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shoutout to whatever L and Light had going on in Time Speaks
#and they had A LOT going on#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#death note fanfiction#lawlight#been thinking about rereading it. overwhelmed with emotion simply at the thought#god that fic is so. so.....#if you've read the fic please....... please talk to me#it's a time loop fic it's a fix-it fic it's got angst it's got lore it's got good misa writing it's got domesticity it's got mind games#it has everything like EVERYTHINGGG#I've never been so engaged with death note lore before#the world building is crazy the build-up to the reveal is crazy#almost every character shows up at least once and I cheered every time#if it weren't 400k words long I'd almost say it should be required reading I love it a lot#I know the author is on tumblr I follow them#if they see this hello thank you I owe you everything actually
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WHAT YOU HEARD
LANDO NORRIS
summary â
: streets are saying yn finally broke up with her loser boyfriend and guess who couldn't be happier? if you guessed lando, you'd be wrong, it's actually her (but lando's a really close second).
category â
: smau.
notes â
: disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. with that out of the way, finally someone other than charles even though i still have like 2 drafts for him that i need to finish. ntm on the banner and article đ¶âđ«ïž. when you get to the hello kitty reactions pls just scrollđ it was funny when i made it but now it's just... and i cba to remove it. sorry this is so short đ.
part 2
yn_ln added to their story.
user00: oooh, girl's night????
user01: love seeing my fav wags out and about
user02: what happened to your foot? hope you're okayđ«¶
yourfriend: lils on her phone probably texting alexđ they make me sick w how cute they are
user03: y'all look so goodđ„Ž
user04: I just know that club's hot as satan's arsehole, how do you look so good? what's your secretđ€
alex_albon: please bring my girlfriend back in one pieceđ
yn_ln: nah, she's my girlfriend nowđȘ
user05: no ezra? break up abeg
maxfewtrell replied to your Close Friends story : did you forget she's on your cf
landonorris: do you think i'm stupid? obviously i removed her before posting this
maxfewtrell: so you do have a working brain cellđ€ congratsđ
monaspencer replied to your story : wasteman is hilarious but deserved.
alex_albon replied to your Close Friends story : may your efforts fail đ€đ
landonorris: WOWđ€Łđ€Ł
alex_albon: nothing personal mateđ€·ââïž
landonorris: WDYM nothing personal, you're literally cursing međ
randomfriend replied to your story : VINDICATION!!! i knew you couldn't readđ„ł
alex_albon replied to your Close Friends story : why did he have to be such a simp, now i owe lily and mona money
yn_ln: you're a millionaire, you can afford it, so suck it up kingđđ«¶đœ
monaspencer replied to your Close Friends story : you just made me 200⏠richerđ
yn_ln: i actually don't want to know...
lilymhe replied to your Close Friends story : now alex owes mo and i money, thank youđđ»
yn_ln: glad to be of service?
landonorris replied to your Close Friends story : i wonder who that handsome guy is
yn_ln: some stray i found wandering around and out of the goodness of my heart, i decided to bring into my home
landonorris: you're not funny
yn_ln: then why were you laughing at all my jokes earlier?
landonorris: i was laughing at how bad they weređ
yn_ln: sure...
charles_leclerc replied to your story : tangled on a date? how romantic
yourfriend replied to your Close Friends story : this doesn't look very "im done w yt men" đ€
yn_ln: you're in my business, don't do thatđ
yourfriend: but it's so interesting đ„Ž
‷ end note ⧠â
: made a cute lil divider so hopefully it distracts you from everything elseđ. honestly this took so long bc i was mostly working with vibes, no writing, no thoughts, just vibes. i don't know how some of y'all are so fast, like you guys amaze me, my goal is to just get more than 1 smau per month out. also i will no longer be writing for charles leclerc bc someone said he looked like noah schnapp and i can't unsee it đđ gonna have to change the draftsđ„Č
#lunavrse writes(?)â#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1 social media au#formula 1 smau#formula 1 x reader#instagram au#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris insta au#lando norris instagram au#lando norris smau#lando norris social media au#smau#social media au
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method acting â cl16
genre: angst, yearning, humor, fluff, journalist!reader, established relationship
word count: 13.2k
Thereâs a lot of things youâd like to do differently in life. And the weeks leading up to that night is one of them.
inspired by this, this, and this !
cherry here!⊠hello there. sooo this was supposed to go up a few days ago, but silly me scheduled the wrong date, haha, so this is me formally apologizing for that. on a more lighter note: iâm so excited for you guys to read this one considering this is the re-written version of âmethod actingâ if you guys even remember the original version. love u all very much, and enjoyyy :)
From his boyish smile, to his dominant smirkâyou knew it all.Â
The way it would slowly start to spread, but always ended with a dimple. You loved many things in lifeâmany, many thingsâbut nothing comes close to him. From the very start, heâs been gentle. A gentle giant, youâd sometimes joke with a teasing voice, to which heâd roll his eyes yet never deny.Â
The way heâd start every sentence withâhoneyâand end withâI love you. The way heâd cradle your face between his hands, kissing the corner of your mouth first before pressing down completely. The way heâd translate for you with all the patience in the world. Everything about him had been so easy to learn, so easy to love.
But here, in a room, staring at each other, you begin to wonder if you ever knew him at all. Because suddenly you donât know what the frown on his face means. What the furrowed brows with the pinched expression interpret to. You donât know any of it.Â
Why are you so surprised, though?
You caused this, anyways.
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âI still canât wrap my head around the fact that you donât know how to use a USB, Lis. Arenât you supposed to be, I donât knowâtech savvy?âÂ
Lissie aims a harsh glare before tapping her nail against the computer screen as if that might make the process a whole lot quicker. âSo what? I lied on my resume. Everybody does it.â
You chuckle. âWho even uses USBâs nowadays?â
âApparently Grandpa Will. Oh, yay, it's done!â She shimmies. âIâll see you later, mâkay?â With that, she zips down the paddock without a second glance. You sigh, gathering your stuff and making your way down the busy crowd, heading straight towards Ferrari Hospitality.Â
Heâs on his computer when you first walk in, keys clicking. He nibbles on his bottom lip, knits his dark brows like heâs in pain. As soon as you tap your finger against the wall, he perks up, all his interest suddenly gone. He grins. âAnd to what do I owe this pleasure?â
âLis,â you respond, claiming a seat next to him.Â
The Monegasque hums, leaning in to kiss your lips swiftly. âThank you, Elisabella.â You giggle, sneaking a quick peek at his open screen. âWhatchaâ workinâ on? Waitâlet me guess. Youâre getting your marriage license annulled?â
âTo be with you, yes,â he agrees, nodding enthusiastically. âHow do you think Joris is going to take it?â
A playful shrug. âHeâs just going to have to accept it, no?â
âI suppose.â Snapping the computer shut, he fixes himself, head pressed softly against your lap, closing his eyes. The sight of his even breaths and curved nose makes you smile as you start threading your fingers through his hair. He sighs, tense shoulders instantly rolling back. âJournling, and whatnot. Itâs a habit that has a near expiration date, for sure, but is quite nice as of now.â
And though he canât see you, your neat brows raise up in surprise. âJournaling on an electronic device? Why not an actual journal? You knowâsomething authentic. I actually know of a place back in Portland where they sell some cute ones, verââ
âIâm not looking for cute. Iâm looking for security.â A beat. âIâd lose it in a week, and we donât want that happening, now do we? My laptop works just fine. Plus, I feel more at peace knowing itâs not something I will just leave behind.â
âI wouldnât put it past you,â you declare, enjoying the way his lips twist with a childlike snarl. âAnyways, Iâm glad youâve picked up on a new hobby. Itâs good for you, Charlie.â
âLearned from the best.â You blush. âBy the way, media shouldnât last longer than an hour? Wanna go out?â
âArenât you tired?â you question, forcing his eyelids open as he squirms, pushing your hand away.
âA little. But I still want to do something with you.â
A tired sigh. âCute, but I canât. Lissie and William are out for today, so itâs just me, which means I have to conduct all the interviews by myself.â
The brunette bats an eye. âWhy?â
âShe forgot she had a deadlineâhence why I was busy helping herâand Will still has to look it over. They have to send it in by midnight and itâsâitâs a lot.â
âWhy couldnât she just email it?â
âThatâs what Iâm saying!â you screech, causing him to flinch and squeeze his eyes. Sheepishly, you pat his head. âHe insisted on a USB. Says he wants all work done like the olden days.â
âThat sucks,â he mumbles. âAnd who even uses USBâs nowadays? Theyâre so outdated.â
âThatâs what Iâmââ You stop, mid-sentence, lowering your voice when he sits up and scoots away. âSaying,â you finish, whispering. You purse your lips, sending a slight grimace. âYou get it.â
Charles nods, standing up and placing his laptop into his duffel bag. âIâll come back and pick you up, yeah? Meanwhile, I can maybe cook something for us.â
âHoney,â you coo. âI love you, but please donât.â His face drops. What the fuck? You giggle. âHow about take-out?â
âHow about,â he mutters, stiff as a statue when you press your lips down onto his jaw, but quickly melts. âChinese?â
âSounds good.â Another peck. âIâll call you!â
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If you rememberâand you do rememberâyou fell in love with writing ever since you watched The Devil Wears Prada. It was a reset for you because before that you had seriously considered going to law. At first, you started with column writing in your school's newspaper. No one ever read it, youâd always find it on the floor after being trampled on, but you never cared.Â
Soon after, you started publishing smaller pieces here and there on your fashion blog that has since been taken down, but that was the moment you knew. Thing was, you wanted to nurture this into a career, you really did, but nothing to do with fashion, rather sports.Â
Maybe it had to do with the fact that every Sunday your Grandpa would beg for you to come over to his house and watch the races with him. They were extremely boring at first. Who willingly drives for roughly two hours in loops? Then, it clicked. Everything changed and you were enthralled.Â
After that, all you knew was that you wanted it bad. It was hard, studying over time in order to get done quickly and just start working, but it was well worth it. You met Lis the same year she started working with Formula One, so you both figured a lot of things out together, and for two years, it was just you and her, interviewing and writing about the drivers on the grid.
But he noticed you both years ago.
He first noticed the burn on the back of your left leg. He initially thought it was a band-aid by the way it healed, but later found out you had burned yourself with a curling iron back in highschool when you were rushing to get your senior pictures taken. Then he noticed your eyes and the way they always had a glimmer to them, even if something wasn't going your way. He respected the hell out of you after that.
 How do you do that?Â
You freeze. Do what?
Stay soâŠsoâoptimistic. Happy, I suppose.
You laughed then, and he saw the way your hair fell over your shoulder like a silk curtain. He would have smiled if he wasnât so stuck up on that. Itâs all a facade. They way you see meâitâs not real.
Believe me, I donât think youâre real.
You blush, looking back down at your journal where youâve been too busy scribbling prior to his question. You just have to ignore them sometimes, you know? Remind yourself that they donât know you and you donât know them. Trust me, it helps.
And after that, you two never stopped talking.Â
Whether it was about work, or perhaps even the weather, you two always had something going on. Something everyone noticed, but never brought up. And at one point, you confessed your next dream.
Journalist of the Year, he repeated, a goofy smile slowly itching his skin. Yeah, I can see that.
Itâs not that easy, though, you retort, exhaling heavily. I mean, Iâve been doing this for quite a while now and I havenât even been considered once, which is fine, maybe Iâm not good enough, but maybe itâs also time toâŠI donât knowâgive up?
He kept quiet, kept his eyes focused on you, and frowned. If itâs something you want, then itâs most likely something you can have.Â
Pft, you scoff. Nah. Not this. Itâs nearly unattainable for someone like me. Even Lissie has won, and weâve been here for the same amount of years. Now Iâm not saying she doesnât deserve it, but that just comes to show that thereâs always someone better. And Iâm just here. You look up. Itâs okay, you can laugh.
A beat. I could be a hypocrite to tell you that itâs not good to measure how talented you are or how talented you can be based on some award, but Jesus Chrsit, I do the same thing. I understand. And itâs because I understand that Iâm telling you to keep working hard and prove yourself to them. You have it in youâIâve known ever since we met. You smile. Your time will come, yeah?
And for the first time: you believed it.Â
A nod. Thanks, Charles. Yours will too.
About a month later, you two started officially dating. It almost seemed too good to be true at times, but wherever he looked for you in the crowd, you knew it just had to be.Â
But the start of your relationship was also the end of something else.
Interviews and articles?Â
He nods. Right. None of that.
You follow his actions, nodding numbly as you blink. So, no more working together? Because you want me to have a fair shot?
Yes, he confirmed. I just donât want you to be nominatedâbecause itâs only a matter of time, I have a feelingâand feel as if they picked you simply because of your dating status.Â
Whoâs going to do all of that, then?Â
Thereâs plenty of other reporters. Lissie? Will? Maybe even Natalie. He took a step closer, grabbing your hands gently. What Iâm trying to say is that I want you to feel accomplished. That what you did was simply because of your work, and not having to do with your connections because trust me, that doesnât feel good.
But I love working with you. You give his hand a squeeze, tilting your head and smiling sadly. Youâre my favorite person to write about and talk toâŠ
And he genuinely seemed to be pained by your words, wincing.
But you suck it up because you know heâs right. Iâll always be your favorite?
Only the best.
A hum. Alright then. You take a step back, extending your hand for a professional handshake. He smiles, taking it and giving it a good tug.
 It was nice working with you, Mr. Leclerc.
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âIâll never understand,â Lissie starts, pressing the elevator button for the twenty-fifth floor and chewing on a licorice. âWhy you two ever create such a stupid rule like that?â A hard chew. âAll Iâm saying is that it could have definitely helped you out a whole lot. You probably would have won by now.â
You roll your eyes, but not without thinking how she might be right. Youâve definitely wondered about a world in which you two hadnât taken this approach, and while it would have been nice, you also know that it would have felt a little less special knowing that being a nepo to Charles had something to do with it. Which is most likely what would have happened, letâs be completely honest here.Â
âYou came to this arrangement, what? Twenty years ago, maybe fourty? And itâs not to be rude, but you haven't been nominated, so was this really worth it if it hasnât made much of a difference?â
âOkay,â you grunt, ripping the red candy away from her and throwing it into the nearby trash as soon as you step out of the elevator. She pouts, following along. âI think we get it, I fucked up, very funny.â
âNo,â she hums. âI never said you did, I was simply thinking, that's all.â You scoff. âBut whatever. I have a feeling this is it. You definitely have it in the bag. Theyâd be crazy not to add you for a fourth time!â
Spinning, you smile bitterly at the Brit girl. She gulps. âThank you, Lis, your mild support is very much appreciated.â
You turn back around, walking faster.
âSheesh, sorry,â she hisses, entering the familiar office with a lost expression.
Carly, your manager runs over, practically jumping onto you and hugging you tight. âLis, close the door!â You groan at the loud sound against your ear, but she's none the wiser, already embracing you harder. âYou did it!â
âI told you!â Lissie shoots smugly.
You freeze, heart racing. âYouâre lying.â
âIâm not lyingââ
âWhy would she be lying?â
Letting go, Carly lets out a delirious laugh. âEverythingâall of itâhas finally paid off. You did it, youâre on the list!â
âHoly shit,â you whisper in disbelief, playing with your necklace as you pace the spacious office. Lissie and Carly both grin at each other from ear to ear, nodding enthusiastically. You come to a halt. âAre you making this up because I said I would kill myself if I didnât make it this year because, for your information, I was totally kidding!â
âItâs not a joke,â the redhead squeals, jumping again. âIâm so proud of you!â
âI am too!â Lissie shrieks, running and kissing you face as you try your best to swat her away even though youâre laughing. âEven after what I said in the elevator, I knew this shit was the real deal this time! Didnât I tell you? Carly, I told her.â She twirls you, making you grin harder. âYou won!â
âOkay, let's touch some grass, ladies,â Carly cuts in. âWe canât forget that this is just a nomination and that thereâs still work that needs to be done in order to secure our best chances.â
âRight,â you respond, elegantly fixing yourself and nodding up and down. You freeze. âWait, what work? I thought this was it?â
Carly shakes her head. âOh honey, weâre just getting started.â A pause. âYou have to write an article.â
âI amâconfused. What do you mean by article?â
The Brit takes a seat in a nearby chair, tossing her hair over her shoulder. âItâs their one and only requirement. Show them why they should pick you.â
Carly nods, red hair bouncing. âShouldnât be too hard. Youâre as talented as they come. Just do what you do, butâŠbetter!â
Color drains your face as you go back to pacing. âWhat do you mean better? This is all I got! Thereâs nothing left to show, oh Godââ
âWhat are you talking about?â your manager yelps. âThereâs always more!â
âExactly,â Lissie hums, somehow munching on another piece of candy. âThereâs alwaysâthat, yeah. More.â
Your eye twitches. âOkay, you already went through this and won. How did you do it?â
She pouts, tapping the licorice against her lips before clicking her fingers. âI wrote my piece on fashion and how itâs made its way into Formula One. Wasnât even that hard. Well. Shouldn't be. Write what you know and itâll come to ya, they say. Or maybe they donât, but definitely still do that.â
Your shoulders drop, plopping down next to her and placing a pillow over your face. âFuck. Thatâs genius.â It is, isnât it? she mumbles, slowly chewing in deep thought. Screaming into the pillow, you feel the frustration you didnât have a second ago finally erupt. âWhat am I going to do?â
âSweetheart,â Carly starts, forearms pressed against her glass desk, and stern eyes trained onto you. âYou have got to be one of the most raw writers I have ever worked with.â A beat. âSorry, Lis.âÂ
âScrew you,â she snarls, focusing on her phone now.Â
Your manager sighs, rubbing her temples. âAnd please take that as a compliment because it is. You donât hold back, and you tell it how it is. Thatâs what makes you one of the best! And if it werenât for you wanting this, I would have definitely sent an angry email on your behalf because you deserve this more than anyone.â
âWow,â the Brit muttered, raising her dark brows.Â
âSorry,â she mumbles, cringing. âBut youâve won already, Lis, and we supported you, and nowâŠâ She faces you again with soft eyes. âWeâre doing this for you. You got it, mâkay?â
âButââ your voice cuts off as you blink rapidly, losing focus with the thought of failing, imprinting itself into the forefront of your mind. âI donât know what to write about, which is weird because I always have an idea, at least. Thatâs simply a bad sign, that much I know.â
âItâs only bad if you think it is,â Lissie says, clicking her phone off and smiling gently. âBut in all honesty, I think itâs actually quite good. That means you know what's at stake, and you know you have to make this the best goddamn article in your entire life.â A beat. âWrite what you know, Iâm telling you.â
âWhat she said,â Carly squeaks cheerfully, eyes crinkling as she starts pouring champagne and handing them one by one. âBut just so you know, we have to get this in by October thirteenth because they make their decision by the sixteenth.â
âBut thatâs Charlesâ birthday week,â you wail, rubbing your eyes harshly. âFucking hellââ
âHeâll understand,â Lissie cuts you off, clicking her glass against Carlyâs who shrugs, sipping neatly. âAll of us know he will.â
âOkay then,â you whisper slowly. You curl your hand tighter against the glass. âCheers?â
âCheers, mate!â
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Entering his Monaco flat, Charles lets out a tired sigh, taking his shoes off and flinging his keys to the nearby coffee table. The loud thud makes him flinch before running over hurriedly. A large scratch lays across the rich wood as he panics, kneeling down to inspect it carefully.
âAre you serious, Charlie?â he hears over his shoulder, jumping to find you with a frown on your lips and hands on your hips. âThat was a gift!â
âIâm sorry!â he squeaks. âFrom your Grandpa, I know, Iâm sorry!â
You let out a breath, shrugging. âItâs fine. How was your day?â
He eyes you suspiciously once before getting closer to you and kissing you hello. âEh. Decent. Yours?â
Plump lips twist before flattening back out. âDecent.â
He squints, noticing the way you play with your necklace. âYouâre lying.â
âNo, Iâm not,â you answer quickly. Defensively.
His brows furrow deeper. âBlow me.â
âBlow you?â
âYes. Right here, right nowâblow me.â He demonstrates, letting out a breath as if taking a breathalyzer test.Â
You let out a sore laugh, rolling your heels as you stumble back. What? Your laughing stops, though tears run down your face as you try to get your words out. âYou mean breathe out, not blow you.â Your giggles pick up once again, making him blush deep red. âGod, you need to learn a bit more proper english.â
He looks away, cringing at the sound of his voice replaying, and then turning with a stoic face. âDonât change the subject.â A pause. âBreathe out.â
You freeze. âWhy?â
âDonât ask questions, just do it.â âIâm not going to do it.â
âJust do it,â he presses harder.
You glare. âNo. Iâm not.â
Taking one last glance, he leaps forward with zero warning and starts tickling you, making your squeal. Stop! âBreathe!â I am breathing, you twat! âBlow meâGod damn it! Whatever! Blow! Breathe! Blow!âÂ
âFine, fine, just stop!â you screech, giggles coming to an end as he nods and stares down at you, which by now, youâre laid down on the couch with him towering over. You blush, breathing out lightly, nearly nothing. He rolls his eyes. Blow me harder. âBlow me harder,â you mimic, copying his accent.Â
He groans. âYou get what Iâm sayingââ
âI donât, though,â you joke, laughing harder. As soon as your eyes shut, he smiles down at you affectionately, but when they open again, he reverts his lips back into a straight line. Your lips wobble playfully. Letting out a big breath, he whiffs strongly. âGross, Cha!â
âYou smell like strawberry sorbet, relax.â A beat. âOpen your mouth and stick your tongue out for me.â
âOkay, this is getting really kinky.â
He aims for a deadpan expression.Â
Rolling your eyes, you do as you're told and he lets out a scream. âWhat the fuck!â
âItâs red!â
âNo duh, Charles!â
âStrawberry sorbet. The last pint. You ate it all, didnât you?â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âSo that's a yes.â
You frown.
