#i feel after a year and all of the 'youre a good friend' shit that maybe i was at least entitled to a 'fuck off kys' text and then a block

[tpwk-formula1]

Hiii, could i order a Thin Crust with Red Sauce with Pepperoni, Green Peppers, Gouda Cheese, Parmesan Cheese and to drink an Boba, Coke, Mt. Dew (sub) and Root Beer with desert served by Lewis and Max <3

Pleasee thanks!!

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex pepperoni "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want" green peppers "I'm gonna have that ass glowing red by the time I'm done with you" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” parmesan "Awe... did that hurt? Tuff luck I'm gonna do it again" boba anal coke spanking mt dew dom/sub root beer daddy kink dessert yes served by Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton

Max x Lewis x Norris! Reader

TW - fighting, slight daddy kink, rough, spanking, multiple orgasms, anal, double penetration, creampie, and anal creampie (is there another name for an anal creampie?)

WC 2500+

Y/N POV

"Max please leave me alone about it," I snap at one of my boyfriends after he had been complaining about the same thing for the past hour.

"I love you to death but you're complaining about my brother. I will not pick sides between you guys," I add on softly when Max just looked at my with a raised brow.

"I understand that and I'm not even upset with your brother he had a great race I'm mad about the car I've been fucking given," Max tells me back making me nod my head.

"I understand that, but you have to see it from my perspective. I love you both and I want both of you to do well and I'm sorry your car is actually shit but I don't like that you make me feel guilty for being happy for my brother," I explain back knowing this has been needing to be a conversation for awhile. Max, Lewis, and I have all been together for the past year and a half, this year specifically Max and I have been at each other's throats because being Lando Norris's twin sister has made it really interesting when he's doing really good but I also have to be supportive of my boyfriends who were starting to struggle a bit this season.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I make you feel guilty for being happy for Lando? You make me feel like shit everytime I talk about having a bad race and I can see it on your face it's like you don't even care because you brother did good," Max snaps back making me look at him with a dead stare.

"Max, I'm really sorry if I made you feel like that. It was never once my intention," I tell him softly wanting him to know I value his feelings even if I don't feel like he's even think about mine in this moment.

"It's whatever, I knew you would always have more loyalty to Lando anyways," Max says completely disregarding it like it was nothing.

"I think we just need to be seperated until Lewis gets home," I tells him softly while getting up from the couch and making my way into our shared room where I find Sassy and Rosco cuddling on the bed.

I climbed into the bed with them and fall asleep into a short nap wanting to forget this whole afternoon.

"I heard you and Max got into a fight," I hear Lewis say softly while rubbing my back to wake me up.

"He's been making me feel bad for being happy for my brother, and I've been making him feel bad because I'm happy for my brother. It's a lose lose and I want this whole season to just be over. Hope he gets the fucking Driver Championship and I never have to talk about this season again," I mumble making Lewis chuckle softly.

"I think you guys need to talk it out," Lewis tells me making me nod my head in agreeance.

"I'll go get him," Lewis tells me softly while leaving the room to get Max who was in the sim room passing time.

When they got back into the room I could see the frustration still lingering in Max's eye making me sit up a bit more ready for a serious conversation.

"Okay, let me just start with I think both of you have a right to feel the way you feel. Max you make her feel bad about being happy for Lando. She is allowed to be excited to see him win and support him in his fight for his first title. Just because she is extremely happy for her brother doesn't mean she wants you to lose either. She's in a tough spot. However, Y/N Max has every right to feel slightly hurt watching you go into the Mclaren garage after your brother had a good race while he struggled. It's selfish yes but he's allowed to wish his girlfriend was in his room comforting him," Lewis states making me grow frustrated.

"See, you said it yourself. It's fucking selfish is what Max is. I try to be there for him but everytime I am he's always shit talking my brother, and I get it, it's post race frustration coming out however I won't stand for that. Back in Baku when Lando finished 4th and you 5th I didn't even want to be in the same room as you when I heard you telling Lewis that being overtaken by Lando who started P15 was one of the most embarrassing moments in your career," I rant clearly getting frustrated with everything.

"Oh boo fucking hoo, grow up Y/N. You knew getting into this relationship it would be like this. I'm not gonna apologize for the things I say in the heat of the moment. I'm allowed to be mad and upset," Max says making me throw my hands up in defeat.

"Maybe I should go stay somewhere else for the night," I say softly while climbing out of bed to prepare a bag.

"That won't be necessary love, we can work this out," Lewis says softly following me into the closet.

"He's impossible right now, he's hurt I don't get to only be a fan of him. He has to share me with you and my brother. I get it, I would be frustrated too but I will not apologize for being happy for him," I tell Lewis softly making him pull me in for a hug.

"It'll work itself out," Lewis tells me softly.

"Go get back in bed," Lewis continues making me groan but slowly go back into our shared room and into bed next to Max who had Jimmy in his lap.

"Both of you need to fuck it out or fight it out, but neither one are leaving until you guys can come to an understanding. I don't give a fuck what it is but I will not let either of you leave until something is resolved. You guys have been fighting nonstop since before summer break and it's time to set aside differences," Lewis tells us while softly picking Jimmy up and placing him outside the room while making sure the other pets where out of the room as well.

"I'll start," I say softly making Max scoff and roll his eyes.

"You always fucking start," Max says clearly annoyed with everything.

"Cut the shit out Max or I'm gonna have that ass glowing red by the time I'm done with you," Lewis says clearly getting frustrated with Max.

"You can start," I tell him making him sit in silence for a few minutes.

"I don't know, I think Lewis is right, I am selfish and a part of me wishes that you can be a fan of me and only a fan of me. I don't even like seeing you walk around in Mercedes merch let alone fucking McLaren stuff. There's days where I wish you could just be a fan of me," Max explains softly making me smile lightly. It was the most mature conversation we had been able to have about this.

"I can understand that. I wouldn't like seeing you repping another team if I was a driver, however I wish you could see it how I do. I love you more than just about anyone in this world but that doesn't mean I don't love my brother and want to support him too. I think I have an idea," I explain to Max before thinking of a plan.

"What if when we come back next month in Austin I spent the whole weekend only wearing Max or Redbull things. I will of course still visit my brother and Lewis in their respective garage but I will only wear stuff for you the whole weekend, and then maybe next season we pick a day of the race schedule that I only wear Redbull things," I tell Max softly making his face light up at the thought of only wearing Redbull for a weekend.

"I would like that," Max says after a moment of thought.

"Can we please stop fighting about this? Whatever happens at the end of this season win or lose you and Lewis will still be my number 1s," I tell Max making him nod his head softly.

"Yes, and if we have further issues we talk it out with each other and not put Lewis in the middle of things," Max agrees and further comes up with a plan making me smile and nod my head.

"I love you Max Emillian," I say softly making Max groan at the use of his middle name.

