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monzabee · 2 years ago

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Summary: The one where you find your way back home, even if the journey takes longer than you think.

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!bianchi!reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: mentions of jules and his accident, ANGST, talks about college acceptances in the US but it’s not accurate because i’ve never applied for US schools, mentions of alcohol and underage drinking/clubbing (only in the US though), mentions of a fake id, mentions of cheating, fighting, charles being stupid and not realising it, talks about processing grief, GRIEF, survivor’s guilt, talks of therapy, friends to lovers y’all.

Request: “The Charles fanfic was so good!! Can you write more angsty but happy needing Charles? I think it’s be cute for a man who loves Monaco so much to got to wherever his girlfriend lives Ike London or nyc often and deal with that. Maybe she hates monaco lol” + “if your requests are still open, max or charles + “you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.” thanks!”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i decided to give into the whole angst thing and i can honestly say that i’m having a great time. i wanted to include Jules somehow in this one because i’ve been seeing some edits on tiktok and let me tell you proofreading was a bitch because i kept crying. also, my spotify kept bringing up lorde and hannah montana songs, so there you go. this was definitely a hard one to write and i know it’s messy, but all feedback is appreciated. thank you, anon, for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Monaco is full of memories. It’s filled with memories of your childhood, your parents picking up you and your siblings from school in Nice, and getting the train to Monaco for your brother to compete in karting races. It’s filled with laughter, and ice cream, and friends. It’s also filled with fears, loss and uncertainty, and you suppose that’s why you didn’t ever want to go back. But you find your back there every time, even if it is only for a couple of days at a time. Although it reminds you of the bad times, it’s hard to erase the good ones completely.

Charles is just one of the people Jules brought into your life. He was right there since your birth – apparently, the Leclercs were visiting your family in Nice when your mother suddenly went into labour. You will always be thankful to Pascale and Hervé for stopping Jules from choosing your middle name to be Michael Schumacher. Neither Charles, nor you will forget the type of shenanigans you got up to as little kids, there is only a year difference between the two of you after all. There’s that one time you stole Charles’ kart and tried to go down the road, in which he caught you but instead of ratting you out to Lorenzo and Jules, who were supposed to be looking after you by the way, he helped you get it down the stairs and passed you his helmet as he explained how to go about it. Neither of your brothers were impressed by your ability to go fast or Charles’ sudden interest in maybe becoming a race engineer if the whole driver thing doesn’t work out. There was also the time when the two of you, along with Arthur, snuck out from a family friend’s wedding to only get lost in a city in the South of France; Charles got so stressed that he forgot how to speak French and proceeded to ask how to get back to the venue in Italian for the rest of the night. Needless to say, the two of you are there for each other no matter what; you stayed together through heartbreaks, wins, losses, losing Jules and Hervé, funerals, weddings and much more. The majority of your time together is spent in your family’s house in Nice. Charles doesn’t mind the half-hour journey, an hour if he decides to go back but he hardly ever does. Sometimes, he manages to convince you come to Monte Carlo for the day by bribing you with promises of sunsets and ice cream, but he will always drive you back if you insist you want to go home without any complain.

The first time you bring up the topic of moving, you’re in your last year of high school; by that time, Charles is already racing in Formula One, so your time together is limited to breaks between the races. However he tries his hardest to be there for you, from talking you through breakdowns that occur after long study sessions, to looking up pre-med programmes for you to apply all over the world. You never wanted to live your entire life between Nice and Monte Carlo in the first place, so is he is more than happy to help you explore your options. Your application results arrive when he’s on break between the races, so the two of you sit on the small table in his Monaco apartment’s kitchen, the light from your laptop lighting up both of your faces as you open up the emails one by one. You’re most anxious about your application to Columbia, which is 3.462 miles away from Nice, and 3.993 from Monte Carlo. By the time you finish opening up all the emails, both of you are sitting there with a silence between you. The acceptance letter still open on your laptop is congratulating you for your offer to join Columbia’s pre-med program the following September.

“Yes,” He looks at you expectantly, “Accept it, Y/N, you shouldn’t be even thinking about it!”

“Yes?” You let out a nervous laugh. “It’s not that simple, Charles–”

“But it is!” He argues, a big smile on his face. You can tell he is proud of you by the look in his eyes and the way his emotions carry through his voice. “It’s your top choice of school!”

“It’s also in New York, it means that there will be an entire ocean between us!”

He shrugs. “So?”

“So?” Your eyes widen in surprise, you start staking your head a little without being aware that you are doing it. “Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Chérie,” Charles coos, pulling your chair by its leg to bring you closer to him and wrap a supportive arm around your body. His chest rumbles from his low laughter as he presses kisses to your hair. “We’ll be fine, look at everything we’ve been through, and we’re not even that old.”

You scoff, hitting his chest in an attempt to get away; you start furiously typing on your computer. “You are old,” you point to him with a tilt of your head, “I’m not, though.”

He rolls his eyes and turns his concentration to the tab still open on your computer, “You’re going to accept the offer, though, right?”

You end up accepting the offer. Charles and his family is there alongside yours to send you off on a plane to New York City. Both your mother and Charles’ have tears in their eyes as they say their goodbyes, with your father giving you a similar look. Being the youngest of four siblings, it must’ve been hard to send their youngest all the way across an ocean, but they let you know that you have their support in every step of the way. With Charles’ schedule for the remaining races scattered all over the world, he tells you not to force yourself and to enjoy your first months as a college student.

You surprise him in Austin, though. Arranging this surprise is definitely not the easiest, but you ask Lorenzo for his help and he is more than happy to make arrangements for you. It’s the end of Friday’s last practice session when you surprise him in the Alfa Romeo garage. He almost walks past you, to get rid of his helmet when you say his name, but once he realises it is you he quickly pulls in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” He asks you while laughing with glee.

“Heard there’s an immunology seminar in town about the effects of talking a shower and then going out without drying your hair.” You answer with all the seriousness you can muster.

“Really?” He asks in confusion, taking his helmet and balaclava off and trying to fix his sweat-soaked hair.

You hit the back of his head lightly, shaking your head in disbelief. “No! I came here to see you race, you idiot!”

He shakes head in understanding. “Oh, oh!” His eyes widen once again with recognition this time.

“Yes, oh, now come on, we’re going out.” You’re quick to add, “To dinner because airplane food sucks. We’re going out clubbing after the race, though.”

True to your word, you go clubbing after his race on Sunday, which Charles is not entertained by. He’s paranoid by the fact that you are in the club with them in the first place, which should not be happening because you’re underage. He keeps silent as you show the bouncer your id, which he knows is a fake, by the way; as he sends Lorenzo an incredulous look, his older brother’s reaction consisting off a shrug of the shoulders makes him more paranoid.

“Y/N, you should not be drinking.” He voices his concern, as you’re on your second drink of the night. “This is wrong.”

“How is this different than me drinking back at home?” You argue with your eyebrows raised. “You don’t tell me I can’t drink when we’re back home.”

“Because it is legal for you to do so there!” Charles exclaims, somehow gathering the attention of some of the clubbers nearby, but he offers them an apological smile and then turns back to you with his voice lowered. “You’re not twenty one, ergo – you shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Pfft,” You shrug him off, “You’re stupid, and I’m bored. You want to dance?”

You help Charles to move into his flat in Italy when he starts racing for Ferrari. Though he still lives in Monaco full-time, he rented a small place in Maranello to stay when he’s travelling. It’s an emotional event, which has both of you sitting on the floor of his new apartment going through boxes of old photographs. He finds one of his brothers and Jules with you, standing in front of a karting ring with big smiles in all of your faces. You fingers involuntarily trace over your brother, your eyes misting when you think about the day.

“He was so young,” You whisper, having to swallow a sob which threatens to escape.

Your eyes linger on the photograph for a while, and Charles quickly understands that you were not talking about the photograph as the tears you were trying to hold back find their way onto your cheeks. “He was.” He agrees; there aren’t enough words in the world to describe what losing a family member does to a person, and he understands you in a way most people cannot.

You offer him a sad smile through your tears. “He would be so proud of you.”

“He would be also so proud of you,” He whispers right back, leaning closer to you so that he could wipe away the few stray tears. “In fact, I am pretty sure he is.”

“Stop it.” You laugh softly through your tears as you push yourself to get off the floor, and dry under your eyes with your fingers as you look across the room. “Oh my god, Charles, we have so many boxes to go through.”

He gets up after you and looks around the dusty living room as he attempts to get rid of the dust on his clothes. “We do, don’t we?” He watches as you kneel in front of an unopened box and slice through the tape with a knife, and starting to go through the items in the box. He watches you go through the items silently for a while, noticing how seriously you take the task. His eyes linger on the frown on your face for a while, the way your eyebrows scrunch in question, or how you tuck a stubborn piece of hair, which escapes from the braid in your hair, to the back of your ear. He stalks closer, gently gripping one of your wrists and pulling you to your feet. “Dance with me.” He asks – which comes off less as an ask and more of a demand, which causes you to playfully roll your eyes at him.