âAnd we always share, but when we donât itâs because youâre going through something and you couldnât help yourself.â
âOkay, Sherlock Holmes, we get it,â you grunt, pushing him off as you sit up. He does the same, staring at you, concerned. âBy the way, does that upset you?â
âThe ice cream? Nah.â
You nod, then yawn. âWhy do you have to be so attentive?â
âBecause I love you.â
You smile. âI made it onto the list.â
âThe list?â
âThe list.â
A wide grin dances across his pink lips as he jumps onto the coach, up and down, making you bounce and stare up with a soft look. âThe list! Thee list. Holy crap, congratulations, honey!â Landing on the ground, he hugs you, digging his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it over and over. âYou smell niceâcongratsâis that citrusâwait, this smells really niceââ
âIt is citrus,â you giggle as he separates from you. âAnd thanks. It means the most coming from you.â
Silence takes over for a second or two before his brows knit neatly. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNo. Nothing.â They raise up higher. âIâm not gonna lieâIâm scared.â
Tugging you closer to his chest, he drags so you two are laying back down. You close your eyes at the feeling of his arms wrapping around you like some blanket. âAbout what? You totally got this.â
âHmph. Itâs just that, I, uh. I have to write an article on a topic of my choice, andâI. Donât know? I have no clue what to write about.â
Listening attentively, he doesnât interrupt as your words begin to pour out like a prayer. He doesnât even interrupt when you say something along the lines of being âat bestâmediocreâ, even though he really wanted to. You scoff. âItâs a silly problem to have, Iâm well aware, butâŠitâs the truth.â
The Monegasque picks your breathing patterns, mindlessly copying as you cuddle him. âYouâll figure it out.â
You swiftly look up, cheek pressed against his heart beat. âThatâs it?â
âWhat else do you want me to say?â
What do you want him to say? Your lips open aimlessly, then close forcefully.Â
He grabs a nearby blacket, covering you both and hugging you the same heâs seen you hug your teddy bear. âI think you need to have a little bit more faith. In yourself, that is. Because your mindâŠâ Green eyes connect with yours as your breath comes to a strong halt. He tends to make your body react that way, quite often. He sends a simple grin. Dimples and all.
âIt's the most beautiful thing on this earth.â
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Abu Dhabi 2021.
Itâs been talked about too much already.
Spain 2016.
Youâre kidding, right?
Fine. Azerbaijan 2018â
You let out a muffled scream. âPierre, no! I need something better.â
âBetter than all that drama?â he dead pans, genuinely confused as to why his ideas are being shut down.
You exhale, hair flying outward. âI love it too, but I need something new. Unheard of.â
The Frenchman pauses, curling a brow. âIâve gone blank.â
You bite down on your tongue, shrugging it off. âItâs okay. I should probably come up with my own topic, anyways.â
Getting up, you wave goodbye and make your way to the ice cream truck thatâs been rented out for the weekend. Smartest investment, you think to yourself as you twirl your tongue around the lavender spoon.Â
âThis time I really do mean itâblow me.â
Squinting up at the sunâwhich so happens to be behind Charles like a haloâyou chuckle, feeding him a spoonful. âGood, no?â
âDelicious,â he hums, going in for another. âHave you tried the funnel cakes?â They have funnel cakes? you squeal, eyes shining. He nods. âWant one?â
You deflate. âLater.â
Watching the crowd walk by, you two sit there, switching turns and enjoying each other's company. Itâs amazing how no one comes up to Charles, either. Not that he would mind, but itâs definitely a nice surprise. Glancing over, he hands the spoon back to you. âCome up with something?â
âI have a few ideas, but nothing solid yet.â
Pistachio ice cream melts away faster. âI told Pierre to leave you alone, I hope he didnât bother you too much.â
âHeâs actually the reason why I have these ideas. Donât let him know, though, I would never live it down.â
Watercolor eyes go wide. âReally? Pierre actually helped?â
âWeird, huh?â
âWithout a doubt.â
âDonât stress out too much, honey. You still have time.â
You purse your lips. âBut the sooner I figure it, the sooner I can start and just focus, and do the proper research and try andââ
âYou have time,â he reaffirms with a knowing look. You cock your head and he sends a sly grin. âPlenty.â
âPlenty,â you copy as he nods along. Extending his arm, he signals to the spoon. You shake your head. âYou can have the rest.â
âYouâre the gift that keeps on giving.â
-
Write what you know. Write. What. You. Know.
What the fuck does that even mean?
Biting down on your pen, youâre spaced out, staring at the picture frame. In it, Charles and Carlos smile, you can tell, behind their helmets. While the Monegasqueâs eyes crinkle sweetly, the Spaniards are dilated and wide. Both nice, but nothing beats those green eyes.Â
You can slowly feel your sanity slipping away, day by day. Thereâd be times where you thought you had it figured out, but then youâd bring it up and Lissie would smile and sayâ
âYes! Stick to that one! Start it. Right now.â
It wouldnât seem genuine because you know she just wanted you to get it done given itâs due in less than two weeks. And even though it was good, it wasnât good enough.Â
âIâm just going to brainstorm a few more ideas.â
Sheâd given up, mumbling beneath her breath and grabbing her keynotes and headed to her meeting. Well, technically it was your meeting too, but again. Time crunch.
Hence, why youâre admiring the picture and thinking harder than you were a minute ago. The door slides open then, the two Ferrari drivers back from their media duties. You rip your gaze away as soon as they make their way closer. âHow does one fake their own disappearance?â
âOi,â the brown eyed boy warns, toothy grin expanding. âGood question, though.â
âOi, you,â your boyfriend warns back, glaring at his teammate. âAt this point, Iâm sure sheâd go through with it.â He turns to you. âHoney, youâve got to decide already, it canât be that hard.â
âI know that!â you burst out, ears burning as you avoid their eyes. âBut thereâs just so much! I donât want to jump the gun and make a mistake, is all.â
Carlos juts his lip, then rolls his jaw. âIf only you took someoneâs very good proposition.â
A scoff. âI wasnât going to write about Papaya Rules, Chili.â
âIt wouldâve been so good, though!â A beat. âWhat aboutââ
âNor multi-21.â
His expression drops, along with his shoulders, and strolls away, flipping you off. I hope you figure it out, then! A low chuckle makes its way as you exhale loudly. âCâmon, whatâs the problem this time?â
You bite your lip, brows drawn in together as you gaze back at Charles. âIâm not entirely convinced.â
âHoneyâŠâ
âA-and I know Iâm running out of time, but I just want it to be perfect!â
He smiles, throwing his arm on your shoulder. âAnd it will be, but you need a topic.â
âYeahâŠâ You raise a brow. âWhat happened to having âplentyâ of time?â
The Monegasque wiggles his brows. âYou canât take up too much advantage.â
-
Iâve decided.Â
Thatâs the lie you settle with because quite frankly, youâre done with the constant questions. If you were going to come up with the best matter to write about, then you need to have a clear head. Carly is over the moon, Lissie is ecstatic, and Charles is proud.Â
Great! Whatâs it going to be about?
Itâs a surprise.Â
At first, they were all as curious as can be, but later when you insisted that itâd be better that way, they nodded, though the interest was still there.Â
Nowâwith only a week and a half before your due dateâyou lay, plopped on your stomach, fingers teasing the keyboard as you watch Charles jump into his race suit. You sigh, sitting up. âI think Iâm going to stay in here today.â
He fixes the zipper. âYeah?â
You nod. âThat way I can work and watch you.â You point to the T.V. hung up on his room wall. âIs that okay with you?â
âWhatever you need to do in order to focus, baby.â A wink. âItâs fine by me.â
Theyâre in lap sixty out of seventy-five, the last time you check, and your page remains as white as a ghost and as bare as a newborn baby. Itâs both amusing and mind-boggling. Groaning, you hit your head with the back of your hand before running it down your face. Then, to make matters worse, your laptop dies.
Shit, you grit as you look around and spot Charlesâ placed neatly on top of a nearby chair. Strolling over, you grab and open it, typing in his passcode and signing into your account. A few seconds later, the blank page resurfaces. Blinking slowly, you spot it.Â
Notes.Â
You take a look around, but really donât know why since youâre the only one in his motorhome, and then click onto the App, furrowing your brows with concentration.Â
Turns out, you really like to read because one after another, you skim through his journal entries without a second thought. Eagerly, might you add. Some things you know, others you donât, but nevertheless, youâre caught off guard. How sensitive he is and how it portrays in every word. Not only are you amazed, but youâre completely engrossed.Â
And it sparks something in you.
With a large grin, the brunette makes his way back to his room, trophy in hand and handshakes and pats on the back all around. Grazie mille, he beams as he makes his way closer, sending a final wave before opening his door. Finding you with his spare helmet over your head, he laughs. You giggle, opening the visor. âThatâs one good looking winner!â
He laughs, placing the gold trophy down and enjoying you the way you struggle to take it off. You let out a loud gasp as soon as he assists you, tugging it off. âShit.â Another gasp. âHow do you wear that thing for two hours?â Fixing your hair, you pat it down as you send him a sheepish smile. âGive me a kiss!â
âNo thanks. Too sweaty.â
Pouting, you pinch his ear tenderly before he gives in, pressing his lips against yours. âYou were amazing out there, Charlie. You really were, I want you to know.â
Green eyes soften as he tries his best to savor this moment. âOnly cause you say so.â You giggle, hugging his waist and he drapes his hands over your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head. âHow far along were you able to get?â
A hum. âQuite far, actually.â
He lets out a whistle, making your cheeks glow. âLooks like weâre both having a good day.â
âLooks like,â you swoon. âLooks like.â
Tilting your head back, you match with his eyes as he sends a dimpled smile.Â
Write what you know, you think to yourself as he leans back down to kiss you. His lips greedily crash against your own as you let out a soft moan, playing with his hair, large hands making their way down to your ass. And you, my dear CharlieâŠ
He groans, shuddering as soon as grind back against his thigh. You smile, admiring his open mouth.
I know you very well.
-
You feel guilty when you start on your first page, but by the time you make it to your third, youâve talked yourself out of it. You would explain. As soon as youâre done, before you turn it in, you would explain it all to him. Tell him that this is simply because you love him. How heâs your biggest inspiration, and how this wasnât you using him, but rather you showing others how amazing he truly is.
He notices it right awayâthe determination. And he admires you for it because he hasnât seen you like that ever since your writerâs block. So, he tries not to intrude in moments where youâre on a roll, and instead makes sure to have a bath ready for you. He joins you sometimes, too.
Cracking your fingers, you yawn, exhausted, and stretch like a cat. He chuckles, closing his book like a light thud. âUpdate?â
âSix pages.â
âWow. You really got it going on.â You blush. âYou deserve something sweet. What do you want?â
âBut itâs so late, and you have to be up early tomorrowâŠâ
He rolls his eyes, already grabbing your trench coat. âItâs a bit cold out right now.â
You smile.
Itâs not that far of a walk, three miles. After buying you a hot chocolateâwith extra whipâhe takes your mitten covered hand and leads you out the small coffee shop. By now, not many people are out, so it makes for a calm stroll.
âShhhâah,â you hiss, tongue sticking out as your face twists with subtle pain. He laughs, eyes crinkling. Drink slowly, he says, voice laced with humor. âThe cool air helps,â you murmur, blowing on the hot drink. âAre you sure you donât want anything?â
He shakes his head. âI just wanted you to unwind.â
âYouâre so thoughtful,â you coo, enjoying the way his ears turn pink. You giggle. âWhy do I feel like youâre thinking about something, though?â
âI am. You.â A gust of wind dances. âAlways.â
You purse your lips, taking a slow sip, lipstick painting the white lid. âIâm serious, Cha. Youâve been quiet ever since you got off that phone call two hours ago.â Neat brows knit together with concern. âIs everything okay?â
âYes,â he answers, but itâs too quick for it to be the truth.
Giving his large hand a squeeze, you send a knowing look. His breath hitches. âYou can talk to meââ
âAre you almost done with your article?â he asks, obviously changing the topic as he stares up ahead, and if not, down at his shoes. Pink nose twitches. âI miss you, and call me greedy, but I was hoping youâd be done before my birthday, at least, that way we couldâŠI donât knowââ He shrugs. âYouâve just been really busyâwhich I get why, and I understandâbut I miss y-you.â
Wincing, you chew your bottom lip a couple times before letting go. âAlmost, but.â His shoulders drop, making your stomach twist. You panic. âI feel like Iâm missing something. Like the final bang in order for it to beâŠâ A beat. âIâll be done before your birthday, you can count on that.â
Round eyes finally flicker up as he nods, a more relaxed look evident. âThis makes me sound so needy,â he says. âWhich I guess I am, buââ
âDonât apologize,â you cut him off with a reassuring smile. âBut please, tell me whatâs going onâŠâ
The Monegasque stiffens. Despite walking, you can tell. You can feel it. Also, it doesnât take a genius to notice. âTheyâre not renewing Carlosâ contract for next year.â
You stop walking, making him stop too. Heâs still holding onto you, rubbing small circles against cashmere. âW-why?â
âGuess.â
Your mind races. The rumors have definitely been swirlingâeveryoneâs heardâbut really? âTheyâre actually doing it?â
He nods.
âLewis,â you whisper like it the first time you pronounce his name. âThis is, uhâŠwow. I mean, wow.âÂ
âYup,â he says, popping the p. âWow, for sure.â Letting go, he takes a small step back, but still faces you with an uneasy look. âThey brought it up as a possibility, but I donât know why I never thought theyâd be capable ofâŠâ He grimaces. âI canât even begin to imagine how Carlos must be feeling.â
âWerenât they just praising him last time during your guysâ team meeting?â You curl the cup towards your chest. âThatâs fucked up.â Charles sighs, pinching the tip of his nose swiftly. Your eyes fill up with concern. âWhat about you?â
âI got an extension.â
You let out a breath of relief, nodding. âO-okay, okay. Thatâs good, Charlie, thatâs really good.â When he keeps quiet, you pause all movement and blink feverishly. âWhy are you upset, then?â
âIâm not,â he answers. âOnly worried.â Listening closely, you silently wait for him to continue. He sighs, rubbing his eyes, suddenly tired. âItâs just thatâŠhe. Heâs Lewis,â he finishes like thatâs enough explanation.
You curl a brow. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
A weak chuckle. âIt means heâs better, and the team is going to favor him over me.â A timid shrug. âI get it, though. If anyone can bring a Championship home for the team, itâs going to be him.â
âItâs going to be you.â
âNo.â The light in his eyes gave out, slowly and painfully so. âItâs not.â
Berry lips open, then close lamely, analyzing him like the world's biggest mystery. Sternly, you narrow your eyes down like knives. âWorld Champion?â
He flinches.
You click your tongue. âDo you realize how crazy you sound?â
âWhat?â he says, puzzled.
You nod. âWhy are you giving up so easily, huh?â
Sharp jaw clenches. âI donât know. Maybe itâs because heâs a former World Champion, and Iâm not.â He chuckles sourly. âItâs really not that difficult to figure out. I mean, Iâve been working for it for so long now, and look at me! Iâm nowhere close to being there!â
Silence. Chest heaves. You never let go of your gaze, and he has no other choice than to do the same. Heâs not mad at youânot mad at anyone, reallyâbut heâs frustrated. And yeah. Maybe he is giving up the fight, but anyone else who was in his position would too. No one wants to be the laughing stock, no one wants to be compared.Â
âListen to me Charles Leclerc, and listen to me closely because Iâm only going to say this once.â
He waits.
âIf itâs something you want, then itâs most likely something you can have.â
Pink lips turn upward as he tilts his head in the slightest of tilts.
Holding his face between your delicate hands, you raise your brows, shivering at the icy air. He can feel your hand vibrate against his skin as he grabs them, brings them up to his mouth, and blows hot air onto them. âI believe in you. Everybody does. Do you believe in that?â
And it takes a moment for him to answer. It takes a moment for it to register. He nods. Sure of himself.
âOnly because you do.â
-
âA USB?â He frowns. âI thought you hated those?â
âI do,â you say, combing through your hair, staring at him through the reflection of the mirror. âBut I feel like this makes it real. Physically turning it in, I mean. Itâs dumb, butâŠâ You check the time, shrieking and grabbing your things. âCarly is going to kill me! Okay, Iâll be back in an hour, and then we can go with your family for dinner, or Iâll meet you there, yeah?â You huff. âRed or white wine?â
âSparkling water,â he ponders. âMaman is trying to get to âquit.â Which is probably not the right way to put it because itâs not like Lorenzo, Arthur, and I are alcoholics.â
âOh. Alright then, Iâll just get that instead.â Tippy toeing, you peck his cheek briskly, sweet perfume hitting him. âI love you.â
Adoration fills his watercolor eyes. âI love you, too.â
Who knew?
Who knew thatâd be the last time youâd hear those words coming from him?
-
Entering the familiar office, you wheeze, crouching down to catch your breath before sending over a coy smile. Carly laughs, clearly amused, before signaling to the chair that sits right in front of her. âWe could have done this any other day as long as it was before the deadline, you know?â
âNo,â you pant, heart beat barely switching back to its regular pace. Well. Sort of. âI need to get this out of the way, I promised Charles Iâd be free before his birthday. He said it was his one and only wish, could you believe that, heâs so cute, isnât he?â She blinks. Pink dusts your cheekbones. âAnyways, here it is.â
Looking down at your extended hand, she almost lets out a snicker. âI get Iâm older than you, but really? You emailing it to me would have been just as effective.â
âI didnât want to risk it going straight into your spam folder.â That, and I donât want to see when you actually read it because I have a funny feeling youâre going to disapprove, which is okay, fair. âHere.â
âVery well, then,â she mumbles, retrieving it. âWhy donât we proofread it together one more time before sendââ
Horrified at the innocent suggestion, you leap up from your chair, pushing back. âThereâs no need, I checked it about a thousand times.â She raises a sharp brow at your outburst, the defensiveness in it. You laugh nervously. âAnd I should get going, anyways. Pascale is cooking Cha an early birthday dinner, canât be late.â
Placing her forearms against the table, she nods slowly, but still unsure. âI wonât hold you back any longer, then. Tell him I said happy birthday.â
Tight lips form a forced smile, uneven breaths expanding. âOf course.â
Youâre expected in an hour, so when you should be up forty-five minutes early, Pascale is pleased, but a bit surprised. Hugging you hello, she opens the door wider, letting you in. âTheyâre out in the back. Dinner should be ready in a bit.â
âNo worries. Do you need any assistance?â
She shakes her head, thin blond hair swaying. âIâve got it all under control, chĂ©rie.â
Nodding, you put your things down and start making your way towards the sound, beers clinking. You let out a snicker. âAnd here you are claiming not to be an alcoholic,â you joke. Flustered, Charles turns to face your soft voice.Â
âItâs my first,â he squeaks.
âThird,â both Lorenzo and Arthur shoot, greeting you with a gentle nod.Â
âIt barely even has any alcohol,â your boyfriend tries defending, but the crack in his voice makes everyone burst out with laughter. Blood rushes to his cheeks. âWerenât you supposed to be with Carly?â
âI was, but we got done pretty quickly.â
âWhatâd she think?â he asks, tugging you onto his lap. You giggle, meanwhile Arthur gags and Lorenzo blinks unbothered. âBet she loved it.â
âI wouldnât know. I left before she read it.â
He cocks his head. âSeriously?â
You nod. âYou said you wanted my full attention.â
âI didnât say it like thatââ
âWell, now you have it.â You kiss his nose gingerly. âHappy early birthday, Charlie.â
The Monegasque smiles deeply. âThank you.â
âArthur! Lorenzo! Come help and set the table!â
Arthur groans. âWhy just us? What about Charles?â
Poking her head out the window, Pascale aims a stern look, making him dash up. You laugh, ideally going to stand up, but gets tugged back down onto his thigh. You roll your eyes. âI should help, too. But you stay here and relax.â
âI will, but only if you stay with me.â
âPascale needs my helpââ
âRight, but she has both of them already.â He gives your hair a gentle tug. âStay.â
Sighing, you nod, resting your head on his shoulder as he holds you. From here, you can see the breathtaking view of Monacoâs sunset. The ocean, the trees. Filled with satisfaction in life, you kiss the side of his neck, making him squirm slightly. âCarly says happy birthday. Early. Early birthday.â
A hum. âMake sure to tell her that I said thank you, the next time you see her.â
The sound of waves crashing sings softly. He traces shapes down your leg. âWhen will I be able to read it?â
Youâre sure you stop breathing. âS-soon. After Carly gives me the green light, at least.â
A beat. âIâm excited.â
Your stomach churns. âYou are?â
âMhm. Very. Didnât you know I was your biggest fan?â
Fixing yourself to look at him, you open your lips, feeling how dry theyâve become. âCharlesââ
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
A sore laugh. âTheyâre calling you.â
You reach towards your back pocket, pulling it out. Carly Freeman. Clicking it off, you shake your head. âItâs nothing.â
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
He wiggles his brows. âDoesnât seem like itâs nothing. Answer her, itâs fine.â
âSheâs going to have to wait until tomorrow,â you announce, standing up and dusting your hands off. âIâm here with you, and she's going to have to wait. Whatever it is, it canât be more important than this.â
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.Â
He sends a worried look. âAre you sure? What if it has something to do with your article? You should pick upââ
âI said Iâm here with you,â you affirm. âTomorrow. Sheâll be fine.â
âOkayâŠâ Standing to his full height, he sends a gesture towards the house. âLet's go?â
His hand reaches out, waiting for you. You smile, taking it. âLetâs go.â
-
Your phone keeps buzzing and it doesnât let him sleep.
That, and Carly is a terrible liar.
Shifting in the bed as quietly as possible, Charles reaches for your phone, trying his best not to wake you. âHello?â he croaks. The line stays quiet, static rolling. âI know it's you, Carly.â
âCharles! Howâs my favorite driver?âÂ
You twist, unwrapping your leg that was draped over him. He freezes, soothing you a bit before you settle down. Climbing off the bed, he walks out, gently closing the door and heading towards the living room. âI know your favorite is Fernando, whatâs up?â
She laughs nervously, cursing underneath her breath. âIs my little journalist with you?â
âShe is.â
âGreat! May I speak with her very quickââ
âBut sheâs asleep.â She groans. âWhy? Is something wrong?â
âWellâŠâ
Sitting down on the couch, he leans back, placing his feet onto the coffee table. Normally, he wouldnât, but you werenât here right now, and lucky for him, he wasnât wearing any shoes. He clicks his tongue. âDoes this have something to do with your guysâ meeting today?â
âYes. And no.â More static. âDo you mind waking her up for me?â
âUmâŠwell I do. Sorry, Carly, but she needs to get some rest, sheâs been working non-stop, andââ
âNo, no, I get it!â she squeals. âI totally understand. Can you let her know that I need to talk to her as soon as possible? Likeâurgent. Please and thank you and have a good night!â
âWait,â he says, furrowing his brows and pushing the phone closer to his ear. âWhatâs going on?â
âNothing to worry about. Too much,â she adds. âItâs just that I need a bit of clarification, thatâs all.â
âClarification?â
âYup. On a tiny mistake of hers. But we can fix it together, she still has time, and if she hurries then we can still meet the deaââ
âShe doesnât make mistakes, though. Ever.â
A hiss. âItâs a tiny one, Charlesââ
âOkay, tell me and Iâll tell her.â
âWhat? I canât. I need to speak directly with her first.â
âCarlyâŠâ
âWhat now?â she grits.Â
âWhatâs the issue?â he presses harder. âIâll let her know right now.â
The line goes quiet. For a moment, he begins to wonder if sheâs hung up already, but when she clears her throat, he listens carefully, but canât decipher her mumbles.
