#i didnt because it was way too much Anxiety for me

[kiwihounds]

you know i really dont envy the judges of this event; theres so many junior handlers and a lot of them are of equal skill... how do you narrow it down?

[donaviolet]

Friendship is the most special thing in the world because no award could be give me bigger happiness than jumping around in my room and smiling because my pookie asked me if I wanted to match pfps

[thegirlmirage]

My kind friends... my kissing encounter with another trans woman... my general content feeling and happiness from HRT... things are good. They were so bad for so long but they are good right now.

[dinosauring130]

You know you have a problem when you start RELATING to the song Waving Through A Window

[girlcrushau]

[tamagotchikgs]

honestly i wish i could meet up w online friends but i am so filled w terror that my anxiety would make me so offputting and hateable instantly n then i wouldnt have any friends left HBJJBA,,,,, like,,, i cannot express just how bad my anxiety is between my avpd and never learning how 2 mask my autism i am probably the most naturally unlikeable person in existence n then id have to live w that maybe if i had just figured out how to fix myself first and make myself perfect n palatable then i wouldnt hav fucked it up like every other interaction irl

[godfistgonnalive]

when you make weekend plans early in the week and so now every day leading up to it is like purgatory

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

i hate this thing some people in fandom do - probably especially younger fans - where they take a character who is a bad person and will just. attribute random Bad Actions to them with absolutely no thought to character consistency.

and like. it's just fandom, it's just headcanons, etc, it doesn't really matter. but I think it's another symptom of the black-and-white thinking a lot of younger people fall into, and I really wish it would just stop.

[sick-as-a-dog]

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[ghostintheheadset]

im lowkey certain my new psychiatrist didn't fully believe i had ADHD at first because i answered "no" to a bunch of symptoms i got in trouble for a lot as a kid that i basically got forcibly under control by adulthood. she got really surprised at one point after id been on antidepressants for a while (which also did help but, yknow, not with the ADHD symptoms) and I rated a bunch of things on her depression inventory very low but then still gave the highest score to "difficulty concentrating" and she was visibly surprised by it like. girl i have an attention disorder!!

mood as fuck

questionnaire: do you exhibit xyz symptom?

me, panicking in my brain: well i used to but i don't anymore bc it was causing me problems of one kind or another so i have a somewhat ridiculous and excessive counter to it that i now do instinctively so i barely even realize that i have that symptom anymore

my eventual response: uh, no

[senseiwu]

hhhh i think I've shaken a few times tonight/this morning already...

[misfortunegirl]

i don't think i have an issue recognizing what emotion is what except for like that *very* specific sinking feeling i have in my stomach that just. makes me want to just throw up and puke and explode and implode and and and----

[aayakashii]

soooo I wrote this for the art god @devotion-disorder because

1- they're one of my favorite artists ever!!!!!!! And they're someone who portrays yanderes in such a 😙🤌 chef's kiss way that I can't help but admire

2- I am obsessed with their oc kuuya

but if you'd rather I delete it, just let me know!!

Warnings: NSFW, yandere behavior, unhealthy obsession !!! Minors DNI !!!

Part 2 of this fic here <3

The skin on the nape of your neck prickled, making you shiver at the strange sensation.

The steady gaze outside your window was so piercing and unmoving that it could be as sharp as needles nicking your skin.

Although, if you were to be fully honest, it felt more like a knife.

It would be just another night, if it wasn't for the fact that your co-worker lurked outside your house.

"Kuuya", you mouthed his name, just to feel how it moves against your lips, because you could never really say it during daytime without having him spiral headfirst into a meltdown.

Kuuya was a disaster.

He never talked to you.

You would sometimes catch him staring at you during work, which made him blush like an anime schoolgirl, but that was the extent of his interaction with you.

He was a regular employee, didn't stand out much, nor caused problems. He was just... there. Constantly looking exhausted, with his back hunched and in the verge of a mental breakdown.

And you were so attracted to that mess of a man.

Your friends would probably frown and sigh if they knew, but they were also pretty much aware of your type: sickly victorian-looking men, anemic, with extremely dark circles under their eyes, who probably sneeze a lot and shake like chihuahuas.