"I love you too Y/N YM/N," Max replies back making me smile softly. I lean over to Max and pull him in for a kiss that quickly turns heated as he pulls me into his lap and lets me start grinding against him.

"I've missed you," I tell Max softly knowing that this season we have been so at odds that we haven't been nearly as close with each other as previous years.

"I've missed this," Max says with a groan leaving his voice when I start grinding down harder into him.

"You horny boy," I joke making both Max and Lewis laugh softly reminding me that Lewis was still in the room with us.

I turn my gaze to him to show him that I want him to join. When Lewis quickly climbs into bed with us my lips are on his within moments before he moves his lips down to Max's pulling him in for a heated makeout.

I start grinding into Max's lap a bit harder while begging for more.

"Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want," Lewis groans against Max's lips before pulling me in for another kiss.

Lewis drags me off of Max's lap and strips me down to nothing before pushing me onto all fours where he starts laying harsh slaps on my ass.

"Daddy, Why," I whine out when I feel the spanks become progressively harder, leaving me to become a whimpering mess.

"You know that you're not allowed to leave in a fight. We agreed we would talk everything out. I'm gonna give you 10 more and I want you to count them out," Lewis said making me whine in retaliation.

"1" I call out softly when the first one lands on my right cheek.

""5" I gasp out after Lewis lands 4 hard spanks on my left cheek all landing in the same spot."

"It hurts," I cry out trying to shift my hips away only making Lewis grip onto them tighter to keep me in place.

"Awe... did that hurt? Tuff luck I'm gonna do it again," Lewis teased before landing another spank.

"6" I cry out when I feel another really hard one in the same spot. I'm only 6 in and I'm already a sobbing mess under Lewis.

"10" I gasp out after Lewis landed another 4 all in the same spot on my right ass cheek.

"Why did I punish you?" Lewis questions while pulling me up to his chest while he softly rubs my ass to soothe it.

"Because I got up and started packing a bag even though we agreed that I can't leave in the middle of a fight," I hiccup out into Lewis's chest still slightly crying from the pain my ass had endured.

The no leaving in a fight became a rule after our first fight when I just left the apartment mid-fight because I didn't know how to express myself properly and I became anxious when we fought. When I finally came back Max had tears streaming down his face and was fighting Lewis to report me as a missing person. After that, we had a long tough conversation about how we would be moving forward.

Max pulls me back up into his lap already stripped into nothing before easily sliding into me making me whimper. Lewis climbed behind me teasing my ass with a bit of cold lube before sinking 2 fingers into my ass to make sure I was stretched enough to take his cock.

"Fuck, Daddy," I whimper when Lewis pull his fingers out before shoving the tip of his cock into my ass making me scream out at the stretch of having 2 cocks filling me up.

"Oh my god," I moan out when Lewis starts pushing his thick cock into my tight ass.

Once Lewis was all the way into my ass both of the boys gave me a few seconds to adjust to the stretch but started thrusting into me when I started grinding my hips showing them that I was ready for more stimulation.

"Faster, please," I beg before leaning down and capturing Max's lips with mine while both boys instantly sped up throwing me over the edge and into a loud shakey orgasm.

Even once I had come down from my massive orgasm neither one of the boys slowed down leaving me to become a mess in their laps. I was shaking me moaning trying to get away which only made Lewis's grip on my hips tighten.

"Slower please," I gasp when I finally find my voice.

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl,” Max scoffs showing no clear signs of slowing down.

"Fuck," I moan when I feel myself starting to build to another orgasm.

"Look so pretty when you cry," Max says with a smirk making me whine slightly.

"God, she's gonna cum for us again," Lewis gasps when he feels my ass clenching around him in preparation for another orgasm.

"Cum for us," Max groans before pulling me down for another kiss making me scream into his mouth when I start cumming all over their cocks.

I could tell Max was cumming from the way his grunts turned into higher-pitched whines while his hips faltered slightly while filling me up.

Lewis wasn't too far behind sending one final harsh thrust before he was filling my ass up with his hot cum.

Once the three of us have come down from our highs the boys slowly slip out of my abused holes letting their cum leak and start to pool on the bedspread.

Lewis was the first to get out of bed grabbing a towel and some cooling lotion. He cleaned both Max and I up first before softly rubbing the lotion on my ass to help it cool down after the brutal assault Lewis gave me with his heavy hand.

Once the room was picked up a bit and Max and I were clothed and comfortably in each other's arms Lewis opened the door letting all three of our fur babies into the room. Sassy and Jimmy instantly crawled onto Max's lap while Sassy nudged my hand with her head clearly wanting some attention before Rosco and Lewis followed and comfortably got into bed with us. Rosco had found his way to me before he made himself comfortable on top of me making Lewis laugh and shake his head.

"The guy loves you more than he had ever loved me," Lewis jokes before petting his head and placing a soft kiss on my head.

[chokamo]

| unexpected bonds

pairing : single dad! charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary : your packed schedule has led you to delay your plans with charles. though you were excited, an unexpected surprise may change everything, will you be able to faced it all?

a/n : this is part two of “fateful encounters” series .

Your first audition in modeling was when you were 12, in a downtown park that seemed sketchy at first but turned out to be legitimate. If you were to recalled - you recalled being grateful it ended by 5 p.m, the heat and humidity had you breaking a sweat, slowly ruining the makeup they applied. Now, here you are, ten years later in Monaco, preparing for a shoot scheduled at noon.

Modeling wasn’t difficult compared to other career choices, but it took its toll on you. The constant comparison with others, the subtle exclusion and dropping yourself from runway shows - weighed down your spirits. You were confident in your beauty, a bad bitch through and through, yet there were days self doubt creep in.

So, when a strikingly handsome man invited you out for dinner, your confidence skyrocketed like a shooting star blazing across the night sky. You couldn’t help but wonder—was it the intoxicating allure of male validation? Am I wrong for enjoying his attention?

You weren’t seeking a relationship at the moment, but if an opportunity presented itself, why not attempt it? After all your piece-of-shit cheating ex-boyfriend wasn’t your type.

The sex was mediocre, the love was there, but his wandering eyes and dick left you feeling hollow.

The days in Monaco had flown by, and so far, everything was going wonderfully. You felt alive in a place where you could thrive, doing what you loved. Yet, there were moments when homesickness crept in, a longing for the familiar flavors of home - cooked meals and the comfort of the people you missed, especially your best friend.

Birds chirped outside your window, harmonizing with the hum of the morning. Sunlight streamed through the glass, and as you squinted at your phone, a rush of panic coarsed through you.

It was 11.03 a.m, and you had a shoot at 12.10 p.m.

You had woken up just in time, having forgotten to set an alarm for your important first day. Thankfully, due to your erratic sleeping schedule, you managed to quickly scrambled to get out of bed, your heart racing rapidly.

