#constellation conversation

[altairtalisman]

hiiiiii its been so long!!!! drew eva n emmett tgt bc my hearts in a chokehold bc of their relationshoip!!! i hope i got ur bday correct!!

It has been a while, and yeah, you got my birthday correct! I'm happy that their relationship has your attention, they're supposed to be one of the more ordinary relationships where there's no past drama... unless you count Eva's breakup with Charles and their deaths

Thank you again for the present!

[constellationxcollection]

We want to talk about our system so we are using this as an opportunity, hope that's alright!

All of us in the system have wildly different genders, orientations, hell even neurodivergency's due to how our brain works with that. We are completely separate people, despite sharing memories and a body, we are all very firm that we are simply a collection of people sharing a body.

When I (Vega) date someone, it is just me dating them. Johnny isn't dating them, Habit isn't dating them, John isn't dating them. It's just me. They can have opinions on the relationship, they can help me work through arguments, they can even just be like "dump them" as a suggestion if they rly think the relationship is unhealthy. But in the end it is MY relationship and not theirs, and they don't want it to be anyways.

We do not have a collective gender (maybe agender if we thought about it????) and we definitely don't have a collective sexuality. So we don't have a label for it. It is very much a case by case basis. The best we got are collective pronouns which are they/them but even then if a specific headmate is out their pronouns are whatever their preference is.

Idk, I think sometimes it's good to remember that some of us collectives do have very unique perspectives person to person.

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[incorrectfatui]

Collei: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?  Scaramouche: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

[cloud-somersault]

idk man, the epilogue is like this really deep...exploration of interpersonal connections and wants and desires interlaced with the complexity of circumstance and consequence and regret and guilt. and I started it as a like "haha, this is what I want! I want two monkeys being gay, haha!"

but it's so. fucking tragic, actually.

just in chapter 1, we see how defeated Macaque is, how lost he is. how he hesitates and flip flops constantly. how he says or thinks something with certainty, but then goes back on that. he tries so hard to commit to one path, but he truly is fluctuating and has no clue what to do

and wukong is just...certain of himself. he's certain of his wants and desires now after Constellations. He wants to maintain connections and put in the effort no matter what. and that..juxtaposition of them...is just so raw and hurtful in chapter 1 because we see that wukong notices that in Macaque because he knows him better than anyone.

And Macaque admits he's a little lost. he doesn't know what he wants. but he keeps walking. he wants to make his own choices. he wants to think for himself. he wants to see the truth for himself.

and as the days go by, as the weeks and months pass...as they grow and change, it's just sad. because it's not

the epilogue is not this "will they? won't they?" shadowpeach thing.

look at them as individuals. that's why i finally decided to change the perspective. because we needed to see macaque's thoughts. I've shown you wukong's; please give macaque that same level of attention.

when people write romance or relationships, they often misstep when it comes to the characters that are in the relationship. in order for that relationship to be believable and relatable and enjoyed by the audience, you have to develop the characters independently and together.

we cannot have shadowpeach until we know, with certainty, who macaque and wukong are.

[sukisukidaysook]

Apollo: Yeah so basically I’m a Libra which means—

Clay: Like Homestuck?

Apollo:

[aromanticasterisms]

this whole epilogue is just a little treat for me oh my god. "familiar faces arrive in simulanka" does not even begin to cover it

[not-poignant]

Excerpt from chapter 10 of Constellations, going up tomorrow!

‘Do you remember the stuff you did?’ Gwyn said, his voice tighter than before. ‘Yeah,’ Efnisien said, looking away from the window and staring down into his lap. ‘I remember.’ ‘The plush toys.’ ‘Yeah,’ Efnisien said, nodding. ‘You brought me water.’ Efnisien nodded again. His lips quirked up. ‘I pulled on your stitches.’ ‘This…stuff you did. Like eating poisoned food sometimes… Was it guilt?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Efnisien said, looking up so that Gwyn could see he wasn’t fucking around, or trying to be annoying. ‘I don’t know. I remember the things I did, but I don’t always remember the thoughts or feelings around those things. I think the plush toys… I remember it was important, somehow, because I slept worse without them.’ ‘You did?’ Gwyn said in amazement. ‘You destroyed almost all the ones you were given.’ ‘Yeah. The ones that survived were like special somehow. That’s weird, but that’s how it is. Those I kept. I gave you those. I think- Maybe I thought they’d help you sleep better, or be in less pain. I sometimes used to imagine they’d stop my nightmares. Which, in retrospect, is kind of foolish. Kid’s brains, huh?’ Gwyn stared at him, and Efnisien couldn’t interpret his expression. ‘But then I’d pull on your stitches,’ Efnisien added. He leaned against the armrest and sighed. ‘Sometimes – god, I’m sorry for this – but sometimes it felt like clocking into work. Like, time to start my shift, better make someone around me hurt.’