“Charles, the boxes–” You try to argue.

His laugh is laced with mischief. “The boxes will still be there, chérie, just one dance won’t change anything.”

You try to come with arguments in your head but all your attempts are quickly thrown out the window when you realise just how green Charles’ eyes actually are. “We don’t have any music.” You try to offer as a measly argument.

Charles raises his eyebrows as he wraps his arms around your waist after making you wrap yours around his neck. “We don’t need any music, Y/N.”

So you give up in any attempts in stopping him, as he starts to slowly sway both of your bodies from side to side. You let out a chuckle when he stars, terribly, humming to an old song you used to hear on the radio. “This is stupid.” You mumble as you keep up your pace with his movements.

“You seem to keep calling me that.” Charles recalls, making both of you laugh in recognition. “I need to tell you something important.”

“So tell me,” you encourage him, motioning him to continue.

“I met someone.” He announces, a small smile playing on his lips.

You breath get stuck for a moment, in which you remind yourself that Charles is waiting for your reaction – most likely a supportive one at that. “Wow, Charles.” You breath out and give him a smile, which you successfully manage to pass off as a supportive one, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your voice breaks off in the end. “I’m so happy for you.”

You’re not stupid – thinking that either of you could stay single forever is an unrealistic one. But it hurts to imagine him with another person while he looks at you like that makes a part of you crumble up into a ball on your bed and cry. And that’s just what you do when you go back to the hotel that night (because the house is still unliveable when the two of you decide you’re done for the day). You try to keep your sobs as quiet as possible because you know Charles is in the hotel room next to yours. As you’re looking out the window, watching the night sky light up with stars in Maranello that night, you tell yourself you, somehow, need to move on from your best friend.

The next time you see Charles is during Christmas time. You have a tradition – Lorenzo, Charles, Jules and you, a tradition, which Arthur joined once he was old enough. It’s a peculiar one. While it’s not uncommon for most families to watch Christmas movies during this time of the year, your choice of movie has not Christmas elements in it at all. Every Christmas, the four of you watch The Sound of Music. It’s a silly tradition which was born out of boredom and lack of movies one Christmas, but it’s a tradition you managed carried out every year.

You can still remember Lorenzo complaining because “It’s three hours of songs about whiskers and bass clef.”

While Jules gives his best friend an unamused glare, both you and Charles try to mimic the Frenchman who you idolise. “It has nuns, songs, Nazis and familial love, Lorenzo, what more could you ask for?” He shrugs as he turns his attention back on screen, “Plus, Julie Andrews is hot.”

“Why would she be hot?” You remember asking, the woman on the screen not seeming uncomfortable by the weather.

“No reason,” Jules assures you, wrapping one of his arms around you.“Watch the movie, shortcake.”

And yes, while it might be stupid to watch the same movie, which has no Christmas value at all, every year on Christmas day, it’s a reminder that you have each other even if you’re not always together. So when you sit down to watch the movie that Christmas, there is a bad feeling in your stomach when you realise Charles is not there to watch it with you. If his brothers also find it weird that he’s not there they don’t make a comment, neither do you, for that matter. You try to push it to the back of your mind and enjoy the moment, telling yourself that even if this is a tradition between the four of you, it’s not the end of the world if you fail to do it. So you smile, and have fun throughout the day – when you’re watching the movie, or when you decide to hold a gingerbread house competition (Arthur wins, by the way), or when you sit down to have dinner with your families, and it makes you feel a thousand times better.

It’s late when he comes home that night, Lorenzo and Arthur have already passed out on the couch with you trying to read the anatomy textbook on your lap in the low light.

“Hi.” He greets you as he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“Hi.” You whisper back, trying not to wake up the boy sleeping next to you. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, it was a good day.” He answers truthfully, and then motions the book resting on your knees. “Aren’t you going to go to sleep?”

“No, I think I’m going to stay here tonight.”

He doesn’t argue as he presses a kiss on your temple. “Okay, good night, chérie.”

One thing about Charles, is that he is very secretive about his relationships – to the point where he won’t introduce someone to you or his family if he doesn’t think the relationship is going somewhere. So, when he brings over Charlotte for lunch the next day, there is a buzz around the house. The lunch goes well, you think. Charlotte is sweet, and the two of you talk about many things including your universities; she’s very impressed that you want to go into the medical field and you tell her that architecture must be a pain in the ass to study and she agrees with a loud laugh.

When Pascale asks them what they did for Christmas yesterday, Charlotte leans against Charles’ arm as she answers, “Oh, nothing. We just stayed home and watched that old movie – what was it again?”

“The Sound of Music.” Charles answers, his eyes are focused on his hands, and you know this, because your eyes don’t heave his frame until Arthur forces you to carry the dishes into the kitchen.

“We’ll do them, maman,” he announces when Pascale attempts to tidy up the dishes, “Y/N will help me, won’t you?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nod, the voice coming off from you not matching the sunny disposition you present to the rest of the room.

You carry the dishes Arthur passes to you to the kitchen, holding your breath in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, and you succeed, too. At least until Arthur comes after you, carrying more dishes and places them next to the other ones near the kitchen sink. You start scrubbing them with intensity, your sniffles and the sound from water whooshing around in the sink filling the room. Arthur pulls you against him as you lean your forehead to his shoulder, or where you can on his arm due to your height-difference, as you start quietly sobbing. Arthur turns the tap on as he lets you cry into his shoulder.

The two of you return to the dining room after the dishes are done, and continue the conversation as if nothing happened. After Charlotte announces that she should be on her way, you walk her to the door with everyone, the two of you exchanging numbers as she makes you promise to go shopping with her the next time you’re in Monaco. You agree with a chuckle and tell her only if she teaches you how to draw because your “Anatomy notes are seriously suffering.” After she gives Charles a kiss and leaves, Charles turns to you.

“It’s just a movie.” He says in a low voice.

“You’re allowed to have fun with your girlfriend, Charles.” You assure him and pat his shoulder for good measure. Then, you turn to Arthur, who is watching the exchange with a confused look on his face. “Want to play a round before I leave?”

“Sure,” he agrees and the two of you move into the living room to play a round of F1 on the PlayStation. He sets it up for you as you try to get comfortable on the couch, trying to get rid of the feeling of unease as Charles watches you from the other side of the couch. “Who do you want to pick?” Arthur asks you, the cursor hovering over his choice – who is of course his brother.

You stay quiet for a moment and answer him in a calm voice, “Give me Max.”

Charles scoffs from the other side and pushes himself off, his arms crossed over his chest. “Rich, Y/N, just rich.”

“What?” you ask him with faux innocence and a shrug of your shoulders.

His voice is accusatory when he snaps, “Stop being childish for a moment.”

“Oh, I’m being childish?” You ask him, getting off the couch as well.

“Yes, you’re being extremely childish right now.” He agrees, nodding his head. “Glad we at least agree on that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask again while narrowing your eyes.

He scoffs, “It’s just a stupid movie.”

“I didn’t say a fucking word about the movie, Charles.” You point out, mimicking his pose as you cross your arms over your chest. In reality, it’s a short attempt at trying to hide your shaking hands. “But it’s not a stupid movie, it’s tradition.”

“Traditions can be broken from time to time.” He argues.

“I didn’t say they couldn’t.” You shrug, trying to appear indifferent to the man in front of you.

“Maybe if you tried to stick around for more than three days at a time, you wouldn’t be so upset about these type of things.”

Your mouth hangs open in shock. “Excuse me?”

“Charles, maybe you should–” Arthur tries to stop his brother, but Charles waves him off.

“Sometimes I think ‘Did I do something?’, but then I realise that maybe the problem is not me–”

Though you’re shocked by his words, you find yourself assuring him, “It’s not, it has nothing to do with you.”

Both you and Arthur can see something snaps in him, causing him to raise his voice. “Then what is it? Tell me so I can fix it and you can stop running away!”

You shake your head, your arms which are wrapped around you becoming tighter as an attempt to provide yourself some sort of protection. “You can’t fix it, Charles.”

His arms become undone as his fists ball on either side of his body. “You don’t know that–”

“No you can’t!” You scream, somehow more tears flowing from your eyes. “You can’t bring Jules back because he’s dead, and you can’t fix me because I’m not a toy! You think I want to live this way? You think I want to go back every damn time I set foot in this city because I just hate it here? I can’t bear the thought of staying here because of the fact that my brother died while I was here and I didn’t get to say goodbye to him.” You point a finger towards him, your voice gradually becoming louder to match his. “He was dead by the time I got back to the hospital and they told me he couldn’t hold on any longer, how do you think that makes me feel every time I feel like I’ve overstayed in this city, huh?”

