#chadwick x you

[lewismccartneys]

rikma fic except i make emma an olympic swimmer with gold on her mind and rikki is the skateboarder she can’t stand

[dizzystqrs]

thinking about the first episode of season three when rikki is brooding and cleo says, "emma?" like this is not the first time rikki has been upset over emma leaving, and the way cleo says "you should be happy for her," like she's still trying to convince her of it. thank you

[artchixs]

more x men au…….

[artchixs]

allow me to introduce wither & bloom (jeb + chad x men au)

[were-my-demons-hide]

Emma would top the shit out of Rikki ngl

[silversurfersx]

media duties | f1grid

part 2

f1 grid x driver!reader [smau]

summary: in which the reader tries to escape her media duties

faceclaim: jamie chadwick and random people I found on pinterest

warnings: fluff, swearing

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f1gossip: williams driver y/n y/l/n was seen entering the redbull garage. Is redbull looking outside their junior team for a possible perez replacement?

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user: y/n I'm telling you, this isn't a good idea

user: that would be so cool

user: slow your horses redbull, the seat's still warm

redbullracing: this is news to me

yourusername: same

user: what about yuki and liam

user: and isack

user: I don't think she's got the pace

user: how the fuck is she supposed to have the right pace in a williams user: the right talent finds the pace anywhere yourusername: that's deep man user: y/n cheering on her own hate comments, lol

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[caption: netflix I've found her]

yourusername: betrayed by my own teammate, I can't believe it 🥺 alex_albon: if I have to do the netflix stuff, so do you yourusername: max and oscar put all this work in to help me hide and you ruin it all😔

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"Y/n what do you say about the redbull rumours?" The interviewer asked, stopping you in the media pen.

"Which one?" You asked, pretending to be clueless. It was a little joy of yours to give short answers to media personal. You didn't really enjoy interviews, but you understood your duties, but that didn't mean that you took them serious. You were in f1 to race, not to entertain interviewers.

"The ones regarding your possible move to redbull, leaving williams." The interviewer continued.

"They're not true." You plainly answered, grinning at the interviewer. A short glance over to your pr officer told you that she didn't support you content-less answers.

"What were you doing at redbull then?"

"Hiding."

"From?" The interviewer seemed to be more annoyed with each word.

"Netflix. They're filming for drive to survive." You answered the frustrated interviewer, giving into better worded answers.

"And you don't want to be filmed." The interviewer asked and you shook your head chuckling. "No."

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The crowd was screaming all around you as waved at them from time to time, your eyes were focused on them but kept switching over to the front of the wagon where the interviewer was speaking with Lando. You didn't dared to walk up front, because you knew then you would be in immediate eyesight of the interviewer to pick you.

When Lando seemed to finish his talk you stepped further behind Fernando who stood beside you and looked at you with light amusement. He himself wasn't the biggest interviewer fan and tended to stay in the back. You seemed to have bonded over that.

"Don't make eye contact, Fernando, I think Lando is done." You muttered stepping behind Fernendo, hiding from the eyes up front. You crouched down slightly and Fernado aided you by carefully stepped forward to hide your body.

"They're looking at Geroge, I think you're clear." He muttered looking at you.

Leaning around Fernando you watched as Geroge stepped forward to be interviewed.

"I think Geroge is gonna be the last interview." You said standing back up.

"Great. We escaped once again." Fernando chuckled and you joined.

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yourusername: yacht, brother, nephew. life is good! ⛵🧑🏽🧒🏼🌼

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alex_albon: james has been calling you nonstop

yourusername: I don't have my phone alex_albon: how are you posting the pictures then? yourusername: my laptop alex_albon: you have been taking those pictures with your laptop? 😐🤨 yourusername: yes.

user: is she hiding out on her yacht?

user: is netflix looking for you again?

yourusername: yes

charles_leclerc: where is my invitation? Alex wanted to see the little man too

yourusername: she can come, auggie misses her too😊 alexandrasaintmleux: ahh I can't wait 🥰 charles_leclerc: what about me? yourusername: gotta ask auggie yourusername: he says to bring lec if you want to come charles_leclerc: sure 'he' 🙄

williamsracing: james wants us to tell you that you get a strike if you keep putting off his calls

yourusername: 👍

user: she really gives no fucks

user: not when she knows that netflix is involved

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"Hello?" You finally picked up James' call, after a few too many unanswered calls made you feel bad for not answering. Putting on your most innocent voice, you hoped he wouldn't be too mad.

"Y/n, where are you?" James asked his voice urgent and stressed. You grimaced at the tone, swearing internally.

"Home in Monaco on my yacht. Why?"

Jame groaned on the other side of the line. "Y/n, Netflix has been standing in front of your flat for an hour. You were supposed to be filming for them."

"Why, I didn't agree to them filming me at home. Only that it's okay if they follow me during races." You argued, clearly remembering those conditions.

"They didn't have any footage of you during the races, so they wanted to film a little segment with you in monaco." James argued. "I told you about that and asked if that was alright and you said 'yeah, yeah, alright'."

You frowned thinking back if he you did agree to that. And deep in a memory you pushed away you did remeber agreeing.

"Fuck!" You muttered. "What do I do?"