And, hey, that was Kuuya to a T. How could you not have a crush on him?

You soon realized, however, that he probably had a few screws loose.

It started slow, a few things going missing. First it was a pen, then some of your hair ties, then old post-it notes you had forgotten about, until their absence reminded you of their existence.

These things were inconsequential.

You wouldn't even notice their disappearance, if it wasnt for the fact that one day you saw Kuuya with a fluffy hair tie that looked way too similar to yours to be a coincidence. It even had the same little star charm that yours had.

And then you noticed the pens, carefully placed inside a cup near his computer.

And the erasers, the post-its, the pencils, all the other office appliances that you were pretty sure were yours.

But they weren't, right?

That was just your fertile imagination playing tricks on you.

Right?

One day, just to erase this silly idea from your head – I mean, you were probably just paranoid – you waited until you saw Kuuya take a break from his assignments and make his way to the bathroom.

You observed through the corner of your eyes how he stared at you while making his way to the other side of the office, anxiously shaking your leg as you mentally egged him to hurry up and go to the damn toilet.

As soon as you were sure he was inside and you were out his sight, you bolted towards his desk, earning a few pissed off glances from your other coworkers.

You had to work quickly though, since you didnt know how long he would take to come back. Looking over your shoulder constantly, you opened the drawers under his desk, searching for something and feeling silly all the while (what if you're the crazy paranoic one for real?), until your hands haphazardly touched some papers and you heard the sound of crinkles.

Looking over your shoulder one more time to make sure he wasn't around, you lifted the papers and mouthed a silent "oh." as you saw what was underneath them.

Dozens and dozens of candy wrappers, discarded notes and even more of those old post-its laid organized in what you could say was impeccable fashion, if it wasnt for the fact that it was all trash.

Your trash.

In the back, you saw some plastic bags with questionable contents, but your anxiety was in an all time high and you decided to just put things back were they were and close the drawer.

You had your confirmation. He WAS crazy and you were still paranoid, but at least you were right.

You made way back to your desk and sighed, sitting down.

Conflicted feelings pooled in your gut.

You knew all of that meant that he was indeed crazy and obsessed and potentially dangerous, but also... you couldn't really deny the excitement that made butterflies fly all around in your stomach and the giddy feeling that made your heart race with expectations – of what, you didn't know.

And as these feeling swarmed you, you failed to realize the pair of eyes that were locked tight onto your figure from the very start.

If Kuuya could properly express his feelings, he would be moaning and whining in pure despair.

They saw everything. They saw where he keeps all his treasures he had been collecting for the past months.

But why?! Why did they even think about looking for that? Has Kuuya been acting too obvious? But he made sure he wouldn't be too creepy! Well, at least not as creepy as he truly wanted to be. How was that happening all of a sudden?!

The taste of copper interrupted his mental breakdown and he looked down at his thumb, where tiny droplets of blood appeared after he anxiously chewed it.

"It's okay, it's fine" he kept repeating in his mind, like a mantra. He'd just need to see how you'd act around him after that.

If you stopped interacting with him (even if most of those interactions were just good mornings and good evenings coming from YOU), he would probably just... end it all for once. Or maybe kidnap you so you wouldn't run away. Whatever crossed his mind first.

With his heart beating loud on his chest, Kuuya walked back to his seat and forced himself to work, spreadsheets and numbers flashing on his mind, unnoticed.

All he could think was of your hands rummaging through his drawers.

Oh god, your hands touched his things.

Kuuya exhaled sharply, rubbing his thighs together to alleviate the sudden discomfort in his groin. What would he do if you never even looked at his direction again? Sure, you could even report him to the HR, but not being able to see you was a fate worse than being fired!

His mind tumbled, wandering through every worst scenario possible, and in his despair, he didn't notice it was already time to clock out.

"Good evening, Kuuya." You say as you pass by him, nodding your head, with a tight smile.

'Huh?'

Kuuya stares at nothing in front of him, until the fact that you talked to him registers in his mind.

'HUH?'

You talked to him?

Wait.