“You need to stop living in the past, Y/N.” He shakes his head. “Don’t you see you’re letting the past hold you back?”

“‘Letting the past hold me back’ do you even hear yourself right now? I am trying my best to move on!”

“By moving across the ocean?” He asks you, “By leaving the people you love you behind?”

“You– you can do this!” You scream as you walk towards him and jab your finger against his chest. “You told me to take the offer, you told me to move away because you were so sure we’d be fine.”

“Well maybe I was wrong.” He whispers, grabbing both of your wrists to stop you from poking him and curling his arms closer to his chest.

Your eyes widen with a furious look in them, which makes him realise he sees more of Jules in them than before. “Screw you, Charles.” You struggle against his hold, hitting his chest with your fists with every word as you scream, “Screw you for trying to dictate how I process my grief, and screw you for acting so indifferent.” You win your struggle in the end, taking advantage of the fact that he is both distracted and speechless to get out of his hold and quickly grab your things.

“Where are you going?” He asks you as you’re putting your coat on.

“Anywhere but here.” You snap at him, refusing to meet his eyes.

Arthur quickly comes near you with a concerned look, “You shouldn’t be driving right now, at least let me drive you.”

You give him the warmest smile you can muster up, “I’ll be fine, ThurThur,” your eyes find Charles’ as you continue, “Don’t ever change, okay?”

After the disastrous Christmas last year, you two didn’t talk for a whole year, even though the people around you tried their hardest to bring you to talk to each other. Even Charlotte tried to trick you into spending time, claiming that she had a work emergency just as you arrived at the lunch you two scheduled to find Charles sitting there – you quickly left without being seen and spent the day walking through the marina because “Fuck Charles if he thinks you can’t spend more than three days in Monte Carlo.” He spends Christmas with Charlotte again, but unlike this year, you don’t feel sad about his absence, choosing to call it growth when reality it’s actually packing it away to deal with it another time.

The two of you eventually do make up, though, when you go to one of Arthur’s races to support him and run into Charles on the track. You talk between breaks, both of you succumbing and apologising to each other for the things you’ve said – him more than you, but you still apologise for the way you’ve acted afterwards. Arthur has a strange smile on his face when he finds you, releasing a relieved breath when you told him that you’re fine and you’re going to take baby steps.

“Good,” he smiles, “maman was about to lock you onto Charles’ yacht.”

Your therapist calls is ‘survivor’s guilt’. Yes, you have one of those now because although you want it to be false, you think a part of what Charles said might be right. She explains to you that it’s a natural response where someone has suffered a loss and you didn’t. This confuses you, though, because even if the loss in question is the death of your brother, you weren’t there to experience it with the rest of your family. Dr. Gambini is there to explain that “Although it implies experience, it doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t not feel the loss of something you didn’t get to suffer.” So, you go through the therapy experience to try to understand your own feelings, which makes you think maybe it is what you should be focusing on in the first place. It’s an overwhelming feeling, understanding things about yourself which you didn’t before – the things you used to feel slowly gain meaning as you go about it. You’re proud of yourself when you talk about it to your parents, and they tell you that they are proud of you for giving it a go. Charles joins you in one of your sessions – it’s Charlotte’s idea, actually. He tries to understand why, and how he can help you – he leaves the session feeling proud of you for taking care of yourself.

A few months later, you get a phone call from him when you’re in the middle of the week when you are studying, while all of your friends are away for spring break. His voice is thick with tears as he tells you that it’s over between him and Charlotte, but refuses to give you a reason when you ask why. It leaves you confused in New York, but when he asks you if you can come home for the weekend, you don’t hesitate to book a ticket for the next flight out. He’s shocked to find you standing in front of his door, but pulls you in for a hug anyway. Neither of you care about the duffel bag that hits the floor at your feet, even when you’re stumbling over it to get to him. You don’t talk, but hold each other throughout the night. He offers to cook for you, but you decide that ordering pizza is a better solution than trying to each what Charles attempts to cook. So, you end up deciding on pizza and a movie.

You look at him confused when you realise which movie he’s selected, “It’s not Christmas, Charles.”

He sits down on the couch, and pulls you under his arm as he reaches for the pizza box sitting on the coffee table. There’s a nostalgic smile on his face which you cannot understand. “I owe you two screenings of this movie, Y/N. Now eat your pizza and watch it.”

So, the two of you watch the movie in silence – with silently laughing in relevant scenes and Charles even attempting to sing the Lonely Goatherd, which leaves you in tears because of how much you’re laughing. At the end of the night he walks you to the guest room in his apartment and pulls you for one last hug, whispering, “Thank you for coming,” into your hair.

“Of course, Charles.” You whisper, turning your head and softly pressing a kiss to his shirt-covered chest. “Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.

He’s in the kitchen when you wake up in the morning, focusing so intently on something on his phone to notice you. You ruffle his hair as you make your way through the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you. “Good morning to you too, you grump.” You tell him, when you finish getting out the ingredients for the breakfast you have in mind.

“Morning, chérie.” He answers, in a non-committal voice.

“And to think I was going to make you pancakes.” You sigh as you halt the movement of your hands and lean against the counter.

A playful smile is on your lips when Charles excitedly raises his head. “Pancakes?” He asks in a soft voice.

“I was going to add chocolate chips, too, but you didn’t say good morning to me and now I don’t think I’m in mood to be honest with you.” You shrug, starting to put away the bowls you took out.

He quickly comes behind the counter to tickle some sense in you, and you use the bowl in your hands as a shield as you start laughing. He gives up after a while, pressing a kiss to your temple and fixing some of your hair which fell out of place during the ‘fighting’. “Good morning, how can I help you?”

“Wow, you actually want to help me cook for a change?” You coo, ruffling his hair again and hitting his hip with yours to get him out of your way. “Go wait on the other side, you grumpy baby.” He complies to your directions to sit on the other side of the island, but doesn’t bother with his phone this time. You make a motion towards his phone on the island with your head as you crack the eggs into the bowl. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just some problem with the car.” He answers. “I might need to go to Maranello for a day or two. When is your flight back to New York?”

“Oh– I can change it if you know the date–” You start to say, but he quickly cuts you off.

“What? No, I don’t want you to go back.” He quickly says, shaking his head. “I just thought you might want to come with me rather than stay here.”

“Oh,” You say, looking around. “It’s not a problem, I can stay and study.”

There is a confused look on his face. “Stay? Here?” He asks over and over again. “Here? Stay? Alone?”

“Yes, Charles, I can manage to stay by myself.” You sigh. “I did it last summer for a month, you can trust me, alright?”

“You were in Monte Carlo for a month, last summer? How did I not catch you at all?”

You let out another sigh, “In case you don’t realise, I’m very good at avoiding you.” You continue when he gives you yet another confused look as you start mixing the batter. “Charlotte told me to meet her at a restaurant but it was a set up for me to meet with you, so I got in the car and drove away. It was probably the closest we got to each other.”

“Wow.” He looks at you with wide eyes. “Just, wow.”

You roll your eyes and glare at him. “Stop looking at me like that. My classes are all online this semester and Dr. Gambini thinks it’s good for me to spend more time here; it’s supposed to help me get closure, or something.”

He gives you a big smile. “I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask him, his smile quickly mirroring on your own lips.

“Yeah.” He breathes out. “And you can stay here all you want! And cook me breakfast, you know.”

You let out a laugh this time. “I can get my own place, Charles.”

“But then who will cook me breakfast?” He asks with a small pout.

“You are a child, Perceval.” You laugh at the way he looks at you, with his elbows bent over the counter and his upper body leaning over the stove. “I’m only cooking you breakfast; you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me after this.” You joke.

You turn around to look in the cupboard for the chocolate chips as you hear him mumble, “Too late.”

You almost hit your head at the open cupboard door when you turn right back to look at him. “What?” You walk towards the island as you mumble out, “No, no, no, no, don’t say that. You just broke up with your girlfriend, Charles.”

“We broke up almost five months ago.” He announces, no hint of joking in his voice. “Right before the Abu Dhabi race.”

“That’s not true.” You say, shaking your head. “I spoke to Charlotte; she told me everything was fine.”

He shrugs, then offers you an explanation. “We announced it a couple of months later, but we’ve been broken up for a while.”

“But then why did you call me a couple of days ago to tell me it was over?” You ask him, visibly confused.

He looks guilty as he admits. “I– I don’t have a good answer for that.” He stalks over to the other side of the island again to trap you between himself and the marble in an attempt to prevent you from evading. “All I can say is that I love you.”

“Oh, wow.” You say, suddenly you can find the right choice for words. “Say that again for me?”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Now in French?”

“Je t'aime.”