âShe gave me the wrong USB.â Thatâs it? She groans. âListen to me Charlesâthe USB she brought to be today only has her title written on it along with a few notes about what itâs supposed to be about. Itâs the wrong one and I need the other one now.â
âOkay,â he mutters slowly, nodding. âIâm sure sheâll bring it to you once I let her know, but thatâs going to have to be until tomorrow.â
She gasps. âYou said youâd let her know right now!â
He winces. âI know I did, but itâs late! Trust me, though. Iâll tell her you called and Iâll even drive her myself tomorrow to drop it off. It must be around here somewhere rightâŠâ And it sure is. Sitting nicely on the coffee table, inches away from his feet. He sits up straight away, picking it up as if it were some sort of new discovery. Which in a way, it was. âCarly, why is this so important to you?â
âSheâs my favorite client,â she answers without missing a beat. âI only want whatâs best for her, and right now we need to fix this little mishap and get this article in as soon as possible.â A beat. âAlso, maybe donât mention the first part to Lissie, sheâd totally kill me.â
Analyzing the black USB, he remains stoic, blinking only because he needs to. âGoodnight, CarlyâŠâ
âYeah. I, umâgoodnight, Charles.â
Once he hangs up, heâs quick on his feet, retrieving his laptop from the counter and sticking the drive in without a second to process what heâs doing. He shouldnât. Probably. Definitely not. But the interest Carly clearly has was enough to poke his mind and for him to start wondering what on earth is so significant?Â
And itâs so obvious now why.
Charles Lecelrc: The Man Behind the Helmet
His eyes skim fast, narrowing sharply.
Like any other human being, he struggles with depression, though fails to admit. Many sleepless nights, many fights, many canceled therapy appointments, I begin to question: does every praise his fans give him make him think heâs above all these things? The truth hurts, but it's only because it's real. And Charles Lecelrc, you are nowhere close to being as perfect as everyone makes you out to be.
His heart stops, re-reading the last sentence. He wishes for it to say anything but that, but it never changes, and it only mocks him like a school bully.Â
Many assume that the death of his late-father, HervĂ©, and his late-godfather, Jules Bianchi, have made him stronger in a sense. That it has fed the drive in him to succeed. To be the best of the best, but what if that wasnât true at all? Would any of you be surprised? Probably, but again, no one truly knows him the way I do. So, what feeds his determination?Â
The thought of failing the same way they did.Â
Anger bubbles up inside of him, grinding his molar until they crunch loudly against his temples.Â
But who can blame him for having that fear inherited down onto him? Tabloids also have a part in this, and so do unwanted changes. One way or another, we can relate with the latter, but never in the way he does. Reading and hearing rumors takes a toll on Charles, that much is true, but what can we expect when his next new teammate is a seven-time World Champion.Â
I guess the only question that stands in not only our minds, but also hisâŠÂ
Is he strong enough to come head to head with someone as talented as Lewis Hamilâ
âWake up.â
Groggily, you rub your eyes. âCharlie, itâs dark out, come on. Come back to bed.â
âStop calling me that, and get up.â In a single movement, he rips the blanket away and yanks you from your wrist, forcing you to sit. You gasp, his change of heart sobering you up from your sleepy daze.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
He laughs. âMe? Whatâs wrong with me? Are you serious right now or are you stupid?â
You flinch, taken aback. âDonât talk to me like that, what did I do?â
âI wonât waste my breath explaining.â He drops his laptop on the bed, making you freeze as soon as you spot the familiar USB. âI'll let you re-read it.âÂ
âWhere did you get this from?â
âReally? Thatâs whatâs important to you?â He rolls his jaw, rubbing it until his skin turns a light shade of red. âIf you donât want me finding it, then next time donât leave it out.â
Your lips go dry, crawling to the edge of the bed, but as soon as youâre about to reach out for him, he grimaces, shaking his head and taking three steps back. âCharlieââ
âNo,â he hisses, glaring at you with utter hatred. The sight alone makes your eyes well up. âYou donât get to call me that. You donât get to call me that ever again.â A cry rings through the air as you cover your hands over your face. âA-am I supposed to be impressed by what I read or what?â
âItâs noââ
âDid I do something to upset you or w-why were you talking about me like that?â he questions, genuine confusion taking over as he furrows his brows until they cause his eyes to pinch up too.Â
Sniffling, you get up quickly, shaking your head adamantly until you get dizzy. âIt wasnât supposed to come off across that way! Are you kidding me?â Grabbing your heart, you soften your eyes. âIâm your biggest supporter.â
âYeah? Well, that,â he snarls, pointing at the open screen like it's the most disturbing thing. âThat doesnât make sense with what youâre sayingâŠâ A beat. âWhy would you do this to me?â
âDo what, though?â you whimper. âEverything I wrote about you is based on what you told me!â
âExactly!â he shouts back, making the distance between you smaller, making you shrink. âI told you! Just you! I never once asked you to air out my business, and quite frankly, I thought that was common sense.â He lets out a dry chuckle. âYou called me crazy and troublesome among other things. Are you my girlfriend or wolves in sheep's clothing? Iâm trying to understand your logic here.â
You push your hair back, breathing hard. âYou canât just say that, thereâs context behind that, come onâŠâ
âOh. Okay. My bad. Iâm crazy because I talk to my fatherâs tombstone and Julesâ. It's troublesome because I used to do cocaine in order to de-stress. Iâm in over my head because I actually think I stand a chance against Lewisâa chance you convinced me I had!â
âThatâs not what I meant!â you squeak. âYouâre taking it all wrong, Charles, I would never say that about you!â
âBut you did,â he states firmly. âAnd you know? If Iâm so unready to face a friendly competition against my future teammate, then maybe Iâm unready to face a lot of other things, too.â You freeze, dreading his next words as you plead him silently not to say them. âMaybe Iâm not as ready to settle down with you as much as I thought I wasâŠâ
That does it. That seems to cut the little oxygen you had, off. Stumbling back, you feel the tears start to form again. âYou donât mean thatâŠâ You smile weakly. âYouâre just a tiny bit upset right now, okay, fine. Thatâs fine. But you donât mean any of that.â
Glaring until it hurts, he maintains eye contact. âDonât tell me what Iâm feeling, you donât get to do that!â
You flinch. âIâm sorry.â A droplet slides down. âIâm sorry, okay?â More follows. âFor all of it. For all of this. If I could take it all back, I would, you have to believe me, Charles, you know I would.â
His gaze lingers for a while longer, taking in your rosy nose. Your swollen eyes. Your wet cheeks. Everything that's supposed to make him feel better, but it doesnât. âI really did trust youâŠâ You breath hitches. âAnd I really did want you to winâŠâ Pause. âAnd I still do.â
Strolling over, he disconnects the USB, making the screen go completely black, and hands it to you. Blinking down, you shake your head, too embarrassed to even look at it. âI donât want it.â
âYeah, well I donât want it eitherâŠâ Forcing your palm open, he places it down, instantly making your skin burn. âJournalist of the Year.â
You let out a wet sob, shoulders shaking. You donât know exactly what youâre feeling, but what you do know is that this doesnât feel good and that your heart breaks with every passing second.
Never in a million years did you think you would experience any of this, especially with Charles. The Monegasque cocks his head, curls following. âIâm glad youâre about to get everything youâve ever wanted, I really am.â He chuckles softly, eyeing you intently. âI just canât help but wonder what that must feel like.â
âI was going to tell you,â you whisper meekly. âAnd you were supposed to understand where I was coming from.â
And if any anger was gone, well fuck that, it all came right back.
âUnderstand where you were coming from?â he spits out, shocked by your choice of words. âYou really thought I would understand? I planned my entire future around you, and this is how you repay me? You went behind my back to write an article I didnât even know about! We made a choice years ago!â
âNo, you did!â you retort, despair rising hard and fast. âYou came up with that decision all by yourself, Charles, I never agreed!â You look down. âNot entirely.â
âHuh,â he scoffs, squinting his eyes. âI was simply looking out for the girl that I love given that the internet is a scary place and she probably wouldnât have been able to handle it, for God sakes, I guess this is my fault now, isnât it?â
âI would have been able to handle it, but you never gave me the chance!â
âYeah, because reporting on a driver and driver who's your boyfriend are two completely different things that you canât seem to comprehend!â
Trembling, you blink carefully, gulping. âI would have done just fine.â
âYou think so?â he challenges, a sour smile forming. You nod. âOkay. Sure. Why not?â Closing the final distance between you two, your breath gets stuck as he sends a dirty glare, one that's meant to sting. âYouâre not talented. You only have your position because of your dating status, when in reality, your work is utter shit. Everything is handed to you.â
Thereâs a mix of a whimper and a plea that comes out of you as you screw your eyes shut. âYouâre being mean, CharlesâŠâ
He laughs, clapping his hands once with amusement. âThatâs what the internet is! Maybe I was right, thenâyou canât handle it.â
âI couldâŠâ you murmur, but it's no use.Â
The brunette catches himself wanting to comfort you. To apologize for everything. But then he figuresâwhy? Itâs not like he truly did something wrong.Â
âYouâre the greatest disappointment of my life.â
Something ended the moment those words left his mouthâyou both knew it. Sobbing hard, your shoulders vibrate violently as you seemingly gasp for air. He looks away.Â
âYou know, our life could have been so good. So fucking good. But you went and ruined it.â Green eyes flicker back. âWhy would you do this to us?â
âI never meant to hurt you,â you declare with wet lashes.Â
âYou did a bit more than that,â he replies, wincing, blinking rapidly. He smiles. âIf you wanted to write your article on me, you shouldâve asked me. You should have talked to me. But no. And the thing is, I would have let you! God. I would have let you write whatever you wantedâbut not like this. You stole an interview from me with no right, honeyâŠâ
Quickly, you flicker your gaze up at him, hoping to see any trace of love in that one word, but youâre not surprised when you donât find any, deflating furthermore. He shrugs. Like what you did to him was no big deal.Â
âYou took it from me. But I would have given it to you.â
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âAre you sure you want to do this? You can always change your mind, babe, itâs totally fine!â
âNo.â You fix your hair, posture straight. You smile. âI need to.â
Lissie shares a slow nod, nibbling on her bottom lip before handing you her keynotes. âAlright. Good luck.â
The idea first sparked when the Brit girl mentioned how she was the only one granted permission to interview Charles at this year's FIA prize giving ceremony. You had debated back and forth with what seemed like forever, both Carly and Lissie trying to talk you out of it, but you pleaded until they reluctantly agreed.Â
You havenât seen him ever since that day.
Itâs insane to think about, sometimes. You knew each other for two years, dated for three, and havenât crossed paths for another two. And now, youâre here. Heâd been upfront that day, didnât even flinch with his one and only birthday wish, meanwhile you felt the last stab hurt more than anything.
I wish to never see you again.Â
Not long after, he grabbed his things and left. But not before turning around, sending you one last glance, dull, empty, and nothing like him anymore. You still recall.
Turn it in, he said, smiling warmly despite his better judgment. Despite not meaning it. Donât let this all be for nothing.
Shaking your hands, you grin, fixing your silk dress. The Brit girl stares worriedly, but as soon as you wink, she hides it. Not that well, but enough. âHeâs going to be so mad at me,â she jokes, but itâs probably true. He has a soft spot for her, and he only gave permission to her. No one else.Â
You wince, grabbing her hands delicately. âI really appreciate this, Lissie. More than youâll ever know.â
Waving goodbye, you make your way to the private conference hall. Itâs daunting, actually, the sight of the large table where heâll be sitting and the small chair where you will. Quite the narrative. His picture is hung in almost every corner, from the beginning of his career to now. The latest one makes you smile as he lifts the trophy high up with a beaming grin, dimples poking out and eyes crinkled just the way you remember.Â
You thought about apologizing again. Better this time. Once things simmered down. You really wanted to, but as soon as Carly informed you that the article would need to be published in order for fans to engage with your content and for them to decide on a winner, you knew the gist of him accepting your apology was most likely never going to happen.Â
And you contemplated not posting it. Carly did too. Lissie did too. No one thought it was a good idea, but you still did it. Like he saidâyou couldnât let all that be for nothing.
The hate came immediately, you expected nothing less. In their minds, you were a loyal girlfriend, but after reading your work, the comments came rolling in. You were honestly quite grateful because you know you deserved every last bit of it.Â
But somehowâsomehowâyou won Journalist of the Year.Â
You were shocked to say the leastâbewildered. And you could see it in Lissie and Carlyâs eyes too. So, while accepting the award with a forced smile, it hit you like a truck.
Did you truly earn this or was it all thanks to him?
Either way, does it matter anymore?
The door gently opens as he steps in, a loopy smile stretched onto his lips before coming to a complete stop. With your heart in your throat, you cough awkwardly, standing up and waving. You cringe, putting your hand down as soon as he furrows his brows, looking around.Â
âS-sheâs not here,â you say, voice cracking. You blush. âYouâre looking for Lissie, right?â Utter silence. He blinks, unresponsive and as stiff as a tree. You lick your lips. âI-I-I can leave if you want.â But you really hope he doesnât want you to.
The Monegasqueâs features strike with something familiarâsomething you knew not long ago. ThenâŠ
He smiles at you.Â
âItâs alright.â Carefully, he makes his way closer, scooting his chair right next to yours as you blink, sitting back down and staring with your plump lips slightly open. He cocks his head. âY-you look the same.â
You giggle. âIs that supposed to be a good thing?â When he fails to answer, you bite down on your lip hesitantly. âYou havenât changed much, either.âÂ
He clears his throat, averting his gaze. âI donât mean to sound rude or anything, but why are you here and where is Lissie?â
You flinch. Okay. This was expected. You practiced hours for this very moment. âDonât be mad at her, okay, I asked her to let me do this. I wanted toâŠsee you, Charles.â The sound of his name leaving your lips makes his heart stop because it's been so long since heâs heard it. Too long. A subtle blush. âIâm here to apologize.â
âAh,â he winces, scrunching his nose. âDonât. Weâre cool.â
âAre we, though?â
He stiffens.Â
Exhaling, you place your things down, pursing your lips. He watches the way your knee bounces up and down. How you play with your ring before covering it neatly with the opposite hand. That catches him completely off guard as he blinks rapidly, thinking he must be mistaken.Â
âI know I donât deserve any of this,â you say nervously. âBy all means, I should have been kicked out five minutes ago, but youâŠâ Round eyes soften, lashes batting slowly. âYouâve always been a kind and generous human being, Charles.â
âStop,â he whispers. You frown. âSaying my name, I mean. You can talkâwe can talk, but please, just. Donât say it.â
âO-okay,â you mumble, stomach churning. âI wonât.â
He lets out a tight smile, tilting his head. Years ago, his hair was a tad bit longer, fluffier even. Now, itâs still the same, but somehow more mature. His eyes are still young and naive, but with a hint of wisdom. He usually would wear mismatching suits, but now it matches. A lot of him has changed, and you werenât there to witness it.
âCongrats, by the way,â you add happily. âWorld Champion, eh?â
Pink spreads across his cheeks, slowly but surely. âThanks. I was close to losing my mind.â
You laugh. âSeven years later, but itâs well deserved. Iâm so proud of you.â
And for a moment, he goes completely numb. Heâs heard plenty of kudos ever since winning his first titleâand they were nice, they made him feel niceâbut this. You? Itâs the first time it makes him feel accomplished. And that feels more than nice.
Playing with his bracelet, he nods sheepishly. âHow have youâhow, umâŠGod. I, um, how have you been?â
âOh.â You let out a genuine smile. Soft. Angelic. And everything he wishes to find in any other girl that isnât you. Itâs not something he should notice. âIâve been well.â You raise your hand. âEngaged.â
âYou sure are,â he mumbles, finally acknowledging the silver band before flashing an easy smile of his own. And maybe it was real, or maybe it wasnât, but he wasnât as upset as he thought heâd be. Just a tiny bit bothered, is all. âWhoâs the lucky guy?â
You lick your lips awkwardly. âYou remember Carlyâs son?â
A tide hits him as he internally screams. âGrayson, right?â
You nod. âShe, uh, set us up a while ago and we hit it off.â You wince. âIâm sorry, is that weird?â
âNo. Of course not,â he replies, shrugging. âYouâre allowed to build your life with whomever you want. What happened between us wasâŠâ He chuckles. âSo long ago. Iâm happy for you both, I really am.â
And he means it this time.
Admiring the oval-shaped ring, you swoon as if youâre thinking of the exact moment he proposed to you, and thatâs the prettiest sight Charles thinks he might ever see. Even if it didnât end up being him. Once you look back up, he looks away, feigning interest in anything else stupidly.
âYourself?â
âMyself?â
A playful eye roll. âAre you seeing anyone?â
A retch. âHa ha, no! No, thatâs notâthatâs not for me.â You frown. He winces. âPlease donât be offended, but after you, I sort of lost interest in meeting other people. Pierre calls it trauma, I call it precaution.â A sore laugh. âB-but maybe one day. Never say never, am I right?â
The lights reflect directly towards you, so that lets him see the rosy blotches beginning to hug your cheekbones as your lips wobble. He panics. âN-no! Fuck. I didnât mean toââ
âI ruined your life,â you wail, throwing your hands over your face. âOh my God, I wrecked it!â
âYou didnât!â he tries. âIâve gone on a couple of dates, here and there!â
Youâre tiny cries take a quick pause. Sniffling, you shoot him a look, shiny eyes beaming back at him. âYou have?â
âYeah,â he whispers, slowly relaxing against his seat. âSort of. Kind of.â A horrified expression maps out against your face. He grimaces. âI-Itâs just not my thing!â
âIâm sorry, Chââ You pause, rethinking your words. âIâm sorry.â
The Monegasque shrugs, hoping thatâd be enough for you to drop the topic. âItâs okay, really. Itâs a decision I made long ago, and Iâd like to keep it like that for a while, at least.â You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding halfheartedly. âBut please, um, tell me, how far along are you? Heard from Lissie that itâs a boy.â
You let out a wet giggle, wiping your tears away to the best of your ability. âNineteen weeks. Iâm in my second trimester.â Gingerly, you rub your tiny belly before your eyes light up. âGive me your hand!â
âWhat?â
Leaning in, you grab his large hand and place it down on your stomach, looking up at him to watch his reaction. At first, heâs weirded out, you can tell. He makes a silly face he probably doesnât realize heâs making, but seconds later his features soften. His green eyes go round, no tension behind them. His brows lay flat, then knit together in amazement. He laughs, rubbing his thumb gently.
âDoes it hurt?â he whispers. âWhen he kicks?â
You hum. âSometimes it can. But I suppose itâs more discomfort than anything.â You wiggle your eyebrows. âCool?â
He nods rapidly. âSuper cool.â
Pulling away, he can feel his adrenaline as high as a kite, and as fast as his car. He feels different, he notes, as if something has finally shifted inside of him. With this, he takes time to admire you in a way he hasnât been able to ever since.
Your hair is cut into layers now, glossy and shorter than he remembers. Your lips, round, plump and berry tinted. Your eyes, doe, innocent, and pure in a way he canât seem to wrap his head around. Smile, even, wobbly, and everything in between.
Your gaze flickers. âQuestionâŠâ
âAnswer,â he replies, studying your body language.Â
Itâs harder than you had initially thought it would be, asking him what youâd been wondering for these past two years. Was it all that bad? The answer might be yes. Yes, it was. To him, perhaps. But it tugs your tongue, and it burns a bit, but you push through, focusing on him and his watercolor eyes.
âDo youââ
But he still knows you. He can still read you. Before you, itâs always him who understands your train of thought.Â
He shakes his head, dimples imprinting like a finger in sand. âNo regrets.âÂ
A peach seed forms as you let out a sheepish laugh. âIâve made a lot of mistakes in life,â you admit, cringing slightly. âJust yesterday, I bought the wrong plane ticket. Got stuck in the airport for three extra hours.â He chuckles. âTotally unnecessary.â
âIt happens,â he comforts you, clicking his tongue.Â
âI guess so,â you say, sighing. âBut betraying someone you love? Yeah. Thatâs got to be the worst mistake of my life.â
He flinches, an old wound suddenly opening. âHey, youââ
You raise your hand, pleading with him. âLet me justâŠâ So, he forces himself to sit there quietly, to not intrude no matter how much he really wants to. Itâs fine, he wants to say, Iâm fine now, weâre fine now, seriously.
A wince. âDo you know how guilty I feel whenever Grayson polishes my award?â A scoff. âHe means no harm with his actions, but it makes me feel like shit everytime I walk past it. Iâve begged him to put it away somewhere in the attic, but heâs as proud as can be. Sayâs an accomplishment like that deserves to be shown off. That itâs proof of all my hard work.â You smile. âMuch like you and your trophy.â
You exhale. âYou were right, though.â A hum. âI donât deserve it.â
âI never said that.â
âSure,â you give in quietly. âBut you did say that if I won, Iâd always wonder if I was truly respected for my work or if I was respected because of you.â
He bites his tongue.Â
You shrug lamely. âAnd thatâs just something Iâm going to have to live with for the rest of my lifeâŠâ Steadily, you ease your eyes back towards him as you find him already staring at you, listening close and curious. âAnd I want you to know that Iâm fine with that.â A beat. âWhat Iâm not fine with is you being mad at me for the rest of your life.â
Charles opens his mouth, feeling his tongue as dry as the desert and his throat as dusty as the highest mountain. âIâm not mad at youâŠanymore.â He sits up straighter. âI said a lot of things to you that night that I shouldnât have said, but you have to understand that you hurt me a thousand times worse.âÂ
Tears well up your eyes as you nod shamefully. He continues despite feeling the need to reach out for you. âI just wanted you to feel what I was feeling, even if that meantâwell. You know. And, umâŠI tried to forget all of that, but I, too, felt guilty, soâIâm glad youâre here. That way I can sayâŠIâm sorry.â
âNo!â you wail, raising your arms up. âNo, Iâm sorry! I broke your trust, and I was a God awful girlfriend.â
âYou did,â he chuckles before scrunching his nose in deep thought. âBut you were also the best Iâll ever have.â
A wet sob escapes.