As you rushed around your apartment time slipped by, and before you knew it, you were out the door, skipping eating breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Your hands fumbled with the keys as you locked up the door. You hurried down the hallway toward the elevator, pressing the button as soon as you reached it.

Charles flashed in your mind, his invitation to go out still yet to come to fruition, buried under the weight of everything you hadn’t made time for due to your packed schedule. You sighed, mentally pushing it aside with a promise to make plans later.

The elevator doors opened with a quiet ding, but before you could step inside, a small child darted past, startling you. She stopped next to you, her wide eyes sparkling with excitement as she beamed up at you with a huge smile.

"Good morning!" she chirped, her voice filled with energy in the (not so) early morning. Her enthusiasm was enough to pull you out of your dazed mind.

You blinked in suprised at the sudden outburst, catching you off guard.

“Are you. . . lost, sweetheart?” you asked gently, though confusion etched in your tone. It wasn’t every day you saw a child wandering alone in a hallway.

You took a moment to assess her. Noticing she was wearing an adorable pink dress paired with denim overalls, a bow tied in her hair and her bright beautiful shining eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“No!” she snapped, her small face scrunching up in frustration. “My papa is slow!” Though her expression was showcasing her annoyance, but instead, the way her features twisted only made her look more adorable.

“I’m Mari!” she declares with confidence, grabbing your hand as if she known you her entire life. The sudden action catching you off guard, but somehow, you find yourself allowing it continue without question. There was a strange ease on the way she held your hand, as if it was second nature, as if this little girl had decided you were part of her world now.

But before you could respond, she tugged at your hand, her eyes full of expectation. “Are you coming with us?” she asked, her voice filled with certainty, as if you belonged wherever she was headed.

You smiled warmly, unsure how to respond. As the two of you stood there waiting, you heard a faint sound coming from down the hallway - a strings of murmured words, too soft to make out, clearly not audible to you.

To your suprised, the man who you had met on your first day appeared right in front of you, it was Charles, his face churned into a deep frown, eyes widening in panic.

What are the odds? you thought, caught off guard by his sudden presence. Here’s the guy who wanted my time, and now he’s rushing to a little girl who seems to have run away from his sight.

He rushed over to the girl and crouched down, “Mari! don’t you run from me like that!” he gently scolded, his hands cupping her chubby cheeks, tilting her face to meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable, but it was clear he was unhappy, a mix of relief and concern etched across his features.

“Je suis désolée, papa” she mumbled, her lips forming a pout and her eyes widening, mimicking a innocent puppy. (i’m sorry, papa)

You fumbled with your phone aimlessly trying to check the time. Then it hit you - Papa?. So, he’s a father. The thought had never crossed your mind, and the realization has caught you off guard.

Feeling a pang of disappointment, you sighed. Of course a gorgeous man like him would be taken, and on top of that, he had a child. Your curiosity couldn’t help but wonder - where was his girlfriend or wife? The urge to ask, shamelessly, lingered in the back of your mind, but you didn’t, keeping the questions to yourself.

But why was he asking you out to eat if he had a spouse? The thought only deepened your discomfort. You didn’t like where this was heading, and you definitely didn’t want to get involved.

Your thoughts were interupted by a small, squeaky voice. “Qui est-ce?" the girl asked, her finger jabbing into your direction as she looked up at Charles, curiousity glimmering in her eyes. (who is that? / who is she?)

“C'est ta copine? Maman?” she asked, her voice laced with hope. Charles paused, a soft smile on his face as he glanced down at her. (is that your friend? mama?)

“She lives here” he tell her softly, his gaze lingering on you. “Et non, ce n'est pas maman.” He added, gently correcting her. (and no, that is not mama)

You smiled and waved at her, feeling unsure how to respond. You couldn’t understand what they were whispering about, though you were aware they were speaking French. From this angle, you can see the resemblance between her and Charles - the same smile, sparkling eyes, down to the messy, tousled hair. You figured the rest of her features must come from her mother.

A bitter taste crept into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like you might sink into the floor, the hallway seeming smaller and suffocating with each passing second.

“Can we play with her?” mari whispered, now in English, out of the blue, her eyes wide with excitement.

“i don’t think we can do that” he whispered back.

Mari’s face fell, her excitement quickly replaced with disappointment. She pouted, crossing her arms, clearly unhappy about not getting her way.

“Alors. . . demande-lui pour moi, papa?” she whispered, back to French, her face lighting up with a glimmer of hope. Charles knew it was enough to make him submit. How could he not when she’s this precious? (then… can you ask her for me?)

This was his chance, he thought - a small favour that could change everything. He glanced between Mari and you before ;

“Of course, sweetheart, if y/n agree to do so” he said, his eyes meeting yours. The sincerity in his gaze made your heart race, and you felt a rush of warmth at his words. You could see Mari’s hopeful expression, you couldn’t help but smile back at her.

But, before you could respond or even gather your thoughts, the elevator chimed alerting the three of you to your destination. In a rush, you hurried out, fearing you might missed your scheduled shoot. Waving a small wave toward the dad and daughter duo. As the doors closed behind you, a mixed of emotions filled your heart, curiosity seeped through about what was about to be unfold between you and Charles.

But first, you need to stopped by a nearby cafe and grab some coffee to calm down your nerves.

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charlesleclerc -> do you mind if i bring her with me

charlesleclerc -> i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about mari

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you replied -> i don’t mind, bring your little girl

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a/n : yeay!! thank u all for the support for this series <3 and mari will be seen more next chapter ;)) ALSO if you’re interested in being tagged for the next part pls let me know in the comments arggghhh

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disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, the events and characters depicted are not based on real life, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

[turcott3]

goes without saying

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, fluff, talks of anxiety, kissing

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“thanks mom.” you say hopping out of the car.

“now let’s hope he shows up huh?” she teases, waving to you as you walked to your ballet studio. it was being your boyfriend to class day, except you didn’t have a boyfriend. so you invited the next best thing, your highschool best guy friend. whom you’d also had a major crush on for the last few years.

you asked him to come, which he agreed, but said he’d have to come straight after his post practice shower and who knows how long that could be. and he was your ride home.

you stood awkwardly in class as everyone chatted with their boyfriends, one of your class friends included. you checked your apple watch a few times hoping for a text or something and your anxiety only grew as you got nothing. a few minutes later class had begun and you sighed. knowing you’d have to be standing in the back practicing something else, since this week was all about lifts for big performances, being in class was almost something you dreaded these days. ballet being something you love while also tearing you apart. you began warm ups at the barre as normal, still holding out hope that he would come. you continued your warm up, making it all the way through barre and out into center, eventually accepting that he wasn’t gonna show, before the door creeped open, matt peering in to make sure he was in the right place, smiling once his eyes landed on you.

“so sorry i’m late ma’am, lot of traffic.” he smiles at your teacher as he joins you by your side.

“i heard you play hockey? and you were coming here after practice.”