“In Italian?”

“Ti amo.” He laughs this time, leaning down towards you to bring his face towards yours. “You done?” You nod your head with a giggle escaping past your lips. “This would be a perfect time to say something, you know.”

“Oh, right.” You nod in acknowledgement. “Thank you.”

“What?” He asks in horror.

“Yeah, thank you. You know, for the–”

“Chérie!” He exclaims with his eyes wide.

You continue your giggles as you place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face towards you, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you too, chez moi,” my home/place. The pancakes are long-forgotten when you pres your lips on his to give him a kiss, somewhere in the universe your twelve year-old is high-fiving with herself, but you are happy to be finally home.

#monzabee #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #formula 1 #fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #imagine #fluff #angst #smut #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc angst

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The Jolly Good Show Caper (A British Retrospective) [Obviously Spoilers for that Episode]

As someone who is half British, has been to London, lived in England for a while, has studied History as part of my GCSEs (or high school if you're in America) and considering its November the 5th as of writing, I felt it was my obligation for me to look back on The Season 3 Episode 5 "The Jolly Good Show" and give my thoughts on it. (Don't worry its just me waffling about an episode and what I think. It's just for the fun of it. ALSO sorry if I got some things wrong)

(DISCLAIMER: I have not been to the Tower of London in person, I just did my own research. I am also not a professional when it comes to all history. So make sure you fact check and let me know in the comments)

So anyway, I tried to do it in order. Here we go:

Zack saying that they're driving on the wrong side of the road is probably not that surprising considering that roughly 30% of the world's countries and 35% of the world's population drive on the left which includes England.

Player describing the Tower of London as a fortress, prison etc is pretty spot on. I highly recommend going there yourself

Carmen saying that St Edwards Crown was used to crown all of the Kings and Queens since 1911 is half wrong. According to Wikipedia (I'M SORRY):

Versions of it have traditionally been used to crown English and British monarchs at their coronations since the 13th century

The original crown was a holy relic kept at Westminster Abbey, Edward the Confessor's burial place, until it was either sold or melted down when Parliament abolished the monarchy in 1649, during the English Civil War.

The crown used today was made for Charles II in 1661 to crown him. It's similar in weight and size to the original but its arches are Baroque.

The reason why Carmen may have said what she said was because the tradition of using St Edwards Crown to crown Kings and Queens was revived by George V in 1911

Player is right to say that there were attempts to steal the crown jewels. The most well known is Colonel Blood's attempt. Funnily enough, the guy got out scot free and still got his pension. https://youtu.be/iRmBE6B8F7I

Player also describing Bondfire night is pretty spot on. The Gunpowder Plot happened in Nov 5 1605 as a result of a group of Catholic men, led by Robert Catesby (not Guy Fawkes), trying to rebel against the Protestant King James 1 because Catholics back then weren't on the best of terms. Unfortunately the plot resulted in stricter laws against Catholics, don't worry the laws don't exist now.

Player "So, he was considered a hero or a villain, depending on who you ask"

Well, I've talked with some people and although we understand that the Gunpowder Plot was done because of the prejudice and oppression of Catholics in 1605 England, we agreed that maybe they should have dealt their anger differently. Maybe a way that doesn't lead them to getting hung, drawn and quartered. Either way, it's a complicated question that's up for you to decide.

Speaking of Catholics, I did go to a Catholic school and they don't celebrate bondfire night. My history teacher did ask if they could do it but bc Guy Fawkes was a Catholic and as Player said... they burn him... Can you see the problem?

And Shadowsan calling Bondfire Night chaos?..... how - dare - you.

The whole "if the ravens leave the tower, the kingdom will fall" is an actual myth that the writers were spot on about. Charles II is thought to have been the first to insist that the ravens of the Tower be protected after he was warned that the crown and the Tower itself would fall if they left. That's why the raven's wings are carefully maintained and there's even a Raven Master.

Carmen saying "That's not the loo" is kinda on point. Normally they would also say "loo" or toilet. Also, Ik this is a cartoon, but I can assure you that the guards would be a little more suspicious if she got into a place she wasn't supposed to.

The entire Zack and Ivy fish and chips thing is on point. Although some places still use newspapers, we normally just use hard paper like newspaper to wrap it. Ivy also saying chips and crisps is also correct, glad she was paying attention.

Zack feeding fish to the ravens is not allowed. sniff sniff... He really is a criminal through and through. I'm so proud. (JK! It's a joke. Don't feed the ravens!)

The Troll says "London Bridge is falling down my fair lady". This was to communicate the death of the Queen to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and key personnel, setting Operation London Bridge in motion. So theoretically, does The Troll and VILE want Carmen (the Queen) dead? Jeez, why did I go that dark?

Fun fact: 1968 and 1971 the bridge's facing stone was dismantled and shipped across the Atlantic Ocean to the U.S. state of Arizona.

When The Troll says that Red Rat is ready for takeaway - there is a takeaway box (like take out in America) next to him... and it's even Chinese. Not gonna lie, I'd go for the Indian takeaway instead.

When Carmen gets "arrested", the police uniforms that some of them wear are based on The Bermuda Police Service and to be honest in November, the Metropolitan Police would be wearing yellow jackets. Seriously, how are these people not freezing!?! If this was real life, at least the police would search Carmen's coat and let her wear it if it's that cold!

When Roundabout steals the Crown Jewels (wow... never thought I'd say that), he doesn't wear gloves. This isn't a British thing but generally, why would he do this without gloves? Like, if you're being a professional criminal, you would know not to leave fingerprints anywhere. Honestly it feels like Carmen is the only one who follows this logic!

Funny that Roundabout (an Englishman) gives the jewels to Le Chevre (Frenchman). Sorry, there is a joke that England and France have been rivals for centuries and it still exists in rugby and football (or soccer). SORRY AGAIN!

Throughout the episode they refer the iconic bell tower as "Big Ben". In actuality the name of the tower is Elizabeth Tower and Big Ben is used as a name for the largest bell in the tower. Ironically, the Big Ben bell might be where Shadowsan picks up his weapon.

When Zari drives Devineaux, the seating inside the car is correct for British Standards of driving.

When Roundabout is about to stab Shadowsan, he says "Mind The Gap". I've used the Underground and the saying is commonly used as a visual and audio warning that you hear all the time.

When Roundabout says "you git", it's pretty mild to what most actually use. If it's casual we would use the b or c word (I'll give you a hint. The b rhymes with mastered and the c one rhymes with Brunt.) but I can't say it because I don't want any younger ones using it yet. ;)

Carmen :"Sorry mate"

Look, it's a cartoon... but that... that hurt my soul. THAT IS FAR FROM A CONVINCING ACCENT! British can tell from a mile away!

You could've said "Sorry, love" or "Sorry, you alright?"

AHAHSHegJHSGFFB.... Apologies.

Towards the end of the episode, Team Red are standing at Westminster Bridge.

The "God Save the Queen" in the credits is obviously outdated but it was fun to listen to.

My opinion:

Most British terms are used correctly.

Most of the facts are accurate according to what I looked up

Everyone involved needs to get thick jackets for November weather, especially in the evening.

Police uniforms for some are incorrect but some are right.

WORK ON YOUR ACCENT TEAM RED!

Back to accents, I feel like most of the British cast had the Queens accent like what most media portays. It would have been nice to see other accents like cockney, scouse etc.

I thought it was a good episode and the scene of Carmen getting arrested gave me chills.

Anyway, that's what I thought. Thanks for reading.

REMEMBER REMEMBER THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER!

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post-modern-prometheus · 4 years ago

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ok so @septicbro1005 sent me an ask about basically 'dear peter maximoff', so now i'm listening to the soundtrack all the way through with this in mind. here are my Thoughts™

(note: peter isn't trying to get with wanda cuz GROSS but he's still just. trying to be a part of the family. and it's cool cuz it kinda goes with wandavision as him replacing pietro-)

-mama maximoff and peter in anybody have a map takes place in the basement, obviously

- ...maybe his cast could be on his leg cuz uhh apocalypse references

-'you are not going to school high, pietro!' 'fine, then i just won't go! thanks charles!'

-pietro calls charles 'charles' and wanda calls him 'dad'... cuz pietro is emo and edgy and hasn't accepted that his dad (erik) remarried

-erik is mr murphy and he was never able to really connect with pietro, while charles is mrs murphy because he would pretend like everything is fine

-dammit i totally forgot the fact that like. evan tried to k*ll himself and imaging that for peter really fucking hurts

-i'm gonna say no powers au ya know

-really just imagining peter singing for forever is killing me ngl... holy shit

-AGATHA AS JARED

-ok but i actually have reasons for this and while it seems like a joke it'd actually work esp because she's like trying to give wanda a replacement brother ya know? but not out of the kindness of her heart

-i'm thinking about pietro saying the 'i rub my nipples and start moaning in delight' line and now i can not breathe

-'if i stop smoking drugs then everything might be alright' '...smoking drugs-' 'JUST FIX IT'

-IMAGINE AGATHA, PETER, AND PIETRO DOIN' THE LITTLE DANCE WITH THE KNEES

-i'm not gonna just quote every line in this song. but i might. agatha saying 'are we done yet?'