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Movie Bruno talking with Constellations Bruno would be amazing if you're up to it. Or the two Julietas.

I'm gonna go with Julieta!

Juli = Constellations!Julieta

Julieta...Had no idea what to do with this other version of herself. She was so like Isabela and yet...not.

Looking at Juli felt like looking at a fractured reflection of herself. Julieta knew what it was like to be Senorita Perfecta. Truly, she did. She was so mature for her age, so caring, so gracious, so patient, so sweet, what a fast learner, you must be so proud, Alma!

She wondered if the other Alma was proud of Juli. She seemed to be, but...

Oh, something was off. Julieta couldn't put her finger on it. It felt like trying to get through to Mirabel, trying to get through to her Bruno, to anyone in her family. She was met with a wall, a distant smile and assurances that all was well.

She quietly watched Juli, with her charming smile and graceful movements. A fun-house mirror of Isabela. There was something wrong, but what? Was Julieta just being paranoid? Projecting her own insecurities onto this strange version of herself?

She watched Juli give a gentle flick of her wrist, and blue roses crept up all the pillars in Casita's courtyard. Mamá gave an appreciative gasp and Dona Alma gave a proud smile and nod.

"My perfect girl," Dona Alma said, kissing Julieta's forehead.

"I wonder if that means I can change the colours of flowers too," Isabela said, humming thoughtfully. "I'll have to ask her when she discovered she could do that."

Blue roses. Something as impossible as the Gifts in the first place. Beautiful, unique, something to be proud of. Everything was fine. Everyone was smiling. Juli beamed at Isabela and offered her advice, and the two were soon making more flowers appear.

It was a lovely day.

So why couldn't Julieta relax?

She just...Needed to talk to Juli properly. That would surely calm her racing heart and anxious thoughts. A proper conversation would prove Julieta was just paranoid and projecting, and then she could leave the poor woman alone.

"Juli?" Julieta approached her, holding a tray of freshly squeezed orange juice and her own biscuits. "I was wondering if you'd like to take a break together?"

Juli gave her that perfect smile, so sweet and charming.

"That would be lovely, Julieta," she said. "Gracias."

[random-xpressions]

Those stars ask me: is she even worth, of all your sleepless nights? I smile with a silent answer: her light is as such, that would put even the sun to shame...

Random Xpressions

[peapod20001]

I like to think that if my tumblr pals came to my house, they’d have a good time

[altairtalisman]

may i ask, what is the Sixtended Universe?? is it just a massive open source collaborative oc-making thing based on tudor history people?? sorry if you're the wrong person to ask lol I just noticed you had the masterlist and it seems really cool— is it still going and is there a place where i can read up on the cast and plot?

The Sixtended Universe is... well, it's sort of like a spinoff from Six the Musical, except that we mainly view the queens featured in the musical as modern-day reincarnations. Thus why our OCs are mentioned as reincarnations in the modern day with varying backgrounds, such as working in the theatre that the queens perform in, attending their performances, funding them, and so on

In a way, it is collaborative considering that our OCs do have their own relationships amongst each other, not just with the queens. As for open source... I'm not really sure what you mean by that so I'll avoid answering that part

The Sixtended Universe isn't really going now considering that it's been quite a while, and there's not really a place to read up on the cast and plot considering it's just... us expanding on our own OCs' backstories and exploration of their past but in modern day. If I had to give a genre to it... maybe slice of life?

I hope this answers most of your questions!

[ladyimaginarium]

Happy Disability Pride Month!

This was made for our& constellation / system in mind — as plural people. Please don't treat them& like rp muses. Singlets can reblog but don't clown. Okay to reblog as fandom. Do not reblog this as headcanons, roleplay, aesthetics, kins, F/Os, IRL/Me or D/A's. We& are a mixed, multigenic DID system and we& are not your aesthetic. || Tip your local queer disabled native!