“yes maam.”

“well good, means you’re still nice and warm. when did you two get together, i feel like i’ve never seen you together.” she teases, him taking it extremely well as he dropped an arm over your shoulder.

“well, i don’t really think there’s a date, we were friends and then suddenly we just knew we were more than that. and now here we are.” he replies and your heart jolts in your chest.

he made up that lie on the spot, to spare you the embarrassment. you shook it off knowing you were never actually more than that, even if you maybe have thought at some points you were.

“thank you for coming, i was so nervous to be the only person without a partner.”

“come on y/n, i told you i’d be here. i’ll always show up.” he giggles.

“alright now that we have everyone we can begin our simple lifts.” your teacher states. you were nervous because you had never done partner lifts before, and matt is 6 foot 7.

“oooooh i’m lifting you.” he teases.

“i’ve never done lifts before, im scared.”

“you know i’d never drop you.”

“i know, i know.” you said grabbing comfortably on his arm.

this class was not going to help your feelings toward him at all. you’ve had a crush on him for quite sometime and now he’s gonna have his hands planted on you for at least the next hour. the two of you stood and listened, soaking in the instructions of a simple lift. simply picking you up and holding your chest in line with his forehead, to get a feel for how the rest of class will go.

with ease, he picks you up, chest to eye level.

“don’t be looking.” you smile.

“i am respectfully looking because your black leotard is all i can see.” he says, practically feeling the vibrations of his voice on your ribcage.

“now if you’re feeling frisky, hold her up higher.” you teacher suggests, matt instantly boosting you up above his head like simba in the lion king.

“holy shit.” you yelp, grabbing harshly onto his arms.

“relax, everything is gonna be fine.” he giggles, bringing you to him as he brought you back down, standing flush against his chest.

“alright now let’s try holding her above your head like you’ve just done, but with her in arabesque. your one hand will grab hold of her thigh and the other on the hip somewhere between the bottom of her ribcage and her hip bone.” your teacher says.

“which leg do you like?” he asks, asking great questions.

“right.” you said, lifting your right leg off the ground, his hand softly cupping underneath.

“this feel okay?” he asks, referring to the hand holding your inner thigh.

“yes, it feels good.” you nod as he places his other hand on your hip.

“okay, are you ready?” he asks and you agree, him steadily lifting you off the ground. you found yourself in the position high above his head, adjusting your position to be more comfortable. you began to shake in discomfort, him dropping you slightly but instantly catching you, a giggle leaving his lips as the teachers voice rose again, his arm placing delicately around your waist, his hand rested gently on your hip. in response, you rested your hand on top of his, giving his hand a light squeeze.

by the time class was nearly over, you became more comfortable with him picking you up. the last lift you tried being the riskiest, you still trusted him, catching you every time you began to fall.

this class was not helping your case.

“now let’s come center for reverence.” your teacher says, matt placing you carefully back on the floor.

“i am not graceful at all.” he mumbles as you both followed her curtsy.

“this is why you don’t do ballet matt.” you giggle, concluding your class. matt began to walk away before you grabbed his hand, pulling you up close to the teacher and thanking her.

“oh uh, thank you for having me maam, i had a lot of fun.”

“well thank you for coming! i don’t think i’ve ever seen y/n smile this much during class. keep it up matt, you seem to be good for her.” she smiles, thank you both for attending before you exit the building out to matt’s car.

“im sorry again for being late.” he says, taking your bag from you and tossing it in his back seat.”

“it’s okay, i’m just glad you came.” you replied as you both sat in his car.

“i had a lot of fun.” he smiles.

“you know, you didn’t have to lie to her about us being together. you didn’t have to spare my embarrassment.”

“well i said it because i wanted to, not just to spare you.” he says pulling out of the parking lot.

“what do you- what do you mean?” you ask, spiraling.

“i guess that was me trying to make it known that i really fucking like you, and i was excited when you asked me to come do this with you.” he replies. you reach for his hand that rested on his thigh and moved it to your lap, intertwining your fingers as you smiled to yourself, his thumb brushing softly back and forth on the back of your hand.

“i like you a lot too matt.” you say, looking at his perfect side profile.

“glad we’re in the same page.” he giggles, bringing your conjoined hands to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand. a blush burned on your face as he returned your hands to yourself lap.

“what a relief.” you giggle, giving his hand a little squeeze which he returned.

“do you really not ever smile that much in class?” he asks genuinely.

“well not really, i don’t really feel as close to my classmates and stuff. i don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“no no y/n, it’s not stupid. i get it. well if you want, and if you can, how about i come pick you up after your class every week and i take us out to eat? yeah? anything to keep you smiling.” he offers kindly.

“i mean, that would definitely be okay with me.” you reply.

everything he was doing made your heart leap in your chest, knowing now how much he really cared for you.

“do you wanna come over?” you ask abruptly.

“like tonight?” he asks, pulling to a stop at the restaurant you’d agreed to eat at the day prior, it being both of your favorite restaurant.

“yeah, like do you wanna stay over? listen i’m trying to be bold, i don’t really know if it’s working.” you giggle nervously. smoothly, he closes the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s working.” he smiles, pecking your lips one more time before you both get out of the car.

you spent the dinner gushing over each other, adoring how much he spoke lovingly of his family. the closer you got, the more your feelings grew for the boy.

“matt you don’t have to pay for me.” you say lowly, the server asking how to do the check.

“i’m paying for it, sorry for the confusion maam.” he says to the server, turning his head back to you as he walked away.

“why are you paying for me?” you ask sternly.

“because this is a date isn’t it? it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to not pay.” he giggles, signaling for you to take his hands in the table, much to your dismay, you found your hands rested in his large ones.

“let me take care of you. i know you aren’t doing the best right now y/n. i may be a man, but i’m not blind, especially when i see a girl i really fucking care about struggling, okay?” he says firmly, sighing with contentment as he finished his sentence.

“okay.” you reply softly, letting go of his hands as the server returned with the check.

-

“you really are letting this thing get to you huh?” he asks as you lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin as you cuddled innocently, both in your pajamas ready to sleep for the night.

“yeah i guess i am.” you reply, telling him about how torn you were about ballet.

“well how about this, you tell me when your next performance is, i will be there front row to watch you. i want you to keep going pretty girl, i just know you’re incredible. i wanna help you.” he says, running his gentle fingers up and down your back.

“thank you matt. i think just from class today that’s a big stride.” you giggle.

“i hope so.”

“anyways, why don’t we talk about something other than me before we go to sleep.”

“well why would i want to, i could listen to it all day.” he teases, a hint of genuineness behind his teasing tone.

“no, it’s selfish.” you giggle. the two of you spent the rest of the night talking about hockey, giggling over your favorite movies and shows and him listening to your college gossip. all stuff he didn’t know about but loved to hear anyway.

“i think it’s about time we go to sleep y/n.” he giggles after hours of chatting lovingly with you.