-no but seriously the dance

-also tell me agatha wouldn't put in the line 'my sister's hot' (peter: "what the hell", agatha: "my bad")

-wandasingingrequiemwandasingingrequiemwandasingingrequiem

-yeah having wanda and erik on the duet with charles singing that other line would be FIRE

-i know pietro is an ANGEL in the mcu. but imaging him being 'the monster' that wanda knew.......................... ho he hooooo hurts

-if i could tell her is kinda weird when you think about it with this au so skippity skip

-yeah imaging peter seeing and talking to pietro is Cool

-PIETRO GETTING THE WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW REPRISE IN DISAPPEAR >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

-i think the part of seeing the show that made me cry the hardest was you will be found. for a number of reasons. but mostly because mr murphy breaks down. center stage, falls to his knees, and finally cries for his son. i'm now imagining erik doing that and it's not pretty

-this is reminding me how emotionally draining this show was wow because i'm like. crying

-break in a glove with erik and peter. must i elaborate?

-('or you're just trying to do what's best for a kid who's lost control' ...)

-mcskipping only us. cuz yeah. but i mean i still want peter and wanda to bond just Not Like That so imagine them sorta talking and he talks about wanting a sibling and her hating the one she had and bonding idk

-good for you is my favorite song. and i'm picturing everyone yelling singing at peter and him doing the 'stop it stop it just let me gOOOOOOO'

-fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme PETER SINGING WORDS FAIL-

-i'm not elaborating because i physically cannot or i'd lose my marbles

-but please just imagine this so i don't have to suffer in solitude

-it's about the sobbing while belting

-'this MESS that i am' and the waving through a window reprise AGAIN... 'i never let them see the wOOOOOrst OOOOOf mEEEEEE... cuz what if everyone saw, what if everyone knew? would they like what they saw or would they hate it too?'

-because OW

-oh shit ow here comes so big/ so small... let's give mama maximoff some love here

-thinking about baby peter asking if 'there was another truck coming to our driveway, a truck that will take mommy away'

- 'and i knew there would be mOments that i'd miSS and i knew there would be space i couldn't fill and i knew i'd come up short a MILLIOOOn different ways'

-'your mom isn't going anywhere, your mama's staying here. no matter what'

-okok and another thing that i just have vivid memories of from seeing this show like some odd years ago was evan's mom's line 'i know you and i love you' after evan tells her he tried to k*ll himself which not only killed me then but is killing me now when i imagine that- and that hug- as mama maximoff and peter...

-speaking of this, and i forget where this was, but ik it's earlier in the show, pietro's ghost or whatever forcing peter to confront the fact that he tried to k*ll himself

-oh maybe peter and erik find out they're related in this after so big/ so small

-'dear peter maximoff. today is going to be a good day and here's why. because today at least you're you. and... that's enough.'

-i am crying

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years ago

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Blood, tears and sea breeze

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Notes: My OC Derek Ramos is basically Anthony Ramos (Hamilton) I love him, he is cute and sexy and so freaking talented, and I frankly just wanted to write a story about him, but the In the Heights movie won't be happening any time soon, so I settled for this.

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Chapter 16: Inappropriate

Common sense and logical thinking, as Doctor Florence used to say when you were just a kid, whenever you felt ike you were losing control you needed to found the logical thing to do, and that would calm your anxiety before you have an episode, and usually it worked, most of the time anyway.

What was the logical thing to do now? None of the actions you have been taking the last weeks were logical, and common sense was urging you to stand up and run away from him, but the soft touch of his hands on the small of your back and the warm breath of his mouth were proving to be more calming than any rational thinking.

His lips felt soft on yours and maybe also scared, but he had no hesitation and you have seen the quiet need in his eyes, and you could almost cry since this was the first time in weeks since someone had kissed you, and sadly the first time in months since someone had that actual desire and need on his eyes before kissing you, he doubted for a second the moment you start returning the kiss with the hunger and longing for physical contact that had been denied to you; but he kept you close to him enough for you to feel his heart beating hard and fast on his chest, and you were desperate to know how would it feel under his shirt.

His touch became tighter on your waist and your body was moving on it's own trying to climb on his lap obeying some muscular memory on how familiar it felt, not like they were similar in any way, but he gave you the safe feeling He used to provoke on you, and you finally open your eyes... for a moment you were convinced that a pair of playful blue eyes will receive you with a cheeky grin, but instead there were those sad brown eyes darkened with desire, and logical thinking choose the worst possible moment to start working again.

You broke contact immediately, and felt a little hurt that he didn't tried to stop you when you muttered a little "I'm sorry" and run straight to his room closing thee door behind you and finally letting the tears consume you.

Jonathan's memory deserved better than this reckless and selfish behavior, and Detective Hardy deserved a free woman, free from all the horrors in your past, free from a dead fiance whom you still loved deeply, and free from all the problems you tended to cause. Also you were not entirely sure but it seems like he and Detective Miller had a thing going, and you would never get in between two people, it was a harmful and indecent thing to do specially to people who were as nice and considerate as them.

You could hear him pacing on the hallway outside the door and you wanted to get outside and tell him how much you really wanted to kiss him and maybe more, but you were broken at the moment and how bad idea it was, you wanted to tell him desperately how much you enjoyed kissing him, how his lips bring you back to life and how for a moment all the sadness disappeared, and how much you appreciate all the things he have done for you, and how you bring sadness and trouble to anyone around you so you have to walk away from him before you drag him to your darkness and ruin his life.

Because for god sake Y/N! Your mind told you once he stopped and turned off the light of the hallway, you were a fucking witness/ suspect on a murder case, his bloody career will be in the trash if someone knew that he did as much as looking at you as something more.

No, this was better, you could hide there at least until he left for work the next day and after that... well you will figure it out once the sun were up. You sitted on the bed trying to take Jonathan's disappointed and hurt face away from your thoughts, but two hours later when Daze entered the house you were still awake, ot wasn't until after 4:00 am that the fatigue defeated you and finally closed your eyes.

***

Olly Stevens was waiting outside Ashley Langford's La Boheme deli, holding a tray with two cups of coffee, and saw detective Harford approach him in civilian clothes she pointed to an empty table in the terrace and he followed her.

"Detective, you look as gorgeous as usual, may I offer you a coffee" He said again with exaggerate reverence but before the woman could roll her eyes at him a strong hand took the tray off his hand and gave Harford one of the drinks and took the other for him.

"Oh that's really considerate from you sir" a handsome man with short curly hair and sweet and compassionate eyes sitted next to Katie and offered him his hand. "I'm DC Ramos, you can call me Derek"

"Hi Detective, I'm Olly Stevens, I'm the Broadchurch Eco editor, how can I help you?" Harford smile to his inside since Stevens would act professionally now that other man was in the scene, I was completely ridiculous and insulting, but she had to admit that Ramos had potential and she secretly wanted to spend some more time with him.

"Did you found what I asked you?" She said once he put out a couple folders.

"It wasn't easy, I had to promise a janitor a two page story on how unfair their working conditions are" he said giving her what seemed to be photocopies of a C. Langford medical record.

"And they don't have unfair working conditions?" Harford asked.

"They do, but that doesn't sell newspapers" he said and have her a wink that was received by a dead glare. "Anyway here are the old newspapers you asked for" He said giving a voluminous binder that detective Ramos took. "Now what can you tell me about Jonathan Norbury's case, anything interesting?"

"Absolutely nothing, but we appreciate your collaboration, and once we have something that would sell newspapers you'll be the first to know" Detective Ramos said with a bright smile and Olly couldn't hide the disappointment on his face and after some more small talk he left them alone.

"Did you get the old records that I asked you?" She said once they were on her car.

"I did, they are not digital so is a lot of paperwork he said pointing at a voluminous box in the back "Is gonna take us forever Katie"

"Us? They are not paying us for this you know? I mean you don't have to be here" she said and his eyes went sad for a second and she feared he felt unwelcome when she was actually delighted that he wanted to help.

"Well I know that the files came from a shady reporter, I can't leave you alone now" He said hopefully and she put a serious face for a moment.

"Fine, but I can't take work home, my apartment is tiny and they are renovating the ceiling so is a lot of noise"

"Well you can come to my place, I mean if you want to" he said nervously, and she found him endearing.

"Sure, we can order take out if this gets too long" He smiled with that happiness that reach his eyes and gave her the address so they would start search on Charles Langford's past.

