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lorre-verie · 7 months ago

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this is just gojo satoru being an idiot btw

ft. gojo satoru x gn!reader (& some unfortunate dude) w/c: 780ish

warnings: author knows nothing about cars.

written by lorre, proofread by jude.

thinking about stranger!gojo satoru revving his car loudly behind your pink convertible on the deserted highway

you know he's doing it on purpose because as soon as his Ferrari SF90 matches speed with your McLaren 750S, he grins, sticking his tongue at you as his free hand waves a teasing 'bye-bye~' before blasting ahead.

you raise an eyebrow, eyeing the blue streak speeding on the road in front of you, the arrogance practically oozing from the roar of the engine.

it's not long before you let out a scoff, tapping on your phone to change to your racing playlist. you smirk as you press harder on the gas pedal, whipping on your sunglasses all the while. oh, it's on, stranger.

stranger!gojo satoru who gapes as he sees your pink mclaren absolutely tear right past him, just barely catching the rude gesture you throw up over your shoulder. you just not-so-subtly told him to eat your dust. stranger!gojo satoru who immediately puts both his hands on the wheel, his posture snapping straight as he tails you. his eyes are wide, the already bright smile growing on his face as he can feel every shiver of his car, excited to finally be able to push it to its full potential.

stranger!gojo satoru who, as soon as he starts to catch up to you, pats the side of his vehicle lovingly, murmuring an encouraging "let's go, baby."

you cock your head to the side as he nears you, your eyebrows raised. he's trying to say something to you, but you can't hear him over the combined roaring of your engines.

deciding that you don't really have the time, you imitate his movements from before, waving a bye-bye as your pout your lips mockingly, leaving him behind as you turn right at the fork in the highway.

there's no way he's going to Gifu too, right?

you're proven wrong immediately as you take one glance into your side mirror, noticing the blue ferrari still hot on your trail.

you hum. so he is going to Gifu. what are the chances he's going to the same work retreat you are?

well, whoever he is, if he wants a race, he'll get a race.

stranger!gojo satoru whose his eyebrows are knitted together in concentration as he isn't focused on his car anymore, his bright blue eyes trained on yours instead, the pink reflecting back on his sunglasses.

meanwhile, a gas station worker is hunched over his newspaper in a gas station's tiny office, a nice warm cup of joe in his hands. takin' a free coffee from the machine every once in a while won't matter anyway, right?

nobody comes over here anyways, he thinks.

the next time he tries to take a sip of his coffee though, the ground starts shaking, growing more intense by the second.

he looks out the window of the office curiously (which is situated very close to the road), wondering if this is just another earthquake.

two streaks of blue and pink flash by, practically blurring together, his head turning way past his shoulder to follow the blips as they disappear down the road.

unfortunately for him, he wasn't paying enough attention to the cup of coffee in his hand, the warm liquid spilling all over his work pants as he lets out a yelp.

sigh.

stranger!gojo satoru who feels his heart lurch when he notices your mclaren finally slowing down and pulling into a rest area on the highway. he flicks on his blinker and pulls in right behind you.

stranger!gojo satoru who practically leaps out of his car, jogging up to yours.

his heart is racing, chest puffing in and out from the sheer adrenaline as you look at him suspiciously, the white-haired stranger chasing you down the road for what's been nearing an hour.

stranger!gojo satoru who puts on a charming smile—or as best as he can muster because his ears are flushing the same colour as your car, asking for your number.

you look at him incredulously, swiping a lock of hair from your face before tossing your head back in a laugh. "sure, stranger." you give him a small smile, amused.

you scribble your work number down on a napkin, drawing on a little smiley face. handing it to him you ask, "what are you going to Gifu for?"

he blinks.

"Gifu?" he asks with a finger pointed at himself, a little dumbfounded.

"i'm going to Nagano."

"but- Nagano's the complete other way?"

stranger!gojo satoru who isn't a stranger anymore, letting out a loud laugh before quickly changing the subject.

thinking about stranger!gojo satoru, who would rather dye his hair a bright, searing red, than admit that he followed a cute stranger in the wrong direction for nearly an hour just to ask for their number.

you definitely got more suspicious of him after that conversation

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the-offside-rule · 18 days ago

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Out of Her Depth - Chapter 5: Testing

Out of Her Depth: The Masterlist

Saoirse sat in the Ferrari garage, completely in the zone, eyes glued to the telemetry screen in front of her. Charles was half a second quicker on the same plan, and she wasn’t thrilled about it. Her engineer stood beside her, pointing at the data overlay. "He’s braking later and applying the throttle sooner. Could be car setup differences, we might need to tweak yours." She gave a small nod, taking it all in. Nothing she couldn’t adjust to.