“yeah i guess your right.”

“but i can’t let you go to sleep like this.” he replies and you cock your eyebrow. he pulls himself away from you, laying on his side to face you.

“i have a question.” he says and your stomach drops.

“okay?”

“would you wanna maybe fall asleep tonight and wake up tomorrow, and like maybe spend forever and more as my girlfriend?” he smiles slowly as the words left his lips.

“yes matt, i would love to.” you giggle, your hands cupping his cheeks.

“sorry if that was tacky, i didn’t wanna be basic.” he giggles, pulling you toward him.

“it was perfect, thank you m’love.” you say pulling his lips to yours anxiously.

“anytime. now you better keep a smile on your face from now on, and i mean it. if you have any problems just come to me, you know i would never in a million years judge you, and also, i would love to come to ballet class again, it was a lot of fun.” he says resting his head on top of yours.

“i will matt, i promise you. and i will definitely let you know, who knows you may be the next big thing.”

“well i know i have a b-“

“now is not the time for a dirty joke asshole.” you giggle smacking him on the arm.

“i mean after all i AM just a man okay? dirty mind and all.” he scoffs.

“and it doesn’t change a single thing i feel for you.” you laugh as he kisses you one last time before you both drift off to sleep.

[hymnserendipity]

Gojo's double face

Angst

After months of a sometimes turbulent relationship, Gojo and Geto broke up after a fight. Being Gojo's best friend you had been by his side all summer, cheering him up and not letting him notice your feelings towards him. He looked for you every day, he came to knock on your door, you took naps together, for months you had been inseparable. However, one day, returning from the library, you saw Geto and Gojo holding hands while walking, sitting on a bench and kissing tenderly. Gojo looked at you, smiling mischievously. As you, hurt, mentioned walking further away he ran towards you. “Sorry but I just was using you so I can get Suguru back.” he said, coldly.

Understanding how you had been used, like a piece of paper, like a used cloth, you tried to hide your emotions to save what little pride you had left.

"Oh... I understand." Gojo expected you to be angry or even yell at him, but you didn’t. It made him slightly confused.

“You’re not mad?”

"I'm disappointed on myself."

It was even more surprising to him how you were disappointing in yourself instead of him, he expected you to be mad at him and lash out on him but no, you were disappointed in your own self. Why weren’t you angry at him too? In all of this Suguru watched you from afar.

“Why disappointed in yourself?”

"I don't need to give you any explanation, bye" You answer in a calm, fake voice. To then start walking with your head held high.

Gojo was lost for words as he watched you walk away from him, never in a million years did he expect you to walk away from him without even yelling at him. He found himself confused with you and your actions, didn’t know why but he began to feel guilty for what he did, he didn’t even think you would feel disappointed in yourself for falling for him.

A few days later, and fortunately not in one of those moments when you feel sorry for yourself, Gojo comes knocking on your door and you let him in. Also because arguing would only lead to attention from the neighbors and too much noise.

“Please, just listen to me.” He whined, and you sight back rolling your eyes.

"Yes?"

Gojo took a deep breath when he saw that you weren’t fighting back or pushing him away, he began fidgeting with his fingers and not looking you directly in the eyes.

“Why werent you mad at me for what I did?”

"Why should i?" You seemed deeply calm, you were a good actor. Gojo was confused at how you stayed calm in a situation like this, he was expecting you to be mad at him, to yell and shout but you were calm and collected.

“Because I treated you like sh!t during the summer! I used you so I can get Suguru back.”

"Refresh my memory, how did you treated me like shit during the Summer?" You sit on a chair in your dinner table as Gojo looked down at the ground as he spoke, feeling guilty for what he did.

“I used you to recover from the breakup with him. You spent the summer with me, you cheered me up, you made me happier, you made sure I ate…”

You felt the blood in your ears, your breathing you struggled to control, you hid your hands between your thighs to avoid pointing out how much you were shaking with anger. But it wasn't anger after all, it was sadness. Because all that time you had believed it, that Gojo might have feelings for you. He continued speaking, fidgeting even more with his fingers as he spoke. He had a guilty look on his face and he still wasn’t looking you directly in the eyes.

“You helped me get better after the break up. I only kept you around because I used you to get back with him…”

"So?" You calmly ask. Gojo's eyes widened, looking slightly surprised when you responded. Why aren’t you angry? That’s the question he was asking himself over and over, he wanted you to yell and be angry at him not respond with ‘so?’

“…what do you mean ‘so’? I used you…I took advantage of you that whole summer…”

"I knew It, Satoru. From the beginning, i knew it you were just using me. I never hoped nothing." Liar.

He widened his eyes again, still not expecting these words from you. He thought you didn’t know and that you were oblivious, instead he found out that you knew from the start? Again, his mind questioned: why aren’t you angry?

“You knew the whole time? And this whole time…you weren’t mad?”

"Being mad was helpfull." Gojo raised his eyebrow slightly, he was even more curious as to why you weren’t mad. You knew from the start you were being used, so why do you have a calm demeanor right now instead of lashing out at him and screaming at him for using you.

“If you knew the whole time, why weren’t you mad?”

"Because i never showed my feelings, and because you never broke down my hoped, i never had them." He understood your reasoning, he never broke down your hopes because you didn’t have any at the beginning, so your feelings for him never grew.

Liar, liar, liar.

He was starting to understand why you weren’t angry and why you had a calm demeanor, but he was still guilty for what he did to you.

“So…you don’t feel anything towards me at all?”

"I love you Satoru, but i know i never had a chance." He widened his eyes, he didn’t expect you to say that. Ever. He was prepared to hear ‘no’ and his eyes softened slightly but he kept a straight face.

“Even when you had no chance…you still stayed with me, why?”

"Because i wanted to see you happy."

Gojo e couldn’t help but start to mentally curse at himself for what he had done. You helped him when he was in a terrible mental state, you made him happy. He began to feel extremely guilty as you confessed that you stayed with him because you wanted him to be happy.

“…why do you always have to be so kind?”

"Because no kne ever showed me true kindness, so i am kind with everyone and with myself." Gojo cursed himself even more after hearing you say that, he now realized that he wasn’t good to you like how you were good to him. He began to hate himself even more for using you like that.

“How could I use you like that? When you’ve shown me nothing but kindness…”

"Don't show guilty for something you didn't felt guilty from the beginning Satoru, you should go back to Suguru now." As you speak, something in him told him not to leave you and stay with you while a voice told him to go back to Suguru instead.

“I’m sorry for everything I did, I’m sorry for using you…just please get mad at me already or something..”

"Bye." You say.

He did reach his goal of getting back with Suguru. Then why did he want you to stay near him? Why did he feel the need to be close to you? Why did he feel guilty?

He hated himself so much.

You look at him while he walk to your front door. "Don't ask me to stay again by your side next time you two split up." You say while he close the door.