***

"I'm going to beat that bastard" Father Coats said loudly causing a few of the penitent in the church to look at the confession booth.

"Seal of confession father" You said and you could guess the way he was brushing his hair to the back of his head as he used to when he was nervous or angry, or in this case both.

"That only works if I didn't knew who you are" He said sarcastically, since he would have recognized your voice in any place.

"Well then pretend you don't, or better yet, talk to me as my friend" you said to him in the stubborn tone you knew drive him insane.

"If this was a talk among friends I could actually have a word with detective Hardy" He said and you rolled your eyes angry because he was right.

"Well then father, tell me if I'm burning in hell for being a loose woman" you said after a while.

"No more than him" He started and you knew he was joking, was that allowed? For him to make jokes in there? "I can only absolve you if you feel repented, but something tells me you don't, and if that is the case I think there is not such thing as a sin, is terribly inappropriate, and I'm sure if you choose to continue with this you would be jeopardizing Jonathan's murder investigation" He said after thinking throughly the situation.

"Well we wouldn't be the only ones misbehaving right?" You said and you could swear you felt the color rising to his face.

"We are not discussing my personal life here, and there is nothing happening there for your information" He said defensive, he finish with the confession and you follow him outside where Daze was helping some children arrange some flowers for the altar.

"It looks amazing Dasy" you said and she smiled, apparently she pretended to become a teacher eventually and she was searching for opportunities to be around children.

"Thanks Y/N my dad is coming to pick us, I text him we were here" she said and your plan to avoid him fall apart.

"DI Hardy" Father Coats said once he got inside the church.

"Paul" he said with a dry tone, he look sadder than usual and you felt guilty for it. "Are you ready?"

"Can I stay longer?"Dasy said and you wish she could read your mind so she won't left you alone with him, although you hope he would say no, but for your surprise he agreed.

You didn't have time to think when you were already walking towards his car, but before you get back to be reclusive in his room yo thought at least you owe him an explanation.

"Alec I..."

"Y/N I'm sorry..." you spoke at the same time and he immediately shut up when he heard his name on your lips, you haven't call him that yet, but he didn't seem mad. "Go ahead" he said and he stop walking next to the car.

"Can I drive?" You said after a moment and for all answer he gave you his keys and you climb on the driver's seat.

The drive was silent, but relaxing somehow, you had a place in mind to go, and you were sure he knew where were you going but he seemed uneasy once you start walking up towards Danny Latimer's cliff, your pants were now damp by the grass but you didn't care.

You finally reached the top and sited on the grass looking at the ocean, he looked at you concerned but eventually he sited next to you.

"What are you sorry for?" You said finally.

"Well my behavior last night was... " He started taking off guard by the question.

"Inappropriate?" You said remembering Paul words "Well is not like I didn't wanted you to kiss me" you said and you could see relief in his face, and suddenly it was clear, he wasn't mad with you for running away but with himself for making advances on you. "He proposed here you know?" You said fighting the tears and trying to search for the right words to explain yourself.

"Did he?" He said with a cautious tone.

"Yeah, he hated being outdoors, city boy you know?" You laughed remembering Jonathan tired face when you reached the top and he finally put down the picking basket on the floor, and the pain start pressuring your chest "He bring me here because he knew I love this place"

"It's quite nice" he said and offered you a handkerchief.

"Thanks" you took it and clean your eyes smearing some lipstick on the fabric. "I keep thinking about how manny weeks are until our wedding day" You said and he looked confused "I keep questioning me if things had been different... I want to believe that if things had been different I would have ask you your name in one of your appointments with Dr. Florence, and maybe... I don't know maybe I would have postponed my wedding because I was not sure anymore..." you said elaborating the childish dreams and ideas that you told yourself to justify your actions.

"I'm sure you wouldn't have postponed it" he said not understanding where you wanted to go with this.

"Or maybe I would have married him anyway and eventually I would have cheated him with you" You said bitterly "Not like what I did was much different"

"You didn't cheat on him" He said vehemently and he didn't need to elaborate because you could imagine that by now he must know more about Jonathan life than you.

"We hadn't have sex in months and I felt like he was repulsed by me in the end... I'm not justifying him, but that's the truth, I thought that it was wedding nerves, but I was to naive apparently, you must know of course if he cheated on me" you said.

"You know I can't discuss deatails of the case..."He said but that was all the confirmation you needed.

"I know that, and if he was it doesn't make right what I did, I was just not ready to have feelings for someone else so soon, and I feel like by having them I somehow love him less... I should be the one apologizing because I wanted you to kiss me and more..."

"You don't have to apologize, I shouldn't have act upon my feelings, but I'm glad you are not offended by them" he said and you gave him a small smile.

"Why would I? You are a handsome wonderful man, and if I'm honest I feel more free next to you than I have in the last five months of my life, I just wish that maybe the timing had been different"

"I would have asked you your name" he said after a while and you nodded, it was so peaceful up there. "Maybe several months after we met, maybe too late for anything to happen"

"Now what?" You asked standing up after him.

"We go back, and we pretend this didn't happen" he said, and you agreed, logical thinking "and maybe when this over..." he started with hope in his eyes.

"Alec, could you be honest with me?" He nodded as a response "Do you think I did it?"

"I don't" he said, it wasn't a emotional declaration, it was just a fact for him, he was completely sure you didn't do it.

You look straight into his eyes and evaluate the situation, he was right that was the logical, rational, and correct thing to do, but...

"I don't want to be too late" You said and you kissed him, waiting that maybe he would be rational and reject you, but he closed his arms around your back and kissed you with the same intensity of the night before or maybe more, both of you knew this was dangerous, reckless, irresponsible and completely inappropriate, but you couldn't care less.

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thethirdwheel404 · 4 years ago

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Med Series Rewatch (#19)

S3 E19: Crisis of Confidence.

Uh oh.

Episode description: Dr. Manning rushes to save a young boy who has a life-threatening case of the flu. After discovering that opioid painkillers were stolen during last week’s mass casualty, April believes Dr. Choi’s sister took them.

Seriously April? So gung-ho to defend Emily, but then you turn around and accuse her. (I don’t remember if she actually took them)

Actually, we can figure that out. Bc according to this, you can infer that ethan was defending his sister, and since the guy is always right and the girl is always wrong, she probably didn’t.

let’s get into it.

- a fucking anonymous note?? why are they doing this weird detective thing? can they not find more things for psych to do

- THIS GUY IS JUST SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE (sarah’s dad)

- I need ava to come in a fuck some of his shit up. honestly. please. SAVE HER

- ava going with sarah to her dad’s apartment? mayhaps????

- a crumb of reesker rights, please

- do we ever find out who slips charles the articles?

- also I’m guessing that charles offers to go to the apartment instead, for sarah, and that’s where he finds all of the missing girls’ personal belongings

- also. this is the second to last ep of the season. and this is the first episode with these murder allegations. it literally comes out of nowhere. the second to last ep. MED. WHAT ARE YOU DOING

- ava turning to connor with a sly grin when he tries to reassure her. they rag on each other so much (bc she told him to stop acting like he’s not enjoying ava being flamed for failing the exercise)

- ugh god ava in her lab coat does things

- accentttt

- why does connor look to ava to explain the complications?

- the way she’s closely watching him, sees him look to her to give her the cue. the little nod of question

- the look on all of their faces. like, it’s like... the kinda get where she’s coming from, the patient who doesn’t want to give up her baby for her heart. it’s a hard decision

- hands in pockets. HANDS IN POCKETS

- ava looks so fucking tired when connor says ‘what if there’s another option’. hilarious

- she’s had to do this so many times

- wait so this is the second time in a row nat and ava work on a case together. hmm...

- i smell the ship forming

- bc the fandom feasts off crumbs

- and the med writers are the old men throwing bread on the ground

- we are mere pigeons

- don’t like it when connor calls her by her first name? it just annoys me. has he earned that right?

- half of me is like ‘ava would be alright with people calling her ava bc she wants interactions/friendships’ but then the other is like ‘she’s too much of a professional, she knows her worth, people have to earn their right to talk to her’, yk? idk

- the sadness in ava’s eyes when there’s complications in the surgery

- godddd look at sarah’s smile

- easy, joking. let her be more at ease please

- god april in this episode fucking sucks

- SARAH’S FUCKING HANDS WHEN THAT WOMAN TALKING TO HER DAD HUGS HER. that’s fucking hilarious

- it’s so fucking funny oh my god

- no no no no, sarah. do not second guess yourself and convince yourself that your dad’s alright. no

- connor is so fucking egotistical in this episode. holy shit what the fuckk?? brooooo. chill.