âI forgive you.â
âS-shit,â you let out. âYou donât know how g-good it feels to finally hear you say that.â
A gentle smile. âYou?â
You giggle, standing up. âI have nothing to forgive you for, but yeah. Okay. I forgive you, as well.â You open your arms for a hug. He blinks. âItâll make me feel better.â
Tsk. âYou used to do this all the time wherever we fought,â he says, a hint of sadness wavering in his eyes before disappearing into thin air. Extending to his full height, he towers over you before going in to close the distance. He halts, coughing awkwardly.
You snicker, eyes crinkling with amusement. âRight. You're hugging two of us now.â
A wave of jealousy pangs his chest for a second. Youâve moved on, and heâs stuck in the year you were still in his life. Still his. He envies Grayson in every sense there exists, but he swallows down that pill because heâd always been a nice bloke the very few times he interacted with him. He needs to move on, too.Â
Even if it takes him his whole life to figure out how.Â
âThe more the merrier.â
Your face has gone completely numb by now from how hard you're grinning from ear to ear. Wrapping your arms around his waist as he goes over your shoulders, you sigh contently as you catch the whiff of his cologne. His heartbeat quickened at the smell of your perfume.Â
âQuestion,â he whispered. You chuckle against his chest. Answer. He gulps, nose twitching. âWould it make me a bad person to say that youâre probably the only girl Iâll ever love?â Silence. He screws his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. Why the fuck would he ever say thatâ
âIâd only say that I donât deserve to be her,â you respond. âAnyone but me.â
A flinch. âO-of course. Youâre getting married, youâre having a baby, what was I thââ
âHoneyâŠâ
He freezes.Â
You lean back, holding his face between your hands and smiling. âItâs not your nameâŠâ
His voice catches. âItâs notâŠâ
A deeper smile. Nostalgic. âA piece of me will always love you.â A pause. âYou know me so well. Better than anyone. Youâve seen me naked. Youâve dressed me. Youâve seen me with makeup. Youâve seen me without. AndâŠwellâyouâve seen my good side. But youâre also the only one who's seen my bad.â
His palms quickly get sweaty as he tries his best to not do anything he might regret. And not because heâll wish to take it back, but because you would. Neat brows draw in together as you graze his stubble with your thumb. As nurturing as a mother, which he supposes you already are.Â
âIâd say that makes us pretty close, no?â
âNot as close as Iâd like to be.âÂ
âYouâll find someone.â A beat. âSomeone whoâll love you right.â
âYou didnât?â he questions before he can stop himself. âSorryââ
âMy love for you was honest. But I blew it.â
Iâm still here, he wants to yell out. If you still want me like I want you, then Iâm still here.
But he refrains from doing so.
âYouâve never done me wrong,â he attempts, kissing your palm gingerly before softening his gaze. You send a playful glare. âExcept for that one time.â You snort. âBut I donât want to talk about it anymore becauseâbecause it doesnât matter anymoreâŠâ
Maybe it's the hormones, you sort of wish it was, but you know itâs due to his gentleness. You donât deserve his sympathy, you donât deserve even a fraction of it. Crying, you kiss his cheek, hoping everything you feel transfers itself into the warmth of his skin. And you donât know, but it does just that.
Closing his eyes, he prays to dream about this kiss forever. Have nightmares, who even cares. As long as he doesnât forget.Â
You step away carefully, taking him in as his eyes flutter.Â
âCharles Leclerc, first time World ChampionâŠâ
He smiles. You smile.Â
His dimples pop out. Your eyes crinkle.
He loves you. You love him.
And maybe it didnât work out in this life.
But maybe in the next.
âMay I have an interview with you?â
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The day had gone as you had expected it to. Until it didnât. Vicki Lopez being the voice of reason and calm in an emergency situation was not something you expected, either.Â
Normally, Vicki was a bit of a troublemaker. It wasnât entirely her fault; most of the younger girls could be trouble when they wanted to be. Vicki, though, could get away with anything. Maybe it was her age, or maybe it was the soft spot Alexia had for her. Either way, your captains didnât hesitate to scold you, or Jana, or Pina for a harmless prank. When Vicki was the culprit, though, they would fight back smiles and shake their heads affectionately at the young forward.Â
But while Vicki got away with everything, she was also very responsible. A fact that you were incredibly thankful for; her calmness and ability to think clearly in an emergency saved your life.Â
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Double training sessions were not anyoneâs favorite thing. Alright, maybe Alexia loved them, but she was Alexia. It was a nice day out, though, and while most of the older girls had headed inside during the break, most of the younger girls stayed outside, basking in the warm sun. The film session was due to begin shortly, but you all were trying to enjoy the fresh air before you had to retreat inside to the stuffy media room.Â
You were content to just lay on the pitch with your eyes closed, but that didnât seem to be in the cards today. Not when you very suddenly heard a loud buzzing sound in your ear, causing you to sit bolt upright and look around.Â
âFalling asleep, pequeña?â Salma teased.Â
You shook your head, looking around suspiciously. It was no secret that you hated bugs. Hated them. And one had evidently been close enough to your body for you to hear the buzzing sound it made. A flash of yellow caught your eye, and you stayed watching it until you realized what it was. A bee. Flying towards the bench planted in the grass. Actually, flying underneath it. The bee flew up, and you leaned forward a bit, trying to see where it had gone.Â
Then, you jumped backwards, almost flopping onto Janaâs legs.Â
âOff pequeña, it is hot today.â She complained, shoving you away from her.Â
âJana!â You shrieked, scrambling further away from the bench. âThereâs a bee hive underneath the bench, donât push me back towards it.âÂ
âA bee hive?â Jana asked, sitting up and looking at you seriously. âOh my god, Ona-âÂ
You looked at Ona, who also looked concerned, pulling her phone out of her pocket and holding it to her ear. âHello? Mr. President? There is a beehive on the Barça training grounds, you have to send the army in.âÂ
Your face burned as you rolled your eyes at your friends. âAlright, haha, I get it.â You rose to your feet, intending to walk away from your friends, but Jana stood too, lightly pushing you towards the bench.Â
âWatch out pequeña, the bee might eat your head right off your body!âÂ
âI have heard Spanish bees can chew right through bone!â Vicki added. Everyone was laughing around you, and you shook your head, fighting back a smile. You knew they were just teasing, and you werenât upset by it.Â
âFine. Get stung. I donât care.â You declared.Â
âIâll go find someone to get rid of it.â Ona said kindly, though a slightly teasing smile adorned her freckled features, too. She walked away, and you were promptly distracted by Jana lunging for you, jokingly trying to push you back towards the hive. This time, though, you stumbled slightly and fell onto the ground much closer to the bench than you wouldâve liked to get.Â
âSorry, nena,â Jana said sincerely, holding out a hand to help you up. It hadnât been her intention to make you fall. Just as you reached to take her hand, though, you felt a sharp sting on your arm.
âOw! Fuck,â you shouted, your head whipping down just in time to see the offending bee fall away into the grass under you. âIt stung me.âÂ
You scooted far away from the hive, closer to Cata, who laid motionless on the grass, not even cracking an eyelid open to look at you.Â
âLet me see.â Bruna asked, crouching down next to you and holding out a hand. You held your arm out, and the brunette inspected the small red mark on your skin. âYeah, it got you. The stinger isnât in there, though, so I'll just go get you a sting wipe. That should make it stop hurting.âÂ
You thanked her, and Bruna headed off towards where she knew the nearest first aid kit to be.Â
âPobrecita. Are you okay?â Jana asked, smiling at you. She was teasing, but you could tell she felt bad too.Â
âIt really hurts, Fernandez. Iâll get you back for this.â you muttered angrily, holding your wounded arm close to your body. It really did hurt. More than you expected. Youâd never been stung by a bee before, but you werenât sure it was supposed to hurt this much; you felt an odd surge of anxiety rush through you, though you werenât quite sure why.Â
âDonât be dramatic pequeña, itâs just a little bee sting,â Jana laughed, not unkindly, turning away as Ona returned to say that the grounds crew would be out to look at the hive soon. âBruni went to get the first aid kit, youâll be fine.âÂ
You nodded, even as the world around you seemed to slow a bit, as the feeling of anxiety within you grew. You knew your teammates were talking to each other, joking around, but they seemed far away. You knew you were outside, and there was tons of fresh air around, but it felt like you couldnât get enough oxygen into your lungs. You looked down at your arm, and though it was a little hazy, you knew it had swelled, and the redness spreading across your skin wasnât normal.Â
Desperately trying to inhale enough air, you turned to where Cata lay next to you, eyes closed as she basked in the warm sun.Â
âCata?â You mumbled, reaching out a shaky hand to grab her hand.Â
One of the keeperâs eyes cracked open, and she sat up quickly seeing the look of fear on your face. âWhat is it?âÂ
âI donât feel good.â You said, holding out your arm for her to see. âItâs hard to breathe,âÂ
âFuck. Shit. Okay, okay,â Cata said, scooting closer to take your arm into her hands. She looked at it for a second, before looking at your face, which was growing red and splotchy as well. âFuck. Jana, get a physio, get a captain, get someone, sheâs having an allergic reaction,âÂ
Cata said the words in a frighteningly calm tone, but everyoneâs attention snapped to you, and it was only a moment before Jana was taking off at a full sprint towards the building,Â
âI have an epi pen,â Vicki shouted, looking frantically between the older girls, awaiting some instruction. Cata nodded at her, and that was all the younger girl needed before she was running after Jana.
Salma sat down on your other side, gently rubbing your back as it became clearer and clearer that something was really really wrong. You could barely get a breathe in, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to convince yourself that your throat was not closing up.Â
âCata, what do we do?â Salma asked, seeing her own terror reflected on the normally easy going keeperâs face across from her.Â
âWe keep her upright so itâs easier to breathe, and we stay calm because everything is fine, everything is fine,â Cata said quietly, pulling you to lean heavily against her. âBreathe, chica, as much as you can.â She reminded you, hearing as the wheeze in your chest grew more pronounced, and as your gasps for breath sped up.Â
âCata, please help.â You gasped, reaching up to claw at your neck, completely in vain. It was swelling shut and there was nothing you could do. Your vision was growing dark around the edges and you fought to keep your eyes open as they tried to slide shut. Your body slumped down, Cata catching you just in time to ease the impact.Â
âEasy, easy. Stay awake, please, pequeña,â Cata insisted, tapping gently at your cheek.Â
You heard loud voices approaching, and just barely identified them as belonging to Alexia and Ingrid.Â
âWhat the fuck happened?â Alexia shouted, sprinting over to where you were now laid, your head in Cataâs lap. Ingrid was right behind her, with Jana bringing up the rear. Jana was crying, and Salma stood to pull her away slightly, trusting the older girls to take care of you.Â
âBee sting. She was okay at first but then she was acting weird and she said she didn't feel good and her arm is swelling and I donât think she can breathe,â Cata explained in a rush, looking wildly between Ingrid and Alexia, fully panicking now that your eyes had closed, and that there was more adult adults there to take control of the situation.Â
âShe needs an epi pen, and someone needs to call an ambulance,â Ingrid stated.Â
âVicki went to get hers.â Cata said.
âIâm calling right now,â Salma chimed in, looking over from where she stood a few feet away, one arm wrapped around a very distraught Jana, one holding her phone to her ear.
âHey, nena? Can you open your eyes for me, cariño?â Alexia said softly, though you were mostly oblivious.
It was the warm hands on your face, tapping a bit more firmly now, that had you realizing your eyes had fallen shut. You forced them open, your inhales barely more than a rattling wheeze now to see Alexia leaning over you. She looked more scared than youâd ever seen her, which didnât make you feel very reassured. It was comforting, though when she began to softly run her fingers across your forehead and down your cheek, a motion you focused on instead of the tightness of your throat.Â
âGood, good nena. Youâre okay, everything is okay. Just try to stay awake for me okay? Weâre getting you help, you just need to keep breathing.âÂ
âHard,â you croaked, your good arm shifting and blindly reaching for someone, for anyone, to anchor you to consciousness. Ingrid took your hand in hers, her face appearing next to Alexiaâs.Â
âI know itâs hard, sweetheart, just keep trying. Vicki is coming right now with an epi pen. Youâre gonna be okay, just keep your eyes open.â She cooed, her eyes looking suspiciously watery.Â
âCanât,â you mumbled, eyes falling shut once again. This time, they didnât flutter back open.Â
âNena. Nena! Venga, chica, open your eyes,â Alexia said desperately, looking around frantically. She spotted Vicki in a dead sprint across the pitch.Â
âVICKIâ Alexia shouted, for no other reason than to do something other than lean over your unconscious body. She couldnât focus on that right now, nor could she focus on the way your chest had stopped heaving.Â
It was only seconds, really, but it felt like minutes, before Vicki made it to the group of panicked footballers. Alexia and Ingrid both held their hands out for the epi pen, though neither of them had ever used one in their life. Vicki took initiative, though, very calmly shoving Alexia out of the way and crouching at your side. She rolled your shorts up a bit, took the cap off the epi pen with her teeth, and thrust it at your leg without further thought, pressing the button on the end. Once the medication was dispensed, she dropped the pen onto the ground next to her, and sat back on her knees, her eyes fixed on you.Â
âThatâs it?â Irene asked. Vicki looked around, nodding. A group of your teammates had followed the commotion out to the pitch, and now stood in a very tense group around you.Â
âYeah. Sheâs breathing better already, she should be okay until the paramedics get here.â Vicki explained, a bit shocked at how little everyone seemed to know about allergic reactions and epi pens.Â
âSheâs going to be okay?â Alexia asked anxiously.Â
âShe should be. The paramedics are here, theyâll take care of her.â Vicki noted, nodding to where the ambulance was backing onto the field.Â
By the time the paramedics had pushed everyone away and began to get an oxygen mask on your face, you started to wake up. As your eyes blinked open, seeing two strangers hovering over your body, you were extremely disoriented. Not just disoriented, but panicked. You couldnât remember what had happened, where you were, why you were lying on the ground, or why your whole body seemed to hurt. You tried to push the stranger away from you with your hand, but it was shaking too much to really do anything.Â
âHey, relax, youâre alright. Weâre here to help.â The man said, pushing your arm back onto the grass under you. You squirmed nervously, a quiet sob falling from your mouth. Suddenly, a familiar face appeared above yours, and you relaxed almost instantly.Â
âYouâre okay pequeña, Iâm right here.â Alexia soothed. You felt her hands on your face, keeping you pressed down onto the grass.Â
âAle,â you cried, your voice barely more than a croaking gasp. The feelings of panic in your body were intense, like anxiety was coursing through your veins instead of blood.Â
âYouâre okay.â Alexia repeated. âYou got stung by a bee, and you had an allergic reaction. The paramedics are taking care of you.âÂ
You relaxed slightly, letting Alexia take your hand in hers. She coached you to breathe deeply, batting your free hand away when you tried to push the oxygen mask off your face.Â
âNo, no, that has to stay on for now.â She told you, feeling hysterical laughter bubble up inside of her at the disgruntled look on your face. You flinched when they placed an IV in your hand, a few tears falling from your flushed face into the grass. Once the IV was in, they were moving you into the back of the ambulance. You caught a glimpse of the entire team watching on nervously, and you felt another surge of panic rushing through you when you realized Alexia wasnât by your side anymore. You tried to sit up, but you were too weak to do so. Instead, you removed the mask from your face, craning your neck as you looked around for your captain.Â
âAle?!â you croaked.Â
You had been slid into the back of the ambulance fully when Alexia appeared at your side again.Â
âIâm here, nena.âÂ
âCan you stay? Please?â You requested tearfully, relieved when Alexia took a seat on the bench next to you. As the ambulance began its journey to the hospital, you focused on the feeling of Alexiaâs hand holding tightly to yours, and the incessant questions she was firing at the poor paramedic. It was a bumpy ride that had your stomach turning before long, and you struggled to sit up, yanking the oxygen mask off. Your face had gone completely white as you looked around frantically.
And though Alexia looked confused, trying to guide you back to lay down, the paramedic seemed to have been expecting this, and held a sick bag out in front of you. Your throat still felt tight and scratchy from before, and throwing up felt more uncomfortable than normal. You whimpered as you were sick, unable to hide your intense feelings of discomfort.Â
âYouâre okay, pequeña,â Alexia soothed, as she continued to rub your back, and you would have been embarrassed if you were in any other state. She looked, panicked, at the paramedic, every new symptom worrying her further.
âItâs alright, this is completely normal. Her body is just reacting to the allergen and the epinephrine.â She assured your captain. âI canât give her anything for nausea until we get to the hospital.âÂ
Alexia nodded, turning her attention back to you. You pushed the sick bag away, collapsing back onto the gurney and weakly reaching out for the blondeâs hand again. You sobbed and covered your face with your other hand, feeling so incredibly horrific, you could barely think. You would have explained it as feeling like you were dying, if you hadnât just experienced that feeling a few minutes ago. Your body felt like it was caving in on itself, though, and the blonde next to you could tell you were starting to freak out.Â
âShh, nena. Just breathe, in and out.â
âAle, I really donât feel good,â you cried. Alexia nodded sympathetically; she could tell. Your face was as white as a sheet, you had broken out into a sweat though you were shivering violently. You looked so miserable and uncomfortable, tears pooling in your eyes, as you looked helplessly up at your captain.Â
âI know, cariño. Weâre almost at the hospital, okay?â
You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on breathing. Another minute passed, another minute of your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You could hear it pounding in your ears, the anxiety building inside of you with every passing second. It wasnât getting better. If anything, it was getting worse, and you werenât sure you could cope with it for any longer.Â
With a whimper, you reached out to Alexia, clinging onto her shirt.Â
âWhat is it, pequeña? Are you going to be sick again?â She asked, frowning when you shook your head.Â
âMy- my heart is beating so fast, I donât, I canât,âÂ
âThatâs the epinephrine.â The paramedic told you sympathetically, grabbing something from her side and injecting it into the IV. âThis might make you a bit sleepy, but it should slow your heart rate down.â
It made you really sleepy. Your eyes fluttered shut almost as soon as it hit your bloodstream. You were in and out for the rest of the ambulance ride. Everytime you cracked your eyes open, you were comforted to see Alexia next to you.Â
Alexia tried not to panic when you dozed off, knowing it was probably for the better that you sleep now, instead of being forced to stay awake through the worst of the side effects from what had occurred.Â
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You awoke slowly, looking around blearily as you came too. There was still an oxygen mask sitting on your face, but your chest didnât feel as tight as it had before. It was significantly easier to breathe, and though your body still ached, it wasnât as pronounced.Â
âHey, nena.â Alexia cooed, appearing in your line of vision as soon as you moved your hand that was resting in hers. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âI-â you coughed, throat too dry to get any words out. Another face appeared in front of you, and a straw was being pressed to your lips. Ingrid watched you drink the water with great concern, her eyes creased with worry. âIâm okay.âÂ
âYouâre sure? You can breathe okay?â Irene asked, a third face leaning down over the bed.Â
It was getting claustrophobic, and you leaned back a bit. âI can breathe. Iâm fine.âÂ
They all seemed to deflate at that, giving relieved sighs and moving back to their respective chairs.Â
âYou scared us, nena.â Irene said quietly.Â
You nodded, a frown on your face. âI know. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, elskling, donât be sorry. That wasnât your fault, not at all.â
You shrugged, trying to pull your hand away from Alexiaâs in order to reach for the water cup in Ingridâs hand.
âWhat? What is it? What do you need? I can do it.â Alexia said, leaning forward anxiously and holding your hand tighter in hers.Â
You gave her a strange look. âI just want the water?âÂ
âI got it!â Ingrid said, once again holding the straw to your lips. All three women watched as you took a sip, and their overbearing concern was beginning to get to you.Â
âYou guys, Iâm fine. Relax.âÂ
âNo.â Alexia said sternly.Â
âNo?â You echoed.Â
âNo, I will not relax. I will hover if I want to.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, reaching up to scratch at your face. Alexia caught your hand again, as all three women leaned forward.Â
âWhat do you need?â They all said, in complete unison.
You sighed, letting Alexia scratch your forehead for you. There was no use arguing. Once your teammates set their minds on being protective, there wasnât anything you could do to change it.
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The rest of the team stopped by throughout the day, with your younger friends coming in only an hour before you were set to be released. They joked around with you, though clearly they were overcome with thinly veiled relief. They were worried, and you understood why.Â
You were preoccupied, though. Because while every one of your teammates had come to see you, one had yet to speak.Â
Jana stood in the doorway of the hospital room like coming any closer would set off some kind of alarm. You looked at her, repeatedly, but she refused to meet your gaze, her eyes fixed on her feet.Â
You exchanged a look with Alexia who was making sure your friends didnât get too rowdy. The captain tried to engage Jana in conversation for a few minutes, but only got shrugs and one word answers. The room fell into a slightly awkward silence as the tension grew, and all you wanted to do was get out of the stupid hospital bed and pull Jana into a hug. You would settle for her speaking to you, though, and your captain evidently had the same idea.Â
âAlright. She needs to rest. Everyone out.â Alexia declared, beginning to shoo everyone from the room. She caught Janaâs elbow before she could go, too, though, stopping her from leaving.Â
Even when the room emptied, and it was just the three of you, Jana refused to raise her head.Â
âJana.â Alexia murmured, pulling the defender further into the room. âCome on, cariño.âÂ
The brunette took a deep breath, before she looked up at you, eyes filled with tears. âI am so sorry.âÂ
âJana, itâs okay.âÂ
âItâs not!â She cried, throwing her hands up in the air, and shaking off the hug Alexia tried to pull her into. âI almost killed you. It is not okay. You almost died and it was my fault.âÂ
âThat could have happened to anybody. You could have pushed Ona or Bruna or Cata. It was a freak accident.âÂ
âBut it happened to you.â Jana said miserably.Â
You shook your head, feeling guilty that she felt so guilty. âAnd Iâm fine! Jana, come here.â Alexia half dragged the defender over to the chair next to your bed and you grabbed her hand as soon as she was within reach. âYou couldnât have known. I didnât even know. We were just joking around, like we always do. You didn't do anything wrong, Jana, and Iâm not mad.â
She looked up at you, looking so unlike her usual joyful self. âYou arenât mad?âÂ
âNo.â You insisted. âIâm fine. Everything is fine. Now we know, and I can push you in front of any incoming bees.â
Jana huffed out a laugh, wiping a stray tear away. Alexia was looking at you proudly, rather touched at how kind you were being to Jana, who was clearly a mess at the moment.Â
âCan I carry one of your epi pens?â Jana asked.Â
âOh my god.â You laughed, shaking your head.Â
âI am getting one for everyone on the team.â Alexia said seriously, causing you and Jana to giggle even harder. âWhat?! We have to be prepared!âÂ
You groaned, though you werenât really upset. How much your teammates cared about you would never really be a bother. It was something you hadnât really had in your life until you arrived in Barça, and it wasnât something youâd trade for the world. Even if it came with very frequent teasing, and even more frequent overprotectiveness.
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also i have only gone into anaphylaxis once and i was like 6 but this is pretty much what i remember + some help from google.
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king of my heart | pt. 2
pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader
warnings: love triangle? kinda.
author's note: go get some popcorn cause we have some drama heređż... and it's a long part, so enjoy!!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
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yourusername Miami GP over and out â
đ No words could ever explain just how grateful I am for all of you and for the opportunity that I get to cover this amazing sport with such incredible people by my side. Thank you for everything Miami, I hope to see you again soon! đŽđ
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đ incoming call
[y/n; normal] [pato; cursive]
"...Hello? Did you butt-dialed me or something?"
"Uhm, hi. It's not a butt-dial. I-I actually just wanted to talk to you. Hear your voice, y'know. I've been kinda missing you."
"Oh really? And here I was thinking that your cold behavior toward me over the past three weeks meant that you didn't want anything to do with me. Silly me, I guess."
"I-I'm... [sighs]. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. About the way I've been treating you. I'm sorry, y/n. I really am sorry. I know I've been a total jerk-"
"Yeah, you can put it that way."
"...I've been a total jerk and I regret it very much. You didn't deserve it at all. I just- I'm not trying to excuse my awful behavior but I just think I got- Uhm..."
"You got what?"
"Well... I saw Lando's instagram story when you went back to Monaco, as you've probably already figured it out. And I think- Well... I got jealous. And I know it probably sounds stupid now but at the time it felt like a punch in the face."
"Pato..."
"I know I didn't and still have absolutely no business to be jealous about you and Lando, cause you and I are not dating or anything and you don't owe me any kind of explanation about the type of relationship you have with him. But after the great time we spend together in Long Beach... I don't know, it just hurted seeing you with him. But that doesn't excuse anything and I just regret so much the way I've been treating you since then, it hasn't been fair to you at all."
"And it didn't cross your mind that we could have had this conversation way before now? I mean, you waited three weeks to finally talk to me like a decent human being, how-"
"I know and I'm so-"
"Let me finish."
"Sorry, go on."
"However, I do appreciate that you're finally acknowledging all of this and communicating with me like an actual adult. I know it's not always easy to do. And although I don't owe you any kind of explanation, I just want you to know that there's nothing going on between Lando and me."
"So you and him...?"
"We're friends and that's it. We care for each other but there's nothing going on."
"Oh... well, thanks for clarifying that for me."
"Yeah, yeah. You'll have to work harder for my forgiveness, anyway. I appreciate the call but it won't be that easy for you."
"Is that so?"
"You've heard me."
"In that case, what would you say if I invite you for a few days to come here to Punta Mita? Maybe that'll help me a little to earn your forgiveness."
"... I'm sorry, what!?"
"You've heard me."
"You're joking. You have to be joking."
"I'm not joking. You're still in Miami, right?"
"I am..."
"Great! My brother in law is in Miami too and he'll take the jet tomorrow morning. If you want to, you can join him and come here with him! We'd be thrilled to have you here too."
"Oh my God... Pato, I don't know what to say!"
"Say yes and you'd make this birthday boy the happiest man in the world. You'd even make my sister happy, I've been telling her a lot about you and now she's eager to meet you."
"I hope you've been telling her good things about me, then."
"Only the best. She's even on your side, y'know. Said I was being a giant cabrĂłn and needed to make things right. She wasn't wrong tho."
"[giggles] Fine. I'll go, but I'm only doing this for your sister."
"I'll take that anyway! I'll let Brett know you'll join him and I'll send you the details, okay?"
"Okay!"
"Now go and pack your bags for tomorrow."
"Hey! Don't get bosy with me, mister!"
"[Laughs] Fine. Take care, I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you, birthday boy!"
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paddockgossips Among the alleged "breakup" between y/n and Lando, the McLaren driver was photographed last night having fun in a Monaco club in the company of Max Fewtrell and other friends. Some sources have said that Lando seemed very cozy with a blonde woman at the party, whom he later left with. However, we cannot verify this information in any way, so it remains a rumor.
user1 I HAVE A CHANCE AGAIN (i'm delulu)
user2 so this confirms ynlando is over?? đ
user3 girl i'm devastated đđđ user4 i'm still in denial user5 well they were never together to begin with user6 user5 THIS!! people act like they were a couple when they NEVER confirmed anything đ
user7 "blonde woman at the party" "it remains a rumor" and magui goes and like the post LOL
user8 she's so desperate for attentionđ user9 who's magui??? user10 user9 she's kika's friend and she was dating football player JoĂŁo FĂ©lix not so long ago (in fact, i thought they were still together lol) user11 user10 and don't forget she's a cheater. user12 user9 she's trouble
user13 yn >>>>>>>> magui
user14 user13 no need to compare them
user15 sorry but single lando it's so hot đ„”
user16 SO TRUE user17 FACTS he looks so good omfg
user18 in his heartbreaker era đ
user19 in his reputation era đ user20 in his idgaf era đ
user21 i'm a child of divorce fr
user22 i know y'all love y/n for some reason but i'm SO glad lando finally got away from her.
user23 SAME. and if magui makes him happy then great for him user24 stfu i'm mourning here
user25 y/n this magui that but max was, is and will forever be lando's true wagđ
user26 the one and only indeed
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patriciooward BDAY WKND DUMP đž thank y'all for all the loveâ€ïžâđ„
user1 THE HARD LAUNCH IT'S HARD LAUNCHING
user2 OMG IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CAAAAALM
user3 he really said i'll give you what you want: thrist traps and y/n... and he's so real for that
user4 he really knows his audience user5 king behavior if u ask me user6 everybody say thank you Pato đ
user7 YNPATO NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING??
user8 I'M STILL SPEECHLESS user9 they're so perfect i wanna cryđ user10 LOVE TO SEEđ„
user11 as a ynlando shipper i have to admit they're cute but ngl this still hurts đ©
user12 MOOD user13 ynlando will always be in our hearts đ„ș user14 ynlando >>>>>>>>>> ynpato user15 user13 girl grow up.
user16 THAT SHOULD BE ME
elbaoward where are my credits for the last pic? cutiesđ€
user17 u literally gave us the cutest pic ever user18 elba thank you so much for your serviceđ«Ą user19 elba is ynpato's #1 fan and you can't tell me otherwise user20 elba is just like us fr user21 LOVE YOU ELBAAAAA đ©·
user22 MOM AND DAD
user23 can't believe how fast she moved on and got together with this dude lol lando really dodged a bullet with her
user24 how fast she moved on?? girl y/n and lando were never even together so stfu user25 ???? why are you even on pato's ig post? go away user26 user23 y/n is such an attention seeker and yet everyone loves her, i'll never understand it đ„±
user27 not to be that person but i would KILL to be that piñatađ
user28 MOOD
frosenqvist oh to be tanned, young and in love
patriciooward đ user29 IN LOVE??? FELIX BESTIE TELL US MORE user30 i don't know about y'all but this is all the confirmation i need about ynpato being real, bye user31 i think i can hear the wedding bells user32 user31 yesss and felix as pato's best man
user33 bestie don't be shy and drop more y/n pics đ«¶
user34 i second the motion !!!
user35 NOT LANDO LIKING THE POST LOOOOL
user36 he is so unserious i love him user37 ICONIC BEHAVIOR TBH user38 yeah but i just know he's crying inside user39 user38 for what? lol lando knows he's so much better than this cheaper version of him. user40 user39 i'm so done with people like you who insult pato just because you cannot defend lando with good arguments.
yourusername magical weekend đ
patriciooward with you there? always user41 STOP THEY'RE SO CUTE OMG user42 this is such an upgrade tbh user43 SO HAPPY FOR THEM đ„č user44 what a bitch.
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[caption 1; back to realityâïž] [caption 2; I'm a high performance athlete. Athletes sweat. Sweat, baby] [caption 3; cutest modelđ§Ą]
paddockgossips
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paddockgossips NEW WAG ALERT? đš Magui Corceiro, the Portuguese model and actress, attended the Monaco GP after being seen a few days ago having lunch with Lando. It has been rumored that they could be in a relationship, especially since Lando and y/n apparently went different ways, and Corceiro's presence in the paddock has not gone unnoticed by anyone. Still, neither Lando nor Magui have confirmed or denied these rumors.
user1 A TRIGGER WARNING WOULD BE NICE NEXT TIME
user2 um let's hope there isn't a next time user3 user2 let's pray girl, let's pray đ
user4 "neither lando nor magui have confirmed or denied these rumors" well that's bs cause she just liked the post
user5 istg she's trying so hard to get attention user6 lando was asked about magui and he said she was just a friend... and then she goes and does this lol what a clout chaser user7 and people used to say that y/n was after lando's fame and yet she NEVER did anything like this user8 she's such a pick me girl
user9 everything i know of this girl has been against my will istg
user10 SAME
user11 oh good luck lando
user12 oh be prepared for the y/n fans and little girls that'll come attack magui when she hasn't even done anything wrong
user13 literally they're just mad at magui cause she's dating their fav driver loool user14 they're only jealous cause magui is a gorgeous woman user15 user14 she's gorgeous but she's still a snake
user16 i'd ask why lando would be with someone like her, but then i remember he's an adult and if he wants someone like her by his side then that's up to him. let's not treat him like a baby please
user17 sayđ itđ louderđ
user18 weeeeell if this is the kind of people lando likes to have around then i guess y/n really dodged a bullet with him
user19 FACTS user20 i mean at the end of the day he's just another privileged white boy, sođ€·ââïž user21 i really don't get all the hate that she's getting, is she really that problematic? user22 user21 girl google it yourself but yeah, she is
user23 I MISS MY GIRL Y/N WHERE IS SHEEEEEEEE??
user24 what is she even doing there?
user25 must be cause lando wanted her to be there user26 why y'all never asked the same thing about y/n? y'all are such hypocrites istg user27 user26 cause y/n was actually doing her job????? user28 user26 oh you're stupid đđ
user29 magui in the paddock, pato not being able to finish Indy 500... it really is a shitty day huh
user30 DON'T EVEN REMIND ME WHAT HAPPENED WITH PATO OMFG user31 I'M STILL SO MAD ABOUT PATO user32 the only good part is that y/n and his family were there for him â€ïžâđ©č
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*à©â©â§âË in which they come back after almost a year with a pretty big announcement.
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social media au // daniel ricciardo x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - hey!!! i hope u like this one, the amount of love i received on my charles' one is overwhelming and im so grateful for it and for each and every one of you. i love you, thank you. requests are open at the moment!!!
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Chapter 1 - The Job.
I just don't know when to stop, if I don't have like 20 projects going at once I get bored. I waited until I had a name though, no longer will I be titling everything 'untitled XYZ fic. It was actually my fiancée who came up with the name.
Work summary: 141 retired and decided to open a delivery company. Only it's not a delivery company, it's a cover for less legal practices. Need a creepy stalker out your life? Someone owes you money? You need to disappear to a new life? Special Delivery Service has got you covered, for a reasonable fee.
Chapter Summary: 5.5k words, Simon x reader, female reader, name used: Dani (this is just personal preference, I don't like using Y/N.) You accept a job offer to work as an office admin for a commercial delivery company. Only the job is not quite as it seems and you come to learn neither are the people you work for.
CW: mentions of abusive ex, alcohol, language, flashbacks of domestic abuse.
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You see the job listing towards the bottom of the page:Â
Office admin wanted! To start immediately. MUST have a background in logistics. Send CV to: [email protected] Competitive salary.Â
It was short, sweet, to the point and the most promising job posting you had seen all day. You had a background in logistics, youâd just spent the last 3 years working as a supply chain manager. Mainly it was just organising warehouse deliveries but it was experience none the less. You copy the e-mail and send the CV, with a job posting like this you didnât expect to hear a response back for a few days.
It was already 8pm youâd been applying for jobs all day. You decided to give up for tonight, the sofa and the TV were calling you. You head into the kitchen rummaging through the fridge to see what sad meal you would cook up tonight. You pull out a box of Chinese leftovers, they still smell good. You tip them on a plate throwing it in the microwave as you pour yourself a glass of wine. Turning the TV on channel surfing when your phone starts ringing, you go to pick it up. Itâs not a number you know but you swallow your nerves accepting it in case itâs about a job.Â
âHello?â You say.
âHello is this Daniâ A male voice comes through the other end.
âYeah,â You reply feeling nervous all of a sudden, you sip the wine.Â
âYou applied for the office admin job?â The voice says back. You have to think for a second, he canât mean the job you literally applied for less then 10 minutes ago. You look back over at the laptop screen the e-mail still open.
âHello?â the voice says.
âYes, sorry yeah, wow I didnât expect to hear back so quickly.â
âYeah, we need someone to start immediately, can you come down for an interview tomorrow?âÂ
âSure what time?â You ask, you need this job, you need to get back on your feet.Â
âIâll message you the time, and the address.â He says, you hear noise in the background sounds like a door slamming.
âThank you,â you say as you hear the microwave beep.Â
âNo problem, see you tomorrow.â He says and hangs up the phone. You take your food out the microwave and flop down on the sofa tuning into whatever soap was playing on the TV. Youâre halfway through your food when you get a text with the address and a time. 10am. You copy the address and put it into google, now is a better time then ever to find out about this company. Special Delivery Service, SDS, you donât know why that makes you chuckle, it makes you think of DFS, the sofa company. The address is close by only a few streets actually, you could walk there in about 20 minutes, thatâs convenient at least. From the looks of the website itâs a commercial delivery company. âDiscretion is our specialtyâ it says as you continue reading, there is not much info just how to contact them for a quote. The pictures are mainly stock images bar the logo.
Youâd never heard of them before but itâs not exactly like youâre in the market for commercial deliveries, it has good ratings though, that means something. You throw the phone to the side turning back to the TV. This was good, this is a good start itâs what you need to move on, maybe even a fresh start. It feels like the right time, newly out of toxic relationship, made redundant, all in less then a month.
Maybe you could use a nice change of pace, or maybe you would go to the interview tomorrow and it will be a complete waste of time. Either way itâs a step in the right direction and at least your mum will be happy youâve found a job, youâre pretty sure she was dreading the thought of having to financially support you until you were back on your feet. Now you were definitely hoping the interview would will go well, the thought of having to rely on your mother to support you was the worst. You would rather ask your ex, Lord knows he owes you one. You finish the food and lounge around watching TV until you start to dose off. You peal yourself off the couch heading into bed, a good nights rest will do you good, besides you want to make a good impression tomorrow.Â
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You get to the building early, itâs sunny weather for once and you can see the large doors to the building flung open. You peak in and see delivery vans, the whole place looks like it was an ex-mechanic shop. A figure catches the corner of your eye, heâs talking to another man walking across the floor, you canât hear what theyâre saying but the shorter man seems enthusiastic about something. Before you can get a better look they disappear out of your line of sight. You look over to what you assume is the customer entrance, and walk in. There is a man sat behind the counter, he seems distracted by something angrily typing on a computer. He sighs as you reach the desk, his eyes flicking up to you, he scoots back in the chair.
âHow can I help?â He asks, his demeanour changing, heâs got a nice smile.Â
âIâm here for an interview,â You say suddenly feeling nervous. He nods getting up.
âYeah of course, come through.â He says opening a hidden door in the counter and you walk though. He leads you through to the main room it still smells of fuel, this place definitely used to be a mechanic shop, you can see the covered up pits on the floor where they would access under the cars.
Your attention is drawn to the sound of laughing and you see the two men from earlier stood round a coffee machine. The taller man has his back turned to you while the shorter man is chuckling, hitting the taller man on the back. His eyes move to you, heâs fit, well built, tanned skin, he runs his hand through his slick mohawk, you could have swore he just winked at you. You turn your attention back to the man leading you as you reach a metal staircase.
The second floor-if you can even call it that-is furnished with sofaâs and a kitchenette, you can see a dart board and what looks like a pool table. Looks like a cool place to hangout. You feel bad for not asking the man his name as he leads you an office door. He knocks and you both wait.Â
âCome in!â a voice calls, you think you recognise it, its the same person you spoke to on the phone yesterday. The door opens and you walk in. You look at the man sat behind the desk, he looks older then the other people youâve seen, his beard makes him look older then you suspect for some reason, you can see the bags under his eyes like he could do with long nap.
âThanks Kyle,â He says as you walk in. Okay, his name was Kyle youâd have to remember that. He nods leaving the room closing the door behind you. The man behind the desk gets up as you walk over to him. He comes round putting his hand out for you to shake it.
âJohn Price,â he says as he nods at you smiling. You nod back.
âSit please, coffee? Tea?â He gestures to the chair and walks back round the desk.Â
âIâm fine, thank you.â You look up at him smiling as you sit down. His office walls are massive windows looking down on the room below you can see people moving around now opening the back of the vans. You look back up at him as he takes a paper in his hand.Â
â3 years as a supply chain manager, studied business in college, pretty impressive.â He says putting the paper back down.Â
âThank you,â you say, not that itâs really that impressive the only reason you did a business course was to make your parents happy. You had no idea what you wanted to do when you finished secondary school.Â
âSo do you have any experience in warehouse management?â He asks leaning forward on the desk.Â
âWell at my last job towards the end, there was a lot of inventory organisation and I was pretty much left in charge of clearing the whole place out before the business went under.â You say, youâre not sure if thatâs what heâs expecting, to be honest with the little research you managed to do and the vague job posting you were not sure what to expect.Â
âThe jobs pretty simple. There are three main aspects, the first is the most important; the clients send us a list of good they need transporting, itâll be your job to assign it to a driver then create the invoices, paperwork, the system is already pretty automatic. A lot of it is just data entry if Iâm being honest.â You smile at him as he continues, so far it seems like a pretty easy job.Â
âThe second part is when a client sends a special request, the system is not set up to handle them yet so they can come through as errors, with just an e-mail address attached. If you can assign them to someone great if not forward them on to me. The system will let you know if a driver has available delivery slots.â You nod as he finishes, you could handle this, data entry, assigning jobs to people, easy.Â
âSounds good so far.â You reply. He nods.Â
âThe last part is just your general office admin work, youâll man the front desk, answer the phone, the boys will tell you if they need supplies ordering that kind of stuff. The hours are standard 9 to 5, 5 days a week, weâre closed Saturday Sunday.â He says spinning round in his chair and taking some paper from the printer.Â
âI live close by actually itâs really convenient.â You say.Â
âThatâs nice, if you want the job I have a contract ready, you can start tomorrow then youâll have the weekend off.â He says spinning back round straightening the paper out. Thatâs sudden, the job did say start immediately though, and you really need this job.Â
âOf course, thatâs great.â You say smiling, hoping he canât see your hesitation. He pushes the stack of papers towards you, you flick through the first few pages of standard workers rights.Â
âYouâll get 2 weeks paid vacation a year, sick leave and maternity leave should you need it kick in after a month of probation.â He explains, pretty standard. You flick through it to the end page with the salary break down. Holy shit!Â
âThe job requires a certain level ofâŠDiscretion.â He explains. âYouâre compensated for the inconvenience.âÂ
âWhat like I canât tell people were I work?â You ask confused. He looks at you like heâs trying to think of what to say.Â
âWe have clients who expect their information to be handled, appropriately. On top of that some of your colleagues like to keep their work and home life separate.â He says eventually, you frown. Thatâs strange and he didnât answer your question. You nod like you understand though, regardless youâll take the 'hush money.' Especially since youâll be making more then youâve never made for what is basically a data entry job, and maybe having to answer the phone a few times. It almost seems to good to be true. You skim over the rest of the legal jargon and company rules.Â
âAny questions?â He asks as you pick up a pen, you shake your head and sign both pieces of the paper, then hand it to him. He smiles signing it too and ripping off one of the pages handing it back to you.Â
âOne last thing.â He says hesitating for a second. âDo you have a criminal record?âÂ
âNo,â you shake your head. He stands nodding and you get up too, as he walks round the desk, heading for the door to his office and you follow him.Â
âIâll get one of the boys to show you round before you leave.â He says opening the door.
âMacTavish!â He calls as you follow him out the room. You watch as a man appears at the bottom of the steps, itâs the guy from earlier who was laughing. Heâs defiantly good looking thereâs no denying it.Â
âCome show our new recruit around.â He nods coming up the stairs.Â
âIf you have any questions let me know and Iâll e-mail you a full copy of your contract.â John says as he puts his hand out and you shake it.Â
âI will thank you,â you smile and he heads back into his office.Â
âJohn MacTavish!â The man says extending his hand out to you, heâs got an accent for a second you look at him confused.
âAnother John?â You ask as you shake his hand.Â
âAye, most people call me Johnny though.â He winks. Now youâre sure he winked at you earlier. He walks round you over to the sofaâs and the pool table.Â
âThis is where we chill out between deliveries, or just in general. Do you play?â He asks pointing at the pool table.Â
âOnce or twice, at the pub.â You say. Youâre still trying to pin his accent, Welsh or Scottish? Youâre too embarrassed to ask. He comes back over to you and you see heâs walking with a limp, itâs especially obvious as you follow him down the steps and he has to grip the banister for support.Â
âThis is were we load the vans up with anything we need, toilets over there and next to them is the store room.â He says pointing to the rooms directly under the upstairs office. There are metal shelves filled with all different kinds of things from basic office supplies to what looks like medical equipment and machinery. The store room door is the only door youâve seen with a key-code lock on it, makes sense. There is a long table surrounded by chairs and a projector against a far wall. You look over to see another man sat at the table typing on a laptop.Â
âThis is Simon, Simon Riley.â Johnny says as he takes you over. Heâs wearing a hoodie pulled over his head and a black surgical mask. Maybe heâs a clean freak? Or maybe this was what John meant by âYour colleagues like to keep their work and home life separate.â You extend your hand out too him as you approach.Â
âNice to meet you.â You say, he looks up at you for a second. His eyes are beautiful, a dark caramel, thick eyebrows and you can see strands of blonde hair peaking out from under his hood. He shakes your hand, his grip is firm, you swallow hard. Heâs giving off a different vibe then the rest of the people youâve met so far, you almost want to run away from him.Â
âDonât worry about him heâs always grumpy in the morning.â Johnny says leaning into your ear. Simon rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to typing on the laptop. John, Johnny, Simon and Kyle, you repeat the names in your head so theyâre burned into your memory. Johnny continues his tour showing you round the main floor, you were right as he explained the building used to be a mechanics until they took it over. Before that it was an abandoned munitions processing plant from the second world war. The building did look old, stylish red brick, huge arched windows that let in a lot of natural light. The doors were even old on rollers, thick and wooden. The more you looked around the more it reminded you of the old workhouses youâd seen in history books. Johnny leads you through to the lobby, the only part of the building that seems to have been renovated in the last 10 years.Â
âThis is Kyle Garrick, we call him Gaz.â Johnny says as Kyle stands up and you shake his hand. Heâs fit too, dark skinned, short hair and heâs got a lovely smile, London accent you can tell heâs local too.Â
âThis will be where you work.â Johnny says pulling the chair out.Â
âIâm sure Price will give you the rundown tomorrow on how the system works, weâre still working on getting it up and running properly.â Johnny says enthusiastically. You nod looking round at the desk, there is a large printer/photocopier in the corner and a plant that looks like itâs seen better days. At least the computer is up to date and honestly you can work with this.Â
âSo nervous for your first day?â Johnny asks as Kyle sits back down.Â
âNot really.â You say smiling.Â
âGood lass, thatâs what we like to hear!â Johnny says patting you on the shoulder. Scottish, definitely Scottish. Kyle chuckles as he goes back to typing on the computer. You feel like now is the best time to take your leave. You thank Johnny and tell them both youâll see them tomorrow.Â
âWait a second lass, here.â Johnny reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a business card.
âAny questions drop me a message.â He smiles. You nod pocketing the card and heading out. You look back at the building as you leave seeing Johnny wave, you wave back awkwardly. Why would anyone care about keeping there home and work life separate when you work for a simple delivery company? You think back to Simon with the mask, maybe heâs just hygienic? Regardless it was a good job, close to home and good pay. You wouldnât have to rely on your mum or your ex to get you through the month. At least that was a weight off your shoulders. Â
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Later that evening your mother calls.
âHey mum.â You say as you reluctantly pick up the call, not really feeling in the mood for her energetic energy, especially after Johnnyâs enthusiastic tour. Â Â
âHey sweetie! I was just thinking about you today and I thought I would call to tell you, Anne from church has a job opening at her sonâs restaurant. You know Chris? He works at that nice Italian place, well I said you were looking for a job and Anne said she would put in a good word.â You sigh as you let your mother talk.Â
âItâs okay mum I got a job today actually. I went for an interview and they offered me the job on the spot.â You say.
âOh sweetie thatâs amazing where is it?â She asks, you pause, maybe telling your over sharing mother about a job you were warned required discretion was not the best idea.Â
âItâs just a small firm in the city centre, they were looking for a logistical analyst.â You say lying through your teeth.Â
âOh well that sounds fancy, I hope it pays well if youâll have to be trudging into the centre of London everyday.â You hear her chuckle.
âIt does mum donât worry, I start tomorrow actually.âÂ
âThatâs fantastic, Iâm sure youâll do great.âÂ
âThanks mum.â You say smiling. Thereâs a pause on the line.
âHave you spoken to Joe?â She asks, you sigh.Â
âNo mother I have not spoken to him since we broke up.â You reply bitterly wanting to end the conversation now. Â
âHeâs been asking about you, you blocked him or ignored him or something but sweetie I think you should talk to him he misses you.â You sigh, of course heâs turned on your mum, your sweet mother who couldnât hurt a fly and always sees the best in people. Even toxic abusers.Â
âIâll think about it mum, look I have to go I have an early start tomorrow.â You say.
âOkay well get a good rest and good luck for tomorrow I love you.â She says.
âI love you too,â you reply and hang up.
That night you dream of your ex. Youâre still with him trapped in the cycle of wake, make him happy, work, make him happy, sleep, repeat. The verbal abuse, the physical abuse, the days he would lock you in the bathroom for hours on end.
You took the lock off the door when he moved out. Youâre not sure why it just felt like the right thing to do. You bought a deadbolt for the front door and no longer sleep with the windows open, fearing he could scale the apartment building to get to you. Thatâs what he does in your dreams, he gets around all the precautions you put in place. You dream of him being in your space, questioning everything you do, insisting on checking your phone and e-mails, even your work ones. Anytime a maleâs name came up he would grill you about it for hours, no matter what you said it always felt like he never believed you. But then he would make you feel good, take you to the bedroom and treat you like a princess and it was like he was a different person.Â
âHeâs just protective sweetieâ your mother says. âHe loves you.â The bruises on your arm would say otherwise, wearing turtle necks in summer became your fashion statement for at least a year. âHe probably doesnât mean it have you tried talking to him?â Your brother was no better, to busy with uni to care, too much of a mans man to understand. Heâs gone now though and thatâs what you have to remember, itâs easier said then done.Â
 ââââââââââÂ
The next morning you show up early. Your body feels heavy after the restless night. You walk in seeing John bent over Kyleâs shoulder as their looking at something on the computer behind the counter.Â
âHey, maybe you can figure this out, weâve been trying to get these documents to copy over and itâs just not working.â Price says as he steps back you walk round watching Kyle trying to drag and drop a file into a folder. An administrative error pops up.Â
âMind if I?â You gesture for Kyle to move he holds his hands up rolling away on the chair as you try again. Youâre not the most competent with computers but you could probably figure it out. You try compressing the file first then moving it and it works.Â
âWhat did you do?â Kyle asks.
âI think the file was too big so I compressed it, do you need it sent in an e-mail?â You ask looking at John.
âYes please if you donât mind.â You nod.Â
âCoffee?â Kyle asks as he gets up out the seat heading into the main building.Â
âYes please.â You say turning to smile at him and pulling the chair over so you can sit down. Price explains how everything works as you get situated. He shows you the documents on the computer for how to answer the phone, and deal with walk in requests. The âsystemâ they have set up for assigning deliveries is basically just a glorified spreadsheet which is good, you can work with that itâs not too far out of your comfort zone.Â
âIf you have any questions just call, there is a direct line to my office if you press 1 on the phone.â You nod trying to take it all in as Kyle comes back with a cup of coffee.Â
âI didnât know how you took it so I just did milk.â He says.Â
âThatâs fine thank you.â You reply, as he places it next to you. Then heads back. John tells you again to ask if you need anything then also leaves you too it. Youâre looking through the computer making sure you defiantly understand everything when Simon and Johnny walk in.Â
âMorning,â you say to them smiling.
âMorning lass, guess we didnât scare you away yesterday!â Johnny beams, he seems to have too much energy especially compered to Simon who is still sporting his hoodie and mask combo. His eyes lock onto you as he walks through the lobby, his glare sending shivers down your spine. In a strange way, youâre not scared of him, more intrigued. He walks through the counter to the main floor without saying anything.Â
âSorry, heâs a rude bastard when he hasnât had a coffee yet.â Johnny says.
âItâs okay,â you shake your head. You look through the window into the main floor watching Gaz open the large garage doors out to the street.Â
âHey, if weâre both around at 12 want to get lunch together? I know this great sandwich place down the road my treat!â Johnny says. You nod, he really has a way of putting you at ease with his palpable bubbly energy.Â
âRight, Iâll see ya then lass,â he says and he heads through.Â
The morning goes quick or maybe itâs because everything feels so new and foreign that it takes you a lot of concentration to make sure youâre doing it right. Before you even try to do anything youâre already calling John in his office about the names, instead of it being Johnny, Simon and Kyle, itâs Gaz, Soap and Ghost. Gaz you remember but the other two itâs a 50/50. John laughs and tells you Soap is Johnny and Ghost is Simon.
Each time you give them a job they stick their heads round the door to pick up the invoice, you try to make it a habit of printing it out as soon as you assign the job, so itâs ready when they come in. You purposely give Simon a job over lunch so Johnny is free, itâs a little cheeky for your first day but you wouldnât mind spending more time with Johnny.Â
When lunch comes around Johnny shows you how to set the phone to go to Priceâs office and you both leave. The shop is right round the corner but by this time of the day itâs packed with people on their lunch break, you order your sandwiches to go and head back to work to eat them there. Youâre both sat upstairs in on the sofaâs, it is nice up here and you can see down to the floor below you gives you something to watch while you eat.Â
âHowâs your first day been so far then?â Johnny asks.
âFine, itâs just getting used to the system that might take a while.â You confess.
âYeah, youâre doing great though, my jobs have been smooth and easy all day.â He says. You nod.Â
âSo how did you all meet?â You ask.
âNow thatâs a story!â He says sitting up in his chair.Â
âWe were all military together, SAS.â He says. That explains the company name Special Delivery Service, you chuckle itâs cute, funny now you get it.
âWhyâd you quit?â You ask.Â
âOur time was up we chose not to re-enlist, it was Simonâs idea to start a delivery company, something easy we could do in retirement.â He says smiling at your interest.Â
âDid you ever kill anyone?â You ask, but then immediately regret it, you donât know if thatâs an appropriate question to ask. Johnny just laughs.
âSomeone's got to deal with the bad guys.â He says winking.Â
âDonât mean they didnât fight back. Got a nice fucked up knee to show for it.â Johnny says slapping his left leg. That explains the limp he always has when hes walking.Â
âHas John always been your boss?â You ask moving it away from killing people and being shot.
âPrice, yeah he was our captain, it just felt right letting him continue to tell us what to do.â Johnny explains, chuckling. You nod listening to him talk about their life in the military, heâs careful not to go too into specifics, but enough for you to understand it seemed like it was quite a dangerous job. Johnny mentioned something about bombs at one point, thatâs scary.Â
âI bet you travelled a lot though?â You ask finishing your sandwich.Â
âOh yeah! That was one of the perks I guess, been all over the place, met some great people.â Johnny says naming a bunch of countries off. You watch as Simon comes back reversing the van into the bay. He jumps out and heads straight into the store room. That reminded you you needed to ask for the code. Johnny gets up checking his watch and throwing his trash in the bin.Â
âGot a delivery to make, Iâll see you later.â He says heading to the stairs. You nod smiling. When youâre done you knock on Johnâs door before you head downstairs.Â
âCome in!â He calls. You go in, for some reason you get this feeling like youâre back at school walking into a teachers office about to ask them for the key to the storage room to get more paper.Â
âHey, howâs it going?â he asks smiling, it almost immediately puts you at ease.Â
âGood, I was just wondering, the store room, Johnny showed me yesterday but he didnât give me the code.â You explain. Price nods his head.Â
âYou donât need the code, itâs for the drivers only, itâs where we keep, sensitive equipment.â He explains. You nod feeling heat rush to your cheeks, maybe you should have asked Johnny instead saved yourself the embarrassment of this conversation.Â
âGot it, thank you.â You nod leaving the room and closing the door behind you. What kind of sensitive equipment? You hadnât seen anyone moving anything in or out of there, and youâre pretty sure you saw Simon go in empty handed just now. Youâre just more curious then ever. You look down the steps at Simon making his way up with a mug of tea in his hand. You wait until he has reached the top of the stairs before heading down. You smile at him, you canât tell if heâs smiling back with the mask but youâre assuming heâs not. You make your way back down as he walks into Johnâs office without knocking.Â
The rest of the day seems to go by slower, your mind obsessing over the store room for some reason. Itâs like an itch you need to scratch, you find yourself looking over to check it now and again. You get a few of those âspecial requestâsâ John warned you about, you try to assign them but it doesnât work. Clearly the system does not like it so you send them off to John. Itâs almost like theyâre encrypted, maybe you could figure out how to fix it and stop the system from freezing up every time it happens, a task for next week you think.
Jobs stop coming through around 3 and you spend the last few hours of your shift catching up on the other part of your admin job, then you find yourself cleaning the coffee machine. Johnny and Gaz leave early, apparently this is normal for Friday, you wish them a good weekend as they leave going out the vehicle entrance closing the garage doors behind them. You head to use the bathroom next, as youâre washing your hands you hear the door of the store room beep open and the sound of feet running in and out. You hear it open but you donât hear it close.
You hold your breath, could it be? Itâs open. Youâre excited for some reason. You quickly slip out cracking the door. Sure enough the door didnât fully close itâs stuck on the latch. Your curiosity gets the better of you, you canât help it. You look round quickly, you donât see anyone, you donât hear anyone. You push the door open, itâs dark you canât see inside. You take a step in and an automatic light flicks on. You gasp as you look around the room. Itâs way bigger then you expected, so big there is enough room for a table in the middle. Each part of the wall is covered in weapons, knifes, somethings you donât even know what they would be but they look scary.
The hairs are standing up on the back of your neck, itâs almost like your fight or flight has kicked in as your eyes widen. There are crates everywhere some open with what look like boxes of ammo. You let out a breath feeling fear rise in you, maybe it was airsoft? You move to look in one of the crates near the entrance. Nope those are real bullets. You shouldnât have seen this you feel panic rising. This is bad and very illegal. You start to back out the room, slowly youâre trying to be as quiet as possible. Your body hits something, not something someone. You hear a sigh.Â
âAnd what do you think youâre doing?â Itâs Simon. You slowly turn his head is tilted to the side his brow creased as his gaze burns into you. Fuck.
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9/25 update on the Nautilus, for anyone curious. Details below (long), but in summary: the damage is more expensive than we'd hoped. We will have to buy Nautilus back as salvage and repair her mostly out of pocket. We still do intend to repair her, but it seems now it will be over a timeline of several years. The fundraiser for her repairs has been raised to reflect the new estimate, and will remain up as long as we're working on her, for anyone who wishes to contribute. I'm so unbelievably, profoundly grateful to all of you who have helped us so far. Thank you so, so much.
Damage: a joint survey was conducted Tuesday between surveyors from our insurance and that of the other vessel. It will be another 3-4 weeks before we have the official paperwork, but the consensus was that the damage approaches twice Nautilus' value. In addition to the mast and all the attached rigging, sails, hardware, etc., the teak deck would have to come up in order to address the damage to the deck and hull. This means that rather than pay for repairs, our insurance company is almost certainly going to write her off as a total loss.
I am waiting for formal documentation before sharing any exact numbers. Once we have them I will be more precise. But the general process as I understand it right now is below, for anyone curious about how everything shakes out.
What a loss means with insurance: my understanding is that repair damages are only covered by insurance up to the point a vessel is totaled. Since the damages almost certainly surpass her value then she would be totaled instead. In this scenario, our insurance would give us the value the Nautilus was insured for, and then pursue the other vessel's insurance for their own reimbursement. Additionally the other insurance might give us the income we lost over the remainder of the season, but whether that will happen and what amount that would be is up in the air, with the three different attorneys we consulted agreeing that we'd be fortunate to get any amount. Anything beyond that is apparently unlikely, any other legal pursuit would possibly lose us more money that we might hope to gain.
On our end: we took out a loan to buy Nautilus in April, and still owe the majority of it. By the terms of the loan, with a total loss we would have to pay back the full loan immediately. Then, because this is essentially our insurance 'buying' Nautilus from us, we would have to buy her back as salvage. The salvage price would be determined by the salvageable parts of her, and the surveyor. Hopefully it would be less than five figures, but it depends heavily on which insurance company actually ends up with her, and how exhaustively they tally up the pieces of her that they could sell. The surveyors could not tell us at the time of the survey who would end up with her or what they would charge. For the next month or two Nautilus is in a kind of purgatory where we do still technically own her, but only until insurance gets through the paperwork, which makes it difficult to begin any work right now.
Financially: when the dust settles, once the loan is paid and we own Nautilus once more as salvage, I think that based on the current estimates we may have some funds remaining. But even in the best case scenario - low salvage price, and we do receive lost income - it wouldn't be enough to finance all the needed repairs. My partner and I will be keeping the fundraiser up for as long as we are working on her, for anyone who wishes to contribute to her repair fund. Any help from anyone who would like to see her sailing again will always be deeply appreciated, but we're both aware it's an absurd number. If we fail to meet it, we're both keenly aware it's not through any lack of generosity - I cannot possibly express how grateful we are for the help we have received already, and what a massive difference it has made over the last month as we deal with the immediate and long-term fallout, covering her haul-out and towing and bills over the months it will likely take to resolve all this.
Fixing Nautilus: my partner and I are still committed to repairing her, despite the cost and the time involved. The thought of letting her be cut up for salvage is too heartbreaking to bear. But at the pace things are progressing and with the resources we have, it's obvious now that it's not feasible to fix her fully over the winter; it will instead be over the course of several years. However, my partner and I hope that by doing as much of the work ourselves as we are qualified for, we can bring down the overall cost of repairs by a fair amount. Additionally, the broken mast was built only a few years ago by a gentleman who still has the plans for it and is willing to guide us through the process of building a replacement. There is a possibility we can connect with a local boat building school's fledgling restoration program. And a great many people have offered their time, advice, expertise, and contacts. The timeline has changed, but we are not giving up on her.
In the meantime: with the survey done, we now have at least a general idea of what the future will look like. Since working nonstop to get Nautilus sailing again by June is not on the table any longer, my partner and I are currently figuring out a long-term plan for ourselves, our little company, and the Nautilus herself. We have discussed a few ideas, which I'll share more about once we settle on anything concrete. Nautilus herself is finally clear of wreckage, with the pieces of her mast on sawhorses beside her, her deck swept clean, solar panel plugged in, and a tarp over the worst of the damage. She's as safe as we can make her for now; there's nothing else we can do except wait for the wheels to turn.
Lastly: thank you all, more than I can say. I have been trying not to miserypost, but I have been having a very hard time dealing with this, as has my partner. It took us ten years to save the money we put into Nautilus, and the few months we were able to spend sailing her together were the happiest and proudest I have been in my life. We have lost the future we'd imagined, and regardless of how this resolves, we are never getting that time back. We are determined not to lose the Nautilus as well, but it has honestly been difficult some days to push through the grief. The one consistent silver lining has been the kindness and sympathy and outrage from everyone who has taken the time to reach out to us. I have been floored, over and over, by how many people we have rooting for us. I am never, ever going to be able to express my full gratitude to all of you. Without exaggeration, you have kept me going.
I will share more once we know more - exact numbers, exact damage, exact plans for repairs and the next steps. Until then, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
#the other crew clearly felt awful and in fairness they were very forthcoming with all the information we needed#but two days later#kneeling on the deck picking up the splinters of the mast and taping over the worst of the exposed wood to keep the rain out#while they laughed and clinked glasses on their yacht which was still docked directly behind us#was a very difficult evening to get through#nautilus update#nautilus fundraiser#nautilus
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GIRL I NEED MIZU BEING A BULLY IN COLLEGE (she actually isn't, it's just rumors because of her aura, people are kinda scared of her) she's like tall, arm with tattoos, rides a motorcycle, sunglasses, leather jacket, WHO WOULDNâT BE SCARED????
So she has a secret crush on reader (who is also a little bit afraid of her based on the rumors) who is the complete opposite of her. So Mizu tries to be kind (even though it's hard and she's a nervous mess)
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you were at that school long enough to know the single most important thing: stay away from mizu, always, that girl means problem.
many people believe that she is respected a lot, but she is just feared. being a tall girl, tattooed arms, and driving a motorcycle is enough to make peopleâs head going down while she passes. who wouldn't be afraid?
âhi, excuse me. iâm here to bring my absence certificate from friday.â
âhello sweetie! give me a minute.â
you wait patiently for the inspector to sort things out, and before leaving he calls you.
âwait, your geography teacher had to leave, so you should go to the history class right now. hush, it already started.â
you thank him and run in a clumsy way to the history classroom, and calmly open the door.
âplease, come in. you can sit with mizu right there.â
everything seemed to go in slow motion. the slightly laugh of some students, and the pitying faces of others. of course, the chair with her had to be the only one free! you approach and sit down, apprehensive.
the thought of looking at her flashes through.
come on, say hi or make a sign so you don't get into trouble with her later!
you move your head towards her, smile and nods trying to say hello. she just looks at you and returns her attention to the teacher seconds later. what if she didnât liked you?!
oh, for sure i am in trouble⊠what if that sign means something rude in her country?!
the teacher starts to speak again.
âsince this material is over, let's ask some review questions to see if everyone understood.â she pauses for a second. âyou know what? i will pick according to the numbers on the attendance list.â
several students sigh in sadness. you feel relieved in fact, you studied a good part of the content. you quickly look at mizu, she looks like a statue... wow!
âwho is number⊠eighteen?â
âme, miss.â
the boy stands up in his chair and waits for the questions. he responds clearly and satisfies the teacher.
ânumber seven?â
being taken out of my thoughts, i stand up confident and i look at the teacher smiling.
âpaleolithic japanese incorporates the oldest known polished stone tools in the world. this technology is associated with the beginning of the neolithic, which takes place in what time?â
fuck you, fuck me, fuck everyone! what kinda of quest is that?!
âah⊠itâs b.c right?â her expression changes. several students start whispering and laughing at you.
my heart starts racing and i feel like i'm going to fall ovâ
huh?
did mizu just pushed her leg against mine?
she wants me to get distracted and fail at everything! iâm just gonna ignore it.
but why is she placing both hands clearly open on her thighsâŠ
it couldnât beâŠ
âten thousand before christâŠ?â
âyes! correctly lady!â
you sit in the chair again but in disbelief, happy with the teacherâs smile. your gratitude hides all the thoughts that previously hovered in your mind, so you get close to mizu and whispers:
âthank you so much, i owe you one for saving me.â
for the first time she looks at you and... and smiles... mizu can actually smile, and what a beautiful vision you think.
âitâs nothing. no need to thank me.â
her voice is actually so pretty⊠it has nothing scary. why would people call her scary?
you think to yourself.
the class continues without worries and finally comes to an end.
âbye, mizu!â you say in a joyful tone. you were proud to know now that she wasnât that scary bully monster everyone calls her.
âah, wait a minute, please. you were the only person who talked with me in ages. so⊠you donât find me weird or anythingâŠ?â
âi was a fool influenced by rumors. you are a good person, mizu. i am sorry for everything.â
ahâŠ
why is she BLUSHING?!
âhaha⊠good to know...â she scratches her head nervously. âso, do you want my number? like, so we can talk more, not that i want to ask you out. in fact, i want to! but not now.â
you look at her surprised, she is a real mess.
âiâm so sorry⊠you were the only one who talked to me without that strange scared face. i thought we could at least extend it more.â
âof course we can!â you smile brightly to her.
you two exchange numbers and start to get close, very close to a level where she picks you up and drops you off at home every single day.
âhello dove, itâs cold today. hold on tight.â
you do as she says. mizuâs body is bigger and of course more warm, itâs like your own big plushie to squeeze and hug. also⊠itâs no longer a secret anymore! everyone at school knows you two are inseparable forever.
âtaigen asked me if we are datingâŠâ you declare this, lying on her chest on the lawn.
âhow could he?â she puts her leg over yours.
#lesbian#sapphic#wlw#blue eye samurai#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu x fem!reader#mizu x reader#mizu x y/n#mizu x you#modern mizu#mizu x oc#mizu is my wife#mizu#bes mizu#blue eye samurai mizu#blue eye samurai x reader#bes modern au#bes headcanons#bes#lesbian headcanon#lesbians#wlw headcanon#wlw headcanons#wlw and nblw only#men and minors dni#wlw post#mizu come home the kids miss you#bes x reader#bes memes#mizu fanart
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Hello, oh my, damn... so english isn't my first language and i wasn't sure how to phrase it better so don't worry, i totally understand being uncomfortable and I'm sorry đ
I did enjoy your version very much and i also think that you should definitely go for a crow reader cause that is such a cute idea!
- accidentally proposing anon
No problem! And since you're interested here's some very quick ideas I had about crow reader before I go to work today!
Alastor
Nothing phases this man anymore. Niffty literally gifted him a crown of dead roaches. So when you flutter excitedly and present him with a string of shiny can tabs, you've been collecting he accepts it graciously.
"You're quite right dear, these are incredibly colorful. Yes, very shiny are you sure you don't want to keep this? Oh! You made it for me? Well, aren't you just precious."
He makes it into a necklace or even something to decorate his horns.
Vox
Valentino likes light, you like shiny things, both of you tend to like being around screens and bright colors.
Except you don't just like screens, it's anything colorful or shiny. Actually sometimes it's not even that, its just random odds and ends that caught your attention for some reason. He gets it sometimes, textures, patterns, things like that.
But you have everything from soda can tabs to random buttons to rocks of various shapes, sizes, and colors. You have different sticks and pieces of wood you found that for some reason you then had to have. Pieces of mismatched jewelry. It's cute but it also clutters up space and he eventually designates one room for your stuff and tells you to keep it condensed. You do, and swear it's organized, but it's all just a jumbled mess to him.
He's in his lair, observing all the many different cameras, looking for some wannabe actress who owed him money, when you bounce in, barely stifling excited squaking. He sighs fondly and turns to you, knowing he's not going to be able to concentrate until he sees what you want to show him.
It's a collection of your molted feathers, the best ones, sleek and iridescent, bound together with some colorful twine you found and attached to it is a miniature glass jar filled with colorful, shiny bits of plastic, metal, and rock, and corked shut and sealed with hot glue.
It makes a nice rattle sound when he shakes it and the feathers are nice to pet and run his fingers over and..."Did you make me a fidget toy? From....random stuff you found? That's, that's actually really cute, thanks Doll."
He downplays how much he uses it, but it's literally on his key ring, so you know it goes everywhere with him and if during long meetings his staff are subjected to the consistent background noise of little shiny bits rattling around in a jar, then that's their problem.
Lucifer
As you may have noticed Lucifer also tends to collect things he has no need for. But he might need it one day! Between the two of you it does get to be a bit of a problem, so you both agree to sort through and condense your piles.
It takes days cuz you guys keep stopping to show each other cool stuff you guys have. Then, several more days just to get through his numerous rubber ducks. Eventually it's down to a single room where your collections have merged. Each item carefully chosen and presented to one another like expensive jewelry or other such luxurious things. But it's a cool rock you found, a giant bronze spring, a box full of candy wrappers with clever sayings, and a scrapbook with various brightly colored pieces of cardboard from snacks, toys, shoes, literally anything, that caught your eye.
It's anyone's guess on who adds what, but you do both have to agree on it before it's added so you don't hoard things again.
That's the end, but maybe I'll go back and add Adam and some of the other characters later. I just wanted to get my initial ideas down before work.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel lucifer#vox x reader#lucifer x reader#alastor x reader
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our chapters average at 27,000 words, the total fic length is already 3x the average novel length, and we lost one of the authors working on this fic. it must be so nice to only have to endure the wait for a chapter to be uploaded so that you can interact with it rather than being the one to actually write it.
im going to be cruel (no pun intended) to be kind: this is such an intense externalisation of blame. you are the ones in control of the fic length; the chapters could handle some heavy editing and it wouldnt make them any less wonderful (such as regarding the descriptions of mike and will's internal thoughts, not the action between the characters themselves). fic is free and its a gift to be able to read works that inspire our hearts and minds while we wait for the show, but then again, when at the stern of a juggernaut work such as this, one that will inevitably have many followers chomping at the bit on tumblr as well as ao3 (as you designed it to have!), you surely must be aware of something that only usually exists in professional marketing spaces involving customers + brand IP: the relationship between consumer and creator, and what they can give each other.
not 'owe each other' - nothing is owed, except perhaps basic human kindness. fans want your work, and its free, so we should be grateful; likewise, you want readers, feedback and clicks, and that should be free, too. but in order for this to work smoothly, there has to be fair give and take. i mean, if you wanted to monetize the fic i'm sure many people would pay to read it, but thats beside the point here.
what fans of this fic simply want is the same honesty and self-awareness from you that they might expect from any artist who has embarked on such am ambitious project. and this doesnt just mean transparency about potential uploading dates (which is already much appreciated by the majority!), or notifications about how hard it is to balance work and life (something most people on the planet struggle with). it means total honesty and hard answers. people like to know where they stand. plenty of writers (both professional and fan alike) abandon works for months, years at a time, and if the work is THAT good, people will always be thrilled to see a return. it's the mucking people about that is what destroys relationships - no matter how good your reasons are.
your fic is wonderful and very, very memorable. you could take a big, undefined hiatus and people would, im sure, return, including me. seeing you admit that you have been prioritizing this fic over your mental health does not inspire confidence either, or even comfort - do i want to read something that has caused the creator such harm?
i think everything about this process would be happier for everyone if you set boundaries that work for you and didn't place blame elsewhere. after all, as you said, it's just a fanfic. it doesnt matter if you don't finish it. it doesnt matter if it takes all the way to s5 for 10.2 to release. everyone would, though, appreciate you taking a stance and being consistent (and therefore fair) to both yourselves and the readers.
please feel free to not post this publicly or do as you wish with it.
hello! thank you for your feedback and for sharing it in a way that is both kind and respectful. you make many valid points that i agree with -- we are in control of the word counts and could stand to edit down more, and we do recognize where being transparent about the reasons behind the chapter delays might not inspire confidence or comfort. i do, however, think that isolating one response/chain of responses to a particular ask is a little unfair, so i'd like to provide additional context.
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Lost (12) - You had me from hello
Tara Carpenter x female Reader
Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Taraâs friends, you were Taraâs fierce protector, the MMA fighter whoâd take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea youâd have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didnât matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldnât be able to survive.
Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics
Word count: 4k
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-If I never told you I just want you to know you had me from hello-
Proving that yesterday was a fluke, Tara woke up to the sight of you already up and rolling the dough, which, knowing you, probably meant you were making crescent rolls. Tara stretched a bit, grabbed your pillow and got comfortable. She smiled and just watched you work for a couple of minutes. The years working as a cook really paid off, as you moved in the kitchen with practiced ease and Tara found herself swooning at the thoughts of eating your cooking for the rest of her life. She didnât even feel like she was rushing with that thought. The two of you went through enough to know for sure that nothing, absolutely nothing, could separate you. And that thought made her smile. She let out a content sigh, humming as she got up and approached you. She hugged you from behind, the same way she did yesterday, only without putting her arms underneath your shirt this time.
"Good morning, Y/N," she said a bit sleepily, she lazily leaned down a bit and kissed you just beneath your shoulder blade, loving the way you went still just for a moment. You heard her even when she stretched, it was the kiss that made you stop for a moment.
"Good morning, birthday girl," she didn't even need to look at you to know there was a grin on your face. She heard you moving a bit, and wiping something before she felt your hands on top of hers. "Great timing actually. What filling would you like?"
Tara hummed at that, it was tempting to go for something sweet, but she'd have her cake later. "How about pizza?" just some tomato sauce, cheese, and ham would be perfect.
You nodded, fake coughing and tapping her hand lightly. Right, she'd need to let you go. "Thank you," you teased, turning around to kiss her cheek before heading to the fridge.
Tara leaned against the counter, careful to avoid dough and flour. "You're making a lot. Are Sam, Chad and Mindy coming?"
"Yeah, apparently we owe them for leaving us alone yesterday. Although, should the three of you be this relaxed about school?" you asked while looking inside the fridge, causing Tara to freeze for a moment and look away. You got everything you needed and came back, a bowl, ham, cheese and a bottle of tomato sauce in your hands, and you were carefully observing her. When you stood in front of Tara you set aside the bowl and ingredients down, took your apron off, and then tucked a few strands of hair behind Tara's ear. "What's wrong?"
You noticed. Not that she was surprised about that. No one knew her as well as you did. "It's been difficult lately," Tara sighed, if she wanted you to always be open with her, she'd have to be the same way with you.
You frowned and she swore she could see gears turning in your head. "Because of what happened?" you figured it out quickly, though it wasnât that difficult to figure it out.
"Yeah," she leaned into you, seeking the comfort of having your arms around her gave her. And you gave her just that, pulling her in. She rested her head against your chest, listening to the sound of your heart beating. "Promise me you won't go crazy when I tell you," if anyone knew you, she knew you. Even if she failed to recognize you weren't fine for years. She knew how you were when it came to her. She knew you'd get pissed off the moment you heard how things were at school.
Tara heard a reluctant sigh and smiled when she felt you picking her up and taking her to the sofa. You sat down, with her safely sitting on your lap. "I don't like it, but I promise."
"It's either pity or blame. You know, some say they are sorry for me because of what Amber did to me, some say I should have noticed Amber was... the way she was," some went on to say Tara wasn't any different, that she killed Amber, so she was just as dangerous and sick in the head as her now deceased ex. She couldn't tell you that. You'd want the names of those people regardless of what you promised.
She felt you clenching your fists, she felt the tension in your muscles as you held her, she heard the deep breaths you took.
"Y/N," she nuzzled into your neck, hoping she could calm you down with touch, with assurance that she was right there and fine, and that you didnât need to get into trouble over this. And you would get into trouble if you got involved with this.
"I know, I know. I trust you to tell me if you need me to do anything," that was what she wanted to hear as she caressed your cheek, slowly kissing from your neck all the way to your lips. It was a soft, brief kiss, but it was enough to calm your down.
Tara pulled back first, smiling. "I love how protective you are. I love knowing you are always there when I need you. I still need to handle things myself, you know? I need you to get back to the way you were before I was attacked," back then you were protective, but not to the point of handling any problem she had yourself. You didn't get to that point now, either, but Tara worried you might if she didn't point it out to you right away.
Before you left two months ago Tara absolutely needed you. She needed help moving, she couldn't take care of herself properly and at first needed help with even some of the more basic tasks. That was embarrassing, but you were patient and made sure she never felt like she was an inconvenience. She couldn't do anything too difficult and with the damage to her hand, she'd still need help with certain tasks in the future. That was the physical side of things. Carrying her, carrying things she couldn't, all the things like that, all of that was fine. She knew her limits and she was fine with your help with what she couldn't do. That's how things were before she got attacked as well, only back then they were less intimate.
As for handling issues like the one she currently had at school, well, that was where she drew the line. She couldn't have you solving everything, or getting involved with everything. She needed you to go back to the way you were before. Where you'd only get involved if she asked you to and would otherwise just offer her the support.
"I can still get angry, right?" you asked, relaxing a bit at her words.
"There's not much I can do about that," Tara laughed and leaned down once again to kiss your cheek. âOther than kiss you and hope thatâll calm you down,â she joked kissing the corner of your lips as you smiled. "I have you," she kissed your cheek again. "And Sam, and Mindy, and Chad," with every name she kissed another part of your face, your other cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, purposefully avoiding your lips. "I can handle anything this stupid town throws at me."
How she wished she could erase what happened, go to a place where no one knew who she was and what she went through so that she could live a normal life. Hopefully, she could do exactly that once she leaves Woodsboro with you, Chad, and Mindy, and, she hoped, Sam as well.
You got tired of her insistent avoidance of your lips and gently cupped her cheek to properly kiss her. "I know you can. You will. And then we'll leave this damn place and never come back," Tara liked that idea. She liked the slow and gentle way you were kissing even more, the soft caress of your thumb across the side of her face. You separated too quickly for her liking. "Breakfast, Tara" you reminded her.
"Breakfast, Tara" she repeated, dejectedly getting off your lap and sitting next to you with folded arms, and you just laughed. "What?" she asked, surprised by your reaction.
"Pancakes, Y/N," you reminded her, and Tara blinked a few times, realizing she did exactly what you did yesterday.
And so, she laughed as well, jokingly pushing you to get up quicker. You got together yesterday, no one could blame her for being a bit more eager for everything than it was necessary. Besides, you weren't any different. Give it a bit of time and you'll both get used to the relationship, which should, in turn, make you a bit less excited about being in a relationship than you currently were. Twice a day was definitely not a pace either of you needed or could keep up with.
You didn't head right back to the dough, instead, you dug for something in your bag and walked back to her with a small bag. "I saw them and figured your hand might be sensitive to cold," you handed her the package. "Happy birthday, Love," you said, quickly bending down to peck her lips one more time.
Tara, pulled you into a hug, the package still in her hand. "Thank you," she whispered in your ear. The gift turned out to be a pair of rechargeable hand warmers. "I love it," could she tell you? Was it too early? She kinda figured you weren't the most usual couple, between near-death experience and being in love for years. Still shouldn't there be more build-up to those words? A relationship that was longer than thirty hours? "Y/N."
"Yeah?" you looked taken aback when you looked her in the eyes.
"It's just, I-" she was sure of what she felt, she just feared you might think it was too soon.
You smiled. "I love you too, Tara," her jaw dropped.
"Wha- How?" she jumped to her feet as you laughed and went back to making crescent rolls. "Y/N!" she scolded you with a pout on her face.
"Eyes are the window to the soul, right? Well, no one has eyes quite as expressive as yours, Tara. Besides, we've been through so much together. Saying 'I love you' feels more like stating the obvious, rather than a huge declaration," you shrugged while you began grating the cheese
Tara wanted to be annoyed, but, frankly, she couldn't be. You just had to be right, didnât you? Tara did have to admit most people didnât go through what the two of you did. There certainly wasnât a book about when to say âI love youâ if you and your partner survived a couple of crazy killers trying to kill you. "You're right. Let's redo it. I love you, Y/N," she said and your smile morphed into a wide grin.
"I love you too, Tara."
~X~
About an hour later Tara got a text from Sam that her, Chad, and Mindy were almost there, and just in time as you were just done setting the table. The crescent rolls smelled absolutely divine and if they werenât fresh out of the oven Tara would have tried them already.
The two of you heard a knocking on the doors and Tara jumped to unlock them.
âSam learnt her lesson,â you teased as Tara walked past you and she just grinned at you, blushing slightly at the reminder of what nearly happened yesterday.
The moment she opened the doors Sam burst in, hugging her tightly. âEasy Sam, I was with Y/N,â Tara laughed, hugging her sister back.
âIn more ways than one,â Mindy quipped shamelessly.
âMindy!â Chad, luckily, chastised her before Tara could.
But Mindy just smirked, patting Tara on the back. âEarly birthday present? Seeing stars without getting punched?â
Tara knew her face was as red as a tomato, she felt the heat in her cheeks as she looked away, of course Mindy would keep teasing her even now that she got together with you. âThatâs⊠Itâs not,â damn it, why was she so embarrassed? The two of you were in a relationship, of course you wouldâŠ
âDamn it, Mindy, weâre supposed to have breakfast,â Sam complained as she let go of Tara.
âExactly, and leave Tara be,â Chad jumped in to defend her as well.
Mindy just smirked, and while she stopped talking she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively causing Tara to groan. âWell, I had my fun, happy birthday, T,â Mindy finally went and hugged her. âAlso, seriously, about time you two!â she exclaimed loud enough for you to hear her as well, but considering the way you were looking at them, with your jaw dropped, you definitely heard everything that came before as well.
âWhat the dingus said, I mean the about time thing,â Chad grinned and pulled Tara in for a hug. âHappy birthday!â
âThanks, all of you,â Tara smiled, and just for a moment, for a fleeting second, she expected to see three more faces there. As if what happened was a horrible nightmare, as if Wes and Liv were still alive and Amber was alive and not a crazy murderer. But they werenât there, they were all dead.
She tried to keep the smile on her face as she the three of them inside. All five of you sat down and Tara snuggled as close to you as she could, seeking your warmth and trying to push those thoughts away.
You always had a sixth sense for her distress, and you wrapped your arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
âSo, world champion?â Chad awkwardly patted you on the shoulder.
Ever since Tara told the three of them of your retirement, they werenât sure how to approach the subject, and that was with Tara. Now you were right there, and that awkwardness came back like a boomerang, and it was only slightly eased by the fact that you won. Well, depending on how you looked at it. Chad, personally, thought that you winning made it even worse, since you wouldnât get the chance to defend your title and dominate the women MMA. He looked it up, you were the youngest womenâs MMA world champion in history, and by a lot, especially in your category.
âUntil the next title match, yeah. Anya will probably take it right back by beating up whoever her unlucky opponent ends up being,â you werenât bothered though, not even a bit and Tara trusted you were honest.
âI bet, that woman hits hard,â Sam agreed, wincing slightly when she remembered how much Tara was panicking while they were all watching your fight.
You chuckled. âTell me about it,â and just like that the tension was gone. Tara eased her worried mind by leaning into your touch, and you eased the worries of all your friends by being fairly chill about the retirement. For a brief moment Tara even chastised herself for ever doubting you in the first place.
~X~
Later that day you were washing the dishes while Tara and the twins choose how to pass the time. That was when Sam approached you.
She leaned back against the fridge, not quite looking at you, instead she crossed her arms and looked at Tara. "So, you and Tara," Sam began a bit awkwardly.
"Yes?" you couldn't help bit smirk a bit, but when you noticed Samâs nervousness and the fact that she chose to keep her tone low, your smirk dropped, and you dried your hands. You were done anyway.
"You're official?" there was the question, honestly, you expected it a bit sooner, but you guessed there just wasnât a chance for Sam to ask. And you guessed she was a bit conflicted.
You should have been annoyed by her demeanor. And maybe you were a bit annoyed. She was gone for five years, came back only when she had to, and while you were thankful she came back, you didnât exactly appreciate the fact that she was tethering on the edge of protecting Tara from you of all people. But you did understand. Tara went through a traumatic experience, and she jumped into a relationship with you the moment you came back. Not to mention the circumstances surrounding you leaving werenât the best either. Sam couldnât know that you and Tara completely talked it out, before you got together, and then during the rest of the day, you just talked it all over. Or at least the most important topics.
So, between understanding where Sam was coming from and the excitement you felt over being with Tara you couldn't wipe that stupid grin off your face as you glanced at Tara debating with Mindy on which movie to watch was enough of an answer on its own. "Yeah, it kinda just happened," you then quickly raised your hand. "Before you give me protective older sister speech, I know. I get it. If I ever hurt her, you're free to do whatever you want," of course, after you chose your own fitting punishment.
Sam nodded, smiling at your reassurance. "Honestly, if it had to be anyone, I'm glad it's you," she looked at Tara, at the grin on her face that mirrored your own when she glanced toward you. "She's happy with you."
You smiled, that was all you wanted. To make Tara happy and be happy with her.
"Sam, Y/N, come on!" Tara said, interrupting the conversation you had with Sam, still, you doubted there was anything else left to say. Sam approved, even if she was justifiably concerned for her sister.
~X~
As the celebration began coming to a close the five of you were left sitting, just chilling in your and Taraâs apartment. Mindy and Chad were on the couch and Chad was eating his second slice of cake. Sam and Mindy refused the seconds, but you and Tara were sharing a piece, since Tara was already full, but craved something sweet and you weren't about to turn down extra cake. Sam was sitting at the bottom of your and Taraâs bed, while you sat cross-legged on your bed with Tara sitting on your lap. You had one arm around her waist while holding the plate in the other. Tara was the one with the duty to feed either of you.
"Hey, what should we do when we leave Woodsboro?" Chad suddenly asked as he took another bite of his cake.
"Go to university, get our degrees, you know how it goes," Mindy didn't seem too interested in the topic. She never was the one to complicate things, she knew what she wanted to do, and she would do it, thus talking about it in detail felt unnecessary to Mindy.
"Well yeah, but I'd like us to stick together. You know, after what we went through," he said and you couldn't help but feel relief at his words.
You glanced at Tara, seeing the hopeful look in her eyes. This clearly wasn't something they talked about before.
"I don't think I can trust other people easily, after what Amber did," Mindy admitted. "And I really care about you two," she said to Chad and Tara. "No offense, Y/N, Sam."
"None taken, I get it," Sam immediately assured her and you just grinned.
You and Mindy were friends, you were on good terms, you could see she was happy for you and Tara. You also fully understood it was a friendship that relied on your mutual connection to Tara.
"Well, I care about all of you," Chad was, for the lack of a better description, much more open to caring about people than Mindy. Granted, you had more in common with Chad than Mindy, so that may have had something to do with the closer friendship the two of you had.
"How about we pick the same university and rent an apartment together?" Tara went for the best-case scenario in her head.
Mindy immediately crossed her arms in an X shape. "No way, university yes, but living with you two? No, I can't handle how stuck together you two are," she immediately shut it down.
Tara laughed, jokingly smacking her shoulder. "We're not that bad!"
Mindy just looked at Tara blankly and shook her head. "T. We know what you did yesterday, a day, actually scratch that, hours into your relationship, by the way," Tara and you got embarrassed at that. It wasnât even hours, it was more like minutes. "Also, kind of hard to believe you when you haven't left Y/N's lap for longer than a minute the whole night."
"She got you there Snuggle Bear," you snickered, pulling the embarrassed girl closer to you, despite not doing much better than her.
Tara pouted and untangled herself from you, so she could go to Sam who happily accepted the role of hugging her sister.
"There, there, don't worry about it," Sam smoothed Tara's hair and pulled Tara to her right side. Tara eagerly leaned into Sam's embrace.
"See! This is what I'm talking about! As if being sweet with Y/N wasn't enough, there's Sam as well!" Mindy laughed and honestly, given the situation, you and Chad couldn't help but join in. "It never ends, and I worry it might be contagious."
Tara just turned around and stuck her tongue out.
'We're all just touch-starved, aren't we?' you couldn't help but think as you shook your head slightly.
"No, look at it from the brighter side, at least she's going from one to the other," and Chad had to say it.
Tara immediately perked up and looked at you. "Y/N," she said sweetly and made a 'come here' motion with her hand.
"No!" Mindy and Chad jumped to grabbed onto you.
"Duty calls," you smirked, getting up to shake the two off and get closer to Tara and Sam despite the two trying to pull you back.
"Stay with us Y/N! She has you wrapped around her little finger!" Mindy laughed.
"How does Tara hold you back and pull you around all the time?" Chad complained as he relented and gave up on trying to hold you back.
Looking over your shoulder you saw Mindy looking at Chad with an 'Are-you-serious' look on her face.
"I let her," you shrugged and dropped down next to Tara. "Yes, Tara?"
Tara glanced down at her left hand, resting on her thigh. Then she glanced at your own hand. Okay, you could figure that one out. You leaned back and slid your arm around Tara's lower back so you could reach her left hand from behind. "Like this?"
"Just like that," going by the smile on Tara's face she really enjoyed the moment. Sam having her arm around Tara's shoulders and you hugging her at the same time.
"See, it's like she has two guard dogs now," Mindy's laughter suddenly stopped. The reminder of Amber's nickname for you hanging in the air like an uncomfortable weight on everyone's shoulders. "Shit, sorry, Tara," she apologized.
"No, don't worry about it," Tara got up, but before you or Sam could go after her Mindy got up and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm really sorry. For teasing as well, hug them all you want," Mindy dropped the tough act just for a few moments.
Tara returned the hug and you saw her shoulders relaxing before the two girls separated.
"Uh, I'd like a hug too," Chad grinned sheepishly, prompting Tara to hug him as well.
If there really was a group of life-long friends forming between the five of you there was no doubt in your mind the heart and soul of that group was Tara.
A/N: The gift is an idea from Anon's headcanon, I didn't even know those were a thing until Anon mentioned them. Thank you, Anon!
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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter Map Twenty-Three
TW: noncon, shithead doctors, trauma, graphic medical descriptions
Your next shift at the hospital, you are understandably on edge. You have not seen Julian since the incident in the parking garage, and so much has happened since, you havenât even had time to think about what youâre going to do.
Besides kick him in the junk again, if he gets handsy.
On your break, you make your way to the ICU. Washington is there, miraculously in stable condition. His wife is sitting with him, holding his hand.Â
You give a little knock on the curtained off room walls, and peak your head in. âHello.âÂ
She wipes some tears from her cheeks with the heel of her hand and motions you in. âOh, sorry, any news from the doctor?âÂ
You pad timidly into the room, unsure of what to do with your body besides stand, awkward and uncomfortable, with your hands clasped in front of you because folding them across your chest would just seem too hostile. âNo, Iâm actually just here to see how youâre doing? How heâs doing?â
She gives you a hard look. âAnd who are you?â You donât take it personally, only because this woman holds herself like someone whoâs been through hell and back, and you respect her for staying strong.Â
âSorry. Iâm y/n.âÂ
Her expression changes instantly. Apologetic, astonished, gratefulâyou think. âOh my. Oh, Iâm sorry. You saved my husbandâs life.â
You take a page from Tomâs notebook of laissez-faire hero sayings. âI was just doing my job.âÂ
âWell, either way, thank you.â She gives you a little nod, then looks back at her husbandâs swollen, perse face. âHeâs alive because of you and the paramedics and the doctors and I owe youâŠâ fat shiny globes roll down her face as her voice catches on sadness. Itâs kind of just instinctâthe urge to comfort another woman in distress, to hold the mourning mother or the distraught widow. You wrap her in your arms, and immediately she clings to you and soaks your scrub top with all the pent up agony inside of her.Â
âItâs alright,â you say, rubbing her back in what you hope is a comforting touch.Â
Thatâs how Tom finds you, and heâs past knocking at this point apparently. Barging in, as usual, like he owns the place, but youâre becoming more grateful than annoyed with these interruptions.
Itâs stupid, to think that everything will be hunky dory between Tom and Washingtonâs wife.Â
Because Lindaâs jagged-spear stare immediately freezes the pushy cop in his tracks, and itâs kind of funny for a minuteâto see Ludlow get nerfed by a tiny womanâuntil you realize she wants him tarred and feathered.Â
âWhat you can do,â she spits, pointing her finger at him, âis get out.â
âLinda, please, hear me out.â Heâs as soft with her as he is harsh with any man, and it makes your heart pop like a bloody balloon. âI-â
âNo,â she tells him, âGet. Out.âÂ
You know Linda is a distraught wife, and you know sheâs in emotional distress, and you know that she has every right to be upset, but you still find yourself looking at the back of her head like she kicked your puppy. Your big, nippy, sad eyed guard puppyâŠ
So, what do you do? Defend Tom like every fight reaction in your body is screaming at you to do? Satiate Linda by saying nothing? Tom decides for you, thank God, and slips out through the curtain.Â
âHeâs got some nerve.â Linda shakes her head, then grabs back onto her partner's hand with a grip as strong as her confident attitude that you absolutely envy.Â
You have thirty minutes, because youâre taking your break today whether hospital numbers suffer or not, and you sit with her for the entirety. Not saying much of anything, at first. Just silent. Because you have a feeling she needs someone right now, and even though youâre probably not the best companion, somebody is better than nobody. At least in situations like these.
Finally, she speaks. âThey said itâs touch and go.â
âOh,â you nod, because what do you say to something like that? What do you say to someone whoâs real-time getting their heart crushed under the boot of unfair circumstances and injustice? âIâm so sorry, Linda.â
âHeâs not dead yet,â she reminds both you and herself and, probably hoping he can hear her, Terrence, too. âHeâs been through worse than this.â
Life. What a weird, fleeting thing. You can go through hell and survive, and then a little thing like a bullet wipes you from the earth just like that. You give Linda your number. âCall me if you need someone.âÂ
Tomâs not here, anymore⊠You wish he was.
***
Later in your shift, you receive a page to see Dr. Mercer in his office. Your heart makes a very good attempt at beating out of your chest, but you reason he canât get up to anything too sinister, here at the hospital.Â
Yeah, right.Â
As you approach his door you start to sweat, your palms clammy, your face hot. Do not have a panic attack right now. Because itâs that easy, of course. You pause and close your eyes, steady yourself with a hand on the wall. You think of Tom, the way some people clutch rosary beads to gather strength, and only then do you feel properly prepared to tell Dr. Julian Mercer to fuck off, if you have to.Â
You knock once before entering, and canât help but think about him like a proper Bond villain now behind his big desk. All heâs missing is the snow-white ragdoll cat. Somehow, you canât imagine him having a soft spot for an animal.Â
âClose the door,â he tells you, his long fingers steepled before him.Â
âIâd rather leave it open.â
âNot when you hear what I have to tell you, you wonât.â
With a long breath out of your nostrils you gird your proverbial loins, and shut the door. You do not stray far from it though; a thing he notices, and seems to find amusing.Â
âTruce, y/n. I lost my head earlier. You make meâŠwild.âÂ
Naturally, it would be all your fault.Â
âWhat do you want, Julian?â you demand, your patience paper thin.Â
âI happened to be in surgery, the night your friend Detective Washington came in. I heard you saved his life.â
âYeah, butâŠI donât actually know him.âÂ
âBut your boyfriend Tom Ludlow does.â
Your mouth opens to protest the labelâthen as you think on the past twenty-four hours, snaps shut. Things have moved like a bullet train with Tom, yet somehow, at their own perfect pace. Everything about that man just feels right, and as you hear his name in Julianâs poisoned mouth you feel as though someone just walked over your own grave.Â
âWhat about it?â
âWhat if I told youâŠI excised a very interesting foreign object from Washingtonâs shoulder?â
He withdraws a small plastic baggie from his breast pocket, shaking it like a dog treat. From where you stand you can see it's something heavy, and silver colored. It kind of looks like lead. âOne of these things is not like the othersâŠâÂ
âI donât follow?â
âI had a little visit from a fellow in LAPDâs Internal Affairs after patching Mr. Washington up. Sounds like Tom Ludlow has fallen under some suspicion, found in the place where someone attempted to murder the man possibly blowing the whistle on your boyfriendâs less than honorable conductâŠwhat a debacle.â
The blood in your veins turns to ice.Â
âPretty sure Tom was in the store because of me,â you defend, even as you know your deflated tone belies your doubt.Â
âPretty sure will be a great defense in court at Ludlowâs attempted murder hearing.â He looks at the baggy in his hand again, the way some men will look at a lover. Satisfied. Anticipatory. Fond. Dr. Mercer certainly never looked at you that way. âIâm sure the jury will take that over the hard evidence I have in my hand here.â
âWhat is in your hand?â you demand, losing patience. You donât entirely understand whatâs going on here. Only that it must be bad.Â
âThis is the remnants of a .38 slug, of the kind many police officers favor in their throwdown. Do you know what a throwdown is, y/n?â
You press your lips, wanting with every fiber of your being to jump over the desk and strangle this man.Â
Too bad he might like it.Â
âNo.âÂ
âItâs what cops call their extra gun. A little insurance, in case things get hairy on the street, and they have to get rid of a murder weapon. But Tom Ludlow doesnât seem like the type who would carry something like that around, does he?â
You happen to know he does. Youâd watched him strap it onto his ankle, as the two of you had gotten dressed, right before he drove you to work.Â
Fuck.Â
âAnd before you think that all you have to do is tell him to get rid of it, they have him on video in the store firing it.â
Double fuck.Â
âWhat do you want, Julian?â You hate how small, how fragile, your voice sounds in that moment.Â
He smiles at you the way the snake must have smiled at Eve.Â
âWhy, I want you, y/n.â
The tinnitus from your misadventure in the store seems to return with a vengeance, a ringing piercing through your ears.Â
âJulianâŠâÂ
âIâm going to put this in the safe in my house. If you want itâŠyouâre going to have to come convince me to give it to you. And sweetheart, Iâm going to need a lot of convincing.âÂ
âFuck you.â It comes out of your mouth before you can swallow the hateful phrase back down, and his smile only grows.
âPlease, give me more reason to punish you,â he says, motioning for you to go on, to dig your hole deeper.Â
Suddenly, a fond memory comes to mind. One where you smashed a flower pot over your exâs head after his fist met your face. God, you wish you had a fucking flower pot right now.Â
You try to set him on fire with pure willpower and the burning look in your eyes, give him a taste of his own medicine. See how he likes being burned alive. Sadly, he stays flameless.Â
âOh, come on,â he goads, leaning back in the swivel chair, âIâm sure that clever little tongue can come up with something.âÂ
âWhen?â You grit.
âHmmm?â He asks, toying with the baggie in his long fingers.Â
âWhen do you want meâŠto come and get it?â Â
âYouâre free next weekend.â Itâs not a question. Heâs passed niceties. Whatever Julian you get now is the one who wants to see you bloody and bruised.Â
âFine. Whatâwhat are you going to do to me?âÂ
He pops up from the chair, and you yelp, fling yourself back against the door with a hard thud, prepared for him to cross the room and show you what heâs planning. His fucked up grin widens, and he takes something from a drawer behind his desk.Â
âDo you know what operant conditioning is?â He asks, coming around to perch himself on the front of his desk top. He has a small, round piece of plastic in his hand.
âNo.âÂ
He presses into the side of his toy and you hear a little click at the same time he lunges forward, bringing himself halfway across the room and making you screech again. âOperant conditioning is voluntary behavior modification via reward and punishment. The voluntary behavior, in this case, is the sass that comes from that mouth of yours. And weâre going to work on changing the âfuck youâsâ to the âplease, Julianâsâ.â
âWhatâs the fidget toy for?â You ask, heart in your throat.
He shrugs. âI just wanted to keep you on your toes.â He clicks it again, and then moves forward, and you flinch back, trying futilely to press yourself further into the wall.Â
On the next click, you donât need to see him move to cringe and twitch, your whole body aching to run, to move, to sprint far away from this awful man.Â
âSee?â He says. âYouâre a fast learner. Youâll do just fine.â
Youâre wrong. Very wrong. Have been this whole time. Youâre not a woodland creature, and Julian is not a wolf. Youâre a rat in a cage, and heâs the scientist appointed to experiment on you.Â
âIt could have been different between us,â he has the gall to say, reaching up to caress the curve of your cheek with his finger. You hate the way you flinch and tremble at his touch, but itâs like your joints have fused, refusing to move, refusing to carry you away from this bad man who wants to hurt you. âYouâre the one who chose to make it this way.â
You know, you fucking know, in the logical part of your brain that he is gaslighting the shit out of you. But the little scared rabbit part of your brain, the part that is regrettably in charge right now, just nods its trembling head at Julianâs assertion. This is your fault. It could have been nice between you, if you hadnât ruined everything the first night. He would have taken care of you.Â
Itâs bullshit, of course. This is the monster that was lurking beneath Julianâs pleasant mask all along. He would have shown you eventuallyâpreferably while you were bound and gagged and couldnât do anything about it.Â
You have got to get out of here.Â
You donât know if itâs your voice, or Julianâs, that spurs you on, that gets you moving, even if just a millimeter at a time.Â
âLeaving so soon?â asks Julian with a smirk, clearly amused by the way he terrifies you. He gets off on it, and god how you wish you could just knee him in the balls again.Â
As he reaches out to touch you again you warn him, âIf I scream your game is up. You want to turn this into a shitshow at work?â
This actually stays his hand. His professional image is important to him. You have to remember that. It might be the only real weapon you have against Julian. Maybe aside from Tom Ludlowâbut you have a feeling Tom would do something horrible. Something that would get him into huge trouble, and that was exactly what you were trying to avoid.Â
âThat wonât stop me from turning over that little bag,â he warns you.Â
âMaybe. But youâll still wish your part in it had remained quiet. So let me the fuck go, until the weekend.â You sound tough, while your knees are positively knocking.Â
Dangling the promise of a later playdate seems to appease the hungry monster before you. His chest rises and falls as he takes in a deep breathâsmelling you, you realize. Smelling your fear.
âI look forward to it, y/n.â With a cordial wave he gestures towards the door, as though heâs just been a gracious host and you had a pleasant little chat in his officeâpsychopath.Â
You sense that youâre safe for the moment, if only because he wants to savor it. You force your leaden feet to shuffle to the door.Â
A sharp click makes you jump sky high with your hand on the door handle. You turn back with wide eyes, to find Julian with a diabolical smirk curving that well-made mouth.Â
âBastard,â you hiss, then flee before he can do anything else to you.Â
You know heâll make you pay for it, later.Â
Later, when you have to go to his house to let him do dastardly things to you.Â
Later, when youâre going to have to cheat on Tom.Â
Somehow, that hurts you worse than anything you imagine Julian doing to you, and you have to duck into the bathroom to throw up, and cry. Â
#keanuverse#keanuverse fic#tom ludlow x reader#tom ludlow x you#julian mercer x reader#julian mercer x you
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Johnâs Wedding Speech
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Maybe I shouldnât have let my husband hold his speech first because itâs way harder to leave a good impression when thereâs already a winner.âšAnyway, Iâll just try to make this as good as possible.Â
So, ladies and gentlemen and others. Hello from my side.Â
For the first time in my life, I actually had to sit down and think of a proper way to do this. In high school, my, allow me, bloody awful roses-are-red poems didnât count nearly as much as this speech does right now, and as much as I am happy that I donât have to recite a violets-are-blue-sequel, I got, well,⊠really stressed out.
The reason for that is not because I couldnât think of any good things to say about my husband, by the way. Even though there certainly are some features Iâll probably find unpleasant until weâre 89 and are struggling to even solve a crossword puzzle. Or let me correct that: I will struggle.âšThatâs probably something Iâll find annoying too, then. Likewise, his remarkable creativity to come up with excuses to not fetch some milk from the store. Or his habit of commenting on every single sentence thatâs been said in a TV show.
But before this gets too awkward: this is not a shit-talk show about Sherlock. Because, as I mentioned, all of these things were not the reason why I struggled to come up with the right words for this day.
The reason why I struggled to come up with the right words for today is that, even though there are some bad things, which I just mentioned, there will always be too many good ones that can be said about him.
Because matter how much he hates fetching milk from the store, I know heâd do it for the rest of our lives if that meant it would make me happy. And no matter how much he hates watching, I quote, âthose stupid TV shows," I know that heâd do it until all eternity if I just stayed by his side. Which I will do, by the way so he doesnât have to do that to his delight.Â
So there were only three words I could come up with that perhaps can measure up to the indescribable person he is: I love him. With all my heart and everything I am I love everything he is.
Sherlock, you saved me in as many ways as I saved you, maybe even more.Â
When we first met, I thought I knew what love was, and you thought the same. It turned out we were both wrong, as everybody can see today.
You loved me so entirely that I suddenly realized that Iâve never been fully loved by someone else. Because nobody of those people were you. Because you love me in ways Iâve never seen, or even heard of, before.Â
Before I met you, I was so alone, and now I owe you so much. You are not only the best man and human being that I have ever known, but the best place where I have ever let my heart rest.âšThank you for being my home. Thank you for being you, even in times when I couldnât be myself.
You once said to me that love is a simple chemical equation. But if you still think about love this way, Iâm afraid you have to exclude mine from this. Because my love for you isnât just a simple chemical equation. Itâs the most complex thing Iâll probably never understand, but even though you might think the opposite, I donât think thatâs bad. I think thatâs what all of the poets mean when they say, âMy love for you is endless." Because mine for you is, Sherlock.
So when I say I love you, I hope you know that I love you in just as many ways as you love me, which I count to be countless. But if my life is about keeping on counting them anyway, Iâll be a very happy man indeed. And I really hope you donât mind this, for once, fruitless experiment. Because I can assure you, that the fruit is and will always be the same, no matter how much time changes.
Like it already has been, it will always be me and you from this day on. The Bakerstreet boys. Or now rather: the Bakerstreet husbands.
The rings on our fingers are the proof and a promise weâll keep until even you can no longer solve a crossword puzzle.
But I will love you just as much then. Probably even more because my love for you grows each day. And it always will - Until the game is over.
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hiii :D
i wrote this yesterday at 1am or something BUT thereâs already sherlocks wedding speech so i thought *claps* I HAVE TO WRITE JAWNS
sooooâŠyeah
thank you so much for reading. I am happy about any feedback, also on ao3. lots of love <3
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hello!! i am peter, helping test the anon
AND ANOTHER REQUEST
HLC react to MCâs phoenix after they bring it to the RoR? I like to think MC would name him Eleazar :)
HLC REACT TO THE PHOENIX
MC holds their arm out for the majestic phoenix as it circles overhead. "Eleazar!" MC calls out and the phoenix gracefully decends. Its golden feathers glitter in the faux sunlight provided by the sanctuary within the Room of Requirement.
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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: "You found a PHOENIX!? Do you have any idea how lucky you are? Wait...does this mean, YOU HAVE PHOENIX TEARS!?!?" He nearly falls over from the realization. They're holding the cure for Anne. The real cure. She can finally, truly be healed. He tears up and falls to his knees. MC kneels next to him and holds him with their free arm as he openly sobs with relief.
OMINIS GAUNT: He's never heard a phoenix call before. MC describes the bird to him and he nearly drops his wand. "Incredible. How did you- actually, don't tell me. I don't need to know what you had to do to find this beast. I worry enough about you as it is."
ANNE SALLOW: She sits on a rock with MC, standing too long is painful. The phoenix moves from MC onto her shoulder and leans it's head against hers. It seems to sense her pain and gives a mournful coo. She's about to ask about the bird's behavior when MC quickly takes a small vial from their pocket and holds it under the phoenix's face. It suddenly dawns on her. The phoenix is trying to heal her. It takes everything in her to not cry her own tears.
IMELDA REYES: "Is that beast real?" Her snarkyness can't disguise her genuine surprise. "I thought they were just tales, nevermind what's used as wand cores. Who knows how old those feathers are...so, how fast can it fly?" The phoenix gives her a challenging look.
NATSAI ONAI: "How magnificent!" She holds out her hand and the phoenix accepts her gentle touch. "You are just as special as I always knew you to be, MC. To have a phoenix's trust, how does it feel to be the universes favorite?" She laughs.
GARRETH WEASLEY: He's absolutely SALIVATING at he thought of a phoenix feather. Do they have one? Can he have one? Pleeeeese?? He will literally sell his soul for one. He is actually on his knees, begging. He has no dignity when it comes to one of the most rare ingredients on earth.
LEANDER PREWETT: He's still trying to wrap his head around this Room of Requirement, let alone the sanctuary. He can hardly believe what he's seeing. He doesn't know what to say or do. MC has officially broken him. He just gives a helpless shug and holds his arms out to the phoenix in a gesture of "how am I supposed to respond to this?"
AMIT THAKKAR: He's only read about them, books don't do them justice. The feather are far more vibrant and have this mystical flame like shimmer. It's almost indescribable. He's in absolute awe, but jumps a little if the bird moves in his direction. It's a powerful beast.
EVERETT CLOPTON: In his awe, he reaches forward too fast and the phoenix pecks at his hand. "Ow! Sorry, got a little carried away." He puts his nipped hand in his pocket and sticks to admiring the bird up close hands free.
POPPY SWEETING: Her jaw drops and doesn't come back up for a while. When she can find the words, she asks a billion questions in rapid fire succession. The biggest one being HOW they found the phoenix to begin with. "Bloody UNICORNS are easier to find!!" She is bound and determined to befriend the phoenix. She needs that beast cred bragging right.
ELEAZAR FIG: He smiles bashfully, hearing that MC has apparently named their phoenix after him. MC encourages the phoenix to sit on his shoulder and it puffs up as it gets comfortable. "This is a wonderful surprise, MC. Thank you, I am truly honored to be the name you put on this magnificent beast." He means it, his heart is full and fit to burst.
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy reactions#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#anne sallow#imelda reyes#natsai onai#garreth weasley#leander prewett#amit thakkar#everett clopton#poppy sweeting#eleazar fig#professor fig
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