[gayf1hoe]

Risking It All

Scenario - Logan joins a brand new team to Formula 1 and is finally able to showcase his true talent however his new team principal catches his eye in more ways than one. But is his team principal willing to risk it all for his new driver.

“Y/N we have been going over this you need to choose the driver line up” 

“God if I had known it would be this stressful I would never have agreed to invest in this team” 

As Haas is leaving after this season in F1, me and my best friend, which is a term I use quite loosely, decided it would be a good idea to invest in an F1 team. We have always been passionate about F1 and it wasn't until we heard about Gene Haas pulling the Haas F1 Team out of the sport we decided to shoot our shot with the FIA and for some reason they agreed. 

As I have the biggest stake in the team I'm practically in charge of everything and I have been appointed team principal because our budget doesn't extend to the stage where we can employ thousands of staff. I have also been tasked with finding our driver line up and it's harder than it sounds because every driver wants a certain amount of money we don't have or wants to know what car we will have when it hasn't even been finished yet. I currently have a wall full of drivers' faces in my office with loads of red crosses on their faces. It basically looks like a hit list at this point. 

We have one driver confirmed and that's Pietro Fittipladi who was a reserve for Haas and we have decided to give him a chance in a full F1 seat. If he's shit then it doesn't matter because it's our first season so we can all blame the car. 

I'm down to my last 2 options and they are Kevin Magnussen and Logan Sargeant. I can't decide which one I want but they are our only options as they are the only 2 people not trying to bankrupt us with their salary requests. Kevin is a good driver however his fines and penalties he likes to get from the FIA could be a problem but Logan is also a good driver but I fear what he may do to the car. 

“We need a decision,” my friend presses on.

“Listen Jarno I will give you an answer soon don't worry, but the more you press on the more it pisses me off” 

“Oh and by the way the new race engineer contracts are on your desk” 

That's another thing that has been a pain some of these Engineers have been asking for more than the drivers themselves but we eventually managed to get Pierre Hamelin who is Danny Rics engineer at VCARB and Steven Petrik who is Valtteri Bottas' engineer at Sauber. 

I stare Intensely at the photos on my wall of Logan and Kevin and make a decision like the responsible team principal I am going to be, I will make my decision by inputting their names into a random generator and choosing whoever it lands on and when people ask me how I made my decision I will provide them with some professional bullshit lie.

I press generate and look away from the screen and when I spin my chair around I see Logan written in capital letter on my screen so I pick up the phone and dial. 

“Is that Logan's manager” 

“It's Y/N L/N team principal of Apex Racing I was just calling to confirm logan as part of our driver line up for next year” 

We spent about an hour on the phone and when I left the factory it was pouring down with rain. 

Everyone else left to leave me to do the breaking stuff which is no surprise. I feel like it was a bad idea to create an F1 team with an Esports driver. Me and Jarno have been friends for ages but I was always into what I call “proper” racing not racing on the computer but the past year we have grown closer I mean we have had no choice we have been up until 2 am trying to find sponsors because there is no way either of us has the kind of money to spontaneously invest in and start an F1 team unlike some people cough cough Lawrence stroll. 

I go home and collapse on my bed ahead of tomorrow when we announce our driver line up. 

“Y/N maybe you should stand in the centre” 

“Maybe you should hurry up and take the photo” 

Who knew the media could take so long like it's just taking a photo? Why do I have to act like a model and do all these weird stances and things with my face which apparently is called smiling? I haven't done that since I set out to make this team. I mean there's not been a lot to smile about late night meetings, early morning meetings, travelling, emailing. I think I've forgotten how to sit down without doing some form of work.

Logan and Pietro are coming by to the factory later to finish signing their contracts, the current F1 season isn't finished yet and technically a team wouldn't be allowed to start manufacturing their car now but the FIA gave us permission as we have had to make major changes to the factory. We brought it from Red Bull it's one of their old factories and I guess they felt bad for the new guys so gave us a good price, well a good price for an F1 factory I guess, because I have never seen that amount of zeros on a price tag and been told “that's actually reasonable”. 

The first thing I notice about Logan is his smile and calm demeanour. He's had a tough time of late so it surprises me because I have had a tough time and I am probably the last person anyone wants to piss off. As I'm also team principal I will be seeing a lot of the guys at the track so it's imperative we get along, but the two drivers seem to get along. But it's how they get along on track I'm more focused on. 

Just because they are besties off track it doesn't mean they will be like that on track and I don't want any Hamilton Rosberg or Verstappen and Ricciardo situations because it will kill me and my bank account. 

We give the drivers a tour of the garage and I get talking with Logan as up until this point everything has been done through his manager. 

“So are you looking forward to joining the team?” I ask. 

“I am but I must ask how did an Esports champion and a former racing driver start an F1 team so quickly as well”

“It's a long answer and quite painful”

After a tour of the factory we get to singing contracts and doing the media posts and stuff. No one is surprised that Logan is leaving William's given they literally announced Carlos Sainz a week ago but I'm sure everyone thought he was done with F1 given his 2 year stint at williams has been far from extraordinary. 

Pietro I guess is a bit of a shock as well as he's been on the sidelines for a while he only really made an appearance after Romain crashed in Bahrain a few years ago but he's been pretty active in indycar and not been doing too bad.

“I will see you in Melbourne next year” I say closing waving logan off. 

I'm going on a long break and any issues Jarno or someone else can deal with. 

Pre Season testing was nothing to write home about, we had a few minor issues but I would be more concerned if everything was working fine because then we would have done everything right and not even teams like Ferrari can do that. 

Now FP1 is in session I'm looking to see what the two guys can do against the clock. 

We have a pretty decent car and by that I mean we are ahead of Sauber, Alpine, VCARB, William's we are sort of fighting between the Astons and Mercedes cars. 

“Let's do a simulated quali run on logan” I suggest turning to the race performance engineer. 

Logan comes in and puts on a fresh set of tyres and heads back out. I wish I could say I'm not sitting here thinking “please don't crash the car’ but I am. I mean Logan hasn't given me a reason not to think that my opinion of him is based on what he was like at Williams. But I'm not letting him know that as that would ruin his confidence. We have given him our full support and let him know of that. He has been told he will receive upgrades as soon as they are made he will never be sacrificed for his teammates mistakes and its seemed to improve his morale. 

Logan crosses the line and goes up to P4. It's not P1 but I will take it nonetheless and Logan's elation over the radio tells me we are in for a fun year. 

I'm on the pit wall with Sky Sports so after Logan's run I get the joy of talking to Karun Chandhok in the commentary box. 

Karun: Y/N first weekend as a team principal and a team owner of a new team and you have a driver in P4 and P6. It must feel pretty good right?

Y/N: Of course we have worked hard to put ourselves in a strong position and we want to give our drivers a car that can showcase their abilities. 