You knew that you couldn't escaped them now, you had your duties, whether you liked them or not.

"I'm gonna call the director and explain the situation and you are gonna go back to your apartment and just do a few hours of filming, after I promise to try to keep them off your back. Just please try to do this this once."

"Okay, I will, sorry James. Thank you." You muttered feeling bad for the stress you had caused the man and if filming a bit of dts got them off your back, you had to push through. "But only in my flat, I don't want them filming my family."

"Alright, thank you. I know you don't like the media, but it is important, I need you to understand that." James insisted

"Yeah, and I'm sorry again for pushing it off. I gotta go now, bye." You muttered.

"Goodbye." James replied.

You hung up and groaned. Why did you agree to Netflix in the first place?

The sound of your nephew on the top deck brought you out of your thoughts and made you step up the stairs.

"Well off to hell."

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maxverstappen1: did they get you yourusername: yes😔

[emberenchanted]

I love each and every one of these and I LOVE that Thor is PE and Drivers Ed 😅🤣

Shield High School Faculty and Staff

Mr. Nicholas Fury, Principal

Science

Dr.Bruce Banner Mr. Anthony Stark

Biology/ Chemistry Physics

Wrestling Forensics

Social Studies

Mr. Sam Wilson (Dept. Chair)

Government/Economics

Track

Mr. James Barnes Mr. Steven Rogers

World History US History

AP European History Baseball

Chess club

Math

Mr. Peter Parker

Calculus

Golf

English Literature

Mr. Loren Olson

British and World Literature

Fencing

World Language

Ms. Natasha Romanoff

Russian

Gymnastics

Electives

Mr. Eric Masterson

PE and Driver’s Education

Football

[cursivebloodlines]

“  i’m not the person you want.  i know you think i am.  but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake.  ” - for logan

Logan's heart clenched in his chest, the weight of her words crashing over him like a relentless storm. How could she say that? His face painted a picture of disbelief and anguish as he took a step back, his wounded expression bared for her to see. The gravity of her misguided statement stabbed at him, cutting through his soul like a knife. "What the fuck does that mean?" he spat out incredulously, frankly hurt she could say something like that to him. How long had he loved her in silence? How long had he loved her out loud? Facing unrequited love time and time again only for her to choose him when his heart was supposed to belong to someone else?

Timing, cruel and unforgiving, had conspired against him. Just as he had started a new chapter with someone else, there she was, disrupting the delicate balance he had fought so hard to establish and preserve their friendship. Yet, despite his newfound connection, his heart still clung desperately to the idea of being with Danielle. He had been prepared to abandon everything, willing to risk it all for a chance at love with her. His devotion remained steadfast, unwavering. And now there she was, trying to drive another wedge between them, a wedge that she was now forcing on him against his will.

"It's not a mistake. It has never been a mistake," Logan spoke, his voice cracking with emotion. His hands trembled as he ran them through his hair, a futile attempt to calm the tsunami of emotions raging within him. The fear of scaring her away forced him to tread carefully, to temper the intensity of his words. "I love you. Dan," he whispered, his voice filled with a plea. "How many times do you need to hear it? Want me to shout it from the rooftops so the rest of the world can hear it? I can do that. I will do that, whatever you want. Just tell me." With trembling hands, he reached out, gently clasping her hands in his, hoping that his touch could bridge the growing chasm between them. The pressure of his grip conveyed the silent desperation that consumed him. "I have never been so sure of anything in my life."

A frown etched itself upon Logan's face, his gaze shifting downwards to their intertwined hands. It seemed easier to focus on their connection, to avoid how vulnerable he felt whenever he looked directly into her eyes. As each passing second ticked away, his thoughts grew more tangled, weaving together a disheartening possibility he did not want to consider. He might be wrong but… couldn't escape the doubts that clawed at his already fragile heart. Did she experience a change of heart, a sudden shift in her feelings for him again, and decided she didn't feel that way about him after all? Was she protecting him from the anguish of rejection once more, convincing him that he didn't want her rather than inflicting further pain?

"Do you believe this is a mistake? Is that why you're saying all these things? All this…this bullshit?" Logan's voice shook again, the vulnerability laid bare for her to witness. What more did he have to lose? He was losing her all over again. "Tell me the truth. I can handle it. Haven't we already been down this road once or twice before?" The words escaped his lips, laced with bitterness. He regretted his spiteful tone, but the pain that consumed him left little room for restraint. His heart, battered and bruised, questioned how much more it could endure, especially from her. "I tried to move on from you, Danielle. And I did, remember?" he trailed off, attempting to conceal the heartbreak that reverberated through his voice, but it proved futile. Logan never was a man to hold back. Not for anyone, really. As much as he may have tried. "I threw it all away for you because I believed… I believed that you finally - you wanted me… that you wanted me as much as I've always wanted you. Please, just… put an end to this. I know what I want. The question is: do you?"

some angst idk ya'll i like crying | Accepting

[cursivebloodlines]

To say he was a wreck would have been the understatement of the century. No matter how prepared he thought he'd been, especially when the doctors dropped the bombshell that there was nothing more they could do and it was only a matter of time, nothing could've prepared him for losing her. Life was so fucking unfair. And cruel. It all crept on Logan way too fast, his brain was foggy, struggling to formulate a coherent thought. Every day was a mission to get through, his head on autopilot. The man who was once full of life felt as though it all had been drained out of him. At least he wasn't alone in his grief anymore. Being around someone who understood what he was going through and not having to listen to yet another person offer their condolences (which were becoming more annoying by the second) meant he could do something other than merely nod his head and murmur a half-hearted 'thanks'. "I...Yeah, likewise," Logan replied simply, straightening up as he forced a weak smile. How was he holding up? A good question. The easiest answer was to briefly acknowledge it and lie, insist he was doing fine. That was what everyone wanted to hear, didn't they?