Did you really see what was in his drawers? Was he just hallucinating? No, there's no way he was. He saw how your colleagues stared at you when you ran to his table. They SAW you. Just like he did. So you saw everything. And you don't hate him? What the fuck. You don't find him disgusting? What? What the hell.

He didn't understand.

He couldn't understand.

He had to understand.

And so, he led himself towards your house, hiding in the bushes right in front of your bedroom window.

How lucky was he that you didn't live in an apartment building?

He was there to understand you better. Just for that. And it'd be just this time, he swore. Just to see what was up with you.

His breath was ragged and heavy and his cheeks burned red. He bit his bottom lip tightly to keep any moan from escaping as he palmed himself through his pants, while he watched the way you stripped yourself of your work clothes.

Quickly undoing his belt buckle and his pants, he let himself be completely overtaken by pure lust and began pumping his dick mercilessly as he was graced with just a little bit more of your skin, right in front of him.

He saw you sigh as you got rid of your pants and his eyes rolled back, imagining how you'd sound if he was the one taking your clothes off.

Oh, what would he give to be able to jump through your window and grab one of your dirty clothes and get drunk on your scent...

The thought made him buck his hips forward clumsily, and he gritted his teeth, hard.

Well, fuck.

He panted, while he observed the way his cum dripped from the leaves of the bush, and as coherent thoughts started flowing back to his mind, he suddenly hoped he wasn't moving too much to catch your attention.

You hadn't even looked his way, so he was safe, right?

Right?

You rubbed your thighs together as you kept your back turned to the window. The windowpane was open, in order to allow the wind to flow through your bedroom, and due to this little fact, you could hear a faint sound coming from the plants right in front of your window.

A quiet, almost indiscernible (if you weren't paying close attention) plap plap plap sound.

You bit your lip to keep your grin from spreading through your lips.

The dumbass was masturbating! Right there! Right in front of your room!

You sighed, feeling the heat pool in between your legs, but controlled your instinct to pull him out from wherever he was and fuck him silly in your bedroom.

You desired him so fucking much. You thrived in his attention, like a sunflower leaning towards rays of light.

The thing is: while you loved his obsession, you were also deathly afraid that he would lose interest in you as soon as he found out how much you also wanted him.

Much like a cat who discards a prey. Except this cat was wet, sad, pathetic and still, you were ridiculously eager to keep playing dead so he would put his grimy, sticky little paws on you just a little bit more.

How would Kuuya feel, you wondered, if he knew you were as obsessed with him as much as he was with you?

[ellies1luvr]

dealer!ellie x reader

(head cannons)

based on the song daddy issues by the neighborhood

A/n: Im writing this on my notes app, have never written before but i fear if i don’t write this it will never be written😅 currently going though a situation ship and im very touched starved so that is wear this is coming from‼️

Idc if minors read

please give me feedback even if its not the nicest it is really appreciated!!

TW: erm lesbians, reader having daddy issues, casual by chappell roan mentioned, crying, panic attacks, anxiety, reader sits on ellies lap, weed, lmk if i missed anything!! no use of y/n‼️

Dealer Ellie who met you at a party having panic attack

Dealer Ellie who brought you back to a random couch at the frat party and gave you free weed to calm you down while having a meaningful conversations

Dealer ellie who drove you home and got your phone number

Now anytime you have a panic attack or anything close to one, you call ellie and she comes over with free weed/ holds your hand and comforts you the whole time

“hey pretty girl” “there you go pretty”

when you smoke to much shes there to ground you

“its okay baby i got you, your safe with me”

Soon after you both catch feelings, not telling each other because you don’t want to ruin whats going on.

You call ellie one afternoon asking if she can come over, shes really busy but you dont need to know that and comes over.

you both end up confessing your feelings and make out on the couch, soon you both fall asleep in each others arms

by the end of that night you and ellie are bound by the hip (i think thats how the saying goes?? idk) ellie always with you in someway or some form.

Ellie soon finds out about your attachment issues and fear shes gonna leave you in some way, (hints daddy issues😅) but that fear is soon subsided by ellie and her always with and doting on you

at the beginning of you and ellies relationship, you tried not to get too comfortable but as soon as you do, you are clinging to ellie all the time.

(deals, in classes, restaurants, idk but always touching ellie and ellie always with or touching you in some way)

Getting with ellie didnt stop all your panic attacks or anxiety, when bad panic attacks would happen you would sit on ellies lap with a tv show playing in the background, ellie lighting a blunt, lightly placing it between your lips watching you inhale and exhale

Dealer ellie making that collage dealer bank, would take you shopping all the time.

no matter what your style, hyperfem, on the masculine side, or neither she would spoil the hell out of you.

You and ellie dont have sex untill about a month into the relationship, deciding to take it slow

You and ellie rarely ever got in fights, (you being sensitive also hints daddy issues😅) would cry when ellie raised her voice at you, not trying to be manipulative in the way that anytime you two get in disagreements you cry, but when she would yell, yes.

“ellie that girl was flirting with you i saw it”

“babe no she wasnt”

“ellie please just stop dealing to her”

“babe its my fucking job to deal what do you expect for a dealer in a collage campus not to get hit on?!”

when she heard sniffles her heart immediately dropped realizing that she yelled.

safe to say that girl never got another ounce of weed from ellie again.

i feel like all of ellies past relationships were just “casual” but with you it was very different!

Red wine supernova by chappell roan is definitely her favorite song on rise and fall of a midwest princess (but she relates to casual 😅 the most)

The first time she took you to meet joel you cried bc your dad cut you off once he found out you were gay , and especially not a dad like joel

one time when you amd ellie once woke up early enough to make breakfast before classes, you started a playlist on you phone

Naked in manhattan by chappell roan started playing, you started dancing and ellie soon followed hugging you from behind kissing your neck

Suggestive

at party’s when ellies dealing, you would always be perched on her lap, facing ellie, counting her freckles

Ellie being ellie is horny when shes high, you being you are emotional when high but that doesnt stop yall from having heated moments when both of yall are high.

i feel like ellie would have Lunch by billie eilish playing when shes high and that always leads to a long (fun) night

thanks for reading dykes‼️

[ravenromanova]

Make you mine

Parings: Bucky x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+! Slight metal arm kink, Breeding kink, Unprotected sex. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE

Summary: You try to cut off things with Bucky but he has other plans.

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The room was thick with tension and your heart was beating in your ears. You knew the arrangement you knew it was just sex so why did it hurt everytime he left? It hurt because you loved him even though you know you shouldn’t.

“I’ll see you after my mission Doll” He says quickly pulling up his pants along with throwing his shirt back on. Your eyes are stuck on him as he gathers his stuff from your room. He walks over and kisses your head before leaving…that’s new you thought to yourself.

“Yea” Was all you managed to say as you watched him leave your room. With a heavy sigh you lay back against your pillows and try not to cry. You felt so stupid, so weak, so pathetic for falling for him. You knew you needed to put a stop to this and you were going to do so when he came back.

Hours went by and you showered before making your way to the kitchen. When you walked in you were greeted with Natasha and Sam sitting at the island sipping their coffee.

“Hey sunshine” Natasha smiled at you while Sam smiled and greeted you as well.

“Morning guys” You said faking a happy tone and smile. Luckily for you they didn’t notice anything off with you and if they didnt say anything. So you just went about making your coffee and went to go sit outside by the lake out back.

The sun felt nice on your skin but not too much to overheat you due to the cool wind blowing by. A smile settles on your face as you watch the ducks by the lake and enjoy the caramel flavored coffee. While you sat there you got lost in your thoughts and started thinking about him. You couldn’t feel anything other than sadness was over your as you thought of him.

After about fifteen minutes of thinking you decided that you really needed to cut whatever this was off when he got back tomorrow from his mission. You couldn’t keep pretending you weren’t in love with him anymore. Once you figured out what you were going to say to him you decided to head back inside.

You walked back inside and went straight to your room without talking to anyone not wanting to be social at the moment. And when you walked into your room your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. There were rose petals on the bed, candles littered your shelves and desk. And the last thing you noticed was Bucky standing at the end of your bed.