Karun: Well a question everyone is asking is why logan? His career at Williams surely couldn't have been the reason to choose him. 

Y/N: Well what I told Logan was forget William's ever happened or existed whatever happened or was said at Williams is the past. We have faith in him and we know what he can do with a good car and he showcased that to us on his simulated qualifying run. 

Karun: Lastly Y/N what is the goal for Apex Racing both this weekend and for the end of the year where do you want to be? 

Y/N: Ideally and realistically with the car we have we would like to finish P5 in the constructors with our main rivals being Aston Martin however with Mercedes taking on a rookie driver maybe we could capitalise on the lack of experience at the team as we have two experienced drivers. We haven't told the drivers where we would like them to finish in the standings, it's just go out race and have fun. 

At the chequered flag of FP1 I head up to the engineering office in preparation for the debrief, that's when I hear someone calling my name. I turn around to see Logan doing a light jog over to me. 

“Is everything OK?” I ask. 

“Yes i just wanted to say thank you for giving me such a good car and having faith in me I guess it was really nice to go out and show my full potential to everyone” 

“You're more than welcome Logan” 

He embraces me in a hug and as an automatic response I hug back not contemplating the implications of a team principal being this affectionate with their driver. But surely this won't come too much. Engineering meetings to someone who doesn't understand half of what they are talking about are quite boring. I mean I haven't got the first clue about the brake shape setting into turn 1 but I just nod as if I do. 

Throughout the whole meeting every time I look up I make eye contact with Logan. It's kind of like when you're in school and look at your crush and they are looking right back at you, not that I have a crush on Logan. 

Most of the day is spent doing admin stuff, things are still all over the place and we are just seeing how we function as a team. Most of our team is from Haas and we have taken on a lot of staff from F2 as it seemed the most economical way, as people with less experience don't cost as much. 

Qualifying. 

“OK before we go out I want to just say that this is our first weekend and anything above P20 I will be grateful for but we know what the car and both drivers are capable of so let's work hard and show to everyone we are not a joke” 

Both drivers hop in the cars and we time it so that on both drivers flying laps they get a tow which will gain us a few vital tenths. Logan's first lap puts him in P8 and Pietro’s P6 so they will definitely have to go out again.

We send both out at the same time and by now I have no nails, my eyes are just fixated on the live feed and sector times and as they cross the line Logan shoots up to P4 and Pietro P5. 

I can hear the team cheering behind me as the chequered flag waves on Q1. Q2 was just as successful with both drivers making it to Q3 knocking out the likes of Stroll, Piastri and Antonelli. 

Now the pressures on I can see the live telemetry showing how much Logan is pushing his car and I quite literally can't watch. And I don't look up until I hear the ecstatic cheer from being. 

Pietro P8 and Logan P4. Not bad for a new team I guess and a driver people had written off ages ago. 

We may be the only team happy with not being on pole but this is a great start in comparison to other teams when they first joined. 

In the team meeting later that day I don't have much to say other than “That was fucking exceptional”. I have never seen Logan smile so much. 

We are using Honda engines which are known for being quite powerful and the drivers are constantly praising the amount of power they have. It was a great day and I can't really fathom how any of this is real. 

As I'm sitting in my office writing a press statement about our first day there is a knock on my door. I get up and open the door revealing Logan standing there. I motion for him to come in and he takes a seat at the table so I pull out a chair and sit next to him. 

“What can I do for you?” I ask. 

“I was wondering if it would be possible to go out for dinner one night this week”

“Sure I think that would be a great idea, allow everyone to get to know each other it will be good”

“I sort of meant it as just me and you”

I don't really know what to say. I don't want to ask if it's a date because that makes it weird but then if I don't ask I will be left with this looming question of what does it mean. 

“Why do you look so confused?” Logan asks. 

“I'm just wondering why a driver would want to go out for dinner with their team principal”

“Well because I would like it to be a date” he declares whilst rubbing his hands together.

I stutter for a moment and Logan's face flushes with a pale red colour of embarrassment. 

“Sure I would love to go on a date with you” 

I haven't even been a team principal for one race weekend and I'm going on a date with one of my drivers that surely goes against every professional standard ever. I know that if I end dating Logan I will never hear the end of the fact that I am ‘biassed’. 

I spend ages looking through my limited outfit choices, I mean 85% of my clothes are work clothes and the rest are beach clothes. I eventually settle on a pair of light blue shorts and a white shirt that doesn't look too formal but also looks like I made an effort. 

Apprehensive, I open my hotel room door and make my way down to the car where Logan said he would meet me. It's kind of awkward as I'm just stood by his car whilst everyone looks at me weird or that's what I think they are doing I could just be very paranoid. When he finally turns up he already has an excuse ready. 

“Sorry I got held up by Alex who wanted to show me photos of his new cat” 

Dinner goes well, I mean we don't get spotted and the food is nice, the waiter did refer to Logan as my boyfriend although we booked a table for two at a romantic restaurant it's understable as to why he would make the assumption about us. 

Being on the pit wall before the race is a strange alien feeling. I mean sure I've been sat here for testing, free practice and qualifying but there's a completely different atmosphere today. Both me and Jarno are intently staring at the screens and both drivers know it so the pressure is on. 

Before the start of the race I make sure to give the drivers a few last words of encouragement over the radio and then I sit back and close my eyes for the next 2 hours. 

It's a fairly good start if you minus Lando’s jump start and Ocon nearly taking out Gasly. Logan gently introduces his tyres which will give him the edge on other drivers later. Today I'm not worried about gaining places or getting a podium. I would be happy with P9 and P10. 

There is a brief problem with Logan's car but the engineers give him some sort of code that fixes the issues, how that works I do not know but if I could fix my car with a few numbers I would have saved a lot of money. 

Pietro is first to pit and all attention is on the pit crew for their first Grand Prix pit stop and it goes fairly well being a 2.6 second stop. It's not as good as Red Bull and McLaren but we have to start somewhere. Logan's next and as he's coming down the pit lane William's release Albon way too close to Logan and he enters the box, it's almost as if they are jealous of the unlocked potential Logan has. 

5 Laps to go. I begin to see everyone's faces become more focused in the crucial last laps. Logan is in P6 Pietro P9 if they could just hold on to this I can cancel my meditation class. 

2 Laps to go. Yuki has been lapping on average a 10th faster than Logan each lap and is within attacking distance. 

“Tsunoda 0.8 with DRS” I hear the engineer say and this is when I spin my chair to look in the pit lane. 

Last Lap. Logan manages to fend off Yuki each time and they are approaching the finish line. All the team members are stood up out of their seats and are cheering. 

Anyone who said Logan was talentless must be regretting their words now. 

There's a firm knock on my door. 

“hey” I say looking up to meet a smiling face.

“hey, I just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to prove everyone wrong I never thought I would get P6” 

“You are welcome logan” 

“How about I show you how grateful I am” 

“How will you do that?” 