- kick him in his face. kick him in the face

- ava and connor whispering banter to each other

- more ava being concerned and disapproving of connor’s decisions

- ethan and april suck in this ep. honestly

- yeah ava move it. i love watching her do work. (a given) push that bed. she’s being useful

- ava stopping him. ever the realist

- good. pay for your decisions

- ik this doesn’t completely line up with the idea we set earlier of ava being more ‘high risk high reward’ but an interesting pattern has started to emerge. she never uses those high risk ideas when the cases involve children or babies. she is very considerate in that sense. interesting

- let connor have a crisis of confidence. let him be scared, not confident. it’s what he fucking deserves

- ava here is concerned bc this is suuuper ooc for connor, to take himself off this case. he’s in a bad spot, and she cares for him

- is he really about to find a dead body?

- oh okay

- I FORGOT THE FINALE FOR MANSTEAD IS WILL PROPOSING

- this is so stupid

One more episode boys. This episode was standard Ava stuff. The only thing that I feel needs to be cleared up is Ava’s look of sadness when Connor takes himself off the case. No, it’s not because deep down Ava think that Connor is the right choice. Do not even try to take this there. She is sad because she is concerned for her friend, because his normal state is egotistical. For him to think he is completely unfit, something is very very wrong.

One more episode.

thanks for sticking with it

#chicago med #med rewatch series #crisis of confidence #mine

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maggyme13 · 6 years ago

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Request List:

Because I happe to get a lot more Requests than usual, I decided to make a Post that contains any outstanding Requests. I will add new ones whenever they are requested. So if I don´t answer to your ask, please take a look at this post :)

The order in which they are listed, is NOT the order I am going to write them in.

I write whenever I feel like writing/ have ideas. So it might take days, weeks or longer before it will be posted!

BE AWARE THAT THEY MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS!

The Requests are under the cut:

1.I want to request an angsty one. Where reader is mutant, like she is daughter of Charles and Magneto (genetically) so she can bend metals & read minds. Fury takes her in as she looses her X-Men family. But every one in avengers is not happy about her arrival & are very cold towards her(ik they won't do it but still). She's alienated & is left all alone. End as you like

2.thor reader Steve smut inspired by Steve lifting hammer? Like reader is mjolnir, like Thor can get his full power only when reader is around cus she is his soulmate. Then Steve reaches his full potential learning it's not Peggy but reader is his soulmate. They have sex rough one maybe?

3.Thor & reader. Where their marriage is arranged & he's not very happy about it, he loathes her basically all angst. Then leaves fir Ragnarok events but when he comes back & sees how she's protecting everyone & fighting for Asgard he falls in love with her apologizes & passionate sex maybe

4.Are you comfortable with dark Clint? Endgame Clint maybe who's very pissed & unlike movie no chance of getting his family back. So takes it out on reader who works for avengers, he thinks she hasn't lost anything & takes all his anger on her. Maybe tries to impregnate her to start a family?

5.dark Thor? Endgame Thor preferably. Where instead of gaurdians, he goes to reader who thinks he's dead and sorta moves on with life so he goes all dark.

6.I wanted to request. In really horny rn so please don't judge 🙈🙈. Can you do a really dark noncon reader, Thor, Steve & Tony. Where maybe they all lost to thanos, and take it out on reader

7.I'm fighting with body imagery issues. keeping this in loop, can you do a Thor reader smut? Angsty fluffyish

8.dark Thor & dark Peter quill. Where maybe when they travel together they find reader(waitress, Idk just a thought) & take her noncon?

9.reader, Bucky & Steve? Where Bucky is dating Steve and reader as well, reader is oblivious about Steve but Steve knows( loves reader as well) Steve makes move on reader, reader feels guilty & tells Bucky he laughs it off saying he dates her cus he wants Steve to date her too. She gets pissed & stuff. Lil angsty & fluffy smutty maybe

10. noncon? Where reader is stripper & Bucky always visits her place & drools over from afar(reader is oblivious) One day she wears captain America themed lingerie & does her pole dance. Bucky looses his cools & after show goes after her. A rough noncon.

11. Bucky & Steve both sleep with reader(not threesome) when they miss Peggy & Natasha, reader just feels they love her. Once she hears them saying how easy fuck reader is & basically all angst. End is as you like. Make reader happy though

12. Thor, Steve & Bucky with reader. Where reader is basically an intern but they sleep with her (individually) they treat her like an escort. She wants out but they all blackmail her. When they sleep with her they keep degrading her & calling names etc. All angsty. Until one day, when there's a fight, reader lifts mjolnir. They sorta kneel & respect her?

13. Tony & reader?abo dynamics? If yes, I'd like to request one where reader has crush on Steve & Tony on reader. Once reader goes in heat Tony takes the chance & claims her against her wishes. Maybe she's pregnant later

14. AU where Bucky is famous writer very rich & rude. Reader is simple intern at his office. He fucks her for sake of writing the scene but she falls for him & thinks he loves her. But at opening of his book he brings some girl. This breaks her heart, he also says she's just a good fuck. Angsty. End as you like.

15. Thor reader & Steve? Where they are in relationship, but it so happens that Steve & thort get competitive as to who fucks reader the best. So to prove the point they have sex with her(individually) give her orgasms, like 3-4 in a row but this exhausts reader. She gets tired, can hardly walk is always covered with hickeys. There comes a point she avoids them & cries to herself. Fluff ensues?

16. request where reader is ex hydra. She's new on team & obviously no one trusts her. They're rude to her, ignore her if she tries to talk, Don't take her suggestions if she makes any. She's left alone until Peter befriends her. He tells the team how nice she is, how helpful she is etc. They feel bad & try to make up but till the time she's transferred somewhere. End as you like

17. scene from killer inside me. It's basically spanking. Can you do a Thor reader based on that? It's on YouTube

18. request an AU with mobster Tony stark, where he's married to reader who's quite younger than him(I'm 22), but he doesn't see her as wife cus he loves pepper (died or didn't marry due to political reasons) so he only has sex with her takes her raw & rough. Doesn't care if she's hurting, he doesn't talk to her ever. They even have a kid but still he's cold towards her. Then Thor comes, things change then. It's on you what you like, divorce or happily ever after cus Tony gets jealous.

19. Sam & reader? Where Bucky & reader are in relationship but reader is like a rebound & backup if he doesn't get nat again. He ends up having sex with some random chick, reader sees it. He also mentions her how he had to get himself off with reader like she's not enough. So reader gets all sad develops body imagery issues. Sam had crush on reader anyway so they end up together. Make Bucky regret little

20. Reader, Steve & Bucky, where reader is Brock rumlow's gf. She doesn't know anything what he does. She thinks he's nice. As to take revenge Steve & Bucky kidnap her rape her & torture her. End as you like

21. A Viking Steve? Where he invades reader's land, takes her as slave & fucks her raw & rough(noncon) _ shares her with Bucky & Thor maybe?

22. One where reader is sex slave & Tony buys her for the team(Thor, Clint, Steve). So basically the things they do to her dark, rough & noncon. Maybe later on they get in polygamous relationship?

23.Dr. Strange & Reader? Where reader is his wife & before the accident he never respected her, even though she's a Dr like him, he belittles her, doesn't talk to her, feels ashamed. Later becoming the master, he sees her through portal that how dedicated she is & how dearly she loves him. All fluffy & maybe a passionate love making?

24. Thor & reader, where reader & Loki are engaged but Thor rapes reader cus he wants her, but feels guilty & goes away. Meanwhile Loki leaves reader saying she's impure. Valkyrie takes reader under her wing & helps her heal. Maybe she ends up pregnant? Happy ending please .

25. One where Bucky is married to reader but is insecure. Reader is planning to tell him about her pregnancy & plans a surprise. Bucky thinks she's cheating on him & kid isn't his. So he leaves her. Steve helps her through out, Bucky thinks they're together. All angst but fluffy ending.

26. dark avengers, where they experiment on people to make them strong. They kidnap reader & do brutal experiments on her, to make her strong they physically, mentally & sexually harm her. Idk how to end it. It's on you?

27.Endgame Thor & reader noncon

28. noncon reader & Thor, where he wants to breed her. He keeps saying gimme baby over & over. He continues to do so until she's pregnant.

29. Au, where hydra & avengers are kingdom. Reader is married off to Steve. He's not very keen about it. Reader is Brock's adoptive sister, he raised her only so to get in avengers secrets. Reader is oblivious to all this, she's just innocent girl. When avengers find this out they begin to torture her. Amongst this torture she looses her baby. Brock seeing all this surrenders. Readers fate in your

30. One where Dean Winchester forces reader to give him blow job. Facial humiliation to be precise.

31. SOA au, abo dynamics where Jax claims reader against her wishes & takes her virginity?

32. request where Tony dates reader they have sex & he tapes it. His main intention is to bring reader for Steve & Bucky to enjoy? Tony blackmails reader saying if she doesn't comply he'll upload that tape for everyone to see. Bucky & Steve take her rough & new noncon.

33. Could you do a lactation kink of Steve? Reader is pregnant with Bucky's child, Steve can't control how soft & big her boobs get. One day he looses his control & tears her shirt & sucks on her boobs. Reader feels humiliated & tells Bucky. Bucky supports Steve & shares her with him even though reader doesn't want it.

34. One where Peter & reader are siblings, children of Tony stark. Reader is elder one & never been treated right by avengers. Peter is always favoured, pampered etc. Reader is left alone even though she's smart. Reader is married off to Brock rumlow, but he's abusive (physical &sexual). Avengers don't know, once Peter gives her surprise visit& sees her bruises & brings her home. Fluffy ending? Sorry if it's confusing.

35. How bout sex slave reader, who's new in business & is really young gets bought by Tony for Steve? She develops feelings for the man, but he doesn't. Can you make a holy trinity, smut, angst & fluffy ending. Thank you 💛

#Requests #Requests I have to write

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thethirdwheel404 · 4 years ago

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Med Rewatch Series (#4)

S3: Nothing to fear. See what happens.

-GUYS IT’S AVA

-yes.

-Ava: “It’s leaking.” Connor: “that’s impossible.” BITCH FUKCING BET

-Ava’s like bruh you ain’t shit

-ava undermining connor to latham. hmm...... not that good for my argument, but... it just means, greater redemption arc

-okay why does Connor gotta look at her so mean tho?? bro chill

-literally why is everyone so horny

-haha sarah yessss. the clipped ‘dr. reese’ ‘dr. charles.’

-i have no idea why but sarah and noah are just walking through the ed and I keep expecting ava to fucking pop out of nowhere and save her from the convo. oh my god.

-okay sarah’s storyline in this one is pretty good. the lady, the patient, she’s great.

-sarah is adorable right now. so professional but also chill

-’disingenious’ okay damn go off

-okay but back up to my point before, i’ve always thought of ava of being like this lowkey protector of women (ik it’s a little out of left field) so everytime I see a guy trying to talk to flirt with a girl i am always expecting ava to just swoop in and save the day. ESPECIALLY with sarah, and its gotten to the point while watching her and noah I ACTUALLY expected her to pop up. dumb monkey brain never learns --- I actually wrote this so here it is

-god sarah is the fucking best

-uh oh, the fact that there’s an ava/connor scene right after this is SENDING ME (not in the good way bc literally stop it - especially)

-this is the scene where ava brings him coffee and his hair is a mess. It shows empathy (if you take away the romantic ava subtext). Like if you look at it on the surface, it’s a great scene, she’s nice. But then she goes and starts talking about robin and how she is also kind of his patient, which could be read as undermining (listen ava stans I promise i’m not looking for negative ava points it just happens)

-BUT THE BEST THING IS IT DOESN’T GO THAT FAR. I was fully expecting him to get accusatory of her criticizing robin but he doesn’t so we’re good. This scene is completely fine without the romantic subtext, which is fantastic

-this scene is also fun if you think about those au’s where sarah or ava has really severe mental illnesses that effect her work bc then the exact things she says to connor ‘you work our schedule then you go home to your girlfriend who is basically your patient too’ and- Now that i think about it in those stories connor would just be super super supportive aw well

- i do really like that scene - one of the best points of connor/ava brotp

-Ava: “At least it hasn’t affected your sunny disposition” ma’am I love you

-Ava: “keep up the good work” she said keep making mistakes and I keep getting paid let’s go this is the team

-is this the one where the baby was fake? that was a really good episode

-aw wait there’s actually a baby nevermind

-ava’s best storylines are one’s where she’s independent of connor. we’ve established that. it’s not that I hate connor, I just get scared when they’re in the same room for a long time bc then they inevitably start talking relationships and undertones

-when we get to the actual relationship i’m gonna vomit

-why does Connor have to be right everytime? Come on, it’s annoying, and not just for me, right?

-everytime he’s right and ava is wrong, it makes ava seem impulsive. As we’ve established before, she’s not impulsive (EXCEPT WHEN CONNOR IS BOWLING OVER HER DECISIONS AND CONGRATULATED FOR IT). she’s a good doctor, she wouldn’t be at med with connor if she was not

-yeah it’s that classic thing where surgeons are always partial to surgery

-ava tends to lead to the more serious possible outcome. actually, that’s really all it is, she tends to believe the most drastic possibilities. she makes the tough decisions when no one else can/will. she’s fucking amazing, and that’s why we love her - but everytime connor bowls over her decisions, she seems impulsive, she seems incompetent, almost dramatic. med. no.

-especially on this case - remember that this is CONNOR’S mistake! ava is cleaning up after it! connor should not be congratulated when, from the way I look at it, connor’s just getting lucky.

-gosh sarah’s fantastic

- nobody:

-sarah: *rolls sleeves*

-oh yeah she steals sarah’s prescription pad. i really do hate all the people sarah treats bc they like totally take advantage of her and make her distrust them so much that she feels super unsafe. ava will protect her (in my brain ava is a instinctual protector of women)

-okay but literally in this scene sarah is like floored and she makes a deal of apologizing to charles but like,,, sarah Was right. babey no...

-ik that most medical dramas are all about doctors disagreeing over things but,, med would not be able to propel story without it. literally everything story beat is-

character A: I think this.

Char B: No! we’re going to do this.

*does the thing* *thing goes wrong*

B: See? I told you so.

-also most of the time something Else happens and A happens to be right the entire time. (and the amount of times character b happens to be female and char A is a man is astounding. literally ava in her first ep, and ethan and april now. holy shit I hate this show so much.)

-i boiled down med to its bare essentials!

-sarah: *prescription pad goes missing* *sees woman who wanted a note* *dramatic music plays*

-sarah... please no. she’s about to do a bad thing....

-sarah’s storyline makes me so fucking sad.

-the way sarah fixes her shirt/jacket when she tries to be in control

-SARAH GOING TO BE ALONE SO SHE CRIES ON THE ROOF - MY FUCKING HEART????? stop it med fucking stop it (i got so upset in my first draft i wrote stopping fuck it) - but that’s some reesker inspo right there

-med writers really try to make everything a ‘thing’

nobody: ...

april: it’s because i’m not a doctor, isn’t it.

(alt:

ethan: ...

doris: it’s bc you two are fucking, right )

-but maggie is taking none of their shit

-maggie: if you two don’t stop misbehaving i’m gonna move your desks apart

-the way all the people with common sense talk to the doctors like children is fucking hilarious (sharon: ‘I expect better from you, Dr. Manning’

-if nat pulls the ‘i know this, i’m a mother’ card i am suing.

-I’m suing.

-she pulled the ‘I’m a mother’ card AND the ‘my husband died’ card oh wow! a two for!

-okay honestly. Im gonna be real with u. If i came up with nat’s story about her fear of heights, then I wrote will helping her over her fear of heights, I would be proud of that. That being said, it feels suuuuper out of place right here. it’d be in place in like a thirty minute comedy (like the emotional development and pay off is on brand for like brooklyn nine nine) but it just feels suuuper weird.

-like having an hour per ep means it feels like they should have had enough time to better develop the story

-latham: ‘Did you go behind my back?’ YES LATHAM YES HE DID. FLAME HIS ASS

-i want to see what happens with connor’s benching storyline

-now i get anxious whenever they’re in surgery (you can use this for inspo)

-okay what. just bc connor found something wrong he gets to SCRUB IN??? BRO HE SHOULD NOT GET A SURGERY FOR NOTICING A MANUFACTURING MISTAKE??? this is so FUCKING STUPID

- i hate it here

-the way sarah folds her hands behind her back when she goes into charles’ office - adorable.

-okay what the fuck. charles asks sarah into his office and asks for her diagnosis of him, which makes it seem like he is actually trying to get better, but then when sarah answers his question (incorrectly btw, charles is not fine) he’s such a complete jerk. dude everybody needs to stop hating on sarah come on wtf. that’s literally so mean.

-god she is literally too pure she should not be a psychiatrist.

-that being said. she is beautiful.

-I FUCKING FORGOT THAT THE PATIENT SLASHED SARAH’S TIRES

-she really can’t catch a break. babey

-sarah noah brotp is probably peak

-its very rare for med to have two characters of opposite genders interact and not get together so this is a special thing

This episode wasn’t the worst. I wrote that fun little thing about Ava shutting down Noah’s advances on Sarah. The Ava/Connor cafeteria scene is fantastic for their interactions with each other, and like always, we just sit through the other storylines.

thanks for sticking through. not a lot to say, this was more me just talking about the general tropes used on med, but i did write a whole 500 words for casual reesker so its a good day

read the rest here:

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Extra

#chicago med #med rewatch series #mine #nothing to fear

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