Her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced down instinctively, and a grin pulled at her lips. Joe. A deliberate cough snapped her back to reality. "Got something more important to be looking at?" Her engineer asked dryly. Saoirse shook her head, schooling her expression as she locked her phone and turned back to the screen. "Not at all. Let’s fix this." Her engineer raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further, returning to the data. Meanwhile, her phone sat beside her, screen dark, Joe’s message waiting.

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Joe sat in a booth at a Cincinnati diner, sipping his coffee while his teammates argued over what to order. He wasn’t paying much attention, though—his phone was face-up on the table, and every so often, he checked the live timing from Bahrain. Saoirse hadn’t replied yet, but he didn’t expect her to. She was in the car, working, and in a completely different time zone.

Across from him, Sam raised an eyebrow. "Alright, man, what’s got you looking at your phone so much? My retirement not a good enough reason to put the phone down?"

"Yeah," Tee added with a smirk. "What girl did you piss off this time?" Joe scoffed, shaking his head. "No one. I’m just checking in on someone. Waiting for a reply, that’s all." Ja’Marr, who had been quiet up until now, glanced at Joe knowingly. Joe met his eyes and immediately pointed at him. "Don’t even." That was all it took for the rest of the guys to pounce. "You know?"

"Ja’Marr knows something—spill it."

"Who’s got you acting all secretive, Joe?"

Joe leaned back in his seat, exhaling through his nose as they all badgered him. Finally, he shook his head. "I’m not telling anyone. Not yet. Not until I know where it’s going." The table erupted into groans, but Joe just smirked and took another sip of his coffee, phone still resting in front of him. He was doing his best to ignore the guys’ teasing, but the topic quickly shifted when Sam turned to Ja’Marr. "So, when are you heading to Australia? Ain’t your girl racing there?"

Ja’Marr nodded. "Yeah, but Daniella’s flying back here first. Then we’re heading over together." Tee grinned. "Making it romantic, huh?"

"Hell yeah." Ja’Marr admitted with a smirk. "We barely get time to ourselves. She’s always back and forth to England or wherever else she has to be, and I’m stuck here for football. This is finally gonna be just us."

"How long you staying?" Sam asked. "Three weeks c Ja’Marr replied. "But after that, I’m going to all the races with her until Canada. Then I’ll stay in Cincy and train for the season." He leaned back. "Might even bring junior along to some races. Think he’d love it." The guys nodded in approval. "That’s a solid plan."

They started discussing what they’d all be up to in the offseason—vacations, training plans, a possible trip to Vegas. Joe zoned out, half-listening, still glancing at his phone every now and then. Then Andrei nudged him. "What about you, man? What’s your plan?" Joe shrugged. "Probably just staying home. Or maybe a vacation, I don’t know." Andrei smirked. "You should bring the girl you keep checking your phone for. Would be a good way to get to know her better."

The guys all grinned at that, watching Joe’s reaction. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Maybe." He said, not committing to anything. Just then, his phone buzzed again—but this time, it wasn’t a text. It was ringing. He looked down at the name "Mom" on the screen, lips pressing together before he got up, pushing his chair back. "I gotta take this." The guys called after him with more teasing, but he ignored them, stepping outside to answer.

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Saoirse exhaled as she climbed out of the car, and standing in front of her engineer who was timing how quickly she could get out of the car. "Pretty good. Sylvia wants you now. She has an interview with Sky for you to do." He rolled her shoulders and headed towards the back. It hadn’t been a bad run today, but she still had work to do. Her engineer had already gone off to analyze more data, leaving her to deal with the next part of her day—media duties. She sighed, tugging off her gloves as she headed toward where she knew her media manager would be waiting.

Before she reached them, she pulled out her phone and finally replied to Joe. It was a simple text—nothing major.

Saoirse: Didn’t think you’d be up this early.

The reply came quicker than she expected.

Joe: What can I say? Big morning.

She smirked, fingers tapping at her screen.

Saoirse: You must be unwell. You only ever text me in the afternoon—y’know, when you actually wake up.

Joe: 😂😂

Joe: I don’t sleep that late.

Saoirse: Debatable.

They went back and forth for a little while, an easy, familiar rhythm, until a voice interrupted Joe’s focus. "Hey, Burrow! You coming back in, or you got something more important to tend to?" Tee called from inside the diner, amusement lacing his tone. Joe rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He quickly texted Saoirse.

Joe: I’ll call you later.

She read it and replied almost instantly.

Saoirse: Great plan.

Saoirse slipped her phone back into her pocket just as her media manager approached, recorder and phone in hand. "Alright, you’ve got a few interviews lined up—quick ones, mostly testing recaps." She nodded, already shifting back into work mode. "Let’s get it over with." But as she walked toward the media pen, there was something different in the way she carried herself—her shoulders felt a little lighter, her usual testing-day exhaustion not weighing her down as much.

The lingering smile on her lips didn’t go unnoticed either. Ted Kravitz, picking up on her good mood, chuckled as he adjusted the mic. "Looks like testing went well today." Ted remarked. Saoirse just shrugged, the faintest smirk still in place. "Something like that."

As she looked around, she basqued in the familiar hum of cameras and murmuring journalists filling the air. She adjusted her race suit slightly, shaking off the last remnants of her post-session haze as her media manager gave her a subtle nod. "Saoirse, testing is now officially over, Ferrari looks very strong. You and Charles were on the same plan, but he seemed to have a little more pace. How did the session feel from your side?"

Saoirse crossed her arms loosely, keeping her expression neutral. "Yeah, it was a productive few days. The pace difference is mostly down to car setup—we’re still tweaking things on my side, seeing what works best. Charles was braking later and getting on the throttle sooner, but we’ll dial things in." Ted nodded. "Ferrari looked strong today. Do you feel like you’re in a good place heading into the season?" She let out a small breath, considering. "I think so. We won’t know for sure until we get to the first race, but the car feels promising. Testing is about learning, not chasing lap times, so I’m happy with the progress we’ve made."

Saoirse walked to the next, grinning as she spotted Davide Valsecchi. "Davide, come stai?" He laughed at the unbareably thick irish accent. "Ah, lei parla italiano!" Her PR officer smiled beside her. "Only a little. I am practicing, though, I promise." She added. "Saoirse, Ferrari fans are very excited for this season. How does it feel knowing the Tifosi are behind you?" That pulled a genuine smile from her. "It’s incredible. The passion of the Tifosi is unmatched. They push us to be better every time we get in the car, and I can’t wait to race for them again this year."

"You seem in a pretty good mood for somebody who just finished a data-heavy session." He grinned. "Was there something in the data that put you in a good mood today?" Saoirse raised an eyebrow, playing it cool. "Just happy to be back in the car. It's fast as f- okay maybe I won't add to it, I don't want to pay a fine but you know what I'm getting at." Davide grinned. "That is what we like to hear." They all laughed, and she handled the rest of the interviews smoothly—talking about the team’s goals, how the car felt, and the long season ahead. Once they wrapped up, her media manager gave her a nod of approval.

With the media duties finally wrapped up, Saoirse made her way back to the Ferrari motorhome to grab her things. The sun was starting to dip lower, casting long shadows across the paddock. She was pulling her phone out of her pocket, half-thinking about texting Joe again, when she spotted Max walking toward her.

He was relaxed, hands in the pockets of his Red Bull team hoodie, looking like a man who had spent the day doing exactly what he loved. As they passed each other, she decided to stop. "Well Max." She called out, getting his attention. He slowed to a stop, looking over with a nod. "Saoirse." He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walked and talked. She gave him a small smile. "Congratulations, by the way—to you and Kelly. Big year ahead." A rare, genuine grin broke across his face. "Thanks. Yeah, it’s exciting. A bit surreal, to be honest."

"I bet." She said, tucking her hands into her pockets. "But you’ll be great. Just don't leave the kid at a petrol station." Max laughed. He usually wouldn't let those types of comments slide, but knowing Saoirse with her irish humour, he knew she meant no harm. "I can't promise anything." They were about to part ways when Max suddenly remembered something. "Oh, actually—Lando, Charles, and I are playing paddle in Monaco during the week. You should come." Saoirse raised an eyebrow. "Playing paddle eith the enemy. Since when was that a thing?" She asked, poking fun at the media's response to the whole McLaren vs Red Bull situation the year before.

"Since we started realizing we’re competitive at literally anything." Max said with a smirk. "Carlos was supposed to join, but he had to go to London, so we have an open spot." Saoirse considered it for a moment. "Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, but sure. Why not?"

"Good." Max said. "I’ll text you the details later."

"No bother. See you then." She replied. Max gave her a nod before heading off toward the Red Bull garage, leaving Saoirse standing there with an amused shake of her head. With that, she continued toward the Ferrari motorhome, still in a good mood—not just from the session or the texts with Joe, but from the easy, familiar way she fit into the paddock.

Saoirse had just grabbed her bag from the Ferrari motorhome when her phone started buzzing in her pocket. She glanced down at the screen and smirked—Joe. She answered without hesitation. "Well, would you look at that? The man actually called when he said he would." On the other end, Joe scoffed. "I always follow through." She hummed, unconvinced. "Where are you anyway?"

"In my Batcave." Saoirse furrowed her brows as she walked. "Your what?"

"My Batcave."

She stopped in her tracks, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "Are you telling me you genuinely have a Batcave?"

"Of course." Joe said smoothly. "Got the suit, got the Batmobile—whole setup. I’m fully committed to the bit." Saoirse snorted. "Right. And I assume you’re out there in the dead of night, saving Cincinnati from danger?"

"Duh." He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She laughed, shaking her head as she continued walking. Just ahead, she spotted a small group of Ferrari fans waiting near the paddock exit, holding out caps, posters, and notebooks. She glanced at her phone. "Can you give me just one sec?" She told Joe. He didn’t protest, waiting patiently as she stopped to sign autographs. She smiled at the fans, taking quick photos and making small talk before finally telling them she had to head off. They thanked her, and she gave them a little wave before stepping away. "Alright, I’m back." She said, getting into her car. Joe chuckled. "What, your other very important job got in the way?"

"Some of us have responsibilities, Batman." She teased, starting the engine. She connected her phone to the radio, and Joe’s voice came through the speakers as she pulled out of the paddock. "You put me on the radio?" She asked, amused. " like my hands free when I drive." Joe hummed. "Good safety practices. You’re a responsible citizen."

"I mean, I am a role model according to Forbes." She said dramatically. Joe laughed. "Sure, let’s go with that."

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itsnickgalitzine · 1 month ago

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nick: yes, of course! whenever you have a moment, let me know and i'll make some time with you between work and such. especially when around london.

texting 📲 mr zakhar perez-galitzine

joe: we're going to hang soon right? || @itsnickgalitzine

#texting; holding all your texts like memories #c; joe locke

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kendyzzlewp · 11 months ago

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you can do it with a broken heart

summary: jackson broke up with you for no reason, so now you try to survive residency while working at the same place. but you’re a real though bitch, you can handle your shit

tags: fem!reader, jackson avery, angsty, ttpd

tw: mentions of su!c!de

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“You seem… okay.”

You looked at Meredith who was staring at you with a concerned expression. You shrugged, spitting the toothpaste from your mouth into the sink.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, grabbing a towel and wiping your face from any minty residue.

Meredith narrowed her eyes on you. “Well,” she said, entering the bathroom fully. “Avery dumped you.”

Your heart sank at the mention of him. You shook your head, forcing a smile. “So? It’s not the end of the world. He’s literally just a guy and I dumped him.”

Alex entered the bathroom, pushing past you to get to the sink. You locked eyes in the mirror and he shook his head.

“Pretty boy was not just a guy,” he grumbled, grabbing his razor. “He was like your person or twin or whatever it was you called him.”

Meredith hummed in agreement, sitting on the toilet with her eyes fixed on you. “He wasn’t just a guy, he was your guy.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Your stomach twisting like a wet rag at the topic of conversation. It had been two weeks since Jackson decided to end things after months and months of the stupid will they, won’t they dance. It wasn’t even a viable reason, he needed to focus on plastics and you needed to focus on cardio. It wasn’t you, it was him. After the boards things were going to be different.

Blah blah blah.

“I’m fine,” you said in a failed attempt to convince both of them and maybe even yourself.

Because you were the complete opposite of fine. You were completely ruined. They were right. Jackson wasn’t just a guy, he was the love of your life. Your best friend and one random fight escalated to the point where you turned back to strangers.

Derek popped his head in the bathroom, catching your eye with a sympathetic smile. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine!” you exclaimed, pushing past him to get to your room. “Perfectly, fine.”

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“You gotta fake it, till you make it,” Arizona said as she masterfully dissected a burst appendix. “Break ups suck. The important thing is though that you win, you have higher ground.”

You had the faking part down, now making it? That’s a whole different story.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, your eyes on the cavity in front of you. That seemed to be your new phrase lately, it had variations but fine was becoming your old faithful.

For some reason, you decided to look up at the gallery. Your eyes meet green ones. So green yet so blue at the same time. Like a watercolor painting of a beach paradise. You swallowed the lump that blocked your throat. Knowing the intercom was turned on by the red light, you decided to prove it once and for all.

“I actually have a date,” you lied, your eyes darting back to Arizona’s hand as she finished sewing up the kid.

She looked up at the gallery with wide eyes before landing her eyes on you. “A date? With who?”

“Um…” you racked your brain trying to come up with a convincing answer, your eyes briefly meeting Jackson’s. “A lawyer…yeah.”

Arizona dropped the subject when the monitor started beeping wildly, the attention shifting towards the patient. You look up at the gallery again. He was gone.

You’re fine.

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“He said he’d loved me all his life,” you sobbed one into your arm one night at Joe’s. Lexie rubbed your back sympathetically. “He lied.”

She sighed, passing you another napkin. “You are going to be just fine,” she said, taking your drink away. “No more tequila for you though.”

You shook your head, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “I can handle this, this is nothing.”

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“It’s kind of ironic,” Alex said one day, watching you repair an aortic aneurysm in the gallery. “She wants to fix hearts for a living but can’t get her own shit together.”

Cristina mumbled an agreement, her eyes focused on the surgery. April shook her head, feeling sad for her friend.

Meredith shrugged. “She says she’s fine,” she said, taking a bite of her apple. “If that was me, I would’ve drowned myself in the bathtub by now.”

Cristina raised an eyebrow, turning back to look at her. “That was you and you did almost drowned.”

“She’s on the verge of a mental breakdown,” Lexie said, her eyes focused on a medical journal. “It’s a matter of time.”

“Avery is a dumbass,” Alex stated, earning a chorus of agreement from the rest of the residents.

All of them were blissfully unaware that Jackson was standing at the entrance of the library. His eyes focused on you as you performed your magic. The way you laughed as you bantered with Altman. His heart sank.

He really was a dumbass for letting you go.

You sat in the gallery with the rest of the group, your eyes focused on the surgery below. You mentally took notes. You hadn’t slept in days, food would not stay down no matter how much you tried.

The anxiety ate away at you constantly. The emptiness follows you everywhere you go. The hospital became your home as you dreaded going to bed alone.

Jackson entered the gallery, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You still couldn’t be in the same room as him, no matter how cool you tried to play it. With a curt nod, you stood up.

As the tension mounted within you, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over, causing you to sway slightly in your place at the gallery. Cristina, noticing your unsteadiness, reached out a hand to steady you.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.

You forced a smile, nodding weakly. "Yeah, just a little tired," you replied, though the lie tasted bitter on your tongue.

Lexie glanced up, furrowing her brow at your demeanor. "Are you sure?" she remarked, her voice tinged with worry.

Before you could respond, Meredith interjected, concern evident in her eyes as she set her half-eaten apple aside. "Maybe you should take a break, get some fresh air," she suggested, her tone gentle yet firm.

“I just need to leave,” you whispered, hurrying out of the cramped room.

You’re fine.

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“Hey.”

You looked up from your study notes. Jackson stood in front of you, shifting from one leg to the other. His hand gripping the strap of his backpack tightly.

Your heart was pounding. “Yeah?” You cautiously asked, closing your notebook.

“I just wanted to check in on you,” he admitted, taking a step closer. “You looked rough in the gallery earlier.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Anger, hurt, longing—each fighting for dominance as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"I'm fine," you replied, the words coming out more sharply than you intended. "Just a rough day."

Jackson's expression softened, his eyes searching yours for a hint of the turmoil raging within. "You know you can talk to me, right?" he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know you. I know you haven’t been eating or sleeping. Meredith told me you barely go home nowadays.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, surprising even yourself. "Talk?" you scoffed, the words dripping with sarcasm. "About what, exactly? How you broke my heart?"

His eyes widened, a pained expression crossing his features. "I never meant to hurt you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I was doing what was best for both of us."

"Best for both of us?" you repeated, incredulous. "How is dumping me, without a single good explanation, the best for me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You blinked them back, refusing to let him see your pain. "You don't get to waltz back into my life and act like everything's okay," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not your consolation prize, Jackson."

He reached out a hand, as if to touch you, but you flinched away, the pain of his betrayal still too fresh. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. I just... I thought it would be easier this way."

"Easier for who?" you shot back, your anger simmering just below the surface. "Not for me, that's for sure."

With a heavy sigh, Jackson took a step back, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine. I'll leave you alone," he said, his voice filled with resignation. "But just know that I'm here if you ever need me."

As he turned to walk away, you felt a pang of regret, a part of you longing for the comfort of his presence. But you pushed it aside, steeling yourself against the pain. You had survived his absence once; you could do it again.

You’re good. You can do it with a broken heart.

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