He pushes me against the fibreglass wall and pulls our faces together. I can still see the shimmering layer of post race sweat on the bridge of his nose. He inches closer making a firm connecting between our lips. Edging his tongue out of his mouth to connect with mine. Then the moment of pure euphoria is disowned by the sound of the team obnoxiously singing in the hallway. 

“I guess we will have to continue this later” I say with a suggestive smile whilst opening the foot to be greeted by the entire team in a small corridor. 

[calicomarie11]

Bobby sits in the mess tent, or crafty as he’s been told to call it, and looks around as the cast and crew of Hotshots enjoys a long lunch break. They are setting up for a big rescue scene later in the day, so lunch is a leisurely affair. It’s quite the contrast to meals in the firehouse, always on alert for the bell to ring and Bobby finds that it’s hard to break the habit of decades and just enjoy his food.

It’s good, the craft services team top notch on such a popular show, and Bobby may need to see if he can wheedle the recipe for the pasta salad out of the head chef. He’s just looking around to see if he can spot the chef when he ducks down, trying to hide. David and Bryan, the actors playing Sandy and Ricky respectively are heading his way.

They seem like good kids, but at this point Bobby has been subtly, and not so subtly, pumped for information about the members of his team by most of the cast and crew. He has also been informed about the Randy situation and can guess the types of questions these two have.

David sets down his tray across from Bobby and takes a seat on the bench and Bryan slides in next to him. Bobby looks down at his half finished tray in dismay. He really wants to eat the gourmet meal he picked and he really doesn’t want to talk to the actors playing the counterparts of his firefighters.

“G’day, mate, enjoying your sambo?” David asks, and it still surprises Bobby to hear the thick Australian accent when he’s not in character.

Bobby can feel his eyebrows raising. “Sambo?”

“Sorry, sandwich,” Bryan jumps in, elbowing David in the ribs. “He forgets not everyone speaks Crocodile Dundee.”

David flips Bryan the bird while frowning at him.

“Yes, it’s a very good sandwich. I was just about to track down the chef to give him my compliments,” Bobby says, starting to rise from the table.

“Wait, man,” Bryan reaches out to grab Bobby’s forearm. “We won’t take much of your time, it’s just, the crew’s been talking and it seems like you’re a firefighting legend.”

David jumps in “And you’ve been there for all these emergencies really saving people. That’s wicked.”

Bobby sits back down, unwillingly charmed by their clear enthusiasm. “It’s not all dramatic rescues and close escapes. Usually it’s heartburn masquerading as a heart attack and fender benders.”

“But still, you save lives, man. You’re a real hero,” Bryan says. “And we want to be respectful, right, when we’re portraying real people.”

Bobby nods. It must be odd to pretend to be someone who really exists. He remembers that catfishing incident Buck went through in his first year and how much he hated the idea of someone impersonating him. He knows it’s one of the reasons Buck has refused to watch the show.

“So…the real Buck and Eddie, are they as close as Sandy and Ricky are? Like the will thing has to be an invention of the show, right?” Bryan asks, leaning forward eagerly.

Bobby sighs, mad he let himself be caught. “Look, Buck and Eddie are friends, they work well together, and Eddie trusts Buck with his kid and has a complicated relationship with his parents.”

“Shit, so the will thing is true?” David asks, wide eyed.

And Bobby really wishes that he didn’t know the answer to that question, but Buck had talked to him about it after he found out and apparently told Taylor about it too, so the cat’s out of the bag on that one. “Yes, Buck is in Eddie’s will, but they are just friends.”

David and Bryan exchange looks and Bobby can tell they don’t believe him.

Bryan says “It’s just, we’ve seen the YouTube clips and news footage of some of your rescues.”

“Like the well collapse,” David interrupts “when Buck was trying to dig Eddie out by hand and howling. That seemed like more than just losing a co-worker.”

“Buck has a big heart. He would have reacted that way if any of his team was trapped. The kid never gives up, which is one of his best and worst qualities.” Bobby says. Time to nip this speculation in the bud. “Besides, Buck is very happy with his boyfriend.”

The boys expressions are matching ones of shock. “Buck is gay?” David breathes out.

And now Bobby has a moment to wonder if he should have kept that to himself, but it’s not like Buck’s public instagram page isn’t plastered with photos of him and Tommy, the profile picture a photo from his first Pride wearing a “Proud Bisexual” t-shirt and a rainbow boa.

“Bisexual, actually. He’s dating a firefighter and they are good for each other.” Bobby hopes this is still true, since it’s been hard to find time to connect with his team now that they don’t work together. Maybe he should see if he’s allowed to have visitors on set, invite the team to meet their counterparts.

“Good on him,” David says. “Hey, you should tell Tom about that, maybe I can get a bisexual storyline this season.” He looks positively giddy at the possibility.

Bryan rolls his eyes and nudges David’s shoulder. “I swear, you’re the biggest Randy fan here.”

“Hey, I didn’t say you had to be included. I just want my character to get his person, didn’t say it had to be you.”

“Sorry man, but I think Taylor might have something to say about that. Aren’t you still dating ‘Tiffany’ this season?” Bryan says.

“Pfft. We all know that didn’t last.” David scoffs.

Bobby has been lucky so far to not have run into Taylor Kelly on the set. He’d hoped she wasn’t involved in the day to day filming, but it sounds like the actors are familiar with her. He’ll have to keep his eyes peeled so he can steer clear of her.

He looks down at his tray and realizes he’s managed to finish up his meal while the two actors were bickering. “Well, gentlemen, this has been fun, but I have a recipe to track down.” He leaves the table, the sounds of the two actors behind him bantering a familiar soundtrack. They may not be his team, but they’ll do for now.

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[no27-autonation-honda]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[justalittlebluetiefling]

I haven't been involved with coaching for almost 3 months now and somehow I am still getting dragged into the drama.

[nomairuins]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[the-vibing-ghoul]

some people will be all about mental health awareness and leftist ideals of at least tolerating the mentally ill who show ''ugly'' symptoms until it's someone they know and ''care'' about having a bad day and acting like it in a way they don't find appealing

[bueris]

okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead

[anaalnathrakhs]

btw my mom said it. she said it to me looking me in the eyes. i told her about how difficult it was for me to get through those family reunions, and she admitted it was very important to her, important enough that she was just going to do it anyway.

[juniestar]

Oh my god one last thing my ex took me to outside lands and when we tried to watch lana del rey he laid down on the grass and had a “panic attack” (this was after months of him talking about how he didn’t like her) so we went to see foo fighters after a bit and he was FINE

[wendynoire]

Probably going to post some vent art soon. The tags are also a bit of a vent.

[m0e-ru]

(reading my own ao3) wow this bitch is so correct and on point i wish there was more . cmon guys look at this shit https://archiveofourown.org/series/2536405

[puppmeo]

Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody