Â
âNot really, my job makes me feel like I have purpose and although my hands get dirty itâs for a good cause.â You nod as you look up into the blue sky thatâs slowly becoming darker.Â
âYou do have purpose outside your job though you know that right?â You look him in the eye for a mere second then back up.Â
Heâs taken aback slightly by your statement and stays silent. He lets it settle in his thoughts and feelings. Wondering what prompted you to say it in the first place.
âThankyou.â He replies shortly after.Â
âYou're welcome.â You reply gently.
âIâm going to head inside, donât be out here too long youâll get sick.â You say sliding the door open and he laughs in return. If you even had the slightest idea of the weather heâs lived in.Â
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You woke up the next morning bright and early, currently stood in the kitchen brewing hot water for tea and setting the coffee machine on. One for you, one for John. He was surprisingly still asleep although it also is still very early. He never sleeps past 7.
As you turn the heat off the stove, knocking sounds at the front door. Maybe a package you assumed as you made your way down the hall peeking through the small hole to see whoâs out there and to your surprise it was a woman.Â
âHi, how can I help you?â She looks at you a bit taken aback.
âDoes John Price live here?â She asks as her blonde hair blows in the cold breeze.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âI need to speak to him.â
âOkay Iâll be right back.â Was this a lover of Johnâs, maybe an ex wife or something. You knock softly at his door and nothing so you knock a little louder. Before you hear a grunt and the squeak of the hardwood floors.
âMorning, yâalright?â He asks with a deep sleepy voice.Â
You take notice of His messy hair and pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips so you practically beg and will yourself to not look at his body.Â
âYeah sorry thereâs a woman at the door for you.â You reply smiling when you notice the sleep marks on the side of his face.Â
âOh okay let me just put a shirt on, tell her Iâll be right out.â He can already guess who it is and quietly curses to himself. No peace of his ever lasted long.
You relay the message to her and offer her to come inside which she politely accepts but goes no further than the entrance.Â
âIâm Kate by the way.â She offers her hand to you.Â
âOh nice to meet you Kate, are you a friend of Johnâs?â You pry.
âOh yeah, a longtime one.â You shouldâve known.
âWeâve been working together since he was a lieutenant and that was ages ago.â She laughs and you feel light with relief for whatever reason.
âLaswell.â A deep voice sighs out from behind her.
âWell donât be too excited to see me.â She says to him.
You get the message to exit the room and do so. He walks with her to the kitchen, offers her a drink then they both go to his office and from the sound of it have a pretty heated conversation. Not that you were eavesdropping or anything.
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It was hours before she left and when she did John didnât seem too happy. You walk to the door a bit after you hear it shut. John stands there running a hand through his hair.
âYou okay?â You stupidly ask as he rubs his forehead still standing in front of the door although she left 10 minutes ago.
âYeah doll Iâm alright.â He sounds tired and bothered.Â
âOkay.â You begin to turn around getting the feeling he doesnât want you there.Â
âWait, actually I have to leave tomorrow for a while..â He replies quickly.Â
âOh.â You try not to sound too disappointed.
âIâll leave you a check for six months, if Iâm gone longer my checkbook is in the bedside drawer. If you need assistance with anything I have a friend you can call please donât do it yourself or have someone else do it.â He says as you stand there not getting past the eight month part.
âSix months or longer?â He meets your eyes seeing a hint of sadness.
âYeah thatâs what I can expect.â You suck your bottom lip between your teeth for a second not really knowing how to reply.Â
âAre you hungry?âÂ
âWhat?â He replies at the random change in topic.
âWould you like to order too much food and watch a movie?â You ask again.
âSure?âÂ
âI mean if youâre leaving for months and you seem upset about it then itâs serious and whenâs the next time youâll eat good food, you know?â You explain.
âItalian?âÂ
âItalian.âÂ
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You both sit on the living room couch in the dim ambient light while âHow to lose a guy in 10 daysâ plays on the TV, your choice. Empty boxes once filled with pasta and bread now are mostly empty. You tell John every time one of your favorite parts is coming on but not like you even needed to. He can tell by the anxious shake of your foot and slightly raised eyebrow.
âSo does he ever find out that itâs for the em magazine and does she find out itâs for a bet?â He asks midway through the movie.
âYouâll have to watch it.â You whisper.
He laughs and for a moment in time he feels content, at ease for once. He feels like this is the moment heâll recall in the next eight months when nights are cold and heâs spent.Â
Your eyes are drifting closed before the movie is over and he watches you find sleep then returns his attention to the tv determined to finish the movie. Once all is done he picks the containers up off the floor quietly and turns the tv off kneeling to the floor to wake you.
âDoll letâs get you to bed.â He whispers in the dark. You're slightly disappointed you fell asleep but your drowsy mind doesnât let you think too deeply as you bid him a goodnight and head to bed.
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The next morning he was ready to leave at 4AM. Big duffel bag in hand and a backpack. He thinks of waking you to say goodbye and even walks to your door. But he doesnât not because he doesnât want to but because he wonât want to leave if he does. Internally he curses himself for wasting so much time avoiding you the previous weeks.Â
So he writes a quick note and of course the promised check and heads on his way.
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arranged marriage 1 - f.c
hey honeys! i hope you enjoyed my last imagine. writing for Felix legit has me in a chokehold. dickhead!felix (im sorry!) mean reader at the start then she turns sweet, i also suck at endings so please ignore how bad it is and the spelling mistakes lol.
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âmum seriously? Felix? as in the only person i absolutely hate with a passion Felix?â your mum rolled her eyes at your outburst. it wasnât a shock to her that you were mad, you and Felix had grown up together but for some reason the two of you never got along. your parents had grown up together and had obviously been planning this for some time.
âiâm sorry sweetheart but yes, it will be good for the two of you to finally get along, he is a really sweet boy you knowâ you huffed âwe could get along without getting married? i mean, iâm only 20 years old. i have my whole life ahead of me to get marriedâ you ran a hand through your hair.
âwhy do i not get a say in this? shouldnât i be able to say yes or no to this?â you were frustrated, you hated Felix. and no marriage certificate was ever going to change that. âstop being silly y/n. Elspeth is so excited to have you as a daughter in law, she loves youâ your mum tried to end it there but you were not giving up.
âdad please tell her she is being irrational, there is no way you have agreed to this as wellâ you looked over at your dad âiâm sorry honey but i have agreed and so has the Catton family. you have no idea how good this would be for us, you will be bringing two very strong bloodlines togetherâ you wanted to scream.
marrying Felix was the worst possible thing to probably ever happen in your life. Felix was an asshole to you, rude, snobby and ignorant. he thought he was this incredible man but in reality he was just a bastard, and you would be marrying him? you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you.
âiâm sure the two of you will get along just fine, youâre being a little dramatic honey. youâre going to have a beautiful dress, a beautiful ceremony, itâll be amazing. and Felix is a very a handsome boy and you are a gorgeous girl, your kids will be absolutely perfectâ you choked on your saliva
âkids? mum are you joking? iâm begging you, please donât force me to marry him, my life will be a miseryâ your mum shook her head. âenough. this is final. you will marry Felix, end of storyâ your dad said making you and your mum look at him. you did not ever think that you would be in an arranged marriage with Felix Catton.
ânow, get ready darling, we are going to saltburn to celebrateâ this was going to be hell.
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âFelix darling, will you come here for a moment please?â Felix heard his mother call out as he walked past the living room. he saw his mum and dad sat on the sofa next to each other with huge smiles on their faces. he walked into the living room and sat on the sofa opposite the two of them âshould i be worried?â he said jokingly, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
âno of course notâ his mum laughed. âwe have some news for you which you may not like the sound of at first, but, i think the idea will grow on youâ his dad said, excitement filling his voice.
âwe have been speaking to y/nâs parentsâ Felix rolled his eyes at the mention of your name. âand we have all collectively decided that itâs time for the two of you to finally know that you will be getting marriedâ Elspeth squealed in excitement.
his jaw dropped âisnât that amazing? oh god itâs so nice for the secret to finally be outâ his father seemed just as ecstatic as his mother.
âyou are joking right?â his mothers smile faltered âno, itâs not, you two are getting married. oh i am so thrilled Felix, we have been planning this for ages and now that you both know i think itâs really set it in stone.â he shook his head at her.
âno, absolutely not. iâm sorry but there is no way in hell that i am marrying y/nâ he shook his head and laughed. âthis is bullshit, we fucking hate each other, why the fuck would you two even think that is a good idea?â he felt sick. âFelix, donât use that type of language pleaseâ Elspeth said.
âmum, sheâs a bitch. you really think i want to marry her?â James shook his head âshe is a lovely girl. itâll be good for us Felix. and it will be nice for you two to get alongâ Felix scoffed at his father. âyou guys can plan this as much as you want, but i am not marrying that girl. i am 22 years old and i am old enough to make my own decisions, no is noâ
âyou will be, sorry Felix but itâs already started to be planned. the two of you will be getting married so you best start to try and get along. you guys will be moving into a lovely house after your honeymoon, you two will be fineâ Elspeth said, her voice stern.
ânow, since you know the news, go get ready. we are having a huge party to celebrate your engagementâ he scoffed and walked away from his parents. this was going to be a long night.
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your mother had already picked out your engagement party dress and to be honest she did a good job of picking it. the dress wasnât too over the top which you were grateful for. this whole idea of getting married to someone you hated was a lot of getting used too. you didnât even have a ring yet which you knew would make it feel more real.
when you envisioned yourself your life you didnât expect to get married for a few more years, and you would be getting married to someone you actually loved. you never thought your parents would force you to get married to anyone, let alone Felix. âare you excited for the party?â your mum said pulling you out of your thoughts.
you gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded âlook, i know itâs not what you wanted but we wouldnât do it if we didnât think it would work out. you and Felix will love each other in no time. i think when you two spend time together you will start to really like himâ she grabbed ahold of your hand.
you were honestly willing to try the marriage thing for the sake of your parents, Felix was nice to everyone but you and you wanted to find out why. âoh, we invited practically everyone we know so be prepared to show fake smilesâ she added as you stopped outside of Saltburn. knowing that you had to be lovey dovey with Felix made you anxious, itâs not like it was going to be easy when the two of you despised each other.
âright, letâs get this over withâ you said as you exited the car, your mum scoffed âdonât speak like that y/n, you will enjoy yourselfâ she said as she linked her arm with your fathers. you followed behind the two of them and looked around the front garden of Saltburn, it had been covered in all different types of gold decorations.
Duncan the butler was waiting for you all at the front of the house, even though it was a party his face was still nonchalant. âtheyre all waiting for you in the back garden, guests have already began to arrive.â your mother and father thanked him and made their way inside ânot even going to break a smile for me, this is a party after allâ you joked âenjoy the party y/nâ he said making you laugh and brush past him. there was no breaking Duncan.
you made your way to the back garden which was just like the front, covered in gold decorations with guests slowly filling every section dressed in their party attire. you spotted Elspeth, James and Felix with your parents and you knew you would have to go over there. you put on your best brave faces d made your way over there.
Felix looked miserable as he stood next to his mother his eyes fixated on the grass. he hated the thought of you, he hated the thought of the two of you getting married even more. âaww there is the beautiful bride to beâ he heard his mother say which made him look up from the ground.
now, even though you and Felix hated each other, there was no way heâd lie and say you werenât beautiful because you were. you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever met. but that didnât change the fact that he thought you were the most annoying person heâd ever met.
âgosh you look gorgeousâ Elspeth said as you finally stood next to your parents. she pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek. ânow that you are here we can talk to you both. we know that the two of you donât get along but we are very happy that you are going along with the arrangement. we promise you both that it will be all worth it in the endâ James spoke quietly but loud enough for you all to hear. they obviously didnât want people knowing that it was an arranged marriage.
âwe will see about that dad, this is the worst day of my lifeâ Felix said shaking his head. hearing him say that hurt you a little bit and you didnât know why. you didnât show the hurt on your face and you were quick with a comeback âlikewise, iâd rather drown in bleach then have to marry you but here we areâ
âwhy donât the two of you go talk to one another about it? it might be good for you two to have an actual conversation instead of arguing all the time. go to the library, there isnât anybody in thereâ Elspeth said looking between the two of you. âoh and if you see any guests and they congratulate you, please act like the two of you love each otherâ she added as the two of you started, asking your way to the library.
the walk to the library was silent until one of the Henryâs and his wife stopped the two of you âthere is the happy couple. we have been waiting for the two of you to get together since you were young. you look gorgeous togetherâ Henryâs wife said. your sour expression was quickly forgotten and you tried your best to show you were happy by putting the fake smile on your face.
you felt Felixâs arm go around your waist. âthank you, it didnât take too much convincingâ you said as convincing as possible. âlet me see your ring dear, it must be beautifulâ your eyes widened, you did not think about that at all. âitâs at the jewellers, i accidentally got the wrong size so we need to get her a temporary ring until her real one comes backâ Felix was quick with his answer.
âhow did you propose Felix? was it romantic?â you both nodded âvery, we were on a couples holiday. we went for dinner and then we went for a walk along the beach and i just got down on one knee when i felt like the time was rightâ how was he so quick with these answers?
âwow, that is truly romantic. anyways, we donât want to keep you guys for any longer. congratulations you twoâ with that the two of them walked toward the garden. âhow the fuck did you come up with that so quickly?â you said as you both also continued walking. âdunno, i just made it upâ his voice was flat and his arm dropped from your waist.
the two of you reached the library and Felix closed the door behind him. you sat on the sofa and he sat next to you awkwardly âso, how are you feeling about this situation then?â you spoke trying to stop the awkwardness. âhow do you think? iâm being forced to marry a girl who i despiseâ he scratched the back of his neck.
âwell, iâm not ecstatic about it either but, we have to do it. we just need to try and be nice to one another and i think it could work out. itâs gonna be awkward but-â he cut you off quickly âdo you really think iâm gonna try work this out? with you? you must be out of your mindâ he started, you didnât like where this was going at all.
âyou are the most annoying person iâve ever met, you do realise this marriage is just to make our parents look good? there is no way i will try work this out with you. i will never like you, i will never love you. youâre just going to be a person iâm being forced to live withâ you looked at him âyou are unlovable. no one will ever fall in love with you, you are that frustrating. your parents probably agreed to this marriage because they know no one else will fall in love with youâ his tone was harsh. hearing him say that broke you.
you could feel your eyes filling with tears which you tried to conceal as best you could but it was no use. even though you hated him his words cut deep. âthatâs a really fucked up thing to sayâ you shook your head and got up to walk away, slamming the library door as you walked to the nearest bathroom. you could feel your chin quiver as you sniffled, trying your best to keep your tears at bay.
Felix knew that was a low blow, and he regretted his choice of words as soon as they left his mouth. he was left in the huge library, the deafening silence making him feel even worse for how he spoke to you. the two of you always threw insults at each other but nothing like that, ever.
he could tell that you were trying to make the best out of a shitty situation and he had to ruin it by overstepping the mark. he knew that he was going to have to apologise to you because he did, that time, take it too far. he spotted Theo, another butler stood at the end of the hallway. âdid you see where she went?â he asked him as he shoved one of his hands in his pocket.
âshe walked into the bathroom down that way sirâ Theo pointed in the direction you had gone, he nodded âthanksâ he started making his way to the bathroom and once he was outside the door he could hear your quiet sobs. he didnât know what to do, he didnât think the person he was about to comfort would be you let alone for something he said.
he knocked on the door gently, he heard your sobs stop. âwho is it?â you called out, trying your best to hide the waver in your voice. âcan i come in?â he questioned. he was stood outside the door for a couple of minutes before he heard you unlock the door. he walked into the bathroom and saw you sat on the floor next to the door.
he cautiously sat down next to you, not knowing how you were going to react. âlook, iâm sorry for what i said. that took it too far and i am truly sorry. iâm just stressed about the situation and i took it out on you and i shouldnât have done thatâ you just nodded and looked down at your lap.
he sighed, he knew that both of you would have to figure out a plan. the two of you were getting married which seemed scary to both of you and if you went through with it with out a plan it would just crumble. he spoke âsoâ you looked up from your lap to look at him âwe need a planâ you nodded again. âhow do you wanna do this?â
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âBone apple tea.â You placed the cup of camomile in front of Simon.
âWhat?â
You pointed at your skull-printed shirt, the apple pie patch on his hoodie and the tea on the table. âBone. Apple. Tea.â
Heâd missed that brilliant smile too much. It was impossible to not want to kiss you. He chuckled as he pulled you to stand between his thighs.
That Sunday with your help, despite the pounding of his head, he packed the rest of his stuff and managed to move out. In the last few days he had before he left, he spent any possible moment with you, mainly eating his favourite Chinese takeout or cuddling on the couch.
Two months later when Simon came back, things crawled to how they were, with him visiting for dinner and leaving before midnight. Eventually, he stayed more and more nights a week, leaving more than a few of his shirts behind.
The divorce was finalised and his childhood home was sold. The city of Manchester didnât mean gripping the straps of his backpack after school as he walked up the dreaded front steps anymore, nor sleeping restlessly lest someone barged in the door with another bizarre creature. The house was gone, along with the memories that breathed within the walls. He didnât miss them.
His mum got a flat near Tommyâs and a job at a flower shop in the neighbourhood. âNot as nice as working with Benâ, she said. She had to buy her own bread, and none sheâd found in the area tasted remotely close to how grand his were. She still cooked too much, but Tommy didnât mind the extra whenever she dropped by. Little Joe always loved seeing his nana anyway.
Back from his next deployment, Simon held you at the door as he inhaled the warmth heâd missed terribly. After his shower, you showed him his shirts in their own drawer, not jammed between yours anymore. He smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.
In spring, he came with to visit your dad, insisting on wearing one of his dress shirts, even when you assured it was a regular lunch. He stood rigid on the porch, the neck of the wine bottle about to snap in his grip.
Your dad was taking too long. Was he arming himself before opening the door? Should he tackle and disarm him or take the shot like a man? He should have worn a tac vest.
âSi, relax.â You rubbed his back. âYouâre already too tall. Youâre going to scare my dad.â
Is that not a good thing?
Your dad (obviously unarmed) tried making small talk with him at lunch, but he sucked at it as much as Simon did, leaving you to do almost all the talking among the pauses. You only received short answers from the men who avoided each otherâs gazes.
Also, who the bloody hell put the coriander in the chicken stir-fry?!
âYour dad hates me,â Simon declared as he drove home, the phantom taste of soap persisted on his palate despite the hours between.
âHe doesnât, I promise. He doesnât even really like Chinese, but picked the place because I told him how much you love it. He really tried, but just doesnât talk much with new people.â You stifled a laugh. âYou should have cracked a few jokes.â
He gave you a deadpan look. âWhen we get home, Iâm going to tickle you until you pass out.â
Home.
Youâd made your flat Simonâs home too. You cleared another drawer for him, and another, and another, even when he didnât have so many possessions. But you let him expand and take up the space he needed. He reordered a set of his ID discs for you to keep on your nightstand.
Things were⊠easy. Simple, like getting out of bed a little later on weekends. With his nose buried in your hair, arm around your waist pulling you flush to his chest, he held you in silence from dawn until you woke. Listening to your quiet breathing filled his chest heavy with warmth.
Youâd asked multiple times if it bored him to be doing nothing, as if he didnât lay prone behind rifle scopes for hours on end for a living. It didnât, because being in your presence wasnât nothing. You were real, and you were his.
You woke with a stir, a smile gracing your lips when you realised he was with you before your eyes opened.
âGood morning, my love.â He slipped the strap of your tank top off before peppering kisses on the nape of your neck down your exposed shoulder.
âMorning, Si.â You reached back to scratch his scalp.
He rolled you onto your back before crawling on top of you, kissing the column on your neck making you giggle with his weekend scruff. He pulled away to admire your eyes, always striking in the warm sun.
âLove looking at you.â You cupped his cheek, tracing the healed cut with your thumb. âYouâre so beautiful, Si.â
He leaned in, and you stayed in bed a little longer.
In his shirt, you placed more toasts on the table.
âTwo goldfish are in a tankâŠâ
He handed you a buttered toast. âDonât steal my jokes, luv.â
âItâs too lame to forget.â
âYeah? âCause I remember you howling at Tesco when I told it.â
âIt was your first ever.â You smiled. âMy favourite.â
âWhy didnât you tell me I was scary, luv?â
âIâm not sure they teach you to tell the scary bloke heâs scary in self-defence class.â You took a bite of the toast.
âFair enough.â He shrugged. âAre you out of jam?â
âForgot to grab some yesterday, but I didnât forget your limes.â
Simon became a bit of a pie connoisseur. He figured baking was better than sparring with the intention of beating someone up to a pulp. He tried different fruits (even declared himself a pro at peeling) and techniques, and eventually other varieties. That late Saturday morning, it was key lime pie.
âWhyâs the cat so small?â you asked as you tied your kitty apron around his waist.
âWhy?â
âBecause it drank condensed milk.â
He liked that you were becoming more like him. âYou too, it seems.â
You mock gasped. âRude! You know I can take you, Si.â
âNot in a fight.â
You slapped his chest playfully earning a hearty laugh from him.
Volunteering at the soup kitchen became a regular occurrence too, along with his sergeants. Sam ended up dating one of the volunteersâ daughters, the one he was introduced to. Unfortunately, his two other sergeants hadnât had as much luck on their side. âDoes your birdie have sisters or friends, sir?â Eric joked, but it barely masked his hopefulness. You assured youâd ask around if they promised to keep each other safe while deployed.
It got hard at times, when things went sideways and the missions lasted longer, or when he had no way to contact you or wipe the tears off your face.
Somewhere along the way, Simon listed you as his emergency contact. You werenât supposed to find out this way. Not this soon, not from his captain calling you about how he was unconscious, dying from blood loss from getting his leg slashed.
The first thing he did when he astonishingly woke was to call you. He could ignore the sear on his thigh, or the fact that his eyelids weighed like lead, but not the guilt that sank into the pits of him when you were in a mess of tears.
âIâm so sorry, luv,â he croaked out of his throat that felt like sandpaper. âI mean it. Iâll leave this all behind if thatâs what it takes to keep you. You just have to say the word.â
âSi, you donât... always have to bend yourself backwards for others. I chose you for who you are, and I will keep choosing you, as long as you donât give up on this. On us.â You sniffled. âPlease come home soon. I need you with me.â
Simon was glad you stood by his decision to stay, because that afternoon a year after, as the major pinned on the new insignia onto his uniform, he couldnât wipe the smile off his face when the mass erupted in applause.
Captain Simon Riley.
Among the crowd, next to Tommy and Beth, her belly carrying his niece, you had your arm around his mum, Joeâs hand in yours. From across the room, your sincere eyes made him feel like a hero, the most desirable man. He knew he wasnât, but you looked at him like he was sunshine, and maybe, he was to you a little bit.
Nothing changed. Simon was still fatherless, still missed out on the memories a child deserved to have, but was never granted. Still bound to a past that wouldnât go, but he was more than that.
He thought his dad was the only thing standing in the way of happiness, whatever it meant. He knew now. It wasnât what he thought he wanted, wasnât what he imagined, but it was perfect. This was what it was supposed to be like all along.
âFor you,â he mouthed.
Simon Riley never wanted to be an oil painting admired by many, but he was, and always had been, a love note sealed with a kiss.
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