[grand-emerald-orbits]

what is the most recent movie you watched and what did you think of it

uhhh I don't remember. none of us are really movie people but whichever movie it was we probably liked it or were at least ambivalent about it ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

- [host]

[cloud-somersault]

Ooo, I want to know how you could fix him!! I loved what you did with Macaque. It would be wonderful to see what you would to Pigsy!!

LMFAODAMWLKDAJAOI sorry this made me laugh a little jioadsmakl because of what i did to macaque i was like "oh they mean cursing him??" but THEN i figured out you meant characterization wise LMFKSALDSL

uhm! so for Pigsy, I'd want to write him on the basis of a single parent raising a child unexpectedly with no preparation. The financial strain while owning a restaurant, how that upends a few things, how he has to learn so many things very quickly.

I'd want to level that with some maybe...childhood expectations. Pigsy had a mother who taught him to cook (was it his mother? or father..i don't know my pigsy lore) ONE of his parents he was close to taught him the joy of cooking. He'd want to be close like that with MK. But he's not sure how to go about it. It's hard for him to show affection because he's a hardworker. He's had to maintain things, keep things going, not take crap from nobody. He's had to fight.

so softening those edges is what I'd do. I'd show the attempts Pigsy makes to get close to MK. like sitting down with him before closing up the restaurant one day when MK's like "I'm gonna be Monkey King's successor!" And Pigsy's like, "Kid...are you sure this is what you wanna do?"

MK's like, "Yeah! I love the Monkey King. This is awesome!"

But Pigsy's like, "MK...there's a lot about this we don't understand. Hell, we didn't know magic was real until you went and got that staff. We thought Monkey King was nothing but a legend!"

"But he's real, Pigsy. And he wants to train me! Aren't you proud?"

And Pigsy looks at MK with sad eyes because MK should know Pigsy is proud of him, but he hasn't told him that enough. He hasn't been honest or open enough. So he tries now, even if it's too late. "I've always...uh..." Clears his throat, tries again. "I've always been proud of you, kid. There ain't nothin' you can't do."

MK is touched by this, and he smiles, eyes glowing with a magic he's not fully aware of yet. "Then...you'll let me train with Monkey King?"

"MK, you're an adult. You can do what ya want. But...it can't get in the way of your job, alright? That's how you make a livin'."

"That's fair. Thanks Dadsy!"

And off MK goes, up the stairs to his place. It's his turn to lock up, but Pigsy will handle it this time.

Pigsy just running his hand down his face, trying to figure out what he's going to do now that this is happening. He didn't have the heart to tell MK that this was probably a bad idea. He doesn't want to stomp on MK's dreams.

He just wants to protect him. And he's not sure if the Monkey King will do that. Probably not with how things went with the Demon Bull King.

So Pigsy prepares himself for another unexpected event, but that's just what being a parent is. He'll follow MK into this. He'll make sure he's safe. Because that's what he's been doing since MK showed up on his doorstep twenty-two years ago, and dammit, he's not stopping anytime soon.

[hello-eden]

 Surprise Reflection

Red robin feels like he has been hit by a truck. He has no idea why he feels like this. He knows for a fact he was drugged and not hit over the head but there are more important things to worry about.

He wakes up tied to a chair with both rope and handcuffs. it's going to take a minute to get out. He looks around at his captors who make it very obvious that his initial guess of cult is correct.

There's a summoning Circle in the middle of the room that they're working on. He has no idea what there's summoning. No one's turned around to look at him and started villain monologuing to tell him. He sees two other people tied up and he recognizes them. 

Red hood and spoiler in gear, which is an unexpected surprise he thought they were off tonight. Hood is still conked out but spoiler is awake and gagged. He wonders if she bit one of the cultists or if she tried Nightwings favorite tactic to be as annoying as possible. 

He's busy trying to unravel the rope silently all the sudden he hears chanting. That is the worst thing to happen at this moment. He has basically zero backup as hood is incapacitated and spoiler is just as tied up as him.

Red robin tries to is yelling at the cultist trying to figure out what's going on or at least distracting them with the fact he's awake but they don't seem to hear him.

A being appeared in a blinding flash of white light. There is an unsettling feeling in the air that seemed to emerge with them.

Their eyes glowing such a bright green that you could barely make out the shapes of their face. Their hair seems to come down to their hips alternating from black to white. Their body forming itself right in front of their eyes turning into something not quite human but trying to be. the being turned to survey the room from the cultist to the heroes trying to stop whatever ritual this was.

“ WHO DARES” the being said, sounding as if they've been insulted.

“ Oh great being of chaos and Power, we have come before you to ask for a boon ” one of the cult members came forward to say.

“what is this boon you wish for” The being asks clearly not wanting to be here.

 “if the mighty one would will it we would be most grateful to have the ones known as the Justice League destroyed”

 The Being stopped for a moment as if trying to figure out what the cult leader had just said.

“Is this a fu*king cult”

That stopped everyone in their tracks. 

“I would not call it a cult, I would call it a group created to promote your greatness.” the cult member says trying to save the situation.  

“ That's a cult,“ The Beings seem to start laughing as they realize who had summoned them. ”is this seriously what's going on. who the hell even is this Justice League that you've decided they need to be destroyed.”

“ They are people who promote the destruction of ourselves and have been working too stop the spread of your greatness.”

“ Your majesty,”  Red Robin says, hoping to swing this one there way as it's obvious whatever this thing it is not exactly fond of Cults. “We are Protectors of the place that these people have been trying to destroy.”

 “Are you trying to make me go against Heroes” The Being said, even without a clear look at their face you could tell they're in disbelief.

“You Dare,” The anger in their voice makes it very clear they are dangerous ”I am created from one of Realm's Greatest protectors. you dare try and make me destroy Heroes. I will enjoy giving you to the nightmare dimension”

Another bright light appeared though this time instead of just being inside the circle it covered the entire room. This time the light was a ombre of green and blue. Once the light dispersed all of the cult members seemed to have disappeared.

In the center of the room where the summoning Circle originally was stands a girl. her eyes are the same bright green with white hair but this time with a human face. A familiar face. She's wearing jeans with a constellation hoodie and matching Converse.

“apologies for the inconvenience I do quite hate when I'm summoned” The girl disappears just as she finishes speaking. 

It took Red Robin a while to realize what was confusing him but the second she left he realized. She had Damian's face. From the shape of his nose and the resemblance to Bruce even down to the bright Lazarus green eyes. She was a mirror image and he had no idea what that meant for them.

[lnfours]

august | l.n

summary: you were never mine ; aka the one where the summer fling comes crashing down, but after an unexpected face in the media pen, lando is left questioning why he ever left.

warnings: pretend lando got a later start in formula one, summer flings, slight brothers best friend!lando, reader ends up working in the industry, kinda second chance romance vibes, fluff, hints of angst if you squint, and mentions of sexual content. i had to cut this short because it was getting super long, so if you want a part two to this make sure to let me know :) anyways, happy august, my loves 🤍 may your air be salty and the rust be on your doors.

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summer: your favorite time of the year. where you’d spend your days outside, salt heavy in the air and the cool ocean breeze whisking away all your problems. your few months of peace where nothing else in the world mattered more than sitting on the beach by the ocean during the day and sitting by the cozy bonfire after the sun had finally set.

peaceful, until you had met him.

getting swept off your feet by the boy your brother had befriended was the last thing on your mind. but nonetheless, you had. his charming smile with cute dimples had you head over heels. moles charting his skin like constellations making him so much prettier. you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t breathtaking, laying on the lounge chair with his curls sitting almost perfectly against his forehead. so unaware at how your eyes danced over his figure behind your sunglasses.

a perfect example of beautiful chaos.

him and his siblings had gotten close to you and your brother, thankful for there to be people their age in the small costal town to befriend. you mostly kept to yourself and his sisters in efforts to push the crush you had quickly developed down. not wanting to start something that could never be finished. not wanting to put your heart on the line just for something to yank him from your grasps.

but after a week or so, you had caved in. getting to know him better every day. he had told you about his life back home, how he was a racer. wanting to make it to formula one, race amongst legends. you had told him about your studies in university, wanting to pursue journalism and things of that nature.

he listened with interest. being the only person who sounded interested in you talking about it, not like the others who had given quick responses when you had told them before. a change that brought a smile to your face and warmed your heart because he actually cared.

he had you opening up to him like a book, wanting nothing more than to understand the beautiful soul that stood in front of him. shared laughs and talks in the kitchen of your family’s vacation home echoing off the walls. sharing your deepest secrets, sharing stories about your youth that normally, you’d cringe about, but he found adorable.

and the two of you got closer, a bond forming between you. lingering glances and touches sending sparks through your bodies. and talks in the kitchen turned into conversations by the fire pit on nights where it’d just be the two of you. weeks of learning about each other. the weeks passed by quickly, and after the first month out of three he had known you like the back of his hand. and you had known everything there was to know about lando norris.

after a couple more weeks of subtle flirting and lingering glances, he had finally grown the courage to ask you what had been prodding at him since the moment he met you.

“can i take you out sometime?”

and like that, all your previous statements about not getting too attached, not wanting something for the sake of it being yanked away, was out the window. you met his green eyes, sparkling in the glow of the bonfire in front of you, a smile on your face as you spoke.

“sure.”

he pulled out all the stops. making reservations for the fancy restaurant downtown and bringing you flowers that had caught his eye in the shop window on the way back from his morning jog. a gesture that made you smile ear to ear and your heart beat quicken. a gesture that made you feel truly loved.

the first date turned into many more. wether it was getting dinner or ice cream in town, or heading towards the beach at sundown to watch the waves crash against the shore. the weeks carried on and you had dinner with his family, all of them ecstatic that he had found someone like you who loved their son the way they did.

you still remembered the day he had written against your skin. your stomach flat against the towel on the sand, back facing the sun that was slowly being swallowed by the ocean as the moon threatened to shine. he was propped up on his elbow, tracing shapes into your skin.

he drew with his fingers and you laughed softly, humming, “hmm, a star?”

he nodded, voice soft as he spoke again, “okay, i have one more. they’re words this time. ready?”

you hummed in approval, his index finger drawing a straight line against your spine.

i.

“i,” you said.

he nodded, writing out the next word.

love.

you furrowed your eyebrows as he drew the ‘e’, “love?”

“yeah,” he said, “last word, put them together.”

your heart squeezed against your chest as he wrote out the final word.

you.

you sat up, meeting his eyes, “you?”

he nodded again, smiling as he tucked the lose strand of hair away from your face.

“i love you.” it sounded heavenly coming from his lips.

you blinked at him, a smile finding its way to your lips, “i love you, too.”

you had pulled him closer by his neck, pressing your lips to his. his hand cupping your cheek, the two of you breaking away when the smiles had taken over your face, too wide to continue the kiss.

“c’mon,” you smiled, getting up from the towel. he followed your lead with a questioning look as you grabbed your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as the other hand grabbed your sandals. taking off towards the private entrance to the beach the lovely vacation home had come with.

“where’re you going?” he laughed, following you anyway. chasing after you with the towel in his hand.

“come find out!”

and he did, following you back up to the house. once he caught up, you were inside and up the stairs. you shut the door behind him, pulling him closer to you as your back pressed against the white wooden door.

“what’re you up to?” he smirked, letting your hands snake around his neck as his found their home on your hips.

“well, no one’s gonna be back for another couple hours,” you trailed on. he smiled, shaking his head.

“absolute minx.”

you smiled, reaching up and pressing your lips against his. he had immediately taken control, his hands moving to the back of your thighs before you understood that he wanted you to jump. he caught you with ease, never letting his lips leave yours as your legs wrapped around his torso, walking back towards your bed before he laid you down carefully.

you smiled as he climbed over you, leaving kisses against the exposed skin of your tummy in his path before his face met yours again, nose brushing against yours, “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

your hands roamed the skin of his back as his squeezed your hips before he pulled away, breathless.

“you’re sure?” he asked softly, “i don’t want this to be something you regret.”

you nodded, reaching behind you and pulling at the ties of your bikini top, tossing it to the side. he watched you with love filled eyes, mouth agape as your head hit the pillows again. a hand coming to rest against his cheek.

“i’m sure,” you smiled, “i love you, lando.”

and after that, you’d often find yourself twisted in your bedsheets with him. your head against his bare chest as your nails drew shapes into his skin. his lips leaving soft kisses to your hairline.

after one specific night, you had fallen asleep against him when he got the call. softly moving you to your side of the bed before walking towards the connected bathroom. the call he had been desperately waiting for.

it was finally his moment. he was making it big.

“can you be here monday?”

he glanced down at the date on his phone. it was two days from now. he’d never make it unless he left now.

he glanced back into the bedroom where your sleeping figure laid, head resting against the pillow as you slept peacefully. he swallowed, immediately feeling guilty. he should wake you up.

“lando?”

“hmm?” he quickly snapped back to the phone call, “sorry, uhm, you said monday?”

“yeah, just to sign some things. do some press, show you around, that sort of thing.”

he took a deep breath, “okay, yeah. sure, sounds good. i’ll see you monday.”

“see you monday,” zak brown’s voice was warm on the other end, “safe travels.”

lando pressed the red button with shaky hands, shoving his phone into the pockets of his sweatpants as he walked back into the bedroom. he grabbed his hoodie off the end of the bed, immediately feeling regret as he looked over your peaceful state. how you were unaware that he was about to leave and never come back.

and with a gentle kiss to your forehead and a mumbled, “i love you,” to your hair, he walked out of the room. walked right out of your life just as quick as he had entered it.

when you woke up the next morning confused that he was no longer with you in your bed. you tried to call, but no answer. you were met with silence. even in your texts you were met with the ‘delivered’ at the bottom of each one. tears flowing down your cheeks as you were left wondering what you had done for him to disappear. to pretend like you were never a thing.

it wasn’t until the fall that you had seen his face again. this time on an instagram post from mclaren. announcing him as a full time driver. he wore a smile, the same floppy curls you had loved, were still messy. hitting against his forehead. he had finally got what he wanted.

and the years went on, you continued to see him pop up every so often. celebrating podium placements and achievements, finally living the life he wanted. the life he had suddenly chose that no longer included you.

he had checked in on you every so often, too. smiling softly when your face popped up on his screen as he’d scroll through your account. you had the life you wanted too, graduating from university and smiling at the camera as you held your diploma. the hard work you had put in finally paying off and meaning something.

he lost track at the amount of messages he had typed out and deleted in your dms. lost track of all the times he had wished he had told you, lost track of the different outcomes he had came up where the ending had you in it. even after convincing himself you were better off out of this lifestyle, he couldn’t help but wish you were.

the knocking on his drivers room had pulled him out of his thoughts, swiping out of your instagram account as the woman smiled sweetly in the doorway.

“they want you for media.”

he nodded, tossing his phone to the couch, tying the papaya race suit around his waist and slipping the mclaren cap back onto his curls, sporting it backwards as he followed the woman down the hallway.

“where’s oscar?”

“he’s already there,” she said sweetly, “hasn’t been there long, though. only a few minutes.”

he nodded, smiling politely at the woman before entering the media pen. she guided him to the opening, smiling before stepping to the side. he took a sip from his water bottle, smiling at the camera man who tapped your shoulder to get your attention. an apologetic smile on your face as you spoke, turning towards the fence, “sorry-“

the same green eyes met yours and the both of you stood in shock for a moment. sure, you had known you were going to bump into him eventually, but on your first day? was the media pen really lacking that many reporters?

“y/n?” he asked, voice soft as your heart hit the floor.

you swallowed, gripping your notepad a little harder as you sent him a tight lipped smile, “hi,”

“since when do you,” he stammered, tripping over his own words before taking a breath, “since when do you work for sky?”

“todays my first day, actually,” you said, a nervous smile on your face, and if he noticed, he thankfully didn’t mention it, “i see mclaren’s been treating you well.”

“y/n, can we-“

“let’s get started, yeah?” you dodged his question, glancing down at your notebook. he nodded softly in response and you motioned for your camera man to begin recording.

as you stood there asking him questions about his race, all he could think about was if you had wondered the same things he did. if you, too, laid awake at night and thought about all the different scenarios and lifetimes where the two of you ended up together. he wondered if you hated him for how he left you, without a proper goodbye.

he didn’t know it, but you could never hate him. even after all these years you couldn’t hate him with a single bone in your body. not when your heart still beats for him.

he opened his mouth to speak after you ended the interview, but it shut quickly as the woman in papaya cut off his thoughts, whisking him away to do more interviews. you watched as he left, a sad and regretful look on his face as he made his way to the next reporter.

“you alright?” your camera man asked, noticing how you chewed on your bottom lip. a nervous tick of yours that everyone seemed to have caught onto.

you nodded, straightening your posture and taking a deep breath, pushing every thought you had to the side berore smiling at the man next to you, “yep, who do we have next?”