“Bucky what is this? I thought you were on a mission?” You asked and he just smiled and walked closer.

“I was” He said taking your hands in his. “And now i’m just finishing it” You shot him a confused look clearly not getting what he was saying. “My mission is to make you mine” His voice was genuine as he spoke.

“B-But you said you didn’t want a relationship” Confusion and anxiety were laced in your voice. Bucky took his fingers and tilted your head back so you looked at him.

“I was wrong… I do want a relationship…One with you” His words got you like a truck and you’re eyes up with tears.

“I-I” The words come or broken and stuttered as you speak. Bucky takes this as his chance to show you how much he loves you. He takes your face in his hands and brings you into a deep and passionate kiss. Instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He uses this as an opportunity and grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pins you against the wall.

The kiss is the most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared. It was messy, heated and filled the air with extreme tension. You started to grind yourself against his crotch once you felt the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck doll you keep doing that i won’t be able to control myself” He grunted in your ear.

“Maybe i want you to lose control” You whisper against his lips and his eyes darken at your words.

“Fuck it” Bucky said and before you knew it you were thrown into your bed. He wasted no time in settling on top of you. His strong hands moved their way to your body before he ripped off your shirt. You gasped when his metal hand gripped your clothed chest. Bucky reached behind your back and unclamped your bra and rolled at your bare chest.

“So fucking pretty” He praised kissing your chest making you blush. Even though he’s probably fucked to over a hundred times by now you never ceased to amaze him. He took his time and worshipped each of your breasts leaving marks in his path before moving down.

“Please” You whined as you felt his hands travel down to the hem of your shorts. His metal hand slipped under both your shorts and underwear making you jump slightly.

“So wet bunny” He chided with a smile when he felt your slick cover his fingers. His flesh hand ripped off your shorts and underwear leaving you completely bare under him.

“Please Jamie please fuck me” You beg gripping onto his broad shoulders. Bucky smiled down and gave you a quick kiss before riding himself off his clothes. You couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of you, he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. His toned chest and abs, The most crystal blue eyes, Long dark hair that you adored he was truly a work of art.

His hand roommate your body and gripped your hips as he admired the beautiful woman in front of him. “If we do this…it’s not like the other times understand me? You’re mine babygirl” He said with a softer tone than he’s been using.

“I’m yours Jamie” Those words leaving your mouth unlocked something primal in him and he wasted no time in pushing into you. Your hands flew to his shoulders when you felt his thick cock stretch you out. It had only been a day since you two last fucked but it always feels like wells with how big he is.

“So fucking tight baby” He grunted as he bottomed out hitting your g-spot. Your head flew back from the immense pleasure you felt. Bucky thrusted into you hard and with passion making your orgasm approach faster than anticipated.

“Fuck yes right there baby” You moaned feeling the tip of his cock hit that special spot over and over. Bucky’s grasp on your hips became tighter as his orgasm approached as well. The room was filled with the noises of skin slapping and the wet sounds of your soaked pussy. And the air was thick with the smell of sex and Bucky’s cologne.

“Gonna fill you up bunny. Gonna fucking breed this tight pussy” He groaned as his thrusts began to falter. Your orgasm ripped through your abs your back arched as you came with a scream. Bucky’s orgasm came right after yours and he made good on his word and filled you up.

“Oh fuck Jamie” You moaned when he fucked his seed into you making sure none would leak out.

“Gonna make you a mommy” He said before he pulled out of you with a soft groan. The both of you were panting messes as you laid on your bed. After he caught his breath he pulled you on top on him and gave you a kiss.

“I love you y/n. I’m sorry i pushed you away. I’m sorry i made you feel like i didn’t want to. I love you more than anything and i swear to you is you’re mine i’ll make it up to you everyday of my life” He said genuinely as his thumb rubbed your cheek.

Hearing those words from him made your heart swell and your eyes water. “I love you too Bucky” You said tearfully bringing him into a deep yet soft kiss. Everything you’ve ever wanted is fully coming true and you couldn’t be happier.

That night the two of you proved your love for each other in every way possible. He told you throughout the whole night just how much he loved you. And you told him just how much he meant to you before you two fell into a blissful sleep.

~The end ~

[the-offside-rule]

Logan Sargeant (Williams) - Forever & Always

Requested: no

Swift Series

Warnings: none

Y/N Button stood at the edge of the track, the familiar roar of engines filling the air at the Goodwood Festival of Speed. The vibrant energy of the event couldn't completely mask the anxiety bubbling inside her. She adjusted her sunglasses, trying to blend into the crowd. "Y/n." Her father, Jenson, called out as he approached her. He gave her a warm hug. "About time." He chuckled, patting her back. She smiled seeing him. His black shades, his race suit tied around his waist. It was just like back in the day when she was growing up; same old dad. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Dad." She replied, forcing a smile. "There's a few of your friends here. I was chatting to them a few minutes ago." Y/n nodded. Jenson's eyes softened with concern. "You know, Logan's here too." Y/n's stomach tightened. Of course, she knew. Logan Sargeant, her ex-boyfriend, and her father were both driving today. It was impossible to escape his presence, no matter how much she wanted to.

"Yeah, I know." She said, trying to sound nonchalant. Jenson hesitated before speaking again. "Maybe you should talk to him. It's been a while, and it might be good for both of you." Y/n groaned, her shoulders drooping. "Dad, I don't think that's a good idea." She protested. "We've moved on. Or at least, we're supposed to."

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Y/n sat on the couch, her eyes glued to her phone as she waited for Logan to arrive. He had texted her earlier, saying they needed to talk. Those words had sent a chill down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. When Logan eventually walked through the door, his expression confirmed her fears. He looked tired, defeated, and distant. Y/n's heart sank. "Logan, what's going on?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly, her face offering a reassuring smile that whatever was going on, she would be there for her. Logan avoided her gaze, running a hand through his hair. "Y/n, I... I can't do this anymore."

Her breath caught in her throat. "What do you mean? Do what?" She asked. "This." He gestured vaguely between them. "Us. I can't be with you anymore." Y/N stood up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Can you just tell me what has happened? Because there is no way you would break up with me so randomly. We were just fine yesterday and now you're practically heading towards the door after breaking this news. What did I do?"

Logan shook his head, his jaw clenched. "It's not you. It's just... everything. The racing, the constant travel, the lack of time. It's too much." She touched his face with her gentle fingers, an attempt to change his mind. "Logan, please." She pleaded, stepping closer to him. "We can make it work. We've always made it work." He finally looked at her, pain etched into his features. "I don't think we can anymore, Y/N. I'm sorry." Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out, grabbing his hands. "Don't do this. Please. I love you." Logan's resolve faltered for a moment as he felt the warmth of her touch and saw the tears streaming down her face. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a desperate, bittersweet kiss. For a brief moment, it felt like everything might be okay.

But then Logan pulled away, the reality of their situation crashing back down on him. He looked deep into her eyes, seeing the heartbreak and desperation in them. He didnt want to hurt her more than he had to. "Y/n, I have to go." He said, his voice breaking. "No, Logan, please!" Y/n cried, clutching his hands tighter. "We can fix this. We can—" He gently but firmly pulled his hands from hers, taking a step back. "I'm sorry, Y/n."

With that, he turned and walked out the door, leaving Y/n standing there, her world shattering around her. She sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face as she wondered what she had done wrong. The silence of the empty room was deafening, the absence of Logan's presence a gaping void in her heart. Y/n sat there for what felt like hours, replaying their last moments together over and over in her mind. She sat by the phone, half expecting him to call and feeling more and more defeated each second it didn't ring. She couldn't understand why he had left, why he hadn't fought for them. All she knew was that the love of her life was gone, and she was left with nothing but unanswered questions and a broken heart.

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Jenson sighed. "Okay, okay, but just think about it. Sometimes, closure is the best way to move forward." Y/n nodded, though she had no intention of seeking Logan out. She spent the next few hours wandering through the event, admiring the cars, and catching up with old friends. But no matter where she went, she felt a pair of eyes on her, and every time she turned around, she half-expected to see Logan.

Finally, as she was making her way to the paddock, she collided with someone, nearly losing her balance. "Whoa, sorry about that." A familiar voice said. Y/n looked up to see Logan standing before her, his blue eyes widening in surprise. "Y/n?"

"Logan." She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Y/N Button wandered through the crowded Williams party, feeling increasingly out of place. The room was filled with her father's colleagues, engineers, and drivers, all talking shop. She plastered on a polite smile, nodding along to conversations she had little interest in. After hours of this, she made her way to the drinks table, seeking a moment of respite.

Logan had been watching her for a while. He almost applauded how professional she was acting, especially at such a boring event. He saw that she finally left her dad's side and that was his time to chance it. As she reached for a glass of prosecco, a voice beside her chimed in. "Not a fan of these kinds of parties either, huh?" She turned to see a young man, tall with striking blue eyes and an easygoing smile. He wasn't much older than her, which was a rare sight at these events. "Is it that obvious?" He smiled, looking down towards his glass. "I'm Logan, by the way." He said, offering his hand. "Y/n." She replied, shaking his hand. "And no, I'm not really into these parties. Too many people talking about things I don't understand." Logan chuckled. "I get that. I'm just here because I kind of have to be."

Y/N noticed he wasn't holding a champagne glass lile everyone else, butninstead holding what she assumed was a coke. "Not drinking?" Logan shook his head. "God no, I'm only 18." She laughed, the tension in her shoulders easing. The pair gained looks from a few surrounding guests, including that of the 2009 world champion, Jenson Button. "In England, that's old enough to drink." Y/n said. "Well, in the States, it's 21." He said with a shrug. "Good thing you're in London, isn't it?" He reached into his picket, lifting out his set of keys. "Too bad I'm driving tonight." She laughed again. Logan loved listening to her laugh, it was just something else entirely.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long, Y/n found herself genuinely enjoying the night. Logan was charming and funny, and he seemed just as out of place as she felt. They wandered through the party together, sharing stories and jokes, quickly becoming unlikely friends. As the night wore on, Logan leaned in close. "Wanna get out of here?" Y/n's eyes lit up. "Absolutely." Logan took her hand in his and led her to the car park where he had left his car just a few hours before. He opened the door for her, and they drove off into the night.

The city lights blurred past them as they talked about everything and nothing. Before long, Logan pulled into a McDonald's drive-thru. "Midnight snack?" He asked, grinning. "Sounds perfect." Y/n replied, laughing. They ordered burgers and fries,gainging strange looks from the strangers around them as they dressed in their very formal clothes. "You'd think you would've brought me somewhere nicer for our first date." She joked, holding onto his arm.as her heels were killing her. "You give me a chance, and next time, it will be." He winked. She felt her heart flutter as Logan walked forward, grabbing the bag and handing Y/n the two milkshakes. "After you." He grinned as Y/n walked out before him. "Hey, can you take the keys? Theyre in my pocket." Y/n arched a brow. "Thats one way to get me into your pants, Sargeant." Logan groaned. "Come on, dude. I usually wait until after dinner." Y/n shook her head,.hdiing a smile as she took his keys and opened the car for both of them.

There was a lot to eat. The warmth of the food and the simplicity of the moment made everything feel perfect. As they talked, Y/n realized she hadn't felt this happy or carefree in a long time. "So, question. If you could go anywhere in the world, no limitations, where would you go?" Y/n pondered for a moment at the American's question. "Iceland, but I always said I'd wait to get a boyfriend before I went to Iceland." Logan arched a brow as he ate another fry. "How come?" He asked. "The northern lights are meant to be completely different when you're in love, so I figured I'd wait until then. What about you? Where would you go?"

"Home." Y/n frowned. "Am I boring you that much?" Logan shook his head. "No, god no. I mean home to see my family. Between racing and stuff, I just haven't had the time to go home." Y/n smiled at the simplicity of his answer. "I miss my room, my backyard, my bed. All of it." There was a moment of silence between them, both looking into one another's eyes before Logan cleared his throat and turned on the ignition. "We should uh- we should get you home. Look at the time." Y/n sipped at the last of her milkshake. "Yeah, wouldn't want Mr Button to be up waiting on me too long, right?" Logan went to drive but found himself hesitating, instead turning to her, his expression suddenly serious. "I've had an amazing time tonight, Y/n."

"Me too." She said softly. Logan hesitated for a moment, then leaned in. Y/n met him halfway, their lips brushing in a tentative, gentle kiss that quickly deepened. It felt like the start of something beautiful, something that neither of them had expected. When they finally pulled away, Logan smiled. "I should get you home. But I promise I'll pick you up tomorrow for breakfast." Y/n's heart fluttered again for the millionth time that evening. "I'll hold you to that." Logan smiled, kissing her again. "I hope you do. Now let's get going before your Dad goes nuts."

As Logan drove her back, Y/n couldn't help but feel that this night was the beginning of something extraordinary. They had met by chance at a party neither of them wanted to attend, but that chance encounter had led to a connection that felt right, like it was meant to be. When they arrived at her house, Logan walked her to the door. "Goodnight, Y/N. I'll see you in the morning." He said, his hands deep in his pockets. "Goodnight, Logan." She replied, feeling a warmth in her chest she hadn't felt before. "Can I kiss you again?" She asked. Logan grinned. "Of course you can." She grabbed his tie and tugfed him in gently, planting one last kiss onto his lips. His hands left his pockets and found their way to her cheeks. She reluctantly pulled away, smiling at the lipstick now smeared across his lips. "You've got a little something." Y/n chuckled. "Leave it. I'll keep it there until you can come give me another one."

As she watched him drive away, Y/n couldn't wait to see what the next day would bring. Little did she know, this was the start of a love story that would both make and break them both.

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An awkward silence settled between them, filled with the noise of revving engines and cheering fans. "It's been a while." Logan finally said. "Yeah, it has." Y/n responded, crossing her arms defensively. They stood there, the unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. "How have you been?" Logan asked, breaking the silence. "Fine. Busy." Y/n answered shortly. "You?" He said, his stance, broad and open. "Same here. Racing keeps me on the move." Logan said, running a hand through his hair. Another pause. "So what brings you here, Y/n?" Logan asked, his tone softer. "My dad." She replied. "Oh, right. I almost forgot. You know I thought-"

"I came here because I wanted to support him. That's all." Logan nodded, looking down at his feet. "Look, I know things ended badly between us. But—" Y/n cut him off, her voice shaking with anger. "You promised you'd always be there for me, Logan. Forever and always. But then you broke up with me." Logan's expression tightened. "I am there for you, Y/n. Always have been, always will be. We broke up because we had no time for each other, not because I stopped caring." Y/n scoffed. "That's a convenient excuse."

"It's the truth." Logan insisted. "I thought if we took a step back, we'd find a better time for us. It was a time when we could actually be together without everything else getting in the way." Y/N stared at him, the anger and hurt in her eyes gradually giving way to confusion and doubt. "Of course, so now you mustn't have all that much time. I mean, I haven't heard from you, since you broke up with me and left all within 2 minutes." Logan reached out but then hesitated, dropping his hand to his side. "I'll always be there for you, Y/n. Whether we're together or not," Logan said quietly before walking away, leaving Y/N standing alone with her thoughts.

She watched him disappear into the crowd, her mind racing with everything he had said. Maybe he was right. Maybe they had needed time apart to figure things out. But it still hurt. And now, she was left to decide what to do next, her heart torn between the past and an uncertain future.

"There you are!" She was snapped from her thoughts upon hearing her dad walking towards her, his helmet in hand. "Where were you?" He asked. "Oh, I just went to get a drink. The line is mental over there." She chuckled. As Jenson rambled on about his car in front of them, her eyes wandered over to Logan, who was getting ready for his stint, zipping up his race suit and putting on his helmet. He looked over, sensing her gaze on him. As they stood staring, Logan raised his hand, waving gently as Y/n stood unsure of what to do or even say. Logan hopped into his car and sped off, the fans cheering as his Williams maneuvered it's way around.

As the engines roared back to life on the track, Y/n found herself at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take. The cliffhanger of her own story loomed large, and only time would tell where it would lead...