But Callie wasn't everyone else. Which meant that he didn't have to offer her the same standardised lines he seemed to be repeating to anyone who asked. "I...don't think I am." Logan swallowed thickly, scrunching his face up at the sound of his voice cracking. A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he offered her a strained smile. "It still doesn't feel real. Nothing feels real right now. I dunno - all I do know is that I'm starting to hate the smell of flowers." Had he rambled too much? He wasn't even sure he made any sense. Quickly clearing his throat, he tried his best to snap out of his half-daze as he returned the question. "How're you doing? Thank you, by the way. For coming, for being here. It means the world."

Open Starter: males 30+ Plot: Callie has been in love with your muse since high school, but was always a best friend. Your muse dated and then married Callie’s best friend, but she recently passed from cancer. Callie is back in town for the funeral and to console your muse. 

Callie offered a small smile as she pulled away from the hug. “It’s really good to see you, I’m just really sorry it had to be under these circumstances.” she offered, doing her best to keep her own voice even, despite having to press her lips into a fine line before opening her mouth again. “How-How are you holding up?”

[silversurfersx]

media duties | f1grid pt.2

part 1

f1 grid x driver!reader [smau] - part 2

summary: the reader does anything to escape her media duties

faceclaim: Jamie chadwick and random peopke I found on ointerest

warnings: swearing, theoretical violence

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yourusername: got a visitor in the paddock today😊 he had the cooler car 😔

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user: is alex ok?

user: what happened in slide 3???

alex_albon: why did you post this?

yourusername: bc auggie is adorable alex_albon: obviously, but that's not what I meant yourusername: oh you mean me hitting you with my car... yeah, that's meant as a threat for everyone alex_albon: what for? yourusername: leading Netflix to my secret hideout alex_albon: you were hiding in the Haas hospitality with Auggie and the Haas kids yourusername: yeah I couldn't understand a word those two said

user: ah yes...

user: is it weird that I'm jealous of auggie's car?

user: no, cause same

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Auggie cruised in his Spiderman toy car in front of you through the paddock. In high pitched squeaks he imitated motor noises.

Chuckling at the small boy, you followed along grabbing your phone from your pocket when you felt a ping. Looking down you saw Alex's message about Netflix wanting to film a segment once again.

'I can't, I gotta take care of auggie, sorry'

You texted back, looking for another excuse, as you knew that taking care of Auggie wasn't the best excuse, as there were enough people at Williams who could look after your nephew for an hour. They did when you raced as well.

Your eyes moved over the paddock, stopping on Nico Hulkenberg kneeling alongside his daughter, who was Auggie's age.

"Auggie, what do you think about making a new friend?"

The blonde boy turned back, quickly hitting the brakes of his toy car. "A new friend?"

"Yeah, you see that girl over there?" You nodded at the small girl, whose name you never really learned. "She looks nice, doesn't she?"

"Yes! Do you think she wants to be my friend?" The boy asked eyes wide in question. You shrugged. "Maybe we could go and ask."

"Yes!"

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"Y/N what are your plans for next year?" The media person asked rising to their feat in the crowd of reporters during the press conference.

Slowly you lifted the microphone up to your lips. "I don't know."

"You were seen in the Haas hospitality earlier today. Was it contract related or did you hide from someone again?" They asked which was followed by chuckles from everyone in the room.

Smiling you answered. "I was hiding."

Again chuckles erupted.

"Did you get caught?" Max interrupted from next to you on the couch. Laughing you nodded. "Yeah, Alex told on me."

"Ah, you shouldn't have told him." Max reprimanded you.

"Yeah, I know." You nodded. "But I hit him with my car, so now we're even." You argumented, ignoring the wide eyes from the media. Yuki grinned from beside Max, who couldn't hide his own amusement.

"That seems alright then." Max replied.

"If i may interrupt and go back to my initial question." The reporter interrupted. "Y/N, what are your plans for next year, do you have a new contract in sight?"

"Not really." You shrugged. It was a lie, but it wasn't any of their business, yet and you didn't even know if t would work out.

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yourusername: a great honour to be able to join seb and his crew!❤

It was an absolute honour meeting you, seb and all the people who worked this project. I am proud to have been part of this!!!🇧🇷🤩🥰

SennaForver 🇧🇷🇧🇷

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user: absolutely beautiful what you did

user: we love seb!

user: senna forever!!!

sebastianvettel: it was an honour to have you join us as well❤ [liked by yoursusername]

alex_albon: so this is where you went?

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It was only logical that a day would come, where you were actually late for media duties, though no one believed you. Your constant lying about your whereabouts during media duties finally got to you.

"Where did you hide out this time?" Alex greeted you when you ran on stage for the fan event. "I didn't, I swear, I fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm."

Alex looked at you suspiciously, not quite believing you. "Was it Max?"

"No, I swear, I slept in." You tried to reassure. Looking out at the crowd you tried to convince them. "Sorry guys, but I swear I did sleep."

Laughs filled the crowd at you attempts of convincing.

"Was that a 'we believe you'- laugh?" You asked receiving once again a similar laugh. Leaning back to look at the Alpine boys who were with you. "Are they laughing at me or with me?"

"I think at you." Pierre teased and Esteban joined. "I would too."

"At least I know I'm funny." You replied, grinning.

Alex leaned towards you, putting the microphone away from his mouth. "Did you actually sleep in?"

"Yes, I swear." You replied.

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yourusername: I swear guys i played too much sims and fell asleep... also I got a special helmet ⛑️

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user: she's out here fighting for her life, haha

user: happens to the best of us

user: damn, she's fighting harder than when she's escaping Netflix

landonorris: did u feed me?

yourusername: i let you drown in the pool, lol landonorris: what 🙂 yourusername: oscar was really sad oscarpiastri: nah landonorris: 🥲 yourusername: that's rough

alexalbon: but did you?

yourusername: 🤡

user: sick helmet ⛑️

user: are we all just gonna ignore lando?

yourusername: ignoring him is always the safest option 👍

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Drive to Survive interview:

"Hello, my name is Y/N Y/LN and I am racing for Williams Racing." You closed the clap with a tight smile, the bright lights surrounding you blinded you.

"Okay, great, it's good to finally catch you." The reporter announced making you unwillingly smile. "Yeah, you guys are very adamant, just wouldn't give up."

"We promise to keep it short for you." The woman laughed.

"Grand."

"Where did you hide this time?" The question continued.

"At Aston."

"Is it nice there?" The woman said as the interview continued.

"It's very green."

"Oh, I bet. How are you finding this season as it is slowly ending? What are your plans for next season, there are only a handful of seats left?" The interviewer pressed as you shifted in your seat knowing what she was out for. Carlos took your Williams seat for next year, so the question arises, 'what should you do?'.

Obviously you were in talks with a few people, looking over the open seats and even at spots in other categories like wec.

"It's been crazy, but I know what I'm doing."

"So you got a plan?" The woman asked curiously. "Is it for vcarb? They've been looking at you, I've heard."

You shrugged pursing your lips . "RedBull sugar free? Who knows."

"You're really not giving us anything, aren't you?" She interviewer chuckled and you smiled cockily.

"Nope." You looked over the camera personal, as the interviewer searched her notes. "Are we finished? Do you just cut to some dramatic scenes of me now?"

The lady shook her head chuckling. "Not quite, sorry."

Internally sighing in disappointment you nodded.

"Alright."

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[CAPTION] thank you Charles (my secret santa) for the invisability cloak, now I can hide even better☺️🧙‍♀️

charles_leclerc: you are welcome ☺️🥰 yourusername: 😘

[unalteredgraces]

ARCANE: "Are we still sisters?"

Antigone // Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you, Gabrielle Calvocoressi // x // x // The Other Boleyn Girl, dir. Justin Chadwick // Soup Is One Form of Salt Water, Heather Christle // Hope You're Well. Please Don't Read This, Lev St. Valentine

[quickstappen]

hiding in the seams:

SUMMARY: after one of paola's dreams was crushed, she will not let go of the other one easily, even if it means losing her family in the process

PAIRING: oscar piastri x fem! fashion designer! oc

WARNINGS: language, possible mentions of abuse

DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

fc: Auliʻi Cravalho, Jamie Chadwick

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track 001: end of the beginning

track 002: we took out all her teeth

track 003: twisting stories, all because you're jealous

track 004: the see is calm

track 005: i love you

track 006: i'm ready for their stones

track 007: you think that you're the man

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[cursivebloodlines]

As funny as their timing, as their everything was really - there was nothing Logan would change about the situation. Maybe the part where she knew how she felt sooner, would've been better. But it was better to be late than never at all. Sometimes, it took a wake-up call to get the ball rolling. And it sure as hell rolled a lot quicker than he could have ever anticipated. What mattered most was that it was with Danielle, no one else. It wouldn't have mattered to anyone else. It was common knowledge that he was awful at doing things in the proper order. It was something he dealt with when working with code, though - the obvious routes weren't always the correct ones. It sometimes took a different direction, or twenty before reaching their destination. And now here they were. Destination: the start of something new. Hopefully, maybe. If that was what Danielle wanted when they were back into reality. For now, he wanted to cling to this moment for a little while longer, refusing to even acknowledge the world going on around them. Outside of them. It didn't exist, not now, not yet. It was Logan and Danielle, Danielle and Logan. Nothing else mattered.

Their exchange of intimacy was something new even for him. Of course, he'd tumbled into bed with other women over the years, had been in other relationships, had fallen in love occasionally...but he had never been the overly affectionate type. 'Pillow talk' or whatever people called it these days wasn't really something he was entirely bothered about or comfortable with. Well it wasn't that he wasn't comfortable with it as such, it just felt awkward. Like it was something he would do to make others happy. But this... with Danielle? It was one of the most profound and natural feelings he'd ever felt, and to him that solidified his feelings (not that there was ever any doubt, but it reinforced that she really was the one person for him) for him. "Good. Perfect. I've never been happier than when I'm with you," he spoke softly, his voice filled with utmost sincerity. It was nice to just be open and honest, with nothing getting in their way. Yet. "So if you're happy that I'm happy and I'm happy that you're happy, and we are both happy...then that must mean we're double happy. Or triple. The happiest." It felt like such a dumb thing to say, but the thought made him laugh anyway. He laced his fingers with hers, intertwining their hands and brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss against her fingertips. Could she be any more perfect? And she did it all without even trying to be. She just was...everything. Maybe Logan was a bit biased. But it didn't change a thing. "What's surprising about it? Really?" he quizzed, in his usual playful way but also because he...wondered. He figured it was a given. The way her flush deepened had him grinning from ear to ear. Yep, he still could definitely push her buttons. Wonderful. That will never get old. "Only twice?" He joked, repeating himself just changing the number. Truthfully it made him wonder all sorts of things, silly questions that don't matter as such but it would be funny to see just how flustered she could possibly get; every time he thought they were at peak flushes with her, it would only deepen which only egged Logan on even more. He really was a pain in the ass, wasn't he? "In a panic? I....don't know whether or not I should be offended at that," the man teased further, understanding why she may have done that. Panicked. After all, she supposedly hadn't felt that way about him. But still - he wouldn't be Logan if he wasn't poking fun at Danielle. "Can refresh both of ours if you want...I certainly wouldn't be complaining..." he said, a cheeky grin on his lips, happy to go along with whatever she wanted from him. A muffled chuckle left him as he heard her words... he knew what she was saying but wanted to hear properly so he retreated - only ever so slightly, to murmur, "Say that again."

His hand still combed through her hair, though he allowed his eyes to flutter shut at the sensation of her hand caressing his cheek. How he could quite happily lie there, having her do that for hours. Her touch was the most soothing thing for him. Loved every minute, craved every moment. Made it all the more special. Logan forgot about the call as soon as Danielle started speaking again; what's it they say? Out of sight, out of mind? "Or never at all," he mused, not finding it funny by all means but...it was a possibility that she may never have realised it if it weren't for...outside forces. His face fell slightly as she trailed off, filling in the blanks in his head automatically. A pang of guilt tugged at his heart but shook it off just as fast. Not now. That would be dealt with later, if he chose. He didn't want to deal with it at all though, just stay in this little cocoon for the two of them. Enjoy their little bubble of happiness that little longer. "I'm glad it did... take over for a day, I mean." Did that mean it was only for the day? Today? Logan was too frightened to ask. He let his hand stroke her arm, softly drawing random shapes in her skin absentmindedly. Eyes opening, looking into hers with another little smile. "How about forever?"

Things were all out of order, and she couldn't help but wonder if they would always be that way. Out of order, and just veering off the path. It was great now, but would that way of life come back to haunt them? Probably. Scratch that, yes. They could handle it though. Right? That notion that if they were together, they could go up against anything. Danielle and Logan, against the world. Yeah, that had a nice ring to it. It was wishful thinking, but a lot about them was. What was one more thing?

The whispering was so intimate, it was quickly becoming a favorite of hers. She loved that it was something only they shared, no one else was allowed in. "I'm always happy with you, that's never changed." Danielle was grateful for his follow up. She wanted to ask, but somehow, was still afraid of the answer. Do I make you happy? It was a loaded question, but of course, he had the perfect words. "As long as you're happy...I'm okay." And they were back. One sweet comment in exchange for endless teasing. It was the way they worked. His grin was impossible to miss, and impossible to not love. Maybe she could withstand the teasing, just for that. A raised brow, assessing his mock offense. If Danielle didn't know any better, she'd believe he was genuinely shocked. "Nope, not complaining, just surprised to learn!" Admitting that was a surprise to her as well, she swore that was going to the grave with her. Oh god, Logan was relentless. The flush in her face darkened, "yes. Once...or maybe twice," she admitted. Why was she telling him this?! The daze was making her a bit too honest for her liking. "Reality was definitely better, I didn't wake up in a panic. That's for sure. Refresh my memory or yours?" she asked, eyes glancing up to catch his reaction. All in good teasing. This felt right, it was the moment in movies - just sitting together, letting the time pass. Enjoying each other's company and wishing it never ended. It was a rush of happiness that many chased their entire lives. Then, Logan said it. He'd said it before, so had she. You're so dumb, I love you. You're my best friend, I love you. God, I hate you! Fine, I love you. Everything in between had been said, but never like this. Any other time, Danielle would've frozen. A deer in headlights. It had happened to her before, someone tells her those words and she didn't respond. Just stood there, thinking of something to say. Awkward, no surprise that didn't go far. She was sure she'd told Logan about that time too. Not this time though. With Logan, it was so easy to let love flow, to just let it be. Their lips meeting didn't allow her to speak properly, the words surely came out mushed together. "I love you." Hopefully, he understood.

It was easy to notice his change, the few seconds of panic when their conversation shifted slightly. Her smile fading didn't help, did it? She couldn't help it, talking about the 'before' was not something she felt like smiling about. Danielle just hated making him feel that way. Luckily, his face softened and she absentmindedly stroked his cheek. The softness of his skin bringing her comfort as she spoke. Her heart was doing somersaults upon hearing him. His heart was hers. God, she really did this all wrong. Didn't she? This whole time, his heart was there - just for her, and she only realized it now? When he confirmed the call wasn't important, Danielle took it as permission to keep speaking. Who even called these days? Probably spam."Got it. Well, I was saying..I didn't want to. Get over you, I mean. Jealousy is a nasty thing, effective though. I wouldn't have figured it out otherwise, to be honest. Probably would've taken me a couple of years. It just didn't seem fair, to ruin your.." his relationship. It wasn't easy to say. "To ruin your life, because I figured it out late. That's why I came over today, to do the right thing, but I don't know, think my heart took over for the day." Clearly, her brain was on a much-needed vacation. Overthinking wears you out. "I do, I am in no rush at all...I'll stay here as long as you want me to."

[paracosmic-murdock]

i still got love for you

part six: because i am with you

pairing: francesca bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: leaving for bath out of the sudden was the hardest thing you had had to do, not particularly because you had left your parents and home behind, but because your friendship with francesca bridgerton was ripped away from you a sudden summer morning.

five years later, francesca arrived in bath for the season to practice pianoforte with her aunt winnie, and finally, you see her again after thinking you had forever lost her. how much you wanted for your love to live and beat still, how much you wanted for francesca to say so.

warnings/tags: sapphic francesca bridgerton, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, am i gay quiz but make it nineteenth century somehow, inspired by an emily dickinson intimate letter to susan hunington dickinson, song: seven (taylor swift)

word count: 2.5K

❁ part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

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“I move on wings now, on wings as white as snow, and as bright as the summer sunshine—because I am with you.” (Excerpt from Open me carefully: Emily Dickinson's intimate letters to Susan Hunington Dickinson by Emily Dickinson)

“Frannie?”

She looked up at Charles.

“It will be alright,” he murmured, leaning closer to take her hand in his. “I promise.”

Francesca nodded, sighing nervously. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

They were silent, but not for long as you appeared finally. A light layer of sweat gave away your rush.

“My apologies for the delay!” you exclaimed as you sat beside Francesca, sighing tiredly. You spoke, but not before giving her a sweet, swift kiss on the lips. She blushed. “I could not find my fortune necklace.”

“Fortune necklace?” Charles questioned, grinning at your actions.

“We are about to tell Francesca's family that we love each other. All the fortune to come is greatly appreciated.”

“You keep scaring me.”

You pursed your lips. “Don't you mind me, my darling.”

“It is for the best if you don't. Ever.” Your brother smirked.

“Oh, hush you.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed.

Francesca smiled lightly and touched your hand. “Care to grace me with your attention?”

“For you, my darling, forevermore.” you replied, looking at her attentively. She blushed and looked down, and then beside her. In her hand, there was a white rose destined to you.

You grinned happily. “It is certainly beautiful. I adore it.”

“I would appreciate it if you stopped acting like a newlywed, loving couple. Public displays of affection discomfort me.”

“Apologies.” Francesca suppressed an amused smile.

“I do not regret a thing,” You shrugged. “Go find yourself a love match and leave me with mine.”

Charles scoffed. “Lord save me from the two of you.”

“Bridgerton!”

“Lord Chadwick!” the Viscount exclaimed. “It has been a while, has it not?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning closer to Francesca until you could whisper without anybody else hearing. “They should marry each other instead.”

She chuckled lightly. “He has not noticed us. Not even his own sister, can you believe it?”

“I fear I believe it firmly.”

Soon enough, your brother and Francesca's ended their conversation, and their attention shifted to you and her. Anthony kissed his sister's forehead and then went to you with a wide smile.

“Miss Devereaux, what a blessing to see you after so long.”

You laughed. “Lord Bridgerton, how much you flatter me.”

He shook his head while he laughed and hugged you. “Welcome.”

“Thank you,” you replied. “I must say I am grateful for your fiancée and all the work she has done with fixing that attitude of yours.”

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Come in, the family is eager to see you finally.”

Soon, you were all in the drawing room chatting about anything and everything.

Every once in a while, you and Francesca locked eyes, silently asking the other when to speak. However, you didn't do it. Not during lunch nor during dinner… you just didn't. Instead, you sneaked out of your room and went to Francesca's when everyone was fast asleep.

“What should we do?”

“I just do not want to say it when it is my brother's wedding so soon. We cannot steal the attention.”

You nodded, snuggling closer to her and holding her close to you under the bedsheets. “You are right. I believe we should tell them after Anthony and Miss Sharma leave for their honeymoon. Perhaps, we could tell Anthony only so he knows. You know, before he leaves.”

“We could, yes,” she agreed. “Although, I am scared.”

“I think they will understand,” you said. “They are great, and they love you truly and unconditionally. Whoever you love will not change that.”

“I cannot help but fear a negative answer.”

“We will always have each other either way, alright?” you promised. “Always.”

She smiled weakly. “We can move to your family's beach house.”

“Of course we could,” you answered. “We could go wherever you wish… The Chadwick Seaside House is most wonderful! Bigger than the Devereaux Cottage that you used to love. My parents will not allow me or Charles to set foot there while they breathe, so we could make use of our late uncle's properties.”

“How is it?”

“Mmm… it is big and it looks like a smaller palace. It is full of art pieces and it has a beautiful library; we can see the sea from every balcony and it is on private land. My brother brought a magnificent piano from Germany so I could play there. You would love it.”

“We should live there.”

You kissed her lips. “Right?”

Francesca chuckled. “Yes.”

You nodded and kissed her again. She kissed you back, getting closer and closer until the only thing keeping you from the closeness you so much yearned for was the fabric of your chemises.

“Hmm… What do you want, my darling?” you asked with a smirk.

She blushed and you laughed. “We could, you know…”

“Yes, I know.” You smiled.

Then you kissed her again, gathering the soft fabric of her garments until the end of it was in your power. You put your hand underneath her chemise, tracing soft shapes on her skin. Francesca, however, wanted you more than ever tonight. She feared that it could even be your very last night together, so she must honor it.

“I love you.” she whispered, undoing the buttons of your sleeping garments.

You helped her finish taking it off. “I love you, too.”

Right that moment, with her driving her kisses from your lips to your neck, you knew you loved her more than anything. When her mouth went to your breasts, you thought you would do absolutely anything for her. When she took off her own chemise and offered herself to you, you were sure you would leave everything behind just for her.

“Are you mine?” she wondered.

“Every piece of mine is yours to make your own,” you replied between the kisses on her breasts. “Are you mine?”

She moaned softly. “Yours. Yours only.”

With a satisfied smile, you left her breast and kissed your way south. You put each of her legs above your shoulders and kissed the tender skin of her inner thighs. Francesca moaned loudly, but covered her mouth right away.

You hushed her, speaking in between soft kisses. “This is not Chadwick House at night, my darling. There are many a pair of ears who could listen and question.”

“Mhmm…” she conceded, already shaking in anticipation, her eyes begging you to tend to her. “Please…”

You did as she told you and enjoyed the heavenly taste of her.

“And when, pray tell, are you going to tell the family?!”

Before, you thought that the finest melody on Earth was that of a piano, or that the greatest delicacy were chocolate biscuits. However, now you know better: the sound of Francesca begging you was definitely far above any composition, any dessert. Neither Mozart nor the best cook of Chadwick House could do any better, even if they tried.

You frowned. “Brother, give us time!”

“It almost slipped in a conversation with Anthony last night! We have been here for three days and you have not done anything yet!”

“Charles…” Francesca sighed. “The right moment has not come up, but I assure you, we will tell the family as soon as-”

“Tell the family what?”

The three of you looked at each other, alarmed.

“Brother!” she exclaimed awkwardly. “You have frightened us.”

“Have I?” Anthony grinned.

“Yes, you have!” You nodded.

“Indeed.” Charles ‘confirmed’.

“Why is that? Am I really that unpleasant to the eye?”

Francesca shook her head. “No! We were just distracted and you caught us off guard.”

“Sister,” He frowned. “Why are you acting like this? You have been behaving strangely since you arrived. All three of you. What aren't you telling us, huh?”

Charles pursed his lips. “I am feeling not so w-”

“You stay,” Anthony commanded. “You three must tell me what is going on or else I will have no other choice but to sit down with Charles and you know how easy it is to get him to speak.”

“I want nothing to do with this, let that be clear.” your brother stated. You rolled your eyes.

“What is this?”

“Brother, I…”

“We have been meaning to tell you something, Anthony,” you spoke after seeing that Francesca had frozen at the possibility of talking about it herself. “And we would really appreciate it if you were… open-minded.”

He made a confused grin. “Open-minded?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, looking at Francesca and her nervous frame. “We hope for you and the family to support us, but you must know that the lack of a blessing would not change a thing.”

“You two are scaring me,” Anthony replied. “I will choose the safest path and ask you if you have planned not to debut, not find a husband and remain unmarried to death or something of the sorts?”

You and Francesca looked at each other and then at him again.

“Not quite.” she said.

“Dear God!” Charles complained. “Speak at once, the two of you have me going insane!”

“Fine! We love each other!” Francesca almost yelled, catching the three of you by surprise. Even yourself.

Anthony gasped, this being way further than what he expected as the craziest possibility.

He looked at your brother. “What?”

“Look at us,” you ordered and he did so. “We love each other. We always have, just… Only as we grow older is that we figure some things out. The motive of Charles and I's departure from Kent was that our parents found and read my diary entries and learnt that I loved your sister. Neither like a friend, nor as a sister: I have loved her like a young love match couple loves each other. I love her as a woman, that shan't change, not now nor ever, with or without your blessing… We love each other and-”

“And we will always be together. We do not need your blessing, nor will it change me and her, but it is very important for me to have it; you are my brother and we- I want nothing but your unconditional love and support as always.”

“Did you know about this?”

Your brother nodded. “I did, yes. For quite some time as well.”

“Well, this is…” Anthony exhaled and pursed his lips after. “I need some time to think about this.”

“Of course you do,” you looked up, knowing he was having the best possible reaction. “We understand.”

He nodded, but before leaving, he kissed Francesca's forehead. “You must know that, above all, you are my sister and I love you and support you unconditionally.”

Eventually, Anthony came around and told you and Francesca that it was alright. He did not know how to help, but he loved his sister and cared for her and for you, and whatever makes you two happy, that is great for him.

She almost cried then and there.

A thing you weren't expecting, though, was his idea: telling the family before he and Kate left for the honeymoon. Hence, there you were.

“As I told you before, there is an... announcement,” Anthony said. “It is something we might not be accustomed to, but you must know that whatever rejoice there is in our family, should be shared between us all. This will not be the exception and should be as welcomed as Kate and I's marriage.”

Lady Bridgerton frowned. “Anthony, what are you saying?”

“Mother,” Francesca interrupted. “It is us who are announcing something.”

The two of you looked around at the confusion of the family. Charles seemed to be more nervous than you and Francesca; and Kate, to whom you had confided the news before, gave you a calming smile.

“Us? As in…?”

“Us.” you replied, pointing at Francesca and then at yourself.

You breathed in and out, locking gazes with an expectant Daphne, who seemed to have realized the matter. Then, as you averted Daphne's look, your eyes caught Benedict's. As soon as he noticed your attention was on him, he slightly pointed at Francesca and then at you with his head, raising his eyebrows right after. You nodded swiftly, a motion so vague that only he was able to notice and decipher. As a response, Benedict smiled widely, making all the tension fall from your shoulders.

“We love each other.” Francesca finally announced.

“We do,” you confirmed, seeing how everyone had different reactions, none away from surprise or bafflement. “And we are happy. You do not have to accept it or understand it, we cannot expect you to do so, not when it is something so… rare, at that.”

“We would love to have your support, but I- we understand it is not an easy matter. On the contrary: it is most likely none of us has seen it or heard of it before.”

“We needed you to know.” you finished.

There was silence until Hyacinth stood up with a big smile brightening her face. “Does it mean Y/N would be our sister officially?”

“Yes, if you have me.” you answered truthfully.

The youngest Bridgerton ran to you and hugged you and Francesca. Despite being in Mayfair for two weeks only, you easily bonded with Hyacinth. She was quite similar to you in many ways, and, in many aspects, you saw yourself in her. When she bickered with Gregory or Benedict, it reminded you of you and Charles; when she sat beside you and talked about anything as if you had known each other your entire lives, it felt rather wholesome and heartwarming.

“I do!”

You and Francesca laughed until you saw her mother standing in front of you. She hushed Hyacinth, who left reluctantly after muttering ‘good luck’.

“I do not know what to say,” Lady Bridgerton curved her lips. “Other than… remark my love for the two of you. Y/N, you are like a daughter to me, and reuniting with you has filled my heart with joy. Not only that, but now you tell me that you will be one of us… I am delighted for the two of you. I trust you completely with my daughter's heart. It is true that this is something that requires adjustment and that is going to be difficult to defend, but I am willing to do what it takes to ensure the happiness of my two daughters. And, my dear Francesca, I do not want you to ever doubt the love of your family. Whatever you do, dearest, we will always love you and support you… through anything.”

“I love you, Mama.”

“As do I.” She took her daughter's hand and then yours.

“Thank you, my Lady.” you said.

“I am afraid you must call me mother from now on.”

You smiled.

Charles cleared his throat loudly to get the attention. “May I be adopted as well?”

Lady Bridgerton laughed warmly. “The more, the merrier.”

Francesca looked at you with a pleased smile. “As much as you will hate to admit it, your brother was right… Everything is going to be alright.”

“Our brother, my darling,” you corrected her. “And yes, it will be alright.”

You focused on Francesca and on the feeling of immense joy that she caused you. Only her eyes were enough to melt your heart, and her smile made you smile, too.

Right then and there, you were more certain than ever that, as long as you are together, everything will be perfect.

the end

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With George Harrison at Kinfauns, July 1967; photos from Flip magazine, plus a screenshot from George Harrison: Living In The Material World.

“[At the Speakeasy on the night of July 3, 1967] a meeting between The Beatles and The Monkees [took place]. […] By 3.0[0] a.m. George was serenading everyone with the help of his ukulele, Peter Tork was playing banjo like he had just invented it, Keith Moon was drumming on the table. Micky Dolenz was chatting quietly to Paul. Mike Nesmith and his wife had slipped quietly away and the crowd had thinned slightly. But the party still had another three hours to run!” - The Beatles Monthly, September 1967 “Peter was sitting beside George. They called me over right away. George sat on the floor to let me in. All night long we were singing and joking. George made up this crazy, mad song about Harry somebody. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a party so much.” - Lulu, Monkees Monthly, September 1967 The following day… “At George’s house, Peter and George exchanged thoughts on the sitar and got along like old friends.” - Ric Klein, Flip, November 1967 “The next day, George invited me and Bill Chadwick out to hang with him. He showed us his sitar and we talked about music — Indian and Rock.” - Peter Tork, Beachwood Confidential Newsletter, 1995 “[George] was kind enough to invite me and my pal Bill Chadwick out to his house, and to take us to visit Ringo later that day. He was as kind and as gentle a man as you could imagine.” - Peter Tork, Liverpool Echo, 28 November 2011 (x)